Aug. 19, 2012, 12:08 p.m.
Trouble Breathing: Part Two - Music of the Night
E - Words: 1,764 - Last Updated: Aug 19, 2012 Story: Closed - Chapters: 12/? - Created: May 25, 2012 - Updated: Aug 19, 2012 803 0 2 0 0
Blaine stepped out of the car and tugged at his shirt, then briskly walked around to the passenger side to open the passenger side door for Kurt. He extended his hand to assist Kurt out of the car, gawking openly once again at the way Kurt's pants flattered his legs and ass.
Kurt was wearing skin-tight white leather pants and his white doc martins, topped with a clingy v-neck sweater that was slightly see-through. He had spiked his hair a bit, and put on some eyeliner for the occasion. Blaine smiled at Kurt and wrapped his arms around his waist, groping Kurt's toned midsection through the sweater. Kurt kissed Blaine quickly and led the way into the nightclub.
An hour later, the boys were on their second drink each, and Kurt seemed to be losing himself in the music. Blaine admired the sheen of sweat on his skin and the way his hips swiveled as they danced together. He placed a hand on Kurt's waist and shot a quick glare at the nearest of the many guys who were unabashedly staring at his boyfriend.
Blaine was pleased that his suggestion for the evening had been such a hit. They had often tossed around the idea of dressing to the nines and driving down to Dayton to go to a real gay club, not a backwater dive bar like Scandals. Now, after the disastrous previous day, both boys were ready for some new surroundings.
Like Mr. Schue had said, the future was full of new experiences to be had, even if it didn't include NYADA. Blaine had complete faith in Kurt, and he knew his boyfriend would do amazing things no matter where he ended up. Blaine just hoped desperately that Kurt would choose to keep him along for the journey.
Kurt leaned in to speak directly into Blaine's ear over the pounding music. “Something on your mind, gorgeous?” Blaine thought for a moment before responding, self-censoring anything that might upset Kurt.
“I was just thinking that it's always good to try new things. We're young, it's good that we're living a little and having fun.”
“I couldn't agree more,” Kurt grinned wickedly. “Actually, I was just thinking of something else we could try... or someone.” The last part was said so softly that Blaine was sure he hadn't heard correctly over the cacophony of dance music and bawdy conversations.
Kurt darted around Blaine to the bar, leaving the shorter boy spinning, trying and failing to keep the connection of his hand to Kurt's waist. Kurt bounced up to the bar and ordered another drink, flashing a look at a boy seated on the stool to his right. “And another round of whatever he's having.” Kurt winked at the bartender and batted his eyelashes at the boy at the bar.
Blaine blinked in shock at the scene unfolding in front of him. “And another one for me, too, please” he said to the bartender, holding up his empty beer bottle. “I'm gonna need it,” Blaine muttered to no one in particular. Blaine didn't like the way this stranger, slim and handsome with a strong chin, straight brown hair and dark blue eyes, was ogling HIS Kurt.
“Do you come here often?” Kurt said to the strange boy, “You're adorable, but you don't look old enough to get in.”
“You don't either,” the blue-eyed stranger said, “you or your friend there. But there are ways around that, right?” He toyed with the brightly-colored scarf tied around his neck, possibly Hermes or a knockoff.
Blaine bristled at the word “friend”, but he was afraid to step in. Blaine had been the one who had broached the idea of a threesome, though it was just a fantasy and he thought he had been clear about that. More importantly, Kurt was having fun, and Blaine didn't want to get in the way of that. He trusted Kurt to stop before things got out of control.
“So what brings you here tonight? Besides a fake ID.” Kurt rested his hand on his chin and batted his eyelashes again.
“I'm celebrating, actually,” the boy said, taking a sip of the drink that had appeared in front of him. “I just graduated high school, and today I found out I'm going to my dream school in the fall.”
Kurt's eyes widened in shock, and his forced smile threatened to crack his face in half. Blaine placed a worried hand on Kurt's shoulder, but Kurt brushed it away.
“You know, you look familiar, what did you say your name was, again?”
“I didn't. Gavroche. After a character in Les Mis.” Gavroche beamed at Kurt and offered a handshake in mock formality.
Kurt took the extended hand, grinning. Blaine could see the tension building in his face, noticed a tell-tale twitch of the eyebrow. Kurt was struggling not to explode.
“I thought so. Kurt Hummel. We met at the NYADA mixer in the fall. I take it you got in?” Kurt asked, his voice rising higher.
Suddenly, Kurt's reaction made sense. Blaine felt anxiety knife through him. The whole point of coming to the club that night had been for Kurt to forget all about NYADA. Blaine felt helpless to prevent the scene unfolding in front of him.
“Yeah. It's a dream come true. I can't wait for the fall. Did you apply? It would be great to know someone else who is going.” Gavroche asked, his eyes shining.
“I, um, decided to go in another direction. I'll be doing something different in the fall,” Kurt replied. He jutted out his hip and leaned in to whisper in the other boy's ear. Gavroche's eyes flew open wide, and when Kurt grabbed his hand and led him away from the bar he eagerly followed. Blaine sighed and hurried after the pair.
* * * * *
Blaine wondered if they had reached the point where things were out of control, yet.
He had his back pressed up against the wall of the motel room, his shirt off and his pants undone with his cock out. Gavroche was completely naked with his arm around Blaine's neck, kissing his shoulder and stroking Blaine's cock roughly. Kurt only had his shirt off. He was currently on his knees fingering Gavroche open, pressing him onto Blaine's chest as he dove deeper.
Gavroche was attractive enough, Blaine supposed, but he couldn't hold a freaking candle to Kurt. This whole “threesome” thing was a lot less hot in real life than it had been in his fantasy.
“Let's move this party,” Kurt said, steering each boy by the shoulder and shoving them playfully onto the bed. Kurt grabbed Gavroche's arms and pulled him until he was stretched across the end of the bed on his back. The brunette gave no resistance, letting Kurt move him into position like a doll. “Blaine, suck him,” Kurt demanded, snapping his fingers.
Blaine did as he was told, with a slight pang of regret. The regret only intensified as he watched Kurt peel off his leather pants and put on a condom. Kurt stroked himself twice, then thumbed open Gavroche's mouth and sunk his cock into him.
Kurt moaned and rolled his eyes as Gavroche began to suck with enthusiasm. Blaine bobbed on Gavroche's cock, his eyes locked on Kurt's face, wishing he had the guts to tell his tall and charismatic boyfriend “no.”
But then, something changed.
Kurt moaned again and thrust into Gavroche's mouth, and his eyes came back down from where they had been fixed on the ceiling. Kurt skipped right over Gavroche and looked right at Blaine. His blue eyes burned into Blaine's with passion and love. The look made Blaine's heart speed up.
He decided to experiment a little. He stroked himself to heighten his arousal, then swirled his tongue around Gavroche's cock and sucked hard, still watching Kurt intently. Gavroche whimpered around Kurt's cock and thrashed on the bed. Kurt bit his lip and threw back his head, thrusting all the way into Gavroche's throat with a satisfied grunt.
Blaine felt he was starting to understand the benefits to a threesome.
Gavroche thrashed on the bed again, gasping and pulling away from Kurt. “Too much,” he whispered roughly with tears in his eyes.
“But that was so hot, baby,” Kurt purred, “Do you have any idea how good you look when you choke? Just relax, shhh, relax.” Kurt pressed Gavroche's shoulders down on to the bed and shot a knowing look at Blaine. Blaine got up on the bed and placed his hands on the boy's chest, following Kurt's lead.
Kurt sunk his cock into Gavroche's mouth again, stroking his cheek and making shushing noises. He thrust forward, curling his fingers around the boy's jaw and pressing with real force. Gavroche started to struggle again, and Blaine automatically grabbed his hands and pinned them to the bed, shifting to kneel on his thighs. Kurt beamed at Blaine, his face contorted in lust.
“Suck him some more, Blaine,” Kurt panted. Blaine moved so that he could still hold Gavroche's hands, although the boy was struggling much less by that point. He sucked with genuine enthusiasm, moaning softly at how hard their toy had become.
“Finish him, baby,” Kurt screamed, thrusting deeply into the relaxed throat. Blaine redoubled his efforts, and was rewarded by hot come spurting into his mouth. He swallowed every drop and leaned back on the bed to watch Kurt's orgasm.
Kurt thrust once, twice, thrice more, and came in Gavroche's throat, his eyes on Blaine's sated face the entire time. When he pulled out, Gavroche coughed and sputtered but didn't open his eyes, only half-conscious.
Kurt peered at Gavroche's face, fascinated by the change in color and the emptiness behind his half-open eyes. The boy was still breathing, ragged and slow. Kurt touched delicate fingertips to his throat, then wrapped both hands around the ravished neck. “Such a pretty boy. So talented,” Kurt said quietly.
Blaine watched with wide eyes, his mind flashing back to the prior day's conversation.
* * * * *
“Well, there is one thing... Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to fuck someone to death. It would have to be one hell of a rush.”
Blaine was shocked but did his best not to show it. Kurt had been so understanding about his fantasies. “Like... actually dead?” he squeaked.
“Usually, yes, there are different versions of the fantasy, you know.” Kurt replied calmly. “Sometimes I just want to hurt them. It depends. But never you, of course. Just like with your fantasy.” Kurt fluttered his eyelashes at Blaine.
“Right. Of course.” Blaine replied weakly, desperately wanting to change the subject.
* * * * *
“It's always good to try new things,” Blaine whispered.
Kurt's eyes sparkled as he squeezed the life out of the boy on the bed.
Comments
OH MY GOD!! This is amazing!!I never saw myself reading stuff like this, but now I cant stop!Cant wait for your update :D
WOWW Is it weird to say "OMG I LOVE THIS? No? okay well then I LOVE THIS haha I know Blaine was scared but i want him to get into like kurt (damn i feel evil but it's ok cause i'm not alone ;))