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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel, Rachel_Berry
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher-Student_Relationship, Age_Difference, Rimming
  Series:
      Part 1 of Teacher
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-09-16 Words: 5011
****** Temptation, Frustration ******
by controlofwhatido
Summary
     Prequel to 'Teacher, the Subject of Schoolboy Fantasy'. Can be read
     in either order.
Notes
     Again, for heyblaine because I couldn't resist, and everyone and
     their mother asked for wall sex. Many thanks to Lucie for all the
     hand holding it took to get me through this. My amazing betas: Jude,
     Luckie, and Kerry who all made this way more awesome than I could've
     by myself. Title is yet again from 'Don't Stand So Close to Me' by
     the Police. And shh, this is probably turning into a verse.
It starts off as a simple, harmless crush. Kurt knows he’s definitely not the
first student to think a teacher is attractive. He’s obviously not the only
student in his class that thinks Mr. Anderson is attractive, if the dreamy
sighs he hears on a daily basis from the girls are any indication. Mr. Anderson
is charming, has a great smile, amazing eyes, and a fantastic ass. Not that
Kurt spends that much time looking. But, really, it can’t be helped when Mr.
Anderson wears such well-fitting pants.
Kurt doesn’t know whether he’s lucky or if it’s some cruel joke that he has to
see Mr. Anderson every day for history, and then again for glee rehearsal. He
has a hard time not staring at him, and it’s getting a little pathetic. He even
notices that Mr. Anderson doesn’t have a ring on his finger – and that he never
seems to mention anyone special. It’s a shame, because a guy that hot should
definitely not be single.
Slowly he starts finding excuses to see more of Mr. Anderson. He doesn’t pack
up his stuff until the bell rings in history so he’s the last one out of the
classroom – which also gives him a chance to watch Mr. Anderson wipe off the
board. Most of the time he does it so fast that his ass bounces in his pants
and Kurt has to bite his lip so he doesn’t groan out loud. He also tries to be
the first one at rehearsal, even though sometimes Mr. Anderson isn’t on time.
Kurt definitely is the last one out, except on days when Rachel is being really
annoying and taking up all of Mr. Anderson’s attention.
He doesn’t know what he’s trying to accomplish, but he knows his crush is
starting to get out of hand when he begins thinking of ways to see Mr. Anderson
alone – seeing him in glee and history isn’t enough. Reasons that any student
or glee club member would need to see their teacher for, of course – Rachel
bugs Mr. Anderson all the time. Kurt doesn’t see the harm in it, at all.
The first time Kurt stops by Mr. Anderson’s office, nothing interesting
happens. Kurt takes his sheet music and leaves, because it seems like Mr.
Anderson is distracted – hardly able to focus on what Kurt is asking, and
almost tripping over his desk chair to get over to the filing cabinet. That
doesn’t stop Kurt from noticing the scent of Mr. Anderson’s cologne that fills
the air of his office, or the tight pull of his polo over his back when he
bends over to find the correct music in his filing cabinet. It’s these little
things about Mr. Anderson that make Kurt’s belly twist up tight when he allows
himself to think about him.
The second time Kurt stops by Mr. Anderson’s office, it’s a few weeks later and
he doesn’t really have much of an excuse. He’s pretty sure he’s going crazy,
because lately it seems like Mr. Anderson has been looking at him differently,
and finding little excuses to touch him in passing. Clearly his crush is
getting completely out of hand and he’s making it all up in his head.
When he closes the door behind him, it startles Mr. Anderson so much that he
drops his coffee mug on the floor.
“Oh, crap, I’m so sorry,” Kurt says, dropping his bag in one of the chairs and
bending right down in front of Mr. Anderson to pick up the mug before Mr.
Anderson has a chance to react. It didn’t break and the lid has kept any coffee
from spilling, so Kurt stands back up and sets it on Mr. Anderson’s desk.
“Thanks, Kurt,” Mr. Anderson says, clearing his throat. “I – can I help you?”
Kurt realizes just how close he’s standing to Mr. Anderson – so close he can
see just how bright his eyes are – and his heart starts thudding in his chest.
“I uh – I’m not exactly sure why I’m here,” he says, his voice trailing off in
a whisper. He tries to step back, tries to get out of Mr. Anderson’s space but
he can’t. Mr. Anderson doesn’t seem to be able to move, either.
“Kurt – “ Mr. Anderson  says, his eyes flicking down to Kurt’s mouth. “I – “
Oh. Ohmygod.
He’s dreaming. He’s definitely dreaming. He’s going to pinch himself in a
little bit, because he’s kissing Mr. Anderson and kissing Mr. Anderson has to
be the best dream he’s ever had. He tastes like coffee and his lips are so
smooth and someone is whimpering and then – nothing.  
“Fuck.”
Kurt stumbles back, blinks rapidly and brings his fingers to his mouth. “Mr.
Anderson, I – “
“Fuck,” Mr. Anderson says again, and grabs at his hair. He turns around and
scrubs his hands down his face. “Kurt, I’m so sorry – fuck – I’m so sorry. I
didn’t mean to do that.” He turns to face Kurt again and his eyes are wide with
fear. “I – jesus– I can’t ask you to not tell anyone – but – fuck!”
Kurt reaches out for Mr. Anderson’s arm, but Mr. Anderson pulls away like
Kurt’s touch will burn him. “Mr. Anderson, I won’t tell anyone.”
Mr. Anderson nods and looks down at the floor. “I don’t know what came over me,
I – “
“Can I say something?” Kurt asks softly, ducking his head down to try to look
into Mr. Anderson’s eyes.
Mr. Anderson takes a deep breath and nods again, still looking at the floor.  
Kurt takes a small step forward. “I’ve wanted to do that for weeks, Mr.
Anderson.”
“We can’t,” Mr. Anderson whispers. He steps back and shakes his head. “You’re
my student, I’m twice your age – it’s wrong – oh god. This can’t happen again.”
It’s clear Mr. Anderson is going to have a meltdown if Kurt doesn’t do
something. “Blaine,” Kurt says sharply, the name feeling weird and foreign on
his lips but it definitely serves its purpose because Mr. Anderson – Blaine –
snaps his head up, eyes wide.
Kurt can see the sudden change with Blaine as soon as he said his name –
Blaine’s gaze hardens and he shakes his head as he goes to sit down in his desk
chair. “I think it’s time for you to leave, Kurt.”
“Blaine, we should talk about this – “
Blaine holds his hand up. “It’s Mr. Anderson, Kurt. And there’s nothing to talk
about. If you didn’t need anything, I have something to take care of.”
Kurt grabs his bag from the chair  and sighs as he leaves Mr. Anderson’s
office. It’s not like he can force Mr. Anderson to talk – he wouldn’t even look
at him after they kissed. Kurt will just have to forget it happened. Or figure
out how to get Mr. Anderson to accept the feelings he obviously has for him. He
didn’t make that up in his head – Mr. Anderson kissed him. A kiss like that
definitely has to mean something, right?
Or maybe not – because suddenly Kurt endures days of being completely ignored
by Mr. Anderson. He won’t call on Kurt when Kurt raises his hand in class, he
won’t listen to Kurt’s suggestions in glee, nor will he even look at him. Even
Rachel notices.
“Is Mr. Anderson mad at you?”
Kurt slumps against his locker and looks down at Rachel. She’s biting on her
lip – she does that when she’s nervous – and twisting her hair between her
fingers. “I’m not sure. We – just had a disagreement. I don’t really want to
talk about it.”
“Well,” Rachel says, eyes lighting up. “I’m pretty close to him; he helps me
with my scales after glee. I could talk to him, if you’d like? It’s not fair
that he just outright ignores you like that.”
Shaking his head, Kurt closes his locker and hitches his bag higher up on his
shoulder. “No, but thank you. I’ll talk to him. It – it was my fault, anyway.
Don’t worry about it.”
Rachel squints her eyes and looks at him closely like she’s trying to figure
out if he’s telling the truth. She must be satisfied with what she finds
because she nods and rocks back on her heels. “Okay, if you say so. But if he
keeps ignoring you – especially in glee, because you had a fantastic idea for
Sectionals, I’m going to say something to him.”
Kurt sighs and looks down the hallway over Rachel’s shoulder. Mr. Anderson is
turning the corner and looks absolutely amazing, as usual. “I’ll talk to him
today after school, Rach.”
Rachel smiles. “ Okay, good luck. I’ll be at your house for dinner tonight
since we don’t have glee, see you there?”
“Yeah, tonight,” Kurt says, still looking down the hallway. He only has one
more class to sit through to work up the nerve to go to Blaine’s office. He can
do this – hell, no one pushes the Hummels around – especially not some guy who
thinks he can just kiss him and then ignore him forever.
Instead of his last class dragging like it usually does, the bell rings before
he knows it. He packs up his things and slowly makes his way out of the
classroom. The worst Mr. Anderson – Blaine- can do is tell him to go away,
ignore him. Kurt will just have to deal with the silent treatment until he
graduates and then he’ll never have to think about Mr. Anderson again. But Kurt
at least has to try to talk to Mr. Anderson – being ignored in history can go
unnoticed but glee is becoming fairly obvious.
The door to Mr. Anderson’s office is closed when Kurt enters the rehearsal
room. It’s almost enough to convince him to come back another day when he hears
a crash from within – and before he knows it, he’s knocking on the door, asking
to be let in.
“It’s open.”
He pushes the door open and sticks his head in. “Everything okay in here, Mr.
Anderson? I heard a crash.”
Mr. Anderson spins around and faces Kurt. “Kurt, I – oh, everything is fine.
Was there something you needed?”
Kurt takes a deep breath and nods, stepping completely inside the office and
closing the door behind him. “Actually, I was hoping I could talk to you.”
“Now, is…not the best time, Kurt,” Mr. Anderson says, fidgeting with something
behind his computer on his desk.
“I don’t think there will ever be a ‘best’ time, so I’m here now, Mr. And –
Blaine. We need to talk…about how you’ve been ignoring me since you kissed me.”
He folds his arms over his chest and leans back against the door. He’s not
going to let Mr. Anderson intimidate him or make him back down. They’re going
to talk about this.
Mr. Anderson works his jaw like he’s trying to say something, but nothing is
coming out. It takes him a moment, but he just sighs and rests his hands on his
hips. “I’m not sure what you want me to say here, Kurt. And it’s Mr. Anderson.”
Kurt notices that when he leans his head back and juts his hip out slightly,
Mr. Anderson’s eyes slowly make their way up his body. His heart starts beating
a little harder, because suddenly the office seems a lot smaller. “I just want
to know if you meant it,” he says softly. “You obviously had a reason for
kissing me – “
“You’re my student,” Mr. Anderson says, a pained sigh coming out as he takes a
step forward. “I’m twice your age. I can’t – there’s – I’m trying not to – “
“I don’t care about that,” Kurt says, shaking his head. “None of that matters
to me.”
Blaine seems to struggle with the next step and fists his hands at his sides.
“You’re just – we can’t – “
“Blaine-“ Kurt whispers when Blaine takes another step and is right in front of
him. He reaches out for Blaine, and then Blaine’s trembling hands are cupping
his face. “Wha-“
Blaine’s lips just barely brush against Kurt’s, and Kurt’s heart feels like it
jumps up in his throat. “Please tell me this is okay,” Blaine says, the words
ghosting across Kurt’s lips. “I can’t – you’re all I’ve been able to think
about and – I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself anymore, if you don’t
stop me.”
“I kissed you back,” Kurt says so quietly, his voice barely reaches his own
ears. “I’m not going to stop you.” He reaches for Blaine’s hips, settling his
hands there, and for a moment they both just stand still, breathing heavily.
“Fuck,” Blaine whimpers before leaning in the rest of the way and pressing his
lips against Kurt’s. His hands slide to the back of Kurt’s neck and pull his
head closer, their lips gliding together, smooth and easy.
This kiss is much better than their first one. There’s no question about
whether they both want it or not – and there’s nothing stopping them this time.
Kurt parts his lips slightly when Blaine licks across his bottom lip and he
lets Blaine’s tongue explore his mouth.
He slumps completely against the door when Blaine presses in closer to him. A
thrill races up his spine when Blaine pulls his bottom lip between his teeth
and lets it go with a slight pop before thrusting his tongue back into his
mouth. He lets his hands slowly move around to Blaine’s back, pulling his hips
closer and flush against him.
“Kurt,” Blaine groans, kissing down to Kurt’s jaw. “You – you have no idea.”
Kurt tilts his head to the side and swallows hard. “Pretty sure I do – I’ve
wanted you since the first day I saw you.”
A swipe of tongue across Kurt’s neck, and Blaine drops his hand to Kurt’s tie.
“It’s so hard for me to keep my eyes off of you, christ,” he mumbles into
Kurt’s neck, loosening the knot a little. His hand stills and he rests his
forehead against Kurt’s neck. “You’re going to have to leave, Kurt. Because if
you don’t go – I’m going to get carried away.”
Kurt inhales deeply through his nose and tightens his grip on Blaine’s hips. “I
don’t think I’m going anywhere, Mr. Anderson.”
Blaine shifts and Kurt can feel the hard press of his cock against his thigh.
He moans low in his throat and that spurs Blaine to start unbuttoning Kurt’s
shirt. “Is this okay?” he asks, his lips moving against Kurt’s neck, sending
shivers down Kurt’s spine.
“Uh huh,” Kurt nods, nudging his hips forward against Blaine’s. Just feeling
someone else’s body against his cock is amazing. Everything feels overwhelmed
with sensation – Blaine’s lips on his neck, his fingers trailing down his
chest, his cock against his thigh, the smell of his cologne. If Kurt wasn’t
pressed up against the door, he probably wouldn’t be upright.
Blaine gets Kurt’s shirt completely unbuttoned and flips Kurt’s tie over his
shoulder. He takes his time to look down at Kurt’s chest, his fingertips
brushing against Kurt’s belt buckle. “You don’t have any idea just how gorgeous
you are, do you? You sit in class and I watch you…you’re just a baby. You can’t
be more than seventeen, eighteen…”
“Seventeen,” Kurt manages, his stomach trembling where Blaine’s knuckles are
brushing against it over his undershirt. He’ll be eighteen soon, and he knows
the age of consent in Ohio is sixteen – he’s checked – for what he told himself
were completely innocent purposes. But clearly they’re not so innocent, now.
“God, Mr. Anderson…”
Blaine leans back in and slowly mouths his way back to Kurt’s ear. Kurt can
barely catch his breath – every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire. Every
flick of Blaine’s tongue against his skin makes him gasp; every wet press of
his lips makes him shiver. He can’t help but think about how much experience
Blaine has, because Blaine seems to know exactly what he’s doing.
“You taste so good,” Blaine mumbles into Kurt’s ear, pulling his earlobe
between his teeth. “Can I touch you, Kurt?” His fingers dip below Kurt’s belt
buckle and brush just above his cock. “God, your pants always make your ass
look so good,” he groans.
Kurt’s eyes slip closed and he takes a deep, shuddering breath as he nods,
thrusting his hips forward into Blaine’s hand. When Blaine palms over his cock
he bites his lip, trying to stay calm but, god, his teacher’s hand is on his
cock. “Please, Blaine – “
“Mmm,” Blaine sighs, dragging his lips back across Kurt’s jaw and up to his
lips. Kurt brings his hands up to Blaine’s hair, carding his fingers through
the curls he knows are flecked with gray. Blaine’s hands are sure and quick as
they slide Kurt’s belt buckle open and flick open the button on Kurt’s pants.
He slowly drags the zipper down, trailing his fingers over Kurt’s cock as he
goes.
Blaine’s lips are eager as he pushes Kurt’s pants down. Kurt just flexes his
fingers against Blaine’s scalp and pulls Blaine’s bottom lip into his mouth.
Blaine moans into the kiss and brings his hands around to Kurt’s ass, sliding
his pants down slightly, and cupping the flesh in his hands through Kurt’s
boxer briefs.
“Are you – “ Kurt gasps, leaning his head back against the door. “Are you going
to f-fuck me, Mr. Anderson?” His lips feel like they’re buzzing from all of the
kissing, especially since Blaine has a slight stubble by the end of the day.
“Christ,” Blaine groans, dropping his head to Kurt’s shoulder. “You have no
idea how badly I want to.”
Kurt kicks his shoes off – he’s so glad he decided not to wear boots today –
and lets Blaine push his pants down further. “You c-can, you know. I’d let you.
Fuck me, that is.”
Blaine’s off him in an instant. Kurt’s eyes fly open and he tries to focus
through his heavy breathing. “What?”
“Just – don’t move. Well, you can, if you want. I mean, I’m not trying to keep
you there, but, god you look so good,” Blaine says, backing up and bumping into
his desk. He twirls around and grabs for his bag, thrusting his hand in one of
the side pockets and rummaging around for something.
Kurt can only imagine what he looks like right now. His shirt is completely
undone and open, undershirt rucked up slightly, his tie is loose and up over
his shoulder, his pants are still around his knees and his cock is straining
against his boxer briefs – all while he’s leaning against his teacher’s office
door. What a difference a day makes. Even Blaine looks a bit debauched with his
hair a complete mess from Kurt’s fingers and his kiss-swollen lips.
“Ah-hah,” Blaine says, snapping back upright with a small bottle and square
foil package in his hand. He glances back over to Kurt and clenches his empty
hand into a fist. “Kurt, I just – “
Instead of trying to figure out why Blaine even has condoms and lube with him
at school – maybe he’ll ask later – Kurt smiles and crooks his finger at
Blaine. That simple motion makes Blaine rush over and drop the lube and condom
on the shelf of the bookcase by the door before dropping to his knees right in
front of Kurt.
Blaine’s fingers dip underneath the waistband of Kurt’s underwear, tugging on
them slightly. Kurt looks down at Blaine, sees his eager eyes and nods. “Go
ahead.” He doesn’t feel nervous, even though no man has ever seen him like this
before. Blaine’s touch feels so amazing, so caring, and Kurt is so, so turned
on.
“You’re so hard, just for me,” Blaine says, pressing his lips to Kurt’s cock,
still covered by his boxer briefs. He pulls the waistband down further, licking
his lips when he pushes the fabric down to Kurt’s thighs. “So gorgeous…” he
whispers, wrapping a hand around the base of Kurt’s cock and pushing Kurt’s
underwear and pants down to his ankles with the other.
When Blaine strokes his cock, Kurt’s head thuds back against the door. “Ah,
god,” he gasps, thrusting his hips forward. He tries to kick his pants off and
fails miserably. Blaine laughs and helps him out of both his pants and boxer
briefs, so he can spread his legs wider and let Blaine settle in closer.
At the first touch of Blaine’s lips to his cock, Kurt is surprised he doesn’t
come right then and there. Blaine licks down to Kurt’s balls, sucking one in
his mouth and then lifting them with his hand that was grasping his cock. He
wants to sob, it feels so good – but he’s desperately trying not to act like a
silly virginal teenager. Blaine’s wet lips and tongue on his cock and balls
feel like nothing he’s ever been able to imagine and he never wants it to end.
“Gah, fuck – wha – “ Kurt tries, looking down at Blaine as he lifts up Kurt’s
right leg and continues licking back between Kurt’s cheeks. “Oh my god,” he
groans, his hands scrambling for purchase on the door.
“I’ve got you,” Blaine says, right before licking over Kurt’s hole. He pushes
his face in further and presses his tongue in harder, and Kurt feels like he’s
going to pass out, or collapse.
He makes a half-hearted effort of pulling at Blaine’s hair because if he has to
endure much more of this they’re both going to go tumbling to the floor. He’s
never felt anything like this before and fuck, Blaine’s tongue – his whole body
feels like it’s pulsing with heat. “Bla – Mr. Anderson – please – I can’t – you
– stop – “
Blaine sits back and sets Kurt’s leg back down. His chest his heaving slightly
when he looks up at Kurt. “Are you okay?”
Kurt nods and grabs for Blaine by his shirt, pulling him up to his feet. He
crashes their mouths together and groans when he slides his tongue in against
Blaine’s. Blaine starts kissing on and all around his mouth, so Kurt drags his
hands down Blaine’s body and to his pants, unfastening his belt and undoing the
button. His breath stutters when he drags the zipper down and he feels Blaine’s
cock against his fingers for the first time.
“Wanna be inside you,” Blaine mumbles between kisses, nipping along Kurt’s jaw.
“I  - yeah,” Kurt says, pushing Blaine’s pants and briefs down to his thighs.
“Please.”
Before he has a chance to look, Blaine leans in and presses his entire body
against his own – Blaine’s cock tucked right against Kurt’s. “Oh,” Kurt gasps,
thrusting his hips against Blaine’s.
“Mmm, just wait,” Blaine says, reaching over to the shelf for the lube and
popping the cap. He slicks up a couple of fingers and helps Kurt tilt his hips
forward slightly so he can duck his hand down and rub a finger around Kurt’s
entrance. “Okay?”
“Y-yeah,” Kurt says, nodding. He takes a deep breath and spreads his legs wider
when Blaine pushes his first finger in. It actually doesn’t feel uncomfortable,
not really. Blaine is slowly thrusting his finger inside, keeping Kurt
distracted with his mouth against his neck.
Blaine is gentle with his second finger, making sure there’s enough lube to
ease the slide. When both fingers are in, he slowly fucks them in and out and
groans against Kurt’s neck. “Shit, you’re tight.” His hips shift against Kurt
and Kurt gets brave enough to reach back to grab Blaine’s ass. God, it’s even
better bare.
Kurt really feels the stretch with the third finger. He closes his eyes and
tries to fuck down on to Blaine’s hand, squeezing Blaine’s ass with every
thrust of his fingers. Blaine’s hard cock is rubbing against his abdomen and it
feels like sex, sounds like sex with Blaine panting in his ear, and Kurt is
trying valiantly not to be too loud so they’re not heard from someone outside.
“I think you’re ready,” Blaine says, slowly pulling his fingers out. Kurt
whimpers at the loss, and tries to pull Blaine closer to him.
Blaine reaches for the condom and before he tears it open, he leans in for a
kiss. Kurt fists his other hand in Blaine’s shirt and keeps him close, moaning
into Blaine’s mouth as their lips slide together. When Blaine pulls back, Kurt
finally sees Blaine’s cock for the first time. “God, you’re – “ he tries, his
hand dropping down and wrapping around the base. It’s long and thick and
perfect. Blaine lets him stroke him a couple times, hips pushing into Kurt’s
hand and breath hitching in his throat, before guiding his hand away.
“Just…here,” Blaine says, after getting the condom on and slicking himself up
with lube. He grabs Kurt by under his thighs and lifts his legs, wrapping them
around his waist. At Kurt’s raised eyebrow, Blaine smirks and kisses Kurt’s
jaw. “Twenty years of boxing has its advantages.”
“Apparently,” Kurt says, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s shoulders and
tightening his thighs around Blaine’s waist. “Are you going to fuck me now, Mr.
Anderson?”
Blaine answers by lining up his cock with Kurt’s hole and slowly pushing in.
“Oh, jesus,” he groans, moving his hands to Kurt’s hips.
Kurt’s jaw drops open with the blunt pressure of Blaine’s cock opening him up.
It’s so much more than just Blaine’s fingers, but, oh god¸ he just wants to
sink down on it. He can feel the sweat breaking out across his forehead as
Blaine slowly pushes further into him, Blaine’s fingers digging into his hips.
He hopes there will be marks. He wants to remember this later. “I – oh – mmm- “
Kurt manages when Blaine thrusts all the way in, hips stilling and thumbs
rubbing  hard circles into Kurt’s skin.
“Okay?” Blaine asks, and it comes out in a grunt. He licks his lips, his jaw
staying slack. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
Kurt shakes his head and shifts his legs a little – which moves Blaine’s cock
slightly and makes him yelp. “Oh god, you can – please.”
Blaine starts rocking his hips, slowly at first. Kurt cards his fingers through
Blaine’s hair, which is now damp with sweat, and tries to pull him up for a
kiss. “Ah, Kurt – oh, you’re so tight, you feel so good.” Blaine leans his head
back slightly, stretching out his neck, and continues to thrust into Kurt.
“God, I can’t believe I’m fucking you in my office.”
When Kurt tries to laugh, it comes out as a choked off whine. “You could’ve
been doing this week – ah - weeks ago.” He closes his eyes and digs his fingers
into Blaine’s shoulder. “Harder – oh – harder.”
“Fuck,” Blaine grunts and starts thrusting harder, his hips slapping against
Kurt’s thighs.  
Kurt feels his orgasm start to build, which takes him by surprise since neither
of them are touching his dick. The heat is coiling in his hips, winding tight
and he can feel it all the way down to his toes. “Blaine…I’m gonna – “ He yanks
on Blaine’s hair and this time succeeds in pulling him in for a kiss, which is
more teeth and tongue than anything.
Blaine licks across Kurt’s mouth and nods. “Do it – come, I want to see you.”
He adjusts his grip on Kurt’s hips, his cock bottoming out with each thrust,
and the door creaking slightly every time Kurt’s back slams against it. Kurt
can’t seem to rub two brain cells together at the moment, let alone be worried
about the noise they’re making.
Kurt whimpers and can’t seem to close his mouth when he starts to come. He digs
his nails into Blaine’s shoulder and hangs on for dear life as his orgasm takes
over, come splashing all over his undershirt and Blaine’s dress shirt. “Oh – oh
god – Blaine – “
“I got you,” Blaine pants, still thrusting, though his hips are starting to
become less coordinated and Blaine’s hands are squeezing his hips even harder.
 
Everything is starting to become oversensitive and Kurt isn’t sure how much
longer he can hold himself up, even though Blaine doing most of the work. He
grabs Blaine by the jaw and forces him to look him in the eye. “Mr.Ander – ah
–son, are you enjoying fucking your – oh– student in your off – ah –ice?”
Blaine’s eyes roll back and he fucks in one, two more times before he comes
with a grunt, slamming his hips in with one final hard thrust. “Christ,” he
pants, leaning heavily against Kurt. “That wasn’t fair.”
“What wasn’t?” Kurt says, smiling as he slowly runs his finger through Blaine’s
sweaty curls.
“You know exactly what,” Blaine says, pinching Kurt’s hip as he slowly slides
out and eases Kurt’s legs down. He rubs Kurt’s sides and brushes a soft kiss
against Kurt’s jaw. “Are you okay?”
Kurt takes a deep breath and nods. His whole body feels like it’s vibrating,
his legs feel like jelly, but he feels amazing. “You’re not about to freak out
on me, are you?”
“A little, maybe. Nothing a little post-sex cuddling can’t cure,” Blaine says,
shaking his head. He turns toward his desk to grab a few tissues to dispose of
the condom. After he’s taken care of that, he takes a few and gently cleans
Kurt up. “I was going to ask you to come home with me tonight.”
Kurt bites his lip and reaches out to run both of his hands through Blaine’s
hair. “That’s something you would want to do?”
Blaine reaches down to pull his pants back up over his hips and he wraps an arm
around Kurt’s waist. “I don’t just sleep around, Kurt. I’m too old for that. I
mean, obviously we can’t tell anyone – “
“Of course not – “ Kurt says, not even trying to hide his smile. “And yes, I’ll
come home with you.” He’ll have to come up with an excuse for skipping dinner,
but he’ll manage.
Blaine smiles so wide his entire face lights up. He leans in for a kiss and
Kurt licks across Blaine’s lips for good measure. “Good, because I have weeks
to make up for.”
 
 
 
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