Chapter 5, Blaine Pov

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I missed you tonight… Soooo much. –Blaine

I missed you too. How'd it go with your dad? –Kurt

Stupid…. Don't really want to talk about it though. My dad is just an ass. Can I come over? –Blaine

Blaine, its almost 9 oclock. We have school tomorrow. I don't think my dad's going to be cool with you coming over…. : ) -Kurt

He doesn't have to know…. I can come later. Like after midnight when he'll be sleeping, and you can sneak me in… I really need to see you. -Blaine

I know exactly what Kurt is doing right now. He is biting his lip, and turning his phone over in his hands over and over contemplating whether or not to give in to the temptation of what we both know, he wants.

Ok….. I'll sneak you in. But park like…. Down the street. –Kurt

And that was how I ended up on Kurt’s bed with him, at 12;30 at night, shirtless and sweaty.

"I was thinking about you all night. Every time my dad opened his mouth, I just thought of you, and it kept me from storming out, and getting grounded."

Kurt continued to kiss me as we lay side by side, breathing a little erratic, but nothing but comfortable.

"I'm glad you didn't. An angry dad on your back is not gonna help us see each other more." Kurt huffed, and immediately attached himself to my lips again….

But I let go. Kurt's eagerness to make out was taking effect on me.

"What’s wrong?" he asked.

I tried changing the subject, willing my friend to not come out to play yet. I've been pretty careful about not letting Kurt feel my hard on's when we've made out over the past few weeks, but the way we were laying right now, he would surely feel it.

"I see somebody wants to play."

Ok too late, he felt it. We literally had just brought up our talk from a while back about letting our hands travel south of the equator. And just earlier, I brought up us being adventurous. That’s what led us here. I needed to be with Kurt tonight.

Not only because my dad stresses me out by his constant lack of support of me and glee, but because Kurt looked at me earlier, and I swear, he looked like he was turned on. I couldn’t get that look on his face out of my mind all day.

I smiled back, and leaned to resume kissing him, and scooted closer to each other until we were chest to chest, knees to knees. I started to trail slow, and languid kisses down his neck, just reveling the scent that is Kurt, and I started to suck lightly on a spot under his jaw, just to the left.

"B-Blaine… It’s too hot for a turtleneck to school, stop it….."

But I was unconvinced with his tone, so I just sucked harder, marking his perfect porcelain neck with a dark pink splotch.

He exhaled, and grabbed my face, pulling me to kiss him again, and his tongue slid into my mouth, past my teeth, and he parted my lips sloppily. I took his bottom lip between my teeth, and nibbled a bit, but proceeded to suck it red. He tasted amazing.

Kurt was breathing shakily, and I knew now, that I was definitely hard again, and this time, I didn't care. I would not stop kissing Kurt.

My hand trailed down his chest pulling his t-shirt up at his navel, and then my fingers traced up his bare torso. Kurt’s fingers were in my tangled mess of hair and it felt absolutely heavenly. I released his lips for a moment to catch my breath. In that brief moment, he buried his face in my chest, and I look down to see that he had a hard on that was straining in his sweats.

I had the very intense urge to grab it, and turn him into a blubbering mess of moans and groans. But I didn't want to do anything that Kurt wouldn't be ready for.     

2 weeks ago when we were in this very same room making out, Kurt had put his palm to my bulge, and I almost know for sure that he would've palmed me had his dad not walked in, and kicked me out for the night for being on Kurt’s bed, yet again. I think it had more to do with the fact that he saw Kurt’s hand resting on my groin, but either way, we were forgiven, (cus papa Burt is a softie, and a bit of a pushover, so I have learned) and this was our first time making out since then.

And this time, there would almost surely be no Burtus Interruptus…..

I let my hand slide back down Kurt’s chest and hit the waistband of him sweats before stopping.

I looked at Kurt’s face now, as he looked down at my hand, and he moved it back up his chest.

Ok, so, I was seeing things. He’s not ready yet.

"No. Blaine. Actually, can I….. I want to take away some of your stress. Is that ok?"

Oh god, if he meant what I think he meant….. "Ok." I whispered.

Kurt rolled me onto my back, and he unbuttoned my jeans slowly, and I was slightly embarrassed at how tight they were because of my erection.

I swallowed, and I really hope it wans’t loudly because that would be weird. And awkward, and I didn't want this to be awkward.

Kurt’s fingers pulling down my zipper almost tickled. Kurts hands were about to be on me. Bare.

For the first time.

I wanted to start singing.

Through the hole in my boxers, he put his hand in, and with how hot the air surrounding my shaft was, his hand was a little cold. I flinched just a bit, and he pulled my friend out of his cage.

My breathing hitched as Kurt made eye contact with me at the same time that his thumb pressed against the head of my cock, and rubbed the bit of pre-come that had come out.

His eyes were completely lust blown. A very dark green it seemed, but it was hard to tell with only the moonlight from the window.

"Is this ok?" he asked, in a low register voice that I don't think I have ever heard yet from him….

And god damnit all! It was freaking SEXY!

"Yeah….. Yeah it's good…" I stuttered out.

He wrapped his now warm hand around my length and started to pump me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. Somehow that made everything a lot hotter. The eye contact.

He saw every time my mouth opened when his hands brushed against my balls, and he saw every sharp inhale when he twisted his hand right at the head of my cock. I should feel vulnerable. But I didn't. I just felt very very turned on!

And as his hand started to pump even faster around me, I moaned softly causing Kurt to smile mischievously and tighten his grip just a bit.

That did it. I felt the pooling of butterflies in my lower stomach, and I knew that as amazing as this feels, and how much I don't want it to stop, it is going to be over in about 10 seconds.

"K-Kurt….. You're… I'm about to…."

"I know." Kurt said in that same low voice that seriously is what sent me over the edge,

His strokes on me slowed, and now his hands seemed like they were pulling the streams of my white cum right from my head.

When I was damp, and going limp, Kurt took his hands off of me, still with his eyes locked on mine.

"Kurt…." I whimpered.

He batted his eyelashes, scooted up on the bed to kiss my lips in a passionate peck, and then got off of the bed, and walked to the bathroom.

I exhaled, and was so blissed out, I didn't even question why he got up. That was incredible…

He came back with a hand towel, and he wiped his hand with it before leaning down to clean my limp member off.

At the contact, it threatened to get hard again, but I willed it away, and with Kurt finishing the cleaning, the urge subsided.

"Was that ok?"

I simply nodded and answered him with a kiss. "You're perfect."

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"Mr. Anderson?" Mr. Phelps called angrily, and judging by his tone, it’s probably not the first time he called. I must've been sooooo lost in my thoughts of last night’s amazing perfection time with Kurt, that I didn't hear.

"Yeah?" I responded trying to come out of my thoughts.

"Can you read the next paragraph? On Collin's theory of irregular slavery?"

Is it bad that I totally can't even remember what class I am in right now? Let alone what paragraph we are on.

"Uh…. sure…." I looked down at my book, and it was on a page of review questions, for the last chapter. Wow, I hadn't even gotten to the chapter the class is reading…

Whoops.

"Yeah…um… I'm sorry, what page is that on?"

Mr. Phelps exhaled and started to remove his glasses when I hadn't answered yet.

Ok, I'll admit, it really isn't like me to not pay attention in class, but being that I am usually a very good student, I deserve a daydream or two. Even if this specific daydream really happened last night.

Besides, I'd rather be thinking about an amazing handjob from my gorgeous boyfriend, than slavery from the 1800's or whatever this was about.

"Mr. Anderson, I think it would be appropriate for you to come in after school for a detention, and maybe then, you can catch up on this lesson and make up for your serious lack of attentiveness in my class today."

I sighed, and slumped a little in my chair. Detention would make me late for West Side story rehearsal, and then I’d get chewed out by DirectArtie. Thankfully, the bell rang before he could really say anything else, and I started packing up my stuff to get the heck out of here! Maybe I could rush out before he could hand me a detention slip.

Of course, no such luck.

I tried walking out of class, but Mr. Phelps too quickly called me to his desk.

"Blaine, I don't know what is going on, but you need to pull it together, and keep it out of my classroom. You have an education to gain while in here, and you're dazing into another mindset is not benefitting your grade."

He handed me a detention slip, and it read

After school detention Monday, and Tuesday

Offense: Classroom disruption

I rolled my eyes. I'd hardly call it a class disruption, but whatever. And Damnit! Today and tomorrow?!

"You need to bring back that detention slip tomorrow signed, as well as this test." He said handing me a test with a big red D- on it.

"What the hell?! You gave me a D-?"

My Phelps wasn't looking at me anymore. He was focused on his papers on his desk. I sighed, and walked out of the class, and off to detention.

Ok, maybe I have been stretching myself too thin lately... Kurt and I have been spending lot time together, and glee practice, and booty camp, and the musical, and of course my dad being a douchebag... I haven't been making much time to study. I'll check myself. I'll do better.

I approached Kurt at his locker just as he was spraying his hair.

I went to lean beside his locker, and he shut it and looked at me.

"Long day?"

I just pouted, and nodded looking at the ground. He grabbed my cheeks, and swiftly kissed my upper lip softly before any jocks made it to this hallway.

"Let's go. Rehearsal calls." He said grabbing my arm, and pulling me with him down to the auditorium.

"...I... I can't... I kind of got a detention..."

Kurt stopped and look at me with wide eyes. "What did you do?"

I bit my bottom lip. "I may have been daydreaming in class... During a lecture on a chapter….. And then I didn't hear him calling me."

Kurt squinted his eyes at me... "What exactly were you daydreaming about?..."

I blushed...

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