Fic: How Can Our Love Go Wrong If We Start the New Year Right
Title: How Can Our Love Go Wrong If We Start the New Year Right - Part two of four
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 13500 total
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Blaine, New Directions (especially Tina, Rachel and Santana), random Warblers
Spoilers: All aired episodes? Potentially.
Warnings: not this part
Summary: Kurt hosts a New Year's/Birthday costume party. There is party prep, party and it eventually devolves into filthy, drunken porn. As these things sometimes do.
~One: Wherein the boys are sober and there are costumes and plans~
“Okay, so I've decided that I want to have a costume party. I was originally thinking a traditional masquerade, but I think more of our friends could get behind the whole dress up scheme if they can pick a character instead of a mask. What do you think?”
It is a strange question to be asking, perhaps, as Kurt rolls off of Blaine's naked body, both of them still breathing heavily, sticky with sweat and come. “Is that what you were just thinking about?”
Kurt laughs breathlessly. “My mind changes direction very quickly.”
“Mine really doesn't.” Blaine curls into Kurt's side, pressing lips and tongue to the curve of his shoulder. “We should shower before Finn gets home from football practice.” He slides one hand up Kurt's naked thigh and around his hip.
“Blaine! Tell me what you think of my party idea!”
“Of course I think it's amazing, Kurt. And I may even have an idea for a costume.”
“Do tell.”
“Uh uh. It's a secret. At least for now.”
Kurt rolls his eyes. “Fine. Come on then.” He slaps Blaine lightly on the hip and rises to kneeling position. “I want to wash your hair.”
“This is the best day ever!” Blaine tumbles off the bed and jumps to his feet like he had done it entirely on purpose.
“You're such a dork.”
~*~
The entirety of New Directions are gathered in the choir room for a Last-Day-Before-Christmas-Holidays-Carol-Singalong when Kurt hands out the invitations. “I know I'm giving you less than two weeks to organize your costumes and I'm sorry. It took me a while to convince my dad to let me have a party. If anyone needs costume advice, please feel free to come to me.”
There is a buzz of excitement in the room and not even one complaint is uttered about the mandatory costumes. And why would they complain? It's a New Year's Eve party. It's a New Year's Eve party with alcohol.
Tina gets up from her seat to give Kurt an enthusiastic hug, telling him that it's the best idea ever and Oh my God, what is she going to wear? He promises to help with her costume as well as some last minute shopping the next day and Blaine nods with him - they had already planned on going to the mall for party supplies.
Rachel jumps into the conversation and invites herself along, practically knocking Blaine out of the way so she can cuddle up next to Kurt. Blaine knows how relieved she's been ever since they patched things up, but sometimes it bothers him when she does things like that. When Kurt and I are living together in New York... When Kurt and I get into NYADA... He remembers Kurt telling him about their tearful breakdown and promises to each other after the NYADA mixer in the fall. You make me want to be your boyfriend. He tells himself to stop being so ridiculous and smile at Rachel because she's beginning to notice the look on his face and she will have no problem bringing it up very bluntly and any moment now.
~*~
Somehow between party stores and fabric shops and Macy's to buy Tina's mother a scarf, they end up at Victoria's Secret helping the girls pick out underwear. Well, Kurt is helping the girls pick out underwear while Blaine fidgets and holds all of the shopping bags.
“With a costume that sexy, I need to be sure that what Finn finds underneath at the end of the evening is just as titillating.” Kurt cringes both when Rachel says the words “Finn” and “titillating” and Blaine tries to hide his grin against his own shoulder as his hands are full to bursting.
“Go with the black lace, Rachel. They're timeless.” Kurt snatches the pair of pink frilly monstrosities out of her hands and tosses them on the table. “Have I ever steered you wrong?”
Rachel gives Kurt an angry glare and two pink spots blaze into existence, one on each of his cheekbones. “Well, besides the Sad Clown Hooker makeover. But we're friends now!”
“Fine. I'm going to need everyone's honest opinion.”
“Me, too!” Tina says, holding up her own delicates that Kurt has chosen - a white bustier and silk panties to match her Roman Goddess costume that is in one of the many bags. Blaine is about to chime in and agree with Kurt that their choices are both lovely when his three companions begin walking towards the back of the store.
He catches Kurt by the elbow. “You're going with them to the change rooms?”
Kurt shrugs. “Of course.”
“While they try on underwear.”
“It's nothing I haven't seen before. Wait, are you upset about this?”
Blaine lowers his eyes, embarrassed by the incredulous tone of Kurt's voice. He knows he shouldn't be, but he kind of is.
“I love them to bits, but Blaine, they're girls. Believe me, honey, there is no way that the experience is going to be titillating in the least.”
“I know. I'm being stupid.”
“No you aren't,” Kurt reassures. “If it bothers you, I won't. They can tell each other yay or nay.”
“It's okay. Go.” He motions Kurt forward. “I'll wait outside like your faithful pack mule.”
Kurt laughs and it's music to Blaine's ears. “You come in, too. They want your opinion.”
“Now that I am uncomfortable with. Go on without me, please.”
Kurt laughs again at Blaine's red face and ducks into the fitting rooms. Their voices drift out from under the door and Blaine leans in to listen. He hears Rachel deride Kurt for taking so long and Tina telling him it's fine.
“You see, they're perfect, Rachel,” Kurt is saying. “Perfect cleavage, your butt looks great. And Tina, you look like a Goddess. Tell Mike he's welcome from me.”
Tina laughs sweetly and says she'll be sure to. “Where's Blaine?” Rachel asks. “I want his opinion of my cleavage, too.”
“Blaine was a little uncomfortable with the idea of seeing the two of you in your skivvies and is waiting outside.”
“He's probably just worried he'll be confused again --” Rachel begins, only to be cut off by Kurt's slightly angry voice and Blaine could kiss him for stopping her before she could complete her thought.
“No, I'm pretty sure he just doesn't want to see your cleavage, Rachel.”
“And you do?”
“Fashion is fashion. Even underthings are important. Now get dressed, ladies. We still have much to do.”
As they're walking by Calvin Klein Blaine makes a joke about Kurt needing to stop in for his perfect under-costume briefs and Kurt chuckles. Blaine knows that Kurt is aware that he is searching for a small hint, trying to sniff out his costume, but Kurt isn't about to let anything slip.
“Oh, there's no way I'm going to be able to wear anything under my costume at all. I will be au naturel that evening.” Kurt smirks as Blaine stutters over his reply, dropping a bag of tea lights in the middle of the hallway. Kurt bends over and retrieves it for him before sauntering forward to catch up with Rachel and Tina, his hips swaying from side to side. Blaine swallows thickly and follows after them. It's going to be a long day.
Blaine is sitting in the food court waiting for life-sustaining caffeine when a group of Warblers spot him. “Hey, guys!” he greets them with a smile. “What are you all doing here?”
“Looking for costumes for Kurt's party,” Jeff says. “I think I'm decided on a Spartan warrior. What do you think?”
Blaine takes in his lanky frame and laughs. “I'm sure we can all suspend disbelief for one evening.”
“Hey!” Jeff protests as the other boys begin to loudly quote lines from 300.
Sebastian leans down next to Blaine and nudges one of the lingerie bags with his foot. “Victoria's Secret, huh? Kinky.”
He and Kurt had talked about whether or not to single out the Warblers Kurt is closest to and invite only them, but Blaine was worried about hurting anyone's feelings. And once they started a list Nick and Jeff and Thad and Trent and Richard and... soon it was pretty evident that the only Warbler they wanted to leave out was Sebastian. They decided that it would be petty to invite the rest and not him; they're sure that with so many people Sebastian will be easy enough to ignore for one evening and will simply blend into the background along with everything else that doesn't matter. Blaine sort of regrets that decision as Sebastian takes the seat next to him, all the while giving him that predatory look that makes Blaine want to jump in the shower and scrub off several layers of skin.
Blaine rolls his eyes and shifts his chair away from Sebastian. “I'm playing the part of pack mule today,” he explains and motions towards Kurt and the girls, laughing as they add sweetener to their coffees and begin making their way over to the table.
“I'm sure you do it admirably,” Sebastian says with a wink. Blaine tries to smile but only manages a sort of grimace. He knows Kurt is going to turn icy the moment he spots Sebastian and he hates it. He hates that Kurt has this persona he uses to hide his feelings, hates the reasons he's had to fabricate it in the first place.
Kurt sets Blaine's coffee down in front of him and drops a quick peck on the top of his head. “Extra cinnamon,” he says sweetly, and proceeds to introduce Tina and Rachel to the assembled Warblers.
He is certain that Kurt has told the girls all about Sebastian when he catches the look that passes between them after he shakes each of their hands wearing a cocky smile. He both does and does not want to know what Kurt has said to them. He sincerely hopes that he left out the bit about the gay bar.
~*~
At first all Blaine can see is gauze and branches and unnaturally green eyes. It's Kurt, he realizes. Kurt is staring down at him through pale green contacts that should be unsettling but are somehow sensual. His face has a milky green quality to it as well, all of his exposed skin is dusted to look this way. He is wearing light green leggings and a zinging tight sleeveless top all made of some sort of gauzy fabric. There are branches curled every which way over his body and painted on his bare skin. Even his feet are bare and dusted with the same beautiful luminescence. Blaine's eyes drift back up Kurt's toned body to his gorgeous face and glitter filled hair where there rests a horned crown ringed with ivy.
“What are you?” Blaine asks. He sounds breathless. Awed. “Besides ridiculously beautiful.”
Kurt leans in and kisses him lightly on the nose. “I'm Cernunnos. The Green Man. The Horned One. God of the Forest, basically.”
“Wow.”
Kurt laughs and throws back his crowned head. “And who are you, my dear?”
“Oh.” Blaine reaches into his pocket for his glasses and places them on the bridge of his nose. “I'm Clark Kent,” he says. He pops open the first few buttons of his shirt to expose the Superman symbol beneath.
“Superman, huh? I can see that.” He gives Blaine a cheeky little wink and turns away. “Come on. I need some help in the kitchen. Finn is gone to Puck's to pick up the beer and I need someone to taste test the punch.”
Blaine stands frozen in the entryway, unable to follow. It's just... Kurt's ass. It's just there, is all. There in all its spectacular glory. The only thing covering it is a pair of very thin, filmy tights and God, there is absolutely no way that he is wearing underwear. He hadn't been kidding about the au naturel. Some of the branches bend and twist around his waist and hips, coming around to gather in front, strategically placed to cover his crotch, but his ass is all but exposed. How is Blaine ever going to manage to get through the evening when Kurt is walking around looking like that?
“Blaine, aren't you coming?” Kurt gives him an odd look, his eyes unreadable behind those strange, alluring lenses.
In my pants, Blaine nearly answers, but nods instead and follows Kurt to the kitchen.
~*~
“God, Kurt. I seriously don't think I can make it through the night.” Blaine is watching as Kurt bends down to slide a Tupperware container full of beads and jewels and glitter under his bed. “I know I'm not going to make it though the night,” he amends. “You're just so...” The only descriptor he can manage is a choked off sort of whimper.
Kurt glances back over his shoulder and quirks a naughty eyebrow at him and God, those freaky contacts are hot and that is not helping. “What do you want to do?” he asks.
Blaine makes grabby hands at Kurt's ass and Kurt turns to face him. “No way. Do you know how long it took me to get ready? I do not have time to do it all again.”
“Well can you at least take off those branches so I can get at your dick? Because I really need to blow you right now.”
“And how is that going to help you?”
“I'm not really worrying about that at the moment.” Kurt is unwinding the branches and placing them carefully on his desk and Jesus, those tights leave nothing to the imagination. At all. “I'll just jerk off while I'm... yeah.” Blaine licks his lips and drops to his knees in front of Kurt. He runs his hands slowly up Kurt's muscular thighs and around to squeeze his ass. In between the shirt and tights there is a sliver of skin exposed which Blaine runs his thumb over, following it with his mouth. He can feel Kurt's stomach muscles tighten under his lips as Kurt sucks in a breath. Blaine slides his fingers under the waistband of the tights and tugs a little, his tongue darting out to swirl under the clinging fabric. He pulls back upon hearing Kurt call his name, only just noticing that the skin of Kurt's abdomen is green as well.
“Blaine,” Kurt says again, his voice low and husky.
Blaine looks up from his study of Kurt's stomach and slides the the shirt up farther and wow, Kurt's entire torso is milky green and shimmering. “Sorry,” he says. “Bit distracted.”
“Clearly,” Kurt says with a gravelly laugh. “It's air-brushed on. It was easier to just put it everywhere.” Blaine bugs out his eyes and reaches immediately for the waistband of the tights. “Well, nearly everywhere,” Kurt corrects himself. “I was wearing briefs when I painted myself.”
Blaine groans and dives down to nuzzle against the bulge in Kurt's tights. “Blaine!” Kurt gasps. “Wait. It's just... umm... you can't... You'll make a mess of our costumes if you... We can both...”
“Blow each other?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. But I need to go first. I need you now.”
“Well, I thought that maybe we could... at the same time. We never have before.”
“Oh my God.” Blaine is so eager to climb up off his knees that he stumbles a bit. “I love you,” he says and Kurt laughs as he is nudged towards the bed.
They're lying facing each other at first, kissing deep and slow. Kurt's lips are green like the rest of him and it's strange to see his tongue dart out of his mouth, pink and warm against the pale coldness of the paint. Blaine wonders whether Kurt's paint is transferring onto his face but as Kurt tilts his head and presses his tongue, wet and insistent, against Blaine's own, he finds that he doesn't care. Blaine slides his hand into Kurt's tights and grasps his cock, Kurt moaning brokenly into his mouth.
“We need to --” Kurt flips himself around so his head is near Blaine's hips and begins to pull at his belt. “Stupid Finn will be back soon.”
Blaine wastes no time pulling Kurt's tights down over his pert ass and pressing his mouth, open and wet, on Kurt's cock.
“Jesus, Blaine!” Kurt gasps. “Give me a minute. You're wearing more clothes than I am.”
“That's a first.”
“Guess we can cross that off of our list, too. And also--” He pushes Blaine's pants and underwear away at last and sinks his mouth down over Blaine's cock.
Blaine moans around Kurt, the pleasure increasing the excitement and power he always feels with Kurt in his mouth.
Kurt's hands are gripping Blaine's ass and he's taking him in deep and Blaine is finding it so, so difficult to concentrate on sucking and sliding his mouth up and down Kurt's shaft when, oh God, Kurt just hummed around his cock and Blaine is pretty sure that's the back of his throat that he can feel right there.
He sucks harder around Kurt, taking him deeper as Kurt does the same and it is so perfect, this give and take, and Blaine kind of loves it.
It isn't long before they're both coming, swallowing around each other and gasping and Kurt is laughing breathlessly because Finn is calling him from downstairs. “We should probably brush our teeth,” he says, zipping Blaine back into his pants. Blaine agrees, though he really kind of wants to protest. He runs his tongue around the inside of his mouth and finds that he quite likes the taste of Kurt and wonders if Kurt would think that that is weird.
Next
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 13500 total
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Blaine, New Directions (especially Tina, Rachel and Santana), random Warblers
Spoilers: All aired episodes? Potentially.
Warnings: not this part
Summary: Kurt hosts a New Year's/Birthday costume party. There is party prep, party and it eventually devolves into filthy, drunken porn. As these things sometimes do.
~One: Wherein the boys are sober and there are costumes and plans~
“Okay, so I've decided that I want to have a costume party. I was originally thinking a traditional masquerade, but I think more of our friends could get behind the whole dress up scheme if they can pick a character instead of a mask. What do you think?”
It is a strange question to be asking, perhaps, as Kurt rolls off of Blaine's naked body, both of them still breathing heavily, sticky with sweat and come. “Is that what you were just thinking about?”
Kurt laughs breathlessly. “My mind changes direction very quickly.”
“Mine really doesn't.” Blaine curls into Kurt's side, pressing lips and tongue to the curve of his shoulder. “We should shower before Finn gets home from football practice.” He slides one hand up Kurt's naked thigh and around his hip.
“Blaine! Tell me what you think of my party idea!”
“Of course I think it's amazing, Kurt. And I may even have an idea for a costume.”
“Do tell.”
“Uh uh. It's a secret. At least for now.”
Kurt rolls his eyes. “Fine. Come on then.” He slaps Blaine lightly on the hip and rises to kneeling position. “I want to wash your hair.”
“This is the best day ever!” Blaine tumbles off the bed and jumps to his feet like he had done it entirely on purpose.
“You're such a dork.”
~*~
The entirety of New Directions are gathered in the choir room for a Last-Day-Before-Christmas-Holidays-Carol-Singalong when Kurt hands out the invitations. “I know I'm giving you less than two weeks to organize your costumes and I'm sorry. It took me a while to convince my dad to let me have a party. If anyone needs costume advice, please feel free to come to me.”
There is a buzz of excitement in the room and not even one complaint is uttered about the mandatory costumes. And why would they complain? It's a New Year's Eve party. It's a New Year's Eve party with alcohol.
Tina gets up from her seat to give Kurt an enthusiastic hug, telling him that it's the best idea ever and Oh my God, what is she going to wear? He promises to help with her costume as well as some last minute shopping the next day and Blaine nods with him - they had already planned on going to the mall for party supplies.
Rachel jumps into the conversation and invites herself along, practically knocking Blaine out of the way so she can cuddle up next to Kurt. Blaine knows how relieved she's been ever since they patched things up, but sometimes it bothers him when she does things like that. When Kurt and I are living together in New York... When Kurt and I get into NYADA... He remembers Kurt telling him about their tearful breakdown and promises to each other after the NYADA mixer in the fall. You make me want to be your boyfriend. He tells himself to stop being so ridiculous and smile at Rachel because she's beginning to notice the look on his face and she will have no problem bringing it up very bluntly and any moment now.
~*~
Somehow between party stores and fabric shops and Macy's to buy Tina's mother a scarf, they end up at Victoria's Secret helping the girls pick out underwear. Well, Kurt is helping the girls pick out underwear while Blaine fidgets and holds all of the shopping bags.
“With a costume that sexy, I need to be sure that what Finn finds underneath at the end of the evening is just as titillating.” Kurt cringes both when Rachel says the words “Finn” and “titillating” and Blaine tries to hide his grin against his own shoulder as his hands are full to bursting.
“Go with the black lace, Rachel. They're timeless.” Kurt snatches the pair of pink frilly monstrosities out of her hands and tosses them on the table. “Have I ever steered you wrong?”
Rachel gives Kurt an angry glare and two pink spots blaze into existence, one on each of his cheekbones. “Well, besides the Sad Clown Hooker makeover. But we're friends now!”
“Fine. I'm going to need everyone's honest opinion.”
“Me, too!” Tina says, holding up her own delicates that Kurt has chosen - a white bustier and silk panties to match her Roman Goddess costume that is in one of the many bags. Blaine is about to chime in and agree with Kurt that their choices are both lovely when his three companions begin walking towards the back of the store.
He catches Kurt by the elbow. “You're going with them to the change rooms?”
Kurt shrugs. “Of course.”
“While they try on underwear.”
“It's nothing I haven't seen before. Wait, are you upset about this?”
Blaine lowers his eyes, embarrassed by the incredulous tone of Kurt's voice. He knows he shouldn't be, but he kind of is.
“I love them to bits, but Blaine, they're girls. Believe me, honey, there is no way that the experience is going to be titillating in the least.”
“I know. I'm being stupid.”
“No you aren't,” Kurt reassures. “If it bothers you, I won't. They can tell each other yay or nay.”
“It's okay. Go.” He motions Kurt forward. “I'll wait outside like your faithful pack mule.”
Kurt laughs and it's music to Blaine's ears. “You come in, too. They want your opinion.”
“Now that I am uncomfortable with. Go on without me, please.”
Kurt laughs again at Blaine's red face and ducks into the fitting rooms. Their voices drift out from under the door and Blaine leans in to listen. He hears Rachel deride Kurt for taking so long and Tina telling him it's fine.
“You see, they're perfect, Rachel,” Kurt is saying. “Perfect cleavage, your butt looks great. And Tina, you look like a Goddess. Tell Mike he's welcome from me.”
Tina laughs sweetly and says she'll be sure to. “Where's Blaine?” Rachel asks. “I want his opinion of my cleavage, too.”
“Blaine was a little uncomfortable with the idea of seeing the two of you in your skivvies and is waiting outside.”
“He's probably just worried he'll be confused again --” Rachel begins, only to be cut off by Kurt's slightly angry voice and Blaine could kiss him for stopping her before she could complete her thought.
“No, I'm pretty sure he just doesn't want to see your cleavage, Rachel.”
“And you do?”
“Fashion is fashion. Even underthings are important. Now get dressed, ladies. We still have much to do.”
As they're walking by Calvin Klein Blaine makes a joke about Kurt needing to stop in for his perfect under-costume briefs and Kurt chuckles. Blaine knows that Kurt is aware that he is searching for a small hint, trying to sniff out his costume, but Kurt isn't about to let anything slip.
“Oh, there's no way I'm going to be able to wear anything under my costume at all. I will be au naturel that evening.” Kurt smirks as Blaine stutters over his reply, dropping a bag of tea lights in the middle of the hallway. Kurt bends over and retrieves it for him before sauntering forward to catch up with Rachel and Tina, his hips swaying from side to side. Blaine swallows thickly and follows after them. It's going to be a long day.
Blaine is sitting in the food court waiting for life-sustaining caffeine when a group of Warblers spot him. “Hey, guys!” he greets them with a smile. “What are you all doing here?”
“Looking for costumes for Kurt's party,” Jeff says. “I think I'm decided on a Spartan warrior. What do you think?”
Blaine takes in his lanky frame and laughs. “I'm sure we can all suspend disbelief for one evening.”
“Hey!” Jeff protests as the other boys begin to loudly quote lines from 300.
Sebastian leans down next to Blaine and nudges one of the lingerie bags with his foot. “Victoria's Secret, huh? Kinky.”
He and Kurt had talked about whether or not to single out the Warblers Kurt is closest to and invite only them, but Blaine was worried about hurting anyone's feelings. And once they started a list Nick and Jeff and Thad and Trent and Richard and... soon it was pretty evident that the only Warbler they wanted to leave out was Sebastian. They decided that it would be petty to invite the rest and not him; they're sure that with so many people Sebastian will be easy enough to ignore for one evening and will simply blend into the background along with everything else that doesn't matter. Blaine sort of regrets that decision as Sebastian takes the seat next to him, all the while giving him that predatory look that makes Blaine want to jump in the shower and scrub off several layers of skin.
Blaine rolls his eyes and shifts his chair away from Sebastian. “I'm playing the part of pack mule today,” he explains and motions towards Kurt and the girls, laughing as they add sweetener to their coffees and begin making their way over to the table.
“I'm sure you do it admirably,” Sebastian says with a wink. Blaine tries to smile but only manages a sort of grimace. He knows Kurt is going to turn icy the moment he spots Sebastian and he hates it. He hates that Kurt has this persona he uses to hide his feelings, hates the reasons he's had to fabricate it in the first place.
Kurt sets Blaine's coffee down in front of him and drops a quick peck on the top of his head. “Extra cinnamon,” he says sweetly, and proceeds to introduce Tina and Rachel to the assembled Warblers.
He is certain that Kurt has told the girls all about Sebastian when he catches the look that passes between them after he shakes each of their hands wearing a cocky smile. He both does and does not want to know what Kurt has said to them. He sincerely hopes that he left out the bit about the gay bar.
~*~
At first all Blaine can see is gauze and branches and unnaturally green eyes. It's Kurt, he realizes. Kurt is staring down at him through pale green contacts that should be unsettling but are somehow sensual. His face has a milky green quality to it as well, all of his exposed skin is dusted to look this way. He is wearing light green leggings and a zinging tight sleeveless top all made of some sort of gauzy fabric. There are branches curled every which way over his body and painted on his bare skin. Even his feet are bare and dusted with the same beautiful luminescence. Blaine's eyes drift back up Kurt's toned body to his gorgeous face and glitter filled hair where there rests a horned crown ringed with ivy.
“What are you?” Blaine asks. He sounds breathless. Awed. “Besides ridiculously beautiful.”
Kurt leans in and kisses him lightly on the nose. “I'm Cernunnos. The Green Man. The Horned One. God of the Forest, basically.”
“Wow.”
Kurt laughs and throws back his crowned head. “And who are you, my dear?”
“Oh.” Blaine reaches into his pocket for his glasses and places them on the bridge of his nose. “I'm Clark Kent,” he says. He pops open the first few buttons of his shirt to expose the Superman symbol beneath.
“Superman, huh? I can see that.” He gives Blaine a cheeky little wink and turns away. “Come on. I need some help in the kitchen. Finn is gone to Puck's to pick up the beer and I need someone to taste test the punch.”
Blaine stands frozen in the entryway, unable to follow. It's just... Kurt's ass. It's just there, is all. There in all its spectacular glory. The only thing covering it is a pair of very thin, filmy tights and God, there is absolutely no way that he is wearing underwear. He hadn't been kidding about the au naturel. Some of the branches bend and twist around his waist and hips, coming around to gather in front, strategically placed to cover his crotch, but his ass is all but exposed. How is Blaine ever going to manage to get through the evening when Kurt is walking around looking like that?
“Blaine, aren't you coming?” Kurt gives him an odd look, his eyes unreadable behind those strange, alluring lenses.
In my pants, Blaine nearly answers, but nods instead and follows Kurt to the kitchen.
~*~
“God, Kurt. I seriously don't think I can make it through the night.” Blaine is watching as Kurt bends down to slide a Tupperware container full of beads and jewels and glitter under his bed. “I know I'm not going to make it though the night,” he amends. “You're just so...” The only descriptor he can manage is a choked off sort of whimper.
Kurt glances back over his shoulder and quirks a naughty eyebrow at him and God, those freaky contacts are hot and that is not helping. “What do you want to do?” he asks.
Blaine makes grabby hands at Kurt's ass and Kurt turns to face him. “No way. Do you know how long it took me to get ready? I do not have time to do it all again.”
“Well can you at least take off those branches so I can get at your dick? Because I really need to blow you right now.”
“And how is that going to help you?”
“I'm not really worrying about that at the moment.” Kurt is unwinding the branches and placing them carefully on his desk and Jesus, those tights leave nothing to the imagination. At all. “I'll just jerk off while I'm... yeah.” Blaine licks his lips and drops to his knees in front of Kurt. He runs his hands slowly up Kurt's muscular thighs and around to squeeze his ass. In between the shirt and tights there is a sliver of skin exposed which Blaine runs his thumb over, following it with his mouth. He can feel Kurt's stomach muscles tighten under his lips as Kurt sucks in a breath. Blaine slides his fingers under the waistband of the tights and tugs a little, his tongue darting out to swirl under the clinging fabric. He pulls back upon hearing Kurt call his name, only just noticing that the skin of Kurt's abdomen is green as well.
“Blaine,” Kurt says again, his voice low and husky.
Blaine looks up from his study of Kurt's stomach and slides the the shirt up farther and wow, Kurt's entire torso is milky green and shimmering. “Sorry,” he says. “Bit distracted.”
“Clearly,” Kurt says with a gravelly laugh. “It's air-brushed on. It was easier to just put it everywhere.” Blaine bugs out his eyes and reaches immediately for the waistband of the tights. “Well, nearly everywhere,” Kurt corrects himself. “I was wearing briefs when I painted myself.”
Blaine groans and dives down to nuzzle against the bulge in Kurt's tights. “Blaine!” Kurt gasps. “Wait. It's just... umm... you can't... You'll make a mess of our costumes if you... We can both...”
“Blow each other?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. But I need to go first. I need you now.”
“Well, I thought that maybe we could... at the same time. We never have before.”
“Oh my God.” Blaine is so eager to climb up off his knees that he stumbles a bit. “I love you,” he says and Kurt laughs as he is nudged towards the bed.
They're lying facing each other at first, kissing deep and slow. Kurt's lips are green like the rest of him and it's strange to see his tongue dart out of his mouth, pink and warm against the pale coldness of the paint. Blaine wonders whether Kurt's paint is transferring onto his face but as Kurt tilts his head and presses his tongue, wet and insistent, against Blaine's own, he finds that he doesn't care. Blaine slides his hand into Kurt's tights and grasps his cock, Kurt moaning brokenly into his mouth.
“We need to --” Kurt flips himself around so his head is near Blaine's hips and begins to pull at his belt. “Stupid Finn will be back soon.”
Blaine wastes no time pulling Kurt's tights down over his pert ass and pressing his mouth, open and wet, on Kurt's cock.
“Jesus, Blaine!” Kurt gasps. “Give me a minute. You're wearing more clothes than I am.”
“That's a first.”
“Guess we can cross that off of our list, too. And also--” He pushes Blaine's pants and underwear away at last and sinks his mouth down over Blaine's cock.
Blaine moans around Kurt, the pleasure increasing the excitement and power he always feels with Kurt in his mouth.
Kurt's hands are gripping Blaine's ass and he's taking him in deep and Blaine is finding it so, so difficult to concentrate on sucking and sliding his mouth up and down Kurt's shaft when, oh God, Kurt just hummed around his cock and Blaine is pretty sure that's the back of his throat that he can feel right there.
He sucks harder around Kurt, taking him deeper as Kurt does the same and it is so perfect, this give and take, and Blaine kind of loves it.
It isn't long before they're both coming, swallowing around each other and gasping and Kurt is laughing breathlessly because Finn is calling him from downstairs. “We should probably brush our teeth,” he says, zipping Blaine back into his pants. Blaine agrees, though he really kind of wants to protest. He runs his tongue around the inside of his mouth and finds that he quite likes the taste of Kurt and wonders if Kurt would think that that is weird.
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