Klaine One-Shots

Awkward firsts

(Awkward firsts are always sweet, personally can't get enough)

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The door to Blaine's bedroom clicks shut with a sort of terrifying finality. Not that Kurt is going to change his mind. He wants this. He's ready. It's just that with Blaine standing there with a flush on his cheeks and his eyes round and wide, Kurt sort of feels like he's getting ready to present an oral report to the class.

There has to be a better metaphor than that.

"We could get undressed? If you'd like?" And Blaine is nervous too, voice trembling a bit despite his words and the way he's twisting the hem of his shirt.

"Yes. Yes, I would like that thank you," Kurt says, like he's agreeing to a second helping of green beans.

They undress in silence, layer after whispering layer. They both fold their clothes into neat little piles on Blaine's dresser; Kurt spending way too long getting the folds crisp and perfectly lined until Blaine touches his wrist with gentle fingertips.

"All set," Kurt grins, now only in his briefs and Blaine in his. Red, Kurt notes. That's nice. Then blurts without thinking, "I like your underwear."

Wow. He should write a book on seduction techniques. Honestly.

But Blaine smiles, holds Kurt's hand and thanks him. He leads them to the bed. There is kissing, which is wonderful. As always. Some light groping above the waist which isn't entirely new, not even bare chested. But the tickle of Blaine's leg hair against his own is, and the whining little groan Blaine gives when Kurt dares to spread the tips of his fingers along the high swell of his ass- also new.

And pretty great. Kurt wants to make it happen again. And again. But he also wants to see. He's just not exactly sure how to go about that.

Should he ask first? Is there a considerate way of asking Hey mind if ogle your naked body for a while? Probably not.

But then Blaine gets eager, lips pressing firm and body moving over Kurt's. Kurt goes onto his back with Blaine pressed against him kissing the breath from his lungs, and all of Kurt's nervous musing flitter away with the butterflies in his stomach, just lets himself be kissed by Blaine, consumed by Blaine. Until-
"Can I touch your- um-" Blaine's hand hovers over his crotch, where he's nearly mostly hard, though that wilts a tad with Blaine's hesitance.

"What would you like me to call it?"

Sarcasm as a defense against being so vulnerable in the moment claws up Kurt's throat, but he doesn't, just pushes it back down because Blaine is beautiful and kind and just want Kurt to be comfortable. So he doesn't say Fred or Little Kurt or his throbbing manhood. He almost does. He snickers a little at himself.
Blaine's eyebrows pinch together. "Kurt?"

"Sorry, I- Sorry." Blaine looks worried and Kurt really was liking the direction this was headed.

"Do we have to call it anything? I get the gist of it."

"Right." Blaine's palm moves to Kurt's bare thigh, squeezing and digging his fingers in.

"Blaine. The answer is yes."

"Oh. Okay. Great, that's- really great."

His hand lifts and Kurt closes his eyes and then there is a pause that makes him irrationally annoyed at being made to wait. Old habits. He pushes that down, too. And then- Wow.

Blaine's hand is there, warm and wide and cupping him softly. Kurt's flagging erection makes a triumphant return, so much so that he feels dizzy with the rushing of his blood. Blaine is touching him, his- His- Huh. What should they call it?