Fic: Romance [Glee, Kurt/Blaine; NC-17] 1/1
Title: Romance
Rating: If porn could be G-rated, this would be it. As it can't, NC-17 will have to do.
Fandom/Pairing: Glee [Kurt/Blaine]
Word count: 2600 or something like that.
Warnings: Spoilers through 2x16, speculation for the future.
Summary: Kurt loves romance. He's just not sure if romance can be sexy. (Spoiler alert: He's wrong.)
Notes: Yeah, this is unrepentantly schmoopy and I am so not sorry for it. At all. You have been warned. This is Disney does Porno. Not even a little kidding.
Kurt was in heaven. They had the house to themselves, and Finn had even promised to keep their parents out past eleven at the post-season baseball banquet. Kurt was pretty sure he’d have to return the favor at some point, but he was learning that this was what brothers did for each other--keep the parents away from the house in order to minimize any cock-blocking that might go on. Oh hoo boy, if Kurt ever wanted to not be cock-blocked, it was right now.
He and Blaine had been dating for a solid three months now, and it had been perfect. Not that they hadn’t had their ups and down, what with Kurt transferring back to McKinley and Blaine assuming it had been because of Nationals, and not because of the fact that his father’s medical bills were slowly piling up and they couldn’t afford the last quarter’s tuition at Dalton, but they’d worked through that and come out stronger for it. They were going to Prom in a week, together, and Kurt had shelled out a majority of his allowance for the past month on a hotel room where he planned to lose his virginity. To Blaine, if that wasn’t clear.
However, there was one large wrench to his perfect prom plans, and that was his gorgeous, adorable, talented, funny, sexy boyfriend. The boyfriend who showered him with cute little gifts, who held his hand during the movies and at the mall, who called him Darling and flew to New York for Nationals even though it meant skipping classes. The bouquet of roses that Blaine had showered him with had been almost bigger than Rachel. Not her bouquet from Finn, but Rachel herself.
Kurt had gotten very used to being romanced in the last three months, and hoped that his own efforts hadn’t gone unappreciated. Sweetheart didn’t roll off his tongue as naturally as Darling rolled off Blaine's, but Blaine’s goofy grin and heart eyes every time Kurt used the petname was worth it. And Kurt would be lying if he said he hadn’t enjoyed every minute of their admittedly Victorian courting, but there came a time in every gay teenage boy’s life when he just wanted his cock sucked. And Kurt had definitely reached that point. Actually, he wouldn’t complain if it was the other way around, as long as someone’s cock got sucked and mutual orgasm was reached by both parties involved.
Which led them to this point. They were alone in Kurt’s room, soft and suitably romantic music playing--Edith Piaf, naturally--and Kurt had lit a couple of candles. They both liked romance, after all, so it was hardly a sacrifice. And things were going pretty well, too, so Kurt had very high hopes that after tonight, they would be one step closer to not being virgins anymore.
Kurt was on his back, fully clothed much to his dismay, and Blaine was propped up on one arm beside him. Also, it must be noted, fully clothed. Well, there were several buttons undone on his short-sleeved plaid shirt--and really, Kurt needed to get Blaine into something not from Old Navy one of these days--and Kurt couldn’t stop staring at the hint of chest hair his boyfriend was sporting. Things had come to a very sad state of affairs, he realized, if a bit of chest hair was all it took to have him hard as a rock in his Alexander McQueen summer-weight jeans.
“You are so beautiful,” Blaine whispered, placing a gentle kiss on the underside of Kurt’s jaw. Kurt tilted his head back against the pillow, urging Blaine to take advantage, but Blaine backed off. “Your skin looks like gold dust in the candlelight.”
And okay, that was romantic...cheesy but romantic. Kurt smiled, and pulled Blaine in for a kiss, running his tongue along Blaine’s lower lip, cheering internally when Blaine groaned. But the cheering was cut off abruptly, as Blaine backed off, smiling deeply into Kurt’s eyes.
“And your hair looks like brandied wine, so soft and shining.”
Right, Kurt was not going to laugh at his incredibly earnest, adorable, sweet boyfriend. He. Was. Not. Laughing. Nope, not him. But heaves to Gaga, brandied wine? Blaine had clearly overdosed on Regency romance novels. Right, focus Kurt, he told himself. Hoepfully Blaine would attribute Kurt’s red face from blushing pleasure, and not suppressed laughter.
Luckily, Blaine returned to placing gentle, loving kisses along his neck, up to his ear and then down along his jaw. It was easy to get lost in that, arms winding around Blaine’s shoulders, urging him closer. He ached for more contact, at this point even over the clothes groping would satisfy him. Anything that included more than his frantic hand on his cock in the shower, wishing it was Blaine’s instead.
Kurt angled his head to catch Blaine’s lips in a kiss, hoping that he could stop any more flowery prose with his tongue. He kept it slow at first, almost chaste, but as Blaine drifted closer, as soft sounds escaped his mouth, Kurt reeled him in. He dragged his tongue along Blaine’s lower lip, not biting down like he wanted to but it was a close thing. He knew he was making sounds of his own, whimpers and moans, but it felt so fucking good to be close to Blaine, to be able to run his hands through the gorgeous curls he’d learned to love, to grip Blaine’s broad shoulders and align their chests, their hips...
But then Blaine was pulling back, lips wet and plump, and he was smiling gentle, pushing hair back from Kurt’s eyes. This is it, Kurt thought, he’s going to suggest we get a little more...comfortable. He propped himself up on his elbows, trying to ignore the way his cock jumped at the sight of Blaine looking so delicious debauched, even if he was still fully dressed.
Blaine smiled at him, reached out and brushed Kurt’s hair back from his face. He reached for the buttons on his shirt, and all Kurt could think was FUCK YES. “I should go.” Blaine’s voice was soft, and hoarse from all the kissing that it took a minute for Kurt’s brain to catch up.
“Mmm...wait what?” He sat up completely, and noticed that Blaine had refastened the buttons, hiding all that glorious chest hair from view. “Are you being serious right now, Blaine?”
“It’s late, darling,” Blaine said, with a regretful look at the clock.
Kurt raised one eyebrow, his epic Bitch Face of Doom (as coined by Finn) in full display. “It’s 8:30. That’s not even late by grandma standards.”
Blaine blushed, and reached for his coat. “Your parents will be home soon.” He swallowed, and turned around, and yeah, Kurt had pretty much had just about enough of this.
“What is going on with you? Seriously, Blaine. Did...did I do something wrong?” It occurred to Kurt all of a sudden that maybe he really was the only one who wanted to go to the next level. He’d been assuming this whole time that Blaine had just wanted to take things slow, but...maybe he just wasn’t interested. Sexually. You could love someone without wanting to have sex with them, after all. The thought alone was enough to nearly break Kurt’s heart.
“What? No, Kurt, no. You didn’t do anything wrong!” Kurt looked up, and could see that Blaine was close to tears. “I...I just have to go, okay?”
None of this was making any sense, Kurt thought fighting back tears. “But why?” It came out more broken than he’d like, but then Blaine was the one person he’d never been able to hide his emotions from. He’d seen through him ten minutes after meeting him. None of masks worked with Blaine.
“Because.” Blaine looked wretched, his face screwed up as if in pain. “Because if I don’t, I’m going to forget that you love romance and pin you to that bed and fuck your brains out.” He looked shocked with himself after that display, blushing harder than Kurt had ever seen him before.
Kurt blinked, robbed of words, and then couldn’t help the giggles that escaped. He rolled on the bed, laughing so hard he was probably going to hurt hismelf. Everytime he opened his eyes, he caught sight of Blaine looking hurt and confused, but he couldn’t stop. Finally, finally, he got himself under control and managed to kneel on the edge of the bed. He reached out, snagged Blaine’s arm, and pulled him close.
“I...I don’t actually have a problem with that,” Kurt said, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’ve wanted that forever.”
Blaine looked more confused, but there was hope there too. “But...but you think sex is gross!”
Kurt’s confusion must have shown on his face, because Blaine continued. “Remember? After we did Animal? You were completely disgusted by the thought of sex!”
Kurt sighed, and smiled fondly. “I was completely disgusted by Internet porn, Blaine, which is not sex.”
“But....you said...the talk with your dad. Remember? The most awful, and uncomfortable thing you’d ever done?”
“It was a sex talk. About gay sex. With my dad. My very, very straight dad. Of course it was uncomfortable and awful! That doesn’t mean I didn’t take his advice. I love you, Blaine, you’re not just some guy I want to fuck. That doesn’t do anything for me.” He saw that Blaine wasn’t quite getting it yet. “I love romance, of course I do, but there’s nothing more romantic than making love with the man you’re in love with.”
“Really?”
Kurt leaned forward and kissed Blaine as he’d wanted to for months, deep and hot, and he bit down on Blaine’s lower lip, moaning as he felt Blaine surge against him. They broke apart, breathing heavily, and Kurt smiled. “Really.”
Blaine surged forward, and Kurt went with him, until they were flat on the bed, pressed together from lips to groin. He could feel Blaine’s arousal now, pressing hard and hot against his even through their layers of clothing. He gripped Blaine’s ass, pulled him closer, opening his legs and letting Blaine settle between. They never stopped kissing, tongues battling for dominance, a teasing dance that went back and forth until Kurt couldn’t even remember his own name if asked.
“Clothes,” he gasped out, as Blaine pressed biting kisses along his neck, leaving marks that were going to be impossible to hide with Kurt’s summer wardrobe but that he so didn’t care about right now.
“Yeah,” Blaine agreed, pulling back. He started on his buttons as Kurt sat up enough to pull his simple t-shirt off. They fell back together as soon as the shirts were flung to the side, Kurt on top this time, and he moaned at the feeling of Blaine’s skin pressed against his own. He ran his hands over Blaine’s chest, marveling at the coarse hair, so different from his own finer hair. It thrilled him, added to his arousal, and he ducked his head. He had to taste that skin on display. Had to run his tongue down Blaine’s chest, suck his own marks into Blaine’s collarbone. So he did, pushing Blaine back on the bed, straddling him, as he acquainted himself with his boyfriend’s body.
“So gorgeous,” he murmured, running his hands across Blaine’s stomach, up to his nipples, and back to his hips. He couldn’t stop the restless movements, hungry to learn everything there was to know about Blaine’s body, his reactions. “My sweetheart.” The petname rolled off more naturally than it ever had, and he trailed kisses over Blaine’s chest, right where his heart would be. It was over the top cheesy, but Blaine didn’t mind if the way he was arching up against Kurt said anything about anything.
“Kurt.” It was just his name, gasped out as Blaine’s eyes drifted shut, as his hands gripped Kurt’s hip, pulling him closer. It was everything Kurt wanted, and so much better. He let his hands drift down, settled at the waistband of Blaine’s jeans. He traced a thumb over the button, and lifted his head to meet Blaine’s eyes.
“Is this okay?” he whispered, because maybe it wasn’t. Maybe--
Before he could finish that thought, Blaine’s hand had joined his and together they fumbled, laughing and stealing kisses, until finally--FINALLY!--they managed to get their pants undone and pushed down, leaving only underwear between them. And, oh, that was new and interesting and amazing, Kurt thought, gasping as his erection pressed against Blaine’s.
“Oh fuck,” Blaine whimpered, and if that wasn’t the hottest thing Kurt had ever heard, he wasn’t sure what was. He shifted experimentally, bringing their hips together, rubbing against Blaine and it took his breath away. It was so much more and better than he’d ever imagined, and it wasn’t just about bodies, it was Blaine beneath him, Blaine making those noises, Blaine biting down on his shoulder and shuddering against him.
“Blaine,” he gasped out, feeling the familiar tightening of his body, and no, this was too soon, he hadn’t even...but Blaine was clutching at him and making these needy little gasping breaths, and then he could feel the combined warmth of their orgasms between them. It seemed to go on forever, waves of pleasure and he couldn't stop saying Blaine’s name over and over again, but it was all right because Blaine was mumbling his, saying how much he loved him, over and over again, until Kurt couldn’t hold himself up anymore and slumped down, head buried in the curve of Blaine’s neck.
Blaine petted him weakly, as they lay panting, their release cooling quickly in their underwear. Kurt finally rolled to the side, but couldn’t stop touching Blaine. He felt some distaste at the mess in his briefs, but it wasn’t as important as kissing Blaine, holding him, wrapping him up and letting Blaine do the same.
They lay like that for a long time, entwined, and neither could stop smiling foolishly as the afterglow faded into something else, something quiet and satisfied. “Love you,” Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine’s cheek, his nose, and finally his lips. Blaine smiled against him, and sighed.
“We should get cleaned up,” Blaine suggested regretfully, but made no move to get away from Kurt. “I’m pretty sure your underwear cost more than my monthly car payment.”
Kurt laughed, low and tired. “I don’t care. I don’t want to move.” He flailed around, managed to snag the corner of the duvet and pulled it up over them. “And I’ll have you know that these are from Macy’s and I got them seventy-five percent off. So only half of your car payment.”
Now it was Blaine’s turn to laugh, but it faded as Kurt snuggled in, resting his head on Blaine’s chest.
“Let’s just stay here for awhile,” Kurt said, kissing whatever skin he could reach. “Cuddling is romantic, after all.”
Blaine carded his fingers through Kurt’s hair, smiling. “Well, you know how much I love romance.” He was quiet for a minute, and Kurt thought maybe he’d fallen asleep until... “Well, now I have no plan for prom!”
Kurt laughed, thinking to himself that that was all right, because he had plans of his own. And Blaine was going to love them.
The End. (For Now?)
Rating: If porn could be G-rated, this would be it. As it can't, NC-17 will have to do.
Fandom/Pairing: Glee [Kurt/Blaine]
Word count: 2600 or something like that.
Warnings: Spoilers through 2x16, speculation for the future.
Summary: Kurt loves romance. He's just not sure if romance can be sexy. (Spoiler alert: He's wrong.)
Notes: Yeah, this is unrepentantly schmoopy and I am so not sorry for it. At all. You have been warned. This is Disney does Porno. Not even a little kidding.
Kurt was in heaven. They had the house to themselves, and Finn had even promised to keep their parents out past eleven at the post-season baseball banquet. Kurt was pretty sure he’d have to return the favor at some point, but he was learning that this was what brothers did for each other--keep the parents away from the house in order to minimize any cock-blocking that might go on. Oh hoo boy, if Kurt ever wanted to not be cock-blocked, it was right now.
He and Blaine had been dating for a solid three months now, and it had been perfect. Not that they hadn’t had their ups and down, what with Kurt transferring back to McKinley and Blaine assuming it had been because of Nationals, and not because of the fact that his father’s medical bills were slowly piling up and they couldn’t afford the last quarter’s tuition at Dalton, but they’d worked through that and come out stronger for it. They were going to Prom in a week, together, and Kurt had shelled out a majority of his allowance for the past month on a hotel room where he planned to lose his virginity. To Blaine, if that wasn’t clear.
However, there was one large wrench to his perfect prom plans, and that was his gorgeous, adorable, talented, funny, sexy boyfriend. The boyfriend who showered him with cute little gifts, who held his hand during the movies and at the mall, who called him Darling and flew to New York for Nationals even though it meant skipping classes. The bouquet of roses that Blaine had showered him with had been almost bigger than Rachel. Not her bouquet from Finn, but Rachel herself.
Kurt had gotten very used to being romanced in the last three months, and hoped that his own efforts hadn’t gone unappreciated. Sweetheart didn’t roll off his tongue as naturally as Darling rolled off Blaine's, but Blaine’s goofy grin and heart eyes every time Kurt used the petname was worth it. And Kurt would be lying if he said he hadn’t enjoyed every minute of their admittedly Victorian courting, but there came a time in every gay teenage boy’s life when he just wanted his cock sucked. And Kurt had definitely reached that point. Actually, he wouldn’t complain if it was the other way around, as long as someone’s cock got sucked and mutual orgasm was reached by both parties involved.
Which led them to this point. They were alone in Kurt’s room, soft and suitably romantic music playing--Edith Piaf, naturally--and Kurt had lit a couple of candles. They both liked romance, after all, so it was hardly a sacrifice. And things were going pretty well, too, so Kurt had very high hopes that after tonight, they would be one step closer to not being virgins anymore.
Kurt was on his back, fully clothed much to his dismay, and Blaine was propped up on one arm beside him. Also, it must be noted, fully clothed. Well, there were several buttons undone on his short-sleeved plaid shirt--and really, Kurt needed to get Blaine into something not from Old Navy one of these days--and Kurt couldn’t stop staring at the hint of chest hair his boyfriend was sporting. Things had come to a very sad state of affairs, he realized, if a bit of chest hair was all it took to have him hard as a rock in his Alexander McQueen summer-weight jeans.
“You are so beautiful,” Blaine whispered, placing a gentle kiss on the underside of Kurt’s jaw. Kurt tilted his head back against the pillow, urging Blaine to take advantage, but Blaine backed off. “Your skin looks like gold dust in the candlelight.”
And okay, that was romantic...cheesy but romantic. Kurt smiled, and pulled Blaine in for a kiss, running his tongue along Blaine’s lower lip, cheering internally when Blaine groaned. But the cheering was cut off abruptly, as Blaine backed off, smiling deeply into Kurt’s eyes.
“And your hair looks like brandied wine, so soft and shining.”
Right, Kurt was not going to laugh at his incredibly earnest, adorable, sweet boyfriend. He. Was. Not. Laughing. Nope, not him. But heaves to Gaga, brandied wine? Blaine had clearly overdosed on Regency romance novels. Right, focus Kurt, he told himself. Hoepfully Blaine would attribute Kurt’s red face from blushing pleasure, and not suppressed laughter.
Luckily, Blaine returned to placing gentle, loving kisses along his neck, up to his ear and then down along his jaw. It was easy to get lost in that, arms winding around Blaine’s shoulders, urging him closer. He ached for more contact, at this point even over the clothes groping would satisfy him. Anything that included more than his frantic hand on his cock in the shower, wishing it was Blaine’s instead.
Kurt angled his head to catch Blaine’s lips in a kiss, hoping that he could stop any more flowery prose with his tongue. He kept it slow at first, almost chaste, but as Blaine drifted closer, as soft sounds escaped his mouth, Kurt reeled him in. He dragged his tongue along Blaine’s lower lip, not biting down like he wanted to but it was a close thing. He knew he was making sounds of his own, whimpers and moans, but it felt so fucking good to be close to Blaine, to be able to run his hands through the gorgeous curls he’d learned to love, to grip Blaine’s broad shoulders and align their chests, their hips...
But then Blaine was pulling back, lips wet and plump, and he was smiling gentle, pushing hair back from Kurt’s eyes. This is it, Kurt thought, he’s going to suggest we get a little more...comfortable. He propped himself up on his elbows, trying to ignore the way his cock jumped at the sight of Blaine looking so delicious debauched, even if he was still fully dressed.
Blaine smiled at him, reached out and brushed Kurt’s hair back from his face. He reached for the buttons on his shirt, and all Kurt could think was FUCK YES. “I should go.” Blaine’s voice was soft, and hoarse from all the kissing that it took a minute for Kurt’s brain to catch up.
“Mmm...wait what?” He sat up completely, and noticed that Blaine had refastened the buttons, hiding all that glorious chest hair from view. “Are you being serious right now, Blaine?”
“It’s late, darling,” Blaine said, with a regretful look at the clock.
Kurt raised one eyebrow, his epic Bitch Face of Doom (as coined by Finn) in full display. “It’s 8:30. That’s not even late by grandma standards.”
Blaine blushed, and reached for his coat. “Your parents will be home soon.” He swallowed, and turned around, and yeah, Kurt had pretty much had just about enough of this.
“What is going on with you? Seriously, Blaine. Did...did I do something wrong?” It occurred to Kurt all of a sudden that maybe he really was the only one who wanted to go to the next level. He’d been assuming this whole time that Blaine had just wanted to take things slow, but...maybe he just wasn’t interested. Sexually. You could love someone without wanting to have sex with them, after all. The thought alone was enough to nearly break Kurt’s heart.
“What? No, Kurt, no. You didn’t do anything wrong!” Kurt looked up, and could see that Blaine was close to tears. “I...I just have to go, okay?”
None of this was making any sense, Kurt thought fighting back tears. “But why?” It came out more broken than he’d like, but then Blaine was the one person he’d never been able to hide his emotions from. He’d seen through him ten minutes after meeting him. None of masks worked with Blaine.
“Because.” Blaine looked wretched, his face screwed up as if in pain. “Because if I don’t, I’m going to forget that you love romance and pin you to that bed and fuck your brains out.” He looked shocked with himself after that display, blushing harder than Kurt had ever seen him before.
Kurt blinked, robbed of words, and then couldn’t help the giggles that escaped. He rolled on the bed, laughing so hard he was probably going to hurt hismelf. Everytime he opened his eyes, he caught sight of Blaine looking hurt and confused, but he couldn’t stop. Finally, finally, he got himself under control and managed to kneel on the edge of the bed. He reached out, snagged Blaine’s arm, and pulled him close.
“I...I don’t actually have a problem with that,” Kurt said, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’ve wanted that forever.”
Blaine looked more confused, but there was hope there too. “But...but you think sex is gross!”
Kurt’s confusion must have shown on his face, because Blaine continued. “Remember? After we did Animal? You were completely disgusted by the thought of sex!”
Kurt sighed, and smiled fondly. “I was completely disgusted by Internet porn, Blaine, which is not sex.”
“But....you said...the talk with your dad. Remember? The most awful, and uncomfortable thing you’d ever done?”
“It was a sex talk. About gay sex. With my dad. My very, very straight dad. Of course it was uncomfortable and awful! That doesn’t mean I didn’t take his advice. I love you, Blaine, you’re not just some guy I want to fuck. That doesn’t do anything for me.” He saw that Blaine wasn’t quite getting it yet. “I love romance, of course I do, but there’s nothing more romantic than making love with the man you’re in love with.”
“Really?”
Kurt leaned forward and kissed Blaine as he’d wanted to for months, deep and hot, and he bit down on Blaine’s lower lip, moaning as he felt Blaine surge against him. They broke apart, breathing heavily, and Kurt smiled. “Really.”
Blaine surged forward, and Kurt went with him, until they were flat on the bed, pressed together from lips to groin. He could feel Blaine’s arousal now, pressing hard and hot against his even through their layers of clothing. He gripped Blaine’s ass, pulled him closer, opening his legs and letting Blaine settle between. They never stopped kissing, tongues battling for dominance, a teasing dance that went back and forth until Kurt couldn’t even remember his own name if asked.
“Clothes,” he gasped out, as Blaine pressed biting kisses along his neck, leaving marks that were going to be impossible to hide with Kurt’s summer wardrobe but that he so didn’t care about right now.
“Yeah,” Blaine agreed, pulling back. He started on his buttons as Kurt sat up enough to pull his simple t-shirt off. They fell back together as soon as the shirts were flung to the side, Kurt on top this time, and he moaned at the feeling of Blaine’s skin pressed against his own. He ran his hands over Blaine’s chest, marveling at the coarse hair, so different from his own finer hair. It thrilled him, added to his arousal, and he ducked his head. He had to taste that skin on display. Had to run his tongue down Blaine’s chest, suck his own marks into Blaine’s collarbone. So he did, pushing Blaine back on the bed, straddling him, as he acquainted himself with his boyfriend’s body.
“So gorgeous,” he murmured, running his hands across Blaine’s stomach, up to his nipples, and back to his hips. He couldn’t stop the restless movements, hungry to learn everything there was to know about Blaine’s body, his reactions. “My sweetheart.” The petname rolled off more naturally than it ever had, and he trailed kisses over Blaine’s chest, right where his heart would be. It was over the top cheesy, but Blaine didn’t mind if the way he was arching up against Kurt said anything about anything.
“Kurt.” It was just his name, gasped out as Blaine’s eyes drifted shut, as his hands gripped Kurt’s hip, pulling him closer. It was everything Kurt wanted, and so much better. He let his hands drift down, settled at the waistband of Blaine’s jeans. He traced a thumb over the button, and lifted his head to meet Blaine’s eyes.
“Is this okay?” he whispered, because maybe it wasn’t. Maybe--
Before he could finish that thought, Blaine’s hand had joined his and together they fumbled, laughing and stealing kisses, until finally--FINALLY!--they managed to get their pants undone and pushed down, leaving only underwear between them. And, oh, that was new and interesting and amazing, Kurt thought, gasping as his erection pressed against Blaine’s.
“Oh fuck,” Blaine whimpered, and if that wasn’t the hottest thing Kurt had ever heard, he wasn’t sure what was. He shifted experimentally, bringing their hips together, rubbing against Blaine and it took his breath away. It was so much more and better than he’d ever imagined, and it wasn’t just about bodies, it was Blaine beneath him, Blaine making those noises, Blaine biting down on his shoulder and shuddering against him.
“Blaine,” he gasped out, feeling the familiar tightening of his body, and no, this was too soon, he hadn’t even...but Blaine was clutching at him and making these needy little gasping breaths, and then he could feel the combined warmth of their orgasms between them. It seemed to go on forever, waves of pleasure and he couldn't stop saying Blaine’s name over and over again, but it was all right because Blaine was mumbling his, saying how much he loved him, over and over again, until Kurt couldn’t hold himself up anymore and slumped down, head buried in the curve of Blaine’s neck.
Blaine petted him weakly, as they lay panting, their release cooling quickly in their underwear. Kurt finally rolled to the side, but couldn’t stop touching Blaine. He felt some distaste at the mess in his briefs, but it wasn’t as important as kissing Blaine, holding him, wrapping him up and letting Blaine do the same.
They lay like that for a long time, entwined, and neither could stop smiling foolishly as the afterglow faded into something else, something quiet and satisfied. “Love you,” Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine’s cheek, his nose, and finally his lips. Blaine smiled against him, and sighed.
“We should get cleaned up,” Blaine suggested regretfully, but made no move to get away from Kurt. “I’m pretty sure your underwear cost more than my monthly car payment.”
Kurt laughed, low and tired. “I don’t care. I don’t want to move.” He flailed around, managed to snag the corner of the duvet and pulled it up over them. “And I’ll have you know that these are from Macy’s and I got them seventy-five percent off. So only half of your car payment.”
Now it was Blaine’s turn to laugh, but it faded as Kurt snuggled in, resting his head on Blaine’s chest.
“Let’s just stay here for awhile,” Kurt said, kissing whatever skin he could reach. “Cuddling is romantic, after all.”
Blaine carded his fingers through Kurt’s hair, smiling. “Well, you know how much I love romance.” He was quiet for a minute, and Kurt thought maybe he’d fallen asleep until... “Well, now I have no plan for prom!”
Kurt laughed, thinking to himself that that was all right, because he had plans of his own. And Blaine was going to love them.
The End. (For Now?)