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June 27, 2013, 7:03 a.m.
Our Silly Life: Chapter 11
E - Words: 581 - Last Updated: Jun 27, 2013 Story: Closed - Chapters: 11/? - Created: Mar 20, 2012 - Updated: Jun 27, 2013 148 0 0 0 0
Author's Notes: The lights were dimmed an occasional strobe light breaking through while a hazy smoke filled the air and bodies writhed together in a sweaty, too hot, wonderful mess. Blaine's arm was around Kurt's waist, their hips slotted together on the dance floor. Kurt's arms were flung in the air, his head thrown back as he pressed against Blaine in the dance of their life. Sweat droplets carved a path down Blaine's neck, his hair springing free of the gel so carefully applied earlier that day, his red bowtie hung loose around his neck - the victim of Kurt's curious fingers less than an hour previously.
They had been in New York all of a month and between getting settled in their definitely too small apartment and enrolling at College they just hadn't had time to really let loose until now. The heat and the alcohol they'd consumed (bought with fake ID's) made them both loose and inhibitions-less. They pressed against each-other, kissed freely and let their hands wander over the other. Kurt snaked his way down Blaine's body happily mouthing along to the lyrics of the heavy bassed song. Blaine pulled him back up to eye level looking heatedly into his deep blue eyes before capturing his lips in an intense kiss that seemed to sear straight through to their bones. Kurt's moan was lost in the noise of the club and the heat of Blaine's insistent mouth. Kurt fumbled for a second, his hands grappling against his boyfriends back and eventually finding his hand and dragging him out of the club, pushing him against the wall once they were outside and nosing against his neck, peppering sloppy kisses along his Adam's apple and generally reducing Blaine to a sweaty, horny teenage mess. Blaine shut his eyes and let his head bang back against the brick wall while simultaneously pulling Kurt impossibly closer. Some one whistled as they passed but both boys were honestly past caring. Neither one knew what time it was or how long they had been out and they just didn't care. It was only when one of the door staff tapped Kurt on the shoulder looking highly amused that they even registered they were will in public. Kurt pulled away a couple of centimeters and shook his head like he was trying to clear it. Blaine let his weight rest against the wall, still panting and took in Kurt's utterly debauched appearance, he felt an absurd streak of pride that he had caused Kurt to look that way and smirked slightly as Kurt's eyes rested on him. Kurt smiled shyly and twined his fingers with Blaine's gently.
"Come on, let's go home." His voice was deep and throaty and just did things to Blaine he couldn't begin to comprehend in his lust addled state, but warmth spread from his heart at the word 'home'. There would be no half thought out fumbles in the back of a car tonight, no worries about being home for curfew, no scary ass Burt waiting behind a closed door. Just them, going back to their apartment. To their home.
He let himself be tugged along like a lost puppy, the cool night air doing little to sober him up, especially once he caught sight of Kurt's ass in those jeans. He groaned inwardly and Kurt turned, flashing a cheeky grin at Blaine.
"Come on Romeo, you can get a better look when we get back." Blaine hurried up, Kurt's laughter following in his wake.
They had been in New York all of a month and between getting settled in their definitely too small apartment and enrolling at College they just hadn't had time to really let loose until now. The heat and the alcohol they'd consumed (bought with fake ID's) made them both loose and inhibitions-less. They pressed against each-other, kissed freely and let their hands wander over the other. Kurt snaked his way down Blaine's body happily mouthing along to the lyrics of the heavy bassed song. Blaine pulled him back up to eye level looking heatedly into his deep blue eyes before capturing his lips in an intense kiss that seemed to sear straight through to their bones. Kurt's moan was lost in the noise of the club and the heat of Blaine's insistent mouth. Kurt fumbled for a second, his hands grappling against his boyfriends back and eventually finding his hand and dragging him out of the club, pushing him against the wall once they were outside and nosing against his neck, peppering sloppy kisses along his Adam's apple and generally reducing Blaine to a sweaty, horny teenage mess. Blaine shut his eyes and let his head bang back against the brick wall while simultaneously pulling Kurt impossibly closer. Some one whistled as they passed but both boys were honestly past caring. Neither one knew what time it was or how long they had been out and they just didn't care. It was only when one of the door staff tapped Kurt on the shoulder looking highly amused that they even registered they were will in public. Kurt pulled away a couple of centimeters and shook his head like he was trying to clear it. Blaine let his weight rest against the wall, still panting and took in Kurt's utterly debauched appearance, he felt an absurd streak of pride that he had caused Kurt to look that way and smirked slightly as Kurt's eyes rested on him. Kurt smiled shyly and twined his fingers with Blaine's gently.
"Come on, let's go home." His voice was deep and throaty and just did things to Blaine he couldn't begin to comprehend in his lust addled state, but warmth spread from his heart at the word 'home'. There would be no half thought out fumbles in the back of a car tonight, no worries about being home for curfew, no scary ass Burt waiting behind a closed door. Just them, going back to their apartment. To their home.
He let himself be tugged along like a lost puppy, the cool night air doing little to sober him up, especially once he caught sight of Kurt's ass in those jeans. He groaned inwardly and Kurt turned, flashing a cheeky grin at Blaine.
"Come on Romeo, you can get a better look when we get back." Blaine hurried up, Kurt's laughter following in his wake.
The lights were dimmed an occasional strobe light breaking through while a hazy smoke filled the air and bodies writhed together in a sweaty, too hot, wonderful mess. Blaine's arm was around Kurt's waist, their hips slotted together on the dance floor. Kurt's arms were flung in the air, his head thrown back as he pressed against Blaine in the dance of their life. Sweat droplets carved a path down Blaine's neck, his hair springing free of the gel so carefully applied earlier that day, his red bowtie hung loose around his neck - the victim of Kurt's curious fingers less than an hour previously.
They had been in New York all of a month and between getting settled in their definitely too small apartment and enrolling at College they just hadn't had time to really let loose until now. The heat and the alcohol they'd consumed (bought with fake ID's) made them both loose and inhibitions-less. They pressed against each-other, kissed freely and let their hands wander over the other. Kurt snaked his way down Blaine's body happily mouthing along to the lyrics of the heavy bassed song. Blaine pulled him back up to eye level looking heatedly into his deep blue eyes before capturing his lips in an intense kiss that seemed to sear straight through to their bones. Kurt's moan was lost in the noise of the club and the heat of Blaine's insistent mouth. Kurt fumbled for a second, his hands grappling against his boyfriends back and eventually finding his hand and dragging him out of the club, pushing him against the wall once they were outside and nosing against his neck, peppering sloppy kisses along his Adam's apple and generally reducing Blaine to a sweaty, horny teenage mess. Blaine shut his eyes and let his head bang back against the brick wall while simultaneously pulling Kurt impossibly closer. Some one whistled as they passed but both boys were honestly past caring. Neither one knew what time it was or how long they had been out and they just didn't care. It was only when one of the door staff tapped Kurt on the shoulder looking highly amused that they even registered they were will in public. Kurt pulled away a couple of centimeters and shook his head like he was trying to clear it. Blaine let his weight rest against the wall, still panting and took in Kurt's utterly debauched appearance, he felt an absurd streak of pride that he had caused Kurt to look that way and smirked slightly as Kurt's eyes rested on him. Kurt smiled shyly and twined his fingers with Blaine's gently.
"Come on, let's go home." His voice was deep and throaty and just did things to Blaine he couldn't begin to comprehend in his lust addled state, but warmth spread from his heart at the word 'home'. There would be no half thought out fumbles in the back of a car tonight, no worries about being home for curfew, no scary ass Burt waiting behind a closed door. Just them, going back to their apartment. To their home.
He let himself be tugged along like a lost puppy, the cool night air doing little to sober him up, especially once he caught sight of Kurt's ass in those jeans. He groaned inwardly and Kurt turned, flashing a cheeky grin at Blaine.
"Come on Romeo, you can get a better look when we get back." Blaine hurried up, Kurt's laughter following in his wake.
They had been in New York all of a month and between getting settled in their definitely too small apartment and enrolling at College they just hadn't had time to really let loose until now. The heat and the alcohol they'd consumed (bought with fake ID's) made them both loose and inhibitions-less. They pressed against each-other, kissed freely and let their hands wander over the other. Kurt snaked his way down Blaine's body happily mouthing along to the lyrics of the heavy bassed song. Blaine pulled him back up to eye level looking heatedly into his deep blue eyes before capturing his lips in an intense kiss that seemed to sear straight through to their bones. Kurt's moan was lost in the noise of the club and the heat of Blaine's insistent mouth. Kurt fumbled for a second, his hands grappling against his boyfriends back and eventually finding his hand and dragging him out of the club, pushing him against the wall once they were outside and nosing against his neck, peppering sloppy kisses along his Adam's apple and generally reducing Blaine to a sweaty, horny teenage mess. Blaine shut his eyes and let his head bang back against the brick wall while simultaneously pulling Kurt impossibly closer. Some one whistled as they passed but both boys were honestly past caring. Neither one knew what time it was or how long they had been out and they just didn't care. It was only when one of the door staff tapped Kurt on the shoulder looking highly amused that they even registered they were will in public. Kurt pulled away a couple of centimeters and shook his head like he was trying to clear it. Blaine let his weight rest against the wall, still panting and took in Kurt's utterly debauched appearance, he felt an absurd streak of pride that he had caused Kurt to look that way and smirked slightly as Kurt's eyes rested on him. Kurt smiled shyly and twined his fingers with Blaine's gently.
"Come on, let's go home." His voice was deep and throaty and just did things to Blaine he couldn't begin to comprehend in his lust addled state, but warmth spread from his heart at the word 'home'. There would be no half thought out fumbles in the back of a car tonight, no worries about being home for curfew, no scary ass Burt waiting behind a closed door. Just them, going back to their apartment. To their home.
He let himself be tugged along like a lost puppy, the cool night air doing little to sober him up, especially once he caught sight of Kurt's ass in those jeans. He groaned inwardly and Kurt turned, flashing a cheeky grin at Blaine.
"Come on Romeo, you can get a better look when we get back." Blaine hurried up, Kurt's laughter following in his wake.