Kurt/Blaine: Who's A Lady Now? (NC-17)
Title: Who’s A Lady Now?
Pairing: Klaine
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: I’m A Unicorn (3.2)
Warnings/What’s Included: PWP, barebacking, fingering/rimming/anal sex, wall!sex
Summary: Kurt just ran off the stage after the his R&J scene with Rachel. Thank goodness Blaine is at his locker.
A/N: This was posted over at my Tumblr the night 3.2 aired.
“Kurt, what are you wearing?” Blaine asked. Fantastic. Because that was precisely what Kurt needed at the moment. Someone else questioning him.
“Just come with me,” Kurt snapped, grabbing Blaine by the wrist and pulling him into the nearest closet.
“But, you’re wearing… tights,” Blaine said, reaching out and running a finger across the silky material covering Kurt’s thigh.
“Yes, I’m wearing tights. Rachel and I just did a scene from Romeo and Juliet. It was a disaster,” Kurt said, pulling off the feathered cap and ruffling his hair in an attempt to get it back to looking at least somewhat normal.
“Oh Kurt, I’m so sorry,” Blaine said, his voice dripping with affection and sincerity and about a thousand other things that Kurt absolutely did not need at the moment. He slapped a hand over Blaine’s mouth and backed him against the wall.
“I overheard Miss Pillsbury, Coach Bieste, and Artie talking about my audition. About how I’m not masculine enough to play Tony. And then when I tried to prove to them that I was, they laughed at me. The last thing I want to hear right now is you telling me how sorry you are.”
“Then what do you want to hear?” Blaine asked, but his voice had already taken on a breathy quality that Kurt had become tremendously fond of over the summer.
“I want to hear you moan my name,” Kurt whispered.
“God, Kurt,” Blaine practically whimpered.
“That’ll do for a start.”
He deftly undid Blaine’s pants before shoving them to the floor. The floor of the closet was decidedly unclean, but at the moment, Kurt didn’t care. Hell, he wanted the knees of his tights to get dirty. Then everyone would know exactly what he’d been doing. Would fucking his boyfriend in the middle of a school day with people passing by be manly enough for them? What if he made Blaine come so hard he screamed? What about then?
Blaine’s cock was already half hard, surprising no one. If Kurt had learned one thing about his boyfriend since they’d started dating, it was that he was a bit of an exhibitionist. All the times he’d come the hardest had been when someone else was in Kurt’s house, when they could be caught at any second. Of course he was excited now. Not that Kurt wasn’t, because to be honest, the tights were doing little to conceal his erection and everything to make him uncomfortable.
“Yes,” Blaine hissed out as Kurt’s mouth sunk down, his lips wrapping firmly around Blaine’s cock, sliding over the head and down the shaft until they met his fist where it was holding that perfect cock still as he worked it over with his tongue.
“You have the lube, right?” Kurt asked, pulling off just long enough to ask and then busying himself with sucking on each of Blaine’s balls in turn.
“What?” Blaine asked, sound dreamy and hazy and not like he was even remotely paying attention to Kurt’s words at the moment. Clearly, he needed to stop if he wanted a honest to god answer. Kurt sat back on his heels and squeezed a little harder onto Blaine’s cock.
“I said, you have the lube, yes?”
“Uh, lube,” Blaine said, looking down at his cock as if he was trying to discern where all the blood flow to his brain had gone.
“I told you to carry that packet of lube in your wallet in case of emergencies. This is an emergency,” Kurt said.
“Yeah, yeah, I have it,” Blaine said, blinking and shifting on his feet as Kurt fumbled one-handed with the pants around Blaine’s ankles until he’d procured the wallet in question and had found the lube.
“Good. Now turn around for me,” Kurt said, giving Blaine’s cock a few gentle strokes before standing and carefully working himself out of the bottom half of his costume.
He squirted half of the package’s contents onto his fingers, not taking the time to warm it because honestly, they had none. He swirled the tip of one finger around Blaine’s asshole until he felt him relax and then slowly worked one finger inside. Taking time he knew they didn’t really have, he leisurely worked up to three fingers, licking around them as they stroked in and out, as he massaged Blaine’s prostate until Blaine was pounding a fist against the wall and swearing under his breath. God he loved when Blaine was like this. Like this for him. Because of him.
“Feels so good, Kurt,” Blaine said as Kurt pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue for just a few wonderful seconds before he was standing and spinning Blaine around.
“I’m going to make you feel even better,” Kurt grinned, knowing that it was probably a bit of a wicked grin due to the fact that Blaine outwardly shuddered and grabbed onto Kurt’s cock with one hand and the lube with the other. He used the rest of the lube to coat Kurt’s cock and then wrapped his arms around Kurt’s neck, waiting. “Ready?”
Blaine nodded and Kurt wasted no further time. He bent at the knees, put his hands on the backs of Blaine’s thighs, and lifted. Blaine helped by jumping up and locking his legs around Kurt’s waist.
“Oh god, fuck me,” Blaine gritted out as Kurt let go of his grip with one hand to properly line himself up. Once he was ready to go with the head of his cock pressed against Blaine’s asshole, he loosened his grip on Blaine just enough so that he sunk down on Kurt’s cock. “Yes, just like that.”
“Be quiet, people can probably hear us down the hall,” Kurt said, smiling despite himself and making no efforts to lower his own voice. Blaine moaned loudly in response as Kurt started rocking up into him.
It wasn’t the most comfortable way to fuck his boyfriend. His legs already burned from the strain, but the wall and Blaine’s clinging grip around his neck were helping to hold Blaine up just enough that Kurt could work into him with shallow thrusts. Blaine’s ass felt perfect-hot, tight, and ready to take whatever Kurt was going to give him.
“Who’s a lady now?” Kurt thought as he bucked up repeatedly into his boyfriend’s ridiculously perky and perfect ass.
“Harder,” Blaine urged, braving a one-handed hold on Kurt’s neck in order to get a hand on his own cock, jerking himself off lightning fast as Kurt increased the pace of his thrusts. When Blaine slipped no more than an inch down the wall, a throaty moan escaped from his lips. Apparently, Blaine was really enjoying the new angle.
“Come for me,” Kurt said, his fingers gripping Blaine’s muscular thighs, his eyes locked on the blissed out look on Blaine’s face. God, his boyfriend was beautiful. Always, but definitely like this because it was a way that only Kurt got to see him-sweaty, strung-tight, and seconds away from coming.
“Oh fuck,” Blaine shouted as he came hard, come splattering all over his fist and both of their shirts as Kurt thrust up hard three more times before joining him. The force of his orgasm left him slamming Blaine even harder into the wall as he clung on for dear life, hoping that his legs wouldn’t give out and put both of them in a very painful fallen pile on the floor. As soon as he could, he gently helped Blaine lower himself onto the ground and they each sank to a sitting position.
“Thank you,” Kurt sighed, his eyelids drooping as he pressed a kiss to Blaine’s lips. Blaine grunted happily and patted Kurt’s hand on his leg. “I needed to be reminded of…”
Blaine frowned and leaned in, kissing Kurt again, this time lingering and dragging his tongue across Kurt’s lips.
“I will remind you of whatever you need to be reminded of whenever you need reminding,” Blaine said, all sincere again. Kurt laughed.
“I’ll let you try that again when some of the blood has returned to your brain,” he said, practically giggling as he slumped against his adorable boyfriend.
It was gross in there. They were surrounded by cleaning materials and the floor was sticky, but at the moment, Kurt so didn’t care. He was the most masculine damned person in the building in that moment no matter what anyone else said.
“I love you so much, Kurt Hummel,” Blaine said, kissing Kurt’s cheek.
“Not half as much as I love you.”
Pairing: Klaine
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: I’m A Unicorn (3.2)
Warnings/What’s Included: PWP, barebacking, fingering/rimming/anal sex, wall!sex
Summary: Kurt just ran off the stage after the his R&J scene with Rachel. Thank goodness Blaine is at his locker.
A/N: This was posted over at my Tumblr the night 3.2 aired.
“Kurt, what are you wearing?” Blaine asked. Fantastic. Because that was precisely what Kurt needed at the moment. Someone else questioning him.
“Just come with me,” Kurt snapped, grabbing Blaine by the wrist and pulling him into the nearest closet.
“But, you’re wearing… tights,” Blaine said, reaching out and running a finger across the silky material covering Kurt’s thigh.
“Yes, I’m wearing tights. Rachel and I just did a scene from Romeo and Juliet. It was a disaster,” Kurt said, pulling off the feathered cap and ruffling his hair in an attempt to get it back to looking at least somewhat normal.
“Oh Kurt, I’m so sorry,” Blaine said, his voice dripping with affection and sincerity and about a thousand other things that Kurt absolutely did not need at the moment. He slapped a hand over Blaine’s mouth and backed him against the wall.
“I overheard Miss Pillsbury, Coach Bieste, and Artie talking about my audition. About how I’m not masculine enough to play Tony. And then when I tried to prove to them that I was, they laughed at me. The last thing I want to hear right now is you telling me how sorry you are.”
“Then what do you want to hear?” Blaine asked, but his voice had already taken on a breathy quality that Kurt had become tremendously fond of over the summer.
“I want to hear you moan my name,” Kurt whispered.
“God, Kurt,” Blaine practically whimpered.
“That’ll do for a start.”
He deftly undid Blaine’s pants before shoving them to the floor. The floor of the closet was decidedly unclean, but at the moment, Kurt didn’t care. Hell, he wanted the knees of his tights to get dirty. Then everyone would know exactly what he’d been doing. Would fucking his boyfriend in the middle of a school day with people passing by be manly enough for them? What if he made Blaine come so hard he screamed? What about then?
Blaine’s cock was already half hard, surprising no one. If Kurt had learned one thing about his boyfriend since they’d started dating, it was that he was a bit of an exhibitionist. All the times he’d come the hardest had been when someone else was in Kurt’s house, when they could be caught at any second. Of course he was excited now. Not that Kurt wasn’t, because to be honest, the tights were doing little to conceal his erection and everything to make him uncomfortable.
“Yes,” Blaine hissed out as Kurt’s mouth sunk down, his lips wrapping firmly around Blaine’s cock, sliding over the head and down the shaft until they met his fist where it was holding that perfect cock still as he worked it over with his tongue.
“You have the lube, right?” Kurt asked, pulling off just long enough to ask and then busying himself with sucking on each of Blaine’s balls in turn.
“What?” Blaine asked, sound dreamy and hazy and not like he was even remotely paying attention to Kurt’s words at the moment. Clearly, he needed to stop if he wanted a honest to god answer. Kurt sat back on his heels and squeezed a little harder onto Blaine’s cock.
“I said, you have the lube, yes?”
“Uh, lube,” Blaine said, looking down at his cock as if he was trying to discern where all the blood flow to his brain had gone.
“I told you to carry that packet of lube in your wallet in case of emergencies. This is an emergency,” Kurt said.
“Yeah, yeah, I have it,” Blaine said, blinking and shifting on his feet as Kurt fumbled one-handed with the pants around Blaine’s ankles until he’d procured the wallet in question and had found the lube.
“Good. Now turn around for me,” Kurt said, giving Blaine’s cock a few gentle strokes before standing and carefully working himself out of the bottom half of his costume.
He squirted half of the package’s contents onto his fingers, not taking the time to warm it because honestly, they had none. He swirled the tip of one finger around Blaine’s asshole until he felt him relax and then slowly worked one finger inside. Taking time he knew they didn’t really have, he leisurely worked up to three fingers, licking around them as they stroked in and out, as he massaged Blaine’s prostate until Blaine was pounding a fist against the wall and swearing under his breath. God he loved when Blaine was like this. Like this for him. Because of him.
“Feels so good, Kurt,” Blaine said as Kurt pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue for just a few wonderful seconds before he was standing and spinning Blaine around.
“I’m going to make you feel even better,” Kurt grinned, knowing that it was probably a bit of a wicked grin due to the fact that Blaine outwardly shuddered and grabbed onto Kurt’s cock with one hand and the lube with the other. He used the rest of the lube to coat Kurt’s cock and then wrapped his arms around Kurt’s neck, waiting. “Ready?”
Blaine nodded and Kurt wasted no further time. He bent at the knees, put his hands on the backs of Blaine’s thighs, and lifted. Blaine helped by jumping up and locking his legs around Kurt’s waist.
“Oh god, fuck me,” Blaine gritted out as Kurt let go of his grip with one hand to properly line himself up. Once he was ready to go with the head of his cock pressed against Blaine’s asshole, he loosened his grip on Blaine just enough so that he sunk down on Kurt’s cock. “Yes, just like that.”
“Be quiet, people can probably hear us down the hall,” Kurt said, smiling despite himself and making no efforts to lower his own voice. Blaine moaned loudly in response as Kurt started rocking up into him.
It wasn’t the most comfortable way to fuck his boyfriend. His legs already burned from the strain, but the wall and Blaine’s clinging grip around his neck were helping to hold Blaine up just enough that Kurt could work into him with shallow thrusts. Blaine’s ass felt perfect-hot, tight, and ready to take whatever Kurt was going to give him.
“Who’s a lady now?” Kurt thought as he bucked up repeatedly into his boyfriend’s ridiculously perky and perfect ass.
“Harder,” Blaine urged, braving a one-handed hold on Kurt’s neck in order to get a hand on his own cock, jerking himself off lightning fast as Kurt increased the pace of his thrusts. When Blaine slipped no more than an inch down the wall, a throaty moan escaped from his lips. Apparently, Blaine was really enjoying the new angle.
“Come for me,” Kurt said, his fingers gripping Blaine’s muscular thighs, his eyes locked on the blissed out look on Blaine’s face. God, his boyfriend was beautiful. Always, but definitely like this because it was a way that only Kurt got to see him-sweaty, strung-tight, and seconds away from coming.
“Oh fuck,” Blaine shouted as he came hard, come splattering all over his fist and both of their shirts as Kurt thrust up hard three more times before joining him. The force of his orgasm left him slamming Blaine even harder into the wall as he clung on for dear life, hoping that his legs wouldn’t give out and put both of them in a very painful fallen pile on the floor. As soon as he could, he gently helped Blaine lower himself onto the ground and they each sank to a sitting position.
“Thank you,” Kurt sighed, his eyelids drooping as he pressed a kiss to Blaine’s lips. Blaine grunted happily and patted Kurt’s hand on his leg. “I needed to be reminded of…”
Blaine frowned and leaned in, kissing Kurt again, this time lingering and dragging his tongue across Kurt’s lips.
“I will remind you of whatever you need to be reminded of whenever you need reminding,” Blaine said, all sincere again. Kurt laughed.
“I’ll let you try that again when some of the blood has returned to your brain,” he said, practically giggling as he slumped against his adorable boyfriend.
It was gross in there. They were surrounded by cleaning materials and the floor was sticky, but at the moment, Kurt so didn’t care. He was the most masculine damned person in the building in that moment no matter what anyone else said.
“I love you so much, Kurt Hummel,” Blaine said, kissing Kurt’s cheek.
“Not half as much as I love you.”