The Sandman Cometh 12/?
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Kurt’s interlude
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Kurt drifted awake in the weak sunlight that filled his room. He hummed happily and snuggled into his pillow not quite wanting to wake up and face his Saturday just yet.
As images of his busy week flitted past his eyes, there was one vivid dream that stood out like a memory but it was so ridiculous he knew it had to be a dream. Clearly his subconscious had been plotting with his crush and concocted a fantasy that had simply expanded on the night that Blaine had helped him into his pajamas. Obviously the residual embarrassment that Kurt had felt about that episode hadn’t been enough to keep his over active imagination at bay.
‘There’s so many boys here that would like to eat you up…’ Kurt pouted as the fantasy sequence rolled though his mind again. As if, he thought. Even though Dalton boys were more accepting, no one had shown him any interest other than being his friend, which was fine by him. Just getting through the day in one piece was still a novelty and besides, he was sharing a room with the most handsome boy in school. Right now he wouldn’t dream of asking for more than this.
‘You’re so sexy Kurt and you don’t even know it, do you?’ Kurt smiled and bit his lip as fantasy Blaine spoke to him in a low sexy tone. ‘Are you teasing me?’ Kurt stifled a giggle. He knew his idea of being sexy was ridiculous. How could he possibly tease someone like Blaine?
‘You drive me crazy,’ fantasy Blaine whispered to him.
“Mmm, Blaine,” Kurt moaned into his pillow as he rolled onto his stomach and started to hump against the bed. He imagined being held close, breathing in fantasy Blaine’s scent, lips pressed against his neck, his hand skating over fantasy Blaine’s hard dick, jerking him off.
‘You like that?’ fantasy Blaine asked.
“Yeah,” Kurt whimpered. “Let me touch you….oh, so hard,” he whispered as he rubbed against the mattress furiously. “Uh, Blaine!” he cried weakly as he came, his harsh breathing swallowed by the pillow.
Rolling over, he raised his knees up to keep his wet underwear and pants from hitting the top sheet. Fuck, he thought, I wonder what it would be like to kiss him. He has fantastic lips. Kurt sighed and pushed the blankets back, ready for a shower and breakfast. He shook his head at his masturbatory fodder…like he even knew what someone else’s dick felt like.
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Blaine’s interlude
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“Blaine?”
“Oh. Jeremiah! Wh-what are you doing here?”
“I work here now.”
“At The Gap?”
“Yeah, I figure I can represent their brand better once I’m famous if I know the business from the inside, y’know?”
“Uh, right…Actually, you could help me. I’m looking for white crew neck undershirts.”
“Sure. They’re right over here. Say, you can use my employee discount…if you buy me dinner tonight.”
“Ah, tempting but I’ve got plans. How ‘bout coffee? When’s your break?”
“Make it lunch. I’m off in twenty,” the curly haired blonde remarked as he led the way over to the underwear section. “So, how many of these do you need?” he asked holding up a shirt in my size.
“Hmm, make it a dozen. What? I’m stocking up,” I defended as we headed for the counter with the pile of thin shirts. “Um, meet you at Subway in twenty, then?”
“Benihana’s and don’t be late, short stack.”
I grumbled over the attack on my stature under my breath as I walked out of the store and headed for Macys. Checking my receipt, I realized that he’d given me fifty percent off. Okay, lunch is probably worth it then.
Entering the department store, I found an employee and asked for directions to the kitchenware section.
“Looking for anything in particular today, sir?” The middle aged lady asked me.
“Yes actually. Some sturdy scissors. Y’know, the type that will cut through anything? Yeah, I’ve got a big project on at school.”
“Oh, well, we’ve got just the thing for you, young man. Right this way.”
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Settled on my bed, I waited for the digital camera to transfer the files over to my laptop before I could scroll through them at my leisure.
Golden light from the lamp streamed through Kurt’s hair, making his skin glow with a warmth that made me think his eyes were going to blink open at any moment. I couldn’t stop staring at the photo, enlarging it so his whole face took up my entire display. Brushing my fingertips across the screen, I could feel my cock stiffening in my boxer briefs.
The gentle tip of his head into the pillow as he slept, those petal pink lips pouting slightly, the slip slide of his pale thighs, and the swell of his calves dusted with light brown hairs. I flipped through photo after photo of his body without touching myself, letting my pre-come dribble freely so that a wet spot soon appeared on my grey sweatpants.
There. That’s what I was looking for. My flushed hard cock, wet with his spittle, lying in his lax mouth. I smoothed over my shaft through my pants before clicking to the next shot.
Oh God. Even better! His lips were puckered around my tip where I pulled almost out. I slipped my hand into my underwear and took a hold of my erection, freeing my dick and sac. Pumping slowly, I was hypnotized by soft expression on his face as he took my cock back into his mouth in the next shot. My pace increased as I clicked over to see my dick sunk deep into his throat, his mouth frozen wide in an effort to get a breath.
But it was the last photo that pushed me over the edge, the memory of his convulsing throat and tongue working against my length as I pumped my come down his throat. The shot of his reddened face, beads of sweat dotted across his forehead and top lip as my softening cock was dragged across his bottom lip.
“Ku-urt,” I stuttered out as come dribbled over my fist. Pushing the laptop away, I stroked my way through my orgasm and let my head thunk back against the bedroom wall.
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As I drifted off to sleep, I decided that this coming week I would need to be with Kurt more than once. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too stressed about auditioning for the Warblers and we could get a couple of nights in. I wondered if I could get him to kiss me as he was going under. Those lips…ahh perfection.
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