voodoo-fever
Oct. 3, 2012, 12:15 p.m.
Beat It
Kurt is trying to resist the new transfer, Blaine, but the new kid isn't making it easy on Kurt, especially when he corners him alone in the locker room. badboy!Kurt, badboy!Blaine as requested a while ago.
M - Words: 638 - Last Updated: Oct 03, 2012 752 0 0 3 Categories: AU, General, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel,
Author's Notes: This is just a short prompt I did for a friend a long time ago. It's pretty heavy with language and sexual innuendo though, just so we're clear.
“In case you haven’t noticed, none of us here wear fucking blazers, Anderson. Now get lost.” Kurt all but subtly pushed past the newcomer, bumping his shoulder harshly to emphasis how unwelcome Kurt found his presence to be.
“I think you’re so hostile toward me because you just want to fuck me and it’s driving you crazy. Admit it, Hummel.” Kurt came to a halt and spun around on his heel, eyes blazing as he shot daggers at the cocky son-of-a-bitch in front of him.
“You honestly think I’d waste my time trying to get into your pants? Dream on, Anderson.”
“Oh yes, I think you would, Hummel. I think your life here has been a mediocre joke. Same old repetition, not nearly enough excitement. Then I transferred and turned your whole world upside down and now you don’t know which way is up.” Kurt couldn’t deny the truth in his words, no matter how much it pained him to admit that Blaine was right.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, I think I do, Kurt. I think I know more about you than you’d like to admit.” Blaine was slowly advancing him, eyes locked on his, as if he was a predator zoning in on his prey.
“You don’t know a fucking thing about me, and don’t fucking call me that.”
“Why? Does it bruise your precious little ego to know that I’m right?” Blaine was close now, so close that Kurt could catch the potent stench of cigarettes and sun-kissed leather. He had to will himself not to let his eyes droop and take in the scent.
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Blaine. Now get over yourself and get the fuck out of here.” Kurt tried to look unfazed as Blaine inched even closer, chests almost grazing against one another.
“Why? Afraid you’ll cave in with no one else around?” Kurt scoffed in an attempt to ward off any discomforting feelings of being closed in and surrounded.
“I’m starting to think you’re the one who wants in my pants, Anderson. You’ve been all over my ass since you first got here.”
“Oh, I haven’t been anywhere near that sweet ass of yours, Hummel, but you bet in due time, I will. I’ll be able to have every inch of you soon enough.” Blaine had successfully backed Kurt up against the lockers, space minuscule as his lips hovered over Kurt’s.
“Just beat it, Anderson,” Kurt huffed, a tiny thrill going through him as Blaine’s lips parted slightly at the feel of Kurt’s hot breath against his.
“Oh, I intend to, soon enough. I can’t wait to have that cock of yours sliding down my throat, fucking it raw. I bet you taste as good as you smell.” Blaine closed his eyes, breathing deeply through his nostrils and licked his lips as he took all of Kurt in. His tongue darted out further as he guided it along Kurt’s bottom lip and then the top, pulling back and opening his eyes.
“If your cock tastes anywhere near as good as your lips do, then I’m in for a treat.” Blaine cupped Kurt through his tight jeans and Kurt gasped, eyes growing wide at the sensation. “I’ll have to finish this later,” and then Blaine was turning around and walking out of the locker room, no longer close enough for Kurt to feel, no longer touching him or invading his senses. But Blaine was still there, still everywhere. Kurt could still smell him and feel his tongue licking his lips and hand rough on his strained cock in his pants. He could still feel it, and goddammit Anderson had some sort of weird effect on him.
“See ya around, Hummel!” Blaine called over his shoulder. Soon, he was out of sight, but certainly not out of mind as Kurt was left alone, confused, flustered and horny as hell.
“I think you’re so hostile toward me because you just want to fuck me and it’s driving you crazy. Admit it, Hummel.” Kurt came to a halt and spun around on his heel, eyes blazing as he shot daggers at the cocky son-of-a-bitch in front of him.
“You honestly think I’d waste my time trying to get into your pants? Dream on, Anderson.”
“Oh yes, I think you would, Hummel. I think your life here has been a mediocre joke. Same old repetition, not nearly enough excitement. Then I transferred and turned your whole world upside down and now you don’t know which way is up.” Kurt couldn’t deny the truth in his words, no matter how much it pained him to admit that Blaine was right.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, I think I do, Kurt. I think I know more about you than you’d like to admit.” Blaine was slowly advancing him, eyes locked on his, as if he was a predator zoning in on his prey.
“You don’t know a fucking thing about me, and don’t fucking call me that.”
“Why? Does it bruise your precious little ego to know that I’m right?” Blaine was close now, so close that Kurt could catch the potent stench of cigarettes and sun-kissed leather. He had to will himself not to let his eyes droop and take in the scent.
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Blaine. Now get over yourself and get the fuck out of here.” Kurt tried to look unfazed as Blaine inched even closer, chests almost grazing against one another.
“Why? Afraid you’ll cave in with no one else around?” Kurt scoffed in an attempt to ward off any discomforting feelings of being closed in and surrounded.
“I’m starting to think you’re the one who wants in my pants, Anderson. You’ve been all over my ass since you first got here.”
“Oh, I haven’t been anywhere near that sweet ass of yours, Hummel, but you bet in due time, I will. I’ll be able to have every inch of you soon enough.” Blaine had successfully backed Kurt up against the lockers, space minuscule as his lips hovered over Kurt’s.
“Just beat it, Anderson,” Kurt huffed, a tiny thrill going through him as Blaine’s lips parted slightly at the feel of Kurt’s hot breath against his.
“Oh, I intend to, soon enough. I can’t wait to have that cock of yours sliding down my throat, fucking it raw. I bet you taste as good as you smell.” Blaine closed his eyes, breathing deeply through his nostrils and licked his lips as he took all of Kurt in. His tongue darted out further as he guided it along Kurt’s bottom lip and then the top, pulling back and opening his eyes.
“If your cock tastes anywhere near as good as your lips do, then I’m in for a treat.” Blaine cupped Kurt through his tight jeans and Kurt gasped, eyes growing wide at the sensation. “I’ll have to finish this later,” and then Blaine was turning around and walking out of the locker room, no longer close enough for Kurt to feel, no longer touching him or invading his senses. But Blaine was still there, still everywhere. Kurt could still smell him and feel his tongue licking his lips and hand rough on his strained cock in his pants. He could still feel it, and goddammit Anderson had some sort of weird effect on him.
“See ya around, Hummel!” Blaine called over his shoulder. Soon, he was out of sight, but certainly not out of mind as Kurt was left alone, confused, flustered and horny as hell.