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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel
  Additional Tags:
      Blowjobs, Smut, Established_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-04-30 Words: 2323
****** To the Point of Distraction ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     When good news comes through the grapevine, Kurt needs a distraction
     from feeling miserable. Originally posted 11/17/2010
Blaine can tell Kurt’s thinking about it. It’s in the narrowing of his eyes and
the furrowing of his brow and the hard set of his jaw. Even months later, Kurt
is prone to brooding over his last few weeks at William McKinley. The bruises
and lacerations have long since faded but there’s an angry red scar deep in
Kurt’s mind that no amount of talking and consoling can heal. Kurt just won’t
let go.
Sometimes it doesn’t take much to distract Kurt from his thoughts. Usually
Blaine just needs to bring up an interesting topic or pass him a no-fat latte
from the dining hall to cheer his boyfriend up. Kurt will smile gratefully and
peck Blaine on the lips before they talk about everything but Lima, Dave
Karofsky, and the glee club he left behind.
Other days, though, it takes much more than simple pleasures shake the funk and
Blaine turns to more physical tactics to derail Kurt’s teenage angst. Blaine
will curl Kurt up into his arms and they’ll spend hours kissing and cuddling
their way through Kurt’s stresses. When they’re done and Kurt’s eyes are glazed
over, they lay in Blaine’s bed and nap.
The day that New Directions competes in Regionals, however, is the worst Blaine
has seen Kurt since just before he transferred to Dalton. They were meant to go
into Columbus to support Mercedes in her first full solo but Kurt backs out at
the last minute. He says he has a Biology report that he needs to finish but
Blaine knows that it just hurts too much that they’re competing without him.
Kurt and Blaine lay stretched out on Blaine’s bed that Saturday with enough
books between them to start a small library. For once there’s no music on in
the room and the only sound that breaks the silence is the birdsong floating
through the open window. Blaine suspects that if the wrong song were to come up
on iTunes, Kurt would either burst into tears or destroy his text books in
anger. He makes damn certain that anything that reminds Kurt of Regionals stays
far away from their sanctuary that day.
When they both receive multiple texts at quarter after four with excited
messages that New Directions won over Vocal Adrenaline, Blaine doesn’t even
give Kurt time to take the text messages in. As Kurt’s face falls in sadness,
Blaine crawls over their homework and presses him against the bed with a biting
kiss. Kurt responds automatically, gratefully.
“Don’t think about it,” he whispers against Kurt’s mouth. One hand moves down
the length of his body and palms Kurt’s cock as it twitches to attention. “This
is where you’re meant to be right now, darling.”
Kurt sniffs and wipes at his eyes so Blaine presses harder against Kurt’s cock,
moving his hand over the hardening length. “Shh,” he consoles. “Want me to make
you feel better? Want me to suck your cock? Bet I could make you feel better
than they do right now.”
A groan catches itself in the back of Kurt’s throat and comes out more like a
whimper. “Blaine,” he says as he fists the blanket beneath him and jerks his
hips against Blaine’s hand. “Yes - fuck - please.”
Blaine kisses him again, nips at his lip and slides his tongue against Kurt’s
in an almost lazy way. Kurt responds earnestly, deepening the kiss further than
Blaine expects him to. Blaine unbuttons Kurt’s cardigan and slides his fingers
under the soft red t-shirt underneath. Kurt’s abdomen tenses as Blaine’s
fingers tickle up his sides. In a more graceful movement than one would expect
from two teenaged boys, Blaine pulls Kurt into a sitting position while
simultaneously tugging his shirt off.
Kneeling with Kurt’s thighs pinned between his knees, Blaine wraps his arms
around Kurt’s shoulders and kisses along his jaw. There’s a spot by Kurt’s ear
that’s rough like he missed shaving there that morning and Blaine can’t help
but run his lips over the scratchy bristle. Kurt sighs contentedly as Blaine
focuses on the patch of skin with his tongue and teeth, worrying the flesh just
enough that it’s red but not bruised.
“Please,” Kurt moans, voice low and breathy. He pulls himself out of Blaine’s
grasp, falls back on the bed and looks up at Blaine through fluttering
eyelashes. His eyes are no longer sad or angry, just hungry and lustful. When
Blaine doesn’t make a move, distracted by the sight of his half-naked
boyfriend, Kurt growls out a demanding, “Blaine.”
They have this power over each other, the ability to demand something and
instantly receive the others obedience. It’s the tone of Kurt’s voice that
makes Blaine bend to his will, makes him want to grovel at Kurt’s feet.
Instead, he leans over Kurt and kisses down the pale expanse of skin before
him. Blaine pauses when his tongue makes its way down Kurt’s last rib, skin
pulled taught over the bone.
Blaine nips at the skin experimentally, happy when Kurt doesn’t flinch away
from the sharpness of the bite. He pulls the skin into his mouth and bites down
slowly. Kurt twitches and makes a sharp, pleased noise at the attention so
Blaine sucks the skin till it’s red and bruising. The perfect crescent
impression of his teeth is like a painter’s signature on Kurt’s skin.
When he’s finished with his mark, Blaine moves on to Kurt’s stomach. He places
wet open kisses just under Kurt’s bellybutton and slips his tongue under the
waistband of the cherry red jeans. Blaine holds Kurt’s hips tight as Kurt
shudders and gasps. For a guy who doesn’t often physically react to anything in
public, Kurt certainly doesn’t hold back in private. He moves with every touch
and out of his mouth spills delightful sounds that Blaine has never heard from
anyone else. Blaine loves to spend time cataloguing every action and reaction
like a scientist and go back to repeat the experiments, to see if the reactions
change over time.
Sucking kisses along the bit of hip that peeks over the waistband of Kurt’s
jeans, Blaine slowly undoes the fly. He keeps his touch feather light as it
passes over Kurt’s erection, like a teasing pleasure that will leave Kurt
wanting more. Kurt, of course, whines about it.
“Blaine, baby, please.”
“Well since you asked so nicely, who am I to refuse you?” Blaine teases. To be
fair, Kurt could have thrown demanding insults and threats of bodily harm at
Blaine and he still wouldn’t have been able to refuse Kurt.
There are days when Blaine wants to go slow and tease whimpers and moans out of
Kurt till he’s left panting with need. He’ll lick and kiss and suck every inch
of Kurt’s cock till Kurt’s begging, pleading to get on with it, to let him
orgasm and slip into bliss. When he’s coming down from his post-orgasm daze,
Blaine will whisper to him and pat his sweat-soaked hair and tell him how
lovely he is.
That isn’t what Kurt needs, though. Kurt needs something sharp and sudden and a
bit dirty. Something that will make him come hard before passing out for a few
hours. It’ll be rough and messy but the glazed-over look Kurt will give him for
the rest of the afternoon will be completely worth it. He pulls Kurt’s jeans
roughly down around his calves and takes Kurt’s cock firmly in hand.
Blaine’s mouth only hovers over Kurt for a moment before his lips wrap around
the smooth head and he pushes down as far as he can in one graceful movement.
He shouldn’t be as good as he is at this kind of blowjob, something deep and
dirty like a porn star is capable of, but with Kurt it’s like second nature.
Kurt arches up off of the bed with a shriek and Blaine has to grip Kurt’s hips
hard just to prevent being choked.
“Ah, too much-too much,” Kurt whines between pants. Blaine doesn’t heed him.
‘Too much’ doesn’t mean stop; ‘too much’ means if he doesn’t keep going, Kurt
will maim him. So he sucks back and presses his tongue against the underside of
the heavy cock in his mouth. Kurt responds with a deep, guttural moan as his
eyes roll back into his head.
The soft glans of Kurt’s cock tastes salty with precum. Blaine vocalizes a
breathy little moan because Kurt may be his favorite taste in the entire world.
It’s heady and bitter and should probably be a bit vile but Blaine loves it,
craves it almost constantly. He can’t help it if he’s a bit obsessed with
sucking Kurt off.
His tongue slips under Kurt’s foreskin and gently prods the most sensitive spot
of Kurt’s cock under head. Kurt chokes back a sob of pleasure and bites his
knuckle. Blaine still hasn’t broken Kurt of the desperate need to stay quiet
when he tries to scream out. One hand leaves Kurt’s hip and pulls the fist from
Kurt’s mouth until their fingers are laced together. It takes a bit of prodding
and teasing and bobbing most of the length down but finally Kurt lets go of his
inhibitions and moans loudly.
The sound is erotic and Blaine has to stop himself from rubbing against his
bed. He may have cock in his mouth but he still has a sense of decorum.
Besides, this is all about Kurt and he won’t let his focus sway because the
sound of Kurt’s pleasure is like a symphony to his hormones. Still, he has to
shift his weight from one leg to the other and wiggle his hips a bit so that
his jeans don’t cut off the circulation in his cock. Kurt is no longer allowed
to talk him into buying skinny jeans ever again.
“Blaine,” Kurt cries out. “Please, I need-” he cuts off and tugs on the hand
that is wrapped around his own. Blaine pulls off completely to allow Kurt to
tug him closer. A confident tongue presses against his middle finger and slides
up, an invitation for Blaine to push it into Kurt’s waiting mouth.
Kurt licks the finger like it’s a lollipop, sucking it like he’s being given
marks in the finger fellating Olympics and he’s going for the gold. Some how
the sensations happening to Blaine’s finger translates to pleasure on his dick.
There’s a crossed wire somewhere but he can’t even be bothered to care. His
cock’s so hard that he could easily come just by watching Kurt perform oral on
one measly finger.
Then, Kurt lets go and saliva clings to skin and glistens and drips onto Kurt’s
chin over which Blaine’s hand still hovers. Blaine snaps himself out of his
lust-induced trance and moves back down Kurt’s body. Kurt spreads himself as
far as he can with his jeans around his ankles as Blaine presses his finger up
against Kurt’s hole.
“Ready?” He asks because even if they’ve done this before and Kurt loves it
quick, hard, and dirty sometimes, but he’s still kind of a virgin. Besides,
Blaine’s a gentleman like that.
Above him, Kurt nods vigorously and pushes against the slicked finger. Blaine
rubs the puckered skin a bit and moves his mouth back over Kurt’s cock. He
exhales slowly, letting his breath tickle the sensitive flesh. Kurt’s abdomen
clenches either from anticipation or from the tickle of air on his cock, Blaine
isn’t sure but he figures it’s probably a bit of both.
Kurt opens his mouth to possibly urge Blaine on but he never finds out. He
presses his finger in past Kurt’s tight muscles just as his lips descend on the
head of Kurt’s cock. Blaine sucks his dick hard and pumps with one hand as the
other fucks Kurt mercilessly with his middle finger. Kurt, to put it simply,
goes wild. Without the extra hand to hold him steady, Kurt flails on the bed
and Blaine has to slacken his jaw so that there are no accidents with his
teeth.
Blaine pushes a second finger in and times his rhythm with the bob of his head.
Soon, Kurt’s little ‘uhn-uhn-uhn’ sounds line up with the pattern and the only
thing that breaks the beat is when Kurt’s breath hitches from a change in
suction or grip or force.
Just when Blaine’s jaw begins to tire and he can feel his tongue and cheeks go
numb from sucking, Kurt gasps and arches up off the bed once more. He comes
with a shudder, clamping down hard around Blaine’s fingers. Blaine continues
his ministrations till Kurt comes down and restlessly squirms from over
sensitivity.
Pulling off and attempting to swallow down the sticky cum that rests on his
tongue, Blaine watches his boyfriend. Kurt blinks lazily at him and murmurs his
thanks. Blaine smiles at him fondly even as Kurt nods off to sleep in the
middle of the homework that still lay on the bed. Kurt never fails to thank
Blaine, no matter how tired he is after sex.
A few drops of cum cling to Kurt’s softening cock and pubes from when it
slipped from Blaine’s mouth. He walks - well, waddles uncomfortably - into his
en suite bathroom and grabs a wet wash cloth to clean Kurt with and strips down
naked so that his cock is free and standing at attention. If Kurt’s going to
nap naked for a few hours then Blaine figures he might as well join him.
After he cleans the slight mess he made on Kurt’s body, he clears off the bed,
and curls into Kurt’s side with a blanket pulled over them. Blaine’s still hard
as a rock but he’d rather wait for Kurt to wake up and help him with that
problem. If it’s a choice between Kurt and his right hand, Blaine will always
choose Kurt.
Just before Blaine nods off, Kurt murmurs happily in his sleep. Mission:
accomplished.
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