Fic: Hairography
Fic: Hairography
Author: gsmaxwell
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Over the age of consent blowjob
Spoilers: Up to BTW
Notes: I wrote this just after BTW but only just finished it up now :D Enjoy!
Summary: “Your hair is getting longer,” Blaine gasped. He wasn’t entirely sure why there were words coming out of his mouth.
“Your hair is getting longer,” Blaine gasped. He wasn’t entirely sure why there were words coming out of his mouth.
Kurt looked up and lifted an eyebrow elegantly. He pulled his mouth back, slowly sliding and with each lost millimetre Blaine whined. His tongue left a lingering touch and then he said, voice a little hoarse, “There’s a reason for that you know.”
“Holy shit,” Blaine said and he scraped Kurt’s ears in his haste to slide fingers in Kurt’s hair that was always pushed back, always untouchable and Blaine gave a full body jerk when Kurt settled his mouth back on his cock.
In the week they had been doing this, Blaine had thought that Kurt was picking up on his sex cues from Blaine. He thought that Kurt was watching for his reactions and responding to them. But today, when he showed up at Kurt’s house after school and expecting to see a Lady Gaga outfit similar to old photos he had seen, he realised that Kurt wasn’t learning sexy. Blaine had just be looking at the wrong times.
“Do you like it?” Kurt had asked with a tilted hip, tousled hair and dark eyes, and Blaine couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t stop grabbing those sharp angles and shoving him against the hallway wall with the door still halfway open as he scrambled to push himself as close as he could.
And now they were in Kurt’s bedroom, with Kurt’s bed, but even though the house was empty and they had a few hours to leisurely enjoy each other, Blaine couldn’t wait. And apparently Kurt did pick somethings things up from Blaine because suddenly there was a set of hands opening Blaine’s pants sliding them down to his knees. He had reached out to rub Kurt in his pants, gripping the now familiar hardness a little roughly because he knew that was how Kurt liked it, but Kurt batted him away and now Blaine had his hands sunk into Kurt’s hair and guided him up and down with a gentle, desperate flex of his fingers.
“Kurt, please, I need to,” Blaine panted and he suddenly hated Kurt’s shelved wall because it meant when his knees started to shake and give out his bare skin was pressed uncomfortably into hard wood and he yelped, pushing Kurt down a little too fast when something sharp jabbed him right in the hip.
Kurt jerked away coughing and but despite the pain Blaine didn’t let go of his hair. He couldn’t let go of his hair, not when Kurt had grown it out for reasons, and not when his hands looked so good, so big, tangled wildly in Kurt’s normally properly styled head.
“What the hell?” Kurt said while coughing and Blaine panted trying to uncross his eyes.
“Sorry, sorry, I just need to move and we can get back to it,” Blaine said a little incoherently and Kurt gave him a sharp, pissy look that suddenly sent Blaine into a panic. “There was a thing on the shelf, I promise I won’t do it again, just please, if we get onto the bed, Kurt, come on-”
Kurt stood and Blaine kept panicking but then he realised that Kurt was grabbing him by the tie and pulling him forward. He landed hard on Kurt when they hit the bed and Blaine winced a little as the denim rubbed unforgiving against his erection. Kurt pulled him into a kiss, this time his hands gripping at Blaine’s shorter styled hair and guiding his head with a confidence that overrode any denim issues.
Blaine loved this, loved that somewhere along the line Kurt discovered not only sex but sex and Blaine and as he rolled his hips up and slowly licked his way into Blaine’s mouth Blaine couldn’t help but press closer between Kurt’s legs.
Kurt rocked again, this time to one side which confused Blaine until Kurt used the movement to lever himself up and over, hooking a knee in Blaine’s until they were flipped on Kurt’s huge, soft, fluffy bed. Kurt hovered over Blaine panting a little as he braced himself with his hands on either side of Blaine’s head. Blaine’s hands were fluttering uselessly at Kurt’s waist because he was torn between gripping the full curve of Kurt’s jeans, not as tight as usual but snug in every place that counted, and slipping beneath the thin white tee shirt. Kurt shivered as Blaine finally decided and he trailed fingers hidden under material up his ribcage until he could catch a flash of tight stomach muscles. He watched as his knuckles moved under the B in Boys and Kurt leaned forward with a groan to kiss him. Blaine’s lip was clipped between their teeth but the pain only made him kiss back harder, his free hand reach up to tangle back into Kurt’s hair.
“Okay, let’s try this again,” Kurt panted as he pulled back. “This time without the choking, right?”
“I promise,” Blaine said just as breathless and struggled to his elbows as Kurt crawled back until climbed off the bed and knelt between Blaine’s knees again. Blaine was still in his blazer and his cock looked obscene rock hard against the navy and red piping but even more so was Kurt as he licked a slow stripe up and closed his wet lips over the head. Blaine couldn’t identify the sounds that came out of his mouth as he curled forward, his knees raising until only his toes remained on the carpet, and, with abdominal strength he didn’t know he had, he sat up and sank his hands in Kurt’s hair again.
Kurt chuckled a little and it sent another wave straight from Blaine’s dick to his toes and fingers and he didn’t really know what was happening as his fingers convulsed in Kurt’s hair and he was coming suddenly in the wet heat of Kurt’s mouth with a strangled shout. He hips thrust up but thankfully he only hit the top of Kurt’s mouth instead of down his throat because he definitely wanted this to happen again. Kurt reached out to grab Blaine’s blazer to steady himself as Blaine rubbed the tip of his dick in Kurt’s mouth until finally he was finished.
His hands were shaking and Blaine let go of Kurt’s hair as soon as he could unlock his fingers. Kurt leaned back and spat into his hands quickly with a wrinkled nose. Blaine couldn’t breathe properly but he slid bonelessly off the bed onto Kurt’s lap and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s neck and buried his face under Kurt’s ear.
“Hey!” Kurt yelped because Blaine knew he was crushing the hands, the hands with his cum, Jesus, against Kurt’s chest, but for the moment he didn’t really care, he just wanted to be as close as possible to this wonderful smelling boy. Kurt relented after a minute and Blaine just leaned helplessly against him.
“I think we can agree I’ve been a wonderful boyfriend thus far,” Kurt said when Blaine started to feel his brain reconnect with his body. “But I seriously need to wash my hands or brush my teeth or something now.”
“Wait,” Blaine leaned back to kiss him, tasting the slightly bitter musk in Kurt’s mouth. It was amazing and he started to push Kurt down to the carpet until he tensed suddenly under him. He broke away and lean back against the end of the bed. “Oh my God, are you okay?”
“I’m not quite that flexible,” Kurt struggled back up from the backbend Blaine had been contorting him into. “I can manage it on my own but you’re a little too heavy.”
They had to untangle- Blaine was trapped in his pants and briefs, Kurt was unable to move easily with Blaine sitting against his hips- but once they were standing, and Blaine had awkwardly done up his pants again and shed the blazer while Kurt went to wash his hands, Blaine sat back on the bed still a little weak in his knees.
Kurt came back from the door to the bathroom with his toothbrush still in his mouth and leaned on the door. Blaine grinned wildly at him and Kurt rolled his eyes then went back to rise out.
“I really am sorry!” Blaine called, and he was serious, but he couldn’t stop giddiness out of his voice. “You are the sexiest boyfriend ever!”
“I’d better be,” Kurt came back out sans toothbrush and this time when he leaned his hip against the wall with his arms cross, he couldn’t stop a smug smile. His hair wasn’t as messed as it had been when Blaine had seen him. It was flatter where Blaine’s hands had been and it stuck up less artfully and more as if he had just rolled out of bed. Blaine turned to crawl across the bed and hook his thumbs into Kurt’s belt loops. He pulled at Kurt’s shirt until Kurt leaned down indulgently so Blaine could kiss the minty taste of his mouth, different than before but just as welcome.
“Come on, lose the pants and I’ll show you I can be sexy too.”
Author: gsmaxwell
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Over the age of consent blowjob
Spoilers: Up to BTW
Notes: I wrote this just after BTW but only just finished it up now :D Enjoy!
Summary: “Your hair is getting longer,” Blaine gasped. He wasn’t entirely sure why there were words coming out of his mouth.
“Your hair is getting longer,” Blaine gasped. He wasn’t entirely sure why there were words coming out of his mouth.
Kurt looked up and lifted an eyebrow elegantly. He pulled his mouth back, slowly sliding and with each lost millimetre Blaine whined. His tongue left a lingering touch and then he said, voice a little hoarse, “There’s a reason for that you know.”
“Holy shit,” Blaine said and he scraped Kurt’s ears in his haste to slide fingers in Kurt’s hair that was always pushed back, always untouchable and Blaine gave a full body jerk when Kurt settled his mouth back on his cock.
In the week they had been doing this, Blaine had thought that Kurt was picking up on his sex cues from Blaine. He thought that Kurt was watching for his reactions and responding to them. But today, when he showed up at Kurt’s house after school and expecting to see a Lady Gaga outfit similar to old photos he had seen, he realised that Kurt wasn’t learning sexy. Blaine had just be looking at the wrong times.
“Do you like it?” Kurt had asked with a tilted hip, tousled hair and dark eyes, and Blaine couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t stop grabbing those sharp angles and shoving him against the hallway wall with the door still halfway open as he scrambled to push himself as close as he could.
And now they were in Kurt’s bedroom, with Kurt’s bed, but even though the house was empty and they had a few hours to leisurely enjoy each other, Blaine couldn’t wait. And apparently Kurt did pick somethings things up from Blaine because suddenly there was a set of hands opening Blaine’s pants sliding them down to his knees. He had reached out to rub Kurt in his pants, gripping the now familiar hardness a little roughly because he knew that was how Kurt liked it, but Kurt batted him away and now Blaine had his hands sunk into Kurt’s hair and guided him up and down with a gentle, desperate flex of his fingers.
“Kurt, please, I need to,” Blaine panted and he suddenly hated Kurt’s shelved wall because it meant when his knees started to shake and give out his bare skin was pressed uncomfortably into hard wood and he yelped, pushing Kurt down a little too fast when something sharp jabbed him right in the hip.
Kurt jerked away coughing and but despite the pain Blaine didn’t let go of his hair. He couldn’t let go of his hair, not when Kurt had grown it out for reasons, and not when his hands looked so good, so big, tangled wildly in Kurt’s normally properly styled head.
“What the hell?” Kurt said while coughing and Blaine panted trying to uncross his eyes.
“Sorry, sorry, I just need to move and we can get back to it,” Blaine said a little incoherently and Kurt gave him a sharp, pissy look that suddenly sent Blaine into a panic. “There was a thing on the shelf, I promise I won’t do it again, just please, if we get onto the bed, Kurt, come on-”
Kurt stood and Blaine kept panicking but then he realised that Kurt was grabbing him by the tie and pulling him forward. He landed hard on Kurt when they hit the bed and Blaine winced a little as the denim rubbed unforgiving against his erection. Kurt pulled him into a kiss, this time his hands gripping at Blaine’s shorter styled hair and guiding his head with a confidence that overrode any denim issues.
Blaine loved this, loved that somewhere along the line Kurt discovered not only sex but sex and Blaine and as he rolled his hips up and slowly licked his way into Blaine’s mouth Blaine couldn’t help but press closer between Kurt’s legs.
Kurt rocked again, this time to one side which confused Blaine until Kurt used the movement to lever himself up and over, hooking a knee in Blaine’s until they were flipped on Kurt’s huge, soft, fluffy bed. Kurt hovered over Blaine panting a little as he braced himself with his hands on either side of Blaine’s head. Blaine’s hands were fluttering uselessly at Kurt’s waist because he was torn between gripping the full curve of Kurt’s jeans, not as tight as usual but snug in every place that counted, and slipping beneath the thin white tee shirt. Kurt shivered as Blaine finally decided and he trailed fingers hidden under material up his ribcage until he could catch a flash of tight stomach muscles. He watched as his knuckles moved under the B in Boys and Kurt leaned forward with a groan to kiss him. Blaine’s lip was clipped between their teeth but the pain only made him kiss back harder, his free hand reach up to tangle back into Kurt’s hair.
“Okay, let’s try this again,” Kurt panted as he pulled back. “This time without the choking, right?”
“I promise,” Blaine said just as breathless and struggled to his elbows as Kurt crawled back until climbed off the bed and knelt between Blaine’s knees again. Blaine was still in his blazer and his cock looked obscene rock hard against the navy and red piping but even more so was Kurt as he licked a slow stripe up and closed his wet lips over the head. Blaine couldn’t identify the sounds that came out of his mouth as he curled forward, his knees raising until only his toes remained on the carpet, and, with abdominal strength he didn’t know he had, he sat up and sank his hands in Kurt’s hair again.
Kurt chuckled a little and it sent another wave straight from Blaine’s dick to his toes and fingers and he didn’t really know what was happening as his fingers convulsed in Kurt’s hair and he was coming suddenly in the wet heat of Kurt’s mouth with a strangled shout. He hips thrust up but thankfully he only hit the top of Kurt’s mouth instead of down his throat because he definitely wanted this to happen again. Kurt reached out to grab Blaine’s blazer to steady himself as Blaine rubbed the tip of his dick in Kurt’s mouth until finally he was finished.
His hands were shaking and Blaine let go of Kurt’s hair as soon as he could unlock his fingers. Kurt leaned back and spat into his hands quickly with a wrinkled nose. Blaine couldn’t breathe properly but he slid bonelessly off the bed onto Kurt’s lap and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s neck and buried his face under Kurt’s ear.
“Hey!” Kurt yelped because Blaine knew he was crushing the hands, the hands with his cum, Jesus, against Kurt’s chest, but for the moment he didn’t really care, he just wanted to be as close as possible to this wonderful smelling boy. Kurt relented after a minute and Blaine just leaned helplessly against him.
“I think we can agree I’ve been a wonderful boyfriend thus far,” Kurt said when Blaine started to feel his brain reconnect with his body. “But I seriously need to wash my hands or brush my teeth or something now.”
“Wait,” Blaine leaned back to kiss him, tasting the slightly bitter musk in Kurt’s mouth. It was amazing and he started to push Kurt down to the carpet until he tensed suddenly under him. He broke away and lean back against the end of the bed. “Oh my God, are you okay?”
“I’m not quite that flexible,” Kurt struggled back up from the backbend Blaine had been contorting him into. “I can manage it on my own but you’re a little too heavy.”
They had to untangle- Blaine was trapped in his pants and briefs, Kurt was unable to move easily with Blaine sitting against his hips- but once they were standing, and Blaine had awkwardly done up his pants again and shed the blazer while Kurt went to wash his hands, Blaine sat back on the bed still a little weak in his knees.
Kurt came back from the door to the bathroom with his toothbrush still in his mouth and leaned on the door. Blaine grinned wildly at him and Kurt rolled his eyes then went back to rise out.
“I really am sorry!” Blaine called, and he was serious, but he couldn’t stop giddiness out of his voice. “You are the sexiest boyfriend ever!”
“I’d better be,” Kurt came back out sans toothbrush and this time when he leaned his hip against the wall with his arms cross, he couldn’t stop a smug smile. His hair wasn’t as messed as it had been when Blaine had seen him. It was flatter where Blaine’s hands had been and it stuck up less artfully and more as if he had just rolled out of bed. Blaine turned to crawl across the bed and hook his thumbs into Kurt’s belt loops. He pulled at Kurt’s shirt until Kurt leaned down indulgently so Blaine could kiss the minty taste of his mouth, different than before but just as welcome.
“Come on, lose the pants and I’ll show you I can be sexy too.”