Adults Only Klaine Fic: Walk-ins Not Welcome 1/1 by angelswilliam
Author: angelswilliam
Title: Walk-ins Not Welcome
Fandom: Glee
Ship/Characters: Klaine, Burt Hummel
Rating: I'm going to say ADULTS ONLY, just to be safe.
Genre: Teen Romance
Prompt: N/A
Word Count: Approx. 3770
Spoilers/Warnings: SPOILERS: "Original Song," or the Regionals episode of Season 2. WARNINGS: Underage M/M kissing and non-penetrative sexual activities, adult language
Summary: Kurt's been given ground rules for the Hummel household. Sometimes, though, hormones push at the boundaries a bit.
Disclaimer: Not mine. The people who created, wrote, produced, and distributed the original characters and/or plots own everything this writing is based on. This is just me having fun. Besides, I'm broke and you won't get nuttin' from me if you sue.
Feedback: Concrit and stroking are welcome. Flames will get R2-D2's CO2 spray in the face.
Author's note: M/M warning is in place because of cross-posting to my journal and to other places where not all posts are slash. See distribution field for list of communities. ALL ACTIVITY IN THIS FIC IS CONSENSUAL. I know Axe Unleashed is a men's product that's made to attract women, but I used a little writer's license here; I came across a guy who was wearing that, and damn if I couldn't stay away from him! It was fricking embarrassing! He had to actually tell me I was freaking him out before I got myself under control. Before he left, I asked him what he was wearing, and that was what he told me: Axe Unleashed. Those commercials for Axe ain't lyin'!
Distribution: If I'm a member of your archive, community, forum, group, etc., you can have it. Anyone else, comment with an invite. angelswilliam Cross-posted to: blaine_kurt, finn_who, glee_tv, gleefics, gleeslash, slash_world, the_1st_time, and my friends-only fic/icon journal angelswilliam.
Kurt and Blaine lay on their stomachs on Kurt's bed, their shoes off so as not to get dirt on the comforter. They'd gotten their textbooks out of their respective bags and gotten them open. They'd gotten that far, at least.
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"So, what kind of homework do they give you at McKinley?" Blaine asked, his sock-covered foot caressing Kurt's.
"Mm." Kurt made an effort to sound casual. "Math."
"Really?" Blaine did the same, though he moved closer as if to peek at Kurt's book. "What kind of math?"
"Trigonometry."
"Ooooh, evil." Blaine patted Kurt's back. "I am so sorry."
Kurt finally turned to face him. "I know. I mean, what on earth is a Broadway sensation going to do with trigonometry? Spew it to impress people at dinner parties?"
Blaine chuckled, then moved his hand to play with the hair at Kurt's temple. "Maybe." He scooted a little closer so their bodies were almost touching front to front. "Maybe--" He leaned just his head in to nip at Kurt's earlobe-- "you should just forget about it for now."
Kurt inhaled sharply and grabbed for Blaine's shoulder. "Maybe I should." He closed the gap between their bodies, pulling Blaine's head in for a passionate kiss.
Soon, each had a knee entwined with the other's legs. Their hands were everywhere on each other's backs and heads, each trying to find a hold that would bring them close enough to satisfy whatever it was they wanted--needed--inside their hearts.
Eventually, one of Blaine's hands landed on Kurt's buttock. The immediate result was a grunt and thrust from Kurt, causing both boys to groan as their already hard penises moved roughly against each other.
Blaine flipped Kurt onto his back and kissed him hard, continuing the thrusting motion against him. They both were breathing hard, Blaine alternating between hard kisses on Kurt's mouth and neck. Every time Blaine left Kurt's mouth to latch onto his neck, Kurt let out a grunt then a cry, thrusting into Blaine even harder, causing Blaine to groan loudly.
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Burt had finished work on his project car for the day, and Leni told him to go on home. There was only a half hour left, anyway, and it would do Burt some good to have an early day every now and again. Burt only argued half-heartedly before he left, telling Leni to be sure to remember to turn off the air compressor before leaving.
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Burt put his mini-cooler on the kitchen counter and was about to empty it when he heard noises from upstairs. Decidedly sex-like noises. His brows knit together, he went to the stairway and started to climb.
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Blaine noticed that Kurt had stopped moving as much and breathing as hard, so he stopped and looked down at him. "Is this okay? Is it too much?"
Kurt shook his head. "No. It's fine."
Blaine pulled back, hoisting himself up on his hands. "Kurt," he said between breaths, "I can't help make this good for you if you don't talk to me. I want you to enjoy it just as much as me. Are you--Are you getting--"
Kurt turned his head to the side. "I don't know." He sounded absolutely miserable.
"You don't know?"
"I've never--" Kurt shrugged, pursing his lips, glancing up at Blaine, and then looking away again.
"You've never had an orgasm?"
Kurt only shook his head rapidly, squeezing his eyes shut.
Blaine's jaw dropped, but then he shook himself mentally. He had to be there for Kurt. This was obviously really embarrassing for him.
"I'm sorry, Kurt. I shouldn't have rushed you. I just--I just assumed you'd...masturbated before." Searching for the right thing to do or say, he looked down at his boyfriend whom he loved so very much, desperate to show him it was okay--he was okay.
Suddenly, something he'd seen/read on the web came to him.
"Can I open your pants? Just enough to touch you?" He asked.
Kurt's eyes were on his immediately. "Why?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Y--Yes...."
"Then, let me do this for you."
Kurt swallowed hard. "Okay...."
Favoring him with a smile that held all the love he felt, Blaine undid his own pants first, sliding them down his hips just a little, and took his cock out of the front of his underwear. Kurt watched his every movement, wide-eyed. Blaine then moved to do the same to Kurt, performing the tasks much more slowly, his eyes meeting Kurt's at each step in case he wanted to stop things. Kurt never made any sign of protest but merely followed Blaine's eyes, his mouth slightly open, his breathing coming in sweet tiny whimpers.
When both their penises were exposed, Blaine ran his fingers along Kurt's cheek before holding the same hand at Kurt's elbow level. "Give me your hand."
"Why?"
Blaine kissed him long and slow. "Trust me."
Kurt gave him his hand, and Blaine lifted himself a little to one side so he could fit their hands between their bodies. With the arm semi-trapped on the bed, he took hold of his own cock. With his other, he guided Kurt's to hold his.
Kurt gasped. "What--?"
Blaine leaned closer and, using the hand that held Kurt's, he wrapped both their hands tightly around both their cocks and squeezed upward.
"OHmygod." Kurt's eyes fluttered closed, and Blaine had to thank whoever would listen that Kurt had fallen forward instead of back with the ecstasy he felt.
"Good?"
"Mmmmm," was all Kurt could manage.
Smiling, Blaine leaned in to kiss Kurt. "Yeah. It's so good. Being with you like this." He began to move their hands, rocking their bodies in time with the rhythm, a nice slow rhythm to--Oh, fuck, it felt so good....
Kurt started moving his body faster. "More...." He whined.
Blaine kissed him hard. "More what?"
"Don't know. Just...more."
Kurt's eyes were squeezed shut, and Blaine smiled. Kurt was so new to this, so innocent--even more than he was himself--and it was a huge turn on. It shouldn't have been, he knew, but...it made him love Kurt even more, and for some reason that made things even hotter.
He flicked his thumb over the slit at the tip of Kurt's cock, and Kurt cried out, his hips jerking.
"Oh, you liked that," Blaine said with a smile.
"Yee-eah." Kurt was hyperventilating, now.
"Here," Blaine said, moving to show Kurt--
"--Oh, don't stop!"
Blaine smiled again. "Relax! Just, here." He moved Kurt's thumb over his own tip and hissed at the sensations. "Yeah, like that. That's what I did to you. Do it again." Kurt opened his eyes partway, looked down, and his eyes widened as if realizing what was happening for the first time. He slid his thumb over Blaine again, and Blaine's hips bucked. "Now, you know what to do."
They crashed together in a moaning kiss, and then there was nothing but pulling and thumbing of cocks. Blaine began to groan steadily, getting close, and he opened his eyes to make sure Kurt got there before him. Kurt started crying out, his hips thrusting hard but stuttered into their hands. Soon, Kurt's cum was shooting all over their hands, the comforter, and their shirts; Blaine's wasn't far behind.
Still recovering, they lay there kissing sweetly, Kurt with the most adorable smile Blaine had ever seen on his face, when the bedroom door popped open.
"Looks like a lot of studying's getting done in here."
Blaine immediately jumped away from Kurt to the opposite side of the bed. His eyes looked everywhere but the doorway, his face hot with embarrassment.
Kurt swatted at him, and when he had Blaine's attention, he gave a pointed look at Blaine's groin. Blaine looked down and was horrified at the sudden reminder that his cock was still hanging out of his pants, let alone the fact that he was covered with his and Kurt's cum. Kurt had thrown the side of the comforter over himself that had been hanging over the edge of the bed and motioned with his eyes for Blaine to do the same with his side.
"We were just--" Kurt began.
"Yeah, I can see what you were just," Burt interrupted. "I think I made myself pretty clear, Kurt, on what was and was not to happen in this house."
"Yes, Dad." Kurt didn't look at him.
"Now, I said it was okay for the two of you to study in your bedroom," Burt continued. "If you're going to abuse that, then you're going to have to take it downstairs. You understand me?"
"Yes, Dad."
"And, you."
Blaine looked at him for the first time...with great difficulty.
"My son's grades start to drop, you and I are going to have a talk."
"No, sir!" At Burt's raised eyebrow, Blaine clarified, "I don't want that to happen anymore than you do."
"Good. Then, we all understand each other." He scanned the room. "Looks like you boys have some cleaning up to do. And, Kurt?"
Kurt looked up at him.
"I know you're going to do what you're going to do. Just don't do it in my house, and don't put it before your schoolwork." He sighed. "That's all I ask. I was a teenager once, too." He turned to leave, then turned back around. "Oh, one more thing." He rapped his knuckles on the door. "This? Stays open." With that, he left.
Blaine grabbed a pillow and flopped it over his face. "Well, that was embarrassing," he said through the fluff and fabric.
Kurt pulled the pillow off him, and then threw it at him, a smile on his face. "He's my father! How would you like it if your father--"
"Whoa." Blaine put his hands up, palms facing Kurt. "Don't even go there."
Kurt immediately regretted his words. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking when I said that." He lay next to Blaine and placed his head on his shoulder. "We need to find a safe haven where neither father will walk in when we're...." He trailed off and began playing with the fabric of Blaine's shirt.
"When we're--" Blaine stopped Kurt's hand with his own and waited for Kurt's eyes to meet his before he smiled and continued-- "making love?"
Kurt blushed and smiled. "Making love. I never thought those two words would be used to describe anything I'd be doing in my lifetime."
Blaine kissed his forehead. "And, now?"
"I don't know," Kurt shrugged and averted his eyes, his cheeks coloring a darker shade of pink. The cutest shade Blaine had ever seen. "I mean, I don't know if I'm ready, yet."
Blaine rubbed noses with him. "Kurt. Sweetheart." When Kurt still refused eye contact, Blaine lifted his chin with a finger. "Look at me." Kurt's eyes came up to meet his. "Kurt, making love doesn't have to be about penetration." Kurt's eyes darted away again, his face and ears turning deep red. "Hey, look at me." Kurt did, but slowly. "Making love is sharing intimate touches with someone special to you...so, you and I--We just made love."
"We did?"
Blaine placed a slow sweet kiss on Kurt's lips. "We did." He gave the door a glance, then turned to grimace at Kurt. "Even if our afterglow was rudely interrupted."
They shared a giggle and bumped into each other playfully.
"We should get this mess cleaned up," Kurt said, then looked at Blaine. "Oh, my. Do you have a change of clothes?"
"Yeah. I always change out of my uniform before I get home." He leaned closer and grinned. "And, don't worry. I do my own laundry, so there won't be any questions."
Kurt pushed up from the bed, then. "Good. You can put your laundry skills to work and help me get this out of the duvet." He gestured to the rapidly drying crusty stain in the middle of his ruby-colored bedspread.
Blaine pouted. "You're no fun."
Kurt glared at him. "We've had our fun. Now, as they say, 'You lie in the bed, you make it.'"
Blaine chuckled. "Kurt, the saying is, 'You make the bed you lie in.'"
Kurt shrugged. "Close enough."
"All right, we'll see what we can do...but don't you think we should clean ourselves up first?" Blaine indicated Kurt's front. "You're not any better off than I am, and we got it all over our hands...and inside our underwear...and it's not like it didn't soak through our clothes."
Kurt noticed for the first time--and was shocked that it was the first time--that he felt unpleasantly sticky from his thighs all the way to his stomach. "....I see your point." Moving swiftly around his room, he began gathering slippers, clothing, and what looked like lotions. "Follow me."
Blaine was surprised when Kurt opened what he'd assumed had been a closet door and revealed a full bathroom, complete with separate shower and bathtub.
"Wowww." Blaine walked in, slack-jawed. "You hit the mother load."
Kurt nodded. "I got the bigger of the two guest bedrooms. Apparently, the previous owners liked to pamper their guests." He walked further into the bathroom and closed the door. "Shower or bath?"
"Huh?" Blaine was still taking in the enormous bathroom.
"Do you want the shower or the tub?"
Blaine woke the second time Kurt asked the question. "Don't you mean, what do we want?"
Kurt blinked. "Are you suggesting we bathe together?" He glanced at the door, then lowered his voice. "I'm taking enough of a chance closing the door!"
Blaine took a step closer. "We'll be quiet. He'll never suspect a thing."
"Blaine...the water pipes do run downstairs...." Kurt gave him a look. "Dad isn't stupid."
"He told us to clean up, didn't he? How's he going to know we're doing it at the same time?"
"By checking up on us." Kurt said, pursing his lips and tilting his head.
Blaine closed the space between them. "Tell you what," he said, weaving a hand through Kurt's hair while the other snuck under Kurt's sweater, "if he comes to check on us and sees what we're doing," he started a line of open-mouthed kisses from the hinge of Kurt's jaw to his collarbone, "I'll take the heat for it."
"Blaine...."
"Shhhh." Blaine kissed him gently on the lips, slipping his other hand under the sweater and pushing up. He pulled out of the kiss. "Lift your arms." Kurt did, and Blaine slid the sweater up and off Kurt's torso.
Next came the buttons on the crisp white uniform shirt. Well, not so crisp or white anymore, is it? Blaine thought with a grin.
"What's so funny?" Kurt asked, his voice tinged with a slight whine, his mouth slightly pouty.
OOPS. "I was just thinking how we tainted the crisp and clean uniform shirt," Blaine said.
Kurt's smile put a mischievous glint in his eye. "Shame on us."
"We're dirty boys. We need to be cleansed."
Kurt laughed. "You're incredibly silly."
"Is that so?" Blaine had slipped the Oxford over Kurt's shoulders and arms and onto the floor and now moved his hands to the hem of Kurt's T-shirt. Leaning forward to take Kurt's lips with his, he slid his hands up the inside of the T-shirt and experimentally pinched Kurt's nipples.
Kurt pulled out of the kiss with a long sharp inhale.
Blaine's eyebrows drew together. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"
"No!" Kurt shook his head emphatically. "Do it again!"
Blaine did, this time rolling them a little.
Kurt grabbed Blaine's shoulders. "Ohhhh, Blaine. Don't stop. Don't ever stop."
"God, you're so responsive, Kurt." Blaine attacked his neck again. "Everything I do to you makes you crazy, and that makes me crazy."
"I think we're going to get in trouble again...."
"Who cares?" Blaine pushed at the T-shirt. "Lift your arms again." If Kurt's arms hadn't been in an upward direction, Blaine's efforts would have torn the shirt.
He leaned forward and mashed their lips together, his hands going for Kurt's pants. Pulling out of the kiss, he breathed, "Thanks for not fastening these back up," before pushing them down his legs.
Kurt was naked. He was really naked...in front of Blaine.... He was really naked in front of Blaine and not feeling ashamed or scared. This was...a pleasant surprise, actually. A very pleasant surprise, if Blaine kept doing what he was doing.
Wait. I'm standing here naked while Blaine's fully clothed. Well, that's going to change.
Kurt stepped out of his pants and grabbed Blaine by the shirt. "Something's wrong with this picture, Mr. Anderson," he said.
"Oh?" Blaine raised an eyebrow. "And what is that, Mr. Hummel?"
"There's a severe imbalance of raiment," Kurt told him, sliding his hands down to grab at the hem of his T-shirt. "Up."
Enjoying Kurt's sudden dominant behavior, Blaine put his hands over his head without a word, his and Kurt's eyes completely focused on each other.
Once the shirt was off, Kurt looked down to see that Blaine's pants were still undone, as well. "How convenient," he said, and slid them down just as quickly as Blaine had his. When he stood, Blaine stepped out of them.
They were only able to eye each other for a few moments before hunger got the better of them and they fell into each other, all lips and hands.
"Shower," Blaine growled. "Now."
"Oh, so you've decided?"
"Quit playing," Blaine said, walking backward toward the shower stall, taking Kurt with him. "I'm done playing."
A part of Kurt's brain knew that words like that normally would scare him, but right now they only served to make him really, really hard. He followed Blaine willingly, and once inside the shower, they both fumbled for the door handle.
"Shhhh!" Kurt said. "We're making too much noise!"
"Fuck." Blaine reached out and, with sudden coordination and seeming clarity, he closed the door with no more than a small rattle of the glass inside the frame. Once it was closed, Blaine turned his attention back to Kurt. "Better?"
Kurt stared at him, mouth agape, and nodded.
"Good." Without another word, Blaine went for Kurt's neck again. Just when Kurt was convinced he'd be a puddle of ooze slipping through the drain, Blaine pulled back. "So, how do we turn the shower on? I want to run my hands all over your wet body."
Blaine had to catch Kurt as he nearly swooned.
"Whoa, there. You okay?"
"Yes," Kurt squeaked. "I'm fine. Just...the way you talk...the things you say...sometimes they catch me off guard a little."
Blaine turned him around and nuzzled at his nape, holding him in a warm bear hug. "I'm sorry. If this is too much for you at once--"
Kurt lay his head back on Blaine's shoulder. "It's not. Honestly, it's not." He reached back to pull Blaine's head forward and turned his own face to share a soft kiss with him. "Here. I'll turn it on. Back up a little."
Blaine backed them into the corner so the water wouldn't shock them when it came out cold, and Kurt reached to turn the handle until it was a little past the point between cold and hot.
"That will be plenty hot once the hot water gets up here, trust me."
Blaine nuzzled him. "I believe you."
Soon, they were standing under perfectly hot shots of water raining down on them. First, they just stood there, Blaine standing behind Kurt, twisting them slowly right and left in a sleepy motion under the cascade, letting the heat relax their muscles. Kurt leaned against Blaine, eyes closed, enjoying the closeness and the warmth emanating from Blaine's body. Everything felt so good, so right about this. He could stay like this forever.
Blaine's arms moved from Kurt's waist, and his hands began to caress Kurt's torso in long firm strokes that ended with the barest touch at his nipples. Kurt's breathing came faster, and he reached back to hook an arm around Blaine's neck to keep from slipping onto the floor.
"Blaine..." he whispered.
Blaine reached for a bottle of shower gel that sat on one of the built-in shelves. "Mm, Axe Unleashed," he said, "So, this is why I can't resist you." He flipped the cap open and squeezed some of the gel into his hand. "Oh, yeah. Smells just like you. I love it."
Leaving the bottle open, he returned it to the shelf, then lathered the gel in his hands a bit before putting them on Kurt's body--all over Kurt's body. Kurt mewled and writhed as Blaine held him tight and ran soapy hands slowly up and down his arms, in circles over his torso, lightly over his nipples, in a V down to his cock.
When Blaine reached Kurt's penis, Kurt had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. He'd been so hard for so long that just that single touch nearly made him come...and then when one of Blaine's hands slid lower and massaged his testicles while the other wrapped around and began to work him--Oh.
Blaine kissed Kurt from pulse point to shoulder and back again through his entire orgasm, all the while rubbing his own cock up against Kurt's ass crack. It was the closest they'd ever come to actual fucking, and it was so damned hot. He wasn't sure--
--and then Blaine was coming, too, biting Kurt's shoulder to mute his groans.
When Blaine came down, he still had Kurt's cock in his hand, though it was now flaccid.
"So much for cleaning up," Kurt said weakly.
Blaine gave a squeeze with an arm around Kurt's middle and huffed out a laugh. "Just because we added to the mess doesn't mean we can't clean it up."
Kurt attempted but failed to see his no-longer-clean backside. "And, just who's going to clean that up?" he asked.
Blaine raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Who do you think?"
Both Kurt's eyebrows went up. "You?"
"That was the deal, wasn't it? I clean you, you clean me."
"I wasn't aware we'd made a deal."
"Well," Blaine said, reaching for the shower gel and Kurt at the same time, "it was a tacit deal."
Just as Blaine was about to start lathering Kurt up again, there was a knock at the door.
"Hey! Kurt! You two in there together?"
Kurt's and Blaine's foreheads fell against each other.
"I told you," Kurt said.
"And I said I didn't care."
"You will."
THE END
Title: Walk-ins Not Welcome
Fandom: Glee
Ship/Characters: Klaine, Burt Hummel
Rating: I'm going to say ADULTS ONLY, just to be safe.
Genre: Teen Romance
Prompt: N/A
Word Count: Approx. 3770
Spoilers/Warnings: SPOILERS: "Original Song," or the Regionals episode of Season 2. WARNINGS: Underage M/M kissing and non-penetrative sexual activities, adult language
Summary: Kurt's been given ground rules for the Hummel household. Sometimes, though, hormones push at the boundaries a bit.
Disclaimer: Not mine. The people who created, wrote, produced, and distributed the original characters and/or plots own everything this writing is based on. This is just me having fun. Besides, I'm broke and you won't get nuttin' from me if you sue.
Feedback: Concrit and stroking are welcome. Flames will get R2-D2's CO2 spray in the face.
Author's note: M/M warning is in place because of cross-posting to my journal and to other places where not all posts are slash. See distribution field for list of communities. ALL ACTIVITY IN THIS FIC IS CONSENSUAL. I know Axe Unleashed is a men's product that's made to attract women, but I used a little writer's license here; I came across a guy who was wearing that, and damn if I couldn't stay away from him! It was fricking embarrassing! He had to actually tell me I was freaking him out before I got myself under control. Before he left, I asked him what he was wearing, and that was what he told me: Axe Unleashed. Those commercials for Axe ain't lyin'!
Distribution: If I'm a member of your archive, community, forum, group, etc., you can have it. Anyone else, comment with an invite. angelswilliam Cross-posted to: blaine_kurt, finn_who, glee_tv, gleefics, gleeslash, slash_world, the_1st_time, and my friends-only fic/icon journal angelswilliam.
Kurt and Blaine lay on their stomachs on Kurt's bed, their shoes off so as not to get dirt on the comforter. They'd gotten their textbooks out of their respective bags and gotten them open. They'd gotten that far, at least.
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"So, what kind of homework do they give you at McKinley?" Blaine asked, his sock-covered foot caressing Kurt's.
"Mm." Kurt made an effort to sound casual. "Math."
"Really?" Blaine did the same, though he moved closer as if to peek at Kurt's book. "What kind of math?"
"Trigonometry."
"Ooooh, evil." Blaine patted Kurt's back. "I am so sorry."
Kurt finally turned to face him. "I know. I mean, what on earth is a Broadway sensation going to do with trigonometry? Spew it to impress people at dinner parties?"
Blaine chuckled, then moved his hand to play with the hair at Kurt's temple. "Maybe." He scooted a little closer so their bodies were almost touching front to front. "Maybe--" He leaned just his head in to nip at Kurt's earlobe-- "you should just forget about it for now."
Kurt inhaled sharply and grabbed for Blaine's shoulder. "Maybe I should." He closed the gap between their bodies, pulling Blaine's head in for a passionate kiss.
Soon, each had a knee entwined with the other's legs. Their hands were everywhere on each other's backs and heads, each trying to find a hold that would bring them close enough to satisfy whatever it was they wanted--needed--inside their hearts.
Eventually, one of Blaine's hands landed on Kurt's buttock. The immediate result was a grunt and thrust from Kurt, causing both boys to groan as their already hard penises moved roughly against each other.
Blaine flipped Kurt onto his back and kissed him hard, continuing the thrusting motion against him. They both were breathing hard, Blaine alternating between hard kisses on Kurt's mouth and neck. Every time Blaine left Kurt's mouth to latch onto his neck, Kurt let out a grunt then a cry, thrusting into Blaine even harder, causing Blaine to groan loudly.
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Burt had finished work on his project car for the day, and Leni told him to go on home. There was only a half hour left, anyway, and it would do Burt some good to have an early day every now and again. Burt only argued half-heartedly before he left, telling Leni to be sure to remember to turn off the air compressor before leaving.
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Burt put his mini-cooler on the kitchen counter and was about to empty it when he heard noises from upstairs. Decidedly sex-like noises. His brows knit together, he went to the stairway and started to climb.
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Blaine noticed that Kurt had stopped moving as much and breathing as hard, so he stopped and looked down at him. "Is this okay? Is it too much?"
Kurt shook his head. "No. It's fine."
Blaine pulled back, hoisting himself up on his hands. "Kurt," he said between breaths, "I can't help make this good for you if you don't talk to me. I want you to enjoy it just as much as me. Are you--Are you getting--"
Kurt turned his head to the side. "I don't know." He sounded absolutely miserable.
"You don't know?"
"I've never--" Kurt shrugged, pursing his lips, glancing up at Blaine, and then looking away again.
"You've never had an orgasm?"
Kurt only shook his head rapidly, squeezing his eyes shut.
Blaine's jaw dropped, but then he shook himself mentally. He had to be there for Kurt. This was obviously really embarrassing for him.
"I'm sorry, Kurt. I shouldn't have rushed you. I just--I just assumed you'd...masturbated before." Searching for the right thing to do or say, he looked down at his boyfriend whom he loved so very much, desperate to show him it was okay--he was okay.
Suddenly, something he'd seen/read on the web came to him.
"Can I open your pants? Just enough to touch you?" He asked.
Kurt's eyes were on his immediately. "Why?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Y--Yes...."
"Then, let me do this for you."
Kurt swallowed hard. "Okay...."
Favoring him with a smile that held all the love he felt, Blaine undid his own pants first, sliding them down his hips just a little, and took his cock out of the front of his underwear. Kurt watched his every movement, wide-eyed. Blaine then moved to do the same to Kurt, performing the tasks much more slowly, his eyes meeting Kurt's at each step in case he wanted to stop things. Kurt never made any sign of protest but merely followed Blaine's eyes, his mouth slightly open, his breathing coming in sweet tiny whimpers.
When both their penises were exposed, Blaine ran his fingers along Kurt's cheek before holding the same hand at Kurt's elbow level. "Give me your hand."
"Why?"
Blaine kissed him long and slow. "Trust me."
Kurt gave him his hand, and Blaine lifted himself a little to one side so he could fit their hands between their bodies. With the arm semi-trapped on the bed, he took hold of his own cock. With his other, he guided Kurt's to hold his.
Kurt gasped. "What--?"
Blaine leaned closer and, using the hand that held Kurt's, he wrapped both their hands tightly around both their cocks and squeezed upward.
"OHmygod." Kurt's eyes fluttered closed, and Blaine had to thank whoever would listen that Kurt had fallen forward instead of back with the ecstasy he felt.
"Good?"
"Mmmmm," was all Kurt could manage.
Smiling, Blaine leaned in to kiss Kurt. "Yeah. It's so good. Being with you like this." He began to move their hands, rocking their bodies in time with the rhythm, a nice slow rhythm to--Oh, fuck, it felt so good....
Kurt started moving his body faster. "More...." He whined.
Blaine kissed him hard. "More what?"
"Don't know. Just...more."
Kurt's eyes were squeezed shut, and Blaine smiled. Kurt was so new to this, so innocent--even more than he was himself--and it was a huge turn on. It shouldn't have been, he knew, but...it made him love Kurt even more, and for some reason that made things even hotter.
He flicked his thumb over the slit at the tip of Kurt's cock, and Kurt cried out, his hips jerking.
"Oh, you liked that," Blaine said with a smile.
"Yee-eah." Kurt was hyperventilating, now.
"Here," Blaine said, moving to show Kurt--
"--Oh, don't stop!"
Blaine smiled again. "Relax! Just, here." He moved Kurt's thumb over his own tip and hissed at the sensations. "Yeah, like that. That's what I did to you. Do it again." Kurt opened his eyes partway, looked down, and his eyes widened as if realizing what was happening for the first time. He slid his thumb over Blaine again, and Blaine's hips bucked. "Now, you know what to do."
They crashed together in a moaning kiss, and then there was nothing but pulling and thumbing of cocks. Blaine began to groan steadily, getting close, and he opened his eyes to make sure Kurt got there before him. Kurt started crying out, his hips thrusting hard but stuttered into their hands. Soon, Kurt's cum was shooting all over their hands, the comforter, and their shirts; Blaine's wasn't far behind.
Still recovering, they lay there kissing sweetly, Kurt with the most adorable smile Blaine had ever seen on his face, when the bedroom door popped open.
"Looks like a lot of studying's getting done in here."
Blaine immediately jumped away from Kurt to the opposite side of the bed. His eyes looked everywhere but the doorway, his face hot with embarrassment.
Kurt swatted at him, and when he had Blaine's attention, he gave a pointed look at Blaine's groin. Blaine looked down and was horrified at the sudden reminder that his cock was still hanging out of his pants, let alone the fact that he was covered with his and Kurt's cum. Kurt had thrown the side of the comforter over himself that had been hanging over the edge of the bed and motioned with his eyes for Blaine to do the same with his side.
"We were just--" Kurt began.
"Yeah, I can see what you were just," Burt interrupted. "I think I made myself pretty clear, Kurt, on what was and was not to happen in this house."
"Yes, Dad." Kurt didn't look at him.
"Now, I said it was okay for the two of you to study in your bedroom," Burt continued. "If you're going to abuse that, then you're going to have to take it downstairs. You understand me?"
"Yes, Dad."
"And, you."
Blaine looked at him for the first time...with great difficulty.
"My son's grades start to drop, you and I are going to have a talk."
"No, sir!" At Burt's raised eyebrow, Blaine clarified, "I don't want that to happen anymore than you do."
"Good. Then, we all understand each other." He scanned the room. "Looks like you boys have some cleaning up to do. And, Kurt?"
Kurt looked up at him.
"I know you're going to do what you're going to do. Just don't do it in my house, and don't put it before your schoolwork." He sighed. "That's all I ask. I was a teenager once, too." He turned to leave, then turned back around. "Oh, one more thing." He rapped his knuckles on the door. "This? Stays open." With that, he left.
Blaine grabbed a pillow and flopped it over his face. "Well, that was embarrassing," he said through the fluff and fabric.
Kurt pulled the pillow off him, and then threw it at him, a smile on his face. "He's my father! How would you like it if your father--"
"Whoa." Blaine put his hands up, palms facing Kurt. "Don't even go there."
Kurt immediately regretted his words. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking when I said that." He lay next to Blaine and placed his head on his shoulder. "We need to find a safe haven where neither father will walk in when we're...." He trailed off and began playing with the fabric of Blaine's shirt.
"When we're--" Blaine stopped Kurt's hand with his own and waited for Kurt's eyes to meet his before he smiled and continued-- "making love?"
Kurt blushed and smiled. "Making love. I never thought those two words would be used to describe anything I'd be doing in my lifetime."
Blaine kissed his forehead. "And, now?"
"I don't know," Kurt shrugged and averted his eyes, his cheeks coloring a darker shade of pink. The cutest shade Blaine had ever seen. "I mean, I don't know if I'm ready, yet."
Blaine rubbed noses with him. "Kurt. Sweetheart." When Kurt still refused eye contact, Blaine lifted his chin with a finger. "Look at me." Kurt's eyes came up to meet his. "Kurt, making love doesn't have to be about penetration." Kurt's eyes darted away again, his face and ears turning deep red. "Hey, look at me." Kurt did, but slowly. "Making love is sharing intimate touches with someone special to you...so, you and I--We just made love."
"We did?"
Blaine placed a slow sweet kiss on Kurt's lips. "We did." He gave the door a glance, then turned to grimace at Kurt. "Even if our afterglow was rudely interrupted."
They shared a giggle and bumped into each other playfully.
"We should get this mess cleaned up," Kurt said, then looked at Blaine. "Oh, my. Do you have a change of clothes?"
"Yeah. I always change out of my uniform before I get home." He leaned closer and grinned. "And, don't worry. I do my own laundry, so there won't be any questions."
Kurt pushed up from the bed, then. "Good. You can put your laundry skills to work and help me get this out of the duvet." He gestured to the rapidly drying crusty stain in the middle of his ruby-colored bedspread.
Blaine pouted. "You're no fun."
Kurt glared at him. "We've had our fun. Now, as they say, 'You lie in the bed, you make it.'"
Blaine chuckled. "Kurt, the saying is, 'You make the bed you lie in.'"
Kurt shrugged. "Close enough."
"All right, we'll see what we can do...but don't you think we should clean ourselves up first?" Blaine indicated Kurt's front. "You're not any better off than I am, and we got it all over our hands...and inside our underwear...and it's not like it didn't soak through our clothes."
Kurt noticed for the first time--and was shocked that it was the first time--that he felt unpleasantly sticky from his thighs all the way to his stomach. "....I see your point." Moving swiftly around his room, he began gathering slippers, clothing, and what looked like lotions. "Follow me."
Blaine was surprised when Kurt opened what he'd assumed had been a closet door and revealed a full bathroom, complete with separate shower and bathtub.
"Wowww." Blaine walked in, slack-jawed. "You hit the mother load."
Kurt nodded. "I got the bigger of the two guest bedrooms. Apparently, the previous owners liked to pamper their guests." He walked further into the bathroom and closed the door. "Shower or bath?"
"Huh?" Blaine was still taking in the enormous bathroom.
"Do you want the shower or the tub?"
Blaine woke the second time Kurt asked the question. "Don't you mean, what do we want?"
Kurt blinked. "Are you suggesting we bathe together?" He glanced at the door, then lowered his voice. "I'm taking enough of a chance closing the door!"
Blaine took a step closer. "We'll be quiet. He'll never suspect a thing."
"Blaine...the water pipes do run downstairs...." Kurt gave him a look. "Dad isn't stupid."
"He told us to clean up, didn't he? How's he going to know we're doing it at the same time?"
"By checking up on us." Kurt said, pursing his lips and tilting his head.
Blaine closed the space between them. "Tell you what," he said, weaving a hand through Kurt's hair while the other snuck under Kurt's sweater, "if he comes to check on us and sees what we're doing," he started a line of open-mouthed kisses from the hinge of Kurt's jaw to his collarbone, "I'll take the heat for it."
"Blaine...."
"Shhhh." Blaine kissed him gently on the lips, slipping his other hand under the sweater and pushing up. He pulled out of the kiss. "Lift your arms." Kurt did, and Blaine slid the sweater up and off Kurt's torso.
Next came the buttons on the crisp white uniform shirt. Well, not so crisp or white anymore, is it? Blaine thought with a grin.
"What's so funny?" Kurt asked, his voice tinged with a slight whine, his mouth slightly pouty.
OOPS. "I was just thinking how we tainted the crisp and clean uniform shirt," Blaine said.
Kurt's smile put a mischievous glint in his eye. "Shame on us."
"We're dirty boys. We need to be cleansed."
Kurt laughed. "You're incredibly silly."
"Is that so?" Blaine had slipped the Oxford over Kurt's shoulders and arms and onto the floor and now moved his hands to the hem of Kurt's T-shirt. Leaning forward to take Kurt's lips with his, he slid his hands up the inside of the T-shirt and experimentally pinched Kurt's nipples.
Kurt pulled out of the kiss with a long sharp inhale.
Blaine's eyebrows drew together. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"
"No!" Kurt shook his head emphatically. "Do it again!"
Blaine did, this time rolling them a little.
Kurt grabbed Blaine's shoulders. "Ohhhh, Blaine. Don't stop. Don't ever stop."
"God, you're so responsive, Kurt." Blaine attacked his neck again. "Everything I do to you makes you crazy, and that makes me crazy."
"I think we're going to get in trouble again...."
"Who cares?" Blaine pushed at the T-shirt. "Lift your arms again." If Kurt's arms hadn't been in an upward direction, Blaine's efforts would have torn the shirt.
He leaned forward and mashed their lips together, his hands going for Kurt's pants. Pulling out of the kiss, he breathed, "Thanks for not fastening these back up," before pushing them down his legs.
Kurt was naked. He was really naked...in front of Blaine.... He was really naked in front of Blaine and not feeling ashamed or scared. This was...a pleasant surprise, actually. A very pleasant surprise, if Blaine kept doing what he was doing.
Wait. I'm standing here naked while Blaine's fully clothed. Well, that's going to change.
Kurt stepped out of his pants and grabbed Blaine by the shirt. "Something's wrong with this picture, Mr. Anderson," he said.
"Oh?" Blaine raised an eyebrow. "And what is that, Mr. Hummel?"
"There's a severe imbalance of raiment," Kurt told him, sliding his hands down to grab at the hem of his T-shirt. "Up."
Enjoying Kurt's sudden dominant behavior, Blaine put his hands over his head without a word, his and Kurt's eyes completely focused on each other.
Once the shirt was off, Kurt looked down to see that Blaine's pants were still undone, as well. "How convenient," he said, and slid them down just as quickly as Blaine had his. When he stood, Blaine stepped out of them.
They were only able to eye each other for a few moments before hunger got the better of them and they fell into each other, all lips and hands.
"Shower," Blaine growled. "Now."
"Oh, so you've decided?"
"Quit playing," Blaine said, walking backward toward the shower stall, taking Kurt with him. "I'm done playing."
A part of Kurt's brain knew that words like that normally would scare him, but right now they only served to make him really, really hard. He followed Blaine willingly, and once inside the shower, they both fumbled for the door handle.
"Shhhh!" Kurt said. "We're making too much noise!"
"Fuck." Blaine reached out and, with sudden coordination and seeming clarity, he closed the door with no more than a small rattle of the glass inside the frame. Once it was closed, Blaine turned his attention back to Kurt. "Better?"
Kurt stared at him, mouth agape, and nodded.
"Good." Without another word, Blaine went for Kurt's neck again. Just when Kurt was convinced he'd be a puddle of ooze slipping through the drain, Blaine pulled back. "So, how do we turn the shower on? I want to run my hands all over your wet body."
Blaine had to catch Kurt as he nearly swooned.
"Whoa, there. You okay?"
"Yes," Kurt squeaked. "I'm fine. Just...the way you talk...the things you say...sometimes they catch me off guard a little."
Blaine turned him around and nuzzled at his nape, holding him in a warm bear hug. "I'm sorry. If this is too much for you at once--"
Kurt lay his head back on Blaine's shoulder. "It's not. Honestly, it's not." He reached back to pull Blaine's head forward and turned his own face to share a soft kiss with him. "Here. I'll turn it on. Back up a little."
Blaine backed them into the corner so the water wouldn't shock them when it came out cold, and Kurt reached to turn the handle until it was a little past the point between cold and hot.
"That will be plenty hot once the hot water gets up here, trust me."
Blaine nuzzled him. "I believe you."
Soon, they were standing under perfectly hot shots of water raining down on them. First, they just stood there, Blaine standing behind Kurt, twisting them slowly right and left in a sleepy motion under the cascade, letting the heat relax their muscles. Kurt leaned against Blaine, eyes closed, enjoying the closeness and the warmth emanating from Blaine's body. Everything felt so good, so right about this. He could stay like this forever.
Blaine's arms moved from Kurt's waist, and his hands began to caress Kurt's torso in long firm strokes that ended with the barest touch at his nipples. Kurt's breathing came faster, and he reached back to hook an arm around Blaine's neck to keep from slipping onto the floor.
"Blaine..." he whispered.
Blaine reached for a bottle of shower gel that sat on one of the built-in shelves. "Mm, Axe Unleashed," he said, "So, this is why I can't resist you." He flipped the cap open and squeezed some of the gel into his hand. "Oh, yeah. Smells just like you. I love it."
Leaving the bottle open, he returned it to the shelf, then lathered the gel in his hands a bit before putting them on Kurt's body--all over Kurt's body. Kurt mewled and writhed as Blaine held him tight and ran soapy hands slowly up and down his arms, in circles over his torso, lightly over his nipples, in a V down to his cock.
When Blaine reached Kurt's penis, Kurt had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. He'd been so hard for so long that just that single touch nearly made him come...and then when one of Blaine's hands slid lower and massaged his testicles while the other wrapped around and began to work him--Oh.
Blaine kissed Kurt from pulse point to shoulder and back again through his entire orgasm, all the while rubbing his own cock up against Kurt's ass crack. It was the closest they'd ever come to actual fucking, and it was so damned hot. He wasn't sure--
--and then Blaine was coming, too, biting Kurt's shoulder to mute his groans.
When Blaine came down, he still had Kurt's cock in his hand, though it was now flaccid.
"So much for cleaning up," Kurt said weakly.
Blaine gave a squeeze with an arm around Kurt's middle and huffed out a laugh. "Just because we added to the mess doesn't mean we can't clean it up."
Kurt attempted but failed to see his no-longer-clean backside. "And, just who's going to clean that up?" he asked.
Blaine raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Who do you think?"
Both Kurt's eyebrows went up. "You?"
"That was the deal, wasn't it? I clean you, you clean me."
"I wasn't aware we'd made a deal."
"Well," Blaine said, reaching for the shower gel and Kurt at the same time, "it was a tacit deal."
Just as Blaine was about to start lathering Kurt up again, there was a knock at the door.
"Hey! Kurt! You two in there together?"
Kurt's and Blaine's foreheads fell against each other.
"I told you," Kurt said.
"And I said I didn't care."
"You will."
THE END