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Every Weekend

AU: where Blaine is a clerk at a clothing outlet store and Kurt shops there every weekend and he wears something more provocative every time he goes until one day Blaine has enough and pulls Kurt into the stock room and fucks him against the wall. BASICALLY PORN.


E - Words: 1,788 - Last Updated: Aug 11, 2012
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Categories: AU, Cotton Candy Fluff, Romance,
Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel,

Author's Notes: Written for a prompt I found on one of the lovely blogs I follow on tumblr :) Her url is in the chapter notes! xoI hope you enjoy it Sara, we all can't have amazing fic talent like you ;D Warnings: Just lots of very intense sex in public surroundings. Oh, and really dirty talk. So some slutshaming? written for the lovelyhttp://colferchris.tumblr.com/go follow her ok :3So the um, the direction sort of went a little different. But eventually Blaine controls the situation ._. you'll see.I also couldn't even think of a creative name for this without feeling dirty about it so I hope the title is okay. And I deeply apologize if my writing sucked. D:

Blaine sighed heavily as he printed out the reciept for the customer in front of him. Today was fairly boring like every other day, that is until Kurt comes back.
He handed over the tiny slip of paper and watched as the customer waltzed out of the store. Kurt usually arrived at this Marc Jacobs building at around 3PM each day, and it was almost time. Apparently he hit all of the stores on this side of the outlet building before coming here last, because it was his favorite store. Kurt Hummel had been coming back every single weekend since two weeks ago, when he apparently discovered the outlet store during his move to New York.
Blaine had instantly become obsessed with him. His gorgeous eyes that refused to let Blaine's gaze free, his fit body frame and goddamn, that smooth ass. Most appropriately, Blaine was addicted to his voice. And each time Kurt had spoken to him, it was a new dose of his most heavy drug. Blaine had no desire to stereotype, but from the obvious side Kurt was most definitely gay. And luckily for Blaine, so was he.

So far they barely had a full length conversation, just making small talk as Kurt shopped and Blaine rang him up. But Blaine managed to wiggle basic information out of Kurt, his name, where he lived. Some of his hobbies and other favorite stores in the outlet mall, and Blaine found they had a lot in common. Maybe one day Blaine would ask him out, something small. Perhaps coffee or a movie or even something, but that was if Blaine didn't ravish him first. Yes, Kurt Hummel had a habit of making Blaine incredibly tempted to bend him over the register desk right then and there. Kurt must have known, because there would be certain instances when he would just accidentally drop a piece of clothing, or a dollar, and each time Blaine was rewarded a glimpse of his firm ass. Not only was that the sole problem, Kurt had a habit of...undermining the dress code. If there was one, at least. The first visit, Kurt had a basic, yet stylish outfit on. The following time Kurt had come into the store, he was wearing something much more exposing. A v-cut shirt that was designed way too low for Kurt showed almost the entire espanse of Kurt's broad chest. Blaine had to resist the urge to pin Kurt down and run his tongue slowly up his exposed skin. Blaine was anxious and excited to see what Kurt had planned for today.

When the doorbell dinged to alert Blaine back to the prescence, he glanced toward the door to see who had walked in. To his pleasure, Kurt had pranced in right on time. Kurt gave a small wave when they made eye contact, and Blaine just smiled. He raked his eyes down Kurt's body from a distance, realizing that Kurt was perhaps wearing the shortest and tightest jeanshorts a male could wear. They literally looked as if they were painted on, clinging to each stretch of skin around the fabric. And not only was Kurt wearing that, he also happened to be sporting an extremely tight tanktop that revealed the broad shape of Kurt's toned shoulders. Blaine fought back an urge to groan. Since Blaine had moved to NYC on an arts scholarship, he had been sexually deprived. Meaning that every time that hot piece of pure sex waltzed into his store, Blaine had to refrain from his thoughts drifting toward the dirty side. Of course, Blaine usually failed.

Kurt walked up towards the register, carrying a few shirts in his grasp. "Excuse me, do you happen to have this in a smaller size?" Kurt asked, giving Blaine his most precious smile.

"I-uh, I-um. It looks like it'd fit?" Blaine stumbled out stupidly, eyeing the shirt Kurt held in front of him.

Kurt gave him a knowing smile and a curious look, staring at the shirt that was draped over his clothed body. "I think I'd prefer it tighter? Do you mind looking in the back for me?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure, of course. J-just, um follow me. I can't really leave you alone in the store." Blaine explained, biting his lip so hard he could taste the faint, bitter pang of blood. He unlocked the Stock back door, and flicked on the lights.

Kurt followed close behind Blaine. And by close, Kurt was literally pressed against Blaine from behind. Probably on purpose. When Blaine bent over to pick up a box that was haphazardly placed on the floor, Kurt grabbed his hips and thrusted his hard, clothed erection against Blaine's perked up ass.

"Fuck me, Blaine." Kurt whispered, his voice was scratchy and filled with all sorts of lust.

Blaine groaned deep in the back of his throat, and stood up straight. He had enough of the teasing, and demanded payback in it's most pleasurable form. Something inside of him snapped and he whipped around quickly, tightly grabbing Kurt's wrists and slamming his body up against an open space on the nearest wall. Kurt breathed heavily, staring into Blaine's darkened honey eyes with his pupils blown wide from passion.

"Pants off, now." Blaine demanded, growling as he peeled his gray workpants down towards his ankles. "Shirt too." He breathed, pulling his own white tshirt over his head.

Kurt nodded and did as he was told, shimmying out of his tight shorts and quickly whipping his tanktop over his head. Kurt closed his eyes, willingly letting Blaine take care of him. "I'm already prepared," He whispered quietly.

"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine whined, reaching down into his pant pockets for a condom. "You walk in here every fucking day, like you own this fucking place, looking so goddamn sexy. Practically begging for my cock," Blaine whispered, ramming his hips against Kurt's body and starting to rub his cock against the other free erection.

"Please, please, fuck I want it." Kurt pleaded, trying to spaz his hips up towards Blaine's to gain quicker friction. Blaine hummed appreciatively, and picked Kurt up so that he could straddle Blaine's hips.

Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine's neck, spreading his legs as best as he could while securing them around Blaine's waist. He moaned loudly when he felt Blaine's finger approaching his puckered hole.

"Fuck, you're already open. You fucking slut, god you're so hungry for it, aren't you?" Blaine moaned, pushing his digit roughly into Kurt's wet hole. Marvelling in how tight and stretched he was at the same time, Blaine began finger fucking Kurt's ass roughly.

Kurt threw his head back against the wall with a whack, easing in the familiar burn and welcoming pleasure at the same time. "P-please, fuck, Blaine I'm ready." He groaned, clenching his eyes shut when he felt two fingers plunging into his hole.

Blaine rested his head against Kurt's sweaty, pale chest and ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth. He pushed Kurt back against the wall, to assure that he wouldn't come falling down as Blaine rolled the lubed condom onto his cock. He gasped at the delicious pleasure and wrapped his arms tighter around Kurt. He picked him up again slightly, resting the tip of his cock in between Kurt's cheeks. He rubbed the head roughly against the wide, stretched hole and slowly pushed in.

"Yes, fuck!" Kurt gasped, enjoying the pleasure of being filled by Blaine's thick cock. Blaine's eyes rolled towards the back of his head when he realized just how tight Kurt was, and felt overwhelmed by the squeezing pressure.

Kurt wiped Blaine's sweat-filled curls out of his face, and angled Blaine's head toward his to pull him into a passionate kiss. Opening his mouth, Blaine plunged his tongue into Kurt's as he rammed his hips closer towards Kurt's ass.

Blaine kept kissing Kurt with as much fervor as he could, while managing to pound Kurt into oblivion as roughly as he could. Ramming his cock deep within Blaine's tight, slick hole, earning a string of incoherent words from Kurt's shaking form. Blaine groaned back the entire time, rhythmically gyrating his tanned hip to pound right against Kurt's prostate.

"God, fuck, Blaine, god I've been waiting so long for this!" Kurt almost screamed, and Blaine smiled wickedly to himself as he angled his hips to brush past Kurt's prostate with each pelvic thrust. With each rough push into him, Kurt ached to touch his neglected cock and motivate himself closer to orgasm. Blaine was almost teetering on the edge, the insanity and danger of having sex at his work place with an extremely sexy and sweaty Kurt was too much to handle. The delicious pressure caused Blaine to see stars behind his eyes, it all felt so amazingly good.

Blaine seemed to catch on to Kurt's craving need for an orgasm, so he paused his hips for a second and slid his arm beneath their fiery bodies. He wrapped his hand tightly around Kurt's dick, and recieved a gasp from the boy writhing underneath him. Blaine continued his pushes, making sure to hit Kurt's prostate each time, while rubbing his rough and coarse hand down Kurt's shaft in sync. Blaine kept fucking Kurt as hard as he possibly could, and with each new drag of tight skin caused him to moan.

"Ufgh," Blaine groaned, starting a wave of unsteady thrusts while his breathing became heavier and deeper. With one last final thrust into Kurt, his hips stuttered to a halt as he began coming into Kurt's perfect hole, protected by the slick form of latex. Kurt moaned loudly, and squeezed his ass as tight as he could when he felt Blaine coming into him. It was a feeling like no other, and Blaine almost passed out from the relief of pleasure. Staring down at his cock as it pushed into Blaine's hand, Kurt began to come into Blaine's tight fist. Blaine continued to pump him through it, while Kurt pushed his hips slightly forward spasmodically while coming. Spilling over his fist and their lower waists, Kurt whined out as the white spurts painted their bodies. Blaine smiled, kissing Kurt's shoulder as gently as possible.

Blaine gently slid his now softening cock out of Kurt's sensitive hole, and Kurt whimpered at the sensation of being empty again. Blaine giggled mostly to himself, and helped put Kurt back to his feet.

Blaine rolled his eyes down Kurt's delicious form, mentally making a note of how absolutely gorgeous he was. Kurt blushed when he noticed what he was doing, and started to redress himself.

"So about that shirt?" Kurt questioned from beneath his eyelashes with a smile, buttoning up his jean shorts.

"How about you come back next weekend and we can look again?" Blaine winked, pressing a chaste kiss to Kurt's lips.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

End Notes: Bleheheh, and that's the end.For all those reading, if you could be so kind as to check out my stories, "Another Midnight Swim" or "State of the Art" 'cause that'd be fantastic♥ Thank you!

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