June 1, 2012, 8:11 a.m.
I Feel The Chemicals Kicking In: It's Getting Heavy and I Want To Run
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Working under cars would kill me one day.
Thankfully though, "Dirrty" by Christina Aguilera had come onto the radio and no one had changed it yet which meant that Finn must have left to go to lunch with Dad as well. Usually I would be sprinting out to grab lunch, but I had been working on this damn Camry for 2 hours straight and had to be getting close to the problem. I was too close to stop now.
I wiggled on my Dolly to the music, then stopped when I almost tipped over. My neck was aching since I had given the good Dolly with the sturdy headrest to my father while the one I was using had a headrest that was bent back just a bit too far to comfortably relax your neck on.
This oil leak was driving me insane since I couldn't find the source. I moved the car onto the jack and tilted it up higher so I could move my welding torch underneath as well. Back on my back, I maneuvered a torch and thick stick of metal to melt into the break in the underside of the car that I thought could be the source of the leak. I concentrated on the flames leaping in front of my welder's mask for a few minutes, then flicked it off when I was satisfied with the weld.
Lowering the jack slightly again, I slid back on the Dolly and ran a rag along the underside seeing if it was still leaking and almost grinned in satisfaction until a short spray of black grease shot at my face.
"FUCK!" I yelled into the emptiness of the hopefully still empty shop.
Suddenly there were footsteps and I prayed to every deity that it wasn't my dad or worse, a customer.
"Dad?" I called out from under the car, unable to see anything.
A familiar chuckle and then, "No, unless you're into that."
Smiling at Blaine's voice, I planted my feet flat on the ground to slide myself out, but Blaine's foot was on the Dolly and he glided me out himself.
I folded my hands over my stomach as he pulled me out.
"Hello beautiful," I greeted.
He smirked. "Hey grease monkey."
My eyes widened when I became super-aware that my clothes and face were probably splattered with grease.
Seeing my distress, he shook his head and leaned towards me. "Don't freak out, Kurt. It's hot."
The deepness in his tone sent a spike of interest through me.
"So whatcha doing here?" I asked conversationally, still reclining.
"I wanted to visit my lovely boyfriend at work. Are Burt and Finn at lunch? And where's that other guy?"
"They went to Subway for lunch and Derek is off today. It's just me here."
He smiled again. "Awesome." He took off his satchel and jacket, then got on his knees and laid on top of my soiled clothes, bringing his lips to mine.
"Blaine," I growled against his lips, ignoring the uncomfortable position we were in, especially when he used his foot to push us back under the car.
He wrapped his entire body around me, trying not to topple over. He sucked on my upper lip, one of my arms wrapped around his waist, the other braced against the ground to help steady us.
A faint voice in the back of my mind is telling me how dangerous this was and how filthy Blaine's recently clean clothes must be, but my body was focusing more intently on how turned on I was getting.
"Mm, baby you smell so good," Blaine rumbled into my ear.
I chuckled though and swatted his ass. "Shut up, I'm sweaty and covered in grease. You're such an awful liar."
He sucked at my neck, then responded, "No, I like it. It's turning me on."
Nibbling at his earlobe, I gently rolled up and immediately knew he was telling the truth because of the tell-tale hard on that was growing against my thigh. "I know. I can feel."
Sexy as it was initially, I was getting claustrophobic under this car, trapped with my boyfriend. "Shouldn't we take this somewhere else?" I suggested.
He groaned, rutting against me. "Do we have to?"
As much I wanted to say "no" and let him fuck my brains out under this stuffy car, I knew I had to be the responsible one in the relationship and was able to move my legs enough to move us out, unfortunately that involved me bucking my hips up as I awkwardly maneuvered us out. Blaine was panting against me and flushed red. "Sorry," he mumbled, pulling himself together a bit so he could climb off me.
As soon as I stood up on shaky legs, he grabbed the front of my work shirt and brought me into another searing kiss. "If you couldn't tell, we haven't done the deed in weeks and I'm a bit eager."
"No. Fucking. Duh," I said between hard kisses, ignoring the pang in my stomach because the previous week had consisted of our little fight. "Comon,' Carole is at work and Dad is out with Finn and I need a lunch break so I have an hour to myself at home where I shouldn't expect any interruptions.
Soon enough, we were in my room, my legs straddling Blaine's waist and my torso bent over to connect our lips. We had been strictly kissing for 15 minutes, our hard-ons straining against our jeans, but neither making a move to push further with our activities.
"You're going to be late back to work," Blaine mumbled against my lips, hands sliding down to my lower back and fisting into my shirt.
"I'm way past caring about that."
I captured his lips again and held my breath, something I didn't usually do. Blaine stilled beneath me, letting me feel his lips. I reveled in the shape of his mouth, how it fit against mine so perfectly. I pulled back an inch and breathed, then connected with him again sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, then giving him a few closed-mouth pecks.
I would always love the beautiful smacking sound lips created when they pulled away. A wet clicking noise that would forever give me goosebumps, especially when I was the one making them.
"I could do this forever with you, Kurt. I love you so much," Blaine whispered, craning his neck up to take my lips this time.
However, I had always been a proactive individual.
Our hips slotted together and my thigh fell between his legs as his did. I allowed myself a few hard grinds down, practically melting from the feel of his docile form beneath me. The bed creaked as I rut against him and felt his hands running up and down my back.
"Kurt?" he whispered.
"Yes, Blaine?"
He didn't answer and then I felt a tangible change in the air when our eyes locked. I swallowed and he untangled our legs so that I was now between them. My cheeks flushed and he nodded, rubbing circles into my hip. I leaned down and kissed his forehead, then began to unbutton my pants with one hand, holding myself up with the other. He worked on his own pants and then reached for the condoms and lube out of the false bottom of my bedside table.
"Are you absolutely sure?" I murmured to him, our noses touching.
"Of course I am. I love you."
"I love you too."
I connected our lips once more and rest my hand on his stomach. Slowly, I slid my hand down, ghosting over his hipbones then down his light trail of hair. I palmed over his naked erection a few times, his eyelids fluttering and his hips rolling into my touch.
"Kurt," he breathed. It sent a sharp tingle up my spine which made me want him all the more.
I took the lube from behind him and took my time warming it between my fingers before I tried to enter him. He sucked in a sharp intake of air, and I tried to distract him by beginning to suck a dark hickey beneath his left peck. His fingers entwined into my hair, petting me. I had to stifle a laugh because of the contrast of his loving gesture with what my two fingers were now doing deep inside him, stretching and moving around looking for his special spot.
"You okay?" I asked him.
"Mm."
I felt bad that I hadn't found his prostate yet but then-
"Holy mother of fuck," he gasped out, making me laugh out a bit because of his phrasing.
"Did I find it?"
He bit down hard on his bottom lip and nodded frantically, a high whimper escaping.
"Fuck, fuck this feels so much better than when I do it," he said, jaw slacking when I began to pump my fingers and turn them directly into his bundle of nerves. "Shit, Kurt. You're so wonderful."
"I know," I responded cheekily, a piece of hair falling onto my forehead.
After a few minutes, his body was coated in sweat, and I felt his dick, having been trapped between our hips softening. I frowned and he happened to notice my confusion.
He blushed and mumbled, "It happens. Don't worry about it, I love what you're doing to me. Please, never stop." After a few moments more his eyes widened and with urgency he said, "Actually, maybe you should s-stop, oh god, if you don't stop, Kurt. I'm going to cum."
I stared him in the eyes and rubbed two of the three fingers I had in him roughly against his prostate.
"Fuck, Kurt, J-jesus I'm-oh," he babbled. "I- oh-oh."
Before I really knew what was happening, his entire body tensed up and his eyes squeezed shut. His chest flushed and his hips strained up, his muscles clenching around my moving digits. Though there was no cum, but he was obviously having an orgasm, and what seemed to be an intense one at that if the loud and high whimpers that were streaming from his mouth were any indication. His hips shucked down on my fingers while he rode out his orgasm and suddenly he body went completely lax under me.
He slowly blinked his eyes open and looked at me. "So yeah...that's what happens."
I kissed him full on the mouth, delving my tongue deep into him, then pulled back, his lips cherry red. "That was so hot."
He raised an eyebrow. "R-really?"
I nodded. "Fuck yeah... so how long do you think until you're ready again?" I asked, painfully aware that I hadn't allowed myself to cum yet.
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "The somewhat nice thing about not physically jizzing, it that my recovery time is awesome."
"Fuck yes," I mumbled under my breath then attacked his lips again. His knuckles brushed against my stomach and I knew he was already working his dick over. I moaned into his lips and rubbed against his thigh.
Though I didn't necessarily want to part with his dick, I scooted down the bed so my knees barely stayed on the bed and I moved his hand off his dick. I took him into my mouth in one swift motion and he groaned out my name, precum starting to rapidly leak from my erection.
"Oh yes, oh God, baby," he chanted.
I inhaled through my nose, then sunk my mouth down his dick, all the way to the base. He was heavy and thick down my throat, but I forced myself to stay calm and not gag. A few tears escaped, but then I looked up at him through my lashes and very slowly I lifted my head up, his dick slowly sliding out between my lips.
"Fuck."
His fingers stroked my cheek and he babbled dirty words under his labored breaths. Eventually his hand mussed and pulled at my hair so I finally pulled off. Grabbing the condom, I rolled it onto my dick with some more lube, knowing full well that this wasn't going to last long, but still intent on topping him.
His legs wrapped around my waist and I captured his lips again before gently pushing a few inches of my length into him. He nipped at my bottom lip and squeezed his eyes shut as I stretched him open for the first time.
"It's okay. It's alright, I got you my love," I whispered to him, fighting the overwhelming urge to pound him into the mattress. But not tonight, some other time perhaps. Tonight I needed to show him that I loved him and that any underlying fears of me hurting him should be totally eradicated.
Very slowly I pushed more of myself into him, and eventually my hips were flush against his ass. A moan escaped from my lips and I finally allowed myself to revel in how tight he was around me and how wonderful it felt. There was no kind of action that could match what I was feeling with Blaine in that instant, and I hoped Blaine could feel it too.
His legs winded even tighter around my waist and he said "You can move if you want."
Wetting my lips, I ground my hips into him, not wanting to pull away just yet and felt him stretching even more around me. Being my first time, I wasn't sure exactly how to move my hips, but I thought back to when Blaine topped and tried to copy his technique.
My hands flew to his thighs, holding his trembling limbs in place as I began rocking into him more persistently. My head fell back and I knew that if I wanted to, I could orgasm, but I slowed down my movements to let the oncoming wave of pleasure subside. While I let that feeling ebb away, Blaine moved his hand to his dick, making small movements close to the head.
"Are you going to cum?" I asked him, my voice extremely rough and deep.
"Shit, I think- oh yeah, definitely once you start going again."
Hoping to please him, I began my thrusts again, almost accidentally pulling out entirely at one point and making him begin a long, low, scream of "AhhhHHH."
His unbroken yell was music to my ears and I felt like I could get off from that particular sound alone. He had never been this loud and my hips snapped hard into him as if to make him even louder.
He emitted a high squeak and his hand flew over his erection (the other biting into my skin) while he came undone and expelled cum all over himself, reaching up to his chin.
His anal muscles contracted tight around me and made my own abdomen clench from the pressure. Knowing that he was satisfied, I pounded my last few thrusts into him and stilled, completely deep inside his body when I finally came. I stared at his flushed face as I filled up the condom, then carefully pulled out of him, rolling off the condom as soon as I could.
In one phrase, though some of it may have been my ego talking, Blaine looked thoroughly fucked.
"I love you so fucking much, Kurt."
I smiled and straddled his body, arching down and licking up a stripe of the bitter cum on his torso. Suddenly his hands were gripping my face and our tongues entwined together.
"You're so wonderful," I whispered against his lips and gave him another kiss.
We spooned for at least 15 minutes, exchanging lazy kisses and stroking each others bodies. I sucked half a dozen hickeys to Blaine's back, wanting to mark my territory.
"We should do that again," Blaine said, breaking our intimate silence.
My ears perked up. "Really?"
He nodded. "It felt...it felt amazing."
"I don't know if I can again," I said with a giggle that I muffled with his shoulder.
He twisted around and lifted the sheet over our waists. "Um, I think you can," he said with a dirty smirk, eyeing the erection that I hadn't realized had formed.
My body surprised myself and I laughed again, never having remembered either of us being so giddy after making love. "Oh, I guess I could. Gotta love our over-active teenage bodies... but I never ate lunch... Aw, fuck it."
I grabbed his cheek and tried to kiss him, but he moved back.
"Are you hungry?" he asked me seriously, holding my chin. "I don't want you to pass-out halfway through from low blood sugar. That might make it kind of awkward."
My stomach growled loudly and Blaine burst out laughing and fell over onto the sheets, wrapping himself up haphazardly. "So I guess the true question is: food or sex?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I thought about it, his joking aside. Either I could eat, or I could fuck my boyfriend.
Why was I even debating this?
"Sex. Sex is much more fun."
He pushed me down into the mattress and climbed on top of me, already beginning to place a condom onto my hardness.
I touched his face again, stroking my thumb against his cheek. He leaned down and placed a kiss against my chest.
"I love you," I whispered softly, letting my hand trail down his torso.
"I love you too," he said, bringing his mouth to mine and murmuring more words gently between my lips while he stroked me slowly.
I guess my "little problem" was never going to be solved, but we're young teenagers in love and I suppose that this is all just part of youth.
It was just us. Kurt and Blaine. I wanted him forever and I wanted the wedding and the babies and the arguments and the fights and the makeups and the love and the pain and the tough times and the good times all with him. I loved him and there was no force that could ever convince me otherwise.
With that in mind, I was going to make sure I was going to use my youth to my advantage and enjoy it while I had it because there was going to be even more wonderful chapters to happen in our lives.
I had a gorgeous, kind, boyfriend that I could spend it with; every moment, every little problem.
The End...
But is it ever really the end when it comes to Klaine's love?