Kurt had a relatively quiet day at school. Only a few idiotic comments, 2 slams into lockers, and he was only slushied once. But that isn't what he reflected on that night. He couldn't stop thinking about his dream the night before. It seemed so real. Then almost as if conjured by thinking, Kurt felt a familiar touch. The Phantom Hands traced his arms, making their way up to his shoulders and back down again. Kurt made his way from his desk to his bed. Homework will have to wait. He had to see if this sensation was real or not. He thanked the universe that he put a lock on his door long ago. He removed his clothes and rested on his bed. The Hands glided over his torso with feather light touches. Then, right on cue, The Lips found their place on Kurt's neck.
Kurt closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh. Once his eyes were closed Kurt say a pair of gorgeous and haunting Hazel eyes. The eyes didn't frighten him, they only intensified to pleasure he was feeling. He had to assume these eyes were part of the ghostly being that was now feeling its way down Kurt's stomach. He felt on of The Hands grip his half hard cock, stroking him slowly, causing more blood to rush south. The Lips made their way down too. Choosing to kiss, lick, and nibble at the sensitive area where stomach meets pelvis. All the time, Kurt's eyes stayed closed so he could see The Eyes. Kurt found himself thrusting up into The Hand. The Lips got the hint as they made their way to his throbbing erection. They enveloped his head and slowly slid down this shaft. Kurt had to bite his tongue to stifle the moan that escaped. The combination of the Lips' cock sucking, The Hands' soft touches, and the vision of those Eyes; sent Kurt over the edge. It didn't take long before his orgasm was shooting through his entire body.
Kurt opened his eyes, The Hands and Lips were gone. He was covered in cum. "Gross!" he thought. As he got up to go shower, he heard a voice, a laugh even. It wasn't a cruel or mocking laugh, it was warm and comforting. He didn't recognize it. I wasn't Finn's or his dad's. It wasn't anyone he knew. But when Kurt heard this laugh echo through the room, he fell in love with it. Even if it was just in his head.