Imagination (Blaine-centric, Blaine/Kurt, R/NC-17)
Title: Imagination
Author: teleophobia
Rating: I think it's NC-17, but could be construed as R...?
Characters/Parings: Blaine-centric, Blaine/Kurt, hints of Blaine/OMC and fail!Blaine/Rachel
I wrote this for this prompt in the Glee Kink Meme part 4:
Blaine's first time masturbating, he thinks about a girl he preformed with in a community play. (it doesn't work out very well).
What feels like Blaine's millionth time masturbating, after he knows he's gay, he thinks about the elfish guy he's sort of mentoring. (it works a lot better)
The girl is Rachel, the guy is Kurt.
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Blaine turned his music on loud, but not so loud that he couldn’t hear footsteps coming upstairs. It was a risk, but nothing could be worse than his mom walking in on him, you know, doing that. Blaine had heard some of the other guys in his history class talking (Mr. Simmons never paid attention to his students) about that, and one of them had said his mom had caught him, and there was no way in hell that was happening to Blaine.
It was hard enough to go through with this without worrying about someone seeing him. Blaine had never actually masturbated before. He had always been nervous. He was aware that he was starting to notice guys more than girls, and was worried that the jocks who shoved him in the halls were right. Blaine wasn’t stupid. He knew that being gay in Ohio was a surefire way to get his ass handed to him every single day until he made it to college. So Blaine kept his thoughts to himself and made an effort to notice girls. It’s not like girls weren’t pretty or attractive, they just generally didn’t attract him.
There was only one girl that Blaine had noticed without trying, and he didn’t think it was because of the right reasons. Rachel, who was in a teen production of Hairspray with him, was loud, condescending, and had a bigger ego than all of the football players at his high school combined. Blaine had to admit that she was pretty, though, and she left him breathless every time she sang. So he decided that Rachel Berry was his best bet.
After making sure his door was locked, Blaine climbed onto his bed. His heart was beating faster, but he wasn’t sure whether that was from excitement or nervousness. He carefully unzipped his pants and shoved them down just far enough to take his cock out of his underwear. He gripped it firmly, slowly moving his fingers over his own flesh. Blaine gasped. It felt better than he had expected.
He moved his hand faster and began thinking about Rachel. In his mind, she was backstage with him after rehearsal. Her hair fell forward as she bit her lip shyly, chin tucked down, hands behind her back, and suddenly she was changing into the cute older boy who played Link. His eyes sparkled, a sexy smirk on his lips, and Blaine felt his heart beating faster as his hand moved with the rhythm, but no! He stopped. That wasn’t what was supposed to happen.
Blaine tried again. He thought about Rachel’s slender hands gently sliding along his cock, her vanilla chap stick on his lips as she kissed him, and her breasts pressed against his chest. He could feel his arousal slipping away, and once again his thoughts turned to the boy, to Derek. Blaine imagined what Darek’s fingers, calloused from playing guitar and violin, would feel like against his dick, against his skin. His imaginary Derek stroked roughly and bit at his neck, holding his hips in place with a strong hand.
The music muffled Blaine’s moan as he came. A few seconds later, it muffled the sound of his tears.
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It was two years later, and since that day early in his freshman year, Blaine had gotten much more familiar with his hand and a little lotion. He had moved beyond feeling shame over his attraction to men to feeling like a normal teenager, and he was one. Which is why he was currently spreading his legs on his bed, grasping his cock and dreaming up fantasies of Kurt Hummel’s cherry red lips and clear, melodic voice.
He had tried not to, but Blaine couldn’t help himself. I mean, all you had to do was look at Kurt and see where his fantasies were coming from. There was something enticing about his innocence, with those bright eyes and rosy cheeks. And really, how would thinking about it hurt Kurt?
‘It might hurt me,’ Blaine thought, ‘to see him all the time and not be able to--’ He immediately halted that train of thought before it reached the station. He choked on his next breath just imagining being able to push Kurt up against a wall and fuck him raw. Blaine slowed down. His hand shook and he continued running his hand along his dick, his heart pounding in his ears, and conjured up a more elaborate scenario.
He closed his eyes and imagined Kurt. The younger boy bit his lower lip, cautiously touching Blaine’s length with soft fingers. Blaine let out a groan, quickening his pace, focusing on those luscious red lips. He could imagine them slipping around the head of his cock, sucking lightly, then harder. Then Kurt would take him into his mouth, encompassing Blaine in that wet, velvety heat. Kurt’s tongue lapping at the underside of Blaine’s cock, his head bobbing, bright eyes staring up at Blaine in lust, and oh God-- Blaine came harder than he ever had in his life. White lights flashed behind his eyes as the sharp rush of pleasure ripped through him, stealing the air out of his lungs.
His labored breathing gradually became more even as he came down from the high. Blaine’s tightly clenched eyes opened and the room blurred for a moment, slowly coming back into view. He could hear his phone beep, indicating that someone had texted him. Blaine lifted up one impossibly heavy arm and lazily flicked the phone open to read the message.
From Kurt @ 7:08 PM:
What’s up?
Blaine grinned and texted back.
From Blaine @ 7:09 PM:
Thinking about you.
Author: teleophobia
Rating: I think it's NC-17, but could be construed as R...?
Characters/Parings: Blaine-centric, Blaine/Kurt, hints of Blaine/OMC and fail!Blaine/Rachel
I wrote this for this prompt in the Glee Kink Meme part 4:
Blaine's first time masturbating, he thinks about a girl he preformed with in a community play. (it doesn't work out very well).
What feels like Blaine's millionth time masturbating, after he knows he's gay, he thinks about the elfish guy he's sort of mentoring. (it works a lot better)
The girl is Rachel, the guy is Kurt.
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Blaine turned his music on loud, but not so loud that he couldn’t hear footsteps coming upstairs. It was a risk, but nothing could be worse than his mom walking in on him, you know, doing that. Blaine had heard some of the other guys in his history class talking (Mr. Simmons never paid attention to his students) about that, and one of them had said his mom had caught him, and there was no way in hell that was happening to Blaine.
It was hard enough to go through with this without worrying about someone seeing him. Blaine had never actually masturbated before. He had always been nervous. He was aware that he was starting to notice guys more than girls, and was worried that the jocks who shoved him in the halls were right. Blaine wasn’t stupid. He knew that being gay in Ohio was a surefire way to get his ass handed to him every single day until he made it to college. So Blaine kept his thoughts to himself and made an effort to notice girls. It’s not like girls weren’t pretty or attractive, they just generally didn’t attract him.
There was only one girl that Blaine had noticed without trying, and he didn’t think it was because of the right reasons. Rachel, who was in a teen production of Hairspray with him, was loud, condescending, and had a bigger ego than all of the football players at his high school combined. Blaine had to admit that she was pretty, though, and she left him breathless every time she sang. So he decided that Rachel Berry was his best bet.
After making sure his door was locked, Blaine climbed onto his bed. His heart was beating faster, but he wasn’t sure whether that was from excitement or nervousness. He carefully unzipped his pants and shoved them down just far enough to take his cock out of his underwear. He gripped it firmly, slowly moving his fingers over his own flesh. Blaine gasped. It felt better than he had expected.
He moved his hand faster and began thinking about Rachel. In his mind, she was backstage with him after rehearsal. Her hair fell forward as she bit her lip shyly, chin tucked down, hands behind her back, and suddenly she was changing into the cute older boy who played Link. His eyes sparkled, a sexy smirk on his lips, and Blaine felt his heart beating faster as his hand moved with the rhythm, but no! He stopped. That wasn’t what was supposed to happen.
Blaine tried again. He thought about Rachel’s slender hands gently sliding along his cock, her vanilla chap stick on his lips as she kissed him, and her breasts pressed against his chest. He could feel his arousal slipping away, and once again his thoughts turned to the boy, to Derek. Blaine imagined what Darek’s fingers, calloused from playing guitar and violin, would feel like against his dick, against his skin. His imaginary Derek stroked roughly and bit at his neck, holding his hips in place with a strong hand.
The music muffled Blaine’s moan as he came. A few seconds later, it muffled the sound of his tears.
----------
It was two years later, and since that day early in his freshman year, Blaine had gotten much more familiar with his hand and a little lotion. He had moved beyond feeling shame over his attraction to men to feeling like a normal teenager, and he was one. Which is why he was currently spreading his legs on his bed, grasping his cock and dreaming up fantasies of Kurt Hummel’s cherry red lips and clear, melodic voice.
He had tried not to, but Blaine couldn’t help himself. I mean, all you had to do was look at Kurt and see where his fantasies were coming from. There was something enticing about his innocence, with those bright eyes and rosy cheeks. And really, how would thinking about it hurt Kurt?
‘It might hurt me,’ Blaine thought, ‘to see him all the time and not be able to--’ He immediately halted that train of thought before it reached the station. He choked on his next breath just imagining being able to push Kurt up against a wall and fuck him raw. Blaine slowed down. His hand shook and he continued running his hand along his dick, his heart pounding in his ears, and conjured up a more elaborate scenario.
He closed his eyes and imagined Kurt. The younger boy bit his lower lip, cautiously touching Blaine’s length with soft fingers. Blaine let out a groan, quickening his pace, focusing on those luscious red lips. He could imagine them slipping around the head of his cock, sucking lightly, then harder. Then Kurt would take him into his mouth, encompassing Blaine in that wet, velvety heat. Kurt’s tongue lapping at the underside of Blaine’s cock, his head bobbing, bright eyes staring up at Blaine in lust, and oh God-- Blaine came harder than he ever had in his life. White lights flashed behind his eyes as the sharp rush of pleasure ripped through him, stealing the air out of his lungs.
His labored breathing gradually became more even as he came down from the high. Blaine’s tightly clenched eyes opened and the room blurred for a moment, slowly coming back into view. He could hear his phone beep, indicating that someone had texted him. Blaine lifted up one impossibly heavy arm and lazily flicked the phone open to read the message.
From Kurt @ 7:08 PM:
What’s up?
Blaine grinned and texted back.
From Blaine @ 7:09 PM:
Thinking about you.