It was a typical Glee rehearsal, and Kurt Hummel was staring blankly into the distance. Unlike most afternoons where you’d find him gazing out the choir room window, waiting for Mr. Schue to walk in and gag them all with another Journey song, he was sitting in a chair, eyes glued completely on his boyfriend, Blaine. While this didn’t appear surprising at all to most it was to Kurt. Because on this day, he wasn’t staring at Blaine’s muscular arms, sparkling eyes, or even his perfectly round ass.
Today, he was fixated on Blaine’s neck.
Blaine had forgone a bow tie that day, opting for a plain black polo shirt, which he’d left temptingly unbuttoned. Kurt watched the Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, and Kurt shifted in his seat. He’d had several up-close encounters with Blaine’s neck in the past. He could recall peppering his boyfriend’s face with kisses, worshiping the smooth skin as he worked his way down to his chest, his nipples--
Kurt had to stop thinking about it before he got too turned-on for a Tuesday.
Blaine was standing about ten feet in front of him, chattering with Mike about dance moves. He could hear Mercedes and Tina beside him discussing an upcoming trip to the mall, and not even fashion could drag him out of his neck fantasies.
Luckily, Mr. Schuester walked in and began his weekly shoving-of-a-genre down their throats. Blaine took the seat next to Kurt as usual, sending curious looks toward his flushed boyfriend. Kurt ignored the gaze, moving his own to the clock, counting down the seconds until this rehearsal was over and willing his half-hard cock to subside.
Finally, the clock struck four, and Mr. Schue released them. Kurt pulled Blaine up to his feet and out the door, ignoring Rachel’s questions and Santana’s catcalls. They reached Kurt’s Navigator in record time, and Kurt tossed the keys to Blaine. He was in no position to be driving. Blaine recognized the darkened haze over Kurt’s eyes, and backed the car out of the parking lot without a second thought.
They knew their parents’ routines perfectly at this point, so Blaine drove to his own house in complete silence, throwing the car in park in the street. He had Kurt follow him into the house, and they locked Blaine’s bedroom door behind him.
Without a word, Kurt pushed Blaine up against the doorframe. His lips parted instantly, and he worked his tongue into Blaine’s willing mouth. Intertwining his tongue in Kurt’s, Blaine couldn’t stifle his moan before he pulled away.
“Kurt! You haven’t said a word since before rehearsal and you think you can just come over here and kiss me like this?”
Kurt responded with a blank stare.
“Not like I don’t appreciate it, baby, but I need to know, what’s gotten into you?”
Kurt closed the space between them, kissing him all over his face, murmuring in-between.
“Just--” (cheek) “my--” (temple) “extremely--” (the corner of his mouth) “sexy--” (under his earlobe) “boyfriend.” Kurt said, finally rejoining their lips together. Blaine welcomed the explanation and the kiss, deepening it as he worked his fingers into Kurt’s hair. They moved toward the bed, until the back of Blaine’s calves brushed against the mattress. He used one arm to support his body as he laid back against his headboard, pulling Kurt on top of him. Kurt straddled him, leaning back slightly. He fiddled with the hem of Blaine’s shirt until his boyfriend got the hint and pulled it over his head, thanking God he’d chosen a simple outfit today. Kurt was busy unbuttoning his gray vest, pulling his cream top off next. Finally, they were chest to chest, and Kurt was moaning as Blaine moved his hands up and down his back.
Kurt pressed his lips back to Blaine’s cheek, crossing to suck lightly on his earlobe. Blaine arched up at the touch of Kurt’s mouth on his sensitive skin. Kurt breathed lightly into Blaine’s ear before he worked his lips down again. Now they were sucking at the spot right underneath the lobe, and Blaine was becoming undone underneath Kurt.
Kurt was ignoring his own throbbing cock as he sucked hard at Blaine’s pulse point on his neck. Flicking his tongue along with his mouth’s movements, Kurt thrust lightly into Blaine.
The other boy was a blubbering mess.
“Oh my god, Kurt! Don’t stop baby, don’t stop!”
Kurt had no intentions of stopping.
Satisfied with the deep mark he’d made--his first time giving a hickey--Kurt moved his lips to the front of Blaine’s throat. There, he found the boy’s Adam’s apple, and sucked down hard on it. Nibbling lightly, Kurt worked his lips and tongue over the spot. He didn’t want to leave a hickey that noticeably on the front of Blaine’s neck, but it felt so good.
Kurt felt something hard nudge his thigh, and realized it was Blaine’s cock twitching. Their bottoms were still on, and Kurt slid off of Blaine to remedy that. At first his boyfriend was confused by the shift oh contact. Seeing Kurt’s hands on his pants button, Blaine got the memo. When they were both in their underwear, Kurt stopped Blaine.
Attaching his lips to Blaine’s neck again, Kurt sucked his way down his body. Biting gently on Blaine’s collarbone, Kurt made sure to visit each of his nipples before circling Blaine’s bellybutton with his tongue.
Using his teeth, Kurt tugged on the waistband of Blaine’s boxers. Blaine arched up on the bed to help Kurt, and together, they tossed the article of clothing across the room. Kurt smirked before engulfing Blaine completely into his mouth. Bobbing up and down on Blaine’s cock, Kurt dragged his nails up and down his boyfriend’s thighs. Blaine fucked upward into Kurt’s mouth, his arousal completely taking over him.
“OH, god, Kurt, you’re so good at this, so hot! Don’t fucking stop baby, so close!”
Kurt pulled off of Blaine when he heard him say that last bit. Pulling off his underwear quickly, Kurt spread his legs and leaned forward on his elbows and knees.
Blaine didn’t need to be told what came next. Pulling the lube from his bedside table, he coated three of his fingers and slid one inside. Kurt fucked backwards onto it, signaling for Blaine to add another. When he did, he moved them in a scissoring pattern, determined to find the bundle of nerves. Hearing Kurt’s broken moans, Blaine worked a third inside him, crooking them upward until--
“YESYES! Right there, oh my god, Blaine, fuck me fuck me do something I need you inside me NOW!”
Chuckling quietly, Blaine pulled his fingers out of Kurt’s hole, rubbing them on his cock and adding some more lube. A minute later, he had the tip pressed against Kurt’s hole, keeping it there for a few seconds
“Fuck, baby, don’t tease me, I need you to fuck me now!” Kurt moaned. Blaine responded by slipping inside him without a sound.
Kurt sat up on his knees and arched his back, keening as Blaine’s cock slid in and out of him. Kurt pushed back on every thrust. He turned his head sideways and met Blaine’s lips in a kiss. As Blaine continued to fuck him, the kiss became more tongues and teeth than anything else, but Kurt left his fingers in Blaine’s hair as he pushed backward.
Blaine’s hand remembered the rock-hard cock between Kurt’s legs and gripped it firmly. Kurt cried out at the sensation.
“Baby, I’m not gonna last,” Kurt murmured, and Blaine replied with a similar response.
Together, they fucked toward each other, Blaine jerking Kurt in time with the movement. A few minutes of his and Kurt was moaning out his orgasm, spurting his cum all of Blaine’s hand and sheets. He clenched his ass around Blaine’s cock as his prostate throbbed with the overstimulation. The tightness felt amazing around his erection, and Blaine came hard inside of Kurt. The feeling of complete fullness made Kurt’s cock twitch hopefully with Blaine still inside him, but Kurt knew it was much too soon. Using a tissue from Blaine’s nightstand, they cleaned up the cum as much as they could before collapsing in the bed.
Snuggling up together. Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine’s neck one more time, admiring the dark bruise he’d left there.
“You know, I’m going to have to get you back for that one,” Blaine whispered sleepily.
“I’d like to see you try,” Kurt responded with a grin.
“Baby, you don’t even want to know what I’ve got up my sleeve.” Blaine shot back, pulling Kurt in close. Without another word the two kissed one more time before falling asleep in each other’s arms.