[FIC] Carry Your Shame 5/18

Rating: NC-17

Beta: Laura aka- gottriplets <3

Warnings: First time sex, blow jobs, exhibitionism, sexting, gay sex all around- the usual :) This chapter contains homophobic language and violence

Summary: Kurt doesn’t think the Blaine Anderson will ever notice him, so he’s not in the least bit prepared for what happens when he does. (My take on the whole Popular!Blaine, nerd!Kurt trope)

This was written for this GKM prompt, so go check it out and possibly leave me some love <3

Part 1//Part 2//Part 3//(Blaine interlude)//Part 4//Part 5//Part 6//Part 7//Part 8//Part 9//(Blaine Interlude 2)//Chapter 10//Chapter 11

Carry Your Shame Playlist (organized by chapter)

*Side note- anyone looking to track this, it will always be tagged as “Fic: Carry Your Shame”

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“Wake up, Sunshine,” Kurt said, once he’d pulled into Blaine’s driveway. It was almost eleven o’clock in the morning and Kurt was in desperate need of his own nap. He was hoping to drop Blaine off and head straight to his own warm bed at home. 

“You’re not coming in?” Blaine asked, still sleepy and sounding disappointed. He rubbed at his eyes and sent a sexy pout Kurt’s way. The bottom lip that he stuck out was just begging for Kurt to suck on it. 

“I should go home and get into bed,” Kurt admitted, trying to shake away his inappropriate lust. “If you’re still up for it, I could come over tonight,” he quickly added when Blaine’s eyes darkened and he looked at Kurt like he was Thanksgiving dinner. 

He hated his body for being so tired when the offer was clearly there for Kurt to go inside and spend more time with Blaine. Kurt was about to change his mind and agree to spending the rest of the day with Blaine, when his pout turned into a pleased smile. 

“Of course,” he said. “Tonight’s better anyway. I should probably shower. I smell like an ashtray.” 

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Kurt said, with a slight grimace. 

You smell good though, you always smell good,” Blaine said, shameless in his flirting. Kurt isn’t sure how he ever misread this before. “You know, if you’re not up for the real thing yet, we could have our own party. A test run of sorts, get you ready for an honest to God college party where you’re sure to be the most popular item on the menu.” 

“What do you mean?” he asked, picturing all of McKinley over at Blaine’s house. It wasn’t Kurt’s idea of a good time. He wanted to spend time with Blaine, not a bunch of kids that didn’t care for him in the slightest. 

“I mean you and me, no boys allowed, some delicious drinks, killer music and dancing. It’ll be fun.” 

“No boys, besides us, you mean,” Kurt laughed, wondering if Blaine was still slightly buzzed. 

“Right, boys are stupid and we shouldn’t date them. They should just be there to look at and play with if they are pretty enough, they don’t deserve us. Oh, and no girls either. Too many boobs for my taste. You get kind of tired of them when girls just flash them at you for no reason, it’s disgusting.” 

Blaine made a face liked he’d just watched a particularly gory scary movie. If that was the kind of thing that happened at parties, Kurt was glad he’d managed to avoid them. Although, the idea of lowered inhibitions, liquid courage, and Blaine dancing sounded too good to pass up. 

“I still can’t believe you’re gay,” Kurt said, thinking of all the times he’d been positive that Blaine was checking out a girl. 

“Why is it so hard to believe?” 

“You went on and on about how hot that girl was at the record store was,” Kurt said, defensively, feeling like he was being judged for not having an excellent gaydar. 

“I was talking about her boyfriend,” Blaine said with a roll of his eyes. “And gross, even if I was straight, her sweater was hideous.”

“Yes, but her skirt left nothing to the imagination,” he said. “I didn’t think you were taking the time to look at her sweater.” 

“I’m totally, 100% gay, I thought that was obvious,” Blaine explained. 

“No, it wasn’t obvious!” he said louder than he needed to. “Why did people act like I was going to give you leprosy for talking to you then?”

Kurt thought back to his conversations with Lauren about Blaine. How she’d always told him not to bother trying whenever he asked if Blaine was gay. He’d assumed that had meant Blaine was straight. He thought back to the dirty looks he got when he went to Blaine’s swim meets. The raised eyebrows he got from Puck and Sam whenever they passed him in the hallway. 

Nobody had openly said or done anything to him, but they had made it clear they would never be his friend. He’d put up with it. He’d even been grateful for it, because it was so much easier to manage than the abuse he’d dealt with at his old school. Now though, he knew Blaine was gay and it was okay. It bothered him. 

Kurt thought back to Finn’s own warnings to stay away from Blaine. It was even more insulting now than it had been before. 

“Who?” Blaine asked

“Who said something, Kurt?” Blaine repeated himself when he didn’t answer. “Was it Puck? Because I talked to him and asked him to leave you alone.” 

“Wait, what?” Kurt asked, surprised. So Puck really did have a problem with him, Kurt hadn’t made the whole thing up in his head? 

“Nothing,” Blaine said, quickly trying to brush it off, like he hadn’t said anything. “Who’s been bothering you?”

“Nobody,” he said, noticing how worked up Blaine was getting. He hadn’t wanted to start something.

Blaine gave him a stern glare that said he wasn’t going to give up until Kurt told him the whole story. 

“Everybody I guess,” Kurt said. “They aren’t mean, not like at my old school. They just, aren’t very welcoming. I just assumed it was because I was gay.” 

“Kurt, I’m gay, all of my friends know that I’m gay. Hell, half of them have drunkenly experimented with me at one point or another. They aren’t homophobic.” 

“So it’s just me they don’t like then,” Kurt said, rolling his eyes. “Great.” 

“I like you, okay?” Blaine said. 

Kurt didn’t miss the fact that Blaine didn’t bother denying what Kurt already knew. People hated him; he just wished he understood why. What was so different about Blaine? Why did he get to be popular while Kurt was just a freak? Sure, Blaine was on the swim team, but he still loved Broadway and read fashion magazines and dressed like he stepped out of a 1950s sitcom.  

“You got bullied at your old school pretty bad then?” Blaine asked, giving Kurt a sympathetic look that Kurt wanted to hate him for. 

Blaine didn’t get to sympathize with him when he clearly had the golden high school experience. Kurt couldn’t be upset with him though. He just looked too sincere; like he really did understand how hard it was for Kurt, even if that was impossible. 

“I had my first kiss stolen,” Kurt admits, not sure why it’s that confession that comes out of his mouth first. Of all the things he could tell Blaine, this is the most personal and he’s not really sure why he’s said it. He’s never even told his dad about it. 

“What are you talking about?” Blaine asked, giving him a nervous look. 

“At my old school,” Kurt said, taking several deep breaths to prepare himself for the story. 

“Okay?” Blaine prompted him when Kurt didn’t continue. 

“I was bullied before pretty badly by all the kids. That’s why I didn’t have any friends. I told you that before. Not a single one,” Kurt said, looking straight ahead out at Blaine’s house so he wouldn’t have to see the pity in Blaine’s eyes that he knew he’d find. “I spent my weekends helping my dad at his shop and watching TV with him all night. I was a loser, but that was okay. It was manageable. It was much safer to be alone than it would have been to hang out with any of the kids at school.” 

“Kurt—” Blaine started to say before Kurt cut him off. He could hear the pain in Blaine’s voice and he knew that he could never finish the story if he didn’t get it all out now. 

“There was one boy who hated me more than the others,” Kurt said quickly, trying not to feel anything. “He was always picking on me and throwing me into lockers. He used to push me down the bleachers and throw balls at me in gym. Then one day I got really upset and cornered him in the locker room, demanded that he stop. I told him that being gay wasn’t contagious and he wasn’t going to beat it out of me so he should just leave me alone.”

“What did he do?” Blaine asked, his voice small, like he didn’t really want to know because he knew it wouldn’t be good. 

“He kissed me,” Kurt whispered, a few tears falling at the memory. 

“So he was gay all along, that’s why he had a problem with you?” Blaine asked. 

“Not according to him,” Kurt said with a bitter laugh. “According to him, I made him gay. When he tried to pin me to the locker, I pushed him away and told him I wasn’t interested. He didn’t really like that.” 

“Kurt,” Blaine said with a shaky voice. “Please tell me he didn’t force himself on you.” 

“No,” he said, shaking his head, unsure if that would have been worse than fearing for his life for so many weeks afterwards. Probably, but waking up from nightmares for three straight weeks and getting threatening text messages wasn’t much better. 

“What?” 

“He threatened to kill me,” Kurt said, sniffling, remembering the feeling of terror that he’d been forced to live with. 

“What!” Blaine yelled furious. “Did you tell your dad?” 

“No,” Kurt admitted. “I didn’t want to worry him. He’d just had a heart attack. And Karofsky told me he’d kill me if I said anything. He said that nobody would believe me, that nobody loved me or wanted me anyway… he said he’d be doing the world a favor.” 

“That’s not true,” Blaine said, sternly, punching the dashboard in anger. “That fucking asshole! I ought to drive out there right now and kick his ass, how dare he? He’s gay -  he should know better!” 

“Blaine, it’s fine,” Kurt said, reaching out to grab Blaine’s hands and try to calm him down. He was starting to scare him.  

“It’s not fine. None of this is fine!” Blaine said, pulling away from Kurt’s grasp and glaring at him. “Why didn’t you say something? When people threaten you like that, it’s not a joke. You have to do something. What if he had killed you, what then, huh? Did you want to die? Is that why you didn’t tell anybody? Jesus, Kurt! It’s not a joke.” 

“I know that, okay!” Kurt yelled back, wondering why Blaine was losing it on him. It wasn’t like Kurt asked for any of this to happen. 

“Do you?” Blaine asked, condescendingly. “Do you, really?”

 

“I’ve seen the news reports before,” Kurt bit back. “I know what happens to gay kids in towns like this. You don’t have to lecture me; my dad sat me down himself when that boy got beat up in Westerville a few years ago, alright?” 

Blaine froze for a moment; his nostrils still flaring in anger before he threw open his door and got out of the car. 

“What is your problem?” Kurt screamed, following after Blaine. 

“What is it?” Blaine turned around, tears in his eyes. “Is it that you don’t think it could happen to you or that you don’t care if it does?” 

“Why are you getting so upset about this?” he asked, crying. He hated fighting with people. It sucked even more to fight with somebody he cared about. He’d never had a friend to fight with before, he wasn’t prepared for how much worse the words would hurt when they came from somebody he considered a friend. “It didn’t happen to you, it happened to me.” 

“But it did!” Blaine yelled, before realizing what he’d said and quickly forcing the topic back onto Kurt. “It matters! People hurting you for being who you are is wrong. It’s serious. You can’t just sit there and not doing anything about it. People deserve to be punished for what they did!” 

“Okay,” Kurt said, calmly. He hoped that if he stopped yelling, maybe Blaine would, too. Then if Kurt could get Blaine to breathe for a second, maybe he could explain what he meant earlier. Had Blaine really been hurt before? It didn’t make sense, everyone loved Blaine. Kurt would have known if he’d been hurt before, right? 

“No,” Blaine said, still upset, but he was starting to lose his steam a bit, at least. “Not okay. Do you have any idea how many kids around the world get attacked for being who they are?” 

“Calm down, okay?” Kurt said, holding up his hands in surrender and approaching Blaine slowing, trying not to provoke him further. “I’m not going to that school anymore. Alright. It’s done; he’s not going to hurt me.” 

“Fine, whatever,” Blaine said, shrugging Kurt off when he tried to put his arms around him. “It doesn’t matter anyway.” 

“Of course it matters,” Kurt said, sincerely. “It obviously matters.” 

Blaine didn’t respond, he just shook his head and turned his back to Kurt. 

“Please,” Kurt begged, not knowing what to do but knowing that he couldn’t stand the thought of Blaine in pain. 

“What?” Blaine asked harshly. 

“I’m telling you that I’m fine,” Kurt said. “Do you believe me?” 

“Sure.” 

“Can we talk about this?” Kurt asked. 

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he said, though Kurt could hear him sniffling like he’d been crying. 

“Really?” Kurt asked. “Because you just had a monumental freak out.” 

“I don’t want to see anyone hurt you,” Blaine admitted turning around to face him. The second Kurt saw the tears in Blaine’s eyes he pulled him into a tight hug. “You don’t deserve that,” Blaine cried. 

“Of course not,” Kurt said, rubbing his back, not sure if they were talking about himself anymore or if they’d moved on to Blaine. “Nobody deserves that.” 

“I’m sorry he stole your first kiss,” Blaine said, tightening his grip around Kurt’s waist. 

“I am, too,” Kurt whispered into Blaine’s hair. He took a second to build up his courage and hoped that Blaine didn’t pull back when Kurt said it before he added, “I’m sorry that somebody hurt you, too.” 

“It was a long time ago,” Blaine said, shaking his head like it wasn’t a big deal when it so obviously was. 

Kurt wanted to pry for more information, but he thought it better to leave it be for awhile. It was a sensitive subject for him and would need to be treated with a lot more care than Kurt thought he was capable of on four hours of sleep. 

Blaine pulled away after a few minutes and wiped his tears on the sleeve of his coat. Then, when he noticed Kurt shivering, he grabbed his hand and walked them inside and up to his room. The two of them climbed into bed together. It was something they’d done countless times over the past several weeks as friends together, but this time it seemed more intimate. 

Before, Blaine had just been his sweet, sadly straight friend. No matter how attracted he’d been to Blaine, there had never been any danger of things leading to something more. Now though, now Blaine was gay. Their friendship had just reached a whole new level of intimacy with the confession of their darkest secrets. 

Now sharing a bed with Blaine seemed laden with hidden meanings. 

“You can go, if you still want to,” Blaine said. “I just figured it’d be nice not to be  alone.” 

Kurt smiled at him, before crawling under the covers. He was asleep the second his head hit the pillow. He never even noticed Blaine cuddling close and falling asleep with his head on Kurt’s shoulder and his arm draped across his stomach. 

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The boys woke up a few hours later and Kurt somehow let Blaine talk him into having that private party in his basement. Kurt didn’t think that Blaine needed any more alcohol after last night’s debacle, but with the emotional roller coaster that had been this morning, forgetting about everything for a few hours sounded pretty promising. Which is how Kurt found himself in the Anderson’s basement, slightly buzzed off of the two bottles of stolen wine, more snacks than two boys could possibly consume and incredibly loud music. 

They were hunting down the most ridiculous songs on their iPods trying to see who could out embarrass themselves with song selections. Currently they were blasting JC Chasez’s “All Day Long I Dream About Sex” courtesy of Blaine, who argued with Kurt for over a half hour that JC was more talented that Justin. Kurt had to admit, as much as the lyrics made him blush, the way Blaine’s hips were moving back and forth to the beat was practically sinful. It didn’t help that Blaine had this squeeze worthy ass that was doing things to Kurt that would make things rather awkward if Blaine stopped dancing long enough to notice. 

As the song came to a close, Blaine collapsed in a fit of giggles onto the couch. Kurt pulled a pillow into his lap and moved to pour Blaine another glass of wine. 

“Your turn,” Blaine said with an amused smile, pointing to their iPods that were over by the speakers. 

Kurt quickly downed his glass of wine. When he finished, he stood up, suddenly feeling dizzy. He waited for his balance to come back before attempting to make his way over to his iPhone to search for something to play. His vision was starting to blur from all the alcohol they’d consumed in the last few hours, but he managed to hunt down his collection of Will Smith songs from his middle school crush on the actor and quickly played “Wild Wild West.” 

“Oh, God,” Blaine threw back his head and laughed. Kurt didn’t think he’d ever grow tired of the sound of Blaine laughing. It was so loud, filling any room he was in, and making Kurt feel like he was King of the World for being able to make Blaine smile like that. 

“You’re not allowed to mock me,” Kurt giggled as he started to attempt to rap the verses, forgetting half the words due to many years since hearing the song and copious amounts of alcohol. 

“I’m not going to mock you,” Blaine said, getting up to search through his own phone before showing Kurt his copy of Will Smith’s Greatest Hits. 

“Perfect,” Kurt said as the two of them stumbled their way through the verses before getting to the chorus and screaming out the words. Kurt was glad the Anderson’s were out of town this weekend, because there was no way they could pass for sober if Blaine’s parents were home to check on them. 

“You know, you’d be an excellent cowboy,” Kurt said, leaning heavily on Blaine. 

“I used to take horseback riding lessons when I was younger,” Blaine said smugly, wrapping his arm around Kurt to hold him up. 

“I’m sure you like riding things,” Kurt said before realizing what he’d implied and dropped his jaw in shock at his own crudeness. 

Blaine tilted his head and gave him a surprised, yet slightly smug smile. 

“I mean, I just… fuck,” Kurt stumbled around for a way to explain what he’d said, but sadly there was nothing to be done. It was out there. Now Blaine would know all about Kurt’s embarrassing crush on him. 

“Don’t tempt me,” Blaine teased, his voice dropping lower and sending a tingling sensation to his stomach. 

Kurt had gotten used to being turned on by Blaine. The boy spent every day in a pool for Christ’s sake. Kurt was no stranger to the stirring in the pit of his stomach due to his best friend. What he wasn’t prepared for, was the way Blaine was looking at him. As if he was picturing Kurt in several compromising positions as well. 

Kurt wasn’t used to people wanting him. He’d never been looked at like this before. With Blaine’s eyes growing darker and their faces already so close, it was impossible not to close the distance. Kurt opened his mouth and sucked on Blaine’s lip for a few wicked seconds before pulling away again. He kept his eyes closed and bit his lip, trying to imprint the memory of the kiss into his mind forever. 

This kiss was supposed to be his first kiss. It shouldn’t belong to somebody like Dave Karofsky who had chapped lips and pushed into him with too much force. Blaine’s lips on his, innocent as the kiss probably was to most people, was the most scandalous, lustful moment of Kurt’s life. 

Blaine didn’t move away. If anything, he kept his face impossibly close to Kurt’s. He moved around, his nose brushing against Kurt’s cheek like he desperately wanted more but was restraining himself. Stopping himself from taking more, even as their lips occasionally brushed up against each other in a delicious friction that wasn’t nearly enough to be satisfying. 

Kurt was struggling to catch his breath, too turned on and suffocating with anticipation. He needed Blaine to kiss him again. He couldn’t be the one to take that leap again. This time, he needed assurance that he was something Blaine wanted, too. 

Finally, after several painful seconds in which Kurt was positive he would die, Blaine’s lips crashed into his own with such a force it knocked him backwards and into the wall. Blaine’s hands found their way around his neck and tangled into his hair. Kurt could do nothing but let himself be taken, giving back with as much desperate need as was being given. 

Kurt’s hands wrapped around Blaine’s hips, fingers looping into belt loops, trying to hold Blaine close forever. His lips were stained with the intoxicating taste of wine and chocolate and Kurt just wanted to suck at them forever, but Blaine had other ideas. His mouth dropped down and latched onto Kurt’s neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Or at least, Kurt figured there would be a mark. He’d never made out with anyone before. He didn’t know how hard somebody would have to suck to leave a hickey, but Blaine was certainly making a valiant effort. 

Kurt couldn’t help but let his hands wander around to Blaine’s round ass, taking a handful of it and squeezing hard. After all, who knew how long this would last or if he’d ever get the chance to do this again. Kurt was surprised when Blaine’s hips jerked forward suddenly the second he squeezed his ass. He felt something hard against his hip and he realized that it was Blaine. Blaine had a hard-on for him

That knowledge left Kurt feeling dizzy and even more wanton. Both of them were breathing heavy as Blaine continued to mouth at Kurt’s neck and snap his hips against Kurt’s. It was so much better than any of Kurt’s fantasies ever were.  No matter how many movies he saw or books he read, nothing had prepared him for how overwhelming another boy’s lips could be when they were pressing against him. 

Kurt shifted his hips slightly and both of them moaned loudly in pleasure as their hard-ons brushed against each other for the first time. Even though they were still wearing layers of jeans and boxers, Kurt couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that his dick was pressing against Blaine’s. 

Blaine pulled away, his mouth making a pornographic smack as it detached from him. He grabbed onto Kurt’s hands and dragged him over to the couch until they were tripping over each other’s feet and fell onto the cushions in an undignified tangle of limbs. Kurt was pleased with the feeling of Blaine’s weight on top of him, a bit heavy, but not uncomfortable. It felt safe, wonderful, and when he spread his legs a little bit wider, it felt like home. 

“How drunk are you?” Blaine asked, holding himself up on his elbows and trying his best to keep his hips away from Kurt’s. Kurt kept thrusting up, wanting to continue what they’d started against the wall, knowing that it wouldn’t take much more for him to find release. He desperately needed a release, the tightness in his jeans was more than just constricting, it was murderous. If Kurt didn’t come soon, he was going to die. 

“I’m not sure,” Kurt said, breathless. Why was Blaine asking him questions at a time like this? Didn’t he realize that Kurt was incapable of any thought that wasn’t God, yes, please, right there

“I need to know if you’re drunk enough to regret this in the morning,” Blaine said. “I’m not going to force this on you.” 

“Who cares?” Kurt said, straining up until he found Blaine’s lips and kissed them roughly. Blaine seemed to lose himself in the kiss for a few minutes, allowing their tongues to brush against each other before he pulled back again. 

“You’re my best friend,” Blaine admitted, sitting up on the couch to give Kurt more room to breathe and obtain a sense of sanity. “I don’t want to do anything to mess this up.” 

“You’re not going to,” Kurt said. “I want this, I promise.” 

Blaine looked Kurt over, searching his face to see how serious he was. Kurt silently urged him not to stop. He didn’t think he would be able to take it if Blaine managed to friend-zone him now. It would go down as the single most horrifying experience of his life. 

“Okay,” Blaine said with a please smile before laying down on Kurt completely and kissing him with open lips, forceful tongue and just the right amount of teeth to continue being sexy and not push over the edge into too-rough. 

Kurt pulled Blaine down by his hips, trying to get him to thrust against him again. Blaine took the hint and started rolling his hips in a way that made Kurt’s eyes roll into the back of his head. Kurt let his hands wander up under Blaine’s shirt, loving the feel of warm skin and his toned back. Kurt had seen Blaine shirtless many times, but he’d never been granted the privilege of being able to touch the flawless skin, marred only by a single, long scar on his back. A scar that suddenly made more sense as Kurt started putting together the pieces of Blaine. 

“You’re surprisingly good at this for a boy that claims to have no practice,” Blaine said, moaning out as one of Kurt’s hands snaked around to rub at Blaine’s nipple. 

“I have an excellent text subject,” Kurt responded, into Blaine’s ear. He licked up the lobe, testing out something he’d read before. It seemed weird to be licking another boy’s ear, but if the way Blaine was keening was any indication, it must have felt amazing. 

Blaine grabbed at Kurt’s hips forcefully and rolled them over, forgetting they were on a small couch. The two of them fell right to the floor with a loud thud, knocking over the glasses that had been on the table in front of them. 

“Oops,” Blaine said as Kurt’s laugh was silenced by Blaine’s mouth on his. 

Kurt felt freer on top; he had more of a sense of control. He quickly sped up his thrusting, paying attention to rub against Blaine each time, knowing that would get him there the fastest. God did he want to be there already, the stirring in his stomach and throbbing in his jeans was too much to bear at this point. 

“Blaine,” Kurt whined, snapping his hips harshly against Blaine’s. 

“It’s okay,” Blaine said, his voice deeper that he had ever heard it before.

Kurt kissed his way down Blaine’s neck before reaching the collar of his polo. Feeling daring, he began unbuttoning it, pulling it aside so he could latch his mouth onto Blaine’s chest. 

“Fuck,” Blaine called out, making Kurt feel proud. He’d done that, he’d made Blaine lose control. 

Blaine had one hand tangled in Kurt’s hair and the other was scratching desperately at his back, trying to find something solid to grip onto as they both lost their hold on reality. All too soon, the feelings became overwhelming and Kurt had to pull away. He’d masturbated before, but never had he been this hard. It was painful to even brush up against anything and he wasn’t sure he could even handle having an orgasm right now. 

“Shhh,” Blaine sat up with him, rubbing his back soothingly. “It’s okay.” 

“I can’t,” Kurt admitted, quietly, ashamed that this had to be happening to him now. “It’s too much.” 

“It’s normal,” Blaine said, slowly running his hand down Kurt’s chest until it reached the stop of Kurt’s jeans. “The first orgasm with somebody else is always a little intense. Let me help you.” 

Blaine’s hand didn’t move and Kurt realized he was waiting for permission to touch. Kurt nodded his head slowly, not daring to open his eyes and watch. Blaine unzipped his pants and carefully snuck his hand into Kurt’s briefs. Kurt jumped at the sensation of another man’s hand on his hard dick. He almost came on the spot. 

Blaine began licking up his neck and whispering softly into his ear as his hand slowly began pumping Kurt. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Blaine said breathlessly. 

Kurt let out a strangled cry, barely believing this turn of events. Just last night Blaine had been his straight friend that would never see him in any sexual way. Now here they were with Blaine’s hand around Kurt’s cock, whispering that he was perfect. Begging Kurt to come. Telling him that it was okay to let it out, to moan loudly and fuck into Blaine’s hand. 

As Blaine’s hand increased its pace, Kurt’s moans became louder and louder and Blaine’s words became filthier. 

“God, I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” Blaine said as he nibbled on his ear. “You’re so sexy and you don’t even know it.” 

“Fuck,” Kurt said, kicking his feet out as his orgasm overtook his body. Blaine patiently stroked him through in and only pulled his hand away when the sensation became too much for Kurt to handle. 

Kurt felt completely boneless as he rolled off of Blaine and lay motionless. Blaine propped himself up on his elbow and stared down at Kurt, looking happier than Kurt had ever seen him before. 

“You okay?” he asked, sweetly running his hand down the side of Kurt’s face. 

“I’m fine,” he said quickly. Kurt blushed, embarrassed that Blaine had seen him lose control so much.

“That might have been the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Blaine said, leaning down to give him a soft kiss on the forehead. 

Kurt rolled his eyes, doubtful if that was true. Blaine himself admitted to hooking up with college boys that looked like Abercrombie models. He was positive Blaine’s previous partners didn’t lose their cool and have to pull away just after some fully clothed frottage. They probably got much further before they even came close. They at least would have been able to return the favor and give Blaine a…

Oh shit. 

“Did you need me to, um…” Kurt didn’t know how to finish that sentence. How did one go about asking another man if he needed a hand job to get off? It just seemed awkward. “Sorry, I got a little distracted. I didn’t even…” 

Great, now Kurt really sounded like a virgin. 

“Oh no,” Blaine said with an easy laugh. “You more than helped out, thanks.”

Kurt gave him a curious look, not sure what Blaine was talking about. 

“I can’t remember the last time I actually came in my pants,” Blaine explained further, rubbing his finger up and down Kurt’s arm with a small smile. “It was pretty hot.” 

“Oh,” Kurt said, surprised. Had Blaine really came just by watching him? That was interesting and certainly something Kurt would need to think about later, once his brain started fully functioning again. 

“I’m still sorry I couldn’t help out,” Kurt apologized, feeling like it was probably the proper thing to do. 

“Next time,” Blaine promised, before laying his head down against Kurt’s chest. The two lay quietly, trying to catch their breath and eventually they both feel asleep together, sated by their mutual orgasms. 

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