008.3.b. Drabble
Wet [ Pre Glee 3x05 "The First Time" ]
Dedicated to the one and only Kurt to my Blaine, justbeingaqueen ♥
To be not granted visas to let hands travel south of the equator was probably one of the hardest tests of Blaine's life. His imagination had to be left to its own devices to come up with imagery of what his gorgeous boyfriend was hiding under those layers. Many a night, Blaine would lie restlessly in his bed with his trusty bottle of lotion (yes, the exact one Kurt put bronzer in, which was entirely a story for another day...) and hand shoved wantonly down his boxers while he let his imagination run wild with what he might discover if he was granted access, well, below Kurt's belt. But no matter how many times he rubbed, squeezed, massaged and downright frantically jerked himself into a frenzy over picturing Kurt's naked body in his head, he couldn't ever quite be satisfied what the reality might be.
That was until, one day, Kurt became the inevitable victim of a slushie attack the day he selected a fashion ensemble of head-to-toe white, complete with a flimsy cotton button up that was concealing without being wet, but as soon as the Evil Slushie of Doom hit, the fabric was soaking in a blue sticky mess... and suddenly his shirt was sticking to his body in all the right places with the added bonus of being sheer when wet. Blaine literally ran the gauntlet of the busy school hallway, shoving people out of the way to throw himself at Kurt's rescue, breathless panting out that he would help him clean up. The words had gotten caught on his tongue, though, seeing the splattered shirt slick against Kurt's toned chest and abdomen. There was a sweep if his waist, and a clearly defined six-pack but not one of a ripped jock, and more of a lithe and flexible dancer. There was a little hollow where Kurt's bellybutton was and it took all of Blaine's self-control not to reach out the delve the tip of his finger into it just because it was so hot. The sticky liquid dripped down Kurt's place throat to his the sweep of skin revealed by the top two buttons fashionably left open.
He had Kurt in the bathroom to clean up then, and as soon as they were in the privacy of the mens' room, Blaine couldn't contain himself anymore. He grabbed the sticky front of the shirt and roughly ripped it open, sending the flimy buttons flying and revealing that gorgeous pale chest which he drunk in hungrily. He leant in to start licking the syrupy and icy slush from Kurt's delicious throat, hand about to plant on those gorgeous abs--
"Blaine!"
It was a snapping noise that had Blaine blinking abruptly with a small shake of his head, finding Kurt snapping his sticky blue fingers in front of Blaine's face. "Huh...?" was Blaine ineloquent reply with another blink.
"Turn around, I need to take my shirt off!" Kurt snapped huffily, holding Quinn's Cheerios towel up over his chest like a shield and batting a few slippery droplets of slushie from the longs strands of hair plastered over his forehead. It was followed up by a pointed Look thrown at his boyfriend and an impatient tapping of his foot. "I'm freezing here! Do you want me to catch pneumonia? Turn around, and pass me more of those paper towels, please. I feel like an igloo humped me!"
Blaine looked around the interior of the mens' room, slightly slackjawed and then analysed Kurt's still fully clothed and very much not exposed body with another blink. The penny dropped that he may have just let his imagination get the better of him yet again and with a sheepish bite down on his lip, he turned around, stifling a sigh, but only after a furtive adjustment of his trousers and a quick pep talk to himself that it really wasn't a good idea to be jealous of an igloo...
rockstarwarbler // GLEE (Canon)
Dedicated to the one and only Kurt to my Blaine, justbeingaqueen ♥
To be not granted visas to let hands travel south of the equator was probably one of the hardest tests of Blaine's life. His imagination had to be left to its own devices to come up with imagery of what his gorgeous boyfriend was hiding under those layers. Many a night, Blaine would lie restlessly in his bed with his trusty bottle of lotion (yes, the exact one Kurt put bronzer in, which was entirely a story for another day...) and hand shoved wantonly down his boxers while he let his imagination run wild with what he might discover if he was granted access, well, below Kurt's belt. But no matter how many times he rubbed, squeezed, massaged and downright frantically jerked himself into a frenzy over picturing Kurt's naked body in his head, he couldn't ever quite be satisfied what the reality might be.
That was until, one day, Kurt became the inevitable victim of a slushie attack the day he selected a fashion ensemble of head-to-toe white, complete with a flimsy cotton button up that was concealing without being wet, but as soon as the Evil Slushie of Doom hit, the fabric was soaking in a blue sticky mess... and suddenly his shirt was sticking to his body in all the right places with the added bonus of being sheer when wet. Blaine literally ran the gauntlet of the busy school hallway, shoving people out of the way to throw himself at Kurt's rescue, breathless panting out that he would help him clean up. The words had gotten caught on his tongue, though, seeing the splattered shirt slick against Kurt's toned chest and abdomen. There was a sweep if his waist, and a clearly defined six-pack but not one of a ripped jock, and more of a lithe and flexible dancer. There was a little hollow where Kurt's bellybutton was and it took all of Blaine's self-control not to reach out the delve the tip of his finger into it just because it was so hot. The sticky liquid dripped down Kurt's place throat to his the sweep of skin revealed by the top two buttons fashionably left open.
He had Kurt in the bathroom to clean up then, and as soon as they were in the privacy of the mens' room, Blaine couldn't contain himself anymore. He grabbed the sticky front of the shirt and roughly ripped it open, sending the flimy buttons flying and revealing that gorgeous pale chest which he drunk in hungrily. He leant in to start licking the syrupy and icy slush from Kurt's delicious throat, hand about to plant on those gorgeous abs--
"Blaine!"
It was a snapping noise that had Blaine blinking abruptly with a small shake of his head, finding Kurt snapping his sticky blue fingers in front of Blaine's face. "Huh...?" was Blaine ineloquent reply with another blink.
"Turn around, I need to take my shirt off!" Kurt snapped huffily, holding Quinn's Cheerios towel up over his chest like a shield and batting a few slippery droplets of slushie from the longs strands of hair plastered over his forehead. It was followed up by a pointed Look thrown at his boyfriend and an impatient tapping of his foot. "I'm freezing here! Do you want me to catch pneumonia? Turn around, and pass me more of those paper towels, please. I feel like an igloo humped me!"
Blaine looked around the interior of the mens' room, slightly slackjawed and then analysed Kurt's still fully clothed and very much not exposed body with another blink. The penny dropped that he may have just let his imagination get the better of him yet again and with a sheepish bite down on his lip, he turned around, stifling a sigh, but only after a furtive adjustment of his trousers and a quick pep talk to himself that it really wasn't a good idea to be jealous of an igloo...
rockstarwarbler // GLEE (Canon)