Desperate, KurtxBlaine, R

Title: Desperate
Author: sailorraspberry
Rating: R
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: ~500
Summary: They’re desperate, haven’t seen each other for two weeks, and they haven’t acted so frantic since they were just kids.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Future!fic, set in the Sweet Little Thing 'verse.
Author Notes: Happy belated Christmas! Enjoy some quick Klaine sexy times!

It was like they were seventeen again, bedroom door locked even though the house was empty, movements frantic and eyelids squeezed shut, bodies pressed tightly together over top the comforter, one set of hands held tightly against the mattress by the other above their heads.

It’d been years since they acted this desperate, this out of control, rutting quick and hard through their clothes, mouths locked together, wide and open and trying to do too much at once.

Kurt was stuck beneath Blaine, getting the brute of it all, tongue tangled in his mouth, knees tight against his waist, framing his hips and rocking as best he could. But Blaine was growling and he was moving fast, gone for two long, miserable weeks for a teacher’s conference in Texas and working to catch up for lost time.

And now Kurt was mewling, because Blaine sucked his tongue hard into his mouth, hands moving to twine their fingers together, hips stuttering a bit as he lost his rhythm. And Kurt couldn’t help but mewl again, cock throbbing as the heat thrumming low in his stomach coiled tighter. He gyrated against Blaine, searching for the press and heat of Blaine’s cock against his, but he was climbing fast, and the desperation in his veins seared.

“Missed you so much,” Blaine murmured against his mouth, and drew Kurt’s bottom lip between his teeth to bite. “Thought about you the whole time.”

Kurt tried to reply, he really did, but he was throbbing, aching, and the words came out like a choked sob.

And so Blaine kissed him again, dropped a hand to curve around the bulge in Kurt’s jeans and then pressed, hard and deliberate and Kurt was arching up away from the mattress, twisting his face away from Blaine with a shattered whine. Pink in the cheeks and biting his lip and Blaine bent himself down, mouthed over the line of Kurt’s cock, and suddenly Kurt was coming hard, vision gone white and he moaned, loud and broken and unashamed.

Blaine palmed him through the entire thing, pupils blown wide, and when Kurt forced out Blaine’s name through clenched teeth, Blaine’s hips stuttered forward, and he was gone, too.

It took a couple of minutes for the both of them to finally come down, and when they did, Blaine nuzzled his nose against the junction of Kurt’s neck, body pressed alongside him, warm and familiar. “Missed you so much.”

Kurt was trembling a little when he reached up a hand to card his fingers through Blaine’s hair. “Mm,” then, turning his head a little to glance at Blaine, “you said that already.”

Blaine licked at the bulb of Kurt’s jaw. “Still have to make sure you heard me.”

He laughed, let his eyes slide over to the clock. “Fi’s due back in an hour.”

Blaine nodded, pressed his face into Kurt’s shoulder and sighed. “Remind me to thank Rachel for offering to take her off our hands.”

Kurt smirked. “Already sent her some flowers.”