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Summary: Set somewhere during the events of The First Time, Kurt can’t stop thinking about something Blaine said.

Honestly I just wanted to write a masturbation fic

Word Count: 2000+

“You want me to come over on Saturday when we have the house to ourselves, so you can show me what you look like when you masturbate?” He breathed out with a shaky laugh, “Yeah Kurt. Yeah it’s okay.”

“You know what you said the other day?”

Blaine made a quiet noise in response, not looking up from his page and Kurt let himself be momentarily distracted by the soft twirl of the pen between his fingers, the way his tongue pressed against the corner of his lips in concentration, before he steeled to continue.

“About,” he paused, pressing his lips together uncertainly for a moment, wishing his heart would slow down in its frantic thrumming against his ribs, “About…masturbation.”

Kurt didn’t look at him, eyes snapping back down to his half-written sentence as he heard the scratching of Blaine’s pen pause, felt the covers of the bed shift and dip as he straightened up.

“Kurt?”

He was suddenly too hot, pen slipping between his fingers as he clenched it. A hand pressed under his chin, raising his head until their eyes met and Blaine was just looking at him, with that expression brimming with love and trust, and tell me come on Kurt talk to me.

Kurt sighed and pushed Blaine’s hand from his neck, clasping it in his lap instead and stared down at their entwined fingers because he couldn’t think, could barely breathe properly when Blaine was looking at him like that.

“Do you?”

His throat was dry, words barely more than a whisper, “masturbate?”

“Well yeah.”

Kurt cringed. Blaine was folding his legs, crossing them and settling down until they were opposite and so close their knees brushed and that meant he was ready to talk. Probably in painstaking detail.

“Often?”

Blaine shrugged, playing with Kurt’s fingers absentmindedly.

“Enough. More recently.”

His lips quirked up in a soft smile that made Kurt’s heart ache, and the fingertips brushing across his palm had his mind spinning riotously fast. God, Blaine had such soft hands and now all Kurt could see was him dragging them down his own chest, unbuckling his belt and sliding his hands into his boxers with a groan. He felt his face flushing slightly, palms damp.

“Do you?” Blaine prompted gently and Kurt’s ears burned as he ducked his head, wishing he hadn’t started this conversation.

“Sometimes.”

He chanced a glance upwards, but Blaine was staring at their hands seemingly lost in thought.

“Do you…um…do you think about me?”

Kurt closed his eyes, breathing out long and steady.

“Yes.”

He heard Blaine’s sharp intake of breathe, felt the way his fingers twitched and tightened around Kurt’s and when he opened his eyes Blaine’s cheeks were darker, his eyes wider and brighter.

“Do you –”

“God Kurt, yes.”

 It was almost a moan, guttural and longing and his hands clasped Kurt’s so feverishly and earnestly that he couldn’t help but smile through his reddened cheeks.

“I…I want you to…to see me.”

Blaine’s mouth dropped wider with a sharp gasp, a heavy jolt of breath.

“Now?”

“No! No…Blaine my dad’s downstairs!”

Blaine blinked and laughed, dropping back slightly with a suddenly comfortable grin.

“You could be quiet.”

“No I couldn’t.”

His eyes twinkled, “No, you’re right. You couldn’t.”

Kurt laughed again and then Blaine’s fingers were moving against his and it was relaxed and it was them, comfort and familiarity and everything he’d ever needed.

“But maybe…I was thinking Saturday? I mean, dad and Carole are at work and Finn will probably be at Rachel’s so…I mean…if that’s okay.”

“You want me to come over on Saturday when we have the house to ourselves, so you can show me what you look like when you masturbate?” He breathed out with a shaky laugh, “Yeah Kurt. Yeah it’s okay.”

***

He wasn’t even nervous when the alarm blared Kurt out of a restless sleep on Saturday morning, accepting a kiss on the cheek from Carole and a pat on the back from his father as they left the house as though he wasn’t about to engage in acts of wanton debauchery under their roof when expressly forbidden.

He was jittery, excited but somehow still managing to stay calm. His hand didn’t shake as he stirred his cereal, but his appetite was gone and Kurt pushed the bowl away with a sigh. He made his way upstairs, rubbing the lipstick left on his cheek as he passed the mirror and locking the bathroom door, letting the room fill with steam and standing under the hot pressure until he heard Finn shout a goodbye and slam the front door.

Kurt pulled his pyjamas back on over his damp skin, pushing his hair back roughly as he checked the time and caught sight of himself in the mirror.

The neck of the sweater hung loose and baggy over his collarbone, cheeks flushed with heat and hair falling over his forehead but he didn’t care. This was Blaine, and suddenly perfect hair and clothes seemed foolish when he put them into perspective.

The doorbell rung, echoing loudly through the house and Kurt jumped.

Blaine was early, he was always early.

He stepped through the door with a smile, pulling off his jacket and hanging it on the hook by the door with such casual domesticity that Kurt had to fight back a smile, fiddling with the cuff of his sweater and leaning into Blaine’s embrace.

“You’re all damp,” Blaine said, his nose pressing up under Kurt’s ear and breath ruffling the drying tips of his hair.

“Yeah. Shower. Do you um…want to go upstairs?”

Blaine nodded quickly, pulling back until his hands were resting lightly against Kurt’s arms.

“Sure.”

Kurt made to turn away but Blaine caught his face, rubbing his palm gently along Kurt’s cheek for a moment as he turned his head back, an unbearable softness in his eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s only me. It’s only you.”

Something welled in Kurt’s throat and he turned fully into Blaine’s arms, pressing them closer and tightening his arms around his waist, his forehead falling against Blaine’s collarbone.

“It’s just us.”

“Yeah,” Blaine laughed into his hair, clutching him back, “It’s just us.”

***

Kurt was flat on his back, sweater shed somewhere on the floor tangled with Blaine’s t-shirt. Even ground, Blaine had said with a laugh, tugging it over his head until his hair was ruffled and stepping closer until they could feel each other’s heat.

He tilted his head to the side to catch Blaine’s eyes from where he lay, his body propped beside Kurt’s.

“I just have…one rule, okay?”

Blaine nodded, humming lightly and skimming his nails over Kurt’s stomach.

“No touching. This is a one-man job, this time.”

Blaine’s hand stilled, palm lying flat and heavy over his abdomen before he pressed it hard upwards, rubbing deep against and up Kurt’s chest and kissing him hard and fierce, cupping his jaw with insistent fingers until Kurt was breathless.

“Okay,” he pulled back, touching their foreheads and breathing hard against Kurt’s lips, “Okay. Just do what you would normally do. Pretend that I’m…that I’m not here.”

Kurt laughed in exasperation, “I’m normally pretending you are here.”

Blaine’s chuckles hummed against his neck as he pulled back, keeping inches of space between them until Kurt closed his eyes and breathed, deep and slow.

With his eyes closed he could almost forget the faint shift of covers as Blaine moved at his side, block out the scent of his skin and just feel. Like he was alone, like a vivid dream in the dead of night when he was wishing Blaine was there.

Kurt let his hand graze up his chest, scraping lightly across a nipple in that way that sparked with the dullest of pleasures, circling and brushing lighter and faster while the other ran up his stomach and back down until he was tingling everywhere, every touch suddenly heavier wherever it fell.

He pinched his nipple, tweaking it hard enough to gasp just one hitching breath, nails scratching lower to dip beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. Deeper and dragging back out, touching against where the skin was warm and still damp before he moved away, heart hammering against his fingertips.

His hand slide lower, cupping and moving over the hard shape of his cock through his sweatpants and Kurt’s legs bent hard at the knee, spreading as his hips tensed to arch up into the light touch, biting back a straining grunt through clenched teeth.

Blaine let out a tiny moan beside him, moving closer until their bodies were just brushing but Kurt didn’t care, one hand fisting in the sheets as the other ran the length of his cock, squeezing lightly with every stroke.

But it wasn’t enough and Kurt could feel cool sweat building on his brow, every breath of air against his skin making him tingle and burn, and his fingers fumbled with his pants, raising his hips and tugging them down blindly, ignoring the hands that weren’t his that hooked them over his knees and off his legs.

Kurt could feel the cool air between his legs, suddenly naked and decadent, spread wide on his bed with his head thrown back into the pillows and one hand dragging his nails up his thigh. His fingers traced over his hipbone, dipping between them, his face screwed up with barely controlled restraint.

“Come on, Kurt.”

Kurt gasped at Blaine’s breath on his neck, grasping the base of his cock. His hand was warm and dry, rough friction burning his skin with every stroke and he was bucking up into it, fingers screwing into the sheets and it wasn’t enough, the teasing pressure tingling and flickering but Kurt’s throat was raw with tiny noises of dissatisfaction until Blaine’s hand touched the back of his and he froze, hips quivering forwards because Blaine was right there. Inches from him with the heat of his arm radiating towards Kurt’s thighs and he couldn’t hold back the rock upwards, the tiny whine from between his lips as Blaine tugged his hand away and pressed it against his own mouth.

“Oh, god,” Kurt choked, his head thrashing to the side, away from Blaine to press into the pillow and sob because his tongue was thick and wet and pushing between and around Kurt’s fingers, sliding rough and slippery over his palm until it was slick.

Now each touch was smooth, something gradual and building that rose with every movement of his hand, pausing to rub his thumb over the head, wet with precome and flaring with a hot sort of pleasure with every slide and jerk of his wrist.

Kurt could hear throaty, gasping moans that he was pretty sure were coming from him, the sound of skin moving against skin and the heavy breathing of Blaine beside him, god Blaine.

Kurt turned his head, opening his eyes finally, finally and caught Blaine’s gaze and fuck, he cried out and arched upwards, building and flaring and burning.

Because Blaine’s face was wrecked and flushed, his eyes wide and dark and he was panting wetly against Kurt’s shoulder, his own hands scrambling with his belt as he pushed his pants down his thighs and pulled his cock free of his own damp boxers, their feet tangling together at the foot of the bed.

Kurt wanted to look down, to see Blaine’s hand working his cock, wanted to see the flushed skin and clench of muscles but he couldn’t. Couldn’t breathe or move or do anything that wasn’t touch himself, harder and faster and refuse to break Blaine’s gaze because he was scorching him. Blaine’s eyes were hazy and dark, unfocused as he moaned, his lips against Kurt’s shoulder, rocking into his own fist so frantically the bed shifted against the floor.

“Fuck, Blaine!”

Blaine whimpered against him, turning his face into Kurt’s skin until all he could breathe was the scent of his hair and the air was musky and hot, sweat and sex and Kurt was crying Blaine’s name over and over, with Blaine rocking and buckling against him every time until he came with a guttural groan, hips curving up and freezing as he spilled, hot and sticky over his hand and stomach and crashed back against the mattress.

Blaine was suddenly closer, half pressed on top of him as one hand clutched uselessly at Kurt’s skin, moving roughly over his ribs and arm, seizing his jaw and angling his lips down to catch them messy and sloppy between his own.

Kurt’s mind was hazy with his orgasm, but Blaine’s skin was hard and burning hot against his and he couldn’t help the arm that wrapped around his waist and tugged them together, reaching down to link between the fingers that worked hard up and down Blaine’s cock and move with them.

Blaine gave a muffled shout, biting Kurt’s lip with a desperate sob that faded into a whine as he came across their twined hands, splattering over Kurt’s ribs and sticking between their bodies as he tensed and fell over him, forehead pressed against Kurt’s sweaty neck and their hearts hammering together.

Kurt didn’t move until the curls tickling his nose forced him to turn his head to the side, cheek against Blaine’s forehead as he looked down at his stomach, heavy with Blaine’s limbs and smears of come and trust his boyfriend to be a post-orgasm sleeper.

“Thank you,” Blaine was mumbling against his neck, “God thank you. Thank you so much, fuck Kurt. I love you.”

Kurt hummed in agreement, letting his fingers smooth down Blaine’s bare back, bare, skin god so much skin and so soft and smooth and his boyfriend was naked against him, and they’d just shared their first orgasm and Kurt couldn’t quite hide the grin that stretched across his face.

Blaine yawned widely, leaning back and propping himself up on the pillow beside Kurt with a grin.

“What are you so happy about?” his voice was light a teasing and unbearably happy.

Kurt wrinkled his nose at his damp stomach, dipping one finger though the sticky white liquid and raising it to Blaine’s lips. They parted gently, sucking Kurt’s finger into his mouth with a lewd, wet pop and a soft hum of contentment.

“Oh,” Kurt said, brushing his fingers through Blaine’s hair and down his cheek, “I can think of a few reasons.”