Fic: Public Displays of Affection (PDA)
Title: Public Displays of Affection
Summary: Kurt doesn’t like public displays of affection.
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: N-17
Warnings: exhibitionism?
Spoilers: Some spoilers for season 4.
Word count: 2200
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters.
“Blaine… don’t…” Kurt reached up to brush Blaine’s fingers from his neck.
The light from the television flickered, lighting up Kurt’s profile in the dark room. Blaine lost focus of the movie they were watching to admire the glossiness of his warm brown hair, the way his nose was covered in very faint freckles and the soft curve of his lips. He scooted closer on the couch so that he could feel the warmth of Kurt pressed against his side. Kurt’s thighs looked firm and strong underneath the dark denim and Blaine couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to stroke a hand down to mid thigh and back again
It felt so nice under his palms it was almost hypnotising.
Back and forth… back and forth… back and forth.
“What are you doing?” Kurt whispered, sounding alarmed.
“Er… touching you?” Blaine stopped his stoking and rested his hand on Kurt’s knee.
“But, my dad.” Kurt glanced towards his father, whose eyes were fixated on the screen.
“Kurt, we’ve been dating for three months now. I’m sure he would be cool with it.”
Kurt didn’t look convinced. He squirmed next to him so Blaine’s hand fell from his knee.
Blaine sighed and put his hands in his lap. Kurt relaxed once more against his side and took a sip of tea from his mug that was sitting on the small table next to the lounge.
Blaine watched as he closed his lips around the side of the mug, his eyes dropping closed as he savoured its flavour and warmth.
Blaine gripped his hands together tightly in his lap.
No touching… No touching… No touching…
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“So this week, the theme is … 90’s pop!”
A series of groans and cheers erupted in the choir room.
Rachel’s voice cut through the noise, “Mr. Shue does it count if I sing the Mary J Blige version of the U2 hit “One”? Because the original was released in the 90’s…”
“Lord Tubbington worked out how to use the microwave so now I’m not allowed to buy popcorn,” Brittany said in her monotone voice. Santana frowned at her in confusion but continued to twirl her blonde ponytail with her fingers.
Kurt and Blaine sat at the back of the room and watched with resignation as Mr. Shuester tried to control the chaos in the room.
Kurt was wearing a bright blue long sleeved shirt and a tight grey vest. It was more conservative than his usual style which usually covered his lean frame with layers of material. Today, however, the vest was tailored to highlight his thin frame and accentuate the breadth of his square shoulders.
Kurt rolled his eyes and looked at Blaine. Blaine smiled and shrugged his shoulders, each communicating their thoughts without words.
McKinley was so different to Dalton. At Dalton there was no individual performance and no theme of the week. Instead the council provided three song choices and then the Warblers would take a vote for which one they would learn and choreograph for that week. It had structure, it had order, it had unity and class…
… but it didn’t have Kurt.
Blaine reached out to rub his thumb underneath the hairline on the back of Kurt’s neck. He was continually fascinated by the perfection of Kurt’s hair. It always looked so effortlessly flawless, with not a strand out of place. It took Blaine an hour in the bathroom and a quarter of a tub of hair gel every day to stop his curls sticking up like he had received an electric shock.
“Blaine… don’t…” Kurt reached up to brush Blaine’s fingers from his neck.
“But Santana is playing with Brittany’s hair…” Blaine looked at him with best puppy dog eyes.
“I know,” Kurt patted his arm apologetically. “I just feel weird with all the guys in the room.”
“Kurt they don’t care, no one is even looking at us.”
Kurt shrugged.
“What do you think about ‘Waterfalls’ by TLC? Ooh we should ask Mr. Shue if we could do a duet again. I know we did one last week but no one can deny how well our voices harmonise.”
Kurt’s eyes had that glazed look that they get when he talked about designer fashion, Wicked, Vogue, cheesecake… or after a particularly rushed and passionate make out session…
“Sure, I love TLC.” Blaine said, his voice slightly strangled.
You know the rule Blaine, no touching… No touching… No touching…
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Glitter and confetti rained down around them as students stopped to clap the victorious Glee Club through the halls of McKinley.
The group were initially shocked by the reaction - wasn’t this the school that threw ice cold slushies at their faces and chucked food at them after their lunch time performance?
When they realised that the other students’ congratulations were sincere, they began smiling and joining in the celebrations with their peers. Sam clapped Artie on the back. Finn dipped Rachel’s head back and kissed her thoroughly. Santana and Brittany were in their own world, kissing each other breathless and ignoring the increased level of cheers from the boys watching.
Blaine smiled at his new friends and then at Kurt. Kurt eyes twinkled as smiled back at him, joy lighting up his features in an infectious grin. Blaine reached out to tug the other boy in his arms. He was aching to feel Kurt’s lips against his own, adrenaline was running through his veins was making him feel giddy and stupidly in love.
Kurt allowed him to be pulled forward against Blaine’s body, but he avoided his lips and pulled him into a tight hug instead.
“Tonight,” Kurt said into his ear “we’ll have our own celebration I promise.”
They pulled apart and Mercedes grabbed Kurt to pull him into a hug of her own. Blaine laughed and cheered with the group, confetti sticking to their clothes and hair as they made their way to the choir room.
Tonight… I’ll get to touch Kurt tonight…
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Kurt and Blaine stood close together, feeling overwhelmed by the loud music and the sight of the pulsating bodies in the New York night club.
It hadn’t been easy living so far apart from one another. They fought, they cried, they spoke everyday and somehow they made it to the summer holidays. Blaine had flown to New York and they had spent the week together. Kurt had shown him the best places to eat, to shop, to go for walks and have picnics.
They had also spent some time with one of Rachel’s friends from NYADA. His name was Mitch and he was also gay. He invited them to go to a nightclub, and he got them in easily with fake ID’s because he was friends the bouncer.
One thing was for sure… this was no ‘Scandals’.
It was packed full with men, many wearing little to no clothing. Couples were grinding indecently on the dance floor and Blaine flushed as he noticed two men in a dark corner of the club, kissing passionately with their hands on each other’s crotches.
He felt so young, so naïve. Suddenly the two boys kissing shyly in their blazers and holding hands over coffee seemed laughable.
These men weren’t here for romance. They were here for sex. Blaine was terrified.
As they lined up for a drink at the bar he noticed a few men around them were eying Kurt up and down and others were watching Blaine predatorily. Kurt seemed to notice this too because he wrapped an arm around Blaine’s waist, and lifted his chin to give the men a cool glare.
“You two are just so cute!” Mitch yelled over the music.
“Huh?” Kurt frowned at Mitch.
Mitch pointed his finger between Kurt and Blaine. “You’re both so affectionate and protective of each other, it’s cute!”
Kurt and Blaine smiled at each other shyly but didn’t let go of their grip on each other’s waist. Blaine felt slightly panicked and claustrophobic by the hot press of other men behind them in the cue. He was relieved when they finally got their drinks and broke free from the crowd.
They sat on some stools and Blaine drank his drink with his left hand, his right remained clenched tightly in Kurt’s.
A few rounds of drinks later, Blaine felt his senses become just numb enough to soften the corners of the world around him and blur the harsh flashing lights of the club. The alcohol calmed his nerves and helped him to feel more comfortable and relaxed. Blaine subconsciously began bobbing his head to the music as he joined in Mitch and Kurt’s conversation.
Mitch noticed Blaine enjoying the music.
“Do you wanna go dance?” He said over noise.
Blaine looked at Kurt who shrugged his shoulders to gesture ‘why not?’
“Sure!”
Together they walked to the dance floor, the heavy base pounding loudly as they pushed their way into the centre of the moving crowd. Mitch started dancing, closing his eyes and moving his body to the music. Blaine and Kurt followed his lead, finding their own rhythm as they swayed their hips and shoulders to the beat.
It wasn’t long before Mitch was swept away to dance with another man, leaving Kurt and Blaine by themselves on the dance floor. Kurt smiled and wrapped his arms in a familiar gesture around Blaine’s shoulders. Blaine pressed his body against Kurt and closed his eyes as they ground their bodies to the rhythm of the music.
A few times men came to dance behind them but they were quickly driven away by their glares. They lost themselves in each other’s bodies as Blaine ran his hands down Kurt’s back, tracing down his shoulders, his hips and finally down to cup his ass.
“Blaine…” Kurt groaned, leaning back to stare at Blaine’s lips. Blaine felt Kurt rock his hips forward against his matching hardness, and he gasped and as his hips thrust forward reflexively.
Without warning, Kurt pulled back and Blaine whimpered at the shock of loss of sensation.
“Come on…” Kurt took Blaine’s hand lead him through the crowd to the bathroom.
Thankfully it was empty because as soon as they were inside Kurt pulled him into one of the stalls and slammed him against the door, sliding the bolt shut himself.
Kurt’s lips were on his, soft and warm. He tasted of strawberry cocktails and Blaine opened his mouth and slipped his tongue in to capture the sweet taste.
“You know why I don’t like public displays of affection?” Kurt asked when they broke apart. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were pink from dancing, but Blaine focused on Kurt’s lips, still wet with his spit.
“Why Kurt?” He wrapped his hands around Kurt’s waist and pulled him close enough for their hips to knock and Blaine’s hard cock to feel the answering bulge in Kurt’s trousers.
“Because if allow myself one touch…” he ran his fingers across Blaine’s eyebrows down to his cheek, “one kiss…:” Kurt nipped at Blaine’s bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth, “I won’t be able to stop.”
The loud sound of Blaine’s groan boomed in the tiny stall. He pulled Kurt forward to kiss him again, and Kurt crowded him in closely against the cool stall wall. His hands buried in Kurt’s hair, lips and tongue teasing his mouth until he moaned. Kurt fumbled with Blaine’s belt, cursing when he had to break the kiss to find the coordination to pop the button and lower his zip.
Kurt wrapped a fist around Blaine's hard cock and held Blaine's stare as he slid to the floor, Blaine’s hands still buried in his hair. He licked the glistening slit, and opened his mouth wide in invitation.
Blaine groaned as he slid into his mouth gradually. Kurt hummed with encouragement and Blaine pumped in a couple times, long and slow before giving over to the rhythm. Kurt relaxed his throat, letting Blaine sink in deeper to fuck his mouth.
The both froze when they heard the door to the loo swing open and the small room momentarily filled with pumping music of the club they had both forgotten about. Kurt’s eyes snapped to Blaine’s. Heart pounding, cock buried deep in Kurt’s mouth, Blaine pinched his lips together as he withdrew from Kurt’s mouth. He threw his head back in frustration as they waited for the person to leave the bathroom.
A moment later they heard the door open, once more flooding the room with noise and falling silent.
“Thank God,” Kurt rasped, grabbing Blaine’s hips and tilting forward to angle his head so that he could knock his cock straight to the back of his throat.
With a strangled cry that might have been Kurt, Blaine lost any control that he had came with a blinding instensity in Kurt’s throat.
Kurt swallowed all he could before choking and pulling back. He stood, wincing at the ache in his knees from the cold stone floor. His bottom lip was swollen and gorgeous and Blaine couldn't resist running his thumb across it, and kissing it, slow and sweet. “You're amazing,” he whispered.
As Blaine pushed Kurt onto the toilet seat to return the favour, he realised that Kurt seemed to have skipped a few steps between public displays of affection to exhibitionism.
Blaine spread Kurt’s thighs apart to kneel between them. Kurt’s chest heaved and his breath shuddered above him and Blaine licked from the base of his cock to the leaking tip.
“That’s okay with me,” he thought.