Fic: The Way You Touch Me (Part Three)

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After separate showers, Blaine makes them French toast for breakfast and they trade syrupy kisses over the breakfast bar which gives Blaine a happy twist in his belly – this is definitely something he could get used to. Just as they’re finishing, Kurt’s phone rings and he excuses himself to the living room to take the call.

Blaine takes that time to clean their dishes, check his email, before wandering out to see if Kurt is off the phone yet. As he approaches the living room, he can still hear Kurt’s voice, and he’s about to walk in and join him until he hears his name.

“Yes, I slept in Blaine’s bed, Rachel… where did you think I was going to sleep?”

A proper, well-mannered boyfriend would walk away and not listen to the conversation, but Blaine is intrigued by how flustered Kurt sounds and well, he’s feeling nosy. He flattens himself against the wall and swears to himself he’s only going to listen for a minute, and then he’s going to go back to the kitchen and… look busy until Kurt is finished. Okay, maybe two minutes.

“Rachel!” Kurt squeaks, and Blaine hears the sound of a hand being slapped against skin. “Yes, I’ve seen his… twinkle tube. Oh my god, Rachel. That’s it; no more.”

Blaine has to cover his nose and mouth to stop from snorting with laughter. Twinkle tube? He’s in serious danger of making himself known, so he hurries as quietly as he can to the kitchen and has to plant both hands on the counter to hold himself up while he doubles over in giggles. He’s heard a lot of euphemisms for cock before, but certainly not… that. Once he gets himself mostly back under control, he stands back up and leans against the fridge.

Now he can’t stop thinking about it. He looks down, fingers the waistband of his lounge pants, and raises an eyebrow. “Twinkle tube?” he says with a grimace, shaking his head. He’s going to have to fix that. No way he’s going to let his boyfriend refer to his cock as a twinkle tube.

Before he can find something to busy himself with, Kurt comes walking into the kitchen, holding his phone. “Rachel says hi… why are you looking at me like that?” he asks slowly, folding his arms over his chest.

Blaine schools his face back to something he hopes is more normal and pops his hip off the fridge. “Nothing! Want to watch some tube? I mean TV? Let’s go watch some TV!” he blurts, pointing in the general direction of the family room.

Kurt narrows his eyes, studying Blaine for a moment before he bites his bottom lip and nods. “I’m just going to pretend that I don’t notice,” he waves his hand in Blaine’s direction, “your… weirdness right now.”

Blaine doesn’t have the heart to bring up what he overheard. As long as Kurt doesn’t use that phrase in bed, then they’ll be fine.

They settle on the couch and pull up the episode of The Bachelorette Blaine made sure to DVR while Kurt was still at his own house. It starts off innocently enough – with Kurt tucked up underneath Blaine’s arm, one hand tracing aimless patterns on Blaine’s belly – until about halfway through the episode, when Kurt’s hand starts to drift down to the edge of Blaine’s pants.

Blaine hits the pause button and tries to control his breathing as he stares intently at Kurt’s hand. “Kurt?”

Kurt’s voice is high and breathy when he responds, “I’d like to…” he trails off and slides off the couch, landing on his knees in front of Blaine. He looks up at Blaine through his eyelashes, fingers trembling as they trail across the elastic waistband of Blaine’s pants. “You’re going to have to tell me what to do.”

“I – yeah,” Blaine nods and feels his cock start to harden, arousal coiling tight in his belly, just from staring at Kurt’s pink lips. He can’t help but reach out and rub his thumb across the bottom one and whine softly in the back of his throat. “Just, ah… start slow. Don’t rush.”

With wide eyes, Kurt nods and grips Blaine’s pants with both hands, folding his fingers underneath the waistband so he can pull them down. Blaine lifts his hips just enough, and lets Kurt slide his pants to his knees. Goose bumps break out over Blaine’s skin as Kurt drags his hands slowly up Blaine’s thighs toward his hips.

“Watch my teeth, right?” Kurt asks quietly, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth as his eyes fixate on Blaine’s cock.

“Yeah… please,” Blaine whimpers. He grips the base of his cock in one hand and guides it in the direction of Kurt’s mouth, a bead of precome pearling at the tip. With his free hand, he cups Kurt’s jaw and brushes his thumb across the apple of his cheek. He wants to tell Kurt how pretty he looks, how gorgeous his lips look even though they haven’t touched his dick yet, how badly he wants those lips on his cock – but he won’t. He can feel Kurt’s shaky hands on his thighs; he wants to do everything he can to reassure him, to make it good for Kurt. “Try your tongue first, maybe… then, if you want… your mouth.” He’s pretty sure his brain would start leaking out of his ears if Kurt started with his mouth right away.

Kurt licks his lips and blinks up at Blaine before removing Blaine’s hand and replacing it with his own. He makes a soft questioning sound before leaning in and sweeping his tongue over the head of Blaine’s cock.

“Fuck,” Blaine moans, thudding his head back against the couch. Just that slightest touch of Kurt’s tongue has his blood racing through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest, his toes curling in the carpet. “Just like that.”

Kurt takes his time, flattening his tongue and licking long lines from base to tip, paying special attention to the sensitive underside of Blaine’s cock. Blaine keeps his hand on Kurt’s jaw, tries to watch through hooded eyes, while his chest heaves with heavy breaths.

All the times he’s imagined Kurt’s mouth on him – nothing compares to the real thing. The warm, slick glide of Kurt’s tongue against his cock, the feel of Kurt’s breath against his skin, the grip of Kurt’s hand around him – it’s a wonder he hasn’t come yet.

“I’m going to try,” Kurt says, swirling his tongue around the head, “taking you in my mouth.” He presses a kiss to the tip, his lips shiny with saliva.

“Y-yeah,” Blaine nods, lips parting, and he flexes his fingers on Kurt’s jaw. He grabs the couch cushion with his free hand so he doesn’t do something dumb like grab Kurt’s hair and thrust up into his mouth.

Kurt inhales sharply and closes his eyes, guiding the head of Blaine’s cock through his lips. His tongue rubs across the slit, pressing harder as he sinks a little lower, tentatively taking in a little more.

Blaine chokes on air as Kurt’s spit-slick lips move up and down his cock, leaving a trail of saliva in their wake. “Move… move your hand,” he gasps, trying not to buckle over in effort not to come. “W-with your mouth. At the same time.”

Kurt lifts his mouth off Blaine’s cock and starts pumping his hand when he looks up at Blaine, face flushed and swollen lipped. “Is this okay?”

The hand that had been on Kurt’s jaw slips off and falls to the couch right beside Blaine’s thigh and he nods dumbly. His insides feel like a spring being wound tight, ready to release at any given moment. “Yeah,” he says, his voice breaking. “Amazing.” It’s all he can manage.

As soon as Kurt dips his head back down and takes Blaine into his mouth again, Blaine can’t control the whine that gets stuck in the back of his throat and his thighs start to shake from trying not to thrust. “Kurt… Kurt – so good, oh my god – “ Kurt bobs his head, his lips only going a little past the head, but he’s making up for it with his hand, using the saliva that’s dripping down to ease the friction and Blaine feels his balls tighten. “Oh – oh fuck,” Blaine cries, reaching for Kurt’s shoulder and squeezing. “Kurt, I’m not gonna last– “

Kurt immediately pulls off and strokes Blaine’s cock, eyes fixated on his hand. Blaine has a split second moment of – oh fuck, his couch- right before he climaxes, so he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it down to catch his come.  Kurt slips his hand out after he works Blaine through his orgasm and sits back on his calves, looking up at Blaine.

“I – wow,” Blaine pants, collapsing against the couch cushions, awkwardly cupping his shirt over his dick. “I… just… wow.”

Kurt licks his lips and settles his hands on Blaine’s knees. “That… that was okay?”

Blaine feels his heart lurch in his chest and he can see the hesitation in Kurt’s eyes. He tries to lean as far forward as he can, still holding on to his dick with one hand. “Are you kidding? Oh my god, Kurt… I’m still not sure my brain is working right now,” he says, reaching out with his free hand and brushing across Kurt’s bottom lip with his thumb. “That was… better than I’ve ever imagined.”

The blush on Kurt’s already pink cheeks darkens and he lowers his eyes to the floor. “Well – good. That’s good.”

Blaine lifts Kurt’s face up and smiles softly at him. “Let’s just say… there’s a reason they invented masturbation.”

Kurt’s eyes widen and he pulls at his shirt collar. “Is it,” he clears his throat. “Is it hot in here? We should…we should ah – let me get you something so you don’t have to stay like that.”

“Yeah,” Blaine agrees, because he can’t really move at the moment. He looks down at Kurt’s cock, which seems to be still mostly hard in his yoga pants. He presses his thumb just inside Kurt’s mouth and rubs it along the inside of his lower lip. “And then I’m going to take you upstairs to my room, and show you what I can do with my mouth.”

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Between schedules that never line up and finals that make Blaine wish he was back in high school again, the only time Kurt and Blaine have been able to see each other is when they’ve both had their noses buried in their books and laptops. Tristan has already cleared out his side of the room and moved back home for the summer, but Blaine and Kurt still have one final each to get through and neither of them are completely packed.

They’ve decided to take a break for a few hours, which means it doesn’t take long for Blaine to start slowly stripping Kurt of his clothes and kiss all the way down to his cock, sliding off the edge of the bed to kneel on the floor. After taking Kurt into his mouth for the first time over spring break, Blaine can’t get enough. He loves it, and he has no problem thoroughly reminding Kurt just how much every chance they can get – which unfortunately hasn’t been very often lately.

Kurt has one arm covering his eyes and the other hand gripping the sheets while Blaine slowly mouths down Kurt’s cock to his balls, licking generously over his sac.

“Oh – oh! Blaine!” Kurt gasps, arching his hips up. Blaine’s tongue slides down and catches the underside of Kurt’s balls, just barely grazing his perineum. That’s as far back as he’s been with his tongue or his fingers and a question springs to his mind, one he’s been thinking about lately.

“Kurt?” he asks, licking back up to Kurt’s cock. He looks up Kurt’s body to see Kurt still has his eyes covered, his stomach tight with anticipation. “Kurt, baby, look at me.” He presses his lips against the base of Kurt’s cock before lifting his head up far enough so he’s not distracted.

Kurt lets his arm fall to his side and lifts his head just enough to see Blaine. “Hmm?” There’s a faint mark right below Kurt’s left nipple and Blaine has half a mind to crawl up and make it a little darker. So much for not being distracted – it’s hard to focus when Kurt is flushed and naked underneath him.

Blaine skims his fingers up to Kurt’s belly and splays his hand out over the taught muscles, fingertips brushing over the sparse hair there. “Have you ever fingered yourself before?”

“Have I – what?” Kurt yelps, propping himself up on his elbows. “I. No. No, I haven’t.” He eyes Blaine with trepidation and starts to twist away.

Blaine catches Kurt by the hips and keeps him still. “Shh, it’s okay. Is that not… something you’d like to do? Or want me to do for you?” He shuffles up from the floor and scoots up next to Kurt on the bed, pulling the top sheet over them to cover Kurt’s naked body as well as his own, naked save for his briefs.

Kurt takes a deep breath and runs his tongue along his bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth. “I just – I’m afraid it’ll hurt, or I’ll hurt you, or I’ll be terrible and you’ll leave me just like Ma – well. Just like he did and I’m just – “

“Whoa, hey – “ Blaine says quickly, pulling Kurt close, trying to calm him down. “I would never do what he did – I would never leave you over sex. I hope you know that?” He brushes his hand over Kurt’s forehead before leaning down and kissing there, keeping his mouth pressed against Kurt’s hairline. “I won’t ever, ever do anything that would hurt you.”

Taking a deep breath in through his nose, Kurt nods and turns in towards Blaine. “I know, I just… every time I think about… that, I just remember how much it hurt and what he said after and…”

“Oh, Kurt,” Blaine says, pained. His heart aches and he wishes he would’ve been the one to meet Kurt at orientation and maybe all of this could’ve been avoided. He doesn’t even know Matthew and he wants to punch him – or exchange a few choice words with him at the very least. “You’ve been amazing, oh my god… everything we’ve done – you turn me on so much. So, so much,” he says, tucking his fingers under Kurt’s jaw to lift him up for a kiss.

Kurt kisses back, slowly moving his lips with Blaine’s, before pulling back and blinking up at him. “You turn me on, too.” His shoulders relax and he falls back against the bed with a soft thump.

Blaine smiles and trails his fingers down to Kurt’s collarbone, running his fingertips over the length of the bone before curving over Kurt’s shoulder and down his arm. “If you never want to have penetrative sex, I understand. Or, if you want to want to try topping – when we’re ready, I’d be okay with that. Kurt, all I ever want is to make you feel good. Sex should never hurt, I’d like – “ he takes a deep breath and gives Kurt a quick kiss before continuing. “I’d like to… if you trust me. Could I try something? It’s not – I won’t finger you; I just want to try something.”

Kurt interlaces their fingers and pulls their hands up so they’re over his heart. “Of course I trust you; I love you. What…” He swallows and looks down at their interlaced fingers. “What are you going to try?”

“Something new, something I hope you’ll like,” Blaine says, his heart suddenly threatening to beat out of his chest. Everything they’ve done so far he’s practiced; or he’s at least had some idea what he’s doing. Even if they progress to anal sex, he’ll be somewhat prepared… but this? This is completely new. This isn’t something he can practice on himself or one of his toys.

“O-okay,” Kurt nods, his eyes following Blaine as he slides back down Kurt’s body and off the bed.

Blaine pulls the sheet away with him, trying not to let Kurt see how nervous he is. Kurt’s cock had gone mostly soft during their conversation, and Blaine hopes what he’s about to do is something that Kurt’s going to enjoy. He looks up when Kurt reaches down and grabs his trembling hand. “Still okay?”

“Yeah,” Kurt says, his lips twitching into a smile. “You know… it’s okay to be nervous,” he says softly. “You don’t have to be an expert at everything. I like learning things with you.”

Blaine feels his cheeks fill with heat and he tucks his head down to press a kiss against the inside of Kurt’s thigh. “When did you learn how to read my mind?”

Running his thumb over Blaine’s knuckles, Kurt takes his free hand and cards it through Blaine’s unstyled hair. “Comes with being your boyfriend, and loving you, and trusting you… and I know you know how to make me feel good.”

A lump forms in Blaine’s throat and he has to swallow hard to be able to speak again. “I love you so much,” he whispers against the skin of Kurt’s thigh, dusting light kisses up to Kurt’s cock and balls. “Thank you for trusting me, for letting me love you.” He brings Kurt’s cock into his mouth, loving that he can already feel him growing hard against his tongue. This he knows… this he’s good at. He bobs his head, swirling his tongue around the head, just enough so Kurt’s almost fully hard before pulling off and mouthing down to his balls.

“Blaine what – oh!” Kurt gasps when Blaine pushes his legs up and licks down past his balls. “You’re going to… use your mouth?”

Blaine grips Kurt’s ass, parting his cheeks, and his heart stutters in his chest when he gets his first glimpse at Kurt’s hole. “If that’s,” he licks his lips, “all right with you?” He presses his lips gently against the skin right next to Kurt’s entrance, not wanting to startle him. The angle is a little difficult, kneeling beside the tiny dorm bed, but he’ll figure it out.

“Oh, Blaine that’s… mmm,” Kurt sighs, running his hand up his own torso. “Do you – “ he grabs one of Blaine’s pillows and starts pushing it under his hips. “Would this work better?”

Blaine helps Kurt with the pillow and a groan catches in his throat when Kurt pulls one of his legs up for him. “Uh… y-yeah.” His head is swimming with how gorgeous Kurt looks, all splayed out in front of him, and suddenly all his previous nerves are gone. He scoots a little closer and spreads Kurt’s ass cheeks with his thumbs, just so he can lean in and lick a long stripe over Kurt’s entrance, up to the underside of his balls.

“Oh – oh my god,” Kurt says, and it comes out in a needy whine. He reaches out for Blaine and ends up grabbing Blaine’s hair, his fingertips scratching against his scalp.

Blaine huffs out a breath, the sudden burst of air causing goose bumps to breakout all across Kurt’s skin. He chases them with his tongue, following them down back to Kurt’s hole. He thinks about what he would like if Kurt was doing this to him, what would make him fall apart, cry out Kurt’s name. He licks firmly across Kurt’s entrance again, swirling his tongue around the rim, slicking up the skin with his saliva.

“Keepdoingthat,” Kurt breathes out, tugging on Blaine’s hair. He’s trembling under Blaine’s touch, his free hand grabbing at the sheets. “I – shit – it feels like this? Blaine – I – “

Hearing Kurt curse because of what he’s doing, because he’s doing something right, sends a rush of arousal right to Blaine’s dick. He groans and closes his eyes, his fingers sliding just a little bit closer to Kurt’s entrance as he continues to run his tongue over Kurt’s hole, feeling Kurt relax with every breathy sigh he lets out.

His tongue catches on the rim of Kurt’s entrance and it’s so tempting to push inside, to see what Kurt feels like, tastes like there. There’s saliva everywhere already, dripping down his chin, down the crack of Kurt’s ass and onto the pillow and Blaine just wants to lick everywhere. “Kurt, Kurt,” he whimpers, licking hard against Kurt’s hole. “Would it – can I try… going inside?”

“What?” Kurt asks, startled, his hand flying off Blaine’s head and up to his own chest. “With… your tongue? You’d – you’d do that?”

“God, yes,” Blaine says, licking up to Kurt’s balls, swirling his tongue around the underside. “Will you let me?” Kurt tastes so good, he wants to cover every inch of his skin with his tongue, just explore everywhere.

A whine seems to get caught in Kurt’s throat and his hand skims down his chest, gripping the base of his cock. “Please.”

Blaine inhales sharply through his nose before pressing his tongue flat against Kurt’s entrance, letting it give underneath his touch. When he feels it open up he grips Kurt’s cheeks harder and pushes inside slowly, just past the rim.

Kurt tries to fuck down onto Blaine’s mouth, and Blaine can just see him start to stroke his cock. “That feels – ah – more, yeah.” His free hand scrambles back into Blaine’s hair and pulls him closer, which makes Blaine thrust his tongue in further. “Blaine! I’m – “

The tension in Kurt’s grip on his hair, the sounds of Kurt’s hand stroking his cock, the taste of him – it’s all so overwhelming Blaine doesn’t want to pull away to tell him to go ahead, to come. Instead, he fucks his tongue in harder, in and out, until Kurt gasps and pulls on his hair hard before completely relaxing, his limbs falling out to his sides.

“Oh, Kurt,” Blaine says, awed and completely turned on when he looks up at Kurt – covered in come, panting, and looking down at Blaine. Blaine bites his lip bottom lip and reaches down his briefs, gripping his cock and stroking himself hard and fast. “Oh, oh,” he whimpers, back bowing as he comes, his hips fucking up into his fist while his cock pulses through his orgasm.

Kurt grabs his arm and tugs. “Get up here, please.”

Blaine scrambles up onto the bed, his legs a little wobbly and his head a little foggy from… everything. He curls up to Kurt’s side and throws one leg over Kurt’s, immediately pulling him in for a kiss. “Kurt,” he says in between kisses. “I – oh, do you not want me to kiss you?”

“Stop thinking so much,” Kurt says, cupping Blaine’s face with both hands and pulling him back in.

It feels like they just broke through some of the few walls that are still left between them and Blaine can’t stop kissing Kurt, can’t stop touching him. His heart feels like it’s too big for his chest with everything he’s feeling – all the love he has for Kurt that he has no way of expressing unless he does something insane like…bursting into song.

Kurt pulls back and skims his fingers over Blaine’s forehead and down to his jaw. He gives Blaine a long look and licks his lips before saying something that makes all the breath in Blaine’s lungs catch in his throat.

“Blaine, I’m ready.” 

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