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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Kurt_Hummel, Blaine_Anderson
  Additional Tags:
      Age_Difference, Semi-Public_Sex, Kink_Meme
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-23 Words: 2058
****** Follow My Lead ******
by gigi42
Summary
     Kurt Hummel is a famous singer who has a reputation for choosing
     pretty boys to serenade during his concerts. There are also rumors
     that Kurt takes those boys backstage and has his way with them after
     the show but Blaine doesn't believe them. That is until he finds
     himself bouncing up and down on Kurt's dick in his dressing room
     after a show. Written for a GKM prompt.
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Kurt Hummel was many things to many people. Famous Broadway star turned
mainstream pop idol, good son, dependable brother, judge on The Voice, taker of
pretty young thing's virginities in green rooms and dressing rooms far and
wide.
Sure, there had been rumors splashed across the internet but Blaine didn't
believe them. Of course, you know what they say...where there's smoke, there's
fire and that's how Blaine Anderson found himself waiting in the dimly lit
dressing room of the local theater that had KURT HUMMEL splashed across a gold
star on the door.
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Blaine was breathless when the stunning singer had pointed to him from the
stage and held out his hand in invitation to join him for the cheesy romantic
song that signaled the end of the encore. Sure, he knew the move was coming, it
happened at every one of Kurt's shows, but he didn't think he'd ever be the one
singled out in a crowd of thousands. He made a mental note to thank his big
brother, Cooper, for getting him the greats seats so close to the stage and
that Kurt was touring smaller local theatres in an effort to get back to his
roots after the stadium tour last summer.
Security guards showed up swiftly to guide him onto the stage and soon enough
he was being blinded by the spotlight and dazzled by the lithe popstar who was
kissing his hand and singing only to him in that moment.
The roar of the crowd became deafening once the song was over and Blaine stood
there swooning as the stage lights went down and the house lights came up. A
mousy young woman led him off stage and parked him inside Kurt's dressing room
door with strict instructions to wait there and to not wander off.
Minutes later a freshly showered and shirtless Kurt strode in, towel draped
over his shoulders, sweatpants slung low on his hips. Blaine's mouth dropped as
he eyed the pale expanse of toned chest and abs that were on display. Fuck, he
was hot.
"Hi, I'm Kurt and you are?"
"B-Blaine. Blaine. Uh, I'm Blaine," he said rising from his seat, unsure of
whether to shake the star's hand.
Kurt moved in quickly, kissing him on the cheek and giving him a quick hug.
"Well, Blaine, you were great up there by the way."
"I-I was?"
"Wow, you're adorable, aren't you? How old are you, Blaine?"
"Sixteen." Kurt smiled and rubbed his thumb over his shoulder.
“Would you like something to drink? Juice, water, champagne perhaps?”
“Oh, um. Water. Water’s good. Please.”
“Sparkling or still, sweetie?”
“S-still, please.” Kurt gathered a bottle of still and sparkling Evian water
and poured a glass for them both.
“Shall we toast?”
“Um, what to?”
“To a successful hometown show? Or perhaps to the sweet blushing boy before
me?” Blaine’s face flushed a deeper shade of red as he bit his lip nervously.
“You don’t know just how gorgeous you are, do you Blaine?”
Is Kurt freaking Hummel hitting on him? Holy sweet mother of God!
“No, I’m serious. You’re so handsome,” Kurt said sincerely as he moved closer
and held his glass up, ready to toast.
Blaine looked up at the taller man through his long eyelashes, licked his lips
quickly and held up his glass next to the star’s.
Kurt cleared his throat. “How about we toast to…gorgeous talented young men.
May we always have the pleasure of their company,” he teased as he clinked
their glasses together and took a long sip of water. He watched the teen’s
throat as he swallowed, his eyes tracking the bob of Blaine’s Adams apple.
Setting his glass down, he stroked his hand up and down the teen’s arm, letting
it finally rest on his bicep. “Is there anything you’d like me to sign?”
Blaine glanced at the hand on his arm and back to his drink, eyes wide, as he
stuttered out, “Uh, um, I didn’t bring anything with me.”
“Well, I could always sign your stomach or arm or anywhere you like really.”
“My stomach?”
“Sure, I bet it’d look really good there…let’s see,” Kurt said as he pulled
Blaine’s polo shirt from his pants and rucked it up to uncover his tanned abs.
“Oh yes, just perfect,” he murmured as he trailed his fingertips across the
warm skin. He watched as Blaine’s eyes fluttered closed while he kept stroking
along the dips along his stomach, swirling in an indistinguishable pattern.
“You like that?” he whispered close to the teen’s ear.
“Mmmm.” Kurt’s fingertips travelled downwards, catching on the waistband and
dropping away.
“Why don’t we take this off, so I can see what I’m working with, hmm?”
“’Kay,” Blaine murmured as Kurt’s hands tugged at his bowtie and then he
watched the blue eyed star as his shirt was peeled off. He swallowed thickly at
the way the star’s eyes both widened and darkened when his chest was revealed.
“So perfect.” Blaine hissed as Kurt pinched one of his nipples, his mouth
dropping open as it was twisted just a little. “Uh, K-ku-oh.”
“Mm, does that feel good, Blaine?”
Blaine nodded deliriously as he realized that Kurt was leaning in to kiss him.
Suddenly, Blaine was wrapped up in his arms and being kissed hotly, the star’s
mouth devouring his own as their tongues writhed together.
Kurt pressed himself up against Blaine, feeling the teen’s arousal push against
his own. He mouthed at the boy’s neck as he palmed the hard dick over top of
his brightly colored jeans, smiling to himself as soft moans filled the room.
“You feel so good, Blaine. Do you want to feel me?”
“Yeah,” the teen agreed in a daze and Kurt took his hand, leading the way to
his own pants, slipping under the waistband and letting him cup his stiff cock
before letting go.
Blaine wrapped his hand around the throbbing dick and pumped it slowly,
experimentally. It wasn’t his first time feeling someone else but he never
imagined in his wildest dreams that he’d be doing this with THE Kurt Hummel. He
felt Kurt’s head drop onto his shoulder as he panted into his neck.
“Yeah, touch me, Blaine. You know what to do, don’t you my pretty boy? You know
how to make me feel good. Ohhh, yeah. Faster, sweetie. Hngh, just like that,”
he mumbled as Blaine stroked faster, using a tighter grip.
Blaine frowned as Kurt pulled away from him suddenly but was soon agape once
more as the star dropped his sweatpants, showing off his hard and leaking dick.
“You want to taste it, don’t you?” Blaine’s eyes flickered between the
twitching cock and Kurt’s mesmerizing eyes, suddenly realizing he was licking
his lips again.
“C’mon. C’mere, sweetie. It’s okay to want it.”
Blaine stumbled forward, dropped into his former seat on the settee and pulled
Kurt closer by the hips. Tentatively, he pulled the cock towards his mouth,
letting his tongue lave over the head and tasting the droplets of pre-cum that
formed with every tongue lashing. Eventually, he bobbed his head over the
length of Kurt’s cock, taking as much as he could without choking.
“Oh, sweetie. Your mouth feels so good. Mmm, suck it harder, baby.”
A knock at the door interrupted them and Blaine stood immediately, braced by
Kurt’s arms holding his biceps so he couldn’t flee.
“Shh, it’s okay. It’s probably just Marley. I can get rid of her,” he whispered
to Blaine before speaking loudly towards the door. “Yes?”
“Kurt? Can I come in?” A timid female voice asked.
“I’m changing Marley. What do you need?” Kurt asked as his hands dropped to
Blaine’s belt, where they unbuckled it and unzipped his pants.
Blaine simply watched as Kurt’s hands moved seemingly automatically as they
divested him of his trousers, underwear and shoes while he carried on a
conversation with Marley who remained on the other side of the closed dressing
room door.
Kurt stepped away to pull a tube from his toiletries bag but was back in a
flash, squirting lube onto his fingers, leaning in and around to spread
Blaine’s cheeks and dabbing a slick finger at his entrance. Blaine’s soft groan
made Kurt smile as he discussed his interview schedule for the next morning
with Marley. He pushed a slim finger inside the teen and captured his lips
between his own for a short kiss.
Several minutes went by like this, varying numbers of slippery fingers pushing
and stretching inside Blaine while radio stations and times were confirmed.
Finally Marley was dismissed by Kurt, telling her that he needed to concentrate
on his moisturizing routine, at which point Kurt pulled away from Blaine once
more.
Diving back into his bag on the table, he ripped open a condom, rolled it on
and slicked up his cock. He sauntered back over and twirled Blaine around with
a smile as he sat, slouched on the settee. Making grabby hands at the boy, he
captured Blaine’s hand and pulled him down to straddle his lap.
Blaine settled his hands on Kurt’s shoulders as he felt the older man line his
dick up, nudging against his opening.
“Mmm, sweetie. I need you to sit down on it real slow, okay?”
Blaine nodded and let himself be lowered by Kurt’s free hand on his hip. The
pressure on his backside increased until it was almost painful but then the
head of Kurt’s cock popped inside the hole and Blaine squeezed around the tip
instinctively.
Kurt tipped his head back and groaned. “Fuck, sweetie, you’re so tight. Uh.
Ohhh.”
Blaine let out a long breath, trying to help his muscles relax, and managed to
slide further down the star’s cock.
“Yeah, that’s better, sweetie. So good. You feel sooo good, baby.”
Blaine sat in the star’s lap, impaled on a long cock and looking down at his
own, which was weeping copious amounts of pre-cum on Kurt’s stomach. Kurt’s
attention snapped back to watching Blaine’s face before realizing that he
needed to relax a little more before the real fucking could begin. The hand on
his hip tightened its grip slightly as the other wrapped around Blaine’s dick
and he set about stroking him with an even rhythm to encourage him to move.
It worked and Blaine’s hips stuttered into action as he fucked up into Kurt’s
fist and then understanding that there was pleasure sparking inside him as
well, he rocked back down. Blaine draped his arms around Kurt’s neck and he
started to bounce on the star’s cock in earnest, recognizing that he was now a
fully-fledged groupie and that, if he ever found out, his big brother would be
ridiculously proud to know he was fucking one the last year’s Sexiest Men
Alive.
“Muh, uh, Kurt. Oh God, Kuuu-rt. Clooo-se.”
“Oh, oh, sweetie, don’t stop. For God’s sake, don’t stop.”
Blaine’s face screwed up as he tried to hold off his orgasm but it was in vain,
the swirling burn in his stomach raced through his body as stars shattered in
his blood, leaving a twinkling feeling in his toes, fingertips and cheeks. He
let out a loud moan that turned into Kurt’s name and his cock still encased in
Kurt’s hand, erupted in a fountain of cum.
The rhythmic tightening of Blaine’s ass as his release pumped through his veins
sent Kurt over the edge. Pulling the boy close to his chest, he caught the
teen’s upper lip between his and panted into his mouth as he came gushing into
the condom.
They leaned against each other as their bodies cooled and their breath
returned.
“You’re so gorgeous, sweetie and such a good fuck,” Kurt said as his head
dropped back against the wall. “Are you sure I can’t sign anything, do anything
for you?”
Blaine took the chance to kiss and nibble at the star’s exposed neck as he
thought about it. “Hmm, m-maybe you could get me tickets to your next show?”
Kurt smiled as the teen bit down on his earlobe. “I think I can manage that, if
you can manage an encore performance. Whaddaya say?”
Blaine simply grinned and dove in to kiss the star hard. If he was going to be
Kurt’s groupie, he’d be the best damn groupie he’d ever had.
 
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