you had to know i would've said yes

hi. i'm tracy. i like blaine. this blog is NOT spoiler-free and is sometimes NSFW.

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klaine, nc-17, ~10k words(!).

from this prompt on the gkm. in brief: kurt and blaine discover the joys of sexting and phonesex in the week before they lose their virginities.

A/N: i filled this anonymously on the gkm because there’s so much incredible fic in this fandom and i was intimidated, but the response has been extremely flattering, yay! thank you ever so much to everyone who read and (hopefully) enjoyed! xo

On the Line

“Shit!”

“What?”

“I got it in my eye, damn.”

“You know, Blaine, that’s not how this is supposed to work.”

“I am aware of that,” Blaine said, an audible pout in his voice. “But my bluetooth was about to fall out, which means it would’ve landed in the sink and I would have fried another one, so I grabbed for it. With a handful of apricot scrub.”

“You grabbed for your bluetooth and got your eye?”

“I panicked,” Blaine protested mildly. “I didn’t want to drop the call and have to finish our routine alone.”

“You could’ve called me back and finished up on speaker,” Kurt said, smiling at his own reflection in the mirror as he dabbed a bit of cream under his eyes. 

“Nah. Can’t hear you over the running water,” Blaine said. “Defeats the purpose.”

Kurt smiled again. 

“You’re cute, you know that?”

“Just wait ‘till you see my freshly exfoliated cornea tomorrow,” Blaine said, letting out a low chuckle. “You won’t be able to keep your hands off me.”

“Why wait? Let’s see it,” Kurt said distractedly, searching for the last moisturizer he needed to finish his ministrations. His eyes fell on the bottle and he twisted off the cap as his phone dinged with a text message. 

“There you go, baby,” Blaine said in a breathy, silly, phone sex operator voice. “Do you like my shiny eyeball? Does it make you super-duper hot?”

Kurt snorted as he tapped on Blaine’s text, but the laugh died in his throat when the photo filled the screen of his iPhone.

It was a close-up of Blaine’s face, centered on his right eye, which Kurt vaguely noted didn’t look too much worse for the wear, just ever-so-slightly bloodshot around the familiar deep golden iris . A few droplets of water clung to Blaine’s dark eyelashes, just waiting to drip onto his freshly-scrubbed, still-damp cheek, the skin looking so soft that Kurt brought a fingertip to the screen without thinking about it, tapping lightly against the unyielding and entirely unsatisfying glass. In the lower-left corner of the picture was about half of Blaine’s mouth, his full lips slightly parted, a hint of pink tongue peeking between his teeth — and oh god, Kurt wanted to press his own tongue between those teeth, to lick behind them, like, right now, wow — as he concentrated on taking the photo. And he was… talking? How was the picture talking?

“Kurt? Are you still there? Did I fuck up the bluetooth anyway? Baby? Helloooooo?”

“Sorry! I’m here,” Kurt managed, somehow tearing his eyes away from the picture of his extremely lickable boyfriend. “I think my phone froze for a minute.”

“Oh, good, I was afraid I wouldn’t get to say goodnight,” Blaine said sweetly. “So, my eye?”

“I think you’ll live,” Kurt said, forcing out a light laugh. “But I should get going, it’s late and I need my eight hours.”

“Mmm, dream about me?”

“Always.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. ‘Night, sweetheart.”

“Good night, Kurt.”

As soon as the call disconnected, Kurt collapsed onto his bed, one hand clutching his phone and the other one pressed to his hot cheek. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Blaine that close up before, or like he hadn’t kissed his lips a thousand times or tasted his warm, supple tongue or brushed his fingers over the sweet curve of Blaine’s jaw. But that photo — he opened it up again and stared, just to see, and yeah, still doing it for him — was just so intimate, and the fact that it was a picture gave him a bit of distance, made it a little less scary to stare and admire and want. And oh, Kurt realized, as a bolt of desire shot through his chest like quicksilver, does he want.

————

Making out felt different, suddenly. Kurt had an odd sense of awareness that hadn’t been there before, and every touch of Blaine’s lips to his own seemed full of intent, even though they were the same warm, tender kisses Blaine had always given him. He knew that Blaine kissed him for the sake of kissing him, not as a segue to anything else, not with the intent to get further.  

Lately, though, Kurt kind of wished there was some intent there. He wished Blaine would press him down into the mattress and slide a thigh between his legs, warm firm pressure where he ached for contact. Or that Blaine would push Kurt’s shirt up and nuzzle against his stomach and kiss at his ribs and scrape his teeth over Kurt’s hipbones until he squirmed and gasped. Kurt wasn’t positive what he’d do if Blaine tried those things — maybe he’d let him, maybe he’d gently nudge him away. Still… it would be nice if he made a move, but Blaine remained cautious and respectful and oh god why? Sure, they’d agreed on hands above-the-waist, but that had been months ago, and Blaine hadn’t ever attempted to renegotiate. 

Then again, to be fair, neither had Kurt. The moment Blaine first kissed him, he’d realized that he was interested in much more than the touch of a fingertip, but sex — any kind of sex — still seemed intimidating. But he was thinking about it. To be more accurate, he was thinking about it a lot, and it would be nice to know if Blaine was, too. 

Mostly, Kurt thought, he wanted to see. Wanted Blaine’s cardigans and bowties to vanish, wanted his hateful shirts and pants and socks and shoes to just disappear, so he could just…look. See the parts of Blaine that other people don’t, the places he usually kept hidden from view under a seemingly endless supply of adorable and infuriating Brooks Brothers ensembles. 

He’s seen Blaine shirtless before, of course. They have gym together three days a week, so it’s not like he could avoid it, even if he wanted to. But Kurt’s spent years in locker rooms, a constant chant of don’t look don’t look don’t look running through his head. A lingering glance at the wrong person could mean disaster, so he’s trained himself well. Eyes down on the floor, up to the ceiling, or intent on the things in his locker. He doesn’t think Blaine would mind him looking — in fact, he’s just about positive he wouldn’t. But Kurt cannot, just absolutely cannot, look at Blaine shirtless in front of other people. Not the way he wants to, because god, what if someone noticed? Blaine might not mind, but Finn would cringe and stutter, and Puckerman would laugh and shout something vulgar, and Kurt would die, possibly literally.

On the other hand, Kurt can’t look at his boyfriend shirtless in private, either. Getting Blaine’s clothes off — even just some PG-rated partial  nudity — when they’re alone is too much. If he looks, he might want to touch, and then what? Licking? Sucking? Sex? Yeah, okay, no.

But still…

“Do you think I’m boring?” he blurted out one day, watching Blaine dance around the room, swaying his hips — ugh, unfair, and what is that shirt? — and smiling at Kurt. 

Blaine laughed in disbelief and offered a sweet reassurance, but Kurt pressed on, searching for confirmation.

“That’s why they invented masturbation,” Blaine said. 

“Whatever we do, I want to make sure you’re comfortable,” Blaine said.

————

Kurt was getting an idea. 

————

From Kurt
So…hey. 

From Blaine
hey yourself! I thought you were going to bed?

From Kurt
I’m in bed. I was just thinking about you though, and I wanted to ask you something. 

From Blaine
go for it :)

From Kurt
You can say no. I just want to say that before I ask, you can totally say no and I’ll understand and I promise not to be weird about it.

From Blaine
uh, okay? what’s going on?

From Kurt
I want to ask you for a picture.

From Kurt
Of you. 

From Kurt
Like a…private one. 

From Kurt
…Blaine? 

From Kurt
Oh god. I’m sorry. 

From Blaine
no no no don’t be sorry!! it’s FINE, it’s good. I was just surprised. 

From Blaine
what do you want to see?

Kurt bit his lip as his thumbs hovered over the keyboard on his phone. Was “everything” too much? Probably. As much as he thought he wanted to see everything, he wasn’t sure he was ready for it just yet, even if it was only a picture. Maybe it would be better to start slow. He could always ask for more later…unless this ended up being way more awkward than he hoped, and Blaine decided he was a pervert or a hopelessly incompetent virgin or some depressing combination of both—

Kurt rolled his eyes and pushed down his anxiety. It’ll be okay, he promised himself. He loves you.

From Kurt
Maybe, like…

From Blaine
maybe like what?

From Blaine
if you don’t follow that up soon I’m going to assume you want a pic of my toes

From Blaine
not that there’s anything wrong with that!!!! you can have a pic of my toes if you want, I was just trying to lighten the mood and it was the first random thing that came to mind. I do not judge and you can see my toes if that appeals to you

From Blaine
kurt?

From Kurt
I really love you. 

From Blaine
:D I really love you too! now please tell me what you want so I can give it to you

From Kurt
Maybe just shirtless? For now?

The picture came through so quickly that Kurt sat straight up in bed. He’d expected a little warning, or for Blaine to take a minute to snap the photo.

From Blaine
is that okay?? I took it as soon as you asked for a photo but I didn’t want to send it yet in case you just wanted, like, me blowing a kiss or something, idk

From Kurt
Hold on a sex and let me look. 

From Kurt
SEC. Ugggh autocorrect. :/

From Blaine
lol! holding on. hope you like ♥

Kurt quickly tapped on the photo to view it full size, and drew in a breath at the image on his screen. Blaine had taken the photo in the full-length mirror on the back of his bedroom door, so he was visible from head to toe, stripped to the waist, a pair of charcoal gray pajama pants riding low on his hips. His head was tilted to the side, most of his face hidden by his phone, but Kurt could see the edge of his smile, and it made him feel warm all over. Sure, the boy in the picture was hot — so hot, his brain interrupted — and shirtless, but most of all he was Blaine.

Kurt dragged his fingers across the picture to zoom in, starting from the top and working his way down. He admired the shape of Blaine’s shoulders — he’d wrapped his arms around them so many times, or rested his head on one, had even timidly given Blaine a shoulder rub once back at Dalton, when he’d been stressed about an exam. He knew the width of them, and how strong they felt, how solid.

Kurt hadn’t known how golden the skin there would look in the dim light of Blaine’s bedroom, how much he would want to press his fingers to the muscles there, and slide them along to where Blaine’s shoulders met his neck, and then down to trace along his clavicle. He hadn’t known how much he’d want to follow the path of his hands with his lips, to dip his tongue into the tiny shadows in the hollows of Blaine’s collarbone.

He moved further down the image and Kurt saw Blaine’s nipples — smaller and darker than his own, and he couldn’t tell for sure, but he thought they were hard. And huh, that excited him more than he’d expected. He brushed a finger lightly over a nipple in the picture and huffed in annoyance when the photo moved along with his touch, then swallowed hard when he found himself staring at Blaine’s abs and hips.

Kurt had always hated the term “happy trail,” but he thought he was starting to understand it — the thin, dark, silky-looking hair leading down down down from Blaine’s navel looked like a very happy place to be, and he wondered how Blaine would respond if he ran his fingers through it. Thought about licking along the trail, starting at Blaine’s waistband and working his way up, dragging his tongue against the grain, the way the hair would stick wetly against Blaine’s skin. What if he licked back down after that, starting at Blaine’s tight nipples, slipping down to trace the lines of his shifting stomach muscles with his lips and tongue, then down further to that trail of hair again…

From Blaine
um I hope this is a good thunderous silence…….

From Kurt
Sorry! I got a little caught up looking. 

From Blaine
so a good silence? :)

From Kurt
Very good silence. 

From Kurt
You’re gorgeous, it’s ridiculous. 

From Blaine
oh shhh you’ll make me blush. but thank you. I’m glad you like the pic. 

From Kurt
Thank you for sending it and not thinking I’m creepy. 

From Blaine
never!!! I love you. and hey I’d want to look at you too you know, I don’t think it’s creepy at all. 

From Kurt
Is that a hint? ;)

From Blaine
….is that an offer? :O

Kurt pulled off his pajama top and snapped a quick shot of himself. He intentionally cut off his face — he could feel the heat in his cheeks and knew he had to be beet red, but Blaine had sent him a picture and it was only fair — and made sure the photo stopped above the obvious, embarrassing bulge in the front of his pajama pants that he’d been trying to ignore. 

From Kurt
Here. If you ever show this to anyone I will deny that’s it me until the day I die. 

From Blaine
you’re perfect.

From Kurt
If I am it’s only because I caught it from you. 

From Blaine
that sounds like something I would say! aww, seeing me shirtless has made you cheesy. 

From Kurt
No, it’s made me horny. 

From Kurt
Oh god I can’t believe I just said that. 

From Kurt
Please disregard. 

From Kurt
That was my evil twin, I hoped you’d never meet him. 

From Kurt
I’m going to bed. I love you! Good night!

From Blaine
whoaaa hey wait you could tell me more about that if you wanted 

From Blaine
oh okay that’s fine too

From Blaine
but if you wanted to talk about it you know you can always tell me anything!

From Kurt
I SAID GOODNIGHT! (xoxo)

From Blaine
ilu xx

Kurt sighed in relief at Blaine’s last message. He’d lost his mind for a second there, and thank god Blaine was willing to drop it before he’d ended up completely humiliating himself.

And it was with that feeling of gratitude that Kurt opened the photo again (I wonder if Blaine’s looking at my picture right now), slid a hand into his pajama pants, gave his aching cock four firm strokes (oh, god… is he doing this, too?), and came, shuddering, with Blaine’s name on his lips.
 
————

Seeing Blaine at school the next day was… sort of surprising, Kurt thought, because nothing seemed different. And really, he knew that was because nothing was different. 

(Well, Kurt might have snuck a peek at a shirtless Blaine in the locker room after gym, just as a refresher for his brain, that was certainly different — and nobody caught him looking, thank god — but he just couldn’t resist the opportunity. Not after the serious quality time he’d put in studying Blaine’s picture, trying to commit every line and curve and muscle to memory.) 

But otherwise, things were still just the same, despite the — in his mind, at least — paradigm-shifting events of the night before. He’d gotten a picture of Blaine with his shirt off (and sent a corresponding photo of his own) and admitted it turned him on (and then jerked off over it, even, oh god), and the world had kept right on turning; Blaine was still Blaine. Still his Blaine, who smiled at him like the sun coming out and tangled their fingers together in the hallway when nobody was looking. Kurt wasn’t sure what he had expected to happen, but to his relief, Blaine didn’t even mention the photos all day.

During rehearsal for West Side Story that evening, Blaine practiced his dance moves over and over in clingy yoga pants, while Kurt pretended not to stare at his ass (it’s so round, I just want to get it in my hands and squeeze, what would he do if I smacked it, I bet it feels like a peach) and thought about text messages and photographs and bare, silky skin.

————

That night, as they were finishing up their skincare routine, there was a lull in the conversation. Blaine had just finished telling Kurt about a weird, vaguely antagonistic comment Finn had made to him in geometry, and after being appropriately sympathetic, Kurt decided it was time for a more interesting topic. 

“So…I really liked the picture you sent me last night,” he said softly. 

“I’m glad.” He could practically hear Blaine beaming through the phone. “I liked yours, too. Your skin looks so soft, I kind of really wished I could touch it through the screen.”

Kurt sucked in a breath. 

“Sorry,” Blaine said quickly. “Too much?”

“No.”

“Okay, good. That’s good. Sometimes it’s a fine line between ‘compliment’ and ‘creepy’ and I’d prefer to be on the right side of that line,” Blaine chuckled.

Kurt smiled. Blaine made it so easy, and he was so cute and hot and damn, Kurt was lucky. 

“I’m not sure if you could be on the wrong side of the line with me if you tried,” Kurt admitted. “You’re special that way.”

“You’re special in every way,” Blaine countered. 

“Oh, well. Now you’ve crossed the cheese line from Brie into lacy Swiss, which means it’s time for this call to end before you devolve into Velveeta,” Kurt said, blushing a little.

“Hey now,” Blaine laughed. “Don’t tease me for being sappy about my boyfriend, have you met him? He’s amazing.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Kurt. Even when you make fun of me.”

“Blaine? I really liked the picture.”

Blaine sighed happily. “Thanks.”

“Goodnight, love.”

“‘Night.”

From Kurt
Blaine. 

From Blaine
aha! sudden craving for Velveeta after all?

From Kurt
Not exactly, no. Just…

From Blaine
???

From Kurt
Ask me how much I liked the picture, Blaine.

From Blaine
…..how much did you like the picture, kurt?

From Kurt
So much. So, so much. 

From Blaine
and why’s that?

From Kurt
Because you’re really sexy. 

From Blaine
yeah? :)

From Kurt
Yeah…

From Blaine
you’re sexy too

From Blaine
you have no idea how gorgeous you are 

From Kurt
Will you send me another picture?

From Blaine
sure, do you want the same kind of thing?

From Kurt
Maybe…more?

From Kurt
If you’re comfortable with that, I mean.

From Blaine
I’m always comfortable with you ♥

From Blaine
what do you want to see now? I don’t want to get ahead of myself here.

From Kurt
Give me a minute?

From Blaine
I assure you, I’m not going anywhere 

Kurt took a deep breath. Blaine was obviously willing — maybe even eager — to show him whatever he wanted. So… what did he want to see?

From Kurt
Will you take your pants off?

From Blaine
oh. 

From Blaine
yes.

From Kurt
You can leave your underwear on, if you want. 

From Blaine
I kind of wasn’t wearing any….I can put some on if you want

From Kurt
No. 

From Kurt
I mean, you can if you’d rather.

From Kurt
But…I wouldn’t mind if you didn’t. 

From Blaine
oh, kurt. 

From Blaine
is this going where I think it’s going?

From Kurt
Maybe. 

From Kurt
Is that okay?

From Blaine
YES

From Blaine
I mean. yes. very much okay. 

From Blaine
soooo…picture time? :)

From Kurt
Can I see your ass?

From Blaine
oh

From Kurt
Oh?

From Blaine
not a bad oh! I just assumed…well, let’s just say you almost just got a surprise picture of something else. 

Kurt couldn’t help but laugh at that. He certainly wouldn’t be upset with a picture of — god, any part of Blaine, and it was comforting to see that he wasn’t the only one who was maybe a little wound up, he thought, giving his half-hard dick a quick squeeze through his pajama pants. But right now, his focus was very much on his boyfriend’s smoking hot ass, and damn, Kurt wanted to see it. 

From Kurt
Well that wouldn’t have been unwelcome, but I kind of really want to see your ass. I’ve been thinking about it since rehearsal. 

From Blaine
you have?!

From Kurt
Did you really not notice me staring? Those stupid pants you had on were very distracting. 

From Blaine
I like those pants :)

From Kurt
Me too, they looked amazing on you. But I’m pretty sure you’ll look even better without them so…

From Blaine
hold on, trying to figure out how to do this

Two unbearably long minutes later, Kurt’s phone vibrated with a new message. 

From Blaine
how’s this?

Kurt held his breath and tapped on the attached photo. He groaned at the image on the screen and then clapped a hand over his mouth.

Just like he’d done the night before, Blaine had taken this picture in the mirror. One hand was braced against the wall, the other holding his phone over his shoulder as he twisted his body to see what he was doing. The result was stunning — the picture showed him from his neck to halfway down the backs of his calves, every inch of him lush and golden and so, so naked.

From Kurt
Oh my god you have to give me a minute. Or five minutes. 

From Blaine
you okay?

From Kurt
Yes. Now hold on, I’m savoring this. 

From Blaine
Mmm I love it when you savor me

Kurt opened the picture back up and just stared, letting his eyes wander along Blaine’s body at will. The sinuous musculature of his upper back. The dimples on either side of the base of Blaine’s spine that Kurt suddenly wanted to dig his thumbs into. The way his ribs tapered to his narrow waist. And his ass. His stunning, perfect, naked ass. 

It was curved and thick and looked so firm, the cheeks standing high, soft shadows below them where they met with his lean, beautiful thighs. The angle of the photo somehow served to emphasize the cleft between Blaine’s cheeks, and Kurt’s cock stiffened when he imagined running his fingers along the groove and down, down, down…

With a shaky breath, Kurt pushed his pajama pants off his hips and palmed his dick through his black briefs. 

From Kurt
God, Blaine. 

From Blaine
good? 

From Kurt
I kind of want to put my hands all over you. 

From Blaine
……you should

From Blaine
I want you to

From Kurt
Are you still naked?

From Blaine
yes

Kurt felt hot all over. He closed his eyes for a minute to try and get himself under control, then reconsidered. Maybe control was overrated. Instead, he slipped his hand into his briefs and wrapped his fingers lightly around his cock and began to stroke himself, as slowly as he could stand. If he was going to do this, he wanted it to last. Wanted Blaine to tell him gorgeous filthy secrets before he comes. Before they come. 

From Kurt
fuck

From Blaine
Kurt?

From Kurt
you make me crazy 

From Blaine
are you…

From Blaine
Kurt are you touching yourself?

From Kurt
if I say yes will you do it too?

From Blaine
omg

From Blaine
yes, yes I will 

From Kurt
do it.

From Blaine
oh my god, Kurt

From Kurt
are you touching yourself?

From Blaine
yes 

From Kurt
go slow

From Kurt
can I tell you a secret?

From Blaine
of course 

From Kurt
I did this last night after you sent me that pic

From Kurt
I couldn’t help it

From Kurt
I wanted to touch you so badly

From Blaine
you can, I love how you touch me

From Blaine
I wish I could kiss you right now

From Blaine
fuck I’m so hard

From Kurt
let me see????

Kurt froze the instant he hit “Send.” Did he really just flat-out ask his boyfriend for a picture of his cock? Jesus. Well, then again, it was probably no worse than asking to see his ass. Unless it was. He should probably apologize. 

From Kurt
please baby I want to see you

Oops. 

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and took a few deep breaths, his hand stilled on his cock. A minute later his phone vibrated in his hand, and his eyes flew open. He hissed out a breath between clenched teeth when he saw what Blaine had sent. 

From Blaine
I wish this was your hand

Kurt tapped on the photo with shaking fingers to pull it up to full-size. Oh. It was a close-up shot of Blaine’s flushed cock, Blaine’s fingers — fingers that Kurt had laced his own through so many times, fingers that had threaded into his hair and brushed against his cheek, fingers he had kissed, oh fuck — wrapped tightly around it. Blaine’s thumb rested against the head near the slit, and Kurt could just make out the light, slick sheen of moisture smeared there. Kurt’s hand jerked on his erection before he made the conscious decision to let it, and he choked back a moan as he felt the wetness of his own pre-come, imagining it was Blaine’s leaking cock in his grip, that Blaine’s nimble fingers — oh, Kurt would never be able to watch Blaine play piano again with any semblance of dignity — were wrapped around him. 

From Kurt
Jesus Christ 

From Blaine
you like?

From Kurt
I WANT

From Kurt
want to wrap my hand around it and make you feel so good

From Kurt
you look perfect I need to feel you

From Blaine
fuck fuck fuck

From Blaine
I’m close….I can’t 

From Blaine
please kurt

Kurt hastily shoved his briefs down his thighs and aimed the camera at his swollen cock, suddenly desperate for Blaine to see him, too. He barely managed to keep his hand still, the picture slightly out of focus, but he shivered and panted and sent it anyway.

From Blaine
omgg baby

From Blaine
so hot

From Blaine
I want to suck you oh god PLEAsE

From Blaine
in my mouth, I wanna taste your cock and make you come

From Blaine
let me?

From Kurt
yes yes now please now

From Blaine
I’m gonna come I have to

From Blaine
come with me

“Fuck,” Kurt gasped out, dropping the phone to cover his mouth with his left hand as his right stroked hard and fast, every muscle in his body tense, winding tighter and tighter until he suddenly flashed on the image Blaine had described, Blaine’s pretty lips stretched wide around his cock, his tongue flicking into the slit and Kurt spasmed and groaned and came helplessly, hot and wet and sticky all over his fingers and thighs.

From Kurt
…..

From Blaine
wow omg

From Blaine
I love you btw 

From Blaine
not because of this I mean, although wow 

From Blaine
but I just love you ♥

From Blaine
are you okay?

From Kurt
Love you too, so much.

From Kurt
Extremely okay. Just a little sticky. 

From Blaine
haha me too :D

Kurt had just had a really good orgasm, okay, and could absolutely not be held accountable for the next text he sent. 

From Kurt
Show me?

From Blaine
awww I already mopped up!! I’m sorry :(

From Kurt
Damn those tissues on your nightstand.

From Blaine
now you know my secret ;)

From Kurt
I’d already figured out that secret, Blaine. I’m not THAT innocent. 

From Blaine
so I see :D

From Kurt
Shut up or we’re never doing that again. 

From Blaine
my lips are sealed 

From Kurt
Oh I’m not sure that’s necessary.

From Kurt
Probably there’s something else you could do with your mouth to keep you quiet. 

From Blaine
Kurt Hummel!!!!!! :O

From Kurt
Yes, exactly. 

From Blaine
lol. I love you. 

From Kurt
I love you too. Call you tomorrow?

From Blaine
I’ll be waiting by the phone!

From Kurt
I bet you will. ;)

————

The next morning was cool and overcast, leaving Kurt’s bedroom dark enough that he slept in well past his usual wake-up time. Thank god it’s Saturday, Kurt thought as he stretched lazily in bed. He had time to take a hot, leisurely shower and lounge around before West Side Story rehearsal that afternoon, and there was a bunch of stuff on the DVR he wanted to watch. Maybe Blaine could come over and they could—

Blaine.

Kurt threw off his comforter and leapt out of bed, reaching for his phone and knocking it to the floor in his haste. He cursed under his breath and snatched it up, trying to stay calm as he opened his text messages. Surely he was just remembering a dream. A very vivid, very sexy dream. 

Or, y’know, not. He scrolled through the messages quickly, feeling a blush creeping up his neck as he was reminded of the things he’d said, and the pictures they’d exchanged. He felt like he’d been drunk last night, on adrenaline or lust or maybe just Blaine, and it had made him bold. Maybe too bold?

Not that he hadn’t enjoyed it. No, he’d really, really enjoyed it. He flipped back through the photos Blaine had sent him and bit back a smile as he made his way from Thursday’s relatively innocent shirtless shot to the more provocative picture of Blaine naked from behind — his dick twitched at that one and Kurt resolutely ignored it — to the downright pornographic image of Blaine’s hand wrapped around his hard (thick, gorgeous, really… perfect, actually, and fuck, I still want to touch it even though I am incredibly embarrassed right now) cock. 

Okay, so. Blaine. He’d said he’d call Blaine. He should do that. He definitely should call his boyfriend, his gorgeous boyfriend who he loves and who he’d gotten off with by sexting last night, oh god, and who was definitely — because he’s Blaine and that’s how he operates — going to want to talk about it. Which sounded like an absolutely terrible idea. 

From Kurt
Hi. 

From Kurt
Are you awake?

From Blaine
a little bit

From Blaine
hi baby :)

From Kurt
I’m going to call you in a minute.

From Blaine
good! but you don’t actually have to notify me in advance you know

From Kurt
I know, just — can we not talk about last night?

From Blaine
oh no, are you okay? are you upset?? :(

From Kurt
No, I’m okay.

Kurt paused, then—

From Kurt
I liked it. A lot. 

From Kurt
It’s just, you know, heat of the moment is one thing but it’s different now and I might die of embarrassment if you make us dissect things. 

From Blaine
don’t die!! if you promise you’re okay i promise not to bring it up ♥

From Kurt
I promise. Love you. 

“Mmm, hey, I love you too,” Blaine answered the phone, his voice thick with sleep and affection, which was sexy in a way Kurt hadn’t been entirely prepared for. “How are you?”

“I’m, uh…great,” Kurt said, letting out a nervous laugh. “How are you?”

“Excellent, actually. I had the most amazing dream last night. You and I—”

“Blaine!” Kurt yelped. “You promised!”

“—were partners on The Amazing Race, and we were in Paris…it was really… romantic? You were wearing this amazing outfit…uh, is that… okay?”

“Oh,” Kurt said softly, his cheeks flaming. “Yes.”

“Gosh, Kurt, what did you think I was going to say?” Blaine asked sweetly, and they both cracked up. 

The tension sufficiently eased, they chatted for a few more minutes, until Blaine had to go see what his mother needed so badly that she wouldn’t stop knocking on his bedroom door — apparently she would be requiring Blaine’s presence at some charity brunch she had helped to organize, so Blaine reluctantly passed on Kurt’s offer of a Top Model marathon and promised to see him at rehearsal later. “Love you so much,” he said as they hung up.

Kurt grinned the whole way into the shower. His boyfriend was awesome.

————

Kurt parked next to Blaine’s car when he arrived at the school for rehearsal at three. He slipped into the auditorium and caught Blaine’s eye immediately, and if he went a little goofy with love when Blaine shot  him a brilliant smile and mouthed “hi” over Artie’s head — Artie was in full director mode, arms gesturing wildly — who could blame him?

They ran through the entire show twice, pausing occasionally for suggestions from Coach Beiste and Ms. Pillsbury or criticism from Artie. Kurt nailed his parts, of course, and on the second run-through he even managed not to cringe when Blaine kissed Rachel (I assure you, Blaine had told him last week, nuzzling into his neck, I am still very much gay, and also very much in love with you, don’t worry about it), and the few moments he had to actually speak to his boyfriend were — thank god — not at all awkward, so by the time rehearsal finally ended, Kurt was feeling pretty great about life.

Blaine took his hand as they headed to the parking lot, and they walked in comfortable silence to their cars. Kurt squeezed Blaine’s fingers when they reached his Volvo. 

“So,” Kurt said. “Are you going home, or…?”

“Yeah, I think I’d better,” Blaine said, looking a little woeful. “I feel like I barely got to see you today, but I’m tired and I kind of got really sweaty in there and I definitely need to shower and then possibly collapse dramatically on my bed.” He faced Kurt and grabbed his other hand, twining their fingers together. “Is that all right?”

“It’s fine,” Kurt said softly, meeting Blaine’s wide, earnest eyes with a small smile. He rubbed his thumb lightly against the inside of Blaine’s wrist, where his skin was thin and soft and warm. “It’s been a long day.”

“Yeah,” Blaine breathed, leaning up to press a kiss to Kurt’s cheek. Feeling daring, Kurt turned his head quickly to catch Blaine’s kiss on the lips instead, and was rewarded with Blaine’s smile against his mouth and a second quick, sweet peck before Blaine pulled back and scanned the parking lot — pretty much deserted. 

“Oops, sorry,” Kurt said sheepishly. “I forgot where we were, I suppose.”

“Please never apologize for kissing me,” Blaine said, brushing his fingers lightly over Kurt’s lips and smiling when Kurt quickly kissed the pad of his index finger.

“Go home, sweetheart,” Kurt said. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay, okay,” Blaine said. “Bye, Kurt.”

“Goodbye, Blaine,” Kurt said with a fond laugh, gently pushing him toward the car.

Kurt walked around the back of Blaine’s car, hitting the remote to open the door of his Navigator. He was just about to climb into the driver’s seat when he heard footsteps behind him and spun around to see Blaine slipping into the space between their cars. 

“Kurt,” he said desperately, and before Kurt could answer, Blaine threw his arms around his neck and kissed him — his lips soft and warm and familiar, but somehow hungry in a way that felt new, a way that made Kurt’s stomach twist.  Blaine pulled Kurt’s bottom lip into his mouth and bit it lightly, and Kurt reacted instantly, grabbing Blaine’s hips to steady himself and then pulling him closer until their bodies were flush. Blaine gasped into Kurt’s mouth at the contact, and Kurt took the opportunity to slide his tongue into Blaine’s open mouth, licking behind his teeth and letting out a tiny moan when Blaine’s tongue met his own, sweet, teasing brushes that made him shiver. When Blaine closed his lips around Kurt’s tongue and sucked, it sent a shock of desire through Kurt’s entire body and his hands instinctively slid around to Blaine’s ass to bring their hips closer. Blaine groaned and bucked against him once, the hard line of his cock unmistakable as it pressed into Kurt’s thigh, before breaking the kiss with a sharp intake of breath and sliding his hands down to rest between them against Kurt’s chest.

“Okay,” Blaine gasped. “Sorry.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and held Blaine’s hands more firmly to his chest, where his heart was still pounding in what felt like triple-time.

“Feel that? That would be me, definitely not complaining,” Kurt said, his voice raspier than he’d expected. Blaine seemed to notice, too, and his eyes widened slightly as they dropped to Kurt’s mouth. He flicked them back up again and met Kurt’s eyes, looking at him with such tenderness that Kurt bit his lip.

“What?” he asked, lifting a hand to cup Blaine’s cheek. “Why do you look like that?”

“I just…Kurt, I know I said I wouldn’t talk about la—”

Kurt silenced Blaine with a swift, hard kiss. 

“That’s right, you did. You promised, actually, and you always keep your promises,” he said. 

“I know! No, I wasn’t going to say anything about that, I just—” Blaine broke off, and even in the dimly-lit parking lot, Kurt could see him blush, “I didn’t mean for things to get so intense right there… I just… really needed to be close to you.”

Kurt managed — barely — not to swoon, and wrapped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders, pulling him into an embrace and sighing softly when Blaine ducked his head to nuzzle under Kurt’s jaw and press his nose into his neck. Kurt slipped a hand up to touch the escaped curls at Blaine’s temple, and Blaine hummed happily. 

“Like this?” Kurt asked. 

“Like this,” Blaine whispered. 

So they stood there together, and listened to each other breathe, and fell in love just a little bit more.

————

Eventually, Kurt and Blaine both managed to make it into their cars and head home. Blaine begged out of their nightly skincare ritual — I’m too tired to deal with it, I’ll exfoliate extra tomorrow, he’d promised — and simply sent Kurt a sweet goodnight text before bed. Kurt replied with a million x’s and o’s (approximately), and fell asleep smiling.

————

Months ago, Kurt had become resigned to the fact that he missed Blaine when they weren’t together. It seemed silly, sometimes, to miss him in the space of a few hours, when he considered all the years he’d spent never even knowing Blaine existed, or the four exhilirating-slash-exhausting months he’d spent in love with him, waiting for Blaine’s brain to catch up to his heart (you’re the best friend I’ve ever had Blaine had drunkenly mumbled into his shoulder the night of Rachel’s disastrous party, his arms wound tightly around Kurt’s waist, and Kurt had wanted to cry or kiss him or possibly kill him in that moment). 

Despite having managed to survive all of that — or maybe, Kurt sometimes mused, because he had survived all of that — Kurt still missed Blaine when he wasn’t around. Having an incredible boyfriend to hold and kiss and love was kind of the best thing ever, and Blaine had become such an integral part of his life since they’d gotten together that when he wasn’t there, his absence was impossible to ignore. Kurt had sometimes bristled at the term “partner,” feeling like it was a consolation prize for gay people who couldn’t be “husbands” or “wives,” but Blaine really was his partner, their lives a shared endeavor in which they each had an equal stake. And maybe it was crazy to feel that kind of certainty at eighteen, but Kurt just couldn’t find it in himself to care. He’d been called worse things.

So, yes, Kurt was used to missing Blaine when they were apart. He wasn’t, however, used to missing Blaine when they were together, which made Sunday… interesting. They had no West Side Story rehearsal for once, so Blaine came over after lunch to spend the rest of the day with Kurt. They curled up together on the couch and made their way through Kurt’s backlog of DVR’d reality TV. It was cozy and innocent — his Dad and Carole and Finn were all in and out of the room a dozen times, it couldn’t be anything but innocent — and Kurt was absolutely losing his mind with how much it wasn’t enough, how much he wanted to be alone, to strip Blaine out of his aggravating cuddly sweater and the stupid shirt underneath it and his obnoxiously well-fitting jeans and press his face into Blaine’s warm bare skin and just — inhale him. 

Hmm. Maybe it wasn’t so much missing Blaine as it was craving him. But whatever it was, it was torturous, and Blaine wasn’t helping. He’d never had much regard for the concept of personal space, which had been confusing before they started dating and utterly delightful once they had, but today he was out of control. Every time Kurt moved, Blaine was right there, tucking his cold toes between Kurt’s sock-covered feet or pressing a kiss to his cheek or absently running his fingers up and down Kurt’s bicep. When Kurt got up to get them drinks, Blaine even followed him to the kitchen, all smiles and wide sparkling eyes and naked under his clothes and why couldn’t Kurt stop thinking about that? He remembered what his dad told him — once you start doing it you’re not gonna wanna stop — and almost laughed, because apparently he didn’t even have to fully start to not want to stop. He was tempted to just drag Blaine up to his room so they could do… something, whatever they could manage with the door open, but Kurt was not about to let them lose their virginities — oh god, and that’s what I want, isn’t it? — in some hurried, hoping-not-to-get-caught haze of lust, no matter how much he maybe kind of really wanted to.

They both deserved better than that.

————

Sunday was admittedly frustrating, but not without its charms. 

Monday, on the other hand, was frustrating, full stop. Blaine — who had hit new levels of delectable in a beautifully-fitted gray-striped cardigan — cut half the day to drive to Dalton so he could invite the Warblers to opening night of West Side Story, and Kurt couldn’t go with him because he had a test in French, which meant they didn’t get to eat lunch together. Blaine made it back in time for rehearsal, which was good, but rehearsal itself was a nightmare; Artie wanted to totally rework “America” and Rachel was suddenly a seething ball of nerves and anxiety, mumbling about “authenticity” and Method acting and god knew what else. Kurt was pretty sure that the only pleasant part of the evening had been Blaine’s dropped open mouth and flushed cheeks when he saw Kurt in his Officer Krupke uniform that Kurt had finally finished tailoring (because the fit in the shoulders had initially been a boxy, unflattering catastrophe), but that hadn’t necessarily helped with the frustration, all things considered. 

Neither had the quick, warm kiss goodbye Blaine pressed onto his mouth in the parking lot, or the thin layer of sweat on Blaine’s neck that made Kurt’s fingers slip against his skin when he tilted Blaine’s head up for another one, or the small, needy sound Blaine had made when they pulled apart.

Nothing was really helping with the frustration at all.

————

They only made it two minutes into their skincare routine that night before Kurt cracked, interrupting Blaine in the middle of a sentence. 

“Oh my god, Blaine, I think I am actually losing my mind,” he blurted out. 

“I beg your pardon?” Blaine replied automatically, and if Kurt were a little less tense he would’ve laughed, because Blaine’s politeness could always be counted on to go through the roof when he was confused or nervous (in this case, maybe both). Instead, he took a breath and pressed on. 

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Well, us, really,” Kurt said. “You know.”

“Actually, I’m not sure that I do,” Blaine said carefully. “Could you be a little more specific?”

Kurt sighed and abandoned his skincare products entirely, throwing himself across his bed and slowly unbuttoning his pajama top. He paused once he’d gotten all of the buttons undone, running his palm lightly along the strip of exposed skin down the center of his torso. 

“Sex, Blaine. I can’t stop thinking about us and sex. Specifically, us having sex.”

“Oh,” Blaine said softly. “That’s… I think about it, too.”

“I think… soon, don’t you? I mean, um, maybe not everything, but something,” Kurt said, sitting up on the bed and shrugging off his pajama top. “I think we’re ready.”

“Okay,” Blaine said, sounding a little breathless. “If you wanted to, I would… want to. But only if you’re ready, Kurt. I want it to be right.”

“It will be,” Kurt said, he smiled, knowing it was true. “Because it’s us… it’s you and me, and that’s — I think that’s always right.” 

“Fuck, I love you,” Blaine rushed out. “You know that, right? I don’t just say it to say it, and I’m not just saying it because you want to — I just, I just really love you,” he finished with an awed-sounding laugh. 

“I know,” Kurt said as he stood up and pushed his pajama pants and briefs off his hips, stepping out of the puddle they made on the floor to stand in front of his full-length mirror. He looked himself in the eye, standing there pale and long and naked and, to his surprise, completely unashamed. “Hold on a second, okay?”

Kurt took a deep breath, held up his phone, snapped a picture, and opened up a new message.

From Kurt
Tell me what you want to do.

“Still there?” Kurt asked.

“Of course. I’m holding on, like you said,” Blaine replied. 

“Check your texts,” Kurt suggested, feeling a blush crawl up his neck. He hadn’t really considered the moments in-between — he’d imagined going pretty much directly from sending the photo to (hopefully) having Blaine moaning in his ear. Maybe it’s a really good thing we’re doing this over the phone, we can work out the some of the nerves ahead of time, Kurt thought, and then Blaine gasped, and Kurt forgot to be nervous.

“Oh my god, Kurt,” Blaine said, his voice low and heated in a way that made Kurt’s eyelashes flutter. 

“You’re going to have to delete that later,” Kurt said quickly. “I don’t want to destroy my future career before I even get started.”

“You must be kidding,” Blaine breathed. “You could launch a career— you could launch like a thousand careers, I mean… my god, Kurt, you look like you should be carved out of marble, your arms and your skin and just… fuck.”

Kurt smiled as he walked back to his bed and stretched out on his back, feeling flushed in a good way. He idly trailed his fingers up and down his thigh and waited for Blaine to finish talking. Then—

“You know, Blaine, I believe I asked you to do something for me.”

“You… oh,” Blaine said, sounding flustered. “You asked what I wanted to do.”

“Mm, I did,” Kurt said teasingly. I think I like him flustered. “Do you want to tell me?”

“I really do — God, Kurt, hold on a second, please,” Blaine said, and Kurt heard a furious rustling of fabric at the other end of the line, and bit his lip at the visual in his head. 

“Are you taking your clothes off?” Kurt asked quietly. 

“Yes.”

“I want to see.”

He heard Blaine suck in a shaky breath before he whispered, “okay.”

Kurt pulled his phone away from his ear and waited. A few seconds later, a text from Blaine came through, and he tapped it eagerly to pull up the photo, which showed Blaine from chest to knees, sprawled half-upright on his bed with legs akimbo (I want to lick his thighs, I want to suck them and bite them and leave marks all over them), one arm behind him, bracing him up. Centered in the picture was Blaine’s cock, fully erect and looking so appealing that Kurt’s mouth actually, literally flooded with saliva. He quickly put the phone back to his ear, dying to tell Blaine exactly what he wanted to do to him. 

“You look so good,” Kurt said, his heart beating fast. “You’re so hot and you’re so — God, you look so hard, your cock looks so hard—”

“It is,” Blaine interrupted, his words coming out in a rush. “You make me so hard, Kurt, all the time, without even meaning to, and then the other night, and now you sent me that picture, and… fuck, you’re so hot and I love you and I just — I want to touch you so much sometimes.”

Kurt shivered at the pure need in Blaine’s voice — he sounded almost desperate, and Kurt thought it was possibly the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. His cock twitched and Kurt grabbed it quickly and squeezed at the base. He wasn’t anywhere close to finished with this conversation. 

“C’mon, Blaine,” he coaxed. “Tell me more. If I was there right now, if we had all night and you could do anything to me, what would you want to do?”

“I’d want to kiss you, first,” Blaine whispered hoarsely. “I don’t think I could ever kiss you enough. Your lips are so soft, and the way you use your tongue is so sexy, it turns me on so much.”

“Mmm, I love kissing you, too. What then?”

“I’d kiss down your neck… and then down your chest… your stomach…” Blaine paused, suddenly hesitant. 

“I know what you want, Blaine. You told me the other night. Tell me again.”

“I’d suck your cock,” Blaine groaned. “I’d just… I think just the tip at first, just to taste you. I think about it all the time, what you’d taste like. It makes me — God, Kurt, it makes me feel hungry for it.”

Kurt didn’t even try to hold back the moan that tore out of him at Blaine’s words. He licked his fingers and rubbed them over the head of his cock,  lightly at first and then with more pressure, imagining Blaine’s warm, wet tongue doing the same, the way Blaine’s sweet mouth would fall open, lush and inviting, the way his lower lip would drag along Kurt’s cock and catch at the ridge of the head, the small sounds he would make, his eyelashes impossibly long and dark against his skin. 

“Then,” Blaine said, his breath coming more quickly, “I’d lick all the way down, and then back up… lick every inch of you and make you so hard for me and then take your gorgeous cock in my mouth and just suck you.”

Or maybe Blaine’s eyes would be open. He’d lie between Kurt’s thighs — or kneel at his feet, oh fuck, that’s even better — and look up at him, dazed and wanting, his eyes wide and dark, Kurt’s hands in his hair, guiding him. Kurt could press his hips forward and sink further into Blaine’s slick, hot mouth and Blaine would just take it, would want it. 

“Blaine,” Kurt gasped, licking his palm and finally beginning to stroke his cock, “baby, so good, you’re so good.”

“I wanna be good for you, wanna take you as deep as I can,” Blaine said, his voice rough. “Wanna… feel you hit the back of my throat… ahh, wanna… wanna make you come in my mouth, oh God, Kurt—”

“Don’t you dare come yet,” Kurt said through clenched teeth, and Blaine whined, a needy broken animal sound that almost made Kurt lose it on the spot. “I mean it,” he said, and slowed his stroking. “I haven’t told you what I want to do to you yet.”

“Please, baby, tell me,” Blaine begged. “Anything you want, you can do anything to me, please, I want you to.”

“Shh,” Kurt soothed, trying not to die, because Blaine was a panting mess at the other end of the line and Kurt did that and he felt powerful with it, powerful and so turned on that he could come in one second if he let himself. “It’s okay, I just want to make you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good,” Blaine babbled. “You —- I love you so much and I can’t wait to show you how much.”

“Blaine,” Kurt groaned, arousal and affection battling for dominance and leaving him helpless, “you trust me, right?”

“Completely,” Blaine whispered. 

“Let me see your ass again…. closer. As — as close as you can,” Kurt said pleadingly, hoping Blaine would understand what he wanted. 

“You want to see… everything?” Blaine asked, sounding breathless.

“Yes.”

“I — okay,” Blaine gasped, “just — hold on, hold on a second.”

Kurt held his hand still on his cock, just squeezing lightly, and breathed as deeply as he could manage. When his phone vibrated with a new message, he swallowed hard and tapped on the thumbnail image. As he did, he could hear Blaine, his voice sounding far away, saying “I was… you can probably… just, please—”

Kurt fumbled the phone and almost dropped it as the picture opened on his screen, slightly out-of-focus but impossible to mistake for anything other than what it was — a tight shot of Blaine’s ass, his hole appearing toward the bottom of the photo, framed by curvy cheeks. His hand was pulling one cheek to the side, opening him up, Blaine’s middle and index fingers pressing into the flesh just next to his entrance. His slick-looking fingers… slick and shiny like the skin there looked, like it was wet somehow, his hole, the skin there darker with a hint of warm dusky pink at his rim, the pressure of his fingers pulling it the tiniest bit open… and there was moisture there, as if he had… had he been? — oh, fuck.

“Oh my god, Blaine,” Kurt choked out, “did you — were you fingering yourself?”

Blaine whimpered. “Yes.”

Kurt heard his blood rushing in his ears, his whole body flooding with heat, and he struggled to hold on, stroking himself slowly, trying to make it last a little longer, to see just how far he could dare to take this. How far they would take it, together. 

“Don’t stop,” he hissed. “Keep doing it. Close your eyes and — and pretend it’s me. Those are my fingers. Do you want my fingers?”

He could see it in his mind, Blaine facedown on the bed, his knees tucked under him, ass in the air, Kurt running lube-wet fingers over his hole, stroking softly, teasing, and then pressing one in, just tight slick heat and Blaine gasping and pushing back into his touch. More, Kurt, give me more, he’d beg.

“Fuck, yes,” Blaine moaned. “I want — anything, everything, Kurt please…”

Then two fingers, sliding in and twisting, Blaine slowly opening up for him, Kurt’s other hand caressing and squeezing Blaine’s round, perfect ass, the flesh firm and hot in his palm, so tempting that Kurt would have no choice but to lean down and bite at his cheeks, then soothe the sting with soft wet kisses, working steadily down and inward, until… 

“Do you want my mouth? My tongue, can I — do you want me to lick you there?”

Blaine was making desperate sounds in his ear and Kurt could picture everything, and he knew he didn’t know what he was doing but he knew what he’d do. He’d slip his fingers out and Blaine would whine at the loss, but then Kurt would be spreading Blaine’s perfect asscheeks apart and burying his face between them, licking tenderly, slow, wet licks with the flat of his tongue over Blaine’s hole. He’d use his thumbs to pull the flesh there taut, to hold him open so he can lap hard at Blaine’s opening and press the tip of his tongue inside, to taste Blaine there, where he’s at his most primal, skin and heat and earth and male. 

“Kurt, God, yeah, I want it…but I want — please, baby, I want…”

“Tell me,” Kurt whispered, clinging desperately to his control. “You can — if you want it you can have it… just tell me.”

“I want you inside me,” Blaine nearly sobbed, “please Kurt, I want you to fuck me, please.”

“Oh god,” Kurt groaned. “I didn’t know… I thought you’d want to—”

“I’d do anything you wanted but that’s what I want,” Blaine gasped. “When I think about us that’s how I want it. Is that okay? Can we… like that?”

“Yes, yes,” Kurt said, panting and feeling the last vestiges of his control fading, “I want it like that, I want — I want to fuck you.”

He’s gripping Blaine’s hips as he sinks in from behind, Blaine arching and moaning, sweat on the back of his neck, the salty-sharp taste of his skin when Kurt bites lightly at his shoulder. Blaine shakes beneath him, and Kurt presses him down further, onto his stomach, and drapes himself over Blaine’s back, covers him completely, holds his wrists down and fucks into him slow and deep—

“Fuck, Kurt,” Blaine gritted out, “do it, I need it, I need to feel you, please—”

“I’m — yes, I’m… I know you’re ready for it,” Kurt said, barely able to believe the words that were coming out of his mouth but it was Blaine and he loved him and so he could say it. He started to pump his cock faster, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, the swell of his impending orgasm rising up like the tide and threatening to wash him away. “I’m going to — just… god, your ass, I… I want to feel you all around my cock, feel you just… take it.”

“Ohgodohgodohgod Kurt, Kurt…”

Maybe Kurt would lie on his back, Blaine riding him, Kurt’s hands on his tensing thighs. Blaine would throw his head back, and he’d look so beautiful like that, the long line of his throat exposed, his skin flushed, one hand wrapped around his own cock as he ground down onto Kurt, and Kurt would say—

“Oh Blaine, fuck, yes, you feel perfect, your ass is perfect, so hot and tight, you’re so good, you —oh — you’re gonna make me come.”

Blaine let out a single sharp cry and Kurt knew he was coming, could hear the small ah, ah, ah sounds he made between shuddering breaths and he saw it then with perfect clarity—

Blaine below him, dark curls on a crisp white pillowcase, his legs wrapped around Kurt’s waist as he writhes and moans and then goes boneless, wet warmth from his cock coating his fingers and both of their stomachs. Blaine’s eyes flutter open, bright and trusting, as Kurt kisses his cheeks and his jaw and his sweet, soft mouth, kisses him deep and messy and desperate, still driving into him, so close he can barely remember his own name, his head full of nothing but Blaine and love and yes when Blaine winds his arms around Kurt’s neck, pulls him closer and whispers in his ear—

“Come for me, Kurt, please.”

And with a gasp, Kurt obeyed; a flash of white behind his eyes and Blaine’s soft, awed voice in his ear as if from far away, sounding like music, like a prayer or a promise — I love you, oh my god, Kurt, I love you so much.

————

Kurt drifted for a minute, warm and sated and dizzy with love, which almost made him laugh, that a positively filthy phone call — and, admittedly, a phenomenal orgasm — had left him feeling like tiny glittery hearts were flying around his head, but there it was. He felt like singing, like singing a love song, something big and bright and loud, like screaming it out his bedroom window. Yeah something about, baby, you and I.

“Kurt?” Blaine asked, sounding worried. “Are you — are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, sorry,” Kurt said quickly, letting out a shaky breath. “I was just… basking in the afterglow, I guess.”

Blaine let out a soft sigh. “I wish I could bask with you. I’m suffering from a severe lack of cuddles right now.”

Kurt grabbed his pajama top and quickly wiped his hand and stomach, then dropped the top on the floor with a grimace, promising himself he’d get up and put it in the laundry basket soon. He kicked his comforter down and burrowed beneath it, still naked and feeling a little decadent. 

“I could go for some cuddles myself,” he admitted. “Afterglow must be significantly better when the other person is within snuggling range.”

“Mmm,” Blaine said, “you give good snuggles. Among other things.”

“Saucy,” Kurt said, and even after everything, he blushed a little. “I like it.”

“I like you,” Blaine answered, “actually, to be more accurate, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Kurt said softly. “I’m very much looking forward to sharing an afterglow with you. Among other things.”

“Oh,” Blaine chirped, suddenly sounding mischievous, “speaking of sharing things, I have something for you. Hang on a sec.”

Kurt waited, and a moment later his phone buzzed with a new message, which he clicked curiously, unable to tell what exactly he was looking at from the thumbnail. When the full-size picture popped up on his screen, he yelped, partially in shock and partially because his cock wanted to get hard again at the sight of Blaine licking come off his fingers, his cheeks flushed, his eyes positively sparkling.

“Blaine Anderson!”

“Oh my god, are you completely repulsed? I’m sorry! I thought you’d like it,” Blaine said, sounding horrified. 

“Repulsed? Uh, no, sweetheart, I’m impressed,” Kurt said, stretching his legs out in the bed. “I didn’t think you were capable of being that scandalous without my express permission.”

“I just try to be considerate! I still have my moments,” Blaine protested. 

“I know you do. I was just kidding. I look forward to seeing many more of your moments,” Kurt said, smiling, and then yawned so hugely his jaw cracked. “Oh, I think this afterglow is about to turn into a really good sleep.”

“Should I let you go?” Blaine asked. 

“Never.”

Blaine was quiet for a minute, but Kurt knew he was still there, could almost feel his soft smile through the phone. “I never will.”

“Good,” Kurt said simply. “That being said, yes, we should probably get off the phone so I can finish cleaning up and get my beauty sleep.”

“Unnecessary, but okay.”

“I love you, Blaine.”

“Love you more.”

“Doubt it.”

“Night, baby.”

“Goodnight.” Kurt whispered, and rolled over in bed, feeling a little sticky and a little sleepy and a whole lot in love. 

From Kurt
PS: I’m so glad it’s you. That it will be you.

From Blaine
oh, me too! I feel so lucky that I have you and that we’re in this together you know?

From Kurt
I know. 

From Blaine
are you nervous about it?

From Kurt
Actually… no. I just realized that I’m not. ♥

From Kurt
Are you?

From Blaine
totally! slightly petrified honestly. I have no idea what I’m doing and you kind of only get one shot at your first time, I don’t want to fuck it up

From Kurt
Aw, don’t be nervous. It’s about US, you know? You and me, and what’s better than us?!

From Blaine
absolutely nothing 

From Kurt
Exactly. 

From Blaine
Love you.

From Kurt
Love you too. 

From Kurt
Night baby. 

From Kurt
Oh, and Blaine?

From Blaine
yeah?

Kurt cast an appraising eye at his cock and gave it a few quick strokes with his hand, just enough to make it look presentable in a photo. He snapped a quick shot and sent it to Blaine. 

The caption?

From Kurt
COURAGE!!!

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