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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-16 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 2914
****** Lessons in Patience ******
by dizzy
Summary
     Blaine wants to inch their relationship forward.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter by dizzy, parumvertiginem
Blaine isn’t sure how much longer he can take this.
The last thing he wants to do is push Kurt into a place that Kurt isn’t
comfortable with. The last thing he wants is to damage Kurt - to cause him any
more pain than he’s already been handed. There’s something about Kurt that
makes Blaine react in a way he never has. He feels possessive, protective,
responsible…
And right now, it’s really pissing him off.
Because right now, Blaine is a teenager with a raging case of blue balls and a
hard on he can’t do anything about. Kurt is just laying there all innocent,
sweet and pale and untouchable, curled in on himself with a little smile on his
face that shows just how into this romcom they’re watching he really is, and
all Blaine can do is try not to think about getting off.
About Kurt’s hands. Or his mouth. Fuck - he think he’d come if Kurt just kissed
him right now, and how ridiculous is that? How insane is that? How… hot… is
that.
He lets out a noise that he doesn’t even mean to. His mouth clamps shut like he
can somehow pretend it never happened, but Kurt looks up anyway. “Sweetie?”
That voice just tugs at Blaine’s gut and he shifts a little, body betraying him
again. “Nothing,” Blaine says, voice catching at first. “Nothing.”
He gives Kurt a smile that he hopes is convincing.
Kurt isn’t convinced. He sits up and scoots closer to Blaine. “What’s wrong?”
When Kurt gets worried, his eyes do this thing - they get wide and his forehead
sort of scrunches and his mouth looks a little bit like it’s pouting and Blaine
really does not need to be staring at Kurt’s lips right now. “Nothing’s wrong,
I promise.”
Kurt puts a hand on Blaine’s arm.
Blaine’s dick appreciates the touch, jerking against his jeans. At least he’s
wearing jeans right now, and nothing tight - well, okay, tight is relative when
it comes to his wardrobe but still, it could be worse. He resists the urge to
pull a pillow over his lap anyway.
“Blaine, you have to tell me what’s wrong. I know our relationship has a rock
solid base but nothing is unshakeable and if I’ve done something wrong then you
have to tell me, you just have to, because I can’t-”
“I’m horny.” Blaine blurts it out and oh god can he die now? Can he just die
right now because that would be really nice.
Of course, Kurt’s eyes drop down to his lap, and then because he has to,
Blaine’s eyes do, too.
Yeah, the jeans weren’t really hiding that much.
“Oh.” It’s faint, a whisper in a high pitched tone, and Blaine realizes then
that Kurt’s thumb is stroking up and down over his arm. The motion sort of
drives him insane and he tugs his arm away. Kurt doesn’t seem to notice. He’s
still staring at the bulge in Blaine’s jeans like it’s the most fascinating
thing in the world. “Well. That’s… uh…”
“Sorry, I can just go…” Blaine starts and stops, helpless, realizing how
strange his gesture toward the bathroom might be. This definitely ranks as one
of the most embarrassing moments of his life.
Kurt is still staring. Blaine looks again, not sure what’s so fascinating about
it.
“You’d do that? In there?” Kurt finally meets his eyes. “Don’t. I mean - I
want… can I touch it? Just- like-”
And then he does, without even waiting for an answer. He reaches down and
curves his hand over Blaine and the reaction is electric. Blaine sucks in a
breath and every muscle in his body goes tight. It feels good - so fucking
good. “Oh, god,” he groans.
“I’ve just never…”
“I know,” Blaine says, because he does know Kurt’s never - never done anything,
and that’s exactly why this is so bad.
“But you have?” Kurt glances up at Blaine again. “Done this? I mean, had this
done?”
Blaine struggles to even remember what they are talking about. “What? No. No
one’s ever…”
Kurt nods, looking a little relieved. Blaine’s told him that before - he’s made
out with guys, but never below the belt - but he never minds repeating things
that Kurt might need to hear more than once. “It’s strange. To touch. Just….
feels like… I don’t know. You’re warm, though. I can feel how warm you are even
through the denim.”
Kurt’s voice is going hoarse and it’s… hot. Really hot. “Kurt, you don’t have
to-”
“Of course I don’t. But I want to.” His fingers start to explore more - tracing
the shape of Blaine. “How long have you been… like this?”
Blaine isn’t put off by the delicate wording. Somehow, he’d expected it from
Kurt. “Since, uh. Glee practice. When you did that thing… that dance move where
you… bent. Your shirt came up a little and I could see your stomach and it was
just… hot.”
Kurt is looking at him with faint disbelief now. “I know we’re dating and swept
up in epic teenage romance, and I know you love me because I just - I look at
you, and I can feel it, and I wouldn’t ever doubt it. But somehow the very
concept that… thinking of me turning you on… doesn’t seem to fit in with the
rest of the picture.”
“Well, now you have proof.” He laughs, hoarse with biting back the desire to do
more. Some part of his mind that isn’t overwhelmed with Kurt’s hand on his dick
does comprehend what Kurt is saying though. “I do. Maybe I’ve been too
reserved… I just didn’t want to seem like I was, I don’t know, pushing you…
but, God, Kurt… the things I think about you.”
He says it with enough heat that Kurt’s eyes back jerk up to meet his. He’s
blushing now, delicious and pink-cheeked, mouth slightly agape. His fingers
squeeze over the shape of Blaine and Blaine groans. “Can I m-make you… come?”
“Kurt, I’m pretty sure you could just keep touching me like that and it would
happen sooner or later, but if you want to… god, yes.”
Kurt’s fingers undo the top button and he presses the zipper down with just his
thumb. He leaves it like that, but lets his thumb stroke back up, over where
the zipper had been… except now the metal teeth are parted and he’s rubbing
against Blaine, through the boxer briefs Blaine is wearing. Kurt breathes in
hard and lets his hand brush the triangles of denim apart, and they’re both
looking down when he makes out the shape of Blaine’s cock, finding the spot
damp with precome where the tip is pressed against and circling it with a light
touch. Blaine’s balls throb and he has to struggle not to lose it.
Kurt seems to lose his confidence and he looks up at Blaine. “Can I-”
“Whatever you want,” Blaine says, and he says it so urgently that Kurt actually
laughs.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Always.” Blaine licks his lips and then Kurts’ mouth is on his and the kiss
gives him courage to slide his hand in and, oh, fuck, Blaine knew it was coming
but he didn’t know it would feel like this. Kurt isn’t even touching him
directly - he’s still groping through the underwear but it’s so much more
intense without jeans in the way. Blaine whimpers helplessly as Kurt tugs him
so that his cock is a straight line straining the cloth and then Kurt is
stroking back and forth a little and Blaine’s hips buck into the grasp. Kurt
laughs like he’s exhilirated by it and rubs his thumb just under the ridge and
Blaine loses it just like that, no encouragement needed - his head drops to
Kurt’s neck and his mouth is open there, somewhere between a cry and a kiss, as
his cock pulses wetly against his underwear. He’s trying not to be too loud but
it feels so good, and everything smells like Kurt, and Blaine wants to live in
this moment forever… or at least visit it again. A lot. Daily, if he can. Maybe
hourly. He feels loopy with the intensity of the orgasm.
He hears Kurt whining, “Christ, Blaine,” and Kurt doesn’t let go of him - keeps
his hand pressed to Blaine even though the heat and humidity against his crotch
has multiplied tenfold since Blaine came.
It feels like minutes before Blaine can breathe again. Kurt removes his hand
slowly and as Blaine coasts down he realizes with what should be utter
embarrassment that he just creamed his pants.
But he can’t be embarrassed when Kurt looks so awestruck. Blaine would suffer
anything to keep Kurt looking like that, and it gives him the courage to say.
“That was… the hottest experience of my life. Please pretend that it lasted
about three times longer than it actually did, though.”
It takes Kurt a few seconds to get it, but then he laughs. “I’ll just take it
as a compliment that I could reduce you to that in such a short amount of time.
Though if you’ve really been… like that… since glee, then I think you earned
it.”
Kurt still sounds breathless and his face is still flushed and Blaine realized
exactly how unbalanced this is.
“What about you…” Blaine pointedly doesn’t look down, not wanting to embarrass
Kurt. “I could do the same for you.”
Kurt hesitates. “I think… not yet. But I just… I really liked doing that. To
you.”
Blaine leans in and kisses him again, tongue stroking over Kurt’s bottom lip
before he pulls away. “You drive me crazy, Kurt Hummel. You are insanely
gorgeous and I want you, in every way possible.”
Kurt lets out a throaty noise that Blaine has definitely never heard before and
definitely wants to hear again. “Soon. I just need to process my world view
shifting a little.”
Blaine grins… and then grimaces. “Okay, this is going to get, uh, kind of…
gross. I’m just gonna go clean up a little.”
Kurt just sits back, hands drawn into his lap in a way that Blaine thinks is
probably meant to hide his erection, entirely too prim for a guy that just got
his boyfriend off for the first time but still with that smile like he’s got an
amazing secret.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter by parumvertiginem
The next day in class, Blaine’s Calculus teacher leaves the room for a minute.
The entire class takes it as a cue to bring out their phones, and Blaine is no
exception.
He grins to himself and taps out a message to Kurt.
Your ass looks really hot in those blue pants. I just want to grab it.
He knows Kurt has study hall right now. He knows Kurt will get the message, and
he tries to imagine the look on his face… it Kurt would blush, if he’d he
pleased.
Blaine had plenty of time to think the night before. He and Kurt have only been
dating for a couple of months, but their relationship had been decidedly PG-
rated. Somehow in Blaine’s mind Kurt had slipped into a place that was almost
untouchable. Kisses were fine, and Blaine’s imagination didn’t hesitate to go
there but his hands stayed above the equator, each perfect layer of clothing in
place.
Maybe it’s because Blaine doesn’t really have much experience either, except
for his jerk off fantasies, but he’d thought maybe after Karofsky, Kurt just…
wouldn’t want to.
But Kurt is a teenage boy, too, and Kurt had definitely been hard. It makes
Blaine shiver in class and shift, trying to quell the arousal making him
harden. It doesn’t help when his phone buzzes though, caught between his hands
to dull the sound.
Why didn’t you?
Blaine’s eyes flit toward the door but the teacher isn’t back.
Maybe I will. After glee? They have glee at 3:15, just after their last class.
Make it 2:45. Get a sick pass.
Why Kurt, are you encouraging me to lie… what about my quality education.
Blaine’s grinning so hard he’s getting strange looks from his classmates.
He can just hear Kurt’s next reply, as if Kurt were saying it right to him.
I know you did the reading at Dalton already and I can tell Mrs. Jacobs I have
an advisor meeting. She never checks. Storage closet by teachers lounge.
Blaine’s teacher comes back at the worst possible moment, just as Blaine is
about to reply. He snaps his phone shut and tries his best not to think about
what Kurt could possibly want to get up to in a janitors closet.
Blaine slips into the janitors closet and finds Kurt already there, organizing
the paperclip boxes by size. He clears his throat, because Kurt doesn’t seem to
hear him.
Kurt jumps about a mile, spinning around. His hand flies to his mouth and he
laughs in shock when he sees Blaine. “You’re early.”
“No, I’m not.” Blaine grins, amused and nervous at the same time - but not
nearly as nervous as Kurt looks. Somehow it makes him feel better, more in
control… less like he’s making an idiot out of himself.
Kurt doesn’t make a move toward Blaine, so Blaine takes the first step.
Then the second.
“So,” he says, with about a foot of space between them. “You were kind of bold
earlier in that text message.”
Kurt’s laugh is high pitched. Blaine knows it as Kurt’s oh-god-what-do-I-say
laugh.
“Hey,” Blaine says, voice gentling. “It was hot.”
Kurt’s eyes brighten - that impossible blue.
“C’mere,” Blaine says. “Kiss me.”
Kurt steps forward obediently and their mouths meet, warm and wet and
searching. He doesn’t even notice Blaine’s hands creeping down until they cup
Kurt’s ass and then isqueezing/i.
Kurt jumps again and Blaine snickers into the kiss. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help
it.”
“You cad!” Kurt swats at Blaine’s arm, but he’s laughing, too. “I’m sorry. I
feel ridiculous.”
“Don’t. I meant it. It was hot. You are… so hot.” Blaine steps back, letting
his eyes sweep over Kurt, blatantly appreciative in a way he doesn’t usually
let show.
“You are the first person in my life that has ever made me feel that. Last
night-“
“If last night was the first time I’ve made you feel that, then I am definitely
failing at my job of boyfriend.”
Kurt’s fingers curl into the material of Blaine’s shirt and he reels him back
in for another kiss. Blaine lets Kurt control it and heat explodes in his gut
when Kurt turns and presses Blaine against the wall, sturdy supply shelf. The
edge of something digs into Blaine’s back but he wouldn’t dream of interrupting
this to complain, to move, to even breathe. Kurt’s tongue is inside Blaine’s
mouth and Kurt’s body is pressed against his, tall and lean and warm and
perfect, and even with two months of jerking off almost every day thinking
about Kurt doing things like this Blaine had vastly underestimated how much of
a turn on it would be. The feeling multiplies tenfold when Kurt’s hips jerk
forward and Blaine can feel the hardness pressing against hip. A groan catches
in his throat, muffled against Kurt’s mouth, and Blaine thrusts back. He’s on
uncharted ground here, following instinct, and instinct leads him to press a
thigh between Kurt’s legs. They move together, coordination fumbling and jerky,
but eking out insane amounts of pleasure from the rutting.
Until Kurt’s phone rings.
He pulls back, hand flying to his pocket to tug out his phone. “H-” He has to
stop and clear his throat. “Hello?”
Blaine barely registers a word Kurt is saying because he’s too busy staring at
the outline of Kurt’s cock. His mouth is watering just looking at it - the
first real look he’s seen at it, and the fact that Kurt is still wearing pants
doesn’t matter one bit with how tight they are.
He reaches out and palms it without thinking, because Kurt is still close
enough. Kurt lets out a strangle noise that sounds like he wants to say
Blaine’s name but cuts himself off just in time.
Blaine jerks his hand back, realizing that’s the sort of thing he might
consider too far. Kurt manages to get out an apology to Mercedes and ends the
call. “Christ, Blaine, you can’t just-“
Blaine’s stomach drops. “I’m so sorry, Kurt, I wasn’t thinking-“
Kurt seems to realize how his words are coming off. “No, I didn’t mean - you
ican/I do that, just not while I’m on the phone!”
“I can?” That seems to be the only part of the statement that reaches Blaine’s
ears. He grins and Kurt blushes harder. “Mercedes? Oh - shit. We’re late,
aren’t we?”
“Yep,” Kurt confirms, nodding. “She thought it was, uh… strange that we were
both late. She thought maybe some of the football guys were giving us trouble.”
“Oh, that’s good. I mean - that’s a good excuse.”
“Right, like she’s going to buy that after I almost had an orgasm over the
phone.” Kurt rolls his eyes. He leans back into Blaine like he just doesn’t
want to leave. Blaine doesn’t try anything else funny - they do need to get to
the music room, and in presentable form.
But before he steps away so they can both pull back he can’t resist adding,
“Orgasm over the phone? Maybe that’s what we should try later…”
Kurt groans in a way that sounds absolutely… tempted.
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