Kurt/Blaine: Firsts That Count (NC-17)
Title: Firsts That Count
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6,519
Spoilers: Up through "Original Song"
Warnings: Frotting, Handjobs, First Time, Filthy Word Usage?
Summary: Blaine has been so, so patient with Kurt, but this is what happens when they finally get a true moment alone.
Notes: Part of the (Mis)Adventures of Teenage Boys 'verse. Takes place months before Uptight. We're traveling back in time, y'all! I love this little ridiculous verse I've created so much that I wanted to go back to the beginning to explore how Kurt and Blaine's sex life really started to heat up. I hope no one minds!
A/N: Oh my GOD this thing just would not end. I've been working on it for days and I'm exhausted. Kurt's brain wouldn't shut up, though, and this is what happened. Oh well. This is my first real sex scene with these boys and I wanted it to be good. *GULP* I hope you like it. *hides* I know that what I write is usually more toward the funny side, but this scene just wouldn't get out of my head. My pervy, pervy head.
Blaine's mouth was the best thing to ever happen to Kurt. No, seriously. His lips, the way they pulled and claimed and drug ohsofuckingsexily across Kurt's jaw, should have had a shrine erected for them right in the middle of town.
Oh. Bad word choice.
The absolute last thing that Kurt needed to be thinking was the word erect because he pretty much had been since the moment Blaine started kissing him, which was so embarrassing he could hardly even stand it.
Ugh. Hardly. Just shut the hell up, stupid Kurt brain.
Blaine was not sexy. The way one of his hands was tracing hard, fiery lines across Kurt's back was not sexy. The little groaning noise he kept making was definitely not sexy. And, oh god, now he was sucking on Kurt's tongue.
Okay, Blaine was sexy. He was beyond sexy. Kurt was one hundred percent certain that if he looked up the word in the dictionary, there would be a picture of Blaine smiling and looking painfully gorgeous next to it. But it was in moments like these that Kurt really wished Blaine wasn't.
They'd been dating for a few months, and Kurt had been, well, reluctant. After an entire life of not being able to act on a single impulse or desire like all of his friends had been able to, he still had a really hard time believing that another person actually wanted him. Blaine wanted to be kissing Kurt, and he was a perfect gentleman about everything. Most teenage boys would have long since started to put the pressure on, but not Blaine. For every ounce of sex appeal Blaine had, he had two ounces of chivalrous charm.
For the most part, Kurt was happy with making out. It felt amazing. Blaine was a particularly fantastic and generous kisser, and to be honest, it was pretty much all they had time for. Stolen kisses between classes had been fun while they had lasted, but then Kurt had transferred to back McKinley and their alone time had been reduced to weekends and only the very occasional weeknight. And even then, their families always seemed to be around. So, it had been enough for the time being, and had given Kurt the chance to loosen up and recognize that yes, this gorgeous boy did want to be kissing him and giving him the occasional hickey that had made Kurt have to completely re-plan his wardrobe for the entire week.
But the absolute best part had been that they could very easily make out with the door open and spring apart at the first sound of feet on the stairs. After he'd walked in on Blaine waking up in Kurt's bed earlier that year, Burt had been adamant that they were only going to be allowed up there if the door stayed open. So, yes, very basic making out had suited them just fine so far. But, it wasn't all that Kurt had thought about doing. Far from it. When it was late and only darkness surrounded him in his bed, Kurt had thought of doing so much more. He'd imagined it so effectively that he'd run through an entire bottle of K-Y Jelly in the past month.
Just as Kurt was working up the nerve to slide his hand under the side of Blaine's shirt to finally feel the skin he'd only gotten fleeting glances at so far, loud feet started to stomp their way up the stairs. They instantly sat up and snagged the back issues of Vogue that Kurt had thought to set out at the end of the bed just in case they were interrupted. He looked over at Blaine to give him an apologetic shrug, but his eyes flew open wide instead. Kurt had tried to be good about avoiding Blaine's hair, but it was sticking up haphazardly on one side like it was trying desperately to escape his scalp. Kurt reached over to attempt to pat it down. Due to the insanely curly nature of Blaine's adorable un-gelled hair, however, the effort was completely in vain.
"Your hair," Kurt hissed. Blaine flopped almost comically back down onto his side on the mattress, propping his head up with his hand resting exactly where Kurt had twirled his fingers around those curls when Blaine had been making a particularly convincing argument for Kurt to introduce scarves into his summer wardrobe.
"I'm heading out for a few hours to do take care of some things at the shop," Burt said, stepping into the room without warning. He did that a lot.
"Okay, sounds good," Kurt said, going for nonchalance but sounding eager instead. Burt surveyed the two of them from beneath the brim of his hat, clearly not sold on something.
"I'm going to pick up some dinner on the way home. I'll call to see what you want," Burt said. Kurt nodded and caught Blaine doing the same. Burt took a backward step out of the room before pausing to rap a knuckle against the door. "This stays open."
"Always does, Dad," Kurt told him, sounding much less nervous this time. Burt made a little noise in the back of his throat that sounded something like "Mmmhmmmm...." and then he finally left.
They continued to pretend to read their magazines until they heard the garage door rumble shut below them. Even then, they kept up the pretense, just absorbing the stillness of the house for a few moments. Only once Kurt was convinced that his dad was really gone and wasn't going to come back pretending to have forgotten something--which he'd already tried on them more than once, and that had been when Carole was at home--he lept from the bed and shut the door. When he spun the lock on the handle, he heard Blaine intake a sharp breath and it prompted a swarm of butterflies to take flight in his stomach. Biting down on his bottom lip in an attempt to shove the dopey grin on his face into submission, Kurt turned and leaned against the door.
Blaine was sitting up now, the magazine open and forgotten beside him. His eyes looked darker than Kurt had ever seen them, and Blaine didn't break their eye contact as he stood and swiftly closed the distance between them. God, there he went with the sexy again.
Kurt didn't know exactly what he wanted, what he thought was going to happen now that the door was finally closed and no one would be bothering them at all on this very first day of summer vacation. Finn was at Rachel's. Carole was at work. Burt was gone for at least a few hours, and better yet, he was going to call them on his way home to see what they wanted for dinner. The afternoon had a built-in alarm system. This was very, very good.
"We're alone," Kurt said, his voice disturbingly gravelly. Blaine's gaze flicked down to Kurt's lips. Okay, good. It seemed like they were on the same page. The same amazing page.
"Yeah," was all Blaine got out before his lips were on Kurt's.
Kurt let himself sink back even more into the wooden surface, and his hands flew up to grip onto Blaine's biceps.
Oh, those were good arms.
Kurt couldn't help but wonder what they might look like without that stupid t-shirt that he suddenly hated more than all other things in the world in the way. They'd never gotten a chance like this, and Kurt wasn't about to let it go by. Two months ago, he would have been perfectly content to just demurely kiss his boyfriend all afternoon. But now all he wanted was to get Blaine's shirt off and finally see what he'd been hiding under that ridiculous Dalton uniform.
He wasted no time in sliding his hands under the bottom of Blaine's shirt seeking out the firm, apparently rippled uncharted territory beneath. He'd been able to tell that Blaine was in good shape from the forays they'd made into over-the-clothes but above-the-waist groping, but wow. The stupid, stupid shirt really needed to go. Bunching a hand in the front, he slowly started to pull it up, breaking their smoderingly hot kiss to look down. A whimper filled the room, and there was no way that it could have come from him. It was so needy and sexual and wanting sounding that it had to have come from somewhere else.
As every brand new inch of Blaine's delicious torso was exposed, Kurt felt his insides twist until they had worked themselves into an absolute spiral of lust the likes of which he'd never felt before. Eventually, when the need arose, Blaine obediently raised his arms and let Kurt pull the shirt off completely. Kurt's hands flew to Blaine's naked skin, touching, mapping, exploring. Never before had Kurt found body hair attractive on a guy, but god did Blaine pull it off. There wasn't much, just enough to be noticeable and so fucking manly that Kurt couldn't keep his hands off of it. Especially the silky soft trail that started just below his belly button and disappeared down-
Blaine sucked Kurt's bottom lip into his mouth before he had the chance to finish the thought, biting lightly in a way that he never had before. He didn't take his time like Kurt had, he merely effortlessly popped open each button on Kurt's shirt and shoved it back and off his shoulders without ever hesitating in his mouth's relentless pursuit of Kurt's own. Only once Kurt's shirt was dropped to the floor did he pull back. There was that whimper again.
"You're so beautiful," Kurt heard Blaine say, and realized that he still hadn't opened his eyes.
When he did, he found Blaine drinking in his own body, raising a hand to ghost over Kurt's stomach, an adorable action that Kurt just had to ruin by leaning in until he actually felt Blaine against his bare skin. His touch was hesitant at first, fingertips just barely skirting the gentle muscle definition in Kurt's abdomen. Kurt vaguely remembered that he was sometimes ticklish, but squirming away from Blaine's touch was the last thing on his mind. Getting him to touch him harder was.
"I won't break, you know," Kurt managed to get out, his voice a good octave lower than usual. Blaine started a little, clearly broken from the trance Kurt's body was holding him under, and he slid a hand around to flatten against Kurt's lower back. His hand felt like it was on fire as it pushed into Kurt's skin until it actually brought him closer.
Oh, that was better. So much better.
There it was. A first. And it wasn't a strange one like his first kiss with Brittany or the awful encounter with Karofsky had been. This was a first that counted, and that he actually wanted to count: the first time his bare chest had ever been pressed against another boy's. Blaine was hot and hard and, oh, hard. That was Blaine against his hip at the same time that his tongue was in Kurt's mouth and their whole bodies were flush against each other. It was so much, but at the same time it wasn't.
And then Kurt remembered that he was hard, too. Really hard. Approaching painful status. There was no way that Blaine couldn't feel it, because he was right there. There had been times in the last two months when Kurt had felt something pressing into his leg or hip, but Blaine had always shifted immediately to remove the pressure. Now, there was no room for guessing. This was really happening. When Blaine pressed his hips in and rolled them just a little, Kurt dropped his head back against the door and let out a moan that sounded disturbingly like the ones he'd heard in the few pornos he'd dared to watch online. He felt Blaine take an almost stumbling step back.
"What? What's wrong?" Kurt asked.
"I shouldn't have done that, I'm so sorry," Blaine stammered, rubbing a hand over his chin, clearly trying to focus.
"Yes, you should have. It... it felt really good," Kurt said, stepping forward and putting his hands on Blaine's bare hips to serve as a tether to bring Blaine back to where they'd been a moment earlier.
"No, I should have asked and-" Kurt shut up him the only way he could think to try and kissed him. It was rough and not nearly long enough and a lot sloppier than they were used to, but he wanted Blaine to know just how okay with things he really was.
"You've been amazing with me, and I appreciate it so much. But, I'm ready to do more."
"More?" Blaine was clearly still having trouble focusing.
"More," Kurt said, sliding a thumb up and over one of Blaine's freaking impossibly hot and defined hip bones before slipping it just barely beneath the waistband of his jeans to emphasize the point. He moved away to sit on the bed, but thought better of it at the last minute. With hurried, jerking movements, Kurt pulled the golden duvet down and settled in on top of the sheets. He really thought for a minute that Blaine's beautiful hazel eyes were actually going to bug out of their sockets. In a matter of seconds, Blaine was climbing over Kurt, easing him onto his back as he kissed him hungrily and gently lowered himself until they were pressed up against each other again.
Now that it was planned and not accidental, Blaine made no efforts to hide his arousal and in fact ground down into Kurt almost immediately, an action that Kurt wasted no time in reciprocating by bucking up his hips to deliciously counter the movement. Blaine let out a little strangled moan into Kurt's neck that Kurt wanted to record and use as his ring tone for the rest of his life.
It was really happening. Kurt was really making out shirtless on his bed with his boyfriend, and Blaine's really hard erection was really magnificently rubbing against Kurt's hip. The pressure and friction was too much, and he knew that he was going to come in his pants if he didn't stop. Would that be weird? Would Blaine freak out and think that he was pathetic for coming so soon?
Oh.
That was different.
Shifting almost imperceptibly above Kurt, Blaine's hips came down again, but this time Blaine's dick (and God, Kurt really hated that word, but that was what it was. It was Blaine's dick and it was hard for him) was rubbing against his own.
Blaine's dick. Was rubbing. Against his own.
Oh.
Mere seconds earlier, Kurt had been thinking about how great making out shirtless was. Forget that. Why hadn't they been doing this every day since, oh, the first time Kurt had laid eyes on Blaine on the stairs at Dalton. Seriously.
"Kurt, we need to stop," Blaine groaned above him after ripping his lips from Kurt's.
"No," Kurt practically whined, hooking his ankles around the backs of Blaine's thighs and yanking him even closer. His hips were moving of their own volition, constantly shifting up and down against Blaine's. A slow burn started to snake its way through his entire body, tingling and singeing to the tips of his fingers and toes. With a bit of struggling against Kurt's tightly locked ankles, Blaine managed to rise enough that some distance was achieved, creating space that Kurt immediately tried to close by lifting his hips.
"No, we really do."
"Why?" Blaine hesitated. Kurt looked carefully at him. His boyfriend's pupils were dilated so big, his irises were hardly visible. It was insanely hot, and it took everything within Kurt not to just yank him back down again.
"Because if we don't I'm going to..."
"To...?"
"I'm going to have to throw these underwear away."
"...Oh." Kurt thought for just a moment, about a million things running through his head, but eventually, he told his stupid brain to just shut up again. It was time to think less and do more. "I thought that was kind of the point."
Blaine intensely held his gaze for a beat before dropping back down against Kurt, feeling even harder than before. But it wasn't enough. Just feeling the rock-hardness through the denim wasn't enough. Kurt's hands deftly moved to the button of Blaine's jeans which he tried to smoothly pop open. Yeah, not so much luck there.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to take your pants off. Are they sewn shut?" Kurt asked, all of his concentration now devoted to working that stupid button through its freaking stupid hole.
"You don't have to. What we're doing is fine," Blaine said, ducking his head down to give Kurt a lingering kiss. He didn't want Kurt to take his pants off. Well, that was embarrassing. Kurt dropped his hands and wished that the mattress would swallow him whole. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? I was trying to take my boyfriend's pants off for the first time and he doesn't want me to, that's what's wrong," Kurt spat, clenching his eyes shut. God, it was amazing how quickly a beautiful moment could shatter. Blaine shifted until he was lying next to Kurt, and he reached out to trail a hand over Kurt's stomach.
"I want you to," Blaine said softly, his hand gliding over Kurt's smooth skin, "It's just that we've hardly gotten to do anything since we started dating, and I want to make sure that we're not just getting wrapped up in the moment and that we're really ready."
"I think we are. I mean, I know that I am. But if you're not, it's okay, and we can just keep doing what we're doing, but these are really expensive pants and-" Kurt babbled until Blaine cut him off with a throaty laugh.
"God, I love you, Kurt," he said. Kurt's heart skipped at least one beat. Maybe two. Probably three.
"You do? I mean..." Kurt blurted, squeezing his eyes shut for a minute to get himself under control, "I mean, I love you, too."
"You don't have to say it back if you don't want to. I just wanted to let you know. And I'm not just saying it so you'll finish taking my pants off," Blaine added hurriedly. Now it was Kurt's turn to laugh.
"I love you, Blaine. And I would have taken off your pants even if you hadn't said it," Kurt said, his hands resuming their previous efforts and actually succeeding. He wanted to celebrate, but then Blaine was kissing him and that was that. When he moved on to the zipper, Kurt took a moment to press his palm into the bulge he'd been writhing against. Blaine paused from the gentle suction he'd been very distractingly applying to Kurt's collarbone to give it a gentle nip that went straight to Kurt's dick.
"You can still back out," Blaine whispered, but he was bucking a little against Kurt's now insistent rubs in a way that told Kurt what he meant to say was "You can still back out, but pleasepleaseplease don't."
"You remember how badly I wanted to win Regionals?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah," Blaine said between kisses placed to the side of Kurt's throat. God, he was going to have so many hickeys, wasn't he?
"I want this more." Blaine froze, pulled slightly off of the tender and now hypersensitive skin of Kurt's neck and pretty much just breathed the word "Wow" before moving his lips back to Kurt's mouth.
There was something different about this kiss. They'd done pretty much everything in terms of kissing, because since that was all they'd been able to do, they'd taken the craft very seriously. Kurt knew that Blaine really liked capturing Kurt's bottom lip in his mouth, because he always made this adorable little mewling noise when he did it, and Kurt really liked when he could feel Blaine's tongue gently swipe across his lips. But now there was pretty much just tongue and moaning and Kurt's hand still palming Blaine's hard-on. That part was definitely new, but something else was, too.
When Kurt realized what it was, he felt a flush spread like wildfire across his normally pale skin. Their tongues weren't just caressing each other's, Blaine's tongue was actually thrusting against Kurt's.
Thrusting.
Blaine's pants were so stupid. Why in the hell was he still wearing them?
Why weren't they nudists?
Kurt finally managed to convince his hand to stop rubbing Blaine since touching him without all of those clothes in the way was going to be so much better. So, he pulled down the zipper and immediately set to work shoving Blaine's pants over his hips. Blaine helped him out by standing to kick them off, but when Kurt reached for the band of Blaine's boxer briefs, Blaine stopped him. Kurt was so busy staring at the incredibly prominent outline of Blaine's erection through his underwear that he almost missed Blaine speaking.
"You first," Blaine smiled, grabbing one of Kurt's hands and pulling him to his feet. The already constricting nature of Kurt's pants was making him pretty much miserable by that point when he really took the time to think about it. But, if he was forced to be honest with himself, he really hadn't been thinking about it much because his gorgeous boyfriend was mostly naked and that was clearly more important.
Kurt felt a lot better when he saw that Blaine's hands were shaking a little as he worked to get Kurt's pants down. His boyfriend was usually so sure of himself and confident that it was nice to see that he was in fact a human capable of getting nervous.
"I'd give you a hard time for wearing such tight pants, but I don't want to discourage you from wearing them again," Blaine laughed a little to himself. Kurt bent down in an attempt to yank them off his ankles, but in his rush, he lost his balance and went tumbling onto the mattress.
"Oh my god," he groaned with embarrassment, his hands flying to cover his face. Blaine was laughing so hard, and Kurt again wished that his mattress would just do him a favor and eat him alive. There he was, hard as a rock in his underwear, flopped sideways on his bed with his pants stuck on his ankles and his boyfriend laughing at him.
"You are so cute," Blaine said, giving the pants a firm tug and finally liberating Kurt's long legs.
"If by cute you mean painfully awkward and unsexy, then yes, I'm cute."
"No, I mean cute. And if you still think you're not sexy, then I'm clearly not doing something right," Blaine said, climbing back onto the bed beside Kurt and stroking a hand up one of Kurt's legs from ankle to the edge of his black briefs, "I like these."
Kurt swallowed hard and tried to smile. He wanted to. He always smiled when Blaine complimented him because he was so sweet and adorable and perfect. But, right now he couldn't. He couldn't because for some reason his face wouldn't let him. It probably had something to do with the fact that his eyes didn't want to stop staring at Blaine's own underwear and fantasizing about what was straining against them, but he couldn't return the compliment Blaine had just paid him.
Kurt had always thought that boxer briefs were sexy, but all he could think about was getting them off. Because, as he'd come to realize, clothes were stupid. Especially ones that were covering Blaine, because damn. His legs were so muscular, probably from the spastic dancing he did all the time, and Kurt was certainly not going to complain. Ever. Because damn. He really did have the hottest boyfriend on the face of the planet.
"Okay, those need to go," Kurt said, reaching for the waistband of Blaine's underwear. With only minimal struggling, they got them off, and then Blaine was naked.
Naked.
"Wow..." Kurt trailed off, unable to move his gaze, because, well, there it was. Blaine was fully hard, his dick straining toward his stomach.
"Kurt, are you okay? Is something wrong?" Blaine asked, looking down at himself. Oh no, he thought that there was something wrong with him.
"God no," Kurt breathed, "I'm just..."
"Freaking out?"
"A little bit. I just... have no idea what I'm doing and I kind of just realized that," Kurt said, his gaze still transfixed by the penis that was very clearly waiting to be touched by him.
"Come here," Blaine said throatily, taking Kurt's hand and pulling him close, "Let's lay down."
That was enough to break Kurt out of the fog he'd settled into. Instead of lying on his side like Blaine had been intending, he pushed his boyfriend onto his back and straddled his lap. This had been his idea, after all, and he'd jerked off enough times to know what he was about to do to Blaine would entail, so he really needed to stop being scared. He leaned in to kiss Blaine hard on the mouth while he traced his fingertips across Blaine's stomach. He felt hands on his thighs, roaming and squeezing and being completely distracting.
"God you have sexy legs," Blaine breathed, arching up into Kurt just a little, trying to get some friction, "I've wanted to see them for so long."
"I'm going to touch you now, okay?" Kurt asked.
"Totally okay."
Blaine's jaw was set in anticipation, and Kurt placed a few light kisses to Blaine's throat as he slowly slid his hand up Blaine's hip until he was there. Tentatively, he wrapped his fingers around Blaine's dick. It was warm and the weight of it in Kurt's hand was so much different than when he touched himself. Gulping down the huge lump of trepidation in his throat, he slowly drug his hand up to the tip. Blaine sucked in a deep breath that he didn't release right away, not until Kurt had swiped his thumb experimentally over the impossibly smooth tip. Then, it came out in a hiss.
That was a good sign, right?
Kurt used the bit of precome he'd gathered with his thumb and smoothed it down the underside of Blaine's erection. No, his cock. Kurt hated that word even more than he hated the word dick, and yet it just worked now. Maybe it was a penis until you saw one, and then a dick until you touched one, and then it became a cock.
Cock. Cock. Cock.
Blaine's cock.
"Kurt," Blaine moaned, making the mistake of trying to speak just as Kurt slid his hand up again. Then, whatever the rest of his intended words had been were reduced to something along the lines of "Hngg" and he jerked his hips up instead.
"Yes?" Kurt asked, finally feeling brave enough to sit back and actually look at what he was doing. His hand looked so pale next to the Blaine's swollen erection, and the sight of it pumping up and down was mesmerizing. And hot. If it was possible for him to get even harder than he already was, then Kurt just got harder.
Okay, it was possible. And painful.
He tried to adjust himself in his briefs, but wound up biting back a moan from the brief contact and tried to focus every fiber of his attention back on Blaine.
"Feels so good, I just... I need more," Blaine said, his hips jerking again.
"You want me to go faster?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow but not stopping the relentless movement of his hand. Blaine opened and closed his mouth a few times, either trying to find the words or just making sure that his jaw still worked. "Blaine?" Finally, he wrapped a hand around Kurt's wrist to still his movements and took a deep breath.
"I couldn't tell you my last name when you're doing that," Blaine gasped, laughing a little and still not relinquishing his hold on Kurt's wrist.
"What did you want me to do differently?"
"I can show you better than I can tell you," Blaine said. Kurt gave him a questioning look and settled back on his heels. Jerking off for each other wasn't exactly how he'd thought that the afternoon would go, but it didn't sound unappealing and- OH.
Blaine pulled Kurt forward until they had switched positions. Biting a little on his bottom lip in a way that honestly should have been illegal, Blaine slowly started to drag Kurt's underwear down, taking care to run his fingers along the sides of Kurt's legs the entire way. "Seriously, your legs are killing me."
Once the briefs were discarded carelessly over Blaine's shoulder, his eyes flew to Kurt's own straining hard-on. As Kurt watched Blaine take him in, his mouth dropped open. While staring at Kurt's cock, Blaine licked his lips.
Licked. His. Lips.
"I have the hottest boyfriend on the face of the planet," Blaine uttered, sounding a little dazed and a lot turned on as he repeated the statement that Kurt had thought just a few moments earlier, making Kurt simultaneously want to grin and sob with happiness. Blaine didn't waste any time, just reached forward and firmly grasped Kurt in his hand.
"Ohmygod," Kurt whimpered. Yes, this time he was forced to admit that he was actually the one making the pathetic noise. But in his own defense, he'd just been really touched for the first time, and he thought that probably made it okay. And if it didn't, fuck it.
The way Blaine was pumping him was so different than the way Kurt touched himself. Blaine's grip was tighter and every single time he slid his hand up Kurt's shaft, he twisted just a little under the head. By the fifth pump, Kurt was gripping onto the sheets and fighting the urge to just buck up into Blaine's hand. Every millimeter of movement added to the fiery spiral that had now seemed to root itself right at the tip of Kurt's dick.
Kurt couldn't help but wonder if this was exactly how Blaine did it when he was alone, because that's what Kurt had been doing to Blaine. Blaine seemed to prefer a little more pressure, which Kurt had never particularly gravitated toward when by himself, but now that Blaine was doing it to him, he could definitely see the appeal. The thought of Blaine sprawled out on his bed, naked and panting with his hand on his cock and Kurt's name on his lips was beyond hot and sent a shock of liquid hot pleasure straight through him.
The temperature in the room shot up about a million degrees when Blaine's hand started to move faster. Kurt's heart was thudding so loud he was pretty sure that Blaine could hear it, and his toes were trying to dig their way into the mattress. He wanted so badly to say something to let Blaine know how fucking amazing everything felt or how much he loved him or, well, anything really, but all he could do at the moment was moan and breathe heavily, so he just settled for that. Not stopping the movement of his hand, Blaine moved until he could kiss Kurt.
Every inch of Kurt's body was humming, completely awash with arousal and heat and it felt like Blaine was everywhere and yet at the same time he still wasn't close enough, touching enough, feeling enough. Again, Kurt tried to speak, but all that came out was a string of babbling words that sounded like "OhmygodBlaineI'msocloseItfeelssogoodOhmygod" or something equally embarrassing.
Kurt was pretty sure that if he didn't come in the next five seconds, he was going to die. It would be a sweet death, yes, one full of sexiness and his boyfriend's breath hot against his neck and cock hard against his leg, but Kurt wasn't ready to die. Thankfully, all the telltale signs were there, all the familiar tingles and surges and twitches, and he tried to warn Blaine that it was about to happen. Really, he did.
But then Blaine dipped his head to drag the flat of his tongue across Kurt's nipple and that did it.
Stars exploded on the backs of Kurt's eyelids as his entire world imploded around him, all sounds sucked out of the room and every sensation gone except for the feeling of Blaine's hand pumping him through his really intense orgasm. His entire body was rigid, and he was acutely aware of the precise moment that Blaine removed his hand.
"Kurt? Are you okay? You haven't breathed for a really long time," Blaine said, his hand falling hot and heavy on Kurt's hip.
Oh, right. Breathing. That was something Kurt was supposed to do.
The breath Kurt's lungs had been waiting for sucked in with a hoarse gasp, and with it, he finally came back to reality. His hand moved to cover Blaine's. Finally, he opened his eyes, finding that Blaine was looking intensely down at him.
"Wow," Kurt said, eventually looking down at himself, namely at the insane amount of come streaking across his stomach. Blaine slid up the mattress and draped an arm across Kurt's chest, immediately pressing a kiss to his jaw. "That was amazing."
"Yeah?"
Kurt tried to answer, but only a little satisfied grunt came out. Blaine laughed and placed kiss to the side of Kurt's neck, this one with a little suction. Now that he was starting to regain feeling in his limbs, Kurt could again feel Blaine's hardness pressing against his side. He still had work to do.
"Just give me one second," Kurt breathed, leaning over to snag a Kleenex from the box on his bedside table. With a few hurried swipes and much less care than he normally took, Kurt cleaned off his stomach. There was something that he really wanted to say to Blaine, but wasn't sure he could get the words out. They sounded so filthy in his head, he didn't know how he could possibly make them come out of his mouth. But when he looked down at Blaine with his blown pupils and his mouth all swollen from the attacks it was making on Kurt's neck, the words just slipped out. "I don't think I've ever come that hard before."
Blaine didn't respond, just stopped himself from putting probably the fiftieth hickey of the day on Kurt's skin and dove straight into a deep kiss. It was almost all tongue and was so incredibly desperate that it snapped Kurt out of his post-orgasm haze and made him want to return the favor so fervently he could hardly get his hand on Blaine fast enough. Now that he knew what Blaine liked, he got right to work.
Blaine collapsed back onto the mattress, his legs dropping open as Kurt climbed between them. He was so glad that Blaine had taken the lead there for a moment. Kurt surely would have been able to get the job done, but it was much better knowing what Blaine really liked, because he wanted this to be amazing for Blaine. He was the best, most understanding and patient and amazing boyfriend Kurt could imagine, and he deserved an orgasm to remember.
The positioning wasn't good, though. Blaine wasn't close enough. Kurt wanted to be pressed up against him. So, without stopping his deliberate and hopefully effective pumping, he climbed to Blaine's side and laid down. Blaine turned his head and gave Kurt such a hazy, lust-filled look that the few seconds it took for their lips to meet felt like an eternity. An awful, kissless eternity.
When Blaine reached out to fist a hand in Kurt's hair, moaning so fiercely that if Kurt had been physically capable of getting hard again already, the sound alone would have sent him there, Kurt got the hint. He sped up his movements, every so often pausing to smooth his thumb over the tip, something that Blaine seemed to be a big fan of. Each time Kurt did it, Blaine would moan again, all guttural and needy with a little bit of whine mixed in. It turned out that Blaine was actually kind of noisy in bed. It was beyond hot.
Little by little, Blaine's body tensed until he was grasping hard onto Kurt's neck and shoulders and babbling a seemingly never-ending stream of both obscenities and sweet nothings that Kurt tried to keep up with. His previously gentlemanly and endlessly dapper boyfriend was turning into a steaming pile of smut under his hand.
"Fuck that feels amazing. Oh my god, Kurt, I love you so much," Blaine said, finishing up his stream of consciousness rambling before pressing his swollen lips against Kurt's. It was then that he felt Blaine's entire body go stiff and his mouth tore away. "Shit."
Kurt pulled back, because he really wanted to see this. He wanted to watch Blaine come all over his stomach and Kurt's hand. Not even a half hour earlier, Kurt had never done anything beyond kissing and now he was practically salivating at the pornographic sight in front of him? Time sure was flying, and Kurt wasn't going to be the one to complain. Neither was Blaine, because he was too busy moaning and swearing and gripping his fingers tight into Kurt's skin.
Kurt gently stroked Blaine until he was finished. Without taking his eyes off of his panting boyfriend, eyes squeezed shut and trying to regain his focus on reality, Kurt reached over to grab the box of Kleenex.
"How're you doing?" Kurt asked as he softly swiped the mess from Blaine's stomach. Blaine continued to lay there for a moment before cracking up laughing, reaching out to grip onto Kurt's wrist to still his movements.
"I'm awful," he laughed, clearly a little delirious, "Are you kidding me? Get down here." Kurt let out a little "Oof" as Blaine yanked him back down, placing several sweet and chaste kisses to his mouth.
"I can't believe we just did that," Kurt whispered, unable to suppress the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"You can't?" Blaine asked, "It's pretty much all I've been able to think about every single time we've made out."
"Really?"
"You have no idea."
"Actually, I do," Kurt grinned, nuzzling his nose into the sensitive skin beneath Blaine's ear, prompting him to shiver and pull Kurt even closer.
"Yeah? Anything else you've thought about?" Blaine was trying to sound innocently curious, but given the circumstances and their compromising positioning, his efforts were laughable.
"I guess you'll just have to wait and see."
The sun was shining in the through the window, and they still had hours before anyone would be home. Deciding that the day had room for just one more first, Kurt pulled the sheet over their bodies and they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Naked.
Because clothes were just so stupid.
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Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6,519
Spoilers: Up through "Original Song"
Warnings: Frotting, Handjobs, First Time, Filthy Word Usage?
Summary: Blaine has been so, so patient with Kurt, but this is what happens when they finally get a true moment alone.
Notes: Part of the (Mis)Adventures of Teenage Boys 'verse. Takes place months before Uptight. We're traveling back in time, y'all! I love this little ridiculous verse I've created so much that I wanted to go back to the beginning to explore how Kurt and Blaine's sex life really started to heat up. I hope no one minds!
A/N: Oh my GOD this thing just would not end. I've been working on it for days and I'm exhausted. Kurt's brain wouldn't shut up, though, and this is what happened. Oh well. This is my first real sex scene with these boys and I wanted it to be good. *GULP* I hope you like it. *hides* I know that what I write is usually more toward the funny side, but this scene just wouldn't get out of my head. My pervy, pervy head.
Blaine's mouth was the best thing to ever happen to Kurt. No, seriously. His lips, the way they pulled and claimed and drug ohsofuckingsexily across Kurt's jaw, should have had a shrine erected for them right in the middle of town.
Oh. Bad word choice.
The absolute last thing that Kurt needed to be thinking was the word erect because he pretty much had been since the moment Blaine started kissing him, which was so embarrassing he could hardly even stand it.
Ugh. Hardly. Just shut the hell up, stupid Kurt brain.
Blaine was not sexy. The way one of his hands was tracing hard, fiery lines across Kurt's back was not sexy. The little groaning noise he kept making was definitely not sexy. And, oh god, now he was sucking on Kurt's tongue.
Okay, Blaine was sexy. He was beyond sexy. Kurt was one hundred percent certain that if he looked up the word in the dictionary, there would be a picture of Blaine smiling and looking painfully gorgeous next to it. But it was in moments like these that Kurt really wished Blaine wasn't.
They'd been dating for a few months, and Kurt had been, well, reluctant. After an entire life of not being able to act on a single impulse or desire like all of his friends had been able to, he still had a really hard time believing that another person actually wanted him. Blaine wanted to be kissing Kurt, and he was a perfect gentleman about everything. Most teenage boys would have long since started to put the pressure on, but not Blaine. For every ounce of sex appeal Blaine had, he had two ounces of chivalrous charm.
For the most part, Kurt was happy with making out. It felt amazing. Blaine was a particularly fantastic and generous kisser, and to be honest, it was pretty much all they had time for. Stolen kisses between classes had been fun while they had lasted, but then Kurt had transferred to back McKinley and their alone time had been reduced to weekends and only the very occasional weeknight. And even then, their families always seemed to be around. So, it had been enough for the time being, and had given Kurt the chance to loosen up and recognize that yes, this gorgeous boy did want to be kissing him and giving him the occasional hickey that had made Kurt have to completely re-plan his wardrobe for the entire week.
But the absolute best part had been that they could very easily make out with the door open and spring apart at the first sound of feet on the stairs. After he'd walked in on Blaine waking up in Kurt's bed earlier that year, Burt had been adamant that they were only going to be allowed up there if the door stayed open. So, yes, very basic making out had suited them just fine so far. But, it wasn't all that Kurt had thought about doing. Far from it. When it was late and only darkness surrounded him in his bed, Kurt had thought of doing so much more. He'd imagined it so effectively that he'd run through an entire bottle of K-Y Jelly in the past month.
Just as Kurt was working up the nerve to slide his hand under the side of Blaine's shirt to finally feel the skin he'd only gotten fleeting glances at so far, loud feet started to stomp their way up the stairs. They instantly sat up and snagged the back issues of Vogue that Kurt had thought to set out at the end of the bed just in case they were interrupted. He looked over at Blaine to give him an apologetic shrug, but his eyes flew open wide instead. Kurt had tried to be good about avoiding Blaine's hair, but it was sticking up haphazardly on one side like it was trying desperately to escape his scalp. Kurt reached over to attempt to pat it down. Due to the insanely curly nature of Blaine's adorable un-gelled hair, however, the effort was completely in vain.
"Your hair," Kurt hissed. Blaine flopped almost comically back down onto his side on the mattress, propping his head up with his hand resting exactly where Kurt had twirled his fingers around those curls when Blaine had been making a particularly convincing argument for Kurt to introduce scarves into his summer wardrobe.
"I'm heading out for a few hours to do take care of some things at the shop," Burt said, stepping into the room without warning. He did that a lot.
"Okay, sounds good," Kurt said, going for nonchalance but sounding eager instead. Burt surveyed the two of them from beneath the brim of his hat, clearly not sold on something.
"I'm going to pick up some dinner on the way home. I'll call to see what you want," Burt said. Kurt nodded and caught Blaine doing the same. Burt took a backward step out of the room before pausing to rap a knuckle against the door. "This stays open."
"Always does, Dad," Kurt told him, sounding much less nervous this time. Burt made a little noise in the back of his throat that sounded something like "Mmmhmmmm...." and then he finally left.
They continued to pretend to read their magazines until they heard the garage door rumble shut below them. Even then, they kept up the pretense, just absorbing the stillness of the house for a few moments. Only once Kurt was convinced that his dad was really gone and wasn't going to come back pretending to have forgotten something--which he'd already tried on them more than once, and that had been when Carole was at home--he lept from the bed and shut the door. When he spun the lock on the handle, he heard Blaine intake a sharp breath and it prompted a swarm of butterflies to take flight in his stomach. Biting down on his bottom lip in an attempt to shove the dopey grin on his face into submission, Kurt turned and leaned against the door.
Blaine was sitting up now, the magazine open and forgotten beside him. His eyes looked darker than Kurt had ever seen them, and Blaine didn't break their eye contact as he stood and swiftly closed the distance between them. God, there he went with the sexy again.
Kurt didn't know exactly what he wanted, what he thought was going to happen now that the door was finally closed and no one would be bothering them at all on this very first day of summer vacation. Finn was at Rachel's. Carole was at work. Burt was gone for at least a few hours, and better yet, he was going to call them on his way home to see what they wanted for dinner. The afternoon had a built-in alarm system. This was very, very good.
"We're alone," Kurt said, his voice disturbingly gravelly. Blaine's gaze flicked down to Kurt's lips. Okay, good. It seemed like they were on the same page. The same amazing page.
"Yeah," was all Blaine got out before his lips were on Kurt's.
Kurt let himself sink back even more into the wooden surface, and his hands flew up to grip onto Blaine's biceps.
Oh, those were good arms.
Kurt couldn't help but wonder what they might look like without that stupid t-shirt that he suddenly hated more than all other things in the world in the way. They'd never gotten a chance like this, and Kurt wasn't about to let it go by. Two months ago, he would have been perfectly content to just demurely kiss his boyfriend all afternoon. But now all he wanted was to get Blaine's shirt off and finally see what he'd been hiding under that ridiculous Dalton uniform.
He wasted no time in sliding his hands under the bottom of Blaine's shirt seeking out the firm, apparently rippled uncharted territory beneath. He'd been able to tell that Blaine was in good shape from the forays they'd made into over-the-clothes but above-the-waist groping, but wow. The stupid, stupid shirt really needed to go. Bunching a hand in the front, he slowly started to pull it up, breaking their smoderingly hot kiss to look down. A whimper filled the room, and there was no way that it could have come from him. It was so needy and sexual and wanting sounding that it had to have come from somewhere else.
As every brand new inch of Blaine's delicious torso was exposed, Kurt felt his insides twist until they had worked themselves into an absolute spiral of lust the likes of which he'd never felt before. Eventually, when the need arose, Blaine obediently raised his arms and let Kurt pull the shirt off completely. Kurt's hands flew to Blaine's naked skin, touching, mapping, exploring. Never before had Kurt found body hair attractive on a guy, but god did Blaine pull it off. There wasn't much, just enough to be noticeable and so fucking manly that Kurt couldn't keep his hands off of it. Especially the silky soft trail that started just below his belly button and disappeared down-
Blaine sucked Kurt's bottom lip into his mouth before he had the chance to finish the thought, biting lightly in a way that he never had before. He didn't take his time like Kurt had, he merely effortlessly popped open each button on Kurt's shirt and shoved it back and off his shoulders without ever hesitating in his mouth's relentless pursuit of Kurt's own. Only once Kurt's shirt was dropped to the floor did he pull back. There was that whimper again.
"You're so beautiful," Kurt heard Blaine say, and realized that he still hadn't opened his eyes.
When he did, he found Blaine drinking in his own body, raising a hand to ghost over Kurt's stomach, an adorable action that Kurt just had to ruin by leaning in until he actually felt Blaine against his bare skin. His touch was hesitant at first, fingertips just barely skirting the gentle muscle definition in Kurt's abdomen. Kurt vaguely remembered that he was sometimes ticklish, but squirming away from Blaine's touch was the last thing on his mind. Getting him to touch him harder was.
"I won't break, you know," Kurt managed to get out, his voice a good octave lower than usual. Blaine started a little, clearly broken from the trance Kurt's body was holding him under, and he slid a hand around to flatten against Kurt's lower back. His hand felt like it was on fire as it pushed into Kurt's skin until it actually brought him closer.
Oh, that was better. So much better.
There it was. A first. And it wasn't a strange one like his first kiss with Brittany or the awful encounter with Karofsky had been. This was a first that counted, and that he actually wanted to count: the first time his bare chest had ever been pressed against another boy's. Blaine was hot and hard and, oh, hard. That was Blaine against his hip at the same time that his tongue was in Kurt's mouth and their whole bodies were flush against each other. It was so much, but at the same time it wasn't.
And then Kurt remembered that he was hard, too. Really hard. Approaching painful status. There was no way that Blaine couldn't feel it, because he was right there. There had been times in the last two months when Kurt had felt something pressing into his leg or hip, but Blaine had always shifted immediately to remove the pressure. Now, there was no room for guessing. This was really happening. When Blaine pressed his hips in and rolled them just a little, Kurt dropped his head back against the door and let out a moan that sounded disturbingly like the ones he'd heard in the few pornos he'd dared to watch online. He felt Blaine take an almost stumbling step back.
"What? What's wrong?" Kurt asked.
"I shouldn't have done that, I'm so sorry," Blaine stammered, rubbing a hand over his chin, clearly trying to focus.
"Yes, you should have. It... it felt really good," Kurt said, stepping forward and putting his hands on Blaine's bare hips to serve as a tether to bring Blaine back to where they'd been a moment earlier.
"No, I should have asked and-" Kurt shut up him the only way he could think to try and kissed him. It was rough and not nearly long enough and a lot sloppier than they were used to, but he wanted Blaine to know just how okay with things he really was.
"You've been amazing with me, and I appreciate it so much. But, I'm ready to do more."
"More?" Blaine was clearly still having trouble focusing.
"More," Kurt said, sliding a thumb up and over one of Blaine's freaking impossibly hot and defined hip bones before slipping it just barely beneath the waistband of his jeans to emphasize the point. He moved away to sit on the bed, but thought better of it at the last minute. With hurried, jerking movements, Kurt pulled the golden duvet down and settled in on top of the sheets. He really thought for a minute that Blaine's beautiful hazel eyes were actually going to bug out of their sockets. In a matter of seconds, Blaine was climbing over Kurt, easing him onto his back as he kissed him hungrily and gently lowered himself until they were pressed up against each other again.
Now that it was planned and not accidental, Blaine made no efforts to hide his arousal and in fact ground down into Kurt almost immediately, an action that Kurt wasted no time in reciprocating by bucking up his hips to deliciously counter the movement. Blaine let out a little strangled moan into Kurt's neck that Kurt wanted to record and use as his ring tone for the rest of his life.
It was really happening. Kurt was really making out shirtless on his bed with his boyfriend, and Blaine's really hard erection was really magnificently rubbing against Kurt's hip. The pressure and friction was too much, and he knew that he was going to come in his pants if he didn't stop. Would that be weird? Would Blaine freak out and think that he was pathetic for coming so soon?
Oh.
That was different.
Shifting almost imperceptibly above Kurt, Blaine's hips came down again, but this time Blaine's dick (and God, Kurt really hated that word, but that was what it was. It was Blaine's dick and it was hard for him) was rubbing against his own.
Blaine's dick. Was rubbing. Against his own.
Oh.
Mere seconds earlier, Kurt had been thinking about how great making out shirtless was. Forget that. Why hadn't they been doing this every day since, oh, the first time Kurt had laid eyes on Blaine on the stairs at Dalton. Seriously.
"Kurt, we need to stop," Blaine groaned above him after ripping his lips from Kurt's.
"No," Kurt practically whined, hooking his ankles around the backs of Blaine's thighs and yanking him even closer. His hips were moving of their own volition, constantly shifting up and down against Blaine's. A slow burn started to snake its way through his entire body, tingling and singeing to the tips of his fingers and toes. With a bit of struggling against Kurt's tightly locked ankles, Blaine managed to rise enough that some distance was achieved, creating space that Kurt immediately tried to close by lifting his hips.
"No, we really do."
"Why?" Blaine hesitated. Kurt looked carefully at him. His boyfriend's pupils were dilated so big, his irises were hardly visible. It was insanely hot, and it took everything within Kurt not to just yank him back down again.
"Because if we don't I'm going to..."
"To...?"
"I'm going to have to throw these underwear away."
"...Oh." Kurt thought for just a moment, about a million things running through his head, but eventually, he told his stupid brain to just shut up again. It was time to think less and do more. "I thought that was kind of the point."
Blaine intensely held his gaze for a beat before dropping back down against Kurt, feeling even harder than before. But it wasn't enough. Just feeling the rock-hardness through the denim wasn't enough. Kurt's hands deftly moved to the button of Blaine's jeans which he tried to smoothly pop open. Yeah, not so much luck there.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to take your pants off. Are they sewn shut?" Kurt asked, all of his concentration now devoted to working that stupid button through its freaking stupid hole.
"You don't have to. What we're doing is fine," Blaine said, ducking his head down to give Kurt a lingering kiss. He didn't want Kurt to take his pants off. Well, that was embarrassing. Kurt dropped his hands and wished that the mattress would swallow him whole. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? I was trying to take my boyfriend's pants off for the first time and he doesn't want me to, that's what's wrong," Kurt spat, clenching his eyes shut. God, it was amazing how quickly a beautiful moment could shatter. Blaine shifted until he was lying next to Kurt, and he reached out to trail a hand over Kurt's stomach.
"I want you to," Blaine said softly, his hand gliding over Kurt's smooth skin, "It's just that we've hardly gotten to do anything since we started dating, and I want to make sure that we're not just getting wrapped up in the moment and that we're really ready."
"I think we are. I mean, I know that I am. But if you're not, it's okay, and we can just keep doing what we're doing, but these are really expensive pants and-" Kurt babbled until Blaine cut him off with a throaty laugh.
"God, I love you, Kurt," he said. Kurt's heart skipped at least one beat. Maybe two. Probably three.
"You do? I mean..." Kurt blurted, squeezing his eyes shut for a minute to get himself under control, "I mean, I love you, too."
"You don't have to say it back if you don't want to. I just wanted to let you know. And I'm not just saying it so you'll finish taking my pants off," Blaine added hurriedly. Now it was Kurt's turn to laugh.
"I love you, Blaine. And I would have taken off your pants even if you hadn't said it," Kurt said, his hands resuming their previous efforts and actually succeeding. He wanted to celebrate, but then Blaine was kissing him and that was that. When he moved on to the zipper, Kurt took a moment to press his palm into the bulge he'd been writhing against. Blaine paused from the gentle suction he'd been very distractingly applying to Kurt's collarbone to give it a gentle nip that went straight to Kurt's dick.
"You can still back out," Blaine whispered, but he was bucking a little against Kurt's now insistent rubs in a way that told Kurt what he meant to say was "You can still back out, but pleasepleaseplease don't."
"You remember how badly I wanted to win Regionals?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah," Blaine said between kisses placed to the side of Kurt's throat. God, he was going to have so many hickeys, wasn't he?
"I want this more." Blaine froze, pulled slightly off of the tender and now hypersensitive skin of Kurt's neck and pretty much just breathed the word "Wow" before moving his lips back to Kurt's mouth.
There was something different about this kiss. They'd done pretty much everything in terms of kissing, because since that was all they'd been able to do, they'd taken the craft very seriously. Kurt knew that Blaine really liked capturing Kurt's bottom lip in his mouth, because he always made this adorable little mewling noise when he did it, and Kurt really liked when he could feel Blaine's tongue gently swipe across his lips. But now there was pretty much just tongue and moaning and Kurt's hand still palming Blaine's hard-on. That part was definitely new, but something else was, too.
When Kurt realized what it was, he felt a flush spread like wildfire across his normally pale skin. Their tongues weren't just caressing each other's, Blaine's tongue was actually thrusting against Kurt's.
Thrusting.
Blaine's pants were so stupid. Why in the hell was he still wearing them?
Why weren't they nudists?
Kurt finally managed to convince his hand to stop rubbing Blaine since touching him without all of those clothes in the way was going to be so much better. So, he pulled down the zipper and immediately set to work shoving Blaine's pants over his hips. Blaine helped him out by standing to kick them off, but when Kurt reached for the band of Blaine's boxer briefs, Blaine stopped him. Kurt was so busy staring at the incredibly prominent outline of Blaine's erection through his underwear that he almost missed Blaine speaking.
"You first," Blaine smiled, grabbing one of Kurt's hands and pulling him to his feet. The already constricting nature of Kurt's pants was making him pretty much miserable by that point when he really took the time to think about it. But, if he was forced to be honest with himself, he really hadn't been thinking about it much because his gorgeous boyfriend was mostly naked and that was clearly more important.
Kurt felt a lot better when he saw that Blaine's hands were shaking a little as he worked to get Kurt's pants down. His boyfriend was usually so sure of himself and confident that it was nice to see that he was in fact a human capable of getting nervous.
"I'd give you a hard time for wearing such tight pants, but I don't want to discourage you from wearing them again," Blaine laughed a little to himself. Kurt bent down in an attempt to yank them off his ankles, but in his rush, he lost his balance and went tumbling onto the mattress.
"Oh my god," he groaned with embarrassment, his hands flying to cover his face. Blaine was laughing so hard, and Kurt again wished that his mattress would just do him a favor and eat him alive. There he was, hard as a rock in his underwear, flopped sideways on his bed with his pants stuck on his ankles and his boyfriend laughing at him.
"You are so cute," Blaine said, giving the pants a firm tug and finally liberating Kurt's long legs.
"If by cute you mean painfully awkward and unsexy, then yes, I'm cute."
"No, I mean cute. And if you still think you're not sexy, then I'm clearly not doing something right," Blaine said, climbing back onto the bed beside Kurt and stroking a hand up one of Kurt's legs from ankle to the edge of his black briefs, "I like these."
Kurt swallowed hard and tried to smile. He wanted to. He always smiled when Blaine complimented him because he was so sweet and adorable and perfect. But, right now he couldn't. He couldn't because for some reason his face wouldn't let him. It probably had something to do with the fact that his eyes didn't want to stop staring at Blaine's own underwear and fantasizing about what was straining against them, but he couldn't return the compliment Blaine had just paid him.
Kurt had always thought that boxer briefs were sexy, but all he could think about was getting them off. Because, as he'd come to realize, clothes were stupid. Especially ones that were covering Blaine, because damn. His legs were so muscular, probably from the spastic dancing he did all the time, and Kurt was certainly not going to complain. Ever. Because damn. He really did have the hottest boyfriend on the face of the planet.
"Okay, those need to go," Kurt said, reaching for the waistband of Blaine's underwear. With only minimal struggling, they got them off, and then Blaine was naked.
Naked.
"Wow..." Kurt trailed off, unable to move his gaze, because, well, there it was. Blaine was fully hard, his dick straining toward his stomach.
"Kurt, are you okay? Is something wrong?" Blaine asked, looking down at himself. Oh no, he thought that there was something wrong with him.
"God no," Kurt breathed, "I'm just..."
"Freaking out?"
"A little bit. I just... have no idea what I'm doing and I kind of just realized that," Kurt said, his gaze still transfixed by the penis that was very clearly waiting to be touched by him.
"Come here," Blaine said throatily, taking Kurt's hand and pulling him close, "Let's lay down."
That was enough to break Kurt out of the fog he'd settled into. Instead of lying on his side like Blaine had been intending, he pushed his boyfriend onto his back and straddled his lap. This had been his idea, after all, and he'd jerked off enough times to know what he was about to do to Blaine would entail, so he really needed to stop being scared. He leaned in to kiss Blaine hard on the mouth while he traced his fingertips across Blaine's stomach. He felt hands on his thighs, roaming and squeezing and being completely distracting.
"God you have sexy legs," Blaine breathed, arching up into Kurt just a little, trying to get some friction, "I've wanted to see them for so long."
"I'm going to touch you now, okay?" Kurt asked.
"Totally okay."
Blaine's jaw was set in anticipation, and Kurt placed a few light kisses to Blaine's throat as he slowly slid his hand up Blaine's hip until he was there. Tentatively, he wrapped his fingers around Blaine's dick. It was warm and the weight of it in Kurt's hand was so much different than when he touched himself. Gulping down the huge lump of trepidation in his throat, he slowly drug his hand up to the tip. Blaine sucked in a deep breath that he didn't release right away, not until Kurt had swiped his thumb experimentally over the impossibly smooth tip. Then, it came out in a hiss.
That was a good sign, right?
Kurt used the bit of precome he'd gathered with his thumb and smoothed it down the underside of Blaine's erection. No, his cock. Kurt hated that word even more than he hated the word dick, and yet it just worked now. Maybe it was a penis until you saw one, and then a dick until you touched one, and then it became a cock.
Cock. Cock. Cock.
Blaine's cock.
"Kurt," Blaine moaned, making the mistake of trying to speak just as Kurt slid his hand up again. Then, whatever the rest of his intended words had been were reduced to something along the lines of "Hngg" and he jerked his hips up instead.
"Yes?" Kurt asked, finally feeling brave enough to sit back and actually look at what he was doing. His hand looked so pale next to the Blaine's swollen erection, and the sight of it pumping up and down was mesmerizing. And hot. If it was possible for him to get even harder than he already was, then Kurt just got harder.
Okay, it was possible. And painful.
He tried to adjust himself in his briefs, but wound up biting back a moan from the brief contact and tried to focus every fiber of his attention back on Blaine.
"Feels so good, I just... I need more," Blaine said, his hips jerking again.
"You want me to go faster?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow but not stopping the relentless movement of his hand. Blaine opened and closed his mouth a few times, either trying to find the words or just making sure that his jaw still worked. "Blaine?" Finally, he wrapped a hand around Kurt's wrist to still his movements and took a deep breath.
"I couldn't tell you my last name when you're doing that," Blaine gasped, laughing a little and still not relinquishing his hold on Kurt's wrist.
"What did you want me to do differently?"
"I can show you better than I can tell you," Blaine said. Kurt gave him a questioning look and settled back on his heels. Jerking off for each other wasn't exactly how he'd thought that the afternoon would go, but it didn't sound unappealing and- OH.
Blaine pulled Kurt forward until they had switched positions. Biting a little on his bottom lip in a way that honestly should have been illegal, Blaine slowly started to drag Kurt's underwear down, taking care to run his fingers along the sides of Kurt's legs the entire way. "Seriously, your legs are killing me."
Once the briefs were discarded carelessly over Blaine's shoulder, his eyes flew to Kurt's own straining hard-on. As Kurt watched Blaine take him in, his mouth dropped open. While staring at Kurt's cock, Blaine licked his lips.
Licked. His. Lips.
"I have the hottest boyfriend on the face of the planet," Blaine uttered, sounding a little dazed and a lot turned on as he repeated the statement that Kurt had thought just a few moments earlier, making Kurt simultaneously want to grin and sob with happiness. Blaine didn't waste any time, just reached forward and firmly grasped Kurt in his hand.
"Ohmygod," Kurt whimpered. Yes, this time he was forced to admit that he was actually the one making the pathetic noise. But in his own defense, he'd just been really touched for the first time, and he thought that probably made it okay. And if it didn't, fuck it.
The way Blaine was pumping him was so different than the way Kurt touched himself. Blaine's grip was tighter and every single time he slid his hand up Kurt's shaft, he twisted just a little under the head. By the fifth pump, Kurt was gripping onto the sheets and fighting the urge to just buck up into Blaine's hand. Every millimeter of movement added to the fiery spiral that had now seemed to root itself right at the tip of Kurt's dick.
Kurt couldn't help but wonder if this was exactly how Blaine did it when he was alone, because that's what Kurt had been doing to Blaine. Blaine seemed to prefer a little more pressure, which Kurt had never particularly gravitated toward when by himself, but now that Blaine was doing it to him, he could definitely see the appeal. The thought of Blaine sprawled out on his bed, naked and panting with his hand on his cock and Kurt's name on his lips was beyond hot and sent a shock of liquid hot pleasure straight through him.
The temperature in the room shot up about a million degrees when Blaine's hand started to move faster. Kurt's heart was thudding so loud he was pretty sure that Blaine could hear it, and his toes were trying to dig their way into the mattress. He wanted so badly to say something to let Blaine know how fucking amazing everything felt or how much he loved him or, well, anything really, but all he could do at the moment was moan and breathe heavily, so he just settled for that. Not stopping the movement of his hand, Blaine moved until he could kiss Kurt.
Every inch of Kurt's body was humming, completely awash with arousal and heat and it felt like Blaine was everywhere and yet at the same time he still wasn't close enough, touching enough, feeling enough. Again, Kurt tried to speak, but all that came out was a string of babbling words that sounded like "OhmygodBlaineI'msocloseItfeelssogoodOhmygod" or something equally embarrassing.
Kurt was pretty sure that if he didn't come in the next five seconds, he was going to die. It would be a sweet death, yes, one full of sexiness and his boyfriend's breath hot against his neck and cock hard against his leg, but Kurt wasn't ready to die. Thankfully, all the telltale signs were there, all the familiar tingles and surges and twitches, and he tried to warn Blaine that it was about to happen. Really, he did.
But then Blaine dipped his head to drag the flat of his tongue across Kurt's nipple and that did it.
Stars exploded on the backs of Kurt's eyelids as his entire world imploded around him, all sounds sucked out of the room and every sensation gone except for the feeling of Blaine's hand pumping him through his really intense orgasm. His entire body was rigid, and he was acutely aware of the precise moment that Blaine removed his hand.
"Kurt? Are you okay? You haven't breathed for a really long time," Blaine said, his hand falling hot and heavy on Kurt's hip.
Oh, right. Breathing. That was something Kurt was supposed to do.
The breath Kurt's lungs had been waiting for sucked in with a hoarse gasp, and with it, he finally came back to reality. His hand moved to cover Blaine's. Finally, he opened his eyes, finding that Blaine was looking intensely down at him.
"Wow," Kurt said, eventually looking down at himself, namely at the insane amount of come streaking across his stomach. Blaine slid up the mattress and draped an arm across Kurt's chest, immediately pressing a kiss to his jaw. "That was amazing."
"Yeah?"
Kurt tried to answer, but only a little satisfied grunt came out. Blaine laughed and placed kiss to the side of Kurt's neck, this one with a little suction. Now that he was starting to regain feeling in his limbs, Kurt could again feel Blaine's hardness pressing against his side. He still had work to do.
"Just give me one second," Kurt breathed, leaning over to snag a Kleenex from the box on his bedside table. With a few hurried swipes and much less care than he normally took, Kurt cleaned off his stomach. There was something that he really wanted to say to Blaine, but wasn't sure he could get the words out. They sounded so filthy in his head, he didn't know how he could possibly make them come out of his mouth. But when he looked down at Blaine with his blown pupils and his mouth all swollen from the attacks it was making on Kurt's neck, the words just slipped out. "I don't think I've ever come that hard before."
Blaine didn't respond, just stopped himself from putting probably the fiftieth hickey of the day on Kurt's skin and dove straight into a deep kiss. It was almost all tongue and was so incredibly desperate that it snapped Kurt out of his post-orgasm haze and made him want to return the favor so fervently he could hardly get his hand on Blaine fast enough. Now that he knew what Blaine liked, he got right to work.
Blaine collapsed back onto the mattress, his legs dropping open as Kurt climbed between them. He was so glad that Blaine had taken the lead there for a moment. Kurt surely would have been able to get the job done, but it was much better knowing what Blaine really liked, because he wanted this to be amazing for Blaine. He was the best, most understanding and patient and amazing boyfriend Kurt could imagine, and he deserved an orgasm to remember.
The positioning wasn't good, though. Blaine wasn't close enough. Kurt wanted to be pressed up against him. So, without stopping his deliberate and hopefully effective pumping, he climbed to Blaine's side and laid down. Blaine turned his head and gave Kurt such a hazy, lust-filled look that the few seconds it took for their lips to meet felt like an eternity. An awful, kissless eternity.
When Blaine reached out to fist a hand in Kurt's hair, moaning so fiercely that if Kurt had been physically capable of getting hard again already, the sound alone would have sent him there, Kurt got the hint. He sped up his movements, every so often pausing to smooth his thumb over the tip, something that Blaine seemed to be a big fan of. Each time Kurt did it, Blaine would moan again, all guttural and needy with a little bit of whine mixed in. It turned out that Blaine was actually kind of noisy in bed. It was beyond hot.
Little by little, Blaine's body tensed until he was grasping hard onto Kurt's neck and shoulders and babbling a seemingly never-ending stream of both obscenities and sweet nothings that Kurt tried to keep up with. His previously gentlemanly and endlessly dapper boyfriend was turning into a steaming pile of smut under his hand.
"Fuck that feels amazing. Oh my god, Kurt, I love you so much," Blaine said, finishing up his stream of consciousness rambling before pressing his swollen lips against Kurt's. It was then that he felt Blaine's entire body go stiff and his mouth tore away. "Shit."
Kurt pulled back, because he really wanted to see this. He wanted to watch Blaine come all over his stomach and Kurt's hand. Not even a half hour earlier, Kurt had never done anything beyond kissing and now he was practically salivating at the pornographic sight in front of him? Time sure was flying, and Kurt wasn't going to be the one to complain. Neither was Blaine, because he was too busy moaning and swearing and gripping his fingers tight into Kurt's skin.
Kurt gently stroked Blaine until he was finished. Without taking his eyes off of his panting boyfriend, eyes squeezed shut and trying to regain his focus on reality, Kurt reached over to grab the box of Kleenex.
"How're you doing?" Kurt asked as he softly swiped the mess from Blaine's stomach. Blaine continued to lay there for a moment before cracking up laughing, reaching out to grip onto Kurt's wrist to still his movements.
"I'm awful," he laughed, clearly a little delirious, "Are you kidding me? Get down here." Kurt let out a little "Oof" as Blaine yanked him back down, placing several sweet and chaste kisses to his mouth.
"I can't believe we just did that," Kurt whispered, unable to suppress the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"You can't?" Blaine asked, "It's pretty much all I've been able to think about every single time we've made out."
"Really?"
"You have no idea."
"Actually, I do," Kurt grinned, nuzzling his nose into the sensitive skin beneath Blaine's ear, prompting him to shiver and pull Kurt even closer.
"Yeah? Anything else you've thought about?" Blaine was trying to sound innocently curious, but given the circumstances and their compromising positioning, his efforts were laughable.
"I guess you'll just have to wait and see."
The sun was shining in the through the window, and they still had hours before anyone would be home. Deciding that the day had room for just one more first, Kurt pulled the sheet over their bodies and they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Naked.
Because clothes were just so stupid.
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