While studying home alone, Blaine catches Kurt having a moment with his blazer. This leads to the two boys taking the next step in their relationship.
Kurt’s eyes skimmed over the text book in front of him searching for the part he needed. Once he found it he wrote a few sentences down in his notebook and then copied down the page number for future reference. Satisfied that his English essay was going to be at least a solid ‘B’ next week, he closed the text book and looked up at Blaine across the table.
Blaine was staring at him, a small smile playing across his lips.
“How long have you been staring at me?” Kurt asked, smiling back.
“I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure it was light out last time I checked,” replied Blaine. Kurt glanced out of the window, the sun was setting and it had started to rain.
“What time do you have to be home?” Kurt asked, remembering that his dad and Carole had tickets to a play and wouldn’t be back until at least nine, and that Finn was over at Rachel’s, also studying.
“Not for a while yet,” Blaine replied. He stood up, removing his school blazer and throwing it causally over the chair. “I’m going to get a drink. Do you want anything?”
“Water, thanks,” Kurt said as Blaine nodded and left the room. He tutted. Why did Blaine treat his Dalton blazer like this? Blazers need to be put away properly, not just tossed aside like you would a pair of sweatpants.
Kurt stood up and grabbed a hanger from his cupboard so he could hang the blazer up on the back of the door. Creases were hard enough to iron out on pants, let alone on blazers.
Picking it up, a strange sensation shot down his arms and through his fingers. He craned his neck to peer out of the bedroom door – Blaine must still be deciding on what to get from the fridge. Kurt licked his lips, staring down at the garment in his hands. And then suddenly, and without thinking, Kurt brought the blazer up to his face, closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.
Oh, God.
It smelt like a mixture of Blaine’s aftershave and sweat. Blaine wore a sweet scent that had a hint of peaches in it and oh sweet Jesus did it smell good.
“What are you doing?”
Kurt yelped, dropping the blazer on the floor. Blaine was standing at the door holding a bottle of water and a can of diet coke. He had a confused expression, but as his eyes looked from Kurt’s guilty face to the discarded blazer on the floor, the corners of his mouth twisted in a smile.
“Are you -?”
“- no!” Kurt cut in. A pink blush was creeping up his neck and engulfed his entire face. He wondered if Blaine could feel the heat of his embarrassment coming off his face.
“Kurt,” Blaine said, grinning ear to ear. He walked over to him, placing the drinks down on the desk. “You were smelling my blazer.”
“I… um…” Kurt mumbled, eyes falling to the floor. He must think I’m a crazy stalker boyfriend. This can’t end well.
“Have I told you lately how I think you’re adorable?” Blaine put his hand on Kurt’s cheek and leant in, brushing his lips against Kurt’s gently.
Laughing, Kurt shook his head. “Not recently,” he said playfully. If it had been any other guy catching Kurt smelling their used clothes it would have been a very different story.
“Oh?” Blaine asked, mock frowning. “Well that just won’t do.” He wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist, pulling him closer to him. Kurt swallowed hard, closing his eyes as he felt Blaine’s lips plant tiny kisses up his neck, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to prick up. Blaine stopped the trail of kisses when he reached Kurt’s ear and instead he whispered “you’re adorable.”
Kurt didn’t know if it was the tone of his voice, his hot breathe on his face or the fact that his body was pressed against Blaine’s so tight that water wouldn’t have passed between them, but Kurt was sure he could hear his own heartbeat at that moment.
Blaine pulled away from Kurt’s neck and their eyes locked. Blaine’s eyes were a beautiful shade of what Kurt liked to call “autumn brown”. He could have stared into them forever with no complaint.
With Blaine’s arms still tightly wrapped around his waist, Kurt moved his own arms so they were resting on his boyfriend’s shoulders. He leant in and pressed his lips against Blaine, kissing him deeply. Kurt’s hands found the back of Blaine’s neck and his fingers caressed the skin he found there before snaking up to fist his hair.
Blaine moaned against his mouth, allowing Kurt’s tongue to dart in and taste him. His mouth was warm and inviting and Kurt didn’t think he’d be able to stop kissing the other boy if his life depended on it.
“Kurt,” Blaine slurred, his own hands pulling Kurt’s tucked shirt out of his pants so he could slide them up his bare back.
Kurt’s knees started to buckle as Blaine drew circles over his back with his fingertips. When he told Blaine last year that the touch of the fingertips was as sexy as it gets, he didn’t mean this, but he sure meant it now.
Blaine pulled back slightly so he could start a new trail of kisses along Kurt’s jaw line, his fingers continuing their dance on his back. “How does that feel?” Blaine asked, his voice soothing.
“It feels… it feels good,” Kurt said, his eyes fluttering shut as he concentrated on the movements.
“I want to make you feel more than just good,” Blaine whispered, as though he was confessing a dark secret. His hands moved round to Kurt’s chest and finished un-tucking his shirt. His fingers played with the waistband of Kurt’s pants to show his intentions.
Kurt’s eyes flew open and he spluttered incoherently, grasping Blaine’s shoulder in surprise. Blaine pulled away entirely, taking Kurt’s hand and leading him to the bed. Kurt sat on the edge, wishing he wore looser fitting pants because it was painfully obviously how hard he was. Blaine must have noticed because he was looking down at his crotch, not saying a word.
When he did finally look up he was smiling. “Kurt I want to try something,” he began slowly. “But if you’re not comfortable or ready, I completely understand.”
Kurt didn’t say anything, but merely nodded. Blaine suddenly looked flustered, an expression Kurt hadn’t seen on him before. He appeared nervous, as though he was sure Kurt was going to say stop or slow down. Blaine cleared his throat and then carefully knelt down on the floor in front of him.
And then it dawned on him.
He’s going to…
Blaine’s hands fumbled with the button on Kurt’s pants, which he then unzipped and pulled down slowly. Kurt lifted himself up slightly so Blaine could pull his pants completely off. Kurt inwardly cringed as he realised he had just accidently thrust his crotch into Blaine’s face.
Blaine started by stroking each of Kurt’s thighs with his hands, pressing his thumbs into the skin with each rotation. Kurt groaned quietly, automatically parting his legs as Blaine shuffled forwards closer to him. His hands took hold of the waistband of Kurt’s briefs, pulling them down and then discarding them with Kurt’s pants.
Blaine had paused, looking down at Kurt. Had he frozen? Had he decided that he wasn’t ready for this step? Kurt’s breathing became irregular, he felt as though Blaine was teasing him by simply looking at it and not touching it.
“Are you ok?” Kurt asked, through shallow breath.
Blaine didn’t answer. Instead he took hold of Kurt and started to slowly build up a rhythm.
Kurt felt his whole body tense up and he gasped. Sure he had masturbated numerous times before, closed his eyes and imagined his hand was Blaine’s hand, but this… this was something else.
“Oh,” Kurt managed to say. He licked his lips and took a chance to look down at Blaine who was staring up at him, biting his bottom lip. There was a look of concentration on his face, but also apprehension. Kurt wondered if he should validate how this felt. “That feels… fuck,” he said lamely.
He had a good rhythm going and Kurt didn’t think it could feel any more incredible as he physically trembled in bliss. That is until he felt something wet run down the length of him.
His hips jerked involuntary forwards and he started gasping for air. Gripping the duvet, Kurt cried out as Blaine took all of him in his mouth, sucking hard. Kurt’s knuckles were turning white from clutching the duvet and he felt that if he let go he would break down completely.
His toes curled into the carpet and he couldn’t keep his eyes open, even though he was desperate to watch what Blaine was doing. He tried to speak, to tell Blaine how absolutely mind-blowing this felt, but all that came out of him were tiny broken sounds.
His insides were screaming for release, something he knew was coming soon. He could feel the familiar built up of that burning ball in the pit of his stomach and he wondered if he should warn Blaine before it happened.
He sat up best he could and opened his eyes. Looking down at the other boy he saw that with his free hand Blaine had undone his pants and pulled them off slightly. His hand was inside of his boxers and he was stroking himself hastily.
Blaine’s eyes were closed and his face was sweating as though he had been running. Kurt reached down and stroked Blaine’s cheek, bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking the salty juice from his finger.
Kurt started to pant hard and returned to gripping the bed covers. “Shit, Blaine…” he mustered. “I’m going to…”
Kurt abruptly bucked his hips forwards as his orgasm sent wave after wave of pleasure throughout his body. He felt like his skin was on fire, and it might have been the way Blaine had fallen back onto the floor, his hand covering his mouth as he coughed.
Kurt hadn’t realised he was lying down until he opened his eyes and saw his ceiling light looking back at him. Sitting up, he looked down at himself, flaccid and lying limply over his right leg. But nevertheless free of semen.
He blinked several times. “Did you… swallow?” he asked Blaine unbelievably.
Blaine licking his lips and wiped his mouth. “Yeah,” he stammered. “You didn’t give me much choice. I almost choked on that thing!” He didn’t sound angry, more bemused by the situation. He laughed as Kurt shot him an apologetic look, his hand shooting to cover his mouth in horror.
“Oh, God, Blaine. I’m sorry,” Kurt said, joining him on the floor. When Blaine waved his hand as if to say its fine, Kurt added shyly, “How did I taste?”
Blaine knitted his brows together and looked thoughtful. “Like rainbows.”
They both laughed and Kurt playfully hit his arm. Blaine’s smile stretched from his lips to his eyes as he looked at Kurt with such adoration. Kurt smiled back, leaning in to kiss him briefly. When he pulled away, Kurt couldn’t help but look down.
“You didn’t…” he couldn’t bare to say the word ‘come’ aloud. After what had just happened, why was he so suddenly shy? “I can fix that,” he said, impishly.
Before Blaine could say anything, Kurt’s right hand slid up one of the leg holes in Blaine’s boxers and he began stroking him slowly. After years of practice, Kurt knew what felt good, so it stood to reason that Blaine might like it too.
Blaine’s eyes closed and his mouth hung open. His tongue was rubbing against the bottom of his top set of teeth. Kurt couldn’t believe how turned on he was getting just by watching Blaine.
Tiny beads of sweat were forming at the top of Blaine’s temple and they slowly rolled down the side of his head. Kurt leant in to catch them with his lips. Placing kisses on his warm skin.
“Oh, Kurt,” Blaine groaned in a voice that wasn’t his boyfriend’s. Kurt’s lips travelled east and met Blaine’s as he hungrily kissed him. Their tongues met in a thrashing battle and Kurt could taste himself in Blaine; salty and bitter.
“Blaine,” Kurt whined. He accidently knocked teeth with him, but neither boy seemed to notice. The world could have ended right then and there and they would have carried on.
Blaine pulled away and his head fell into Kurt’s shoulder as he came. The sounds of his orgasm muffled against Kurt’s chest. He was panting and it wasn’t until his breathing evened out that he sat up. Kurt released his grip and pulled his hand out, wincing at the state of it. He grabbed the box of tissues he kept under his bed and cleaned his hand.
“That was…” Blaine laid down on the carpet, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Incredible? Amazing? Exceptional?” Kurt offered, crawling beside his boyfriend, who lifted his arm up so Kurt could rest his head on his chest.
“All of the above,” Blaine decided. He leaned over and placed a kiss on Kurt’s temple.
He couldn’t be sure, but Kurt had a feeling that this year was going to be better than the last.