Talking to the Moon

Chapter 2

"I've left my clothes here." said Kurt, rubbing his wet hair with a towel. "Blaine…"

"Sorry, what did you say?" Blaine shook his head to get back.

"You're sitting on my clothes." Kurt chuckled and tried to move Blaine away from his clothes a bit.

"Oh, sorry. Here you go." Blaine handed Kurt his clothes. "Had a nice shower?"

"It was fantastic, thank you." Kurt smiled and tried to button up his shirt but he wasn't really good at it. Gaah. How should I put them together? It's supposed to be easy…

"Uhm. You're- you've missed one hole." Blaine said and when he saw that there was no chance for Kurt to figure out how to button up his shirt, he decided to help. "There you go."

"Thanks." Kurt smiled at him. "I dunno what happened. I could button it easily last time." Kurt grabbed his towel and Blaine turned away for a moment as Kurt sighed and put his boxers on.

He's not shy and that's a fact… And it's gonna kill me someday.

"How do I look?" Kurt asked with a slight smile on his face.

"Stunning." That was all what Blaine could say.

"Oh…" Kurt blushed. "Didn't you want to take a shower, too?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, sure." Blaine mumbled a bit confused and went into the bathroom.

The bathroom echoes. Don't do anything, Blaine!

He took a cold shower to calm himself down.

Blaine got out of the bathroom fully clothed.

"You ready?" he asked Kurt.

"Yes!" Kurt answered excitedly. "I really love your curls." he changed the subject suddenly.

"It's just a mess… But I'm glad you like them."

"I don't like them… I love them!" he corrected Blaine and winked at him. "Can we go?"

"Sure. Bring it on!" Blaine bounced excitedly and they went out into the night.

Kurt tried out a drink called the 'Smurf' and Blaine drank a 'Rum Runner'. They were sitting at the bar when 'Hangover' came on.

"I looove this song. Kurt, come. Dance with me!" Drunk-Blaine said, grabbed the boy by his hips and went up on the dance floor. Their hips took up the song's rhythm.

While they moved pressed tightly against each other, Blaine buried his face in Kurt's neck and started to suck on it. Kurt's hips buckled against Blaine's harder, and he could feel that Blaine was half hard – and so was he.

By the end of the song, the bass got even harder – so were they – and Kurt bent down a bit, pulled Blaine's face closer and licked his lips. Blaine bit down on Kurt's bottom lip and then slipped his tongue into Kurt's mouth…

In the middle of the night Kurt and Blaine were laughing as they arrived at Blaine's door. Kurt buried his face into Blaine's hair while Blaine unlocked his door. After 3 minutes of failing and laughing he finally managed to open it.

Right after he opened the door he grabbed Kurt by his tie and shoved him against the wall. Blaine unbuttoned Kurt's shirt and took his left nipple into his mouth and started to suck on it.

"Holy, sweet hell!" Kurt gasped. "Don't stop! This feels so fucking good."

"You taste awesome." Blaine said in the little breaks from the sucking. "Your swearing makes you somehow even hotter. Fuck! You can't be real."

"I'm the greatest star, I am by far. But no one knows it..." Kurt sang these few words then collapsed onto Blaine's bed.

I wonder how we got in here…

"Yes, you're a star." Blaine said absently. "We can go star-ing together! Or what- what do stars usually do?"

"Shine." Kurt moaned and his head dropped back in pleasure. "Wh- what are- Fuck! What are you doing?"

"Shhh, gorgeous. I'm gonna make you feel comfortable." Blaine said with a huge smile on his face. He gave Kurt a passionate kiss and started to rub Kurt's bulge.

Kurt let out a loud, luscious moan. He mumbled something but Blaine couldn't make the words out. "I've- I've never… Oh, baise! "

Blaine pulled down Kurt's pants and briefs in one movement. The moment Kurt's erection sprung free Blaine licked the side of it from the base to the top, then started to tease the tip of it with his tongue.

"Mange ma bite! Je t'en prie." Holy shit. He can speak French? Why does that make me want him more?

The room started to light up and Kurt started to get brighter and brighter.

"Ne s'arrêtent pas!" Kurt ordered and he started to feel something warm inside of him.

Kurt's body trembled under Blaine who was getting light-headed from the way he was making noises and moaning so desperately. He was on the edge.

Kurt cried out as he came. His shining was glaring now, which made Blaine feel dizzier.

"Venu pour moi, please! Come for me, cocotte." Kurt reached down for Blaine's face and pulled him up for a long, passionate kiss. Blaine didn't need more than that. The French accent and Kurt's cum between them made Blaine cry out and he collapsed onto Kurt's bare chest.

They were breathing heavily.

"You're-, you're shining." Blaine panted. "And you can speak French…"

"Mhhh. Yes." Kurt mumbled happily before falling asleep.

"Night, gorgeous." Blaine kissed Kurt's chest and he fell asleep, too.

Blaine woke up with a pounding in his head.

It's too bright in this room. I can't open my eyes. I shouldn't have dri-… wait. What's this warm feeling? Oh, no. Ooh, no!

He opened his eyes. "Oh, no! No fucking way." Blaine jumped out of his bed, out of Kurt's hold.

Kurt groaned by the sudden movement and the cold feeling of Blaine's absence.

"Just one more sec." Kurt mumbled and pulled the blankets up over his head.

Blaine didn't want to talk about last night, so he tiptoed out of the room.

Why do I have to screw things up? Anyways, it's just your karma. Let's make some breakfast. What should I do? What should I make? Ah, scrambled eggs. Perfect. Kurt looks so perfect. Nope. The breakfast will look perfect. Kurt's gonna kill me anyways… At least I can have a fantastic meal before I die. He was delish too… Fuck! Crack the eggs and focus, Blaine!

Where am I? Oh, yeah. At Blaine's place… In his bedroom? He opened his eyes and pulled the blankets down from his head. Yes, I am in his bed. Naked. I wish I knew why my head is aching this much.

Kurt sat up and looked around in the room. "Oh, merde. Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé ? " he gasped. The lamp from the nightstand lay on the floor. Clothes were all over the floor, companied by some books and the bookshelf was a bit oblique. Not to mention the sheets…

"I hope Blaine's okay." He got out of the bed and reached down for his pants but after he put them on he realized the zipper was broken. "Fuck."

He heard some noises from the kitchen and smelled food. He decided to follow his senses. "Blaine?"

Blaine dropped the kitchen spoon in fright. He bent down for it and flushed it under the tap. "Kurt!" his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

"Did I scare you?" Kurt asked carefully.

"A bit…" Blaine responded. "How-, how are you?" He continued cooking while they were talking.

"Weird… but fantastic." he started. "Do you know what happened yesterday?"

Wait… "Don't you remember a thing?"

"Not really." Kurt said in embarrassment.

"Well… we went out, had a few drinks and it's a bit unclear what exactly happened after then, but I think we danced. And kissed." He deserves to know the truth. "And I blew you." Blaine said the last part barely audible but Kurt could heard it.

"You blew me? Umm… I don't really think I get it."

"Huh?" Blaine was surprised. "What do you mean by that 'you don't really get it'?

"You barely remember the things from last night but you remember that you blew me? People blow things all the time. Candles, balloons… What?"

"Kurt?" Blaine barely could control his facial expression. He couldn't decide if he should laugh or cry.

"Yes, Blaine?" Kurt was completely confused by now.

"You're adorable, and that's not what I meant." He smiled a bit, but then he realized that he's got to explain it to Kurt. "It means... gah. It means I put your, uhm, thing in my mouth."

"Put my... thing?" Kurt seemed absolutely lost.

"Your cock. I put your cock in my mouth." Blaine blurted out.

"Why?" Kurt seemed a bit upset.

"To make you feel comfortable and because it felt amazing." Blaine pursed his lips, but he realized he should have done that a few seconds earlier. "Sorry, I was drunk."

"Oh, my... I remember!" Kurt exclaimed. "It felt amazing, I even glared." He put his hands over his mouth before he could stop himself.

They were both blushing. Blaine was staring at his omelet and Kurt was focusing on his bare feet.

"Yeah... about the glare. What was it?"

"Remember I told you I'm not from here. And by here I mean here."

"You mean..."

"I'm a star, Blaine."

To be continued...