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works/431252.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Kurt_Hummel, Blaine_Anderson, Artie_Abrams
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_M/M/M, Pining, Crush, Unrequited_Love
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-11 Words: 7204
****** Head Like a Steel Trap ******
by fleurdelisee
Summary
     "So, how's your crush on my boyfriend going?" or the one where Artie
     pines over Kurt.
Notes
     It all started with a dream I had a week ago and after some prodding,
     my friends convinced me to write this. I don’t even know what it is.
     Title from Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet by Fall Out
     Boy.
It's quite possible that Artie has a crush on Kurt.
It's not like Artie had never seen him before. He's known him for years, all
the way back when his face was still mostly made out of cheeks and he was in
the closet, but it's like Artie really only noticed him recently. Kurt looked
stunning as he sang his apologies to Blaine and Artie found himself in a very
tricky situation because of it.
(Not that kind of tricky, although that was a problem, too, by the end of the
performance.)
So, yes, a crush. Maybe. He's not exactly sure how to define it, but he knows
he can't stop thinking about Kurt, about the way his legs look in those skinny
white jeans he should be forbidden to wear, the way his shoulders have become
broader and stronger in the past year and his voice - God, his voice - when he
sang I Have Nothing.
To his boyfriend. Artie needs to remember that Kurt has a boyfriend with whom
he's as good as engaged, and he doesn't stand the remotest of chances.
Maybe Artie should address the obvious issue at hand before he deals with his
crush: he's not gay, he knows he's not. Maybe he's bi, but he has a feeling
that he really just likes people that are hot and whose lips are just sinful.
Like Kurt.
Besides, he's in high school, so whatever, he can be unsure about his sexual
orientation for at least another six years before he has to settle for one. He
has more important things to deal with than a big gay freak out. There's also
the fact that Kurt probably cancels sexual orientations and makes them invalid.
This really should be his main concern: he can't stop looking at Kurt. Artie's
not even sure they ever had a conversation that went beyond small talk or
Quinn's pregnancy.
"So, you can see why I'm confused." Artie concludes his lengthy explanation to
Mike with a noncommittal shrug, trying to brush it off as something light and
unimportant when actually it's been keeping him awake for the past week. No
need to be over dramatic, this is only a crush, what he needs is to move on
like nothing is going on.
The bustle of the cafeteria is nearly deafening around them, the shouts and
laughter echoing around the walls and mixing with the smell of the toxic waste
they try to sell them as food to give Artie a headache. It's perfect for that
conversation. He first thought about meeting in the choir room, but he feared
Rachel and Finn would barge him mid-conversation to have a heartfelt impromptu
duet, and if Rachel or Finn find out he's being a huge pervert over Kurt,
they'll skin him.
Mike nods thoughtfully and hums like he's channelling some sort of ancestral
Asian wisdom before he answers Artie. "I see, yeah. I understand."
"Sorry, you don't."
"No, really. Trust me, I do."
Artie stares at Mike for a few seconds and Mike holds his gaze without
blinking. It's all very dramatic and Artie appreciates the intensity of the
moment they're having, he can easily see the kind of orchestral score this
scene would have in a movie, but he needs answers. "You mean—"
"Everyone wants to make out with Kurt."
"No," Artie deadpans, shaking his head and rolling back.
"Huh, yes. Tina and I have talked about it. He's on our list of potential
candidates for a threesome as well as one of the very few people we have the
right to kiss without cheating. Hummel is hot."
Artie heaves out a sigh of relief. He's not weird or a creep if it's normal to
have a crush on Kurt. He can live with that. "You don't know how happy I am to
hear that. Now I guess I just need to stop staring at him so Blaine doesn't—"
Artie trails off when he sees Mike's smile fade. "He's standing right behind
me, isn't he?" He was sure they were safe at the back of the cafeteria, half-
hidden by a vending machine. Blaine must have a protective-boyfriend radar or
superhuman hearing or something.
"Yes," Blaine says coldly. "I'm right there."
"Hey, Blaine," Mike says smoothly, holding out his hand for a high-five.
The look Blaine sends Mike makes him lower his hand slowly, a sheepish
expression replacing his confident smile. Artie rolls further back. If Blaine's
best friend looks like he wants to crawl under the floor, Artie should probably
be in another room. Preferably in another school. Maybe Vocal Adrenaline has
vacancy? Carmel should be far enough to escape Blaine's wrath.
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing, dude, just. Nothing." Mike doesn't look convinced by his own words
and clears his throat when Artie sends him a look that he hopes shows just how
much he's judging him.
"You were talking about Kurt, I heard you." Blaine sounds exhausted, his voice
breaking on the last word. He clears his throat and crosses his arms over his
chest tightly, his eyes moving between Artie and Mike.
"It's not what you think, Blaine. He's not cheating on you."
Blaine's eyes widen as the blood drains from his face. He looks kind of like a
puppy that's been kicked when he makes that face and Artie is really starting
to feel like a horrible human being.
"What?" Blaine chokes out. Artie once more glances at Mike because seriously,
this was the worst thing he could have said. It hasn't even been a week since
Kurt and Blaine had their fight. Artie thought Mike was smooth, but as it turns
out, Finn might have dealt with this better.Finn.
"No, Blaine, seriously," Mike says in a rush, holding up his hands in
appeasement. "He's not. Artie and I were just talking about how—well. How we
all kind of want to kiss Kurt."
"You—what? Is that a joke?"
"Yeah. Your boyfriend is hot, Blaine, in case you didn't notice."
Blaine lets out a dry laugh. "Yeah, I know." He sits opposite them and rests
his elbows on the tabletop, his hands on his temples and a look on his face
like the weight of the world is on his shoulders.
Artie waits for Mike to speak. It's kind of his fault the entire conversation -
which should really stop happening as soon as possible before he dies of
embarrassment - began in the first place, but he still doesn't want to have to
deal with it.
"Yes, yes, obviously. We're totally supporting you and Kurt, you're the best
couple ever—" Mike begins.
"Totally. Besides, all the singles in glee club kind of live vicariously
through you—" Artie continues when Mike's words seem to ease some of Blaine's
tension.
"—just ask Puck. But yeah, seriously, Blaine, you have nothing to worry about.
It's just that we're all curious—no, not curious. More like—" Mike glances at
Artie for support, but all he can give him is a shrug and a shake of his head.
"—I don't know."
Blaine shakes his head and rubs his temples with more intensity. "This is a
joke, right guys? Please tell me it's a joke."
"I swear I don't know where that comes from, Blaine."
"I'm not surprised you find Kurt attractive. I mean, I'm surprised it doesn't
happen more often, but it's just—he's not a social experiment, okay?" When
Artie and Mike stare at him in confusion, he rolls his eyes. "You can't just
kiss a gay guy to reinforce your heterosexuality. You can't. We're not there to
help you test whether or not you like guys."
"Blaine," Mike says sternly, grabbing his forearm. "Calm down. No one's trying
to steal your man. You're making a huge deal out of nothing. Chill."
"We'll get over it, Blaine. Don't worry," Artie adds, patting Blaine's shoulder
before rolling away so he can go hide his shame and embarrassment in a bathroom
stall until lunch is over.
Artie doesn't get over it. It only gets worse until he is unable to talk to
Kurt without acting like a schoolgirl. It doesn't help that nicer weather means
Kurt stopped covering himself with sweater-capes or whatever the shapeless
atrocities he wore all winter were, leaving large amounts of his skin uncovered
and revealing the tight shirts he wore underneath. The really tight shirts.
It's distracting.
The school year needs to end so Kurt can be gone to New York and Artie can move
on to something else like video games or a zombie apocalypse survival plan,
which Sam has been bothering him about for the past months. Even college
applications would be better than pining over Kurt like Artie is a twelve year
old girl and Kurt is Justin Bieber.
(That's a terrible mental image, oh god. He'll have to go watch something gross
online or ask Puck about his latest conquest to get rid of it.)
He also can't wait for the day when he'll be able to stop constantly worrying
about everything he says and does around Kurt and Blaine. He doesn't know what
Blaine overheard of their conversation and it's driving him crazy. Maybe Blaine
has no idea he's pining over his boyfriend, maybe he thinks all Artie wants is
to kiss Kurt.
The trip to Nationals is particularly difficult. The bus ride is torture,
because even though Kurt and Blaine started on separate seats, Blaine moved to
sit next to Kurt and they fell asleep against each other, Kurt clinging to
Blaine almost fiercely. The girls all cooed and took pictures with their phones
and all Artie wants to do is ask one of them to send him the pictures, but
that's overstepping too many lines to even begin counting them. He settled on
staring at the back of their heads like the giant creep he is while cursing
every deity he knows for that stupid crush he can't get rid of.
A party is planned before they even get back to the hotel room to celebrate
their victory. They plan stealthily, exchanging text messages under the table
during dinner and making sure nothing on their faces show that they're about to
break the rules they promised Mr. Schuester they would follow.
The plan gets as far as Puck collecting money for the alcohol before Sugar says
something too loudly near Coach Sylvester, which results in a limit of four per
room lest they want to sleep in the hallway. Santana proposes a rebellion, but
she loses her only follower when Brittany remembers there's a Dancing With The
Stars marathon on television.
This is how Artie ends up in a hotel room with Finn and Kurt and nothing to do
but look at Kurt from a distance as he goes about his night routine and argues
with his step-brother.
"It's totally unfair that Artie gets an entire bed for yourself," Finn
complains from his sprawled position on the bed he shares with Kurt.
"No, what's unfair is that Blaine and I can't even be in the same room."
"Still," Finn grumbles, turning on the television and flicking through the
channels. "You should share with him, you guys are both tiny. I know you'll
keep me awake all night to complain that I don't leave you enough space."
"Well then, don't take all the bed and you'll get to sleep. No offence, Artie,
but I really don't want to share a bed with you. I wouldn't feel safe for you.
I've been told I'm a restless sleeper."
Artie shrugs and manages to say it's no big deal despite the way his heart
stupidly sped up when his brain supplied him with images of Kurt in the same
bed than him. Finn stops his zapping on a sports channel and the loud cheers
coming from the television effectively change the subject, focusing Kurt's
attention on complaining about the volume and how if Finn thinks he'll get to
watch sports all night he's sorely wrong.
"See what I have to live with daily?" Finn tells Artie with a smirk. He earns
himself a smack behind the head with one of the pillows. "Okay, screw you Kurt,
I'm off to see Rachel."
Kurt collapses on the bed after Finn is gone, stretching his legs and arms
until he's filling the entire mattress. He turns his head and smiles at Artie,
who realizes a second too late that he's unabashedly staring. Kurt's shirt
untucked from his pants in one spot, his pale skin showing, and try as he
might, Artie is unable to look away from the sliver of skin. His eyes are drawn
to it like magnets.
"Artie? Are you okay?" Artie tears his eyes away in time to see Kurt looking
down at himself with a frown, tugging his shirt down and sitting up.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he replies quickly and clears his throat. "Do you want
to watch tv?"
Kurt grabs the remote and throws it to Artie before settling against the
headboard. "Anything but sports."
Artie chuckles and smiles at Kurt, who grins in return. This is probably the
first time he's alone with Kurt since they met and, of course, it had to happen
when his crush has turned into something borderline terrifying and they're in a
hotel room.
He glances at Kurt after putting on the news, biting his lip when he sees him
smiling at his phone while he types a message. Writing to Blaine,obviously.
"Huh, I didn't ask—do you want to get on the bed? I can help you, like, carry
you or something" Kurt says as he puts down his phone, shifting and tucking a
leg under himself to look at Artie.
Artie sucks in a breath as he tries to stay calm, choking on a strangled noise
and dropping the remote. His reaction is ridiculous.
"I—I need to change first. I'll go do that."
"Sure! By the way, I hope you don't mind if Blaine drops by for a while? He
won't stay long, curfew is soon anyway."
Artie concentrates on digging his pajamas out of his suitcase, unable to smile
at Kurt like he knows he should. "No problem. The more the merrier, yo," Artie
says lamely, clearing his throat as soon as the words are out.
He rolls his chair as quickly as he can on the threadbare carpet, hurrying to
the bathroom to go hide his shame. This is stupid. Artie is good with people,
but when it comes to Kurt he's unable to say two sentences without making a
fool of himself.
With his attention focused on the door of the room, which he expects to hear
open anytime, Artie changes into his pajamas and gets ready for the night
before taking a deep breath and leaving the bathroom. He's halfway down the
small hallway when there's a knock at the door.
"I'll get it!" he calls.
"Thank you!" Kurt replies, appearing at the foot of the bed and looking towards
the door expectantly.
Artie backs up his chair until he can reach the door handle by twisting his
upper body. Blaine steps in the room and immediately grabs the handles of the
chair, pushing Artie forward and closing the door behind him.
"Hey Artie," he says cheerfully. "Kurt."
"Hi, Blaine." Kurt's tone is coy and his smile teasing as he looks at Blaine
through his eyelashes. He grabs Blaine's hands and pulls him closer, shifting
to kneel on the mattress and pull Blaine into a hug.
Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt tightly for a second before stepping back.
"What were your plans for the night? Puck decided to break into the mini-bar so
I really needed to be elsewhere," Blaine explains as he climbs on the mattress
to sit next to Kurt, snaking an arm around his waist and leaning into him.
"TV, maybe a late night trip to the vending machine down the hall for a snack,"
Artie answers while he backs up his chair in the narrow space between the two
beds. "And an early night, I guess?"
"That sounds about right," Kurt replies. He looks at Blaine and they have one
of their silent conversations where the quirk of an eyebrow or a half-smile is
enough for them to understand each other. Artie has a feeling he is somehow at
the heart of the conversation and his presence in the room inconvenient.
It was a secret to no one that Kurt and Blaine had, from the start, planned on
ditching the party to go in one of the empty rooms and spend the night
together. It dawns on Artie that he's the third wheel (well, actually, the
third and fourth wheel) keeping them from a night of debauchery and—well,
whatever it is they do together. It's better if he doesn't dwell on this too
much. His pajama pants are unforgiving.
"Artie?" Artie blinks back to reality and looks at Kurt. "Do you want help
getting on the bed, now?"
"Huh, yeah, thanks."
Kurt shrugs and smiles as he gets up and positions himself in front of Artie,
hands on his hips.
"How—"
"Just—" Artie beckons him closer and Kurt bends down. He stiffens when Artie
wraps his arm around his shoulders. It lasts merely a second and then he's
putting one arm behind Artie's back and one under his knees, lifting him with a
groan.
"Wow, Artie, do you hide rocks in your pockets? You're heavier than Blaine and
he weighs, like, a ton."
"I do not," Blaine protests. Artie looks at him from over Kurt's shoulder and
he's pouting, his arms crossed over his chest. "We're not all made with bird
bones, Kurt Hummel."
"Bird bones, huh?" Kurt replies with a smirk. He puts Artie down and fusses
with the pillows until Artie bats him away, a flush colouring his cheeks.
"You're okay?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Can I put your chair on the other side of the bed? If you need to get up, you
can always—huh." Kurt's voice falters and his sucks in his bottom lip. "You can
always roll?"
"I'll be fine, Kurt, thanks."
After a wave of the hand and a shrug directed to Artie, Kurt gets on the bed on
one knee to drop a kiss on Blaine's temple before hopping off and making a
beeline for his suitcase. "I'll go change. I'll be right back."
As soon as the door to the bathroom is shut, Blaine turns to Artie, his arms
crossed over his chest. "How's the crush on my boyfriend going?"
"—what?" Artie sputters, his eyes widening.
"Don't play stupid. I heard what you told Mike and even if I hadn't, I see the
way you look at him. This has to stop."
"It's not something I can control, Blaine," Artie says in a slow, serious tone.
He's unsure about Blaine's age - that's actually a serious bet they have, with
Rory leading the team 'held back a year' while Mercedes claims he's just
younger and that's it's not that surprising to find out Kurt is a cradle-robber
- but in that moment, he feels older than him; more mature and poised. It's a
nice change from the usual way everyone feels around Blaine.
"Well, you should try. I can help you, if you want." When Artie laughs
derisively, Blaine frowns. "And I'll have to tell him."
Okay, this conversation isn't fun anymore. "Don't."
"Then stop getting all—" Blaine waves his hand around, "—all moon-eyed whenever
you see him. It's not cool. I'll really tell him if you don't stop."
A weight settles in Artie's stomach and he feels dizzy from how absolutely
horrifying the prospect of Kurt finding out about his crush on him is.
"Stop flipping out, dude. I'm not stepping on your territory."
"Kurt is not my thing."
"Damn right he's not," Kurt says coldly, making the two of them jump. He's
hugging his folded clothes to his chest and looking between them with wide
eyes. "Is that right, Artie? You like me?"
"Of course I like you, Kurt. We're friends." If Artie is lucky, Kurt will buy
that one.
Kurt shakes his head, dropping his clothes in his suitcase before climbing on
his bed and sitting on his heels. "I heard you, guys. Those walls are not
exactly soundproof. Can someone tell me what's going on?"
No luck, then.
"Artie has a crush on you," Blaine replies, taking Kurt's hand and pulling him
closer. Kurt shifts until he's sitting next to him, Blaine's arm tightly
wrapped around his waist.
"I don't—" Artie sighs and rubs his eyes, setting his glasses askew. "I don't
know what's going on, okay? You're hot and I don't know."
"Thank you." Kurt's cheeks turn pink and he preens before growing serious. "I-
hum. I don't know what to say. That's-that's unexpected. Are you sure?"
"It's nothing, Kurt."
"It's not, Artie. Do you want me to kiss you?" Blaine and Artie both protest at
the same time and Kurt has to shout to be heard. "Shut up, both of you! Blaine,
Artie is obviously confused about his sexual orientation—"
"I'm really not, though," Artie cuts him sharply.
"—and he refuses to see it. What happened when you got confused about yours?"
"No, it's still not okay, even if you bring up Rachel. We were not dating at
that time. It's not the same thing."
"It's just a kiss, Blaine. It won't hurt anyone. You'll be there the whole
time. It means nothing."
"Thanks," Artie deadpans, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his
chest. "Are you going to consult me at all?"
Kurt shushes him, his eyes still fixed on Blaine's. Blaine tangles their
fingers and shrugs like he's suddenly exhausted. With his hand on Blaine's
cheek, Kurt leans in to kiss him softly before pressing their foreheads
together. He whispers something Artie can't hear, but it makes Blaine chuckle
and kiss him.
"Okay, fine," Blaine finally says before sighing and slumping back against the
pillows. "But no tongue."
"You don't have a say, sorry. I had front row tickets to the Anderson-Berry
Making Out Catastrophe and I can assure you there was tongue," Kurt snaps,
raising his eyebrows.
"I know, I was there," Blaine mutters before sinking lower against the
headboard. "And we were not together. Just get it over with."
Artie's mouth turns dry when Kurt switches beds to sit next to him, all soft
smile and questioning eyes.
"You're supposed to ask me if that's okay," Artie says because he has to speak
even if it's to talk nonsense. His voice comes out embarrassingly high and from
the other bed, Blaine lets out a dry laugh.
"Do you want to kiss me, Artie?" Kurt asks flippantly, his hand coming to rest
on Artie's thigh and squeezing.
"I can't feel that, you know," Artie deadpans to buy time.
Kurt flushes and withdraws his hand, curling it up against his chest. From this
close, Kurt is even more gorgeous than Artie could have ever imagined. It's
mesmerizing and he finds himself staring openly, his lips slightly parted. His
eyes travel over Kurt's face, taking in the sharp line of his jaw and his high
cheekbones, but never looking down to his lips. He still needs to think this
through for a second or two.
"You didn't answer me."
Artie looks down at Kurt's lips in time to see the corners quirk into a smile
and he sucks in a breath.
"Yes, okay." This is all Artie manages to get out and he does so in a squeal.
The sound mirrors the state of his mind, a mess of conflicting thoughts and
loud shouts of 'yes!' amongst it all.
Kurt nods resolutely and scoots closer, shifting to sit crossed-legged. Blaine
pushes himself off the headboard and sits on the edge of the bed, his shoulders
set in a tensed line and his eyes flitting between the two of them.
The air stands still for a second and then Kurt is leaning in, his hand cupping
Artie's cheek before kissing him, a soft press of lips that makes Artie feel
warm all over. He expected fireworks and marching bands, but instead what
settles over him is a comfortable sort of heat. It's nothing like kissing Tina
or Brittany, but it's not as alien as everyone seems to think kissing a boy is
supposed to be.
Artie kisses back harder and he feels Kurt's faint stubble against his lips. It
yanks him back to reality and he pulls away with a gasp, his fingers coming up
to touch his lips. Of all the things that are running through his mind right
now, the first to come out is: "You shave?"
Blaine bursts out laughing while Kurt looks at Artie with curiosity, his lips
pressed together in a thin line. "That's it? That's all you have to say? No
earthquakes or fireworks? Nothing?"
Artie shrugs. "It felt really great, but it didn't change my life."
Kurt's face falls and he scowls. "What about your crush?"
"Still there."
"But kissing me does nothing to you," Kurt says sternly.
"To be fair, that was a pretty chaste kiss," Blaine comments. Artie and Kurt
both whip their heads around to look at him and he raises his eyebrows. "Don't
look at me like that. If we're going to do this, we better do it properly,
right?"
Something stirs in Artie's stomach when Blaine says 'we' and he blinks away the
thoughts that sprung to his mind. Blaine is handsome, but he's not going there.
He's staying far away from there.
"Fine." Kurt wraps his hand around the back of Artie's neck and pulls him into
a kiss, his tongue licking at Artie's lips as soon as he kisses back.
Artie lets out a sound from the back of his throat as Kurt's tongue meets his
and his hands come up to hold his waist. Artie's breath is short and his head
is reeling because this is earth-shattering and life-changing. Kurt kisses him
rougher than any girl he's ever kissed, his fingers at the base of his skull
gripping and digging into his skin. The curve of Kurt's hips is firmer and less
pronounced than what he's used to, making him acutely aware that it's a boy
he's kissing.
Kurt breaks the kiss with a shaky breath, eyes bright and cheeks red. He laughs
self-consciously and rubs the back of his neck before turning to face Blaine.
Artie doesn't look away from him until he sees his face change. Curious, he
follows Kurt's gaze to find Blaine staring at them with wide eyes and parted
lips.
"That was unexpectedly hot," Blaine croaks out before blinking as though trying
to shake himself out of a daze.
"Yeah?" Kurt asks with uncertainty lacing his voice.
"How was it for you?" Blaine gets up and joins them on the bed, his fingers
immediately tangling with Kurt's.
"It was great, I mean—you're still my favourite, but Artie—Artie's good. What
about you?"
Artie's eyebrows shoot up when they turn to look at him. "It was good?" His
voice is once again too high and he clears his throat. The tension is
unbearable. "You know, if Puck was here he'd say the only way to get rid of the
tension is to have sex," he jokes.
Blaine's breath hitches and he flushes before looking down. Kurt gapes at him,
tugging on his hand until he looks up. "What?"
"You're turned on," Kurt breathes out. "This turns you on."
Blaine smiles sheepishly. "I don't know. It was really hot to watch you with
him. It's weird."
"It's not." Kurt kisses him. He pulls away and stare at the wall behind Artie
with a frown for a second or two. "We could—"
"We could—?" Blaine repeats.
"Number twenty-one on my bucket list."
Artie watches them in silence. He can guess what they're talking about and his
head reels from it. This cannot really be happening. He doesn't even know if he
wants it to happen.
"Can Artie even—?" Blaine asks cautiously, glancing at him.
"My penis works," Artie snaps before he can stop it.
Kurt lets out a strangled noise and puts his hand over his mouth, his giggles
coming out muffled. With a glare to Kurt and a deep breath, Blaine turns his
attention to Artie.
"Are you freaking out?"
"I don't even know what you're talking about. I have a rough idea, but—"
"A—huh. A threesome. With us." Kurt's voice is deeper and breathier, the sound
of it making Artie's skin tingle. His brows are furrowed and he's drumming his
fingers on his knee, but apart from that he looks confident in what he's said.
Artie opens his mouth before clamping it shut quickly. He was about to question
Kurt on their motives, but he's pretty sure it's the wrong thing to do in that
instant so instead he nods his approval.
Kurt nods, too, and then he's kissing Blaine. This is Artie's definitive hint
that they're doing this and he's not dreaming; the kiss he's witnessing has
nothing to do with the scarce ones he's ever seen them share. It's slow and
dirty and he watches, captivated, as their tongues meet and curl together. It
occurs to him that they might be giving a show and getting off on it, which
makes him groan.
Blaine breaks the kiss at the sound and he looks at Artie, a smile slowly
spreading over his lips. "Kurt," he says in a low voice. "Why don't you go and
kiss Artie some more?"
Kurt presses a quick kiss to Blaine's lips before moving over to Artie, whose
breathing immediately quickens. Kurt straddles his thighs and then dips down to
kiss Artie, sucking his bottom lip in his mouth before he can even brace
himself with his hands on his hips.
Artie grips Kurt's waist and squeezes it, kissing back as hard as Kurt gives
until a small noise escapes Kurt's throat and he buries his hands in Artie's
hair when Blaine scoots closer and presses his lips behind Kurt's ear. It makes
his hips jerk forward and Artie breaks the kiss with a surprised moan when he
feels Kurt's half-hard cock against his stomach. This is all too real, his late
night fantasies coming to life and it's leaving him breathless. Kurt is an
incredible kisser and he seeks Kurt's lips again by tilting his head forward.
Kurt presses his forehead against Artie's, his panting breath burning against
his skin. In one movement, Kurt twists his upper body around and yanks Blaine
by the collar of his shirt, crashing their lips together. Blaine's hands move
to Kurt's hips, bumping into Artie's and making him let out a nervous laugh. He
lets them drop to give Blaine room, instead placing them on Kurt's thighs. He
tentatively strokes them and Kurt hums into Blaine's mouth, cupping Artie's
cheek and breaking his kiss with Blaine to pull Artie into a heated one.
The quiet wet sounds their lips make as they meet is dizzying to Artie, his
mind racing as he tries to shut it down and enjoy the moment despite the
unfamiliarity of the hard line of Kurt's cock brushing his hip every time he
shifts. Artie opens his eyes when Kurt's lips leave his and all he sees is
white skin, his pajama shirt unbuttoned and constantly pushed lower off him as
Blaine moves it aside to pepper kisses over the back of Kurt's neck and his
shoulder.
The rest of his clothes, as well as Artie's and Blaine's, are gone in the midst
of kisses and strokes, Artie growing more and more confident as Kurt responds
to his touches with shivers and breathy sounds. The feeling of being the third
wheel is still present and is unlikely to go away, but Kurt obviously tries his
best to shift his attention between Blaine and Artie.
"Sit there," Kurt rasps out, tugging on Blaine's arm until he sits next to
Artie. He licks his lips and moves his eyes between the two of them, eyeing
their cocks hungrily.
Artie knows what is coming, but it doesn't mean he's not taken by surprise when
Kurt bends forward and sinks his mouth over his dick, his head bopping with the
rhythm he starts. Throwing his head back, Artie lets out a breathless moan and
grips the sheets tightly so he doesn't pull on Kurt's hair. He watches in
amazement as Blaine threads his fingers through Kurt's hair and pushes his head
down, the three boys moaning at the same time when Artie's cock slides down
Kurt's throat. Pulling Kurt up by his hair until Artie's cock slips out of his
mouth, drawing out a dry cough, Blaine leans in to capture his lips in a kiss
while whispering what sounds like 'I love you so much'.
Kurt smiles and moves down Blaine's body, trailing kisses over his skin until
he can wrap his hand around the base of Blaine's cock and lick a line up the
underside and over the head, tonguing the slit before wrapping his lips around
it and sucking shallowly. Blaine's eyes flutter closed and he melts against the
pillows, sinking lower and holding the back of Kurt's head loosely.
Artie begins jerking off as he watches them, the small noises escaping his
mouth matching Blaine's. After a few more minutes of this, Kurt pulls off and
wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before moving over to Artie, taking
him in his mouth swiftly. It sends sparks of electricity through Artie's body
and he grips Kurt's hair, making him moan around him and this has Artie rolling
back his eyes and inhaling sharply. He gets the vague feeling that if his toes
could move, they would curl from how incredible Kurt's mouth feels around him.
And then Blaine is saying they don't have lube and Kurt is moving off Artie to
shake his head and instruct Blaine to look through his suitcase, taking Artie
back in his mouth as soon as he's done.
"W—what for?" Artie chokes out, blinking in an attempt to straighten his
thoughts.
Kurt looks up at him with a glare, slowly peeling off his mouth and wiping his
chin. "Seriously?"
"No—I mean. I figured that out, but I don't—"
"It's not for you," Blaine replies, climbing back on the bed and throwing aside
the lube and a condom. He wraps his arms around Kurt's torso and pulls him
against his chest, kissing the base of his jaw after nuzzling it with his nose.
"I want to finger Kurt," he finishes in a whisper, his hand moving down Kurt's
belly and then curling around his cock, stroking it slowly. "Bend over."
Kurt does as instructed, leaning his weight on his elbows and dropping a kiss
to Artie's cock before nuzzling it when it twitches. His ass is up in the air
and Artie can't look away even as Kurt takes him in his mouth once more. He
watches as Blaine pops open the lube and drips some down the cleft of Kurt's
ass, making him shudder and sigh through his nose. Blaine rubs his fingers up
and down between the cheeks a few times, only stopping when Kurt moans and
reaches behind him to scratch at Blaine's knee.
With a chuckle, Blaine pours lube in his hand and throws the tube aside before
coating the fingers of his right hand and wiping his left on the bedspread. He
then nudges Kurt's legs apart with his knee and settles between them.
Kurt pulls off with a gasp when Blaine slips a finger inside him, his head
falling against Artie's hip. He absentmindedly wraps his hand around Artie's
cock and strokes it while Blaine fingers him, groans tumbling from his lips
every other second and then turning into a high-pitched whine when Blaine adds
a second finger.
By the time Blaine has three fingers inside him, Kurt is pushing back against
Blaine's fingers, his eyes screwed shut and his lips parted on a permanent
moan, and Artie is so hard he thinks his dick might actually fall off. Pawing
at the bed blindly, Kurt takes hold of the condom and hands it to Artie.
"Put that on," he says in a low voice followed by a hiss, straightening up and
sitting on his knees when Blaine withdraws his fingers. Craning his neck, he
kisses Blaine sloppily and off-centered.
"You don't mind?"
Blaine shakes his head and kisses him again, pushing the lube towards Artie.
"Use more," he tells him in between kisses.
Kurt turns around and wedges his thigh between Blaine's, his arms coiling
around Blaine's neck and holding him close. Blaine drags his hands down Kurt's
sides and over his ass, pressing their hips together and holding him there.
They rock together and kiss, the tip of Blaine's fingers pushing in and out of
Kurt until Artie clears his throat. Coating his cock has left him breathless
and he can't stop thrusting into the tight circle of his fist, the slide from
the lube enhancing the sensations until it's almost too much.
"Kurt?" he says.
With one last kiss to Blaine, Kurt crawls up Artie's body, stopping with his
face a few inches from his. "Hi," he says with a smile that looks almost shy.
"Hi," Artie breathes out, pushing up his glasses with his knuckle. "I'm going
to fuck you," he blurts out.
"I think that's the plan, yeah," Kurt replies and dips down to kiss Artie, all
the while reaching behind him to hold Artie's cock. "Ready?"
Kurt presses the tip against his entrance and as soon as Artie nods, he lowers
his hips and gasps sharply before closing his eyes as he sinks lower, stopping
with a shudder when he bottoms out. Just when Artie has a fleeting thought to
how he wishes he could thrust up, Kurt lifts himself up and then sinks back
down, drawing broken moans from the two of them.
From this point on it becomes frantic, the sound of Kurt's moans and their
skins slapping together the only things Artie's overwhelmed mind can take in,
the tight heat around him the only thing he can feel. Blaine drapes himself
over Kurt's back, one arm across his shoulders and one hand around his cock,
jerking him off in time with the ever increasing pace of Kurt's thrusts. Kurt
lets his head fall against Blaine's shoulder, his hands gripping Artie's
tightly and using them to balance himself as he lifts and drops his hips in a
rhythm that's becoming more and more erratic.
Artie's coming before he knows it, gasping out a curse and Kurt's name, the two
mingling together as his body thrums with waves of pleasure. His lets go of
Kurt's hands and digs his nails in his thighs when Kurt leans forward to
capture his lips in a kiss. He grinds his hips while Artie barely kisses him
back, his jaw slack and his mind shattered in thousands of pieces by his
orgasm.
When Artie finally comes down, Kurt plants a kiss to his nose before getting
off him with a quiet hiss. Blaine pushes him down against the mattress and
lifts Kurt's legs before thrusting into him, immediately picking up a rapid
rhythm that has Kurt whining brokenly and digging his fingers in Blaine's arms.
Artie watches them as he gets rid of the soiled condom, the brief touch of his
fingers on his cock making it twitch painfully with interest.
"Oh god, Blaine, I'm—" Kurt chokes out before coming, his body tensing and
arching off the bed.
He pulls Blaine down into a kiss while his other hand snakes between their
bodies to fist his cock roughly, his knuckles bumping against Blaine's stomach
with every other stroke.
It's what does it for Blaine and he grips Kurt tightly, pulling him flush
against his body as his hips snap jerkily forward, his groans and moans muffled
by Kurt's mouth still attacking his with dirty kisses, tongues and teeth
meeting roughly. A few more seconds and then he's collapsing on his side,
rolling off Kurt and onto his back.
The sight of Kurt's abdomen covered in come is enough to send renewed sparks
through Artie's body. He has to shut his eyes tightly and look away when Kurt
absentmindedly runs his fingers through it, his own eyes shut and his lips
stretched in a sated smile. Sweat is cooling all over Artie's body and he feels
gross and clammy, but he has a thought to how Kurt must feel even worse, what
with Blaine coming inside him without a condom and—no, his mind is not going
there, now is not the time to pop another boner.
Kurt is the first to break the silence with a laugh that he buries into
Blaine's shoulder. "Oh my god, what did we just do?"
Blaine gathers Kurt into his arms and he shifts to curl up into his side, his
head resting on Blaine's chest and a content sigh leaving his lips.
"I'm not sure," Blaine mumbles, looking at Artie over Kurt's head.
"It was weird," Artie says. "I mean, it was good, but—yeah. It was weird."
They laugh before falling into a heavy silence, the sound of their breathing
unnerving to Artie. He expects either one of them to freak out and transform
this into something that will leave a bitter taste to his mouth, but it doesn't
come. They should talk about this, but they're too young. They don't have the
right experiences to compare and contrast this with. Artie can't even put words
on what he's feeling right now.
"It didn't help my crush," he eventually says.
"I didn't expect it to," Kurt replies sleepily. "It'll go away on its own,
Artie. You'll get to know me and realize I'm not what you expected. Trust me. I
know a thing or two about inappropriate crushes."
"Speaking of Finn," Blaine says and Artie laughs when he hears Kurt huffing,
"we should move so he doesn't walk in on this."
It takes them a few minutes to actually start moving, Blaine immediately
setting out to find their clothes while Kurt sits up with a wince. They get
dressed in silence - Kurt helping Artie while blushing which makes no sense
because not long ago he was riding him - and then Kurt walks Blaine to the
door, the sound of their quiet conversation and goodnight kisses reaching Artie
through his sleepy haze.
Kurt disappears in the bathroom for a few minutes, turning off the lights of
the room at Artie's request. The sound of running water fills Artie's ears and
he tries to guess what Kurt is doing by listening intently, the quiet sounds
lulling him to sleep.
He has many things to figure out, most of which related to how he had his dick
inside the guy on whom he has a crush, but it can wait for the morning. For the
moment, he will let the exhaustion pull him down into a sleep that promises to
be filled with very interesting dreams and hope he doesn't say anything in his
sleep. Kurt would murder him.
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