May 29, 2012, 11:33 p.m.
All Strung Out
Kurt has a splitting headache and the New Directions aren't helping. Never take a pill from Brittany S. Pierce, if she tells you it's an aspirin. Ever. Pure smut. You've been warned.
E - Words: 4,381 - Last Updated: May 29, 2012 2,077 0 1 13 Categories: PWP, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Tags: established relationship,
It was a normal day at McKinley. The cheerleaders were practising their cheering, there were a couple of jocks showering in the locker room showers and the glee club had just assembled to talk about their win at sectionals. The Troubletones had been officially disbanded this week and it caused a lot of stress.
Kurt had taken the almost completely diva-less club for granted. He’d thought having Mercedes back would be fabulous, but her incessant whining about Blaine and Rachel was annoying the hell out of him.
He didn’t understand why they still complained about Blaine. His boyfriend hadn’t done anything wrong since transferring to McKinley, except maybe picking a fight with Sam. Even he had been slightly annoyed that his boyfriend hadn’t wanted to do that hip-thrusting thing. It would have looked pretty good.
The throbbing headache didn’t help matters either.
Kurt massaged his temples, trying to relieve some of the pressure that seemed to be splitting his head in half. Blaine was patting his arm compassionately and looking at him with concern. He just closed his eyes at the look. He was bended over slightly, pain evident in his features. “Maybe you should go to the nurse’s office,” His boyfriend softy spoke. Kurt just shook his head slightly. If he went to the nurse’s office, he’d probably miss the entire day of school and he didn’t want that to show on his record.
“I’m ok. I think I just need an aspirin,” he grunted and Brittany, who seemed to perk up at that, turned around.
“I’ve got some aspirin in my bag,” she said and Kurt felt too relieved to question her need to have aspirin in her bag, “I’ll get it for you!” she hopped up out of her seat, interrupting Mr. Shue’s speech. Blaine was rubbing his shoulder soothingly and he let his cheek touch the back of the hand. He hated having headaches.
Brittany got back with a little bottle with pills. She opened it and got out a little blue colored tablet and handed it to Kurt. That should have made him realize that what he was taking wasn’t a painkiller, but it didn’t. No one questioned it.
He quickly swallowed the little tablet using the water bottle Blaine had handed to him. His face scrunched up at the taste as he sat back in the chair and closed his eyes. Kurt felt Blaine grabbing his hand and he smiled softly. Blaine was always there when he needed someone.
Sitting in a more comfortable position with his eyes still closed, he drowned out the noise of the choir room. He didn’t know when he’d dozed off, but the slight shaking that his arm was doing and a soft voice woke him up. The headache was thankfully gone now. He opened his eyes to look right into stunning hazel and his breath caught, just a little. Every time he looked into Blaine’s eyes, he remembered why he fell in love with him in the first place. Compassion and caring shone in the irises and Kurt smiled.
“Hi,” he said quietly, cocking his head to the side with a yawn before his eyes widened in alarm at the empty choir room.
“Good afternoon,” Blaine replied before noticing Kurt’s panicked look, “You’ve only been asleep for about 20 minutes, don’t worry. Glee club’s over for today.” Kurt just hummed in reply, stretching a little in relief. He felt a tingly feeling in his stomach, but he dismissed it and chalked it up to being tired due to the aspirin. The blissful quiet in the room and Blaine’s hand in his made up for the headache from earlier.
“The headache’s gone by the way. Those pills are miracle workers,” he said laughing a little. Blaine chuckled and stood up out of the chair next to him. He grabbed his bag and dragged Kurt up out of his seat with flourish, pressing a little kiss on his lips.
“Come on, I’ll drive you home. I don’t trust you behind the wheel when you were asleep 5 minutes ago.” Kurt didn’t protest. He kind of liked looking at Blaine while he was driving. He always had this slight frown of concentration on his face, but still seemed to be able to keep a conversation despite traffic lights or stop signs. Kurt always snapped at people when he was driving. He didn’t want to kill his baby in an accident just because someone couldn’t keep his or her mouth shut for 10 minutes. He was glad most of his friends had their own cars.
When he was going somewhere with Blaine in the drivers seat, he let loose a little. He didn’t have to concentrate on traffic because his boyfriend did a perfectly good job.
When he sat down in the passenger seat of the green car, the tingling in his stomach started up again. This time he didn’t chalk it up to being tired. The nap had muddled his brain enough for him to dismiss it the first time, but this felt weird. He rubbed his stomach with a frown as Blaine started his way out of the school parking lot. Maybe it was a side effect of the pill.
“I feel kind of weird… I should have never trusted Brittany and her wonder medication,” he spoke and Blaine looked at him from the driver’s seat in question at the admission, “She isn’t smart enough to know where babies actually come from or that Santa doesn’t exist, maybe she gave me something else.” Kurt paused the bottle had seemed perfectly acceptable in his pain huddled mind, but he hadn’t recognized the tablet as normal painkiller. The tingling was getting intense and started to spread to his tights and to his co-
Kurt’s eyes widened as and his face flush a bright red. He cursed at the heavens that he’d put his bag in the backseat, as he felt himself growing hard in his jeans. Blaine, thankfully, hadn’t looked over and Kurt desperately searched for a way to hide the growing bulge in his trousers. He silently gulped and shifted, the fabric of his pants rubbing against his underwear and his breath hitched.
‘No nonononononononono.’ He kept up the silent mantra in his head, trying to scramble for a way to either hide it or make it go away. He tried making the tent ‘disappear’ by shifting it under his belt but only had to bite back a moan at the friction.
This was not good.
“I think I have a stomach ache or something,” he spoke noticing the raspiness of his own voice and the dryness of his throat. Blaine accepted the answer readily and shifted his hand from the gear stick to Kurt’s left hand. He squeezed it with his own fingers, trying to reassure his boyfriend.
“Are you sure you’re okay? I could drive you to the hospital-”
“NO! I mean no, I’m fine, don’t worry, I’ll probably just go to sleep when I get home.” ‘And have a good wank too, if it’s still not gone by then.’ Kurt refrained from saying the last part out loud and blushed at his own forwardness.
No thought of having sex with girls or other negative things, like Rachel Berry’s wardrobe, could make him lose the sudden erection, however hard he tried. Blaine still hadn’t noticed and for once Kurt blessed his obliviousness. Except for the fact that his hard-on was getting painful now.
It throbbed inside his pants, making it hard to think straight. The way Blaine was holding his hand wasn’t helping either. He was slowly circling his thumb on the back of Kurt’s hand, humming a Katy Perry tune and not looking at Kurt or the situation in his underwear. It was innocent, but still seemed kind of… erotic. The skin of the long fingers rubbing in slow circles brought images to his mind of nights shared at Blaine’s house, feverishly kissing and touching and gasping in need. Through his muddled mind he registered them pulling into the street that would eventually lead to Kurt’s home and he almost cried out in relieve.
When Blaine turned into a side street he looked up at him and was met with a smirking face.
“Blaine wha-,“ he started, but cut himself off when Blaine stopped the car and looked him over. Kurt’s breath hitched. Oh god. Blaine knew.
Blaine reached out a tentative hand to where Kurt was trying to make his erection unnoticeable. Kurt practically whined when he did come in contact. Blaine almost pulled back in surprise. At his questioning look, Kurt let out a shaky breath, “I think she slipped me a Viagra or an aphrodisiac.” He spoke quietly, his face a shameful red.
“You really thought that I wouldn’t notice? You kept fidgeting in your seat and I heard your breath hitching. You were shifting and cursing,” Blaine undid his seat belt and leaned over to Kurt, capturing his lips in a hard kiss. Kurt groaned. “Wasn’t your dad out working in the shop today?” he asked while undoing Kurt’s zipper, making the teen whimper.
Kurt tried his hardest to concentrate on forming a proper sentence, “He’s out until 7 and so is Carole and she’s doing a double shift at the hospital. Finn is at Puck’s,” he said it all quickly, breath turning labored as he felt Blaine’s fingers slipping into his boxers to palm him there. When the warm skin of Blaine’s palm made contact with the throbbing flesh, he couldn’t keep a moan from slipping past his lips.
But then the warmth was gone and Blaine sat back in the driver’s seat, buckling himself back up and starting the car in 10 seconds flat. Kurt looked at him with a haze of confusion and arousal. The situation in the car was changing too fast for Kurt to keep track. In about 2 minutes Blaine had gone from innocently oblivious, which he hadn’t been, to noticing it but keeping his mouth shut, to touching Kurt and then he wasn’t and they were driving again. Why were they driving again?
He felt seriously irritated at his jumbled mind and aching arousal, until he took a second to look down at Blaine’s lap and noticed he was in the same situation as Kurt, erection tenting his cream colored trousers. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself.
He felt the blood in his veins throbbing with need and once again cursed Brittany. Why did that girl have something like this in her bag? And how could she not have noticed it was a Viagra pill? Kurt wondered what the pills would have as an effect on women, but quickly dismissed the thought when they pulled up in the driveway of Kurt’s home.
Kurt’s own navigator was neatly parked on the street in front of the house, but no other cars were there. Kurt thanked whatever god or being there was for this small favor and started ruffling through the dashboard drawer, getting out the condoms and lube they had stashed there. He met Blaine’s gaze and thought back to the times they’d shared inside this very car, another wave of need washing through him. He knew he was probably flushed but Blaine’s smoldering gaze made him unfocussed. Breaking the gaze simultaneously, they hopped out of the car and quickly got their bags out of the backseat as Kurt went to grab his keys.
His hands were shaky and it was hard to walk with the burning between his legs, but he made due. He inserted the keys into the lock quickly and felt Blaine wrapping his arms around him from behind. Oh, Blaine was definitely aroused. He felt the erection in Blaine’s pants rubbing against his behind. Kurt turned around in his arms and pulled the shorter teen into a feverish kiss. He pushed against the door with his back and he felt Blaine turning the key so it opened.
They stumbled inside, their mouths never detaching. Blaine pushed Kurt into the door and it closed with a resounding click. Kurt lost it when his boyfriend started thrusting their crotches together creating wonderful friction and he forgot that they were still in the hall, opting on losing his scarf. While his fingers fumbled with the buttons of his coat, Blaine had started pulling of his own coat and getting rid of his shoes. They were still kissing desperately, craving the intimate touch that only the other could give. Blaine assisted in getting Kurt’s coat off opting to kiss and suck on his neck.
Kurt knew there were going to be bruises and hickeys tomorrow, but couldn’t bring himself to care too much. The wicked things Blaine was doing to the sensitive flesh of his shoulder was enough to make the erection in his pants painful again. He needed release and soon or he might just die from sexual frustration. He shifted and looked down as Blaine dropped to his knees and undid Kurt’s boots, dragging them off his feet in a hurry. When they were gone, Kurt made a move to pull Blaine back up into a kiss, but the teen stayed on his knees opting to undo Kurt’s zipper instead.
Kurt’s eyes widened as his pants were dragged down followed by his boxers. Blaine didn’t hesitate and grabbed Kurt’s leaking erection with a firm hand. He kissed and nibbled at Kurt hip, blowing air on the moist and bruised skin. He keened in pleasure as Blaine started pumping, his fist in a slow but steady rhythm. They had done things like this before, yes, but never had it been this intoxicating and needy. Never had Kurt been so desperate for release. He threw his head back in a silent scream as Blaine slowly, ever so slowly started sucking on the head. The teasing suction and firm touches were making Kurt’s insides squirm with need.
He chanced a glance down at the ground and nearly came at the sight. Blaine was sitting on his knees looking up at him while sucking and licking at Kurt’s erection like it was some kind of lollypop and, Kurt let out a stuttering breath, was rubbing himself through his pants, a wet stain forming on the beige material.
“You like it when we do this don’t you?” Blaine asked before dragging his tongue all the way from base to tip, “You like it when I suck on your cock?” Kurt never got the chance to reply as the last of his conscious mind left him, the moment Blaine took him half way into his mouth and sucked -god that felt so good. He had to bite his lip, trying to regain some semblance of the control that had slipped from him minutes ago. It was not to be.
“Blaine!” he moaned, grabbing at Blaine’s curls, resisting the urge to buck into the hot and wet mouth. He was aching, the deep pleasure he was experiencing forming a warm knot in his lower stomach and making consistent thought impossible. And oh that felt amazing. He opened his eyes. When had he closed them? Kurt didn’t dare dwelling on it as he felt Blaine taking him further into his mouth. Kurt started whimpering loudly as he looked down. Blaine was looking at him intently, teasing him with his gaze and tongue and the soft velvety feel of his lips.
“Blaine! I-If you don’t –fuck- if you don’t stop I’m gonna-,” Kurt spoke, barely getting the words out of his mouth. The knot in his stomach was tightening and Kurt’s knees were getting weaker and he was really really close to coming completely undone. “Close,” He hissed, as a warning.
Blaine gave one final lick and stood up, finally dropping his own pants and kissed Kurt on the mouth, hard. The tongue that had just licked at his erection was now insistently rubbing at his lips and Kurt could taste himself in Blaine’s mouth. The friction of Blaine’s still clothed erection rubbing against Kurt’s uncovered one was making his legs go weak. Blaine noticed and grabbed his hips, pushing him harder against the door. They were still kissing and fuck, Blaine was rubbing against him like a cat and he could feel the cold frame of the door digging into his shoulder blades and it was all so much at once.
The cold wood against his heated back and the constant pressure against his hard-on made his knees give out and Blaine caught him right on time. Kurt flushed in embarrassment and clutched at Blaine’s neck, intent on not falling over again and embarrassing himself. He didn’t expect the smaller teen to pick him up and push him back against the door. He squeaked in surprise. They were suddenly so much closer then they were before and fuck he was so painfully aroused and Blaine was too, he could feel it. He wrapped his legs around Blaine’s waist, the fabric of his boyfriend’s boxers making the skin of his erection burn and ache and his thighs quiver.
“fuck- more, please just-,“ Kurt couldn’t think, the pressure in his stomach growing and his heart racing. He needed Blaine in him, he needed the ache and the pleasure and the closeness. The hot pull and the desperate need for release.
Blaine seemed to understand and carefully sat him down while Kurt released himself from Blaine’s waist. He stood on shaky legs, leaning against the hard, green painted oak and panting from exertion and pleasure. Blaine’s eyes were glazed over with need, hair messy from Kurt pulling at it and he had a dusting of red on his face. Kurt was pretty sure he looked the same.
He knew he should probably be ashamed of himself, standing against the front door, completely naked and wanting, but couldn’t bring himself to care as he watched Blaine grab the lube and condom Kurt had gotten out earlier.
“Turn around,” Blaine whispered, pecking him on the lips. Kurt nodded and did so eagerly, sticking out his ass. Facing the door made him feel like he was blind; he didn’t know what was happening behind him. He could feel Blaine caressing the skin of his back with the tips of his fingers and his nails scratched lightly at the wood in frustration. The touch was tantalizing and teasing and perfect, but not what he needed right now.
“Stop teasing,” he hissed and heard a soft chuckle. Blaine’s fingers kneaded his ass and the pop of the lid on the bottle made Kurt sigh in relief. He braced himself as Blaine nudged his legs and thighs apart with the warm palms of his hands.
“Do you know how amazing you look right now?” the whisper and hot breath against his ear surprised Kurt and made him jump a little. A tiny tremor went through him as he felt goose bumps rise on the skin of his arms, legs and back. “So desperate for my touch,” he continued, “aching for me.” Kurt squeaked when he felt the cold lube at his entrance. He moaned when he felt one of Blaine’s fingers push past the tight ring of muscles.
Blaine started thrusting it in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, enough to keep him on edge but not feel the burn of the stretch, something he knew Kurt wanted to feel. He didn’t want to be made love to, he wanted to be fucked. But Blaine was being a tease.
“Please Blaine I want you so mu-,” Kurt tried to finish his sentence but Blaine had twisted his finger and was now massaging the gland that Kurt knew would make him see white with pleasure soon enough. His breath quickened as Blaine’s fingertip barely brushed past the soft skin inside him. “More- Blaine please- I can’t-,” he stuttered with desperation. His erection hurt and the need to come was so great, that urging Blaine on was the only way to keep himself together long enough.
He looked over his shoulder and Blaine had that look of concentration on his face as he watched his finger slowly move in and out of Kurt. Kurt reached behind himself and grabbed his ass cheeks, giving Blaine a perfect view of his cleft and the finger disappearing inside him. “Please Blaine, give me more. Please.” He begged and Blaine finally complied adding another finger and setting a faster pace. The new stimulation caused shivers of pleasure to rise and Kurt arched his back, pushing against the fingers. He wanted them harder and deeper and just… more.
Kurt sighed and keened as Blaine added a new, lubed finger next to the other two and moved them around. He could feel his knees getting weaker again with every brush of the slick knuckles against the sensitive part of his body. The room’s temperature seemed higher then before and the only sound seemed to be Kurt’s harsh breathing and the soppy sound of Blaine’s fingers moving. He seemed to become more aware of his surroundings, his hot cheek resting against the cold door. Kurt felt feverish and needy.
“I’ll have to thank Brittany the next time we see her,” Blaine said and Kurt knew that he was looking at him in fascination, “I love it when you’re so hungry for my cock.” Kurt found himself clenching around Blaine’s fingers involuntarily. “Does it turn you on when I tell you how hot and needy you look right now? That I see you want me inside you so badly? That I want to fuck you against this door?” Kurt just whimpered helplessly.
Blaine almost never lost control like this. He was always gentle and caring, making sure the both of them had equal pleasure. The deep lust filled voice and dirty admissions made Kurt feel the lac of control. He loved it.
He growled in annoyance when Blaine’s fingers left him. Before he could express his irritation he was yanked away from the door and turned around. Kurt got a full view of what Blaine looked like at that moment. The slightly shorter male was hard and leaking, the head of his cock an angry red and Kurt gulped. “Without,” he spoke, surprised at his own words. Blaine’s eyes looked at him searchingly, “Without the condom,” He said breathily leaning back against the door, “Wanna feel only you inside me.”
Blaine smiled brightly and threw the condom over his shoulder, kissing the living daylight out of his boyfriend. “I love you so much,” he spoke and Kurt didn’t hesitate to say it back. Going back to kissing the soft lips that had been on his only minutes ago, hours ago, everyday. The familiar feel was warming his insides and Kurt let his arms fall around Blaine’s neck, pulling him even further in. He could feel Blaine’s hand moving between them, Blaine’s hand lubing himself up, hissing at the cold fluid.
And then he was pushed against the wall, legs wrapped around Blaine and Blaine was inside of him and it burned pleasantly. He was pulling at the curls in his hands, the teeth nibbling and sucking at his neck sending his head into spirals and his mouth into a silent scream.
“Fuc- Blaine! So good-“ he moaned, throwing his head back.
Blaine just growled and started thrusting, causing Kurt to keen at the stretch. He was going to feel this for days and he couldn’t bring himself to care because he needed this. The throbbing inside him and the feverish thrusting were all bringing Kurt closer and closer to the edge he had been dangling on for an hour. Or what had felt like an hour. It had taken so long for Blaine to be buried inside of him but he was finally there and it felt fantastic.
And then Blaine pulled out and angled himself, hitting his prostate and everything seemed to multiply ten-fold. The awareness of Blaine moving in and out and the way Kurt was clutching at his shoulders and hair, the blinding pleasure he was experiencing with every thrust.
He was so so close, the pleasure building to a peak and the knot in his stomach tightening. He could feel it coming, feel himself going to come.
“I’m- fuck Blaine- I’m so close-“ he yelled, glad that no one was home.
“Me too,” Blaine grunted, pushing his hand between them and grabbing Kurt’s erection. He started pumping it in time with his thrusts. Kurt didn’t think anymore. The sensations of Blaine thrusting into him and the hand on his dick made that impossible. He could feel it tightening inside him, could feel himself tightening and oh god-
Everything flooded with light and Kurt’s body stuttered as he came, pearly beads of cum landing on his stomach and Blaine’s hand. It took Blaine only 2 thrusts before he was coming too. Kurt could feel the warm sticky fluid filling him, churning inside of him, as he and Blaine panted with exertion. He looked down at the mess they’d made and could feel Blaine going soft and slipping out He saw that his boyfriend was barely keeping himself up, let alone Kurt, so he unwound his legs and leaned against the door.
The orgasm made his mind hazy and he could feel Blaine’s cum dribbling down his leg. He couldn’t bring himself to mind it. Kurt had asked to do it without a condom and knowing that Blaine had been there, had left traces of himself there, was enough.
He looked into Blaine’s eyes and pecked him on the lips before looking down and noticing that he was still semi-hard and squeaking in surprise. Blaine followed his eyes and raised an eyebrow before smiling.
“Shower?”
Kurt smiled.
“Shower.”