anderson
June 8, 2012, 1:49 a.m.
Thinking of Me
There were so many things that his boyfriend could be doing, it was almost mind-boggling. Blaine decided to go with the "I'm-an-adorable-teasing-boyfriend" approach.
E - Words: 838 - Last Updated: Jun 08, 2012 705 0 0 0 Categories: PWP, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Tags: established relationship,
Author's Notes: This was written at some point between 2x12 and 2x17, so while it's a PWP and doesn't matter, really, it's not canon-compliant!
They had been apart for a few hours and Blaine was still reeling a little from their date. It had been hand-holding and lip brushing and while that was amazing it was also increasingly frustrating. It wasn't that he and Kurt weren't ready, or willing, to do more than just kiss and brush above clothes, it was that they were never alone. They were never given a chance to even attempt it for fear of someone walking in and their behaviour getting reported. Kissing was fine, but skin on skin? Too much of a risk.
Slumping down on bed, Blaine revelled in the comfort of his blankets and his warm nightwear for a moment. He was close to digging himself into his bed and letting himself drift away when his phone buzzed - and there was only one person that would text him around this time. Grinning, Blaine picked up his phone and opened the message with a couple of clicks.
miss me yet? - k Blaine felt warmth spread through him as he laughed, pressing at buttons quickly.
Of course. No one here to iron my shirt - B x
is that all i am good for, anderson? - k
No, of course not. Your scarf collection comes in handy too. - B x
There was a long pause between then and the next text, and Blaine had felt a trickle of worry prick at the back of his neck. He had to bite back a relieved sigh when his phone buzzed.
guess what i'm doing right now- k
Hesitation. There were so many things that his boyfriend could be doing, it was almost mind-boggling. Blaine decided to go with the "I'm-an-adorable-teasing-boyfriend" approach.
Thinking of me? - B x Again, there was a slightly lengthy pause between texts that made Blaine's forehead crease a little. He pressed the back of his head into his pillow before groping for his phone when it vibrated again.
yeah, but i kindof have my hand on my cock too.
... Oh.
Oh, well then.
His phone buzzed again and he hissed, opening the new text. wishyou were here.
There was no way Blaine could resist that. His spare hand slipped down to palm at his half-hard cock through his trousers, moaning to himself as he tried to write a semi-coherent reply.
me too. His hips jerked and he waited, tense. Kurt wouldn't - couldn't - leave him hanging, not like this.
One day it's gonna be you
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckone day. One day he will touch Kurt through his pants, fumble at his belt, nip at the skin with his mouth and suck on his hip, leaving a small, tender bruise. Then he would slip the trousers down, lick him through his underwear and watch him fall apart. Blaine whines, touching himself, wishing it was Kurt's baby-soft hands and wry, teasing tongue. He barely manages to smash a reply.
fucking yes. it'd be so good, touching you, stroking you until you beg for my mouth
The image is so vivid, too. Kurt would be arched, his chest up, needing to be touched, but Blaine would be so focussed on his dick, touching and stroking gently. Kurt would whine, needy, wanting to come so badly, but of course Blaine would tease, touch and pull away until his boyfriend gave him that look, the do it now or I will cut you look, and his mouth with slip over Kurt's cock. It would be so good, so amazing to just feel it against his tongue, to suck and hear Kurt come - to feel him come. Blaine felt a shiver run through his body at the thought.
His phone was as much of a distraction as it was a gift.
i'd beg, but for more. id want you inside, fucking me slowly and gently until i come
Hoshit. There's no way he can be satisfied with just palming himself any more; his hand slips under the fabric covering him, under his boxers and he hisses as he wraps a hand around his erection. He closes his eyes, phone resting on his chest, and simply imagines.
The tight ring he's thrusting into isn't his own hand, it's Kurt, bent over and needy, open and waiting for him. It's not a little rough and dry; it's warm and tight and dirty, lube and saliva making each thrust delicious. When he moans, bucking his hips a little, Kurt is groaning with him, a high pitched whine that does nothing more than stur his arousal, make him more desperate to come. His hand moves faster as he imagines, sees himself slipping his hand under Kurt to touch his boyfriend's cock, to feel the intense tightness of Kurt Hummel coming around his cock.
Blaine comes with a choking gasp, eyes closed tight and free hand clutching at the bedsheets. He lies there for a moment, trying to catch his breath, before he picks up his phone and punches in a message.
just came. The phone buzzes a little after, and when Blaine reads the message he feels a thrill run through his oversensitive body.
me too. ive got an empty house next weekend.
Slumping down on bed, Blaine revelled in the comfort of his blankets and his warm nightwear for a moment. He was close to digging himself into his bed and letting himself drift away when his phone buzzed - and there was only one person that would text him around this time. Grinning, Blaine picked up his phone and opened the message with a couple of clicks.
miss me yet? - k Blaine felt warmth spread through him as he laughed, pressing at buttons quickly.
Of course. No one here to iron my shirt - B x
is that all i am good for, anderson? - k
No, of course not. Your scarf collection comes in handy too. - B x
There was a long pause between then and the next text, and Blaine had felt a trickle of worry prick at the back of his neck. He had to bite back a relieved sigh when his phone buzzed.
guess what i'm doing right now- k
Hesitation. There were so many things that his boyfriend could be doing, it was almost mind-boggling. Blaine decided to go with the "I'm-an-adorable-teasing-boyfriend" approach.
Thinking of me? - B x Again, there was a slightly lengthy pause between texts that made Blaine's forehead crease a little. He pressed the back of his head into his pillow before groping for his phone when it vibrated again.
yeah, but i kindof have my hand on my cock too.
... Oh.
Oh, well then.
His phone buzzed again and he hissed, opening the new text. wishyou were here.
There was no way Blaine could resist that. His spare hand slipped down to palm at his half-hard cock through his trousers, moaning to himself as he tried to write a semi-coherent reply.
me too. His hips jerked and he waited, tense. Kurt wouldn't - couldn't - leave him hanging, not like this.
One day it's gonna be you
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckone day. One day he will touch Kurt through his pants, fumble at his belt, nip at the skin with his mouth and suck on his hip, leaving a small, tender bruise. Then he would slip the trousers down, lick him through his underwear and watch him fall apart. Blaine whines, touching himself, wishing it was Kurt's baby-soft hands and wry, teasing tongue. He barely manages to smash a reply.
fucking yes. it'd be so good, touching you, stroking you until you beg for my mouth
The image is so vivid, too. Kurt would be arched, his chest up, needing to be touched, but Blaine would be so focussed on his dick, touching and stroking gently. Kurt would whine, needy, wanting to come so badly, but of course Blaine would tease, touch and pull away until his boyfriend gave him that look, the do it now or I will cut you look, and his mouth with slip over Kurt's cock. It would be so good, so amazing to just feel it against his tongue, to suck and hear Kurt come - to feel him come. Blaine felt a shiver run through his body at the thought.
His phone was as much of a distraction as it was a gift.
i'd beg, but for more. id want you inside, fucking me slowly and gently until i come
Hoshit. There's no way he can be satisfied with just palming himself any more; his hand slips under the fabric covering him, under his boxers and he hisses as he wraps a hand around his erection. He closes his eyes, phone resting on his chest, and simply imagines.
The tight ring he's thrusting into isn't his own hand, it's Kurt, bent over and needy, open and waiting for him. It's not a little rough and dry; it's warm and tight and dirty, lube and saliva making each thrust delicious. When he moans, bucking his hips a little, Kurt is groaning with him, a high pitched whine that does nothing more than stur his arousal, make him more desperate to come. His hand moves faster as he imagines, sees himself slipping his hand under Kurt to touch his boyfriend's cock, to feel the intense tightness of Kurt Hummel coming around his cock.
Blaine comes with a choking gasp, eyes closed tight and free hand clutching at the bedsheets. He lies there for a moment, trying to catch his breath, before he picks up his phone and punches in a message.
just came. The phone buzzes a little after, and when Blaine reads the message he feels a thrill run through his oversensitive body.
me too. ive got an empty house next weekend.