The Starring Role

Chapter 2

Blaine slipped into the elevator after the doors slid open, heart pounding rapidly as Kurt all but ran down the hall. Blaine pushed the button to his floor just as the doors began closing. Kurt hopped inside just in time and crashed right into Blaine as their lips met. It was a hungry and ferocious kiss, desperate and needy. Kurt's soft lips pressed hard into Blaine's as they frantically began feeling each other, their hands roaming along each other's sides and chests, grabbing at the material that was beginning to seem too tight. Kurt threw a hand into Blaine's short curls and tugged a little, arousing him even more. He slid his hands around to Kurt's back and slowly traveled down to his ass, giving it a tight squeeze which made Kurt buck his hips and moan into his mouth.

Kurt slid his tongue inside of Blaine and explored his mouth, teeth clacking as their desperate breathing became harsher and harsher. Blaine pushed Kurt until his back met the wall, and Blaine began grinding against Kurt, shoving into him hard with force. Kurt propped himself up and opened his legs, allowing Blaine more room to rub against each other.

"Fuck," Kurt said, finally pulling away and throwing his head back. Blaine took the opportunity to kiss and suck at his neck, letting his tongue taste his sweet, pale skin. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine, pulling him in tighter as their erections strained in their pants, rubbing up against each other. Blaine suppressed his need to rip their clothes off as he nibbled Kurt, trying to hold down a moan that was slowly growing in his chest. Unfortunately, they were still in public, and he didn't even know if there were cameras in the elevator. At this point, he was too drunk and too horny to care.

Kurt grabbed at Blaine's tie and began pulling it down just as Blaine began tugging at Kurt's tucked shirt. Blaine slipped his fingers to hook into Kurt's pants, tugging at the elastic part of his boxers as he continued to roam over his neck with his tongue. Kurt had managed to unbutton Blaine's shirt halfway as the ding of the elevator made Kurt jump, snapping him back into reality. Blaine backed away and started pulling Kurt with him as the door slid open.

"I've gotta stop by my room," he said. "But I'll come back down in 5 minutes." A sly grin grew on his face as he talked.

"Alright, hurry up," pleaded Blaine, slipping out into the hallway. He almost ran right into the people waiting for the elevator, and they gave him a puzzled look. It probably didn't help that his hair screamed "just fucked" while his shirt was halfway off. They quickly shuffled into the elevator with Kurt, and Blaine smiled as Kurt straightened his suit and flattened his hair with the most awkward look on his face, avoiding everyone's gaze.

The doors closed and Blaine turned around to make his way to his room. He walked quite briskly, praying that no one else saw him this way or his straining cock in his pants. Turning sharply at the end of the hall, he arrived at 305 and slid the card key in and threw the door open. Blaine frantically ran to his suitcase and threw it open, rummaging around for what he needed. He began throwing his clothing out of it after a couple of minutes of searching.

"Goddammit, where did I put it?" he asked himself as his neatly folded shirts were thrown in a heap.

He didn't have much time left before Kurt would be walking through the door. The thought alone made Blaine bite his lip. After searching through his pile of socks, he finally found the bottle of lube and condoms. Blaine kicked his shoes off and set the items on the nightstand, tripping over the end of the bed in his frantic state.

"Fucking piece of shit," he mumbled as he twirled in circles, unsure of what else to do. He then decided to unbutton his jacket and throw it across the room. Times were much too pressing to be caring about wrinkles at the moment. He hopped onto the bed and leaned his head back, sighing with anxiety.

How did this happen? One minute they were talking about nothing in particular, then they were making out and grinding in an elevator. Blaine smiled at the thought of Kurt moaning as their erections pressed together not minutes ago. He bit his lip again as he unbuttoned his pants and slid his hand into his boxer briefs, grabbing at his half-hard cock. Blaine slowly started pumping it, thinking of how Kurt would feel in a few minutes, how Kurt's hand would soon be the one in his pants. Maybe he'd even treat Blaine by running his incredibly hot mouth down his stomach teasingly-

Blaine heard his door click and the door flew open. Kurt stepped inside and frantically shut the door as he panted. Either he ran or he was still flustered from the elevator, but regardless, he was there and Blaine couldn't wait to get his hands on him.

Kurt turned around and his eyes landed on Blaine, then down to Blaine's crotch where his hand was inside slowly moving. Kurt's eyes flared with lust as he toed his shoes off and unbuttoned his jacket, letting it slide off of his shoulders and onto the floor. He jumped on the bed and crawled over to Blaine, their eyes locked the entire time. Kurt licked his lips as he placed his hands on either side of Blaine and straddled his waist, leaning in and locking their lips in a hungry kiss. Blaine let out a low growl as Kurt firmly grasped his side. Kurt let his tongue slip inside of Blaine again, tasting each other as Kurt gyrated his hips against Blaine's straining cock. A moan escaped from him and he wrapped his arms around Kurt, willing him to be as close as possible.

"I see you came prepared," he said in between kisses, motioning to the nightstand with his head. His lips were swollen and bright red from their intense make-out.

"I wasn't planning on using those at all on this trip but you've certainly changed my mind," said Blaine with desire.

"And who says you'll be the one using it?" teased Kurt, taking a nibble at Blaine's ear.

"Ah-well, we have an entire box. Who says we can't use more than one?"

Kurt moaned and locked his lips again with Blaine's as he resumed unbuttoning Blaine's shirt. Blaine propped himself up as Kurt slid the shirt off of his shoulders. Kurt rubbed at his strong, muscular shoulders, then let the shirt fall completely off, pooling behind Blaine's back. It was Blaine's turn to do the same with Kurt, and as soon as the pale skin was exposed, he attached his lips to Kurt's nipple, swirling his tongue over it and nibbling a bit. Gasps escaped Kurt's mouth as he grabbed Blaine's head and tangled his fingers in his hair.

"Oh my god, where the fuck did you learn to use your tongue like that?" Kurt moaned. Blaine looked up at him, a smile growing on his face, mouth still attached to Kurt.

"You think I'm good with my tongue here?" he said, finally pulling away. "Just wait till I get you completely undressed."

Kurt's face grew into a smirk, and he pushed Blaine onto his back roughly.

"Then I won't keep you waiting any longer," he said, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down to his knees. Blaine's mouth watered at how unbelievably tight his boxer briefs were. He could make out every perfect detail in Kurt's cock. God, he just wanted to rip them off right now and explore every single part of his body. He couldn't stop the sinking feeling in his stomach every time Kurt kissed or touched him, and he was sure his head was going to explode when Kurt reached into Blaine's pants and began rubbing his stiff erection.

"Oh my god," moaned Blaine, eyes fluttering closed at the contact. He reached for Kurt and pulled him down into another desperate kiss, their tongues sliding against each other. Kurt took hold of Blaine's hands and held them tight over his head, restricting him from moving his arms, and it turned Blaine on even more (if it was possible). Kurt took to Blaine's neck, his tongue gliding over his warm skin, leaving the area cold once the cool air hit. He slid his tongue around and up his jawline and played with his earlobe, sending more groans from Blaine.

Kurt lay his chest against Blaine's and moved his hips up and down, rubbing against Blaine. He bucked his hips up on instinct and struggled to free his hands so he could put his hands all over Kurt. It was way too much being restricted by him, but Kurt kept his firm grip as he sucked on a spot on his neck. Blaine threw his head back and lay there as Kurt had his way. If anything was more annoying and arousing at the same time, it was this, but he didn't object because finally having a man do things to him again was mind blowing.

"Jesus Christ, I don't mean to sound too needy, but can we move this along? I may just cum-fuck- in my pants if you keep doing that," gasped Blaine.

"Doing what?" teased Kurt. He bit down on Blaine's skin.

"That," moaned Blaine. He felt Kurt's smile against his neck. Finally, Kurt released Blaine and he lifted his hips to frantically remove his pants. Kurt helped him tug them loose, throwing them across the room while he did the same with his own. Once free from the heavy fabric, Kurt laid on top of Blaine, sighing at the long awaited skin-to-skin contact, their skin soft and slightly damp from the sweat that began to form. Blaine opened his legs so Kurt could settle in between him as they continued to kiss passionately as Blaine grinded against Kurt. He moaned into Blaine's mouth and finally something snapped inside Kurt. He snapped his head up with a growl and scooted down a little, taking a hold of Blaine's boxers and pulling them all the way off. Blaine sighed as his erection finally sprung free and slapped onto his belly. Kurt looked at it with hungry eyes.

"About damn time," said Blaine.

"If I weren't so turned on right now, I'd leave," replied Kurt. Blaine began to laugh, but was soon cut gasping for air as Kurt's mouth closed over his head.

"Fuck!" he cried. Kurt slid his mouth up and down a few times, making Blaine's toes curl and throw his head back at the feeling of ecstasy coursing through his body. Kurt let it fall out of his mouth as he held it in place and slid his tongue over the side of Blaine's shaft, using his other hand to rub the inside of Blaine's thigh. He tantalized Blaine by taking the tip of his tongue and moving it in erratic patterns over his incredible length, making Blaine shiver. Kurt sat up and slid his own boxer briefs off, pumping himself as soon as his stiff cock was free. He replaced his mouth over Blaine, making him pant faster at the sudden warmth engulfing him.

"Holy shit," moaned Blaine as Kurt bobbed up and down slowly. His cock soon became completely wet with Kurt's spit, and if he didn't stop soon, Blaine would be pushed over the edge.

"Stop, stop," said Blaine suddenly. Kurt looked up at him with alarm.

"What?" he asked, sitting up.

"I didn't want to finish so early," chuckled Blaine. A grin broke over Kurt's face.

"You mean you didn't want another round? Didn't you just say we were using more than one of those?" asked Kurt, looking at the box of condoms.

"I meant that I want to enjoy other things before I bust a nut, asshole," he said as he pulled Kurt up into another kiss, tasting his own pre come on his lips. Kurt relaxed into him, grabbing at his sides as Blaine took a fistful of Kurt's hair. Their breathing became harsher as Blaine thrust his hips up to Kurt so their cocks rubbed against each other. He reached around and grabbed Kurt's ass, squeezing gently as they continued to rock back and forth in an erratic rhythm. Kurt groaned into Blaine's mouth, and Blaine ran his fingers up Kurt's sides, eliciting a shiver from him. Blaine cupped his ass and then slapped it, making Kurt jump and groan on top of him. Kurt finally broke free from the kiss, staring at him with lust blown eyes.

"Fuck me," he demanded.

Blaine looked at him with surprise, his face shocked at the sudden force in his voice.

"Wh-what?" he asked, even though he'd heard clearly.

"I said 'fuck me.' Now."

Blaine's stomach sank, and he grabbed Kurt by the waist, flipping them over so Blaine was on top. He reached over for the box on the nightstand frantically, willing himself to stop being so aroused so he could at least grab one. Kurt reached as well and found the bottle of lube. He rolled out from beneath Blaine onto the other side of the bed and popped the cap open. Kurt squeezed a generous amount on his fingers and settled himself down with his legs spread. Blaine watched as he slid his fingers between his crack and rubbed at his hole, a trail of lube sliding down his ass.

"Shit," he said, as he slowly pressed a finger in. Kurt threw his head back as his hole became accustomed to the sudden intrusion. Blaine could see the look of complete pleasure scribbled across Kurt's face, and he felt his stomach flipping again. Once he was fine, he began sliding his finger in and out ever so slowly. Blaine was still, watching as Kurt warmed himself up for him, mesmerized by how Kurt looked, mesmerized by Kurt pleasing himself.

Kurt pressed another finger inside of him, gasping at the stretch. He held them there for a minute, and Blaine saw him squeezing around his fingers as his mouth fell open, a faint whimper escaping his lips. Once the feeling subsided, Kurt finally opened his eyes and saw Blaine kneeling on the bed just looking at him.

"Are you going to put that on or am I doing this for nothing?" asked Kurt. Blaine ripped the foil off with his teeth and took the condom out, squeezing the tip of it and rolled it on himself just as Kurt put another finger inside, hips bucking up off the bed.

"Blaine, please hurry," he said, his voice dark and smooth with desire. He reached for the lube that Kurt left on the bed and squeezed some of it right onto his cock. He stroked it over himself a couple of times as he scooted over to Kurt.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes, for the love of god, I'm too ready."

Kurt removed his fingers and clasped onto the bed as Blaine steadied himself in between Kurt's legs, heart pounding furiously. He lined himself up with Kurt's hole and slowly pressed inside.

"Fuck!" Kurt screamed as he clenched onto the bed, his head thrown back and his lips parted. Blaine eased into Kurt, sinking in gently, because he knew how much it could hurt if you weren't gentle. Blaine moaned as his cock completely buried into Kurt. He leaned forward and held himself up with both hands on either side of Kurt's head, keeping completely still so that Kurt could get used to him. They sat like that for a few moments, hazel eyes staring into magnificent blue ones while Kurt's mouth hung open. For the short amount of time they knew each other, Blaine felt like his eyes were familiar and easy, nothing harsh about them. Panting and gazing at each other, the two locked their lips again as Kurt reached around to Blaine's ass and pulled him farther in.

"Okay," he panted after a few minutes, pulling away from Blaine. "Go."

Blaine nodded and moved his hips back, cock slowly sliding out of Kurt, and then eased back in. The intense pleasure that shot through his body was unbelievable. He eased back in as Kurt groaned again. The slow motions were killing Blaine. All he wanted right now was to fuck Kurt senseless, but he was careful with him. He didn't want to be an asshole.

"Faster," said Kurt, growling in pleasure. Blaine attached his lips to Kurt's as he increased his pace, each thrust eliciting a gasp from Kurt's mouth to Blaine's. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist, making it easier for Blaine to go in and out of him and giving it a different angle. Kurt bit down on his lip to keep from screaming as Blaine pounded Kurt, each thrust making Kurt groan.

"Oh-oh god, Blaine, yes," moaned Kurt desperately. Kurt's warmth engulfed Blaine and he bit down on Kurt's neck, leaving a little bite marks running down the path of his collarbone. God, this was so hot and Blaine couldn't understand how he'd managed to meet such a hot man.

Blaine fucked him harder and faster, their skin beading with sweat and the sound of Blaine's thighs smacking against Kurt's ass filling the room. The sounds escaping from Kurt's mouth made Blaine go faster, making him want to hear them louder and harsher, knowing that he was the one making Kurt feel like this.

Blaine adjusted his hips to thrust upwards, and he knew he'd hit the right spot.

"Oh my god, right there!" screamed Kurt as Blaine went faster and faster, taking a hold of Kurt's cock and stroking it with a tight fist. Blaine could feel it building up in the pit of his stomach. He knew he wasn't going to last any longer.

"Fuck!" Kurt came into Blaine's hand, streaks of hot come shooting in between their bodies, making them even stickier. Kurt's body convulsed as his orgasm coursed through him, squeezing around Blaine's cock multiple times which sent him over the edge.

Blaine screamed as he came, his arms giving out and he fell on top of Kurt, gasping and thrusting as he rode out his orgasm inside of him. As they came down from their high, Blaine stopped thrusting and they lay there, panting and sweaty.

"Holy hell," said Kurt. Blaine pushed himself up as he slowly slid out of Kurt, wincing at the sensitivity. He pulled the condom off, tied it and sent it across the room into the trash can.

"One of the best fucks," smiled Kurt, grabbing some tissues from the nightstand and cleaning himself off. Blaine flopped down on his side next to Kurt, laughing and staring at him as he cleaned off.

"Oh, you've got some on you," said Kurt, reaching over and wiping his come off Blaine. Blaine looked at him sleepily, a stupid smile across his face.

Blaine pulled him into another kiss, this one not so needy or desperate as before. Just a simple kiss. He pulled away and Kurt's blue eyes sparkled at him.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"Just because," smiled Blaine. "This has turned out to be one of the most memorable trips I've taken."

Kurt smiled and blushed at him and Blaine laughed. He was blushing now, after what they'd just done?

"Now turn the lights off and let's go to sleep. I've got meetings tomorrow," said Blaine

"Mmm, good idea," said Kurt with a yawn, reaching over to the lamp and shutting it off. Blaine lay there, not sure of what to do. Should he just cover up and turn over? Was it awkward to cuddle?

As if answering him, Kurt reached over and pulled Blaine into tight squeeze, nuzzling his head into Blaine's neck, his soft breathing tickling him a bit.

"G'night Blaine," he mumbled, sleep threatening to take over.

"Goodnight, Kurt." He tangled their legs together and slid an arm under Kurt, pulling him even closer. This felt right. Nothing like he'd ever felt before. The way their bodies just seemed to melt together made it even easier for Blaine to fall asleep. The last thing he remembered was breathing in Kurt's scent, and he drifted off into one of the best sleeps he'd ever had.

* * *

The buzzing of his telephone woke him up. Blaine jerked awake at the sudden sound and rubbed his eyes furiously. The early morning sun leaked inside the room making Blaine squint. He looked over to see Kurt smiling in his sleep as he held on to Blaine's waist. Their legs were still tangled together and he was so comfortable that he just didn't want to move, but the phone was calling his attention. It could be his agent or the director calling him. He slowly untangled himself from Kurt, his arms squeezing tighter as Blaine fought to slip away. After a few moments of fighting Kurt in his sleep, Blaine stumbled over to the dresser where his phone was at, rubbing at his head at the beginnings of a hangover.

As soon as he saw the number, he rolled his eyes.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Morning, babe!" came the voice of his wife.