Manipulate Me, Knead Me, Caress Me (2/?)
Title: Manipulate Me, Knead Me, Caress Me (2/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine/OC
Spoilers: None, AU
Warnings: Age gap, blink-and-you-miss-it comeplay and mention of facials
Word Count: 5696+
Summary: The sequel to Manipulate Me. This story follows sixteen year old Blaine as he looks for another happy ending after his first full body session with his masseuse Kurt. In this part, the Hudmels make an appearance and Blaine cashes in his first Christmas gift card to see Kurt again.
Disclaimer: Aside from the obvious not owning Glee thing, the spa depicted throughout this series is fictional. Any likeness to a real business in the part of the city where this story is set is purely coincidental. Also I am not a doctor and the interwebs talked me through double bypass surgery.
It’s the smell of bleach and sweat that gets to him, Kurt realizes, and the insistent beeping of the heart monitor. He’ll never get used to that noise either but as annoying as the beeping is at least it’s a constant reminder that his Dad, Burt, is still alive.
The past few days had been spent bouncing between the hospital and the family home in Lima with his step-mom, Carole, constantly by his side while his dad recovers from surgery. As disconcerting as it is to drink horrifyingly bitter coffee and sit in uncomfortable chairs for hours waiting for news and his dad’s eyes to open, this time was different. This time was proactive. This time it was good news as the doctors remarked on how well Burt came through the double bypass surgery. This time his dad opened his eyes and squeezed his Kurt’s hand just a couple of hours after the 4 hour long procedure. This time things will be better and there won’t be frenzied phone calls at midnight recounting a second heart attack and CPR efforts. There won’t be frantic pacing in the departure lounge at JFK waiting to board a flight back to Ohio. There won’t be an annoying taxi driver who’s determined to take the scenic route to the hospital. There won’t be a teary race to the ICU waiting room to find Carole wringing her hands looking so small and Finn looking lost. No, this time will be different. It has to be.
He’s distracted from his thoughts when a nurse pops her head through the door of the examination room telling him that the doctor will be along to see him in a few minutes. On top of everything else, Kurt was worried that all the fretting he’d done (and the excessive coffee consumption) over the past 6 months was giving him an ulcer, so he figured that he might as well get a check-up seeing he had time on his hands this week and was already at the hospital.
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As it turns out he’s perfectly healthy and his doctor simply tells him to cut back on coffee and to find ways to relieve stress, perhaps find someone to talk to about the drama of his situation. He knew that leaving his job, friends and apartment behind in New York and moving his life back to Ohio, not matter how temporary, would be stressful but when you factor in his dad’s health and helping out to make sure his dad’s business stays afloat, it’s sometimes a little overwhelming.
Of course, his job as a massage therapist was somewhat helpful in that respect. All that soothing music, calming essential oils and the physicality of the job helped to keep him grounded, even when Mrs Rigby grumbled about the table being too high for her short legs or when his roommates were busy being assholes.
Roommates, ugh, sometimes they too just suck ass and when it came to Sebastian that was literally the case. The walls in their Dublin apartment, on the outskirts of Columbus, were thin; there had been many a squeal from Seb’s latest boy toy that Kurt had attributed to an enthusiastic rimjob being delivered to a squirming new bedmate. On the other hand, at least his bedroom didn’t share a wall with Maxie. She and her boyfriend, Eli, spent as much time having rip-roaring arguments as they did having noisy make-up sex.
It’s not that Kurt hated his roommates, on the contrary actually, they did provide comic relief when the rest of his life seemed like it was falling apart. It’s just he had become unaccustomed to sharing his space after having lived on his own for the past 2 years. Before that though, he’d spent years sharing an apartment with his best friend from high school, the slightly crazed diva Rachel, during their time as students. He had thought that the time on his ‘drama school sentence’ was up but apparently he was a bit of a masochist as here he was sharing a townhouse with two attention-seeking Otterbein students, both of whom were majoring in acting at the Westerville based university, and were more than happy to drag him into whatever squabble, drinking game or rehearsal they were having. It turns out that he had more in common with Sebastian than he cared to admit and although they kept their friendship adversarial, they both had a soft spot for the other - not that you’d get either of them to say that out loud. OK, so maybe having roommates is not so bad after all.
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Carole loads up the car with the flowers, get well cards and magazines her husband’s collected over the past week. With Burt safely ensconced in the front seat already, they head home.
“You look tired honey”, she says glancing over at Burt during the drive.
“It’s just a relief to be going home. A week in that place feels so much longer. It’ll be nice to have a decent meal and to sleep in my own bed without being woken up every 2 hours”, he grumbles.
“Sounds like you need lunch and a nap” she says quietly, mostly to herself and happy that Kurt is there already, no doubt with lunch on the table, waiting for the rest of his family to arrive.
Burt huffs out a breath, “You make me sound like a 2 year old Carole.”
She smiles, “Well just as long as you don’t start throwing your toys and have a tantrum, I think we’ll be OK.”
He grins. “Oh god, can you imagine me doing that in the supermarket?” he starts to cackle. “Kurt would have a fit and end up hiding behind a display pretending he doesn’t know us. And Finn!” he barks out. “Finn would be all ‘Dude! You can’t just do that’ before running off to find Kurt to wrangle me.”
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“Dad, just sit down. I’ll get the remote and then you can watch ESPN or something.”
“Thanks Kurt. Hey, uh, would you rub my feet? They’re a little achy I guess.”
“Hmm, must be from being on your feet more today. Yeah, sure. I’ll just get some lotion and be right back” he says before heading to the upstairs bathroom to fetch the new body moisturizer he’d bought Carole recently.
“Huh, weird” he says narrowing his eyes as he heads back down towards his step-brother. “Hey, Finn you don’t know where that new lotion is that was in the bathroom cupboard, do you?”
“Ah dude, yeah, um y’know, it’s ah, it’s in my room, um next to the box of tissues” he finishes off lamely.
“Finn!” Kurt wails, “Don’t you think it’s about time to buy your own supplies. Haven’t you heard of lube?”
“Aw dude, keep your voice down” he says, steering his step-brother back upstairs.
“Stop calling me ‘dude’ Finn, and do I even want to touch that bottle now?”
“Calm down, man. Yeah, it’s fine. I hardly touched it.” He blinks before correcting himself, “I mean, I-I barely used any lotion.”
Kurt stops at the bedroom door looking at his brother like he’s an alien, “That’s more than I needed to know Finn. Oh Gaga, it looks like a laundromat has thrown up in here. Why are all these clothes and shoes on the floor? And, oh Finn, is that a pile of Twinkie wrappers? You’re 26 and this is how you’re choosing to live?”
Finn looks away guiltily, “Um, it’s b-been hard y’know? Getting settled back here after everything that happened in Maryland. And then living with mom and Burt again? It’s just been weird and, yeah just, y’know, a bit harder than I thought it was going to be.”
Kurt sighs, letting go the rest of the lecture he’d been preparing to give, “Yeah. I know how that is, I do. It’s just that you’ve been living here for, what? Like 18 months now. I suppose I thought that you would’ve found your feet a bit sooner.”
Finn looks at his feet frowning, “Well I’m not like you dude, I can’t just bounce back to this life like nothing happened. My whole life has been turned upside down and I just don’t know what I’m gonna do. I mean, looking after Burt’s shop for now is fine ‘n all but is that what I want for my life? I-I just don’t know and it’s freaking me out, man”.
“I don’t have all the answers for you Finn. But you can’t just give up, pull the covers over your head and hide. I know you think that I’ve ‘bounced back’ all because I found a job, an apartment and go to Showtune Sundays with Sebastian and Maxie. But, it’s just for my sanity really. Living here, looking after Dad for the first couple of months was difficult but fine. But being in this town, feeling everything that I thought I’d left behind when I left for NYU? It was....suffocating. So that’s why I moved into the townhouse in Dublin. Do you think I want to be a massage therapist for the rest of my life? No, absolutely not but until I can get back to New York and start auditioning again, it’s what there is to do, it’s what pays the bills and it led me to some, ah, interesting people.”
“Maybe you should come and stay the weekend with me” he continues, “We’ll go out and have drinks in Columbus, Seb will hook-up with some random, Maxie and Eli will get drunk off their faces and we’ll point and laugh while doing karaoke. Y’know, the usual”, he smiles fondly at his brother. “C’mon, I know you haven’t been out in a while. Maybe you’ll meet a girl? There are always plenty of college girls where we go.”
Finn shakes his head, “I’m not ready for another relationship Kurt.”
“Who said anything about a relationship? Flirt, dance or whatever with a pretty girl is all I’m saying. Just come and hang with us on Friday after work, OK?”
“Yeah OK, I’ll think about it”, Finn says handing over the bottle of lotion to Kurt.
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Walking back into work on Thursday morning after the week off, Kurt feels calmer now that his dad’s back at home and he’s prepared himself to slog through the backlog of appointments that wanted to wait for his return to the spa. Checking the schedule for the next couple of days, he notices Blaine is down as his first booking on Saturday. He does an internal happy dance while bouncing on the balls of his feet, before whirling around at the sound of Sebastian’s voice.
“See something you like, killer?” he says sidling up Kurt, nudging his shoulder.
“That’s your best pick up line?” Kurt says rolling his eyes.
“As if” he sniffs. “It’s usually something along the lines of ‘You look like you enjoy theme parks. You can ride me anytime, babe’”, he pauses, looking at Kurt while raising an eyebrow.
Kurt can’t take it and bursts out laughing, “Oh god, you are such a sleaze ball.”
“Hey! I just don’t want to waste my best material on you, Betty White. Now can we go and bust out this couple’s massage in the group room please? I’ve got back to back sessions booked before I head off to classes this afternoon and I don’t want to be late today.”
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Blaine’s alarm doesn’t even have the chance to go off before he’s bounding down the hallway on Saturday morning. He skids into the kitchen looking to grab a couple of waffles and a cup of coffee.
His dad looks up from the paper he’s reading at the kitchen table, “Woah there, d’ya think you need extra pep this morning Blaine? You look like you’re already running on all cylinders.”
“Uh, morning Dad. Today’s gonna be a long one, so just want to keep the um, momentum going I guess. I can still take the car this morning, right? I’ve got errands to run in the city.”
“Yeah, of course. You still getting things set for the dance tonight? I thought your mom picked up your suit from the dry cleaners yesterday?”
Blaine nods as he shovels in mouthful after mouthful of waffle trying to hurry, “Oh she did but I’m heading over to Short North to ah, pick something else up. And there’s a cool music store there that might have something good for the Warblers to use.”
“OK, well have a good morning. I’ll need the car back after lunch though” his dad says as he watches Blaine tidy up after himself.
“Yup, ‘kay Dad” Blaine shouts as he scoots back out of the kitchen, ready to hit the shower and then head out to his massage.
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Blaine’s nerves are getting to him as he makes the half hour drive to the spa. How soon is too soon to put the moves on, he wonders. Wait, do I have any moves? Will Kurt even want to get naked with him again? Maybe it didn’t even mean anything to Kurt? Will Kurt even remember him? Oh God, he’s about to make a complete fool of himself isn’t he?
He parks the car up the road from the spa, steps out on the sidewalk and has to stop himself from immediately jumping back into the car and driving far, far away. Courage Blaine, c’mon you can do this. You want this so so much. Just put one foot in front of the other.
He’s still giving himself a silent pep talk even as he gets to the reception desk in the spa, before realizing that Kurt is already there, leaning against the doorway that leads into the therapy rooms talking quietly with a slighter taller, broad shouldered attractive man.
Sebastian leans into Kurt as he spots the teen walk through the front door. “Wow, is that yours or mine?”
“Jesus Seb, he’s not a piece of meat” Kurt admonishes.
Blaine speaks to the receptionist while keeping Kurt in his peripheral vision. He gulps; oh god now they’re both looking at me. Huh, the tall one is looking at me like I-I-I’m...wait a minute, is he giving me the eye?
Sebastian’s gaze wanders over the boy, “Well he looks like sex on a stick to me and I’d love to see him on my-“
“Sebastian!” Kurt interrupts. “And anyway, he’s mine” he whispers furiously before pushing off from the door and heading over to his client.
Blaine turns his head so he can’t see either man and steels his nerves before turning back towards them just as Kurt is walking over to him, swaying his hips and moving his lips - oh wait, he’s speaking. Shit! Wait, what?
“S-sorry, what was that? I was miles away just then” he stutters out.
“I was just saying it’s great to see you again Blaine. I take it you managed to weasel a gift card as a Christmas present from your family then?” Kurt says while discreetly looking the teenager over.
“Uh, yeah. Two actually.” Wow, he’d forgotten how silky Kurt’s voice was. He blinks at Kurt who has stepped behind him and starts to steer him by the shoulders past the tall guy and towards the therapy rooms.
“Two? Well, that’s sounds...” Kurt stops walking and smiles softly, “perfect to me.” He lets Blaine go and walks ahead, opening one of the private rooms. “And I see you’re booked for a facial this morning as well.”
“Um, yes. Well, that was Rosy’s idea.” Blaine stops in the doorway, “I was thinking we could ah, we could do something like last time?” he trails off with a hopeful lilt. “Um, but only if you wanted to, of course. I mean, you don’t have to but I would really like that. Uh, yeah” he nods once and looks down.
The tinkling of Kurt’s laugh makes him look back up into Kurt’s hypnotizing eyes, they’re deep blue today. They hold each other’s gaze for a second longer before Kurt places a hand on Blaine’s lower back and moves him into the room so he can close the door.
“Well it seems your aunt really does have the best ideas. Why don’t we get a little more comfortable with each other during the facial and then I’ll really work on your front this time. As I recall, I didn’t exactly give you the full body experience last time.”
Blaine’s eyebrows shoot skyward. His front? What else was involved in Kurt’s ‘fully body experience’? His long eyelashes fluttered as he considered the possibilities. All he knew was that he couldn’t wait to find out and started stripping off his jacket, scarf and cardigan right away.
“You can get undressed and hang your clothes over there Blaine” Kurt motioned to the screened area at the other end of the room. “I’m just going to get my hot towels, so when you’re ready hop up on the table, face up and pop the towel over yourself, OK?”
Rushing over to the screen, Blaine practically tears his black henley off in his haste and trips over his jeans leg while trying to get his shoes off. Heading over to the table, he picks up the tiny towel to cover himself with. Well that’s a waste of time, he thinks. As soon as I’m hard this is going to become a flag waving in the wind. But as he’s one to follow instructions, he settles himself on his back with the tiny towel lying low over his hips, head in the face cradle staring at the ceiling until the scent of vanilla and cinnamon wafts over him and he closes his eyes.
When Kurt steps back into the room he’s confronted with the vista that is Blaine’s body. Although lean, he could see the definition in the muscles of Blaine’s chest and abs, whereas his arms and thighs were positively bulging. It was the look of a body not quite finished growing; it held the promise of more in the years to come as he filled out to become a man. Kurt allows himself to leave the tray of hot towels on the side-table and let his gaze linger over his young lover taking in the sharp cut of his hips and the trail of dark hair that is swallowed up by the hand towel he’d left out for Blaine again.
In the past weeks, he’d tried to put all thoughts of his inappropriate behaviour and their elicit tryst out of his mind knowing that he had crossed a line he’d never thought possible before. But there was no doubt about it; Blaine was the metaphorical canteen of water to Kurt’s deserted thirsty man. His wide eyed naiveté, tight body hungry for touch and lack of physical boundaries were exactly what Kurt needed in this moment. The perfect form of stress relief all wrapped up in tanned skin, gelled hair and hazel eyes that shone like the sun.
His eyes wandered back up to Blaine’s face, smiling as he realizes that he’s being watched too. Kurt trails his fingertips up Blaine’s torso before he stands at the head of the table, holding Blaine’s face in his hands. Stroking a thumb over his cheek, he watches Blaine’s eyes as they become clouded with lust, eyelids heavy and a small kiss is pressed against the palm of his hand.
Kurt moves away to retrieve the cleanser and a hot towel. As Kurt works in silence, the air is thick between them. It’s not until Kurt brings the exfoliant over that he speaks again, “Would you like to try microdermabrasion? It’s an additional treatment that really sloughs away the dead skin. However, it can leave your skin quite tender and red for a few days” he adds.
Blaine shakes his head slightly, “No, I have a dance to go to tonight and a performance so it’s probably not the best idea.”
This piques Kurt’s interest and gets them started on a conversation about the Winter Formal, the wacky dresses some girls will wear and of course, the Warblers all while hot towels are draped over Blaine’s face.
“I can’t believe you’re at Dalton” Kurt exclaims.
“Wait, how do you know I go to Dalton? I-I haven’t said which school I’m at” Blaine asks nervously, muffled by towelettes. He still hasn’t told Kurt exactly how old he is and he’d hate for that little piece of information to skittle his chances of getting laid again.
“Well when I was in high school in Lima, our glee club, The New Directions, went head to head with the Warblers at Regionals one year. Of course, we won” he pauses as he removes the towelettes. “Oh, and there’s Sebastian as well. He’s the other male masseuse here, the one I was talking to when you arrived? Well, he was also a Warbler in his day” he adds while smoothing on the quick setting face mask.
Blaine frowns at the mention of Sebastian and wonders just how well he and Kurt knew each other outside of work.
“Hey, no frowning allowed, you’re going to crack the mask I just put on.”
Blaine hums his understanding and watches Kurt as he gracefully puts all the items away, leaving only the hydration formula out. The anticipation of the massage is prickling his skin. He wants, no, he needs Kurt’s hands on him and not just in radiating patterns across his face and neck. He needs to be caressed, muscles kneaded. His dick responds to the wave of neediness pumping through his veins and is half hard while he waits for new hands to explore his body once again.
With the facial products stored away, Kurt sets out the items they’ll need next: massage oil, lube, condoms, tissues and bottles of water. He moves soundlessly to retrieve another moist towel and wipes the mask off Blaine’s face. The hydrating moisturizer is the last step before Kurt can do what he’s been waiting to do since he closed the therapy room door, kiss the breath out of the boy in front of him.
As he picks up the bottle of moisturizer, he can’t contain himself and he ducks down for a quick press of his lips against Blaine’s. But before he can move away Blaine’s hand is there cupping his face, pulling him back in for another, less chaste, kiss. Each working their mouths against the other, tongues swirling, tasting, pressing in and teasing until Kurt pulls away breathless. He huffs out a breath, realizing that his plan just utterly backfired as Blaine’s lying there looking up at him with fire burning in his eyes and lips swollen with lust. He quickly applies the lotion with tender swipes at Blaine’s face, eager to move on.
He shifts to wipe his hands clean; as he turns back, Blaine is sitting up, reaching a hand out and pulling Kurt in to stand between his legs. The tiny towel is tented haphazardly in his lap as Blaine’s hands stroke up and down Kurt’s sides waiting for Kurt to make the next move. Kurt dives in to deliver a hard deep kiss. Blaine’s arms encircle him as Kurt’s hands slide down to tweak Blaine’s nipples making Blaine gasp.
Kurt sucks on Blaine’s tongue as it retreats, then releases it to pull in Blaine’s lower lip instead. Blaine’s hands slide down to cup and squeeze Kurt’s bottom, his fingers digging into the flesh as he kneads each cheek, effectively grinding their growing cocks together. Kurt backs off slightly to pull his t-shirt off before Blaine lunges forward to suck a pink nipple in, nipping at it gently causing Kurt to cry out softly. His hands are back on Blaine’s face, wanting to taste his mouth again, feeling the need to swallow him whole, wanting to feel him writhe beneath Kurt’s skin.
He pushes against Blaine’s shoulders trying to ease him back to lie on the table once more. The tiny towel catches on Blaine’s stiff, twitching cock and he grabs at it, tossing the towel to the floor. Stepping back, Kurt slides down his pants and underwear in one swoop, picks up the lube and moves forward grasping Blaine’s cock with one hand while popping the cap on the lube with the other. A dollop of lube slides down Blaine’s length before Kurt collects it with his fingers spreading it over the head before beginning to stroke.
Blaine’s eyes roll up into his head, the feeling of Kurt’s hand on him wonderful, as his lips are caught in another fierce kiss. Kurt’s tongue dominates the teen’s mouth as he starts fucking his tongue in and out with the same rhythm he’s jerking Blaine with. Blaine all but pants into Kurt’s mouth, barely conscious as waves of pleasure roll over him, his hips bucking up into Kurt’s fist. Abruptly Kurt’s gone, leaving Blaine squirming on the table alone.
Then he’s back and climbing on top of Blaine, a slick cock pressing alongside his as Kurt rolls his hips against Blaine over and over. Blaine’s legs fall apart and hook around Kurt’s hips and they thrust against each other, their desire building. Suddenly, Blaine stiffens up as his balls draw tight to his body while he moans and shudders out his release as Kurt continues to move with him. As Blaine blanks out for a moment, Kurt eases off and pulls Blaine’s legs back down to the table before clambering up a little higher, straddling the boy’s hips and thrusting against his abs, through Blaine’s come, gently.
Blaine groans as he realizes that he’d come too early for his liking when there was so much more he wanted to do. He lays there shaking his head and grumbling until Kurt gently grabs his chin and runs a thumb across his bottom lip. “Hey, hey, w-what is it?” he asks, his eyes clouding over with concern.
“I just, oh god, too soon. Kill me now” Blaine mumbles embarrassed. He can feel Kurt’s dick pressed against his abs, hot and hard.
“What? But you had a good time right? I mean, is there a problem?”
“What! Yes, of course. Wait, I mean no. No, there’s no problem. That was ah, incredible. I just wanted to l-last a little longer. Y’know, not uh, arrive so soon” he explains as he throws a hand over his face feeling all of his sixteen years weighing down on him.
“Oh. Ohhh. Oh baby, you didn’t come too early. We’re not always going to come at the same time.” Kurt eases Blaine’s hand away from his face and kisses his knuckles. “And besides, the joys of a teenage libido means excellent recovery time, right?” he says grinning and grinding down a little onto Blaine’s stomach.
Blaine blinks a few times before giving him a shy smile. Kurt leans in to kiss him softly, dipping his tongue into his lover’s mouth. Blaine responds, kissing him back with more pressure. He catches Kurt’s lower lip between his teeth and pulls back a little before letting go then he starts to sweep his hands up and down Kurt’s back, dipping down to grab at his ass a couple of times as Kurt resumes his gentle thrusting, still slick from sweat, lube and come. They rock together leisurely, with Kurt swiping his mouth down against Blaine’s neck taking little nips of the soft skin.
“Uh, mark me Kurt. I want to see it tomorrow, then I’ll know this isn’t a dream”, Blaine moans, stretching his neck out.
Kurt smiles against his throat and chooses a spot easily hidden by a shirt before sucking and pressing a love-bite into his skin. He can feel Blaine’s half hard cock bumping against him as the blood gathers there, demonstrating Blaine’s arousal. He climbs down off the table while Blaine is making grabby hands at him and pouting, asking him to come back wordlessly. Kurt ducks down and kisses a path from Blaine’s neck down past his nipples, stopping briefly to nip at each pinked peak before resuming his journey, winding kisses through the dips and valleys of his body. He mouths softly along his treasure trail before letting his nose lead the way and press into the trimmed hair at the base of Blaine’s cock, snuffling in the scent of this delicious boy. His fingers tease along the length of his lover’s cock before taking a firm hold, squeezing slightly at the tip before sliding down to grip his balls which tips the erection skyward. Kurt mouths up the side before swirling his tongue around the tip of his cock.
Blaine pulls in a sharp intake of breath and lets it all out in a long loud moan. “Uh, fuck Kurt. Oh God, I want you so much.”
Kurt sucks Blaine into his mouth, working his tongue around the heavy length, hollowing his cheeks as he bobs up and down. He skates two fingers down to Blaine’s hole, sliding over the opening before pushing a dry fingertip in. Blaine’s hips lift off the table and Kurt swallows him down with no effort. “Fuck me Kurt, fuck me. I need you, please, just fuck me”, Blaine babbles.
Kurt picks up the lube from where it was discarded earlier and slicks up his fingers before pushing one straight into Blaine. He stretches back up to brush his lips against Blaine’s. “Baby, you’re so sexy” he breathes into Blaine’s mouth. The teen swallows it up along with Kurt’s bottom lip, while the finger continues to move inside him. Kurt eases another in quickly, impatient to reconnect with this sexy fucking schoolboy. Blaine keens at the stretch but is soon mumbling praise against Kurt’s lips and asking for another.
Kurt stops to put on a condom, re-slick his fingers and then presses three slender fingers back into Blaine’s greedy hole. He makes sure to scissor and twist his fingers as he plunges them in again and again. Blaine is thrashing around, going mad with desire as he wails for Kurt, “Baby I need you, need to feel you. C’mon Kurt, fill me up. Ugh, please”.
Kurt frees his fingers as he asks Blaine to roll over onto his side, then scooping up his legs he repositions Blaine with his ass hanging just off the edge of the table before pouring lube over Blaine’s asshole and his own dick. He gathers close before easing his cock into the eager hole before him. Blaine moans a soft “Ooh fuuuuck” as Kurt builds a slow rhythm.
Blaine’s body feels like it’s flying as Kurt thrusts carefully into him. He can hear Kurt grunting softy as he picks up the pace and Blaine can’t help the groans that fall out of his mouth as the drag of Kurt’s hot cock sends small pins and needles of delight along his veins. “Oh God, yeah. Oh, oh, oh, fuck baby” he cries.
Kurt pumps his hips faster, slapping skin against skin, as he grapples onto Blaine’s hip with fingers pressing in hard. He watches Blaine’s toes curl and unclench as he thrusts in at a slightly different angle, listening to him beg to be taken harder while he pounds into him. He slows though, wanting to be able to kiss him and not being able to do so in this position, so he stills his hips and pulls Blaine’s leg up and over making him roll onto his back. Kurt holds Blaine’s legs up and outward as he waves his cock back in the direction of Blaine’s hole before directing the tip in and pressing forward with his body weight. He leans over Blaine to lay chaste kisses on his lips, “Oh, oh, I’m so deep inside you, baby. Can you feel me? God, you’re so fucking gorgeous” he murmurs as he pulls his hips back and thrusts in again.
It makes Blaine sweat, skin overheating and insistent for touch, when he hears Kurt speak like that, all dirty yet sweet. The only answer he has in return is “Aaaaah God, mmmm. I love it, I love it” before the blood is rushing through his ears again shutting out any other noise. Lightening is soon sparking up inside him, ready to shoot out through his body. He knows it won’t take much for him to come again and he hopes Kurt isn’t far behind him. Only it’s Kurt that surprises Blaine as his hips suddenly stutter and he buries his face into Blaine’s sweaty neck, muffling his cries as he trembles through his orgasm.
Breathing heavily, Kurt tries to withdraw but finds Blaine’s legs locked around his waist. “Wait” Blaine starts to say as his hand is a blur over his cock. Kurt lays his hand over Blaine’s wrist stilling him then withdraws, removing the condom before he’s back. Leaning over to take Blaine’s heavy cock into his mouth, he pushes his fingers back into Blaine’s hole, rubbing tiny circles into his prostate as he swallows him down. The pressure of Kurt’s fingers inside him and the warm suction of his mouth drives Blaine over the edge and he spurts down Kurt’s throat, “Oh my God Kurt, oh, oh.”
When Blaine finally opens his eyes again, Kurt is wiping the sweat from his face and offering him a drink of water. He takes the bottle but his muscles refuse to work just yet, so Kurt offers his hand as well to get him upright. “Are you OK?” Kurt questions.
Blaine sniggers, his hormones are going haywire, and before he can stop himself he cracks a lame joke about not expecting that kind of facial today. Kurt turns to check how they’re going for time before leaning in for a soft kiss. “Well, if we move now, we have time for a shower together and I have no doubt that at least one of us can deliver that kind of facial” he says smirking. He pushes off from the table, collects two robes and holds out his hand for Blaine to take as he hops off the table. “C’mon, I believe you were unsatisfied with your facial, sir. How ‘bout a do-over?”
Part Three