Kurt/Blaine: This Side (3/12?)
Title: This Side (3/12?)
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Word Count: ~3500
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None unless you count ridiculous amounts of Blaine's inner dialogue.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine have been best friends since the day Kurt stopped Blaine on the stairs at Dalton, but never anything more. This is why Blaine is more than a little shocked when Kurt suggests that they lose their virginity to one another before they head off to New York for college.
A/N: I started planning this fic before Season 3 happened, so nothing from Season 3 is canon except that Blaine is at McKinley, but that was my own planning, not RIB's. :P You could say that this is canon up through Sexy. Sorry if you hate WIPs, but a new chapter will be posted every Thursday.
To say that Blaine was excited about Thursday would have been a gross understatement along the same lines as claiming that the Buckeyes had a ‘pretty good’ offense this season or that Oreo cheesecake was ‘just okay.’ Ever since he’d left Kurt’s house on Sunday afternoon, it was all he’d been able to think about, though it would have been a lie if he’d tried to claim that this was the item on Kurt’s list that he was most excited about. But in his own defense, things like blowjobs (oh god, blowjobs) and rimming were on the menu.
Of course he was looking forward to making out. Making out with someone who didn’t wear grandma muumuus to parties and have boobs sounded pretty incredible. And really, kissing Rachel at that one ridiculous party was the closest thing to making out he’d ever done. He really wanted something new to replace it so he’d have a reason to forget it had happened altogether and now he was finally going to. Kissing Kurt on Sunday afternoon had felt great and that had just been a brief little peck.
As Blaine had come to realize in the last four days, Kurt had really nice lips. They were full and looked soft and his thoughts whenever in his best friend’s presence had been devoted largely to wondering what it would feel like to run his tongue across them. That was normal, right? He knew that they were going to be making out soon, so it made sense that the idea of kissing Kurt was dominating his thoughts. Specifically his daydreams and nightly masturbatory fantasies, but that was beside the point.
This was all part of the plan and Blaine had to admit that it was a good one. A great one, even. He was really glad that Kurt had put so much thought and effort into this because if he’d been the one in charge, they probably would have made out and then there might have been handjobs before they had sex and everything would have been over. This was going to be great. And educational because that was the whole point. Getting off was secondary in importance to all of the skills they’d be learning.
So when Blaine found himself stretched out on his side on Kurt’s bed, his best friend’s face mere inches away, Blaine reminded himself of all of this. This was for… science. There was no reason to be nervous, because they were both there to learn. Together.
“Are you ready?” Kurt asked, trying to appear calm but the tension around his mouth was telling.
“Yeah,” Blaine whispered, feeling somehow more relaxed in that moment than he had since Kurt first told him of the plan. It was time. This was going to start everything.
He’d been considering leaning in to initiate but Kurt beat him to it. Scooting in a few inches on the mattress, Kurt reached out a hand to trail over Blaine’s cheek, down his neck, then sliding it around to the back before pulling him in for a kiss. Their noses bumped together, the positioning not quite right.
“I’m sorry,” Kurt blurted out, his face turning a shade of red Blaine was fairly certain had never before been seen with human eyes.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Blaine said. “Stuff like that is going to happen. It’s normal. Let’t just… try again.” He smiled and waited, wanting Kurt to be the one to do it.
It took a few moments and Kurt’s face had only just begun to return to its normal color, but eventually he again pressed his fingers into the back of Blaine’s neck and leaned in. This time, their lips connected without incident. It wasn’t much different than that first kiss back on Sunday had been. Just a brief pressing together of their lips.
But this time, instead of pulling back and away when their lips parted, Kurt was leaning back in again. Blaine felt a little noise of surprise originate in his throat, the yelp-turned-moan pouring into Kurt’s mouth as Blaine opened his lips to capture Kurt’s bottom one. He was about to feel a little strange and uncomfortable about his overtly auditory reaction but then Kurt was scooting another inch closer and sucking lightly on Blaine’s upper lip and where in the hell had he learned how to do that?
“Your lips are really soft,” Kurt whispered as they parted, his fingers playing in the curls at the nape of Blaine’s neck, making him shiver.
“So are yours,” Blaine said, his voice a little scratchy. He cleared his throat and allowed his gaze to settle in on Kurt’s lips. Even from just a minute or so of kissing, they were a little darker than usual and puffy. Without expressly meaning to, Blaine licked his bottom lip and apparently Kurt took that as an invitation.
The remaining few inches of space between them on the mattress dissolved as Kurt slid forward, his lips again searching out Blaine’s. Blaine slid a hand up Kurt’s arm as his lips captured Kurt’s over and over. Top lip. Bottom lip. Top lip. And then it happened. By fortuitous coincidence or maybe guidance from above if the absolutely heavenly way it felt was any indication of its reason for happening, the very tips of their tongues brushed together.
The noise Kurt made against Blaine’s lips, a little strangled whimper that Blaine submitted straight to the spank bank showed that he felt the same way. Or at least Blaine hoped he did because it was honest to god one of the most spine-rippling, toe-curlingest things he’d ever felt. Blaine threaded his fingers in Kurt’s hair, giving no thought to the fact that he was probably messing up the hairdo Kurt had likely spent a good hour perfecting that morning. All he cared about was getting Kurt closer. His face. His mouth. His tongue. He just needed more.
Blaine made the next move, his tongue traveling past Kurt’s lips and sliding experimentally against Kurt’s. He’d done this before, but he had been drunk-so drunk-and hadn’t been thinking about much of anything. Now, though, he was paying close attention to everything he did, focusing in on every sensation.
Kurt tasted wonderful-a combination of minty toothpaste and something else. Something that Blaine immediately recognized as being Kurt. That was what Kurt’s mouth tasted like. That was something that Blaine knew now.
That… was kind of intense.
He moaned a little, pressing in closer as he curled his tongue around Kurt’s, urging it into his own mouth where he sucked lightly on it once it was inside. A groan ripped its way from Kurt’s throat and directly into Blaine’s mouth, the vibrations making him shudder and suck even harder. It wasn’t until Kurt pulled away panting that Blaine stopped.
“Oh my god, Blaine,” Kurt managed to get out before he was diving back in with so much force that Blaine found himself falling backward onto the mattress. Kurt was on him in an instant, slinging a leg over his body without ending the hot wet slide of their mouths.
Kurt was on top of him, a fact that made Blaine’s brain go completely worthless for anything other than continuing to move his lips and tongue with Kurt’s. For the first few moments, Kurt was hovering above him, holding himself up on his hands as they pressed into the mattress on either side of Blaine’s head. But that made him a little too high to comfortably kiss Blaine and before Blaine could even process it, Kurt was lowering himself down a little too quickly to be smooth. A little oof puffed its way from between Blaine’s lips as he attempted to steady Kurt with two slightly shaky hands to the waist.
“I’m sorry,” Kurt said quickly, panting lightly and trying to push himself back up and away from Blaine’s body.
“Stop apologizing,” was all Blaine said, hardly recognizing his own voice for how deep and raspy it sounded, and then he was craning his neck up until they were kissing again.
Kurt felt wonderful on top of him, all hard lines and firm muscles. Blaine had seen Kurt without a shirt on before, but it had been a fleeting glimpse while changing clothes. And besides, Kurt was his best friend and he hadn’t made a habit of ogling Kurt’s body.
Okay, he hadn’t made it much of a habit. And his ass didn’t count because of those skintight pants.
But the point was that he’d never gotten to feel it before. Blaine kept it relatively clean, just stroking his hands up and down Kurt’s arms, his back, his sides as Kurt experimented with lightly trailing his tongue around the roof of Blaine’s mouth. It wasn’t even really a kiss anymore, just the very tip of Kurt’s tongue tracing patterns until Blaine couldn’t help but close his lips and rub his tongue along the length of Kurt’s.
Ripping away with a gasp, Blaine turned his head to the side, needing a breather in more ways than one. This all felt so good-too good-and he was going to get hard. Given the fact that Kurt was right on top of him, the full length of his body pressed against Blaine’s, it wasn’t something that Kurt was going to miss.
Kurt moaned a little at the loss of Blaine’s lips against his and dropped his lips down to the side of Blaine’s throat, sucking and kissing and licking a path down to the collar of his shirt.
“I hate this shirt,” Kurt got out between kisses to a spot that Blaine developed an immediate fondness for.
“You picked it out,” Blaine panted, his breath hitching as Kurt started sucking on that spot in earnest. “You said it brought out the green in my eyes.”
“I know, I know,” Kurt said kissing the spot again before moving his mouth back to Blaine’s. “But it wasn’t in the way then.”
“In the way?” Blaine squeaked out, wanting to absolutely die on the spot for how ridiculous he’d sounded when the words had shot out of his throat.
“Oh god, I’m sorry. I just,” Kurt stammered. “I got caught up in the moment and…” He made no efforts to finish his sentence and tried to pull away.
“Kurt, you have to stop apologizing for everything,” Blaine said, shaking his head and smiling before placing a hand on each of Kurt’s cheeks and pulling him down for another kiss. “We’re going to do so much together, it’s okay to think about taking off my shirt.”
“I know, it’s just that-“ Kurt stopped himself and shook his head. “Less talking, more kissing.”
“Definitely,” Blaine nodded with a smile as they got back to it.
Kurt shifted on top of him, stretching out a bit until he had one of Blaine’s thighs between his own and god they were so close to each other. They’d hugged before and once they’d fallen asleep on Blaine’s bed watching When Harry Met Sally only to wake up kind of pressed against each other’s sides but this. This was another matter entirely.
Every time Kurt breathed, Blaine felt the expansion and contraction, pressing and waning and as much as Blaine didn’t want to admit it, every time Kurt’s body moved away even a tiny bit, he was pushing himself up off the mattress to bring them together again. It was all instinct. They were no longer Kurt and Blaine. They were two hormonally charged bodies pressed as close together as they could possible be.
No. Not that close. That would come later.
Blaine let his hands wander again, mapping out the planes of Kurt’s shoulders and spine and waist, gripping onto his ribs. When he trailed over the small of Kurt’s back, Kurt leaned into the touch and in turn pressed their groins together tightly. Even if he’d tried, Blaine wouldn't have been able to hold back the groan that ripped its way from his chest at the sensation. It took all of half a nanosecond before his cock got the memo and started to stiffen. It was right against Kurt’s hip and there was no way he didn’t feel it.
Blaine expected him to pull away, to stop everything and say that that was enough of step one and they’d continue next Thursday. But he didn’t. Instead, he countered the pressure with a downward motion, pressing his own-oh god-hardening cock into Blaine’s thigh.
Kurt froze then, though. His lips stopping the wonderful assault they’d been making on Blaine’s neck, just huffing hot breaths onto the damp skin but not lifting his hips. Blaine didn’t move, just kept his hands glued to the small of Kurt’s back just above the swell of his ass. They stayed that way for a long time. Too long. All Blaine could hear was the thudding of his own pulse and the mingled combination of their ragged breaths. It was almost as if Kurt was waiting for something.
A light bulb went on in Blaine’s brain. Kurt was waiting. He was waiting for Blaine to make the next move.
He swallowed hard and turned his head toward Kurt until he got the hint and kissed him gently. Blaine wasn’t in the mood to be gentle, though. His cock was fully hard now and Kurt’s body felt so good and warm above him and all he wanted to do was get more. If Kurt was waiting for a sign that Blaine was fine with this new development, then Blaine was happy to oblige him.
As his tongue thrust slowly against Kurt’s-not that he knew it at the time, but upon later introspection, he’d realized that yes, his tongue had in fact been thrusting-he trailed his hands lower until they were settled in firmly on Kurt’s ass.
God, what a magnificent ass.
It had always looked good in Kurt’s pants-those pants-but it felt even better. It felt unreal, actually. It felt perfect. Firm and round and Blaine was starting to think that when he eventually got the chance to take Kurt’s pants off, he’d find that Kurt was actually wearing one of those fake plastic asses like that one guy had worn in the pilot of Queer as Folk.
Kurt moaned loudly into Blaine’s mouth before licking his way inside and shifting his hips a little more deliberately this time, rubbing his cock against Blaine’s hip while in turn rubbing against Blaine’s. The friction was unbelievable. All hot and firm and god, Blaine was so hard. His cock was wedged uncomfortably under layers of boxer briefs and jeans but it really didn’t matter because the constant back and forth of Kurt’s hips felt so amazing that he just didn’t care.
“We should stop,” Kurt choked out right in the middle of their hardest rocking motion yet, but the fact that his hips were still working and his mouth was still moving against Blaine’s wasn’t doing much to solidify his statement.
Honestly though, they weren't even rocking anymore. They were thrusting. They were thrusting against each other and fuck it if wasn’t the absolute most amazing thing Blaine had ever felt in his entire life.
“We should,” Blaine said before pulling back a little. Kurt was grunting and dropping down against Blaine in an instant, his tongue trailing over Blaine’s lips. Blaine’s hands gripped harder onto Kurt’s ass, pulling him in even tighter and controlling the force of their thrusts for just a moment.
He felt so hot, like every inch of his body was on fire. His back was sticky where it was pressed against the mattress and he was pretty sure that beads of sweat were forming on his hairline as hot licks of pleasure continued to shudder through him. There was pressure at the base of his spine and building in his balls and all he could do was keep moving, keep shifting and grabbing and kissing.
Kurt’s hands slid under Blaine’s shoulders, pulling their chests as tight together as their hips were. It still wasn’t enough though, and Kurt apparently agreed. With a little huff emitted against Blaine’s lips, Kurt lifted up.
“No, come back,” Blaine whined, something he would have been really embarrassed about had most of his body’s blood supply not been currently fueling the raging erection in his pants. Kurt just kissed him, hot and dirty with lots of tongue and moaning, and then moved his legs until both were resting between Blaine’s. He lowered himself slowly, his head dropped to look between their bodies as he carefully sank down until ohmygod.
“Ohmygod,” Kurt gasped, echoing Blaine’s statement exactly as their cocks pressed together.
“Yes,” Blaine moaned, again latching his hands onto Kurt’s ass and urging him to start moving his hips.
It was perfect. This was exactly what had been missing before. Rutting against a hip was one thing, but this, doing it against another equally hard cock was just something else. Blaine didn’t know how to describe it other than as amazing, so he just mouthed weakly at the side of Kurt’s throat as Kurt buried his head in Blaine’s shoulder and they did nothing more than just breathe against each other as their hips worked into a frenzy.
Every millimeter of movement was like an electric thrill coursing through him. It was right there, Kurt’s cock was, so close and yet so far away. The whole thing just reeked of masculinity, nothing more than two cocks rubbing together and if it felt this good through clothes...
“Kiss me,” Kurt requested, his mouth a mere inch away. Blaine’s voice was worthless for anything other than moaning so that was what he did before leaning up to grab Kurt’s bottom lip between his teeth and sucking hard. The friction just kept getting better and Blaine knew what was going to happen soon. Kurt let out with a few erratic thrusts before he cried out loudly, his lips tearing away from Blaine’s so he could press their foreheads together. Before Blaine could even fully register what had just happened, Kurt’s hips twitched hard and that was the final straw.
Blaine came with a choked off moan, the sound lodging in his throat as bursts of pleasure completely overtook him. The feeling of calm that usually followed his orgasms didn’t come, though, because this wasn’t the product of some lube and a conjured mental image. He’d just come with someone. With Kurt. He’d just come in his pants from making out with Kurt and rubbing up against him and Kurt had come, too.
Wow.
“Oh my god,” Kurt breathed out, finally opening his eyes and looking down at Blaine. Kurt was so close that everything was kind of blurry, but he looked amazing. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen as he panted there above him.
“Yeah,” Blaine said. “Whoa.” His breaths were still coming hard when Kurt pushed himself up before flopping onto the mattress beside Blaine with a little groan.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen today,” Kurt groaned, slapping a hand over his eyes. Blaine’s heart skipped a beat and he sat up fast. Too fast. The room spun around him a little and he was all too aware of the wet spot in his jeans, but he had to really look at Kurt. Was he upset? Had Blaine pushed? He hadn’t, had he? Oh god, what if he had?
“Kurt, I’m so sorry, I didn't mean-“
“You didn’t do anything! That was… that was a joint effort,” Kurt said, a smile breaking out over his face before he finally removed his hand. “I just… I’d bought special underwear for our frotting through clothes session and now these are just ruined.” Blaine let his eyes flutter shut before collapsing back onto the mattress.
“You’re not mad?” Blaine asked.
“Mad? Why would I be mad?” Kurt asked.
“I don’t know,” Blaine admitted with a laugh. “That was… amazing.”
“It was, but we have the plan for a reason. This can’t happen again. It’s supposed to be one thing every time so we can get a good grip on everything.”
“I think we got a pretty good grip on both of those,” Blaine said. Kurt tried not to smile and gave Blaine’s arm a playful shove.
“I think you’re right. I’m going to go get cleaned up. You should do the same,” Kurt told him.
“Uh, yeah,” Blaine said as he looked down at himself. “So what do we do next week? Do we do this again or…?”
“We can if you want to. But like you said, I think we both got the jist of how this is supposed to go. Honestly, in the aftermath it’s a little too uncomfortable and messy for my taste, no matter how good it felt in the moment.”
“Agreed,” Blaine said, his mind spinning through Kurt’s list and feeling his mouth go slightly dry. “So, handjobs next week.”
“That’s what comes next,” Kurt said, standing and extending a hand to Blaine. “Come on, I’ll loan you some clean pants. You can tell your parents you got something on yours and it won’t even be a lie.” Blaine shook his head and laughed as he stood.
Handjobs next.
Wow.
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Word Count: ~3500
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None unless you count ridiculous amounts of Blaine's inner dialogue.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine have been best friends since the day Kurt stopped Blaine on the stairs at Dalton, but never anything more. This is why Blaine is more than a little shocked when Kurt suggests that they lose their virginity to one another before they head off to New York for college.
A/N: I started planning this fic before Season 3 happened, so nothing from Season 3 is canon except that Blaine is at McKinley, but that was my own planning, not RIB's. :P You could say that this is canon up through Sexy. Sorry if you hate WIPs, but a new chapter will be posted every Thursday.
To say that Blaine was excited about Thursday would have been a gross understatement along the same lines as claiming that the Buckeyes had a ‘pretty good’ offense this season or that Oreo cheesecake was ‘just okay.’ Ever since he’d left Kurt’s house on Sunday afternoon, it was all he’d been able to think about, though it would have been a lie if he’d tried to claim that this was the item on Kurt’s list that he was most excited about. But in his own defense, things like blowjobs (oh god, blowjobs) and rimming were on the menu.
Of course he was looking forward to making out. Making out with someone who didn’t wear grandma muumuus to parties and have boobs sounded pretty incredible. And really, kissing Rachel at that one ridiculous party was the closest thing to making out he’d ever done. He really wanted something new to replace it so he’d have a reason to forget it had happened altogether and now he was finally going to. Kissing Kurt on Sunday afternoon had felt great and that had just been a brief little peck.
As Blaine had come to realize in the last four days, Kurt had really nice lips. They were full and looked soft and his thoughts whenever in his best friend’s presence had been devoted largely to wondering what it would feel like to run his tongue across them. That was normal, right? He knew that they were going to be making out soon, so it made sense that the idea of kissing Kurt was dominating his thoughts. Specifically his daydreams and nightly masturbatory fantasies, but that was beside the point.
This was all part of the plan and Blaine had to admit that it was a good one. A great one, even. He was really glad that Kurt had put so much thought and effort into this because if he’d been the one in charge, they probably would have made out and then there might have been handjobs before they had sex and everything would have been over. This was going to be great. And educational because that was the whole point. Getting off was secondary in importance to all of the skills they’d be learning.
So when Blaine found himself stretched out on his side on Kurt’s bed, his best friend’s face mere inches away, Blaine reminded himself of all of this. This was for… science. There was no reason to be nervous, because they were both there to learn. Together.
“Are you ready?” Kurt asked, trying to appear calm but the tension around his mouth was telling.
“Yeah,” Blaine whispered, feeling somehow more relaxed in that moment than he had since Kurt first told him of the plan. It was time. This was going to start everything.
He’d been considering leaning in to initiate but Kurt beat him to it. Scooting in a few inches on the mattress, Kurt reached out a hand to trail over Blaine’s cheek, down his neck, then sliding it around to the back before pulling him in for a kiss. Their noses bumped together, the positioning not quite right.
“I’m sorry,” Kurt blurted out, his face turning a shade of red Blaine was fairly certain had never before been seen with human eyes.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Blaine said. “Stuff like that is going to happen. It’s normal. Let’t just… try again.” He smiled and waited, wanting Kurt to be the one to do it.
It took a few moments and Kurt’s face had only just begun to return to its normal color, but eventually he again pressed his fingers into the back of Blaine’s neck and leaned in. This time, their lips connected without incident. It wasn’t much different than that first kiss back on Sunday had been. Just a brief pressing together of their lips.
But this time, instead of pulling back and away when their lips parted, Kurt was leaning back in again. Blaine felt a little noise of surprise originate in his throat, the yelp-turned-moan pouring into Kurt’s mouth as Blaine opened his lips to capture Kurt’s bottom one. He was about to feel a little strange and uncomfortable about his overtly auditory reaction but then Kurt was scooting another inch closer and sucking lightly on Blaine’s upper lip and where in the hell had he learned how to do that?
“Your lips are really soft,” Kurt whispered as they parted, his fingers playing in the curls at the nape of Blaine’s neck, making him shiver.
“So are yours,” Blaine said, his voice a little scratchy. He cleared his throat and allowed his gaze to settle in on Kurt’s lips. Even from just a minute or so of kissing, they were a little darker than usual and puffy. Without expressly meaning to, Blaine licked his bottom lip and apparently Kurt took that as an invitation.
The remaining few inches of space between them on the mattress dissolved as Kurt slid forward, his lips again searching out Blaine’s. Blaine slid a hand up Kurt’s arm as his lips captured Kurt’s over and over. Top lip. Bottom lip. Top lip. And then it happened. By fortuitous coincidence or maybe guidance from above if the absolutely heavenly way it felt was any indication of its reason for happening, the very tips of their tongues brushed together.
The noise Kurt made against Blaine’s lips, a little strangled whimper that Blaine submitted straight to the spank bank showed that he felt the same way. Or at least Blaine hoped he did because it was honest to god one of the most spine-rippling, toe-curlingest things he’d ever felt. Blaine threaded his fingers in Kurt’s hair, giving no thought to the fact that he was probably messing up the hairdo Kurt had likely spent a good hour perfecting that morning. All he cared about was getting Kurt closer. His face. His mouth. His tongue. He just needed more.
Blaine made the next move, his tongue traveling past Kurt’s lips and sliding experimentally against Kurt’s. He’d done this before, but he had been drunk-so drunk-and hadn’t been thinking about much of anything. Now, though, he was paying close attention to everything he did, focusing in on every sensation.
Kurt tasted wonderful-a combination of minty toothpaste and something else. Something that Blaine immediately recognized as being Kurt. That was what Kurt’s mouth tasted like. That was something that Blaine knew now.
That… was kind of intense.
He moaned a little, pressing in closer as he curled his tongue around Kurt’s, urging it into his own mouth where he sucked lightly on it once it was inside. A groan ripped its way from Kurt’s throat and directly into Blaine’s mouth, the vibrations making him shudder and suck even harder. It wasn’t until Kurt pulled away panting that Blaine stopped.
“Oh my god, Blaine,” Kurt managed to get out before he was diving back in with so much force that Blaine found himself falling backward onto the mattress. Kurt was on him in an instant, slinging a leg over his body without ending the hot wet slide of their mouths.
Kurt was on top of him, a fact that made Blaine’s brain go completely worthless for anything other than continuing to move his lips and tongue with Kurt’s. For the first few moments, Kurt was hovering above him, holding himself up on his hands as they pressed into the mattress on either side of Blaine’s head. But that made him a little too high to comfortably kiss Blaine and before Blaine could even process it, Kurt was lowering himself down a little too quickly to be smooth. A little oof puffed its way from between Blaine’s lips as he attempted to steady Kurt with two slightly shaky hands to the waist.
“I’m sorry,” Kurt said quickly, panting lightly and trying to push himself back up and away from Blaine’s body.
“Stop apologizing,” was all Blaine said, hardly recognizing his own voice for how deep and raspy it sounded, and then he was craning his neck up until they were kissing again.
Kurt felt wonderful on top of him, all hard lines and firm muscles. Blaine had seen Kurt without a shirt on before, but it had been a fleeting glimpse while changing clothes. And besides, Kurt was his best friend and he hadn’t made a habit of ogling Kurt’s body.
Okay, he hadn’t made it much of a habit. And his ass didn’t count because of those skintight pants.
But the point was that he’d never gotten to feel it before. Blaine kept it relatively clean, just stroking his hands up and down Kurt’s arms, his back, his sides as Kurt experimented with lightly trailing his tongue around the roof of Blaine’s mouth. It wasn’t even really a kiss anymore, just the very tip of Kurt’s tongue tracing patterns until Blaine couldn’t help but close his lips and rub his tongue along the length of Kurt’s.
Ripping away with a gasp, Blaine turned his head to the side, needing a breather in more ways than one. This all felt so good-too good-and he was going to get hard. Given the fact that Kurt was right on top of him, the full length of his body pressed against Blaine’s, it wasn’t something that Kurt was going to miss.
Kurt moaned a little at the loss of Blaine’s lips against his and dropped his lips down to the side of Blaine’s throat, sucking and kissing and licking a path down to the collar of his shirt.
“I hate this shirt,” Kurt got out between kisses to a spot that Blaine developed an immediate fondness for.
“You picked it out,” Blaine panted, his breath hitching as Kurt started sucking on that spot in earnest. “You said it brought out the green in my eyes.”
“I know, I know,” Kurt said kissing the spot again before moving his mouth back to Blaine’s. “But it wasn’t in the way then.”
“In the way?” Blaine squeaked out, wanting to absolutely die on the spot for how ridiculous he’d sounded when the words had shot out of his throat.
“Oh god, I’m sorry. I just,” Kurt stammered. “I got caught up in the moment and…” He made no efforts to finish his sentence and tried to pull away.
“Kurt, you have to stop apologizing for everything,” Blaine said, shaking his head and smiling before placing a hand on each of Kurt’s cheeks and pulling him down for another kiss. “We’re going to do so much together, it’s okay to think about taking off my shirt.”
“I know, it’s just that-“ Kurt stopped himself and shook his head. “Less talking, more kissing.”
“Definitely,” Blaine nodded with a smile as they got back to it.
Kurt shifted on top of him, stretching out a bit until he had one of Blaine’s thighs between his own and god they were so close to each other. They’d hugged before and once they’d fallen asleep on Blaine’s bed watching When Harry Met Sally only to wake up kind of pressed against each other’s sides but this. This was another matter entirely.
Every time Kurt breathed, Blaine felt the expansion and contraction, pressing and waning and as much as Blaine didn’t want to admit it, every time Kurt’s body moved away even a tiny bit, he was pushing himself up off the mattress to bring them together again. It was all instinct. They were no longer Kurt and Blaine. They were two hormonally charged bodies pressed as close together as they could possible be.
No. Not that close. That would come later.
Blaine let his hands wander again, mapping out the planes of Kurt’s shoulders and spine and waist, gripping onto his ribs. When he trailed over the small of Kurt’s back, Kurt leaned into the touch and in turn pressed their groins together tightly. Even if he’d tried, Blaine wouldn't have been able to hold back the groan that ripped its way from his chest at the sensation. It took all of half a nanosecond before his cock got the memo and started to stiffen. It was right against Kurt’s hip and there was no way he didn’t feel it.
Blaine expected him to pull away, to stop everything and say that that was enough of step one and they’d continue next Thursday. But he didn’t. Instead, he countered the pressure with a downward motion, pressing his own-oh god-hardening cock into Blaine’s thigh.
Kurt froze then, though. His lips stopping the wonderful assault they’d been making on Blaine’s neck, just huffing hot breaths onto the damp skin but not lifting his hips. Blaine didn’t move, just kept his hands glued to the small of Kurt’s back just above the swell of his ass. They stayed that way for a long time. Too long. All Blaine could hear was the thudding of his own pulse and the mingled combination of their ragged breaths. It was almost as if Kurt was waiting for something.
A light bulb went on in Blaine’s brain. Kurt was waiting. He was waiting for Blaine to make the next move.
He swallowed hard and turned his head toward Kurt until he got the hint and kissed him gently. Blaine wasn’t in the mood to be gentle, though. His cock was fully hard now and Kurt’s body felt so good and warm above him and all he wanted to do was get more. If Kurt was waiting for a sign that Blaine was fine with this new development, then Blaine was happy to oblige him.
As his tongue thrust slowly against Kurt’s-not that he knew it at the time, but upon later introspection, he’d realized that yes, his tongue had in fact been thrusting-he trailed his hands lower until they were settled in firmly on Kurt’s ass.
God, what a magnificent ass.
It had always looked good in Kurt’s pants-those pants-but it felt even better. It felt unreal, actually. It felt perfect. Firm and round and Blaine was starting to think that when he eventually got the chance to take Kurt’s pants off, he’d find that Kurt was actually wearing one of those fake plastic asses like that one guy had worn in the pilot of Queer as Folk.
Kurt moaned loudly into Blaine’s mouth before licking his way inside and shifting his hips a little more deliberately this time, rubbing his cock against Blaine’s hip while in turn rubbing against Blaine’s. The friction was unbelievable. All hot and firm and god, Blaine was so hard. His cock was wedged uncomfortably under layers of boxer briefs and jeans but it really didn’t matter because the constant back and forth of Kurt’s hips felt so amazing that he just didn’t care.
“We should stop,” Kurt choked out right in the middle of their hardest rocking motion yet, but the fact that his hips were still working and his mouth was still moving against Blaine’s wasn’t doing much to solidify his statement.
Honestly though, they weren't even rocking anymore. They were thrusting. They were thrusting against each other and fuck it if wasn’t the absolute most amazing thing Blaine had ever felt in his entire life.
“We should,” Blaine said before pulling back a little. Kurt was grunting and dropping down against Blaine in an instant, his tongue trailing over Blaine’s lips. Blaine’s hands gripped harder onto Kurt’s ass, pulling him in even tighter and controlling the force of their thrusts for just a moment.
He felt so hot, like every inch of his body was on fire. His back was sticky where it was pressed against the mattress and he was pretty sure that beads of sweat were forming on his hairline as hot licks of pleasure continued to shudder through him. There was pressure at the base of his spine and building in his balls and all he could do was keep moving, keep shifting and grabbing and kissing.
Kurt’s hands slid under Blaine’s shoulders, pulling their chests as tight together as their hips were. It still wasn’t enough though, and Kurt apparently agreed. With a little huff emitted against Blaine’s lips, Kurt lifted up.
“No, come back,” Blaine whined, something he would have been really embarrassed about had most of his body’s blood supply not been currently fueling the raging erection in his pants. Kurt just kissed him, hot and dirty with lots of tongue and moaning, and then moved his legs until both were resting between Blaine’s. He lowered himself slowly, his head dropped to look between their bodies as he carefully sank down until ohmygod.
“Ohmygod,” Kurt gasped, echoing Blaine’s statement exactly as their cocks pressed together.
“Yes,” Blaine moaned, again latching his hands onto Kurt’s ass and urging him to start moving his hips.
It was perfect. This was exactly what had been missing before. Rutting against a hip was one thing, but this, doing it against another equally hard cock was just something else. Blaine didn’t know how to describe it other than as amazing, so he just mouthed weakly at the side of Kurt’s throat as Kurt buried his head in Blaine’s shoulder and they did nothing more than just breathe against each other as their hips worked into a frenzy.
Every millimeter of movement was like an electric thrill coursing through him. It was right there, Kurt’s cock was, so close and yet so far away. The whole thing just reeked of masculinity, nothing more than two cocks rubbing together and if it felt this good through clothes...
“Kiss me,” Kurt requested, his mouth a mere inch away. Blaine’s voice was worthless for anything other than moaning so that was what he did before leaning up to grab Kurt’s bottom lip between his teeth and sucking hard. The friction just kept getting better and Blaine knew what was going to happen soon. Kurt let out with a few erratic thrusts before he cried out loudly, his lips tearing away from Blaine’s so he could press their foreheads together. Before Blaine could even fully register what had just happened, Kurt’s hips twitched hard and that was the final straw.
Blaine came with a choked off moan, the sound lodging in his throat as bursts of pleasure completely overtook him. The feeling of calm that usually followed his orgasms didn’t come, though, because this wasn’t the product of some lube and a conjured mental image. He’d just come with someone. With Kurt. He’d just come in his pants from making out with Kurt and rubbing up against him and Kurt had come, too.
Wow.
“Oh my god,” Kurt breathed out, finally opening his eyes and looking down at Blaine. Kurt was so close that everything was kind of blurry, but he looked amazing. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen as he panted there above him.
“Yeah,” Blaine said. “Whoa.” His breaths were still coming hard when Kurt pushed himself up before flopping onto the mattress beside Blaine with a little groan.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen today,” Kurt groaned, slapping a hand over his eyes. Blaine’s heart skipped a beat and he sat up fast. Too fast. The room spun around him a little and he was all too aware of the wet spot in his jeans, but he had to really look at Kurt. Was he upset? Had Blaine pushed? He hadn’t, had he? Oh god, what if he had?
“Kurt, I’m so sorry, I didn't mean-“
“You didn’t do anything! That was… that was a joint effort,” Kurt said, a smile breaking out over his face before he finally removed his hand. “I just… I’d bought special underwear for our frotting through clothes session and now these are just ruined.” Blaine let his eyes flutter shut before collapsing back onto the mattress.
“You’re not mad?” Blaine asked.
“Mad? Why would I be mad?” Kurt asked.
“I don’t know,” Blaine admitted with a laugh. “That was… amazing.”
“It was, but we have the plan for a reason. This can’t happen again. It’s supposed to be one thing every time so we can get a good grip on everything.”
“I think we got a pretty good grip on both of those,” Blaine said. Kurt tried not to smile and gave Blaine’s arm a playful shove.
“I think you’re right. I’m going to go get cleaned up. You should do the same,” Kurt told him.
“Uh, yeah,” Blaine said as he looked down at himself. “So what do we do next week? Do we do this again or…?”
“We can if you want to. But like you said, I think we both got the jist of how this is supposed to go. Honestly, in the aftermath it’s a little too uncomfortable and messy for my taste, no matter how good it felt in the moment.”
“Agreed,” Blaine said, his mind spinning through Kurt’s list and feeling his mouth go slightly dry. “So, handjobs next week.”
“That’s what comes next,” Kurt said, standing and extending a hand to Blaine. “Come on, I’ll loan you some clean pants. You can tell your parents you got something on yours and it won’t even be a lie.” Blaine shook his head and laughed as he stood.
Handjobs next.
Wow.