busybee6563
May 2, 2012, 11:03 a.m.
The Gold Pants
Blaine goes backstage after Kurt's audition and their celebrations are interrupted by Blaine expressing just how much he loves the latest addition to Kurt's wardrobe. Some spoilers for 3x18 (Choke)
T - Words: 598 - Last Updated: May 02, 2012 1,159 0 0 5 Categories: Cotton Candy Fluff, Humor, Romance, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel,
Author's Notes: This is just a quick reaction fic to 'Choke' because Kurt in those damn gold pants/trousers/wonderful thing from heaven just gives me ideas. Enjoy!
Quick as he can, Blaine slips backstage and as soon as their eyes meet, he's running. Kurt stumbles forward in his post-performance haze and an excited squeak escapes him as he falls straight into Blaine's outstretched arms. He closes his eyes as his boyfriend peppers kisses over his nose, his cheeks, his forehead, muttering between each press.
"I…am…so…proud…of…you." The last lands on Kurt's lips, lasting a second longer than the others. He rests his forehead against Blaine's, arms wrapping round his shoulders. A ragged breath.
"I can't believe it. Ohmygod, I can't believe it." He starts bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. Blaine joins in, getting more and more energetic until they're swinging each other round half-screaming. Blaine's grin seems to fill half his face. Kurt's is twice as bright.
They calm down eventually, the laughter setting in. Drawn out giggles falling from their lips until Blaine remembers the other half of what he was going to say and casts a glance down, laughter halting and a smirk taking its place.
"Oh, by the way, these pants," he moves a hand to squeeze Kurt's ass firmly just in case there was any confusion as to which pants he was referring to, "are fantastic."
Kurt returns his smirk.
"I had a feeling you'd like them," he replies with a wink and, since Blaine's hand is still planted on his ass, presses forward to meet his lips.
Immediately, Blaine's other hand is on his ass, squeezing again, making Kurt growl a little involuntarily and push him backwards until his back hits the wall.
Their mouths are hot and open, moving in a way that is so familiar to them now, but still makes their stomachs twist up. Their tongues slide past each other, fighting playfully until Blaine pulls his mouth away and begins kissing down Kurt's jaw.
"Blaine," Kurt gasps, his voice going too high in that stupidly embarrassing way it always does when Blaine's mouth is anywhere on him, "Blaine, we really need to go and sit down so we can watch Rachel's audition." He tries to make it sound convincing, but at that minute, watching Rachel perform isn't exactly top on his list of things he wants to be doing.
Blaine only makes some sort of noise from his throat in return, which Kurt takes to mean 'no'.
"But Blaine, we-" he's cut off by his own groan as Blaine uses his hands on his ass to pull them together, meaning their already half-hard cocks press into each other.
"Busy," Blaine whispers just before he nibbles at that spot right by Kurt's ear that he knows makes his knees go just that bit weaker. It takes pretty much all of Kurt's self-control to not just grind Blaine into the wall and pull himself away (with a soft whine of protest from Blaine) so he can look his boyfriend in the eyes.
"It's not that I don't want to but right now we're about a curtain, some air and maybe a wall away from the rest of the school and if you carry on doing that, I think they'll all hear us for sure."
Blaine sighs and lets go the fierce grip he still has on Kurt's ass.
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right, I guess."
Kurt presses a quick kiss to his lips because he looks so put out.
"Don't think we're not finishing this off later, though," he whispers, and if the kiss didn't cheer Blaine up, that definitely did.
They step apart to straighten various pieces of clothing that'd become rumpled before Blaine reaches out, wiggling his fingers in invitation. Kurt takes his hand and they walk back round to take their seats, ready.
"I…am…so…proud…of…you." The last lands on Kurt's lips, lasting a second longer than the others. He rests his forehead against Blaine's, arms wrapping round his shoulders. A ragged breath.
"I can't believe it. Ohmygod, I can't believe it." He starts bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. Blaine joins in, getting more and more energetic until they're swinging each other round half-screaming. Blaine's grin seems to fill half his face. Kurt's is twice as bright.
They calm down eventually, the laughter setting in. Drawn out giggles falling from their lips until Blaine remembers the other half of what he was going to say and casts a glance down, laughter halting and a smirk taking its place.
"Oh, by the way, these pants," he moves a hand to squeeze Kurt's ass firmly just in case there was any confusion as to which pants he was referring to, "are fantastic."
Kurt returns his smirk.
"I had a feeling you'd like them," he replies with a wink and, since Blaine's hand is still planted on his ass, presses forward to meet his lips.
Immediately, Blaine's other hand is on his ass, squeezing again, making Kurt growl a little involuntarily and push him backwards until his back hits the wall.
Their mouths are hot and open, moving in a way that is so familiar to them now, but still makes their stomachs twist up. Their tongues slide past each other, fighting playfully until Blaine pulls his mouth away and begins kissing down Kurt's jaw.
"Blaine," Kurt gasps, his voice going too high in that stupidly embarrassing way it always does when Blaine's mouth is anywhere on him, "Blaine, we really need to go and sit down so we can watch Rachel's audition." He tries to make it sound convincing, but at that minute, watching Rachel perform isn't exactly top on his list of things he wants to be doing.
Blaine only makes some sort of noise from his throat in return, which Kurt takes to mean 'no'.
"But Blaine, we-" he's cut off by his own groan as Blaine uses his hands on his ass to pull them together, meaning their already half-hard cocks press into each other.
"Busy," Blaine whispers just before he nibbles at that spot right by Kurt's ear that he knows makes his knees go just that bit weaker. It takes pretty much all of Kurt's self-control to not just grind Blaine into the wall and pull himself away (with a soft whine of protest from Blaine) so he can look his boyfriend in the eyes.
"It's not that I don't want to but right now we're about a curtain, some air and maybe a wall away from the rest of the school and if you carry on doing that, I think they'll all hear us for sure."
Blaine sighs and lets go the fierce grip he still has on Kurt's ass.
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right, I guess."
Kurt presses a quick kiss to his lips because he looks so put out.
"Don't think we're not finishing this off later, though," he whispers, and if the kiss didn't cheer Blaine up, that definitely did.
They step apart to straighten various pieces of clothing that'd become rumpled before Blaine reaches out, wiggling his fingers in invitation. Kurt takes his hand and they walk back round to take their seats, ready.