Word count: 3,966
Author: Unknown
I found this on some weird website. But its hott
They pass through the doorway to Kurt's room in a flurry of motion; hands grasping at clothing and roaming under lifted shirts, mouths connected and tongues dancing together.
Blaine kicks the door closed behind them, socked foot muffling the action, and backs Kurt toward his bed, pressing the taller boy into the mattress.
Kurt moans as Blaine's weight settles over him, pushing him into the softness of his bed, and rolls his hips. Both of them groan at the delicious pressure and Blaine pulls away from Kurt's mouth, breath heavy and moist against Kurt's face even as his fingers scramble to undo Kurt's pants.
Reaching down to return the favour, Kurt grins, his face flushed and alight with passion. Blaine grabs Kurt's hips, fingers digging in hard, and rolls them, reversing their position so that Kurt is perched above him, legs straddling his hips and the luscious curve of his ass pressing down on Blaine's groin.
Keeping his hands on Kurt, Blaine thrusts upward, eyes closing as his cock rubs over Kurt's cheeks - he can't wait to feel his bare skin on Kurt's. Kurt yanks Blaine's pants open, fingers brushing over the hardness straining under the material of his boxers, and pulls them down just far enough that he can pull the waistband of Blaine's boxers up and over his cock. Blaine is left effectively trapped with his thighs partially spread beneath Kurt, his heavy erection leaking and bare and exposed.
Kurt is quick to grab him in hand, fingers wrapping around Blaine's girth, stroking him urgently as Blaine manages to pry Kurt's very tight jeans from his hips.
"You've gotta," Blaine gasps out between strokes of Kurt's hand, "you've gotta take these off."
Kurt let's go of Blaine and lifts himself up onto his knees, working the tight material of his jeans down his thighs and to his knees, where he awkwardly, with the help of Blaine, finally manages to kick them off completely. When he settles back down on Blaine's thighs, the coarse material of the grey slacks scratching at his bare skin, he sees that Blaine is smirking at him.
"Commando - really?" Kurt smirks back. "It's not like we had time for me to find my underwear if we wanted to get back here before anyone else came home."
Blaine drops the subject by grabbing hold of Kurt's erection, palm sliding over the smooth, hard flesh in long strokes. Blaine slides his other hand behind Kurt, his fingers dipping into the crack between Kurt's beautifully round cheeks, and caresses over Kurt's hole.
"You're still wet," he says with a groan. Kurt raises one eyebrow and smirks at Blaine. "The drive between here and Dalton isn't that long, you know. Would you prefer that I go clean up so we can start fresh?" Blaine shakes his head. "Forget I said anything." Kurt hums in agreement, moving synchronously with Blaine's hand as two fingers find their way inside of him, spreading and exploring, stroking the sensitive skin of Kurt's opening.
"Why don't you," Kurt says, reaching over to his bedside table to grab a tube of lube, "get inside of me already?" Blaine grabs the lube from his hands, and Kurt feels as his fingers slide out of him, leaving him empty and wanting more.
It isn't more than a few seconds, however, before Blaine has stroked a lube-covered palm over his erection and is guiding himself up until he is nudging at Kurt's entrance.
Kurt wastes no time, using the muscles of his thighs to sink down on Blaine, groaning as he is filled and Blaine's hands rest on his bare hips. As he settles down almost all of the way, the zipper of Blaine's pants scratching at his buttocks, Kurt finds himself pulled the rest of the way down by Blaine's hands, which are suddenly tight on him. Blaine's hard cock fills him with a satisfying stretch, brushing over his prostate and sending Kurt moaning and gasping, hips twitching in Blaine's grasp.
