Blaine raised his hand and combed his fingers through Kurt's hair, hard and eager for any touch that Kurt could give him. He dreamt of Kurt last night, he thought about him all the time and he was 100% lovesick. His brain was filled with unlikely but highly desired fantasies of him and Kurt together. In love. Holding hands in public.
He moaned softly into the kiss and wished he could talk to him but this was the guys bathroom and they were already risking a lot doing this.
"Shh..." Kurt hushed him, but he also had to grin, laughing against Blaine's shoulder. Of course he'd be vocal, of course. He cupped the back of his neck to pull him in close, mumbling the thought as it came to mind. "If you used a bit less gel, I could pull your hair."
Just seemed like an appealing thought. He was certainly becoming very fond of Blaine's fingers in his hair.
"Okay." Blaine whispered but then blushed a little as he leaned in for another kiss, only pausing to raise his hand and touch his own hair. Okay was not the right response but he just wanted to say yes and have Kurt's fingers in his hair. "I have to do this. My hair is really bad."
Okay, here was not the place to discuss his kinky, weird curly hair but he just wanted to make it very clear.
Kurt undid one, then two of the buttons on Blaine's shirt, which allowed him to kiss along his collarbone. He wanted to be able to leave some marks somewhere that wouldn't be openly suspicious. "Your hair's curly. I love curly hair. You shouldn't hide it."
He did wonder just what Blaine's heritage was, but he didn't know a good non-racist way to ask. He could be supportive of his features though. And his skin that had a tinge of not so lily white. He bit down on some of that skin now and started sucking, because he wanted to mark him up. He'd never done that before, other than to practice on his own arm.
Blaine shook his head. No, he had to hide it, it was worse than Kurt could even imagine. It wasn't curly, curly was nice and fun. No, it was a fizzy nightmare from hell. But the thoughts all vanished as Kurt started kissing his collar bone and his eyes almost rolled back in his head. And that bite, God, that bite. He moaned and then raised his hand, covering his own mouth for a second before laughing quietly. "Sorry."
He was going to be marked now. That was the sexiest thing ever. He was going to have a beautiful mark from the boy he liked. Being gay was awesome!
Kurt had to smother a laugh at how loud Blaine was. He supposed it was flatter, in a way, yet he still decided to cool off a little, changing it up to simply kiss him again. It felt nice, it was exciting still, but also familiar by now. They were getting better at it.
And then the door opened and closed, someone walked into the bathroom. Kurt froze, pulling away from the kiss and holding very, very still.
Shit. Someone was here. He closed his mouth shut and stood as still as he could, willing himself to cool down a bit so he wouldn't look too ruffled if someone kicked the stall in or he had to go out himself and play it cool. He didn't do much but breathe, in and out, trying to hear who was in here.
Okay, danger was sexy in theory but woah, his heart was pounding in his chest.
"...Blaine? Is that you, man? I can hear you breathe." That was Sam's voice, not that Kurt knew that. Kurt wasn't overly familiar with anyone's voice that was on the football team. So he just looked baffled at someone recognising Blaine's breathing, mouthing a confused 'who?!' at Blaine.
"Definitely you, Blaine, I can smell raspberry." Sam laughed. "You okay? Tummy hurts?"
Damn it. He and Sam were too close. That was a tragic fact. Blaine gave Kurt an apologetic look and then turned to the stall door. "Heeeey, I'm good. No, my t-- dude, I'm trying to pee, give me some space." He looked at Kurt apologetically and then raised his hair to do up his top buttons.
"Shouldn't you be in gym class?" And not here, cockblocking him.
Blaine's body language seemed relaxed, so Kurt stopped being on the verge of panic and instead there was a mischievous look on his face as he quickly leaned forward to give Blaine's soon to be covered skin one last lick, grinning at him.
Totally oblivious, as was his default state, Sam simply talked from the other side of the door. "The mirror down by the gym is messed up, I looked all funhouse in that. So I came up to check whether I'm still hot."
Blaine managed to turn his happy hiss into the start of a sentence, giving Kurt a very pout little glare at his actions. "Sssam, buddy, you always look good. You know that. Is it because you're still scared that mirror will take your soul? Cause we can do another cleanse in there, if you want."
He looked at Kurt sheepishly and then threw his hands out. Yes, they were weird and yes, he knew. He didn't want to go, he looked very put out at the idea that he was going to have to leave Kurt. He reached his hand out and longingly stroked Kurt's chest.
"I know it takes people's souls. Something like that anyway. Why else do you think so many of the football team are dicks? It's like that episode where they become fishmen. The swimmers. In Buffy." Sam didn't want to be a dick, he felt that was a legitimate worry. He was also by the sinks, inspecting himself. "I have parsley in my teeth. Why didn't you tell me?"
Kurt raised his eyebrows as he was presented with this bizarre friendship, but he also looked down when his chest was stroked. And then, quickly and as quietly as possible, he lifted up his shirt as far as it would go, leaning back against the stall wall and presenting himself for Blaine. This was ridiculous, might as well keep things seductive.
"Yeah but they would have turned into fishmen by now and we would have a winning swim team. I think they're just dicks." Blaine trailed off, his eyes wide as he looked at Kurt lean back, chest exposed, and all he wanted to do was lunge forward and kiss it. He approached tentatively, worried, and reached out with his hand to stroke against Kurt's pecs. He had such a tight little body, it was fucking hot.
"I-I-I didn't notice." He was so hard right now, he had no idea how he was going to exit the stall. "Uh, Sam. I might be a few." Hopefully. Maybe. He wanted Sam to leave so he could lick Kurt's chest.
"You okay, buddy?" Sam sounded concerned, but he figured that when he was having belly issues, he wouldn't want an audience either. "I'm gonna head back to gym class, but I'll see you right after, yeah? Stick to you like glue."
He promised it, gave the door a reassuring pat and then he left, leading to Kurt laughing, at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.
"Your dumb jock friend sounds nice." And, hey, he wasn't pulling his shirt down yet.
"Okay, thanks! See you after class." Blaine called out as he waited for the door to shut and exhaled in utter relief. He loved Sam, he did, but he really wanted to just have a horny moment with a hot guy. Sam got to make out with girls and all of that so it was fair that Blaine had a turn.
"He's really sweet." Blaine confirmed with a small nod and a little smile. Then he leaned in close and kissed Kurt's chest once, twice, a few more times. Then he did what he had wanted to do since he first saw it. He licked it.
Kurt felt the moment was ridiculous and funny and charming until something flipped a switch and he was the horniest he'd ever been. His eyes widened and he had his hands on Blaine's hips, holding on to him while he was trying to keep his own hips from bucking. Damn, was this how pent up he was? Apparently so.
He breathed out shakily, looking at Blaine. "You-- You probably need to go back to class, huh?"
Blaine whined unhappily and gave Kurt a pout but moved back because he knew they couldn't really fuck in a bathroom or anything. Would they fuck? Was he ready to fuck? He didn't even have condoms... did he need condoms? Maybe not. He should really google this stuff. "I don't want to but yeah."
Inhaling and exhaling, he tried to calm himself down and then rubbed at his face. "You better text me later. Promise?"
"I'll text you. I promise." Kurt was trying to resist the urge to touch Blaine again, even though he desperately wanted to. Yet he had reached the same impasse as Blaine. He wanted to do more, but how was that even feasible? And was he ready have sex? They had no lube or condoms and he didn't want his first time to be in a bathroom stall.
"Try to think of something not sexy," he suggested, looking at Blaine's boner while he pulled his shirt down.
"I'll try and I'm sure I'll fail. Art class is going to be so weird now." He tried to adjust himself so it was less obvious but in the end, he had to tuck himself up a bit so it was less obvious. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a very important puppet I have to finish making." He smiled dorkily at Kurt and let himself out of the stall.
He still washed his hands - he wasn't sure why. It seemed like the right thing to do.
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He moaned softly into the kiss and wished he could talk to him but this was the guys bathroom and they were already risking a lot doing this.
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Just seemed like an appealing thought. He was certainly becoming very fond of Blaine's fingers in his hair.
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Okay, here was not the place to discuss his kinky, weird curly hair but he just wanted to make it very clear.
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He did wonder just what Blaine's heritage was, but he didn't know a good non-racist way to ask. He could be supportive of his features though. And his skin that had a tinge of not so lily white. He bit down on some of that skin now and started sucking, because he wanted to mark him up. He'd never done that before, other than to practice on his own arm.
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He was going to be marked now. That was the sexiest thing ever. He was going to have a beautiful mark from the boy he liked. Being gay was awesome!
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And then the door opened and closed, someone walked into the bathroom. Kurt froze, pulling away from the kiss and holding very, very still.
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Okay, danger was sexy in theory but woah, his heart was pounding in his chest.
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"Definitely you, Blaine, I can smell raspberry." Sam laughed. "You okay? Tummy hurts?"
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"Shouldn't you be in gym class?" And not here, cockblocking him.
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Totally oblivious, as was his default state, Sam simply talked from the other side of the door. "The mirror down by the gym is messed up, I looked all funhouse in that. So I came up to check whether I'm still hot."
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He looked at Kurt sheepishly and then threw his hands out. Yes, they were weird and yes, he knew. He didn't want to go, he looked very put out at the idea that he was going to have to leave Kurt. He reached his hand out and longingly stroked Kurt's chest.
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Kurt raised his eyebrows as he was presented with this bizarre friendship, but he also looked down when his chest was stroked. And then, quickly and as quietly as possible, he lifted up his shirt as far as it would go, leaning back against the stall wall and presenting himself for Blaine. This was ridiculous, might as well keep things seductive.
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"I-I-I didn't notice." He was so hard right now, he had no idea how he was going to exit the stall. "Uh, Sam. I might be a few." Hopefully. Maybe. He wanted Sam to leave so he could lick Kurt's chest.
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He promised it, gave the door a reassuring pat and then he left, leading to Kurt laughing, at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.
"Your dumb jock friend sounds nice." And, hey, he wasn't pulling his shirt down yet.
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"He's really sweet." Blaine confirmed with a small nod and a little smile. Then he leaned in close and kissed Kurt's chest once, twice, a few more times. Then he did what he had wanted to do since he first saw it. He licked it.
Oh woah, Kurt tasted amazing.
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He breathed out shakily, looking at Blaine. "You-- You probably need to go back to class, huh?"
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Inhaling and exhaling, he tried to calm himself down and then rubbed at his face. "You better text me later. Promise?"
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"Try to think of something not sexy," he suggested, looking at Blaine's boner while he pulled his shirt down.
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He still washed his hands - he wasn't sure why. It seemed like the right thing to do.