Kurt/Blaine: This Side (12/12)
Title: This Side (12/12)
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Word Count: ~4100
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. Thank you so much for all of your wonderful support. It has been an absolute blast writing this story. <3 <3 <3
From the moment the final bell rang until they were in the safety of Kurt’s bedroom, Blaine's life was a fast-forwarded blur of tightly held hands and kisses at stoplights, murmurs of adoration and fiercely pounding hearts. They could barely get inside the front door before truly touching each other, Kurt calling out a ‘Hello’ just to be sure that no one else was home before pulling Blaine up the stairs behind him. No sooner was the door closed than Kurt was pushing Blaine onto the bed, propping himself up on his elbows and nuzzling his nose against the sensitive skin just below Blaine's left ear.
“We should probably-“ Blaine said against the soft skin of Kurt’s neck, fingers toying with the hem of the untucked shirt hiding Kurt’s magnificent body from view.
“Talk later,” Kurt mumbled, struggling with the button of Blaine’s pants before admitting defeat and rubbing his palm over Blaine’s cock through the fabric instead.
“Shit,” Blaine blurted out, his hips surging up against Kurt’s hand as he held onto Kurt’s shoulders for dear life. “No. Come on, Kurt, we really need to talk.” Kurt sighed and sat back a little.
“What do we need to talk about right now?” Kurt asked, and he would have sounded almost coy had his appearance not been screaming sex god so loudly. He was breathing heavily, his cheeks ruddy, his hair mussed from Blaine’s overeager fingers, his cock hard in his pants. Blaine grinned and sat up, cradling Kurt’s head in his hands and pulling him in for a soft kiss.
Kurt didn’t taste like toothpaste today. He hadn’t had time to do that. So he just tasted like Kurt and god was it wonderful. Blaine sighed happily against Kurt’s lips, loving how he could feel Kurt’s curl into a smile as they sat there just breathing each other in.
Blaine’s skin was buzzing, hypersensitive to every little touch, every sensation. Kurt’s fingertips trailed up his forearms and his entire body shuddered with want as he increased the pressure between their mouths and pulled a moan from Kurt’s chest.
“I love you,” Kurt whispered, breaking away and latching his hands onto Blaine’s wrists. Pressing his forehead against Kurt’s and feeling a little cross-eyed from the close proximity, Blaine stared back into those gorgeous blue eyes, feeling like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest.
“I love you, too,” Blaine grinned, stroking his thumbs across Kurt’s cheeks and feeling so much in that moment he wasn’t sure if he could take it any longer. “And I know you said that we weren’t coming here to talk, but there is one thing I think we should discuss.”
“And that is?” Kurt asked, quirking an eyebrow and sliding his hands down Blaine's sides, ghosting over his ribs and making him shiver. Blaine pulled back further but didn’t let go of his hold on Kurt’s face. “No really, you’re going to have to help me out here.” Blaine sighed playfully, rolling his eyes and pushing Kurt onto his back so he could climb over him.
“And to think that mere hours earlier I was the dense one.” He pressed a series of light kisses up the side of Kurt’s neck until he could whisper in his ear. “I love you and you love me. So where does that leave us?”
“Oh,” Kurt said, rolling them over until he was stretched out on top of Blaine. With a quick duck of his head, Kurt was kissing Blaine deeply before pulling back until just enough space was between their mouths so he could speak. “Will you be my boyfriend?”
Blaine bit back an excited noise that could probably best be described as a controlled-and completely embarrassing-little squeal and he leaned up to crash their mouths together again.
“Yes,” he said, hands sliding up Kurt’s back and bringing him down closer, wanting to really feel Kurt’s weight on top of him. “Now we can be done talking.”
“Finally,” Kurt teased, working a hand under Blaine's ass to urge him up as he shifted his hips just so.
Blaine laughed, so damned giddy he was pretty sure he was never going to stop smiling again for the rest of his life, and stroked his hands down until they could creep beneath Kurt’s shirt.
“I love your skin,” Blaine said, punctuating the statement by sliding his hands all the way up until his palms were gliding over shoulder blades that were constantly shifting from the sinuous slide of Kurt’s entire body against his.
“Mmm,” was all Kurt managed to get out as his lips and tongue worked over the column of Blaine’s throat all the while his hips never stopped grinding down.
“You’re going to give me another hickey,” Blaine grinned, the feeling of Kurt’s hard cock rubbing against his own through their pants pooling heat in the pit of his stomach.
“Good,” Kurt said, sucking harder as if to prove how emphatic he really was about the matter. Blaine groaned as the pleasure from the sensation sent his hips flying up off the mattress.
“Too many clothes,” Blaine breathed out, fisting hands in Kurt’s shirt and hauling it up until Kurt was forced to stop his relentless pursuit of the marring of Blaine’s neck so he could get the thing off. Blaine touched Kurt everywhere he could-hips, chest, back, stomach, neck-not even really to tantalize, just to touch. Because he could.
Because Kurt was his boyfriend.
Boyfriend.
Blaine stopped touching then and wrapped his arms around Kurt, burying his face in Kurt’s shoulder and just hugging him tight. Stopping the constant movement of his hips, Kurt slid his hands under Blaine’s shoulders and relaxed on top of him. It felt so good, so perfect and comfortable and right, having Kurt lying on top of him that Blaine couldn’t help but sigh a little sadly.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out,” he whispered.
“It took me a long time, too. I thought we’d already established that we were both really stupid about this,” Kurt said, turning his head to lightly kiss Blaine’s neck. “I mean, what in the hell was I thinking suggesting the arrangement in the first place?” Blaine laughed and smoothed a hand over Kurt’s hair.
“It’s the best idea you’ve ever had.”
“You think?” Kurt asked, pulling back and folding his hands on Blaine’s chest so he could rest his chin on them.
“Absolutely,” Blaine said. “First of all, it accomplished exactly what we wanted it to. We both got to explore sex with someone we trust and care about. It got to be special and it was all really hot, so that was a plus.”
“Oh definitely.”
“But most importantly, it got us here. Being… intimate with you, allowing myself to be completely open and vulnerable, that’s what made me realize how I felt about you. It had always been there, but letting you in like that... it finally let me see it.” Kurt looked very seriously at him for a moment, studying him carefully in a way that made Blaine deathly afraid that he’d said the wrong thing. It was bound to happen eventually, but did he really have to start mere minutes into their relationship?
Relationship.
He and Kurt were in a relationship.
Wow.
“I know exactly what you mean,” Kurt finally said, moving his hands aside so he could press a kiss to Blaine’s chest through his shirt. “Thank you for saying it much more eloquently than I ever could have.”
“Eloquently? Really? I thought it was more awkward rambling, but if you want to call it eloquent, that’s fine,” Blaine teased, grinning down at Kurt-his boyfriend-and feeling an ache settling in across his chest.
“You are such a dork sometimes, Blaine Anderson,” Kurt said fondly, lifting himself to sit on Blaine’s thighs. “And I love you.”
“Just the way I am?” Blaine smiled, reaching for Kurt’s hands and fighting back a contented sigh as their fingers laced together.
“Just the way you are,” Kurt said, his eyes darkening as he bent down to whisper against Blaine’s lips. “Now let me show you how much.”
“O-okay,” Blaine said, wanting to beat himself with something for tripping over his words, but then Kurt was taking off his shirt and the urge for self-flagellation vanished faster than the garment.
“You’re perfect,” Kurt said softly, fingertips mapping out Blaine’s torso as he worried his bottom lip between his teeth. “I can’t believe…”
“Can’t believe what?”
Kurt looked up at him as he lightly circled his belly button. “That you’re mine.”
Blaine launched himself at Kurt, sitting up and wrapping his arms around him and crashing their lips together in a kiss that hurt in a little in all the best ways. As he licked into Blaine’s mouth, Kurt moaned and shifted in closer on Blaine’s lap, bringing their cocks together again and wasting no time in rocking his hips forward to increase the friction until they were both fully hard again.
“I so am,” Blaine breathed out between kisses that were so intense and full of need that he dropped back to the mattress not because he wanted to, but because he honestly couldn’t be upright up any longer. Kurt followed him down, his tongue stroking along Blaine’s, making him moan and grip too hard onto Kurt’s arms but thankfully Kurt didn’t seem to mind. “I want you so bad.”
Without responding, Kurt pulled back and kissed his way down Blaine’s body, taking time to swirl that perfect pink tongue around each of Blaine’s nipples, biting down lightly before soothing away the slight pain with a long lick. Honestly, Blaine didn’t know how much longer he could wait for Kurt to really touch him. His cock was so hard and all he wanted was for Kurt to touch him. He didn’t know what the afternoon would bring, but he knew he wanted that much at least.
“Please Kurt,” Blaine begged, rutting up hard against Kurt in case he needed further encouragement.
“Can I…” Kurt trailed off against his chest, leaning his forehead into Blaine’s skin and breathing hard as he collected himself. “I want to be inside you. Can I please?”
“God yes,” Blaine moaned, reaching for Kurt and kissing him deeply once he had him where he wanted him. “I want that so much.”
Kurt nodded and smiled, his eyes practically sparkling in the warm afternoon light that filtered in through the curtains. After kissing him lightly, Kurt rubbed the tip of his nose against Blaine’s before rising and climbing off the bed. It took mere seconds for Kurt to get the lube and a condom out of the drawer but it might as well have been an eternity. Blaine felt cold all over from that moment without contact with Kurt’s skin and it wasn’t until Kurt was on top of him again that he felt good again.
But then Kurt was working off their pants and underwear and wrapping his fingers around Blaine’s cock and then Blaine felt wonderful. Kurt’s hands were amazing-long strong fingers, soft but not too soft with a sure touch that made kind of made Blaine want to come immediately. Each stroke up to the tip was accompanied by a slight twisting of Kurt’s fist, the entire thing a little dry but still perfect in a way Blaine couldn’t have possibly have articulated even if Kurt’s hand hadn’t been on his cock.
Not stopping the movement of his hand, Kurt shifted until he was kneeling between Blaine’s legs, his own cock hard and curling up toward his stomach. Blaine’s mouth watered at the sight and he tried to sit up to touch it, but Kurt pushed him back down by the shoulder and smiled as he shook his head.
“All in good time,” he said as he finally released his grasp on Blaine’s cock to coat three fingers of his right hand with lube.
“Yeah okay.” Blaine swallowed hard, raising his knees the way he knew Kurt was wanting him to and shuddering in anticipation as Kurt’s hand disappeared.
It wasn’t the first time Kurt had touched Blaine this way, but it felt new all over again. Because today this wasn’t the goal, it was a means to an end. And god, what an end.
Being inside of Kurt had been unbelievable and now he was about to have Kurt inside of him. When he’d told Kurt that he wanted him, that had only been part of the real truth. Of course he wanted him. What he really wanted to say that he’d never wanted anything so badly in his entire life and he was fairly certain that he never would.
When Kurt started to push that first finger inside, Blaine forced himself to relax and curled a hand around his cock, lightly squeezing at the base as he tried to keep himself calmed down. He really wasn’t going to last long, not when he’d been at least partially hard pretty much since he and Kurt had been on the stage together.
As Kurt slowly worked that one finger in and out, Blaine breathed deeply, his hips moving to counter the motion. The drag was nice but not enough. He didn’t just want to be touched and stroked like this. He wanted to be filled. He wanted to know that they were as physically close as two people could be.
He wanted Kurt to make love to him.
Tears prompted by the intensity of his feelings filled his eyes as Kurt gently pushed in a second finger alongside the first, pausing every few thrusts to massage Blaine’s prostate. Blaine cried out each time, pleasure crawling up his spine and leaving him a murmuring, practically whining mess on the mattress as Kurt continued to fuck him with his fingers.
“You look incredible,” Kurt said, shifting until he could kiss Blaine, stilling his fingers inside of Blaine’s ass and just kissing him for a moment. Blaine curled his tongue around Kurt’s and moaned loudly, his legs dropping open as Kurt’s cock brushed against his own.
“Oh god, I need you right now, Kurt,” Blaine gasped as he pulled his lips away the moment Kurt started moving his fingers again. The stretch had lost that slightly uncomfortable edge and all he wanted was more. More of Kurt inside of him. More of Kurt’s skin against his. Just more.
“Just a minute,” Kurt whispered reassuringly, pressing a kiss to Blaine’s chest before removing both of his fingers for just a moment before he was pushing back inside, the stretch much bigger now.
It was more than he’d ever had before and those three fingers felt amazing. Sure, it was a little uncomfortable at first, but it was Kurt and Blaine trusted him. He would always trust him. That was what had brought them here in the first place-implicit trust. The discomfort melted away with each subsequent movement, each intentional stroking of his prostate, and soon Blaine was writhing and stroking his cock without even meaning to. In fact, he wouldn’t have even realized that he was because he was so caught up in the feeling of Kurt’s fingers stretching and stroking him, had Kurt not pushed his hand away.
Heat and wetness and suction enveloped his cock the second his hand was gone and he called out something surely inappropriate as his hips thrust up to get more of that amazing feeling. His entire body was hot with desire, his skin prickling with it as Kurt’s mouth worked him over in perfect synchronization with the movement of his fingers.
“Fuck, Kurt. You need to stop or I’m going to-“ Blaine choked out, his hips thrusting ever so slightly up into Kurt’s mouth.
Kurt pulled off then, pressing one more lingering kiss to the head of Blaine’s cock as he removed his fingers. He was gone then, no part of him touching Blaine at all. Blaine forced his tightly clenched eyes to open just in time to see Kurt rolling the condom over his cock, his stomach muscles tensing as he coated it with lube. Blaine had never wished more to be something else than he wanted to be Kurt’s hand in that moment.
“Are you ready?” Kurt asked, his voice quavering a little as he positioned his thighs beneath Blaine’s raised knees. “Do you need anything else?”
“No, I’m good,” Blaine said, reaching for Kurt until he realized what Kurt was doing and then he forced himself to shut up.
Kurt's face was the picture of concentration as he lightly rubbed over Blaine’s asshole with the slippery head of his cock. It felt wonderful and warm and amazingly thick as it stroked against him. With one hand, he gripped hard onto Blaine’s hip and with the other he positioned his cock and pushed forward. As the head slipped inside, Kurt let out a choked off moan, the sound stuttering in his throat as he froze and gripped harder onto Blaine’s hip.
Blaine had tried to prepare himself for what this would feel like, but honestly, he’d done a terrible job. Even in all of his most pornographic fantasies, he’d never imagined that it would feel like this. It hurt a little, there was no denying that. But that didn’t matter. He knew that it would go away, that the steady drag of Kurt’s cock inside of him would soon take them both to places neither had ever dreamed of. What was really striking Blaine was the closeness of it. Not even a minute earlier, Blaine had had Kurt’s fingers inside of him but this… this was so much different.
Better.
Perfect.
“You feel…” Kurt said. “Oh god, Blaine, you feel…”
“Like heaven?” Blaine asked, realizing then that he’d been holding his breath since it all came out in a loud whoosh as soon as the words had passed his lips.
“Better than that,” Kurt moaned, his hips twitching and pushing more of his cock inside.
“It’s okay, you can move,” Blaine told him, carefully rising until he was propped up on his elbows, wanting to be closer to Kurt even if it wasn’t the most comfortable position he’d ever been in. Kurt just breathed out while he pushed in a little bit more before pulling back. Little by little, he thrust until Blaine could feel Kurt’s balls pressed against his ass.
Kurt shifted, moving his hands to the bed on either side of Blaine so he could bend down to meet Blaine’s mouth in a sweet kiss, their lips pressed together in a way that would have been chaste had their bodies not been connected in such an intimate way. Blaine had never felt anything like it in his entire life. Having Kurt’s cock completely inside of him was… indescribable. He could feel every inch of him, could feel Kurt’s breaths warm and quick against his face, his hips fighting to stay still. But for as much as Blaine appreciated Kurt’s restraint, he really needed him to move.
“Please, Kurt. Make love to me,” Blaine said without expressly meaning to. Kurt moaned and kissed Blaine again as he slowly pulled his hips back until just the head of his cock was still inside.
The rhythm they set together was slow, each thrust replacing the pain with pleasure just a little more. Once Blaine had felt himself completely relax, able to just focus on the perfect drag of Kurt’s cock stroking him from the inside, Kurt moved until Blaine grabbed hard onto his arms and cried out a sort of wordless plea.
Having Kurt’s cock rub against his prostate was so different from the intentional massaging movement of his fingers. Every thrust in, Kurt angled his hips so that the contact was made. Blaine was sweating but hardly realized it, was only really aware of the steadily increasing pressure in his groin, the hot swirls of pleasure that overtook his entire body with every single thrust, the look of his stunning boyfriend--boyfriend--as he moved on top of him.
Blaine felt so full, not just from the stretch of the glorious cock in his ass, but of so many feelings he had to remind himself to breathe. He stroked his hands over Kurt’s arms, down his chest, up to the back of his damp neck to pull him down for a kiss filled with moans and tongue and every ounce of Iloveyou that Blaine could possibly put forth.
His stomach was fluttering, so much want swimming around in there he couldn’t stay still. He had to keep moving, shifting his hips, touching Kurt, moving his mouth to capture Kurt’s beautiful lips over and over again as he felt Kurt coil a hand around his cock again.
It was going to happen soon. Blaine was honestly surprised that he’d lasted as long as he had, but he’d been so focused on everything Kurt that he supposed that was the reason why he’d been able to hold off what was sure to be a rather incredible orgasm.
“I’m so close,” Kurt told him between kisses, twisting his hand right under the head of Blaine’s cock, prompting a loud moan to erupt from his chest before he had the presence of mind to quiet it at all. “Come for me.”
Blaine’s eyes flew open, wanting to seek out Kurt’s. He wanted to be looking at Kurt through all of this, to not miss a single second. With hands shaking a little from the incredibly heightened level of his arousal, Blaine placed a hand on Kurt’s waist, feeling the way Kurt’s hips were rolling into him over and over, each thrust and stroke of his hand getting Blaine closer.
When it finally happened, he tried to warn Kurt, but words failed him. His hips jerked and he felt himself come hot all over his stomach as the pleasure that had been building for so long just exploded. His eyes wanted to close but he wouldn’t let them drift blissfully shut. No, he kept watching as Kurt gave his cock one more stroke before dropping that hand to the mattress as his mouth dropped open. Kurt moaned so loud and long that for a second Blaine was worried that something was wrong, but then he was pressing forward hard, his balls pulsing against Blaine’s ass as he came.
“Wow,” Blaine said. Kurt smiled and grunted a little in agreement. He carefully pulled out before dropping his weight onto Blaine as he clutched his body close. Blaine winced at the sudden disappearance of Kurt’s cock inside of him, his body still trying to feel something that was no longer there. He felt empty and a little sore, but it was okay. Because this wasn’t the last time. They would do this again. The agreement didn’t matter anymore.
“I love you so much,” Kurt murmured against Blaine’s bare chest, pressing warm kisses to the skin before sighing contentedly.
“I love you, too,” Blaine smiled, stroking a hand over Kurt’s hair as he realized that they’d said it so many times in the last few hours but each time the words came out, they somehow managed to feel even more amazing than they had the time before.
After several long and wonderful minutes of just holding each other, Kurt shifted until he was lying beside Blaine, sliding a hand over his neck and brushing his thumb over Blaine’s jaw. There were tears in Kurt’s eyes but a smile on his face that Blaine knew rivaled his own. He lightly brushed their lips together before rising to reach over Kurt.
“What are you doing?” Kurt asked, twisting his head to look up as Blaine stretched his arm out until he reached his target.
“Getting something,” Blaine said, letting out a little ‘A-ha!’ of triumph when he finally had it in hand. He dropped back to the mattress and held it up for Kurt to see.
“What are you going to do with that?” Kurt asked amusedly, scooting in closer and stroking a hand up and down Blaine’s side. Blaine looked down at the shiny coin and smiled before chucking it across the room with a laugh.
“Absolutely nothing,” he grinned, diving in to devour Kurt’s lips.
That quarter might have made some important decisions for them, but it never would again. They didn't need it. They had each other and honestly, that was all that had ever mattered.