Blaine/Kurt: Rinse. DO NOT Repeat.
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Prompt: Blaine and Kurt are both at McKinley (IDEC why) and during a Glee rehearsal Kurt teases Blaine. Either fondling, hand job, suggestive dancing/singing, grinding his ass into his lap, OTT-flirting, etc. Author's choice. Anyway, it's getting Blaine really hot and bothered, and he's finding it hard to keep focused and stay quiet, especially when Kurt's being such a cocktease... Basically, reduce Blaine to a dirty, panting mess. Can be established relationship or not.
Bonus points if Brittany notices and says something, but everything just think she's just spouting nonsense (e.g. if outing the boys is followed by mentioning Chuckles the Unicorn or similar)
More bonus points if while Kurt's teasing Blaine, Will asks Kurt a question and Kurt answers back in a casual, controlled tone, (as if he's not teasing Blaine) which turns Blaine on even more.
EXTRA bonus points if Blaine can't control himself and drags Kurt away from practice before it finishes to fuck him over a desk somewhere... Actually, this would be hugely preferred as the ending. :D
"Look, Kurt. I want to understand you. I want to get what you're going through." That's what Blaine had told him as a way of explanation for transferring to McKinley. Kurt didn't like it. It was one thing for Karofsky to harass him, but it wasn't his intention to get anybody else involved. He supposed that it was alright, all things considered. They'd been going out for at least a month by now, and Blaine was just itching to know more. Besides, he'd finally have somebody in his stupid high school that really had the ability to understand him.
So he walks into Glee practice the first Monday of the new semester and he can't fight the grin on his face when he sees Blaine in street clothes, talking to Mr. Schue. He pauses before going to his seat, clearing his throat a bit. Blaine turns around, bewildered, then grins. "Hey, Kurt," he says and Kurt's heart flutters just a bit.
"Hi," he breathes, grabbing Blaine's hand and pulling him to the back of the room. He figures he'll change up the seating today, since Blaine's new and he wants to give him the chance to settle in and get the feel of what goes on here at McKinley. (It's totally not because he wants to see how far he can push Blaine. And it's really not because he has a thing for taking risks in public places. And he completely just has not been fantasizing about this since day one.) He slides his chair a little closer to Blaine's and leans against him, just a bit. Blaine shifts and drapes his arm over the back of Kurt's chair, protectively, possessively and damn, does it feel good. For the first time, Kurt feels like he belongs.
"What's got you today?" Blaine murmurs, his voice suddenly in Kurt's ear. A wide smirk stretches across Kurt's lips and he shrugs, shooting a coy look in Blaine's general direction.
"I'm just really glad you're here," he replies, leaning over and kissing Blaine on the cheek. He knows that Blaine loves it when he plays innocent. He knows Kurt too well by now. That innocent act isn't really valid anymore, but Blaine really does love a little bit of roleplaying, innocence being a bit of his own kink. Kurt grins, flicking his tongue across Blaine's jawline before shifting to face the front of the class again. Schue does his spiel about how they all did at regionals and Kurt tunes him out. Of course, he and Rachel are in a heated debate about song choice, and what does that have to do with anything important? Nothing.
One of his hands wanders around behind Blaine and down the back of his pants. Blaine starts and looks over at Kurt, who keeps his eyes trained forward, if only to hide the smirk on his face. He brushes his fingers over the small of Blaine's back and his smirk grows into a grin when he hears Blaine gasp. He screws his face back to neutrality and draws small circles against his skin. Kurt knows that Blaine has rather sensitive skin, especially the further south one travels. He scrapes his nails down along the base of Blaine's spine. He feels the other tense and pulls his hand away. Blaine hisses out a breath and the smirk returns to Kurt's face.
Mr. Schue calls for the use of chairs and Kurt hands his over (it's for the sake of performance, you know. and it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he really wants to sit on Blaine's lap right now). He slides on to Blaine's lap, innocently, or at least it appears to be so. He shifts ever so slightly so that his ass is flush against Blaine's rising boner. If not for his concentration elsewhere, Kurt would be completely hung because really, who wouldn't get turned on by sitting on a rather.. wonderful piece of manhood. Blaine has no idea what Kurt's playing at, but he lets it slide, slipping his arms around Kurt's waist and peering under his arm to see what Mr. Schue is exactly demonstrating, though he knows he's not really seeing anything. Kurt swirls his hips, slowly, and you really can't tell that he's doing anything. Blaine's grip around him tightens and he smiles, continuing still so slowly.
"Kurt," a voice says and Blaine comes back to reality, trying to push away the gyrating hips from his mind.
"Yes, Mr. Schue?" He replies, calm, collected, completely unaffected and Blaine really wants to cry. He tunes out the rest of it, not focusing on the massive amounts of unnoticed grinding going on, but his ability to keep his mouth shut slowly becoming an inability.
He wants to cry again, the next time somebody says something to either of them. But this time, Kurt actually stops, because people are looking and things could happen.
"Mr. Schue. Isn't it kind of weird for a guy to sit on another guy's lap? I mean.. Wouldn't he get a boner.. or something? .. I got a bone for Christmas once. My aunt said she wrote the labels wrong and my dog ended up getting a pink lace bra. I was so jealous."
And class continues as if it had never been interrupted.
Kurt, however, is returned to his chair and smugly sits in it, tossing a glance at Blaine before shooting him a small grin and returning his attention to the Mr. Schue.
Really, Blaine wants to scream. By now, his dick's nearly as hard as it's going to get and there's not much more that can be done. There's a lull in activity and Blaine stands quietly.
".. Mr. Schuester.. Can I go get a drink real quick?" He says, hoping the lightness of his voice will be mistaken for apprehension. Thankfully, it is, and Schue sends him on his way. Kurt follows after, feigning worry.
"He's out of his comfort zone, Mr. Schue, you'll have to understand. I'll go talk to him, okay? You just keep on keeping on," he says and follows Blaine. As far as he notes, nobody is suspicious.
Once in the hallway, he's pressed against the wall and there's a mouth over his in a quick, desperate kiss. "Good God, Kurt. The things I could do to you right now," Blaine whispers, his lips barely brushing Kurt's.
"So do them," Kurt replies thickly, shifting his leg and grinding it against the bulge in Blaine's pants. Blaine hisses and grabs his hand, hunting down an empty classroom and pulling Kurt inside.
"Never took you for one to do it anywhere but the bedroom, Kurt," he muses, sliding his hands up Kurt's shirt and letting his hands roam over his skin.
"What can I say? I get a little desperate," he says, his words articulate and his voice crisp and high and Blaine really just needs to lay him out and fuck him senseless. He shoves off one of Kurt's top layers (a bulky peacoat underneath which is a dark red boat neck shirt with sequined sleeve hems) and kisses him roughly. Kurt's arms instinctively wrap around his neck and he pulls away briefly. "And apparently so do you," he hums, kissing him again as he slides a hand down to work off Blaine's pants.
Blaine beats him to it, shucking off Kurt's jeans (though he's careful because they're designer) and folding him over the nearest desk. He unbuckles his own belt and shoves his pants down. He coats his fingers in his own saliva and slides two into Kurt's as with no warning. Kurt lets out a strangled moan and goes weak at the knees. Blaine would've felt bad for the sudden intrusion had it been any other occasion, but Kurt had gotten himself into this mess and goddamn him if Blaine's Napoleon complex sometimes got the better of him.
He works up to four, leaning over and nibbling at the skin of Kurt's lower back that starts the curve of his rather perky butt. Kurt gasps and moans, and he's practically begging Blaine to just fuck him already. Blaine removes his fingers quickly and Kurt bucks his hips at the loss. The emptiness is soon replaced by a sudden, warm, fullness and he lets out a moan that would've been loud, if Blaine had not slipped his hand over Kurt's mouth. He whines softly and rocks his hips backwards to start some sort of movement. Blaine reaches around with his other hand and wraps it around Kurt's dick firmly, but gently, starting to stroke in a slow, agonizing rhythm. He starts to slide in and out of Kurt, matching that rhythm for a bit, then skewing the speed and the depth, throwing Kurt's perception and driving him crazy. He's moaning into Blaine's hand, drooling even because he forgets to swallow. Then Blaine is pounding into him, hard and fast and relentless and his moans go silent, simply because his vocal chords lose their ability to function. His hips jerk forward and he comes a stream into Blaine's hand, convulsing, shaking, and goddamn it feels so good. Blaine follows him quickly, though he's able to be quiet and he's not as violent.
The stay still for what seems like forever (but the good kind of forever, the kind you just don't want to end) and Blaine finally pulls out of him. He rejoices in the fact that he managed to pick a science room and there's a sink with paper towels nearly right next to them. He grabs a few, cleans Kurt up slowly, chuckling as he regains himself against the desk. He worries about himself last, then fixes both of their clothes, content with himself. Kurt pulls him in for one more kiss before they return to the rehearsal room. As far as either of them can tell, nobody notices Kurt's slight limp or the glow on Blaine's face. Kurt knows that next time he'll think again before pulling something like this because dammit, he has gym next period and how is he suppose to walk up those bleachers like this?
Prompt: Blaine and Kurt are both at McKinley (IDEC why) and during a Glee rehearsal Kurt teases Blaine. Either fondling, hand job, suggestive dancing/singing, grinding his ass into his lap, OTT-flirting, etc. Author's choice. Anyway, it's getting Blaine really hot and bothered, and he's finding it hard to keep focused and stay quiet, especially when Kurt's being such a cocktease... Basically, reduce Blaine to a dirty, panting mess. Can be established relationship or not.
Bonus points if Brittany notices and says something, but everything just think she's just spouting nonsense (e.g. if outing the boys is followed by mentioning Chuckles the Unicorn or similar)
More bonus points if while Kurt's teasing Blaine, Will asks Kurt a question and Kurt answers back in a casual, controlled tone, (as if he's not teasing Blaine) which turns Blaine on even more.
EXTRA bonus points if Blaine can't control himself and drags Kurt away from practice before it finishes to fuck him over a desk somewhere... Actually, this would be hugely preferred as the ending. :D
"Look, Kurt. I want to understand you. I want to get what you're going through." That's what Blaine had told him as a way of explanation for transferring to McKinley. Kurt didn't like it. It was one thing for Karofsky to harass him, but it wasn't his intention to get anybody else involved. He supposed that it was alright, all things considered. They'd been going out for at least a month by now, and Blaine was just itching to know more. Besides, he'd finally have somebody in his stupid high school that really had the ability to understand him.
So he walks into Glee practice the first Monday of the new semester and he can't fight the grin on his face when he sees Blaine in street clothes, talking to Mr. Schue. He pauses before going to his seat, clearing his throat a bit. Blaine turns around, bewildered, then grins. "Hey, Kurt," he says and Kurt's heart flutters just a bit.
"Hi," he breathes, grabbing Blaine's hand and pulling him to the back of the room. He figures he'll change up the seating today, since Blaine's new and he wants to give him the chance to settle in and get the feel of what goes on here at McKinley. (It's totally not because he wants to see how far he can push Blaine. And it's really not because he has a thing for taking risks in public places. And he completely just has not been fantasizing about this since day one.) He slides his chair a little closer to Blaine's and leans against him, just a bit. Blaine shifts and drapes his arm over the back of Kurt's chair, protectively, possessively and damn, does it feel good. For the first time, Kurt feels like he belongs.
"What's got you today?" Blaine murmurs, his voice suddenly in Kurt's ear. A wide smirk stretches across Kurt's lips and he shrugs, shooting a coy look in Blaine's general direction.
"I'm just really glad you're here," he replies, leaning over and kissing Blaine on the cheek. He knows that Blaine loves it when he plays innocent. He knows Kurt too well by now. That innocent act isn't really valid anymore, but Blaine really does love a little bit of roleplaying, innocence being a bit of his own kink. Kurt grins, flicking his tongue across Blaine's jawline before shifting to face the front of the class again. Schue does his spiel about how they all did at regionals and Kurt tunes him out. Of course, he and Rachel are in a heated debate about song choice, and what does that have to do with anything important? Nothing.
One of his hands wanders around behind Blaine and down the back of his pants. Blaine starts and looks over at Kurt, who keeps his eyes trained forward, if only to hide the smirk on his face. He brushes his fingers over the small of Blaine's back and his smirk grows into a grin when he hears Blaine gasp. He screws his face back to neutrality and draws small circles against his skin. Kurt knows that Blaine has rather sensitive skin, especially the further south one travels. He scrapes his nails down along the base of Blaine's spine. He feels the other tense and pulls his hand away. Blaine hisses out a breath and the smirk returns to Kurt's face.
Mr. Schue calls for the use of chairs and Kurt hands his over (it's for the sake of performance, you know. and it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he really wants to sit on Blaine's lap right now). He slides on to Blaine's lap, innocently, or at least it appears to be so. He shifts ever so slightly so that his ass is flush against Blaine's rising boner. If not for his concentration elsewhere, Kurt would be completely hung because really, who wouldn't get turned on by sitting on a rather.. wonderful piece of manhood. Blaine has no idea what Kurt's playing at, but he lets it slide, slipping his arms around Kurt's waist and peering under his arm to see what Mr. Schue is exactly demonstrating, though he knows he's not really seeing anything. Kurt swirls his hips, slowly, and you really can't tell that he's doing anything. Blaine's grip around him tightens and he smiles, continuing still so slowly.
"Kurt," a voice says and Blaine comes back to reality, trying to push away the gyrating hips from his mind.
"Yes, Mr. Schue?" He replies, calm, collected, completely unaffected and Blaine really wants to cry. He tunes out the rest of it, not focusing on the massive amounts of unnoticed grinding going on, but his ability to keep his mouth shut slowly becoming an inability.
He wants to cry again, the next time somebody says something to either of them. But this time, Kurt actually stops, because people are looking and things could happen.
"Mr. Schue. Isn't it kind of weird for a guy to sit on another guy's lap? I mean.. Wouldn't he get a boner.. or something? .. I got a bone for Christmas once. My aunt said she wrote the labels wrong and my dog ended up getting a pink lace bra. I was so jealous."
And class continues as if it had never been interrupted.
Kurt, however, is returned to his chair and smugly sits in it, tossing a glance at Blaine before shooting him a small grin and returning his attention to the Mr. Schue.
Really, Blaine wants to scream. By now, his dick's nearly as hard as it's going to get and there's not much more that can be done. There's a lull in activity and Blaine stands quietly.
".. Mr. Schuester.. Can I go get a drink real quick?" He says, hoping the lightness of his voice will be mistaken for apprehension. Thankfully, it is, and Schue sends him on his way. Kurt follows after, feigning worry.
"He's out of his comfort zone, Mr. Schue, you'll have to understand. I'll go talk to him, okay? You just keep on keeping on," he says and follows Blaine. As far as he notes, nobody is suspicious.
Once in the hallway, he's pressed against the wall and there's a mouth over his in a quick, desperate kiss. "Good God, Kurt. The things I could do to you right now," Blaine whispers, his lips barely brushing Kurt's.
"So do them," Kurt replies thickly, shifting his leg and grinding it against the bulge in Blaine's pants. Blaine hisses and grabs his hand, hunting down an empty classroom and pulling Kurt inside.
"Never took you for one to do it anywhere but the bedroom, Kurt," he muses, sliding his hands up Kurt's shirt and letting his hands roam over his skin.
"What can I say? I get a little desperate," he says, his words articulate and his voice crisp and high and Blaine really just needs to lay him out and fuck him senseless. He shoves off one of Kurt's top layers (a bulky peacoat underneath which is a dark red boat neck shirt with sequined sleeve hems) and kisses him roughly. Kurt's arms instinctively wrap around his neck and he pulls away briefly. "And apparently so do you," he hums, kissing him again as he slides a hand down to work off Blaine's pants.
Blaine beats him to it, shucking off Kurt's jeans (though he's careful because they're designer) and folding him over the nearest desk. He unbuckles his own belt and shoves his pants down. He coats his fingers in his own saliva and slides two into Kurt's as with no warning. Kurt lets out a strangled moan and goes weak at the knees. Blaine would've felt bad for the sudden intrusion had it been any other occasion, but Kurt had gotten himself into this mess and goddamn him if Blaine's Napoleon complex sometimes got the better of him.
He works up to four, leaning over and nibbling at the skin of Kurt's lower back that starts the curve of his rather perky butt. Kurt gasps and moans, and he's practically begging Blaine to just fuck him already. Blaine removes his fingers quickly and Kurt bucks his hips at the loss. The emptiness is soon replaced by a sudden, warm, fullness and he lets out a moan that would've been loud, if Blaine had not slipped his hand over Kurt's mouth. He whines softly and rocks his hips backwards to start some sort of movement. Blaine reaches around with his other hand and wraps it around Kurt's dick firmly, but gently, starting to stroke in a slow, agonizing rhythm. He starts to slide in and out of Kurt, matching that rhythm for a bit, then skewing the speed and the depth, throwing Kurt's perception and driving him crazy. He's moaning into Blaine's hand, drooling even because he forgets to swallow. Then Blaine is pounding into him, hard and fast and relentless and his moans go silent, simply because his vocal chords lose their ability to function. His hips jerk forward and he comes a stream into Blaine's hand, convulsing, shaking, and goddamn it feels so good. Blaine follows him quickly, though he's able to be quiet and he's not as violent.
The stay still for what seems like forever (but the good kind of forever, the kind you just don't want to end) and Blaine finally pulls out of him. He rejoices in the fact that he managed to pick a science room and there's a sink with paper towels nearly right next to them. He grabs a few, cleans Kurt up slowly, chuckling as he regains himself against the desk. He worries about himself last, then fixes both of their clothes, content with himself. Kurt pulls him in for one more kiss before they return to the rehearsal room. As far as either of them can tell, nobody notices Kurt's slight limp or the glow on Blaine's face. Kurt knows that next time he'll think again before pulling something like this because dammit, he has gym next period and how is he suppose to walk up those bleachers like this?