Klaine One-Shots

Summer Nights

(Prompt: Blaine + Kurt are next door neighbours (pre-Klaine), Kurt has a new pool in his back yard, Blaine finds a hole in the fence)

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The sweltering heat was almost too much for Blaine. Since summer had started he hasn't been able to cool off, and has tried every possible way to do so. He'd even ditched his hair gel as it had started to melt by 10am every morning, resulting in sticky goop running down his neck into his collar.

The fact that his neighbours had been making a racket for the first few weeks hadn't helped either. They'd apologised enough times, but it still didn't get rid of the permanent headache he'd had over them weeks. In fact, the only thing that had stopped him complaining was the teenager living there, Kurt.

The thing is, ever since he'd moved in next door to Kurt, Blaine had been completely infatuated with the boy. Kurt was a year older then Blaine, tall, slender, yet oh so muscular. The broadness of his shoulders was constantly shown off by the skin tight button ups he always wore, accompanied by the skin tight jeans that clung to his muscular thighs. Blaine thought he was perfect, and was always trying to steal glances when he walked outside the house, always finding Kurt wasn't there, but kept trying regardless.

It wasn't until one particularly scorching afternoon that Blaine finally had an interaction of sorts, with Kurt.

The sun was beating down on the cracked porch Blaine had dragged his sun lounger onto. He'd finally given up with trying to fight the heat and decided to strip down to his swim shorts, and bathe in the sun for a while. It wasn't until he was about to drift into sleep when he heard the light splashing next door. Ignoring it, he tried to sleep but kept hearing the splashes, some louder than others, and out of curiosity began to head towards the fence. After finding a small hole in the 6ft fence that separated the gardens (much taller than Blaine so he was easily hidden), he froze and his jaw dropped open at the sight before him.

Kurt was swimming in the pool, shirtless and in short, black swimming trunks that hung low on his hips. From where he was standing, he could see water droplets spattering the almost white, porcelain skin, creating rivulets running down the teens bare chest; and Blaine had caught he just as he was getting out, the droplets running past his back and chest to the strong legs, working to get out the pool. He couldn't stop staring and was completely overcome with desire and lust as he watched Kurt dry off, rubbing his body dry before returning to his house. Blaine was left standing there in complete awe and awkwardly hard, before copying Kurt's actions and stumbling back into his home.

Spying on Kurt became a regular activity for Blaine. Whenever splashing was heard, he was at the fence trying to capture every movement, every drop of water that cascaded down the boys gorgeous frame. Blaine was starting to think of it as rather creepy, but he couldn't help himself, he was too wrapped up in the beautiful sights before him.

There were few nights in which Blaine didn't hear any splashing, and slight disappointment coursed through him every time, until one evening.

He was folding up his sun lounger as the sun began to set, casting pink and golden shades over the garden, as was about  to head indoors before hearing a small gasp, breaking the silence, from behind the separating fence. The noise seemed completely innocent, yet Blaine was still drawn to the fence, seeking out the source of it.

The sight that feel before him made his entire body tense with arousal as he saw Kurt laid down on his own sun lounger. Water droplets dotted the milky expanse of his bare chest, and Blaine had to bite back a groan at how Kurt's hands were roaming over it. With his eyes closed, Kurt ran his hand over the centre of his chest, before stopping over one nipple, tugging at it gently and feeling it harden beneath his finger tips. He proceeded to repeat the action with the other before trailing his slender fingers further down. At this point Blaine had begun to swell in his shorts, his pulse rising and breath coming in shorts puffs as he willed himself not to palm the growing erection through the increasingly tightening article of clothing.

Blaine's pulse only quickened when he saw Kurt tracing his stomach with his fingertips, whimpering slightly when he reached the elastic of his waistband and slipped his fingers slightly underneath. Kurt's arousal was obvious in the small swim shorts he was in, and proceeded to curse under his breath as he finally wrapped his fingers around himself; tugging slowly and groaning as he began to writhe under his own touch. Blaine couldn't stand it anymore as he pushed his palm against his erection and groaned deeply, it was only after a few repeats of rutting into his palm, when he realised Kurt had stopped, and was staring directly at Blaine through the fence.

He instantly felt terror and embarrassment flood through his body, paralysed by fear as Kurt stared at him. But, instead of running away, or shouting at Blaine, Kurt simply chuckled, smirked, and returned to his previous position, laying back down and tucking his hand back in his shorts.

"I've seen you watching me before Blaine," he said, his voice cracking, "always watching, making small noises and touching yourself watching me-" he broke off, moaning as he thrusts into his fist quicker. Blaine couldn't help but let out a small whimper at the sight unraveling before him, he slid a calloused hand into his own shorts and started working his shaft roughly, letting out small moans at the long-needed friction.

"Tell me-" Kurt started, " how many times have you touched yourself thinking of me? Fuck, thinking of your hands all over me, so fucking hot Blaine-".  Blaine was embarrassingly approaching his end point quickly, he was panting and rutting violently into his spit-slick fist while his other hand was gripping the top of the fence, knuckles turning white. It was becoming clear that Kurt was nearing completion too, legs bent at the knees as his toes were curling into the lounger, his back arching as the thrusts into his hand were growing shakier, hips stuttering every couple of seconds.

Kurt moaned, "Blaine-" as he came, white spurts splattering his chest as the muscles in his thighs spasmed, his face screwed up as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, whilst Blaine's noises of completion could be heard loud and clear from behind the fence. Blaine saw white spots in his eyes as he came, waves of pleasure coursing through his body as he made a mess in his shorts.

As they both came down from their highs, only panting could be heard as Blaine started to panic. 'What the fuck just happened' he thought, sweat dripping from his temples. When he dared to look back at Kurt, he was still smirking at Blaine, before standing, wiping his towel over the sticky mess on his stomach, and turning away to walk back inside his house, an accomplished smirk still sitting firmly on his face.

"Goodnight Blaine-"

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A/n: This is literally the first time I've ever written and would like to know if it's worth writing more? Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, but thank you for at least reading this far :) - Lucy