Fic: Scarlet and Gray (One-shot)
Title: Scarlet and Gray
Author:slayerkitty
Genre: Au, Slight Angst, Porn(?)
Rating: R-NC-17 (for language and sexytimes)
Spoilers: Through 2.10 AVGC
Characters: Blaine/Kurt, Burt/Carole
Disclaimer: Glee and it's characters are not mine, no matter how much I enjoy playing with them. :)
Summary: Blaine is totally obsessed with the Ohio State Buckeyes, and gets some bad news.
Author's Note: I originally intended this to be cracky (and it might still be), but also to help me deal with this OSU news I received on Thursday. Please follow the link here as it explains why Blaine is so upset at the beginning of the story. Having said that, Blaine insisted on having a potty mouth and Kurt insisted on being turned on by it, so this kinda delved into porn territory, so...Merry Christmas? :D
“Fuck.”
Kurt looks up, shocked.
“No fucking way.” Blaine's voice. Blaine was swearing. Blaine was swearing in front of Kurt's dad.
It was the day before Christmas Eve. Blaine had stopped by to see Kurt, both boys out on break from school, both having gone home for the holidays. Blaine, procrastinator that he was, had left his gift wrapping to the last minute, and had pleaded with Kurt to help him out. Kurt, unable to say no to anything Blaine asks him, readily agreed. Besides, it meant that Blaine would have to come over, and he would have to stay until Kurt was done.
At last check, he'd been wrapping the same present for at least twenty minutes. Blaine had been sitting with him at first, filling out the gift tags, but then something on tv had caught his attention, and he'd gone to join Kurt's dad in front of the machine.
And that all lead up to Blaine saying “fuck” in front of Kurt's dad. Kurt's eyes bugged as his head shot up and he stared at his boyfriend. They've only been officially dating for a week or so, Kurt's only known him for a few months (feels like years), and he's never, ever heard Blaine use that word.
Except maybe in Kurt's wildest fantasies, but none of those have ever included his dad.
“What the hell were those kids thinking?” Burt is talking now, sounding angry.
Okay, whatever is going on is pissing both Blaine and his dad off...which can only mean one thing.
It's an OSU thing. A Buckeye thing. A football thing.
Because Blaine and Burt have bonded over college football. Kurt was shocked, the first time he brought Blaine home, and the two men instantly hit it off once that subject had been broached.
Kurt thought back to the dinner he and Blaine had had with Mercedes before he'd transferred schools and let out a chuckle.
Blaine's “I'm a college football fan, I like the Buckeyes” nonchalant subject of discussion was just the tip of the iceberg.
Blaine didn't just like the Buckeyes. He was obsessed with them.
He basically stopped short of painting his face on game day. Kurt hasn't actually seen this himself, as the season was nearly over by the time he and Blaine had met - but Wes and David, in an effort to make him feel welcome, had totally sold Blaine out (with pictures and video) - so Kurt probably shouldn't be so shocked at his boyfriends language, but he is.
It's also causing really uncomfortable sensations in his groin, because as much as he's decided he likes it when Blaine says that word -
“Fucking hell.”
Kurt jumps as he says it again, and thinks how great it would be if Blaine would say that word again, but not with his dad in the room.
“Where was the coach when this was going on?” Burt demanded, watching as channel ten cut to a live press conference at the school.
“Five fucking games?” Blaine cries out a minute later, and Kurt bites back a whimper. Blaine really needs to stop saying that word. Carole comes in from the other room, having heard the exclamations, takes one look at Burt and Blaine, and turns the tv off before Burt realizes that she has the remote.
“Hey!” Burt exclaims, turning to his wife.
“I'm thinking about your blood pressure.” She says, putting a hand on his arm gently. “Why don't we get out of here for a bit? You can help me with some last minute shopping.”
It's with a grumble that Burt lets Carole talk him into his coat and they're out the door before Kurt can blink. He knows that his dad must be really upset about whatever was going at the press conference, because he didn't even remind Kurt there were no boys allowed in his and Finn's room when they weren't home.
Blaine, for his part, is still sitting on the couch, looking shell shocked.
Kurt abandons the present he's just pretending to wrap at this point and approaches his boyfriend.
“Come on.” Kurt says, grabbing Blaine's hand and leading the older boy downstairs to his room. Blaine's muttering under his breath the whole time, something about NCAA rules and Kurt could really care less. “Blaine.”
That gets his boyfriend's attention, and Kurt takes advantage of it long enough to lean in and kiss him. Blaine kisses back after a second, but it's not like their usual kisses, and Kurt can tell that Blaine is still distracted. He doubles his efforts, moving towards Blaine's neck, using his lips and teeth and tongue. When Blaine groans in his ear, that's when Kurt knows he's got his boyfriend back.
Kurt pushes Blaine lightly down on his bed, and Kurt takes a second to just look at him (because there's a boy on his bed), before climbing on the bed next to him and straddling his lap.
They've barely made out since they started dating - what with curfew the last few days of school before break, and then the two hour drive time between their houses that meant not a lot of time spent together, so Kurt figures they've got some things to make up for.
In no time at all, Kurt's lost his shirt, and Blaine's is pushed up to his armpits. Blaine's pants have been unfastened but that's as far as that's gone, because Kurt is rocking against him, and they're both moaning and gasping into each others mouths.
“Fuck, Kurt.” Blaine groans, right in Kurt's ear, and Kurt actually shudders.
Yeah, this is a little more like his fantasies. He moves a little faster, grinds a little harder against Blaine.
Blaine jerks suddenly underneath him, and it takes Kurt a second to realize what's happened.
“Fuck.” Blaine mutters quietly, his face flushed, one of his hands pushing his hair out of his face. Kurt had managed to get his hands into it, and the strands had rebuffed Blaine's overuse of hair gel and were falling in gentle curls across Blaine's forehead. Kurt's erection is still straining against his pants, but he's stopped moving, caught up in Blaine and the fact that he's just give his first boyfriend an orgasm.
Him.
Kurt.
He did that.
The rush he gets from that is kind of heady, and it isn't until Blaine says his name that Kurt sees his boyfriend staring up at him. He seems to know what Kurt needs without Kurt having to say anything, because then Blaine is palming him through his jeans, and Kurt resumes rocking, letting out a gasp.
“Fuck, Kurt.” Blaine murmurs.
And that's all it takes. Kurt's lost in a sea of sensation, pleasure sweeping over him and he can't even bring himself to care that he just came all over his designer jeans.
He'll care in the morning, maybe, but for now, cuddled in Blaine's arms, life is pretty damn good.
And if college football is what it takes to rile Blaine up enough that this happens again, Kurt thinks he might have to reconsider his opinion on the sport.
Fuck, he'll paint himself scarlet and gray if he has to.
Author:slayerkitty
Genre: Au, Slight Angst, Porn(?)
Rating: R-NC-17 (for language and sexytimes)
Spoilers: Through 2.10 AVGC
Characters: Blaine/Kurt, Burt/Carole
Disclaimer: Glee and it's characters are not mine, no matter how much I enjoy playing with them. :)
Summary: Blaine is totally obsessed with the Ohio State Buckeyes, and gets some bad news.
Author's Note: I originally intended this to be cracky (and it might still be), but also to help me deal with this OSU news I received on Thursday. Please follow the link here as it explains why Blaine is so upset at the beginning of the story. Having said that, Blaine insisted on having a potty mouth and Kurt insisted on being turned on by it, so this kinda delved into porn territory, so...Merry Christmas? :D
“Fuck.”
Kurt looks up, shocked.
“No fucking way.” Blaine's voice. Blaine was swearing. Blaine was swearing in front of Kurt's dad.
It was the day before Christmas Eve. Blaine had stopped by to see Kurt, both boys out on break from school, both having gone home for the holidays. Blaine, procrastinator that he was, had left his gift wrapping to the last minute, and had pleaded with Kurt to help him out. Kurt, unable to say no to anything Blaine asks him, readily agreed. Besides, it meant that Blaine would have to come over, and he would have to stay until Kurt was done.
At last check, he'd been wrapping the same present for at least twenty minutes. Blaine had been sitting with him at first, filling out the gift tags, but then something on tv had caught his attention, and he'd gone to join Kurt's dad in front of the machine.
And that all lead up to Blaine saying “fuck” in front of Kurt's dad. Kurt's eyes bugged as his head shot up and he stared at his boyfriend. They've only been officially dating for a week or so, Kurt's only known him for a few months (feels like years), and he's never, ever heard Blaine use that word.
Except maybe in Kurt's wildest fantasies, but none of those have ever included his dad.
“What the hell were those kids thinking?” Burt is talking now, sounding angry.
Okay, whatever is going on is pissing both Blaine and his dad off...which can only mean one thing.
It's an OSU thing. A Buckeye thing. A football thing.
Because Blaine and Burt have bonded over college football. Kurt was shocked, the first time he brought Blaine home, and the two men instantly hit it off once that subject had been broached.
Kurt thought back to the dinner he and Blaine had had with Mercedes before he'd transferred schools and let out a chuckle.
Blaine's “I'm a college football fan, I like the Buckeyes” nonchalant subject of discussion was just the tip of the iceberg.
Blaine didn't just like the Buckeyes. He was obsessed with them.
He basically stopped short of painting his face on game day. Kurt hasn't actually seen this himself, as the season was nearly over by the time he and Blaine had met - but Wes and David, in an effort to make him feel welcome, had totally sold Blaine out (with pictures and video) - so Kurt probably shouldn't be so shocked at his boyfriends language, but he is.
It's also causing really uncomfortable sensations in his groin, because as much as he's decided he likes it when Blaine says that word -
“Fucking hell.”
Kurt jumps as he says it again, and thinks how great it would be if Blaine would say that word again, but not with his dad in the room.
“Where was the coach when this was going on?” Burt demanded, watching as channel ten cut to a live press conference at the school.
“Five fucking games?” Blaine cries out a minute later, and Kurt bites back a whimper. Blaine really needs to stop saying that word. Carole comes in from the other room, having heard the exclamations, takes one look at Burt and Blaine, and turns the tv off before Burt realizes that she has the remote.
“Hey!” Burt exclaims, turning to his wife.
“I'm thinking about your blood pressure.” She says, putting a hand on his arm gently. “Why don't we get out of here for a bit? You can help me with some last minute shopping.”
It's with a grumble that Burt lets Carole talk him into his coat and they're out the door before Kurt can blink. He knows that his dad must be really upset about whatever was going at the press conference, because he didn't even remind Kurt there were no boys allowed in his and Finn's room when they weren't home.
Blaine, for his part, is still sitting on the couch, looking shell shocked.
Kurt abandons the present he's just pretending to wrap at this point and approaches his boyfriend.
“Come on.” Kurt says, grabbing Blaine's hand and leading the older boy downstairs to his room. Blaine's muttering under his breath the whole time, something about NCAA rules and Kurt could really care less. “Blaine.”
That gets his boyfriend's attention, and Kurt takes advantage of it long enough to lean in and kiss him. Blaine kisses back after a second, but it's not like their usual kisses, and Kurt can tell that Blaine is still distracted. He doubles his efforts, moving towards Blaine's neck, using his lips and teeth and tongue. When Blaine groans in his ear, that's when Kurt knows he's got his boyfriend back.
Kurt pushes Blaine lightly down on his bed, and Kurt takes a second to just look at him (because there's a boy on his bed), before climbing on the bed next to him and straddling his lap.
They've barely made out since they started dating - what with curfew the last few days of school before break, and then the two hour drive time between their houses that meant not a lot of time spent together, so Kurt figures they've got some things to make up for.
In no time at all, Kurt's lost his shirt, and Blaine's is pushed up to his armpits. Blaine's pants have been unfastened but that's as far as that's gone, because Kurt is rocking against him, and they're both moaning and gasping into each others mouths.
“Fuck, Kurt.” Blaine groans, right in Kurt's ear, and Kurt actually shudders.
Yeah, this is a little more like his fantasies. He moves a little faster, grinds a little harder against Blaine.
Blaine jerks suddenly underneath him, and it takes Kurt a second to realize what's happened.
“Fuck.” Blaine mutters quietly, his face flushed, one of his hands pushing his hair out of his face. Kurt had managed to get his hands into it, and the strands had rebuffed Blaine's overuse of hair gel and were falling in gentle curls across Blaine's forehead. Kurt's erection is still straining against his pants, but he's stopped moving, caught up in Blaine and the fact that he's just give his first boyfriend an orgasm.
Him.
Kurt.
He did that.
The rush he gets from that is kind of heady, and it isn't until Blaine says his name that Kurt sees his boyfriend staring up at him. He seems to know what Kurt needs without Kurt having to say anything, because then Blaine is palming him through his jeans, and Kurt resumes rocking, letting out a gasp.
“Fuck, Kurt.” Blaine murmurs.
And that's all it takes. Kurt's lost in a sea of sensation, pleasure sweeping over him and he can't even bring himself to care that he just came all over his designer jeans.
He'll care in the morning, maybe, but for now, cuddled in Blaine's arms, life is pretty damn good.
And if college football is what it takes to rile Blaine up enough that this happens again, Kurt thinks he might have to reconsider his opinion on the sport.
Fuck, he'll paint himself scarlet and gray if he has to.