Kurt/Blaine Fic
Title: Free Period Distractions
Rating: N-17
Warning: Boys kissing, frotting, nakedness :-S
Summary: Kurt’s mouth brushed over the line of his neck. “I know it’s school policy to keep our hair neat and everything, but you seemed to have taken the phrase ‘more is less’ seriously today.”
Spoilers: after Never Been Kissed
Word count: 1600
Disclaimer: I, in no way own Glee or any of its characters (i wish)
"Your hair” said Kurt distractedly, “has made my hand all oily.”
It was kind of a random thing to say during a heavy make out session, and it shouldn’t have turned Blaine on even more, except it did. The sentence made Blaine think of Kurt, covered in oil, spreading oil over said body. God if that wasn’t a sexy sight he didn’t know what was.
Kurt’s mouth brushed over the line of his neck. “I know it’s school policy to keep our hair neat and everything, but you seemed to have taken the phrase ‘more is less’ seriously today.”
Blaine swallowed heavily, “I know. I need to get a hair cut. It gets impossible to keep it flat once the curls grow…”
“I know Blaine,” Kurt’s mouth slid back up his neck, achingly slow and gave his ear a small nip. “I know.”
Blaine felt himself let out a low, involuntary groan from deep in his throat and he pulled Kurt’s hips tightly against his own. Kurt responded automatically and they were kissing deeply again, their tongues fighting for dominance.
Finally receiving the level of kissing he wanted, Blaine moved his hand from Kurt’s hips and ran them smoothly down Kurt’s sides. When he reached the hem of Kurt’s shirt he couldn’t resist sliding his hands underneath and running his hands over the soft, heated skin that he felt inside. Kurt whimpered against his lips.
“Please,” Kurt gasped, “take it off.”
Blaine’s lust fogged brain didn’t register the instructions for a moment. Suddenly, an image sprung up in his mind of a shirt-less Kurt, and the task of removing the material was put at the front of his priorities. His chest heaved and his hands shook as he gently pulled the shirt over Kurt’s head. Kurt reciprocated the action and when Blaine's vision cleared he was presented with the sharp realisation that he was standing in front of the most beautiful creature he had seen in his life. Kurt’s cheeks were a bright pink and his pale, lithe, lightly muscled body shone in the soft light of his room.
They hadn’t gone this far last time. After their first furtive confessions of feelings after sectionals they had shared many kisses. They had made out fairly heavily in Kurt’s basement, but Kurt had been testy and panicked at the slightest noise of one of his family members coming down the stairs. It had left them both breathless and achingly frustrated.
Now, however, they had all the time in the world. They both had the afternoon off and Blaine’s roommate was visiting his parents so they had an empty room to themselves. There was a feeling tension and anticipation in the air, but for someone so inexperienced, Kurt’s hungry kisses made him forget any nervousness and left him feeling light-headed and aroused. Extremely aroused.
Blaine pulled Kurt’s body towards his again and the breathless kissing continued. Kurt’s shirtless chest rubbed against his own and Blaine felt his body somehow became even more excited as the element of body heat and friction was added to the equation. Blaine kissed Kurt’s delicate neck and planted kisses along his collar bone. He stared seriously at Kurt’s tight pink nipple before kissing that as well. He felt Kurt’s body shudder and arch into him as he kissed along his body and became lost in a word of dizzy disbelief and soft skin. Kurt was making soft animal like noises, and Kurt was… Kurt was…
Kurt was unbuckling his belt.
Blaine looked up at Kurt and swallowed as his shaking hands accidentally brushed his stomach.
"Can,” Kurt’s usually clear, bell-like voice came out as a low rough croak. He cleared his voice and avoided Blaine’s eyes, “Can I?”
“Kurt,” Blain righted his posture and slid his stubble roughened cheek against the younger boys. He panted against his face, “God yes, please Kurt.”
“Ok,” Kurt breathed out heavily and Blaine felt his fumbling hands sliding his belt out of his pants and gently undoing the buttons of his jeans and his fly. Blaine let out a gasp of surprise when Kurt slid down to his knees and easily slid Blaine’s jeans down around his hips and guided his feet out when it reached his ankles. Blaine closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. He had never been this turned on in his entire life. It was though he was standing on the edge of a cliff, feelings of vertigo rushing through him, so close to falling.
When Blaine had finally centred himself enough to dare to open his eyes, he looked down to see Kurt staring at his erection, which was straining against the front of his cotton boxers, with a look of awe. He seemed momentarily overwhelmed.
“I’ve never,” Kurt’s voice was hushed as his eyes continued to stare. His fingers reached out to touch, “I’ve never…um…seen, you know.”
That did it. Blaine hauled Kurt to his feet and pushed him backwards until he fell onto the bed glaring up at him with an indignant expression. His trademark perfect hair now stuck up in angles and his eyes widened as Blaine walked over the bed and crawled over him with a predatorial look in his eye. They were kissing again and it was hot, and wet, and amazing because this time they were kissing on a bed and gravity was assisting their body’s to press into each other in ways that weren’t possible when they were standing up. Kurt spread his legs so their pelvises slid together and it was heaven. They gently rocked together and Kurt threw his head back and made those animal noises but this time they were louder and much more needy.
“Wait,” Blaine gasped, “stop, Kurt.” Blaine wanted to punch himself. Why on earth was he asking to stop when he was about to get laid?
Blaine raised himself with shaking arms over Kurt’s body. Kurt thrashed underneath him pushing up his body to receive some kind of friction.
“God Kurt, wait. You still have your pants on.” Blaine grabbed his hand and held it tightly within his.
“Okay,” said Kurt shakily, nodding his head “Okay.” Blaine rolled to the side as Kurt undid his designer belt and shimmied his pants from his waist. However, instead of just pulling off his pants as he expected, Blaine watched in shock as Kurt continued the torturous strip tease and roughly tore off his designer briefs as well. He pushed the garments off the bed were they fell in a pile on the floor.
His body stilled for a moment as he calmed after his struggle. Blaine felt his throat constrict and his mouth go dry as he soaked in the sight of the boy before him.
“Blaine,” Kurt said quietly, “You’re staring.”
“Am I?” Blaine tore his eyes away from his crotch and looked at Kurt’s blushing face.
“You are.” It was amazing how the usually articulate boy had been reduced to two word sentences as a small shiver ran up his body.
“I’m going to touch you,” Kurt’s hips gave a slow writhe and his chest moved up and down as he let out small gasps.
“Do it Blaine. God do it.”
Blaine couldn’t hold out any longer. He reached over and gently ran his hand over Kurt’s erection. Kurt’s hips jerked, and with surprising strength he pulled Blaine on top of him. Kurt let out a sound like a sob as Blaine stroked him with a smooth measured pace. Kurt’s hands slid to the older boy’s hips and in one quick efficient move, tugged his cotton briefs down past his hips and helped as Blaine kicked the piece of material off to the foot of the bed.
Suddenly, it was skin on skin. Every intimate part of their body was rubbing together and Blaine’s body was a big, pulsing knot, with every nerve in his body thrumming. Their mouth were open and panting against each other and their sweaty bodies were twisted to the point where Blaine didn’t know where one ended and the other began.
“Fuck!” Kurt’s hands scrambled against Blaine’s shoulders, as Blaine reached between them and took them both in his hand. “Don’t stop…”
Blaine reached with his spare hand for Kurt’s and he held it tightly. “Kurt, look at me. God please look at me.”
Kurt gasped and he opened his eyes. He held Blaine’s gaze as they frotted against each other, emotions scaling higher with every move of their hips.
Blaine felt the familiar heat pool at the base of his stomach and he came, gasping and shuddering as he pulsed into the heat of his hand. Kurt pulled his head down and kissed him as he reached his climax too.
Blaine rested his head against Kurt’s as they both came down from their high. His body was tingling and he was still breathing hard as he basked in the aftermath of the most exhilarating experience of his life.
Gently, without detaching their link hands, Blaine gently rolled off Kurt and lay next to him on the bed, both staring at the roof with blank stunned expressions.
Finally, Kurt broke the silence with a horrified gasp.
“I can’t believe I just threw my pants onto the floor without folding them. Those were, like, three hundred dollars!”
Blaine turned his head to gape at him and then let out a small laugh. He turned his head and buried his face in Kurt’s neck.
“God I love you Kurt.”