fic: please me, tease me
Title: Please Me, Tease Me (1/1)
Author: rockinhamburger
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: Roughly 1,000.
Warnings: Role-play, barebacking.
Spoilers: Let's just say for all of S3 so far, but nothing beyond Hold On To Sixteen.
Summary: "Okay my parents are gone for the weekend," Blaine says in a hurry, just as he and Kurt are crossing paths in the hallway. "Can you be there at 5?"
Written For: valentina_says
Author's Notes: Under the cut, because long.
Okay, so this is very belated. You see, valentina_says celebrated her birthday last month, and because I was swamped with assignments and finals I did not get a chance to deliver the birthday gift fic I promised her. Vale is the first person in the Kurt/Blaine fandom I really made a connection with; she posted a request on the glee_kink_meme, which inspired me and kick-started most of my Kurt/Blaine fandom writing. So you can blame her, because it's all really Vale's fault :)
Anyway, she deserves lavish birthday gifts, but I can at least deliver a gift in the form of porny fic. Vale, I'm sorry it's so late, bb, but here it is and I hope you like it! Happy Belated Birthday! ♥
Title is taken from Garbage's I Think I'm Paranoid. Also, the "plot" for this fic was shamelessly stolen from this porn video.
~*~
"Okay my parents are gone for the weekend," Blaine says in a hurry, just as he and Kurt are crossing paths in the hallway. "Can you be there at 5?"
"I'll be there," Kurt assures him.
Kurt can't concentrate at all during AP History.
-
Kurt rings the bell and waits, clipboard clasped against his chest with one arm and a package held against his hip with the other. He's wearing blue shorts, a button-down blue shirt, and a mail cap on his head. He cocks one hip just as the door opens.
Blaine's dressed in his Dalton uniform, which brings Kurt back to coffees and kisses between classes and top 40 songs performed acapella. But he reins himself in.
"Good afternoon," he says, giving the young man before him a polite smile. "I have a package here for a Mr John Anderson. Is he available to sign for it?"
The young man leans against the door jam. "I'm sorry, he isn't. I can sign for it, though."
Kurt taps his clipboard against his chest. "I'm afraid I can only allow Mr John Anderson to sign for and take this package. Do you know when he will be home?"
The kid looks down for a moment, then up through his eyelashes. "The thing is, Mr..."
"Hummel."
"Mr Hummel. The thing is, that package is something I ordered for my parents, for Christmas, so if I could just sign for it I'd be really grateful."
Kurt shakes his head. "I'm very sorry, but I could lose my job if I abuse the rules."
"Well, actually, my dad is home, he's just busy working in his office but if you come in I can go get him and ask him to sign for it?"
Kurt hesitates for a moment, uncertain, then says, "All right."
"I'm Blaine, by the way," Blaine says, letting Kurt in with a shy little smile. He leads Kurt into the living room and points at a roomy sofa. "You can sit down while I get him."
"All right," Kurt says, feeling awkward in a strange home but sitting down anyway. But rather than go and get his father, Blaine sits down right beside Kurt.
"Okay, I lied before. My dad's not home, but I really really need this package, so I'd be willing to do anything to get it."
Kurt sighs. "Blaine, I've made the rules very clear--"
"What if I give you a blowjob?" Blaine whispers as he leans in. "Will you give it to me then?"
Kurt sits up ramrod straight. "That is bribery, and it's a federal offence. I'll excuse it because you're young, but--"
"Please, Mr Hummel," Blaine interrupts, voice silky smooth. "Let me take care of you." He punctuates the request by stroking his hand up Kurt's covered but suddenly very attentive cock. Kurt sucks in a breath, muscles tensed in restraint, and then he lets it all go, drops the package and clipboard on to the floor, and drags Blaine into a hard, dominant kiss.
Blaine's eager, so delightfully eager. He's got Kurt's belt unbuckled, his shorts unbuttoned and unzipped in about five seconds flat, all while his tongue pushes desperately against Kurt's. Kurt helps Blaine pull his shorts down his legs, and then Blaine sinks his mouth on to Kurt's cock. He groans and starts to suck hard, bobbing his head up and down in time with the hand that's stroking from base to tip.
Kurt groans and holds his hips back, pushing Blaine's hair back from his face. "Yes, yes, so good," he hisses. Blaine whimpers and doubles his speed, deep throating Kurt and swallowing thickly. Kurt cries out, thrusts up, "Fuck, oh, perfect."
Blaine's throat vibrates responsively around the head of Kurt's dick, and Kurt growls out his pleasure. He can no longer allow Blaine to do this when he can possibly have him. He pulls Blaine off of him, strokes both cheekbones with his thumbs.
"I wanna fuck you, can I fuck you?" he gasps. Blaine nods with a long, throaty moan. Kurt pushes Blaine back against the cushions of the couch. He loosens Blaine's tie a little, but leaves it on, starts sliding each button of Blaine's uniform shirt of its hole until he can yank the shirt tails out of the slacks. Blaine's hands scramble to undo the buttons of Kurt's shirt too, sliding it off Kurt's shoulders to flutter to the floor or couch; Kurt doesn't check. He wrenches Blaine's pants open and hitches them down and off Blaine's legs. Blaine hauls Kurt's pants down from where they're bunched around his thighs, and then they're naked except for Blaine's tie, shirt, and jacket.
"Fuck me," Blaine growls into their fiery kiss, licking hot and firm along Kurt's tongue and the roof of his mouth. Kurt lifts Blaine's left leg over his left arm and drags the thumb of his free hand over Blaine's hole. Blaine's hands clench on Kurt's shoulders, and his head falls back against the couch, mouth open on heavy pants of obvious arousal.
Kurt strokes one hand along his cock, lines it up to Blaine's waiting entrance and slides slowly in. Blaine's whole body twitches in Kurt's arms, muscles seizing. He gasps as Kurt pushes in, searching for the right angle, and then he writhes against Kurt with a deep groan, "Harder!"
Kurt picks up speed, thrusting in at a relentless pace that has Blaine bent almost entirely in half and keening on harsh intakes of breath. Kurt glides his open mouth across Blaine's jaw and down his throat. Blaine moans, whispers, "Kiss me!", frantically.
Kurt does, coaxing Blaine into a filthy kiss. Blaine's head lolls back on to the couch, and he opens his mouth on a desperate groan as Kurt shifts against Blaine's prostate and slides his hand around Blaine's cock at the same moment.
Blaine comes. His toes curl, his arms slip from their grasp on Kurt's shoulders and down Kurt's arms; his hole spasms around Kurt and his eyes clench shut as he sobs out his orgasm. Kurt lifts his hands to cradle Blaine's face, kissing Blaine slow and sweet as he sags from exertion.
Kurt holds Blaine's face even as he pumps his hips rapidly in and out a few last times, and then he yanks himself out to jerk himself off on Blaine's heaving, gleaming chest. Blaine lets out one last whimper of pleasure when Kurt's come splashes across his chest.
They pant together for a few suspended moment, Kurt stroking Blaine's sweaty hair back from his face once more and marvelling at how ridiculously gorgeous and sexy his boyfriend is, and then he smirks.
"Well," he says, reaching for his shorts. "That was fun, but I still can't let you have that package."
Even in his exhaustion Blaine still bursts out laughing and drags Kurt down on top of him, kissing Kurt breathless.
~*~
Author: rockinhamburger
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: Roughly 1,000.
Warnings: Role-play, barebacking.
Spoilers: Let's just say for all of S3 so far, but nothing beyond Hold On To Sixteen.
Summary: "Okay my parents are gone for the weekend," Blaine says in a hurry, just as he and Kurt are crossing paths in the hallway. "Can you be there at 5?"
Written For: valentina_says
Author's Notes: Under the cut, because long.
Okay, so this is very belated. You see, valentina_says celebrated her birthday last month, and because I was swamped with assignments and finals I did not get a chance to deliver the birthday gift fic I promised her. Vale is the first person in the Kurt/Blaine fandom I really made a connection with; she posted a request on the glee_kink_meme, which inspired me and kick-started most of my Kurt/Blaine fandom writing. So you can blame her, because it's all really Vale's fault :)
Anyway, she deserves lavish birthday gifts, but I can at least deliver a gift in the form of porny fic. Vale, I'm sorry it's so late, bb, but here it is and I hope you like it! Happy Belated Birthday! ♥
Title is taken from Garbage's I Think I'm Paranoid. Also, the "plot" for this fic was shamelessly stolen from this porn video.
~*~
"Okay my parents are gone for the weekend," Blaine says in a hurry, just as he and Kurt are crossing paths in the hallway. "Can you be there at 5?"
"I'll be there," Kurt assures him.
Kurt can't concentrate at all during AP History.
-
Kurt rings the bell and waits, clipboard clasped against his chest with one arm and a package held against his hip with the other. He's wearing blue shorts, a button-down blue shirt, and a mail cap on his head. He cocks one hip just as the door opens.
Blaine's dressed in his Dalton uniform, which brings Kurt back to coffees and kisses between classes and top 40 songs performed acapella. But he reins himself in.
"Good afternoon," he says, giving the young man before him a polite smile. "I have a package here for a Mr John Anderson. Is he available to sign for it?"
The young man leans against the door jam. "I'm sorry, he isn't. I can sign for it, though."
Kurt taps his clipboard against his chest. "I'm afraid I can only allow Mr John Anderson to sign for and take this package. Do you know when he will be home?"
The kid looks down for a moment, then up through his eyelashes. "The thing is, Mr..."
"Hummel."
"Mr Hummel. The thing is, that package is something I ordered for my parents, for Christmas, so if I could just sign for it I'd be really grateful."
Kurt shakes his head. "I'm very sorry, but I could lose my job if I abuse the rules."
"Well, actually, my dad is home, he's just busy working in his office but if you come in I can go get him and ask him to sign for it?"
Kurt hesitates for a moment, uncertain, then says, "All right."
"I'm Blaine, by the way," Blaine says, letting Kurt in with a shy little smile. He leads Kurt into the living room and points at a roomy sofa. "You can sit down while I get him."
"All right," Kurt says, feeling awkward in a strange home but sitting down anyway. But rather than go and get his father, Blaine sits down right beside Kurt.
"Okay, I lied before. My dad's not home, but I really really need this package, so I'd be willing to do anything to get it."
Kurt sighs. "Blaine, I've made the rules very clear--"
"What if I give you a blowjob?" Blaine whispers as he leans in. "Will you give it to me then?"
Kurt sits up ramrod straight. "That is bribery, and it's a federal offence. I'll excuse it because you're young, but--"
"Please, Mr Hummel," Blaine interrupts, voice silky smooth. "Let me take care of you." He punctuates the request by stroking his hand up Kurt's covered but suddenly very attentive cock. Kurt sucks in a breath, muscles tensed in restraint, and then he lets it all go, drops the package and clipboard on to the floor, and drags Blaine into a hard, dominant kiss.
Blaine's eager, so delightfully eager. He's got Kurt's belt unbuckled, his shorts unbuttoned and unzipped in about five seconds flat, all while his tongue pushes desperately against Kurt's. Kurt helps Blaine pull his shorts down his legs, and then Blaine sinks his mouth on to Kurt's cock. He groans and starts to suck hard, bobbing his head up and down in time with the hand that's stroking from base to tip.
Kurt groans and holds his hips back, pushing Blaine's hair back from his face. "Yes, yes, so good," he hisses. Blaine whimpers and doubles his speed, deep throating Kurt and swallowing thickly. Kurt cries out, thrusts up, "Fuck, oh, perfect."
Blaine's throat vibrates responsively around the head of Kurt's dick, and Kurt growls out his pleasure. He can no longer allow Blaine to do this when he can possibly have him. He pulls Blaine off of him, strokes both cheekbones with his thumbs.
"I wanna fuck you, can I fuck you?" he gasps. Blaine nods with a long, throaty moan. Kurt pushes Blaine back against the cushions of the couch. He loosens Blaine's tie a little, but leaves it on, starts sliding each button of Blaine's uniform shirt of its hole until he can yank the shirt tails out of the slacks. Blaine's hands scramble to undo the buttons of Kurt's shirt too, sliding it off Kurt's shoulders to flutter to the floor or couch; Kurt doesn't check. He wrenches Blaine's pants open and hitches them down and off Blaine's legs. Blaine hauls Kurt's pants down from where they're bunched around his thighs, and then they're naked except for Blaine's tie, shirt, and jacket.
"Fuck me," Blaine growls into their fiery kiss, licking hot and firm along Kurt's tongue and the roof of his mouth. Kurt lifts Blaine's left leg over his left arm and drags the thumb of his free hand over Blaine's hole. Blaine's hands clench on Kurt's shoulders, and his head falls back against the couch, mouth open on heavy pants of obvious arousal.
Kurt strokes one hand along his cock, lines it up to Blaine's waiting entrance and slides slowly in. Blaine's whole body twitches in Kurt's arms, muscles seizing. He gasps as Kurt pushes in, searching for the right angle, and then he writhes against Kurt with a deep groan, "Harder!"
Kurt picks up speed, thrusting in at a relentless pace that has Blaine bent almost entirely in half and keening on harsh intakes of breath. Kurt glides his open mouth across Blaine's jaw and down his throat. Blaine moans, whispers, "Kiss me!", frantically.
Kurt does, coaxing Blaine into a filthy kiss. Blaine's head lolls back on to the couch, and he opens his mouth on a desperate groan as Kurt shifts against Blaine's prostate and slides his hand around Blaine's cock at the same moment.
Blaine comes. His toes curl, his arms slip from their grasp on Kurt's shoulders and down Kurt's arms; his hole spasms around Kurt and his eyes clench shut as he sobs out his orgasm. Kurt lifts his hands to cradle Blaine's face, kissing Blaine slow and sweet as he sags from exertion.
Kurt holds Blaine's face even as he pumps his hips rapidly in and out a few last times, and then he yanks himself out to jerk himself off on Blaine's heaving, gleaming chest. Blaine lets out one last whimper of pleasure when Kurt's come splashes across his chest.
They pant together for a few suspended moment, Kurt stroking Blaine's sweaty hair back from his face once more and marvelling at how ridiculously gorgeous and sexy his boyfriend is, and then he smirks.
"Well," he says, reaching for his shorts. "That was fun, but I still can't let you have that package."
Even in his exhaustion Blaine still bursts out laughing and drags Kurt down on top of him, kissing Kurt breathless.
~*~