Kurt/Blaine: Intentional Delay (NC-17)
Title: Intentional Delay
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,951
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Public sex. Rimming.
Original Prompt: Kurt and Blaine have a one hour layover before their flight to NYC… by the ever lovely Abbykadabbra :D
A/N: Originally posted to my Tumblr. This is a one-shot prompt fill that is not related to my 'verse. :)
Gorgeous banner made by the lovely kayoko . :)
“I am never letting you make our travel arrangements again,” Kurt snipped, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes and sighing dramatically for additional effect.
“It saved us over five hundred dollars to take this flight,” Blaine explained. Again. Actually, it was about the fiftieth time he’d explained himself since making the reservations.
“Yes, and taking this flight meant that we had to take the other flight to get here. Two flights just to get from Columbus to New York,” Kurt grumbled.
“It isn’t so bad,” Blaine said, “You have a stack of new magazines in your carry-on that you could read.”
“I’m too tired to read,” Kurt said, closing his eyes as if that proved his point somehow.
“You are not,” Blaine laughed, “When you get really tired you rub your nose a lot.”
“I absolutely do not.”
“You do and it’s adorable.” They settled into a comfortable silence, Blaine reading something for school on his Kindle and Kurt looking around the terminal. Several minutes passed before Kurt huffed and turned in his seat to face Blaine.
“We are the only people here. No one else is insane enough to be traveling at this time of night.”
“You’re choosing to view our isolation as a bad thing, but I think it’s a real advantage,” Blaine said.
“And how is that?”
“Remember that list we made?” Blaine asked. Kurt thought for a moment before his eyes widened.
“We are not having sex on that plane, Blaine. I made my opinions on that matter perfectly clear,” Kurt whispered even though there was no one around to hear them. The only other person nearby was the girl standing at their gate, but even she was half-asleep and playing on her cell phone.
“Yes, you did. That’s not what I’m talking about, though,” Blaine said, “We agreed that we would both find having sex in public hot, but that we were a little nervous about it. I think that we have a perfect opportunity on our hands here. The odds of being caught are slim to none, but it’s still in public.”
“You want to have sex right here in the middle of the airport?” Kurt asked, “I’m not in the mood, Blaine. I have plane filth all over me.”
“You wouldn’t be in the mood even if I told you that I’ve been hard ever since we sat down here? That I’ve been imagining it and thinking about nothing but shoving you up against a bathroom stall wall and fucking you until you can’t even properly form words anymore?”
“I can always properly form words during sex,” Kurt rolled his eyes.
“You called me Blngggg the other night.”
“I did not,” Kurt said, blushing because he knew he definitely had.
“You did, and it’s okay. I liked it. I love that I’m the only person who can make you come unruffled like that. And all I want to do right now is make you feel that way right over there,” Blaine told Kurt, pointing toward the men’s room across the hall and watching as Kurt’s gaze moved there as well. “What do you say? We still have forty-five minutes to kill.”
“Are you going to shut up about it until I agree?”
“Probably not,” Blaine grinned.
“Fine. But only because no one could possibly catch us except for her or the custodian I saw who I’m pretty sure used to play the Cryptkeeper.” Blaine laughed loudly and stood, grabbing his carry-on and waiting until Kurt followed suit.
“I love you, Kurt Hummel,” Blaine said, rocking forward on his toes in order to sneak a kiss onto Kurt’s cheek.
“You’re lucky I love you, too,” Kurt said. His words sounded stern, but the slight upward tugging at the corners of his mouth spoke volumes.
Together, they crossed the open space. Kurt’s heart thumped against his ribs as the reality of the situation started to sink in, but Blaine was just excited. He linked his free arm through Kurt’s and leaned in close, resting his head against Kurt’s shoulder as they walked.
As soon as they were in the bathroom, Blaine took charge. He led the way to the handicapped stall where they would have more room for their bags and shoved Kurt against the white tile covered wall as soon as their carry-ons were settled in on the ground. Kurt let out a little “Oof!” as his back collided with the hard surface, but Blaine made quick work of silencing him.
He wasted no time in opening his mouth, his lips capturing Kurt’s over and over as their hips ground together. It wasn’t the time for sweet nothings and meaningful caresses. Lack of people aside, they were still doing this in public and nothing about it should be lackadaisical. When Kurt’s tongue darted into his mouth, needy and insistent, Blaine tried to choke back a moan.
“This is much hotter than it should be given where it’s taking place,” Kurt said, shooting a pointed glare at the toilet. Blaine grabbed Kurt’s chin in his hands and pulled it back to him, sucking roughly on his bottom lip and pulling Kurt’s zipper down.
“I’m going to make this so good for you,” Blaine whispered, popping open the button at the top of Kurt’s jeans so he could finally reach inside to palm Kurt’s already hard cock. Just the feeling of it, nothing between him and that perfect cock but one thin layer of designer briefs, made Blaine even harder and sent a pleasant shudder through him.
“Oh god,” Kurt moaned, trying to hold it in but failing.
“Shh,” Blaine warned, gripping Kurt’s dick with a little more pressure, prompting Kurt to buck forward into his grasp, “You need to be quiet or I’ll have to stop.”
“Stop teasing me then,” Kurt gritted out through his teeth. Blaine removed his hand and smirked at the whimper that escaped Kurt at the loss of sensation.
“Turn around,” Blaine breathed into Kurt’s ear. As Kurt turned in place, shoving his pants and underwear down to his knees once he was facing the wall, Blaine dug in the outside pocket of his carry-on until he found the two things he was looking for. When he turned on the balls of his feet and found himself face-to-face with Kurt’s bare ass, he couldn’t help himself.
He dropped to his knees and pressed a hand into each of Kurt’s ass cheeks, shoving the bottle of lube into one and the condom into the other as he spread them apart and pressed his tongue against Kurt’s asshole.
“Blaine,” Kurt struggled out, his voice about an octave higher than usual as his hips pressed back against Blaine’s mouth, begging without any more words being shared.
Blaine happily obliged, dragging his tongue in several hot, wet circles while he coated one finger with lube. Only once his finger was ready did he remove his tongue, immediately replacing it with his middle finger. He pushed it slowly inside, giving Kurt ample time to adjust to the sensation.
“More. Please, Blaine,” Kurt breathed, bracing himself on the wall with one forearm that he immediately leaned his head against. Blaine added a second finger and was about to add a third when Kurt reached behind with one hand and started flailing it into the open air. “Just do it. Please.”
Blaine nodded even though Kurt couldn’t see. He knew that he should have spent more time preparing Kurt for what was about to happen, but his dick was so hard and Kurt looked so amazing spread open against the wall, and the thrill of someone walking in at any minute was so exciting that he couldn’t do anything but oblige his boyfriend.
He stood and quickly rolled on the condom, putting a little extra lube on himself and trying not to moan at the sensation of his hand before tossing it back on top of his bag. With his feet, he nudged Kurt’s feet farther apart until he could comfortably place his on the inside of Kurt’s. He lined himself up, trembling with excitement and arousal, and slowly pushed inside.
He leaned forward and bit down hard on Kurt’s shoulder until he was fully sheathed inside of Kurt. They both took a moment to calm themselves down, breathing heavily and just enjoying the sensation of closeness. Kurt was so tight and hot around Blaine’s dick that it finally became overwhelming. He had to move, and from the squirming Kurt had started to do, he needed Blaine to move, too.
“You feel so amazing,” Blaine breathed in Kurt’s ear as he pulled back only to thrust forward again. Hard. “So tight.”
“Touch me,” Kurt moaned.
Blaine wrapped his left arm around Kurt’s chest, dragging one finger repeatedly across one of Kurt’s incredibly sensitive nipples through his shirt, and dropped his right until he could wrap his hand firmly around Kurt’s cock. He drug his thumb over Kurt’s slit, spreading the precome around as he thrust over and over at a rhythm much faster than they were used to. It felt so good, though, and the moans vibrating through Kurt’s chest said that he felt the same way.
A voice sounded from outside of the bathroom and Blaine froze, buried deep inside of Kurt but still pumping his dick slowly as they both listened.
“Is someone in here?” the voice asked again.
“Yes,” Blaine said, giving Kurt’s dick a particularly forceful tug as he spoke. Kurt hissed and clenched hard on Blaine’s cock in retaliation.
“Okay. I’ll come back to clean later,” the disembodied voice said again.
Blaine counted to fifteen, waiting until the custodian had moved on, and then started up his thrusts again. He dropped the hand that had been teasing Kurt’s nipple and used it to angle Kurt’s hips in a variety of ways until Kurt was moaning and collapsing forward onto the wall. Once he found the spot, he didn’t once move. He just pounded in over and over, the sound of skin slapping skin impossibly loud in the big echoing space.
“Close. Oh my guh,” Kurt choked out, and it didn’t take three more hard pumps of his cock before he was stilling and stiffening and crying out against his forearm. Blaine focused all of his energy on coming even though he could have drug it out for much longer. Soon after, he was pulsing inside of Kurt’s ass, his fingers gripping into Kurt’s skin and his mouth closed in on Kurt’s shoulder, biting the fabric as he groaned.
“Oh god,” Blaine moaned once he’d come back to reality. He pulled out carefully and quickly flushed the condom. Kurt turned without pulling up his pants and leaned against the wall.
“Wow,” Kurt said, pressing one hand to his cheek as the other smoothed his hair. His face was flushed, his lips slightly parted. Blaine just couldn’t help himself as he pressed his mouth against Kurt’s, all lazy tongues and tugging lips as their heartbeats slowed.
“I love you so much,” Blaine said.
“I love you, too,” Kurt grinned, “I can’t believe you had lube in your carry-on, though.”
“I’m always prepared. I was a Boy Scout, you know.”
“And yet you still can’t properly plan a flight schedule,” Kurt said, heaving one more deep breath before pulling up his pants.
“You still think that I did this without thinking about the consequences?”
“You planned this?” Kurt asked, his eyes wide as he bent to pick up his bag.
“I might have,” Blaine smirked, “Still mad at me?” Kurt pretended to think it over as he opened the stall’s door.
“I don’t know. Ask me again once you make me come mid-flight and we’ll see.”
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,951
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Public sex. Rimming.
Original Prompt: Kurt and Blaine have a one hour layover before their flight to NYC… by the ever lovely Abbykadabbra :D
A/N: Originally posted to my Tumblr. This is a one-shot prompt fill that is not related to my 'verse. :)
Gorgeous banner made by the lovely kayoko . :)
“I am never letting you make our travel arrangements again,” Kurt snipped, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes and sighing dramatically for additional effect.
“It saved us over five hundred dollars to take this flight,” Blaine explained. Again. Actually, it was about the fiftieth time he’d explained himself since making the reservations.
“Yes, and taking this flight meant that we had to take the other flight to get here. Two flights just to get from Columbus to New York,” Kurt grumbled.
“It isn’t so bad,” Blaine said, “You have a stack of new magazines in your carry-on that you could read.”
“I’m too tired to read,” Kurt said, closing his eyes as if that proved his point somehow.
“You are not,” Blaine laughed, “When you get really tired you rub your nose a lot.”
“I absolutely do not.”
“You do and it’s adorable.” They settled into a comfortable silence, Blaine reading something for school on his Kindle and Kurt looking around the terminal. Several minutes passed before Kurt huffed and turned in his seat to face Blaine.
“We are the only people here. No one else is insane enough to be traveling at this time of night.”
“You’re choosing to view our isolation as a bad thing, but I think it’s a real advantage,” Blaine said.
“And how is that?”
“Remember that list we made?” Blaine asked. Kurt thought for a moment before his eyes widened.
“We are not having sex on that plane, Blaine. I made my opinions on that matter perfectly clear,” Kurt whispered even though there was no one around to hear them. The only other person nearby was the girl standing at their gate, but even she was half-asleep and playing on her cell phone.
“Yes, you did. That’s not what I’m talking about, though,” Blaine said, “We agreed that we would both find having sex in public hot, but that we were a little nervous about it. I think that we have a perfect opportunity on our hands here. The odds of being caught are slim to none, but it’s still in public.”
“You want to have sex right here in the middle of the airport?” Kurt asked, “I’m not in the mood, Blaine. I have plane filth all over me.”
“You wouldn’t be in the mood even if I told you that I’ve been hard ever since we sat down here? That I’ve been imagining it and thinking about nothing but shoving you up against a bathroom stall wall and fucking you until you can’t even properly form words anymore?”
“I can always properly form words during sex,” Kurt rolled his eyes.
“You called me Blngggg the other night.”
“I did not,” Kurt said, blushing because he knew he definitely had.
“You did, and it’s okay. I liked it. I love that I’m the only person who can make you come unruffled like that. And all I want to do right now is make you feel that way right over there,” Blaine told Kurt, pointing toward the men’s room across the hall and watching as Kurt’s gaze moved there as well. “What do you say? We still have forty-five minutes to kill.”
“Are you going to shut up about it until I agree?”
“Probably not,” Blaine grinned.
“Fine. But only because no one could possibly catch us except for her or the custodian I saw who I’m pretty sure used to play the Cryptkeeper.” Blaine laughed loudly and stood, grabbing his carry-on and waiting until Kurt followed suit.
“I love you, Kurt Hummel,” Blaine said, rocking forward on his toes in order to sneak a kiss onto Kurt’s cheek.
“You’re lucky I love you, too,” Kurt said. His words sounded stern, but the slight upward tugging at the corners of his mouth spoke volumes.
Together, they crossed the open space. Kurt’s heart thumped against his ribs as the reality of the situation started to sink in, but Blaine was just excited. He linked his free arm through Kurt’s and leaned in close, resting his head against Kurt’s shoulder as they walked.
As soon as they were in the bathroom, Blaine took charge. He led the way to the handicapped stall where they would have more room for their bags and shoved Kurt against the white tile covered wall as soon as their carry-ons were settled in on the ground. Kurt let out a little “Oof!” as his back collided with the hard surface, but Blaine made quick work of silencing him.
He wasted no time in opening his mouth, his lips capturing Kurt’s over and over as their hips ground together. It wasn’t the time for sweet nothings and meaningful caresses. Lack of people aside, they were still doing this in public and nothing about it should be lackadaisical. When Kurt’s tongue darted into his mouth, needy and insistent, Blaine tried to choke back a moan.
“This is much hotter than it should be given where it’s taking place,” Kurt said, shooting a pointed glare at the toilet. Blaine grabbed Kurt’s chin in his hands and pulled it back to him, sucking roughly on his bottom lip and pulling Kurt’s zipper down.
“I’m going to make this so good for you,” Blaine whispered, popping open the button at the top of Kurt’s jeans so he could finally reach inside to palm Kurt’s already hard cock. Just the feeling of it, nothing between him and that perfect cock but one thin layer of designer briefs, made Blaine even harder and sent a pleasant shudder through him.
“Oh god,” Kurt moaned, trying to hold it in but failing.
“Shh,” Blaine warned, gripping Kurt’s dick with a little more pressure, prompting Kurt to buck forward into his grasp, “You need to be quiet or I’ll have to stop.”
“Stop teasing me then,” Kurt gritted out through his teeth. Blaine removed his hand and smirked at the whimper that escaped Kurt at the loss of sensation.
“Turn around,” Blaine breathed into Kurt’s ear. As Kurt turned in place, shoving his pants and underwear down to his knees once he was facing the wall, Blaine dug in the outside pocket of his carry-on until he found the two things he was looking for. When he turned on the balls of his feet and found himself face-to-face with Kurt’s bare ass, he couldn’t help himself.
He dropped to his knees and pressed a hand into each of Kurt’s ass cheeks, shoving the bottle of lube into one and the condom into the other as he spread them apart and pressed his tongue against Kurt’s asshole.
“Blaine,” Kurt struggled out, his voice about an octave higher than usual as his hips pressed back against Blaine’s mouth, begging without any more words being shared.
Blaine happily obliged, dragging his tongue in several hot, wet circles while he coated one finger with lube. Only once his finger was ready did he remove his tongue, immediately replacing it with his middle finger. He pushed it slowly inside, giving Kurt ample time to adjust to the sensation.
“More. Please, Blaine,” Kurt breathed, bracing himself on the wall with one forearm that he immediately leaned his head against. Blaine added a second finger and was about to add a third when Kurt reached behind with one hand and started flailing it into the open air. “Just do it. Please.”
Blaine nodded even though Kurt couldn’t see. He knew that he should have spent more time preparing Kurt for what was about to happen, but his dick was so hard and Kurt looked so amazing spread open against the wall, and the thrill of someone walking in at any minute was so exciting that he couldn’t do anything but oblige his boyfriend.
He stood and quickly rolled on the condom, putting a little extra lube on himself and trying not to moan at the sensation of his hand before tossing it back on top of his bag. With his feet, he nudged Kurt’s feet farther apart until he could comfortably place his on the inside of Kurt’s. He lined himself up, trembling with excitement and arousal, and slowly pushed inside.
He leaned forward and bit down hard on Kurt’s shoulder until he was fully sheathed inside of Kurt. They both took a moment to calm themselves down, breathing heavily and just enjoying the sensation of closeness. Kurt was so tight and hot around Blaine’s dick that it finally became overwhelming. He had to move, and from the squirming Kurt had started to do, he needed Blaine to move, too.
“You feel so amazing,” Blaine breathed in Kurt’s ear as he pulled back only to thrust forward again. Hard. “So tight.”
“Touch me,” Kurt moaned.
Blaine wrapped his left arm around Kurt’s chest, dragging one finger repeatedly across one of Kurt’s incredibly sensitive nipples through his shirt, and dropped his right until he could wrap his hand firmly around Kurt’s cock. He drug his thumb over Kurt’s slit, spreading the precome around as he thrust over and over at a rhythm much faster than they were used to. It felt so good, though, and the moans vibrating through Kurt’s chest said that he felt the same way.
A voice sounded from outside of the bathroom and Blaine froze, buried deep inside of Kurt but still pumping his dick slowly as they both listened.
“Is someone in here?” the voice asked again.
“Yes,” Blaine said, giving Kurt’s dick a particularly forceful tug as he spoke. Kurt hissed and clenched hard on Blaine’s cock in retaliation.
“Okay. I’ll come back to clean later,” the disembodied voice said again.
Blaine counted to fifteen, waiting until the custodian had moved on, and then started up his thrusts again. He dropped the hand that had been teasing Kurt’s nipple and used it to angle Kurt’s hips in a variety of ways until Kurt was moaning and collapsing forward onto the wall. Once he found the spot, he didn’t once move. He just pounded in over and over, the sound of skin slapping skin impossibly loud in the big echoing space.
“Close. Oh my guh,” Kurt choked out, and it didn’t take three more hard pumps of his cock before he was stilling and stiffening and crying out against his forearm. Blaine focused all of his energy on coming even though he could have drug it out for much longer. Soon after, he was pulsing inside of Kurt’s ass, his fingers gripping into Kurt’s skin and his mouth closed in on Kurt’s shoulder, biting the fabric as he groaned.
“Oh god,” Blaine moaned once he’d come back to reality. He pulled out carefully and quickly flushed the condom. Kurt turned without pulling up his pants and leaned against the wall.
“Wow,” Kurt said, pressing one hand to his cheek as the other smoothed his hair. His face was flushed, his lips slightly parted. Blaine just couldn’t help himself as he pressed his mouth against Kurt’s, all lazy tongues and tugging lips as their heartbeats slowed.
“I love you so much,” Blaine said.
“I love you, too,” Kurt grinned, “I can’t believe you had lube in your carry-on, though.”
“I’m always prepared. I was a Boy Scout, you know.”
“And yet you still can’t properly plan a flight schedule,” Kurt said, heaving one more deep breath before pulling up his pants.
“You still think that I did this without thinking about the consequences?”
“You planned this?” Kurt asked, his eyes wide as he bent to pick up his bag.
“I might have,” Blaine smirked, “Still mad at me?” Kurt pretended to think it over as he opened the stall’s door.
“I don’t know. Ask me again once you make me come mid-flight and we’ll see.”