HOLY SHIT.
WAS KURT OFFERING TO...? No, he couldn’t be.... I mean.... What. The. Actual. Fuck.
“Uhm....”
“Because... I can help you, if you want me to,” Kurt said seductively, stroking my arm with his pointer finger, looking straight into my eyes with a very inappropriate gaze.
“Kurt, seriously... I’m... I’m fine,” I choked, still not able to look at Kurt nor able to hide how I was getting painfully sore from all that sexiness around me.
“You know... I wouldn’t have to touch you... I could just sit here, under my covers, and take care of my own problem...”
My head whipped around to face Kurt, laptop nearly falling out of my lap therefore revealing the quite obvious bulge in my pants. Kurt’s eyes followed the laptop before resting on the spot I’d tried so desperately to cover.
“What... what do you mean?”
“Well... Seeing you like this? So hot,” Kurt teased, leaning in closer and kissing my neck. “How could I resist you when you’re so fucking sexy?”
“You mean to say you’re...?”
Kurt dragged my hand underneath the covers to find the spot where Kurt was almost bursting out of his pyjama bottoms. As my hand cupped his erection, he and both moaned – for me, I couldn’t believe I was actually TOUCHING Kurt like I’d only ever imagined doing, and for him, I could tell he was just as painfully turned on as I was.
“Get under the covers, Blaine,” he said, breathlessly.
I wasted no time, though I fumbled around nervously before managing to kick off my shoes, take off my belt and hop underneath the covers next to Kurt.
No sooner had I pulled the sheets over me had Kurt leapt forward and attacked me, kissing me so passionately that it nearly rendered me breathless. I responded with such force I pushed him back onto his side of the bed, rolling over so that I was partially lying on top of him and my thigh was rubbing up against –
“Holy shit, Blaine.”
“What?” I rolled back onto my side, concerned that I’d crossed a boundary.
“You’re so... fuck! If we don’t do this soon, I’m going to explode.”
“Oh yeah?” I laughed at his choice of words as he reddened.
“Shut up, you know what I mean!”
“....explode.”
“Shut up, chimp boy.”
That really did shut me up. He had me. I had absolutely nothing to get him back with, and as I struggled to think of anything at all I could retort with, Kurt took his opportunity and reached over to cup the bulge in my pants.
“SHIT!”
“Did that feel good, baby?”
“Hmm-mm. So fucking good.”
“Do you want to do something about it?”
I nodded, barely able to contain myself. Kurt removed his hand, and when I looked over to complain I saw that, underneath the covers, he was shimmying off his pyjama bottoms. I took the hint and removed my pants in the exact same way, removing my boxers at the same time as Kurt.
We were both there, semi-naked, under the covers in Kurt’s bed. And while Kurt was quite sick (and that could probably be construed as really gross) it seemed... fitting.
“I can’t stand this anymore,” Kurt said quickly before his hand darted to start stroking his erection.
Seeing him like that, his head back against the pillow and stifling moans, made me want to come right then and there. I knew I had to do something. I was going crazy. Before I knew it, my hand was imitating Kurt’s, and there we were, lying next to each other and practically quivering from the pleasure we felt.
“Please...” I mumbled, “talk to me...”
“Talk?” Kurt barely managed to speak.
“Talk... talk dirty, Kurt. Talk... talk dirty to me.”
“I want you... I want all of you...”
“Oh Kurt...”
Both our hands started moving faster, almost synchronised in the way I saw the sheets moving when I managed to open my eyes for a brief moment. The pleasure coursing through my veins was almost too much to handle, and to see Kurt writhing next to me felt like something out of my wildest fantasies. The minutes seemed to escape like seconds. Our breaths became shorter and more desperate. I felt Kurt twitching, and my head whipped around to watch him as he jerked himself through what looked like the most beautiful, passionate and amazing orgasm.
“OH FUCK! BLAINE! FUCK!”
Seeing Kurt like that made me tingle and I felt myself getting harder, if that was even possible. Every single stroke I made caused my whole body to jerk backwards onto Kurt’s pillows, and as I moved from the shaft to the head I closed my eyes and couldn’t help but imagine Kurt’s hand where mine was.
I felt movement beside me. I then felt Kurt’s breath on my neck before he began kissing and nipping just underneath my jaw. It was so hot. So sexy.
Kurt’s hand travelled up underneath my shirt and traced the indents in my chest. He teased my nipples, twirled at my chest hair and traced all the way down til-
“FUCK KURT! FUCK!!!!!!!”
Kurt’s hand had moved all the way down to cup my balls before shoving my hand off of my penis and taking its spot. I came right then and there, right after feeling Kurt’s smooth hands squeeze my throbbing erection.
He jerked me through my mind-wrenching orgasm, moving with such vigour and still nipping at my neck the way he was before. Once he realised how sensitive I was, he removed his hand. I was finally able to open my eyes to look at him as he brought his hand, glistening with the remnants of my orgasm, to his mouth.
“Oh shit,” I couldn’t help myself as Kurt licked his hand clean before leaning over to kiss me. His tongue darted in and out, and the kiss was one of the most passionate we’d ever experienced. I could taste myself in his mouth, and that was just...
“Amazing,” Kurt finished my thought for me. “That was so much better than any other time I’ve done that.”
I chuckled. “You do that often?”
“Well... maybe.”
“Oooh, the truth comes out. My boyfriend, Kurt Hummel: a slut.”
“Oh, coming from Mr “Talk dirty to me”?”
“...You got me.”
“I thought so...”
Kurt’s hands intertwined with mine as he laid his head on my chest.
“God Kurt... you were so beautiful...”
“I could say the same about you.”
“That was just... I never expected...”
“I know.”
“And then it was like...”
“I know.”
“I just...”
“...I know, baby. I know.”
Kurt leant up to kiss me, more gently this time. It was soft, slow and beautiful. It was one of those lazy kisses that I knew I could just imagine experiencing with Kurt for the rest of my life... I began fantasising about the future... a wedding, a house, some kids, maybe living in New York with a pet chimp – wait, no, what the fuck?! ENOUGH WITH THE FUCKING CHIMPS! I cursed myself viciously.
Kurt leant back to look at me.
“Thankyou.”
“For what? I should be thanking you. You convinced me to do it. I had no idea you were that kinky!” I said with a wink.
“Well... you know... seeing you with a certain problem made the hormonal teenager inside me go crazy...”
“So it really was more for your benefit then?” I teased.
“Hush you, you liked it.”
“Yes, yes I did.”
We began one of those lazy kisses yet again, enjoying every movement and every second we were intertwined. Eventually, we cleaned ourselves up and got changed (Kurt loaned me some of his pyjamas) before returning to bed, breaking open the bags of cookies and other snacks that I’d brought and just watching movies in bed until we fell asleep.
Just before I fell asleep, as I watched Kurt sleeping peacefully against my chest, fingers intertwined with mine, I couldn’t help but smile as I thought of exactly what that day had brought. We’d taken many steps that I certainly hadn’t intended on taking, but at the same time they were all so beautiful... so right... that I couldn’t help but feel so incredibly lucky to have such an amazingly stunning man to call my boyfriend.
I was the luckiest guy in the world. I never wanted that feeling to end.