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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel, Finn_Hudson
  Additional Tags:
      Cockblocking
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-06-08 Words: 5643
****** If cockblocking were an Olympic sport, you’d win a gold medal ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Five times Blaine Anderson was cockblocked and the one time he was
     inadvertently a cockblocker. Originally written for beyond_dapper's
     Blaine Exchange. Originally posted on May 30th, 2011.
1.
Blaine really, really likes kissing. Blaine really, really likes kissing Kurt,
which is no longer a novelty but is still something that he enjoys greatly.
Much to his chagrin, he isn’t able to really kiss Kurt any more unless they
work their schedules to allow for it. Date nights at Breadstix are all well and
good but restaurant booths just aren’t that great to make out in.
He’s pretty sure they’d be kicked out anyway.
There’s the option of making out in their cars, but that’s only sexy in the
movies. After being kneed in the balls once, Kurt made the executive decision
to relegate make outs to places that have ample room to move. Such as their own
homes.
This comes with its own problems, of course. There was no way Blaine's going to
try to get to second base with his father judging them from the other room. His
dad wouldn’t say anything outright, but that's the point, isn’t it? Let Blaine
imagine the disappointed lecture. It’s much more effective.
Kurt’s family isn’t much better. While each family member has a set schedule
for work and school, they never seem to actually come and go when they say they
will. Carole might go shopping, Finn tends to visit Puck or Rachel after
school, and Mr. Hummel often stays late at the garage. More often than not,
Kurt and Blaine spend more time talking about how long they have to make out
than actually making out.
Which is why, when Kurt announces that his father and step-mother are going out
for a night on the town with the promise that Finn will be gone as well, Blaine
does a bit of a dance in his seat.
They start the night off innocently enough. The trip to Nationals has drained
Kurt’s wallet dry so they choose to stay in and make pasta together. It’s very
cute and domestic and probably the best date they’ve had yet. After they’ve
finished eating, however, there’s no doubt as to what their plans are for the
night. Kurt pushes him onto the couch and not-so-innocently crawls between
Blaine’s legs. Kurt’s lips meet his own and everything else slips away.
Blaine really likes kissing, but he’d really like to try something new. He
thinks that getting his hand up his boyfriend’s shirt is a good start.
Which is why it sucks when Finn walks into the house, kicking mud off of his
shoes and shouting to see if Kurt’s home.
It isn’t possible for Kurt to disentangle himself from Blaine by the time
Finn’s in the room, so the atmosphere in the room quickly becomes awkward as
Kurt sits up. Blaine then learns that there’s no way to nonchalantly cover a
boner with a throw pillow, no matter how casual you try to make it.
“Am I interrupting something?” Finn asks, gaze sliding to an opposite wall.
Blaine can’t exactly blame him. He suspects that it must be like that time
Blaine walked in on Wes and his girlfriend at a council-sanctioned Warbler
party. He couldn’t look Wes in the eye for a week afterward.
“You are,” Kurt replies, voice rough but otherwise aloof. “It would be nice if
you’d leave and let us get back to where we were.”
“No way, dude. If I can’t have a girl in my room, you can’t do whatever with
Blaine on the couch.”
“It’s different, Finn. I can’t get Blaine pregnant.”
Blaine’s face reddens at that and he kind of wishes he could melt into the
couch. He’s out and proud, but he’d rather not discuss the gritty details with
someone like Kurt’s very heterosexual, heteronormative step-brother.
Thankfully, it seems as though Finn has the same thought because he backs up
out of the room with his hands raised in defense.
Once they hear the door to his room slam shut, Kurt turns back to Blaine and
says, “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in trying that again?”
Blaine smiles apologetically. “I think he effectively ruined the mood.”
“That’s what I thought.” Kurt sighs and settles against him so that they can
spend the rest of the night cuddling.
2.
Blaine doesn’t see Kurt until a week later. With final exams looming on the
horizon, both of them are too busy studying to meet up for coffee. Kurt has
half a year's worth of McKinley curriculum to make up for, and while Dalton
excels in its education, it still isn’t enough to prepare Kurt for the subjects
he missed out on while he was away.
Instead, they meet up at Breadstix on their last day of exams. It’s meant to be
just the two of them, a quiet dinner where they catch each other up on the
things they’ve missed and make plans for the foreseeable summer. Strangely
enough, Blaine’s most excited to just hold Kurt’s hand, a simple gesture that
Blaine misses terribly when Kurt isn’t nearby. Blaine had become accustomed to
all of the physical affection that Kurt was willing to give and while pats on
the back from the Warblers are nice, there’s nothing quite like the feel of his
boyfriend’s hand held in his.
Naturally, their plans don’t turn out how they want. When Blaine arrives at
Breadstix, he finds Kurt, not at their usual booth, but at a long table on the
far side of the room. He’s surrounded by what seems like the whole of New
Directions, smack dab in the middle of Finn and Mercedes with Brittany across
from him, leaving only the seat diagonal to Kurt open for Blaine to sit.
The whole group choruses a greeting as Blaine approaches them. They’re all
smiles and giddiness, most of them half way through appetizers and munching on
breadsticks. Blaine turns up the wattage on his smile and says, “Wow, guys, I
didn’t know you guys would be here tonight.”
Kurt throws him a pained, apologetic look. Blaine doesn’t need eyes to know
that this outrageous group date was not Kurt’s idea. He turns to Finn and asks,
“Hey, can you sit next to Sam so Blaine can sit there?”
Finn looks more than a little offended, which worries Blaine. Kurt’s step-
brother has been pretty cool with them thus far in their fledgling
relationship, but maybe he draws a line at public displays of their courtship.
After all, Finn hadn’t been there at prom when they’d slow danced and twirled
each other and held each other close. Kurt’s explained that Finn’s not always
been so supportive, but Blaine had assumed that all of that changed once they
began living together as brothers.
Thankfully, Finn’s indignation isn’t directed at their relationship but at Kurt
himself. “Dude, can’t I sit next to my brother for once? We’re, like, never
going to see each other this summer as it is with football camp and you
spending all of your time with Blaine.”
Blaine knows that’s bullshit and so does Kurt. “Finn, please move. I haven’t
seen Blaine in a week and I’d like to spend time with him.”
“Uh, he’ll be like five feet from you. Do you really need to be all up in his
personal space all the time?” Finn glares suspiciously down at Kurt. “You
weren’t planning to do some kinky public sex stuff, were you? That’s gross!”
Kurt makes a sound of rage and Blaine can only stare in shock. What the hell is
going on with Finn? Blaine figures he could let the two brothers duke it out,
but their table is beginning to get stares from other patrons, and there’s a
server talking to one of the managers, and it’s bad enough that the entire
table is already privy to the fight. Instead, he sits down in the only
available seat and proceeds to allow Brittany to maul him with hugs.
Blaine tugs at the cuffs of his sleeves and slips himself into the dapper
persona that infuriates Kurt so much. “Don’t worry about it, Finn. Go ahead and
do your brotherly bonding time. I know how important it is for you two since
this aspect of your friendship is so new. I’d like to catch up with Brittany
about Lord Tubbington, anyway.”
Brittany squeals in his ear and begins babbling about her newest Youtube show
that he should guest star in. Blaine doesn’t pay much attention. He’s more
interested in the grateful smile Kurt sends him and the way he waves his phone
to signal Blaine to check his own. Sure enough, there’s a new message from
Kurt, a simple heart emoticon that makes Blaine’s heart tighten pleasantly. He
sends one back and turns his attention back to Brittany.
3.
The rest of June is, unfortunately, filled with very little alone time for Kurt
and Blaine. They seem to be constantly pulled in different directions by their
friends, both Warbler and New Direction alike. Blaine doesn’t mind so much,
despite the lack of quality make out time he gets with Kurt. Kurt’s friends
adore Blaine and the Warblers are more than grateful to include a former member
in their summer shenanigans.
The only drawback to spending so much time with their friends is that, just as
Blaine suspected, Finn is there constantly. Even when they're hanging out at
Jeff or Trent’s house, Kurt is inundated with texts from Finn about
inconsequential things. Where’s the Bundt pan? and Have you seen my Wiimote?
flood Kurt’s inbox and if he doesn’t reply right away, Finn calls in a panic,
citing his worry that Kurt had gotten into some sort of trouble. By the time
Kurt hangs up the phone, he’s tensed and worked up and Blaine wants so badly to
kiss the irritation away. He settles for cuddling instead and lets Kurt have
his turn beating Jeff at whatever game they’re playing.
When they are with New Directions, and therefore in Finn’s immediate vicinity,
it’s one hundred times worse. Finn constantly engages Blaine in conversation
about sports or movies or music and never lets him sit quietly with Kurt, which
is what he wants to do the most. When they do get a chance to sit together or
hold hands, Finn grimaces and tells them to, “Leave room for the Holy Spirit,
dudes.”
More than once, Kurt snaps back that they’re both atheist and therefore don’t
need to make room for any imaginary friend. One time, when Finn has been
especially antagonistic, Blaine finds himself pulled into Kurt’s lap for a
searing kiss that makes those in the room to call out variations of ’Get it,
Kurt!’ and ’Mike, get my camera!’. Finn pulls Blaine off of Kurt by his collar
and threatens to throw Blaine out of the house.
Rachel, thankfully, manages to drag Finn away before Kurt can blow up at him.
The mood of the evening is permanently tarnished, so they merely sit on the
couch together, shoulders and knees pressed together and ready to jump apart
lest Finn return to yell at them for being inappropriate again.
Kurt ends up calling Blaine on Skype later that night after their families have
gone to bed. Blaine can feel his smile stretch as Kurt paces around his room
getting ready for bed. Having a boyfriend is awesome, especially one that
trusts him so wholly to let him see the times when he doesn’t look “perfect,”
though Blaine would argue against that. Kurt with messy, freshly showered hair
and a thin, white t-shirt is pretty damn close to perfect for Blaine.
“I don’t know what’s up with Finn,” Kurt says as he combs his hair, using his
iSight as a mirror. Blaine could watch Kurt pamper himself for hours and not
bore, which is a pretty big sign as to how smitten he really is.
“Can straight allies regress? Is that even possible?” Blaine had brought up the
theory once before, citing Finn’s previous homophobic remarks.
“I suppose it’d be like a gay man going back into the closet,” Kurt muses.
Blaine sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “I know Finn is your
brother and all, but what he’s doing isn’t okay. We should be allowed to show
our affection for each other just as much as Tina and Mike.”
“I completely agree,” Kurt says, clapping his hands together softly. “I’ll talk
to him about it tomorrow. First, though, I’d like to talk about us.”
Blaine’s ears perk at Kurt’s tone, something pitched just a tad too high to be
casual. It’s paired with a smirk that would make Blaine weak in the knees if he
were standing, a smirk that comes just before invitations to make out in the
back seat of cars or on couches or in beds if they’re lucky. “I’m listening.”
“As you know, we’ve been dating for three months now and everything is really,
really good-“
Blaine doesn’t hide his grin and says, “But?”
Kurt leans in closer to the camera built into his laptop and lowers his voice
so that he won’t be overheard. His face is flushed and there’s a hint of
hesitation in the tense quirk of his lips. “I think that we should take the
physical aspect of our relationship a little further.”
“I completely agree,” Blaine tells him immediately because he’s been waiting
for Kurt to bring it up for forever. He hadn’t want to be the one to bring it
up in case Kurt felt pressured, so for Kurt to open up this line of discussion
is almost a relief. “What were you thinking?”
“Not sex,” Kurt says. “Not-not all the way. I mean I want to, maybe, but….”
“We are so not ready for that,” Blaine supplies when Kurt hesitates. Kurt
visibly sags with relief and Blaine wishes he could reach through the computer
screen and cup his boyfriend’s jaw, kiss him sweetly for being so adorable.
“There’s still a lot we can do, though,” Kurt says slowly as if he’s trying to
restrain his excitement.
Blaine nods in agreement. “Yeah, tons of things. And we don’t have to do them
all at once.”
There’s a stretch of silence between them where they just watch each other and
Blaine can see a thousand emotions flicker through Kurt’s eyes. Excitement,
nervousness, lust. Blaine swallows thickly as he lets his brain wrap around the
knowledge that, sometime soon, he’ll be getting off with his boyfriend. Would
it count as losing his virginity? What even counts for virginity in the modern
era, where porn is easily accessible and not every gay boy is interested in
ever having anal?
He supposes that those are questions for another day, a time where Kurt isn’t
staring at him hungrily, looking like a wolf as he licks his lips. Blaine
nearly groans at the sight, especially when Kurt’s arm moves out of view and he
shifts where he’s sitting.
“Did you maybe want to start now?” Blaine asks, the words tumbling out quick
and breathy as if he can’t really believe that this is his life.
Kurt’s reply is a deeply moaned, “Yes,” eyes slipping shut as his arm moves
slightly and fuck, Blaine can’t believe that he’s watching his boyfriend touch
himself. Well, he can’t see him directly but he can see the effect it has on
Kurt and that’s almost just as good.
Blaine mirrors the movement, cupping his cock through his briefs and squeezing
as it hardens. His head spins because all of the blood is rushing to his cock
like a bullet train and Blaine thinks he that he must be in heaven when Kurt
lets out a short moan of pleasure.
“I want to see you,” Blaine whispers, trying to keep himself from moaning too
loud. “Please.”
Kurt’s eyes go wide and he nods, hissing out a needy, “Yes, you too.”
Already lying comfortably in his bed, Blaine only needs to remove his
wifebeater and boxers. On the computer screen, Kurt shifts from foot to foot as
he plays with the hem of his shirt. Blaine knows Kurt’s nervous, because even
on the hottest days Kurt does his best to cover his skin modestly. As a result,
any bit of skin showing makes Blaine stare in lust.
To combat Kurt’s nerves, Blaine strips first. He throws his tank onto the end
of the bed and leans back to remove his boxers. Once he’s fully exposed, Blaine
rises up onto his knees and tilts the laptop’s screen so that Kurt can get a
good look at him.
“Oh my god,” Kurt says shakily once he gets a good look at Blaine – a good look
at all of him.
Blaine wraps his fingers around his cock and pulls like the god damned tease he
is. It feels fucking amazing, like he’s much more sensitive than normal. He’s
pretty sure it’s because his boyfriend is watching him and because he’s
watching Kurt squeeze his own erection through his briefs and oh, that’s nice.
Blaine can see the outline of Kurt’s cock, the thickness where it pulls the
fabric, and Blaine’s never wanted to taste something so badly in his life.
“Kurt, please,” Blaine whines. He doesn’t care if he’s begging now; Kurt could
get him on his knees licking his Doctor Martins if it meant he got to kiss the
salty skin of Kurt’s cock.
Kurt grins at him and turns his back to the camera. Blaine watches desperately
as Kurt slowly slides his t-shirt up over his body, revealing the pale expanse
of his back inch by agonizing inch. The muscles in Kurt’s back twitch and twist
as he moves; his spine curves and curls and Blaine’s never been more reminded
of a cat in that moment.
Though their initial sexy lessons had been a failure, it seems now that Kurt
received supplemental lessons from somewhere. He turns back to Blaine and
trails long fingers down his torso, over peaked nipples and a flushed chest.
Kurt pulls at his briefs teasingly, showing Blaine a thick patch of light brown
hair at the base of his cock, and god Blaine never will be rid of the mental
image of Kurt strip teasing.
He’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to.
Just when Blaine begins to open his mouth to beg Kurt to stop teasing, to show
him his cock and tell him all of the things he wants to do with it, there’s a
muffled knock. Kurt startles and shouts out, “Who’s there?”
Blaine knows before Kurt receives an answer that it’s Finn because Finn is a no
good, god forsaken cockblock and Blaine is never going to get laid.
4.
By mutual agreement, Blaine and Kurt decide not try again until they can be
away from Kurt’s house. Though Kurt assures Blaine that he’s had a nice, long
talk about privacy, they figure that it’s for the best that they just wait
until they have the time and space to explore each other’s bodies for the first
time. It makes it much more romantic that way, Kurt assures him.
This is why, when Blaine’s parents announce a trip to visit his grandparents up
in Akron for a long weekend, Blaine feigns a stomach bug and tells them to go
on without him. His mother fusses over him, making sure there’s enough food and
medicine to last him for a while, but all Blaine can think of while she’s
listing emergency numbers for him to call while they’re gone is how awesome
it’ll be when he finally gets his lips around Kurt’s cock.
They have the perfect set-up. Kurt tells his dad that he’s staying over at
Tina’s house with Tina and Mike corroborating his whereabouts if asked, and
Blaine makes a Facebook announcement declaring his illness and telling everyone
to stay away for a good forty-eight hours in case it’s contagious. Kurt even
coddles him in Facebook comments to make it seem more plausible.
An hour after Blaine’s parents leave, Kurt arrives with an overnight bag and
bright, excited eyes. They spend the afternoon outside in Blaine’s pool. They
don’t do much but wade in the water, kissing and holding on to each other like
they have all of the time in the world. When Blaine’s parent’s call from Akron,
they pull themselves out of the pool and Blaine makes them a light dinner and
Kurt cuts up fruit for dessert and it is charmingly domestic.
The sexual tension is thick throughout dinner, though, and instead of serving
his fruit salad, Kurt pops it into the fridge and pulls Blaine out of the
kitchen. “I’m done with waiting,” he says as they rush up the stairs.
Blaine agrees and pulls Kurt in close for a molten kiss that leaves them both
panting and weak in the knees. Kurt laughs as they catch their breaths and
says, “As much as I’d hate to stop now, I think we should do this on a bed.”
They rush down the hall to Blaine’s room, shedding their t-shirts as they trip
over each other in their rush to get onto Blaine’s bed. Kurt straddles him
first, leaning over to lick over Blaine’s sun kissed collar. The biting heat of
Kurt’s tongue on his raw skin makes him squirm, a movement that causes Blaine’s
cock to rub against the swell of Kurt’s ass. He bucks his hips, hoping for more
pressure on his cock, but Kurt stills him with a firm grip.
“Well aren’t we just a little bit desperate?” Kurt asks, voice dipped so low
that the sound bypasses Blaine’s brain and goes straight to his cock. Despite
the hold Kurt has on his hips, Blaine tries to free himself. Kurt doesn’t seem
like he’s going to budge with brute strength, however, so Blaine uses dirty
tactics and instead reaches forward to palm Kurt through his swim trunks.
“Oh!” Kurt cries out, curling inward and pressing his forehead against Blaine’s
neck. He lets go of Blaine’s hips to steady himself as he pushes into the palm
that’s holding him. “Don’t stop, Blaine. Please don’t stop.”
Blaine would normally do as he’s told, but he has a better idea. He flips their
positions so that Kurt is beneath him with his legs wrapped around Blaine’s
waist. This way, he’s is able to jerk his hips against Kurt’s, rutting their
bodies together sinfully.
“More, I need more,” Kurt demands in his ear.
Blaine pulls back and they struggle out of the last of their clothing, growling
in frustration when their legs get tangled in fabric. When Kurt’s stretched
out, naked beneath him, Blaine drinks him in like a man who’s found an oasis in
the desert.
Kurt is perfect, a swath of smooth skin dusted lightly with blonde hair. His
hard cock is flushed and glistening against his taught stomach. He looks at
Blaine without hesitation or shame, just endless trust that Blaine will accept
him as he is. Blaine just wants to swallow him whole.
Instead of returning to his early position over Kurt, Blaine crawls down his
body, sucking short kisses into the skin so that the once unmarred canvas is
littered with pink marks. They won’t last, Blaine makes sure of it, but he does
entertain the idea of sucking a bruise into Kurt’s hip. That’s something they
can talk about later; for now, Blaine really wants to get his mouth on Kurt’s
cock.
He starts by holding it in his hand, mentally listing the ways it’s so
different than his own; the length and color, it’s slight curve upward. He
grips it firmly just the way he likes it and begins to stroke it, watching
Kurt’s face for any sign of discomfort.
“I want to suck your cock,” Blaine whispers, pressing his nose into the thick
hair at the base of Kurt’s cock. Kurt smells like pool chemicals and sunscreen
but beneath that there’s the heady scent of sex and sweat, like the most
unobtrusive cologne that bewitches the senses. Blaine never wants to smell
another scent.
Kurt’s fingers push through Blaine’s curls suddenly and he looks up. Kurt’s
eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with lust, and he nods as if he’s lost his
ability to form words. Blaine wonders what he looks like, sprawled out before
Kurt like a slave wanting to please his master.
Blaine kisses the thin skin of Kurt’s inner thigh, close enough to Kurt’s cock
to tease when it rubs against his cheek. He asks, “Please?” and knows the
answer before it tumbles out of Kurt’s mouth.
“Yes,” Kurt croaks. He swallows thickly and repeats: “God, yes.”
Tongue out and mouth open wide, Blaine leans over Kurt’s cock, ready to take as
much as he can, taste the salt and feel the weight of Kurt in his mouth. He can
already feel a phantom fullness in anticipation and his mouth waters with need.
He breathes over Kurt’s cock, teasing the sensitive crown with hot air. Kurt
squirms beneath him and then-
The doorbell rings.
Kurt groans and covers his face with his hand. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Blaine whines pathetically when Kurt rolls away, looking for his shorts. “No,
don’t go. Just ignore the door; they’ll go away.”
The bell is rung more insistently and a heavy fist pounds on the door. A
familiar voice echoes up to Blaine’s room. “Kurt? I know you’re here!”
“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me,” Kurt hisses as he pulls his t-shirt
back on. Blaine follows his lead, haphazardly pulling his clothes on and
willing his hard-on down, wondering if anyone would care if Finn suddenly went
missing.
Finn is all smiles when they open the front door, looming over them and holding
Kurt’s phone in his hand. “You left this at home, dude. Burt was worried so I
brought it over to Tina’s but you weren’t there. She said you were bringing
some medicine to Blaine so I came over here.”
“You couldn’t have just left it at Tina’s?” Kurt asks nearly shaking with rage
as he glares up at his step-brother.
“She and Mike were, uh, pretty busy when I was there. Thought I might as well
do something while they finished.” Finn looks over to Blaine for the first time
and seems to ignore his open hostility. “You look terrible, dude. You should go
back to bed.”
“I was in bed,” Blaine growls. Kurt elbows him lightly in the side and Blaine
closes his mouth. “You should probably go. My mom thinks I may be contagious.”
Finn looks at Kurt thoughtfully. “Maybe you shouldn’t be here either. No
offence dude, you’re kind of a bitch when you’re sick.”
“Thanks,” Kurt snaps. “I’ll leave in a few minutes. If you’re going back to
Tina’s, tell her I’ll be there soon.”
“Oh, dude can you give me a ride? I walked here.” Finn points his thumb over
his shoulder to indicate the empty driveway. “Thought it’d be a good idea to
get in shape before football camp starts up, but I’m, like, exhausted.”
“Tina lives like two blocks away!”
Finn pouts. “They’re really long blocks, though. Come on, don’t make me walk
all the way back! It’s getting dark and I’m tired. What if I get mugged?”
“In Lima?” Blaine asks incredulously.
Kurt sighs and gives Finn his keys. He and Blaine share an apologetic look,
knowing that the evening has been ruined. Finn won’t let Kurt out of his sight
for the rest of the night and their lies have backfired on them. They’ll have
to try another time, when there’s no chance in hell Finn can cockblock them.
5 + 1.
Blaine finally has Kurt in his mouth and it is awesome. It’s better than he
could have possibly imagined. The control and release that comes with
pleasuring his boyfriend with his mouth is addicting and Blaine feels pretty
powerful as Kurt’s legs twitch around his shoulders.
It’s a stroke of luck that they’re finally able to do this, explore each other
and orgasm together and all of those clichés that Blaine just cannot care about
at this juncture. Blaine just happened to be watching a movie with Kurt when
Finn is called on an errand. With Burt and Carole at work, it meant that for
the first time in a long time, he and Kurt are alone.
Kurt’s heavy on his tongue and he’s finding it hard to remember to breathe as
he bobs his head experimentally. It’s weird, feeling the slick slide of Kurt’s
cock over his lips, hot like a brand against his skin, making his brain boil
and melt. He never expected to be so turned on by giving head because he
figured it was all about the physical pleasure rather than the knowledge that
he’s making Kurt writhe and moan beneath him. He can’t really complain, though,
not when he can taste the bitter salt of Kurt’s precum on his tongue.
He hates how easily tired his jaw gets, sore like he’s been gritting his teeth
too long. He wants to last longer, work Kurt thoroughly until he’s quivering.
As it is, Blaine isn’t sure if Kurt will last all that long either. His moans
are broken sobs and he’s clutching at Blaine’s shoulders, fingernails digging
crescents into Blaine’s skin.
Kurt whispers out a warning and Blaine backs off, letting the head of Kurt’s
cock rest on his tongue so that he can catch all of the cum. He knows that he
doesn’t have to, and he certainly isn’t expected to taste it, but Blaine’s an
all or nothing kind of guy and he figures that he might as well get the full
experience. When Kurt finally comes, Blaine’s glad for his choice, likes
knowing that here’s a way that Kurt can claim him as his own.
As Kurt’s coming down from his orgasm, Blaine crawls up to lay against Kurt and
watch him pant and shiver as his body slowly relaxes. Kurt looks at Blaine for
a moment before he kisses him, tongue teasing open Blaine’s lips so that he can
taste the remnants of cum in Blaine’s mouth.
The kiss is so hot that Blaine can’t help it when his hips grind against Kurt’s
leg. Kurt smiles against his lips and reaches down to cup Blaine through his
jeans. “Needy.”
“Yup,” Blaine agrees. He lets Kurt push him onto his back and unzip his fly.
“Good thing you’re a nice boyfriend who’s willing to help me when I need
something, because orgasm right now would be nice.”
“Pushy, too,” Kurt adds as he slips his hand into Blaine’s briefs. Blaine cants
his hips when Kurt fists his cock, trying to get moremoremore because he’s that
close after giving Kurt that blowjob. Kurt squeezes and twists his grip at the
same time, lets his thumb slide over the tip to gather the precum at the same
time.
Then, suddenly, there’s a bang on Kurt’s wall.
They both stop their movements and stare in the direction of the offending
sound. Blaine is the first to speak, asking, “Is that coming from Finn’s room?”
“I thought he wasn’t coming back for a few hours,” Kurt hisses. There’s more
banging coming from Finn’s room and Kurt rolls away to reach for his pants.
Blaine’s up in flash, zipping his jeans back up and readjusting himself in his
underwear. He’s sick and tired of Finn cockblocking them and it’s about time
he’s told Finn what he really thinks. Before Kurt can find his shirt, Blaine’s
opening the door and stomping down the hall to Finn’s room. He ignores Kurt’s
shouts to get back here, Blaine Anderson! and pounds on the door.
The sound of fumbling and whispered curses are muffled through the door and it
takes a moment for Finn to crack the door open. “What?” he hisses.
“You have got to stop, Finn,” Blaine says, doing his best to stare Finn down.
This is a feat in and of itself since Finn has half a foot on him. Still, Finn
seems uncomfortable with the way Blaine’s staring so he barrels on. “Stop
interrupting us when we’re alone. What we do with each other in private is none
of your business; we are of legal consenting age, we can have sex all day if we
want to! It isn’t within your right to protect Kurt’s virtue or whatever you
think you’re doing.”
“You’re right.”
The admission makes Blaine blink in confusion. He was expecting more of a fight
after the hell Finn had put them through for the past several weeks. “I am?”
“Yup,” Finn says. “Why don’t you go back and do whatever you were doing and
just, uh, ignore me.”
Then, a third voice coming from behind the door asks, “Finn? What’s going on?”
All of a sudden, the banging on the wall makes sense and Blaine turns tail as
fast as he can, closing Kurt’s door tight. Kurt’s lying on his bed, jeans tight
around his thighs as he tries to yank them up. “Have a nice chat?” he asks
dryly.
“Rachel’s in there,” Blaine says absently.
“Good.” Kurt rolls his eyes and arches his back as he tugs his jeans up. “Now
maybe he’ll stop cockblocking us out of jealousy.”
“That is why he’s been so weird for the past month?” Blaine walks over to where
Kurt is on the bed and covers his hands with his own, tugging the pants down
instead of helping him put them on. “Your step-brother is emotionally stunted,
you know that?”
“Yes, and I remind him of this fact constantly,” Kurt says. Taking Blaine’s
hint, he sits up and helps Blaine out of his jeans, fingers lingering over his
half-hard cock. “Since I doubt we’ll be interrupted again, I think it’s about
time I returned the favor, don’t you?”
Blaine grins and leans down to kiss him. “Why don’t we lock the door and put on
some music? Just in case.”
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