Title: Desperate Endeavor - 1/?
Genre: Angst / AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: AU - Kurt calls an escort service and gets a little more than he bargained for in the boy they send. He may be falling for Blaine but he isn't going to let his life become a "Pretty Woman" type cliche.
AN: The title is from a song called "The Author" by The Academy Is...
Kurt Hummel could not believe himself. He called an escort service. He had really been left with no other choice in the matter. He was one of the most successful designers in New York, but he was also twenty-three and had never had a boyfriend. He had been intimate with other men, of course, but he had never had the time in his climb towards success to make a relationship.
When he was a teenager and just coming into his own he had lived in a place called Lima. Lima had been a nice town, but it was very old fashioned, your good old Midwestern town. He had known that he was never going to find love there and he didn’t even bother trying. After high school, he went off to college but his world was taken by storm by his career; the time that a young man usually spent experimenting sexually was instead spent on beginning to build a fashion empire.
It had always been been Kurt’s dream to become a multi-millionaire fashion designer but relationships did not go along with that success. He was lonely and desperate and not spending another night with only his right hand for company.
There was a knock at the door, light and tentative. He opened it up.
The boy that was sent to his hotel room was absolutely beautiful. He was shorter than Kurt with curls that he was just dying to get his fingers in and the deepest brown eyes. He was dressed simply yet elegantly and looked fantastic in a lavender button down shirt and dark slacks. He looked at Kurt and smiled shyly. His beautiful brown eyes just lit up as he spoke. “Mr. Hummel?” he asked. “My name is Blaine.”
All doubts that Kurt had about calling an escort service flew so far out of his head that he could no longer reach them.
“Kurt,” he said softly. “Please call me Kurt. You can come inside Blaine.”
The boy walked in and looked around the hotel room. He was definitely curious about the extravagant room that Kurt had rented for the night, but he looked at Kurt with even more curiosity. He was definitely interested in Kurt or at least very good at feigning interest for the sake of his job.
"You're a very well known designer," Blaine said, stating the obvious. "I'm a fan of your work, Kurt."
Kurt didn’t know if Blaine meant what he was saying and frankly he didn’t care. It was pretty obvious that Blaine was really good at creating illusions and making Kurt believe what he wanted, so Kurt acted flattered, even if just to keep up the illusion. “Thank you,” he said, feeling exhilarated by Blaine’s presence but suddenly shy all the same. He may not have been standing on a street corner but the boy was definitely a prostitute and Kurt had hired him for one thing and one thing only. “You’ll have to forgive me. I’ve never done this before.
Blaine smiled. “It’s alright Kurt,” he said tenderly. He approached Kurt and touched his cheek. “We can talk if you like or get straight to more interesting things.” His hand trailed down Kurt’s chest tentatively and his voice deepened on that statement. He slipped his hand into Kurt’s, which was hanging limply at his side. Kurt instinctively tightened his hold on the other man’s hand.
“I’m thinking straight to more interesting things,” Blaine said quickly. “Just tell me what you want.”
“I want to see you,” Kurt said and honestly, it felt like someone else was saying the words. He never really imagined that he would be capable of doing such a thing. Kurt was not a virgin but at the same time he was such a stranger to intimacy. He had also never been the dominant party in a love affair. “I want to see you without the clothes, please.”
Blaine tilted his head and smiled again, obliging Kurt’s request like he was made to do so. He unbuttoned his shirt with steady fingers, slipping the shirt open and revealing his firm, sculpted chest and stomach. Just watching Blaine take off his shirt was enough to get Kurt hard, to make him squirm. Hairy and masculine but at the same time not too buff, Blaine was just the type of boy that Kurt had always been attracted to.
Kurt moaned in spite of himself.
“I’m going to guess that’s a good reaction,” Blaine said sweetly. Kurt found that god, Blaine’s voice was attractive too, soft and melodic even when he was only speaking. “What do you want Kurt? Do you want to go all the way tonight or something else? Anything you want, it’s all about you right here and now.”
Kurt pressed his mouth to Blaine’s in a desperate attempt for some kissing. He just wanted to feel Blaine’s lips, his body. Blaine definitely seemed willing to oblige the sudden switch to actions rather than words and kissed Kurt. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, kissing him firmly but in ways he was still like a willing doll. He did not touch Kurt much or do anything that he was not explicitly instructed to do.
“On the bed,” Kurt rasped.
Kurt and Blaine crawled onto the large hotel bed and Kurt slipped off his blazer, followed by his shirt and tie. Blaine smiled, eyes wandering all over Kurt’s chest appreciatively. Kurt lunged at Blaine again, kissing him furiously, hands all over the smooth muscles of his stomach. Kurt knew that he could spend hours tracing Blaine’s abs but all he really wanted to do was fuck the boy into the mattress.
He had been desperate enough to call an escort service after all; all he wanted was a fuck, a very good fuck.
Kurt pressed Blaine back against the headboard and then straddled his hips, undoing his own zipper as he shifted around. He was so damned hard that he needed to get out of his own pants, but instead focused on getting Blaine’s lower half as naked as his upper. Blaine’s pants came off rather easily, followed by the red briefs that revealed his cock, long and hard.
While Kurt continuously wondered what part of Blaine was play-acting, his arousal wasn’t faked. Kurt touched it gently, just to feel it under his hand.
“Do you have lube and condoms and stuff?” Blaine asked in a surprisingly calm tone. “I have condoms in my pants’ pocket if you need…”
“I got it.”
Kurt had been prepared for this. He had known that he was going to bring some poor prostitute up to his room and fuck him. That was the plan.
He crawled off of Blaine and stripped off his own skintight pants, moaning at the release of that delicious tension. He grabbed the condoms and bottle of lube that he had stashed away in the bedside drawer when he arrived that morning.
He spread Blaine’s thighs and uncapped the lube. He penetrated the boy with one long finger, listening to the delicious broken moans that Blaine was making. Blaine had obviously perfected the moan, looking and sounding broken, wanton, whorish and needy but at the same time, beautiful. Kurt added another finger, stretching that tight hole as much as he could. He then added another, just wanting Blaine to be able to take it all in his small body.
“I don’t need much preparation, please,” Blaine gasped out. “I can take it. It’s all about you Kurt, you don’t have to be afraid of hurting me.”
Kurt slipped down his underwear as well.
Blaine eyed his erect member with a big stare. “Ah, I see why you went heavy on the prep,” he eased, eyes still sparkling.
Kurt finished and removed his fingers from Blaine’s tight heat. He knew how good the boy was going to feel when that tightness was around his dick instead. He breathed deep and pressed another kiss to Blaine’s lips, wrapping the boy’s strong legs around his waist. Blaine moved them higher, very strong, and groaned before desperately beginning to plead with him.
“Please Kurt,” Blaine said, sliding his fingers over Kurt’s shoulders. “I want you to take me.”
Kurt obliged, pressing up against Blaine so just the tip of his erect cock slid over the wet hole. Blaine shuddered and Kurt began to press it inside. He moved slowly, giving the boy plenty of time to adjust to it, though he was sure Blaine had taken a big one before. He slipped inside, inching slowly until he was pressed up as tight to the other boy as he can be. Blaine moaned pathetically and opened up his half lidded eyes.
“That feels good,” he said. “Please, you can move.”
Kurt was absolutely sure that the young prostitute had never really dealt with someone who cared about his wellbeing, though he did not understand that. How could he not care, at least slightly, about the young man writhing underneath him? He began to move, a slow rhythm that sped up quickly. He hoisted Blaine’s legs a little higher to be able to fuck into his body deeper.
Kurt lost control a little, his rhythm staggering as he moved in and out.
Kurt groaned, feeling as though he was so close to coming already. He held back as long as he could, not wanting to come off as a desperate teenage boy with problems who hasn’t had sex in years. He wanted to maintain his control.
He came fast anyway, unable to keep up the illusion of total control. His face reddened but his premature ejaculation issue did not erase the blissed-out look on Blaine’s face. Blaine groaned desperately, his erection brushing Kurt’s stomach as Kurt rode out his orgasm. Once Kurt managed to breath, he reached down and curled his fingers around Blaine’s leaking arousal, bringing him off slowly.
Blaine came with the cutest surprised expression on his face.
“You didn’t have to…”
“That’s okay.”
“That was amazing Kurt.”
Kurt nodded. It was pretty amazing. He looked to Blaine and smiled some, gently. “Let’s rest for awhile,” he said.
Even though Kurt had paid Blaine for much more than one brief passionate sexual encounter, he could not bring himself to do much else then holding onto Blaine for the rest of the night, coming down from the high of passion.