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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel
  Additional Tags:
      Barebacking, Public_Sex, Toys, Exhibitionism
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-08-16 Words: 2675
****** Skipping Class ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Get a hall pass and meet me in the bathroom by the auditorium. –K
    * Get a hall pass and meet me in the bathroom by the auditorium. –K
      Now? –Blaine
      Yes. -K
    *
Kurt grabs him before the door even slams shut. Blaine makes a startled squeak
when his boyfriend gets all up in his face, twisting the lapels of his sweater
so hard that the fabric stretches. Perhaps he ought to be vaguely worried about
how poorly Kurt is treating his clothes but the bright, hungry look in his eyes
has Blaine's breath catching and his mind racing along a completely different
train of thought.
Pushing him up against the closed door, Kurt kisses Blaine like they haven’t
seen each other in years rather than since lunch. It takes Blaine a second to
react, to bring his arms around Kurt’s waist; he pulls him in and kisses back
just as hard. He’s confused at what’s prompted this sudden need to skip class
to make out but he’s really not going to complain.
Desperate hands scrabble at Blaine’s clothing, pushing his shirt up to scratch
and pinch and grab his skin. Kurt’s lips are moving up his jaw to pant into his
ear and nip the lobe. “I want to fuck you right now.”
Blaine isn’t too proud of the whimper he makes when Kurt palms his erection.
He’s too hard, too fast and the touch makes him feel oversensitive. He rubs his
cheek against Kurt’s and moans brokenly, whispering his boyfriend’s name .
Then Kurt stops, pulling away. “I think I hear someone coming.”
Groaning, Blaine tries to press Kurt’s hand against his hard-on again. “Yeah,
that’d be me if you would just—“
Kurt presses his hand over Blaine’s mouth to quiet him, listens intently for a
moment, and then pushes him toward a bathroom stall that is blessedly clean.
Blaine’s head spins as Kurt positions them – Blaine’s back against the stall
door with Kurt sitting on the lid of the toilet. Someone enters the bathroom
just as Kurt’s planting his feet on either side of the door, boxing Blaine in
and keeping Kurt hidden.
Based on the heavy, lumbering steps, Blaine thinks it might be a football
player but he can’t be sure. If it is a football player, he’s taking his sweet
time and doesn’t seem to be leaving any time soon. Frustrated, Blaine looks
down at Kurt to find him grinning like a mad man and rubbing his thumb
suggestively over the bulge in his pants.
Blaine opens his mouth to tell Kurt that he’s crazy, that there’s some jock
just a few feet away, but chokes on his words when Kurt puts his mouth to
Blaine’s erection, sucking at it through his jeans just long enough to tease
before leaning back. With hardly any effort, Kurt opens Blaine’s fly, grabs the
fabric at both sides of his hips, and pulls his pants down to his knees in one
quick tug, freeing Blaine’s cock from the confines of his underwear. When Kurt
sucks the head into his mouth, pressing his tongue along the slit, Blaine has
to bite his knuckle to keep from crying out. The heat of Kurt’s mouth is almost
too much, agonizing in its suddenness, and Blaine wants to drown in it just to
be put out of his misery.
The jock in the bathroom still hasn’t left yet, which is blowing Blaine's mind
because as far as he can tell, the guy's just been humming to himself in the
general direction of the sinks. Having someone just feet away, unaware of
what’s going on in the stall, turns Blaine on more than he’s ever expected. He
takes hold of his cock and squeezes because he’s going to come too soon. As
much as he loves Kurt’s mouth, he’d rather get fucked like Kurt promised, and
the thought of doing it in a place as semi-public as this is so alluring that
Blaine will be sorely disappointed if it doesn’t happen.
Kurt is unrelenting, however. He grabs Blaine by the ass and pulls him forward
so that his lips meet Blaine’s fist around his cock. Blaine wants to cry out,
moan, shake apart but he can’t. He can’t let their unexpected guest know what
they’re doing, and that need to be quiet and still and unsuspecting makes it
even hotter. He’s aware of how loud and arrhythmic his breathing is and how
long he’s been standing there, suffering in silence while Kurt licks along his
shaft. His body is tense with anticipation of being discovered. Surely their
quiet is suspicious by now. Kurt’s not being as careful as he could be with the
slurping noises his mouth makes and there’s only so much he can do to keep
himself quiet as well. Perhaps the jock thinks that Kurt is a Cheerio sucking
another guy off, maybe he’s getting off on it.
The part of Blaine's mind that's focused on the jock's every movement wants him
to be listening in. Blaine wants that jock -- wants everyone -- to know that
his boyfriend does this kind of thing, that he'll text in the middle of class
to demand that Blaine be available to fuck. It's hot and Blaine is more than a
little grateful that the reality matches up to the fantasy. Kurt is devastating
and relentless with his mouth in more ways than one, and the drag of Kurt's
lips around his cock is like having electricity carve paths down his nerves.
Very quickly, Kurt’s mouth gets to be too much and he can feel his orgasm build
low in his gut. Blaine shakes his head and pushes Kurt off of him. Gonna come,
he mouths.
Smiling again, Kurt brings his middle finger to his mouth, licking the long
digit until it's shining and wet. Entranced, Blaine watches as Kurt reaches
between Blaine’s legs and presses the finger against his hole, rubbing and
teasing it before he pushes inside.
It was no secret between the two of them that Blaine was a bit of a cock slut.
In some perverted way, he feels more like himself when Kurt is pressing into
him, whether it’s his fingers or his cock or a toy. There are days when he begs
for it, fingers himself until Kurt takes the hint and fucks Blaine until
they’re both panting and exhausted.
Knowing that he’s more than ready, Kurt pushes a second finger into him. It’s a
little uncomfortable and a little too much, but it’s so good.
Much to his relief, Blaine hears their lone audience member pad across the
tiled floor, open the door, and leave. Blaine sags with relief, leaning against
the cool metal door. Now he doesn’t have to police himself, now Kurt can really
fuck him. He sighs as he whispers a barely-audible, “Finally.”
“Turn around,” Kurt demands. He pulls his finger out and pushes against
Blaine’s hip so that Blaine is pressed tight against the door with his cock
pinned between. The cold of the metal does nothing to deter Blaine’s erection;
instead, he reaches a hand between himself and the door and rubs himself to
relieve some of the pressure. It only makes him that much more desperate to
come.
A familiar click echoes against the walls followed by the lewd squelch of
lubricant being squeezed out of its tube. Kurt stands behind him and readjusts
Blaine’s stance so that he’s braced firmly against the door. He squeezes
Blaine’s cock as two lubricated fingers push into his asshole up to the
knuckle, barely enough to stretch and but more than enough to tease.
Before Blaine can become accustomed to Kurt’s fingers, they’re swiftly removed
and replaced by the head of Kurt’s cock pressing hot and tight against his
hole. Kurt rubs the tip against Blaine, spreading the lube even more, before
pressing inward. As often as they’ve done this, nothing can prepare Blaine for
the quick, painful stretch of his hole trying to accommodate the girth of
Kurt’s cock. It’s gone as soon as it happens, however, and what’s left leaves
Blaine feeling insurmountable pleasure.
Kurt presses as far in as he can before sliding out again. The drag of skin-on-
skin causes a loud moan to echo around the stall. Blaine's heart catches in his
throat when he remembers that anyone passing can hear him and he shivers from
the fear.
A hand slaps itself over his mouth; Kurt presses close against his back and
hisses into his ear, “Fuck, Blaine. Do you want to get caught? Does that get
you off?”
Blaine groans, unable to speak past Kurt’s hand, and grinds his hips backwards,
fucking himself on Kurt’s cock the best he can in the confined space. Yes; yes
the thought of getting caught is getting him off. He suddenly wants someone
else to walk in uninvited, someone they know. Maybe Mike or Puck, wants them to
see two pairs of feet and hear the loud slap of Kurt’s thighs against his.
“You’re such a freak sometimes,” Kurt whispers affectionately as he kisses
Blaine’s neck. He thrusts into Blaine sharply, angling down so that his cock
glides right across his prostate.
Blaine can feel the build of pleasure low in his groin and he wishes that he
wasn’t being silenced. He wants to beg and plead for Kurt to fuck him harder,
to make him come all across the bathroom stall so that it drips messily on the
floor. He wants Kurt to come in his ass so that it runs down his balls and down
his legs and leaves a mess in his briefs. He wants to sit in class and feel
sore when he sits down.
Desperate to get that message across, he impales himself onto Kurt harder than
before. Kurt isn't pounding into him with nearly the strength he knows Kurt's
capable of and his frustrated whimper -- the whining, needy sound he makes when
he wants what Kurt isn't giving him -- gets muffled behind Kurt's fingers. Kurt
laughs into his shoulder and grabs his hips roughly, hauling him backwards
until they’re both seated in the toilet lid.
Kurt’s filling him completely, cock sheathed right to the base. The muscles in
his chest tense and Blaine finds it hard to breathe all of a sudden; his eyes
roll backwards and he tries to moan but no sound comes out. Kurt squirms below
him and bounces his legs, urging Blaine to move.
With his jeans sliding down around his ankles, it’s difficult for Blaine to
straddle Kurt’s legs properly but he manages to find a position fitted between
the V of Kurt’s legs so that all he needs to do is push himself up and then
fall back onto Kurt’s cock. Blaine scrabbles for purchase on the walls around
him, the slick metallic paint providing no firm grip to him to old onto. He
latches onto the toilet paper holder and uses it to get some leverage to fuck
himself onto Kurt’s cock. It works, but his abs burn after a minute. Blaine
whines out, but Kurt has no sympathy.
“Fuck yourself on me, Blaine,” Kurt says, moaning into the fabric of his
sweater. “That’s it. Don’t fucking stop.”
A welcome hand snakes its way up under Blaine’s shirt to pinch and scratch and
twist his nipples while the other finally fists his neglected cock. Blaine
fucks up into Kurt’s hand and down onto his cock and it's exactly what he
wants. His weight carries him all the way down Kurt's cock and Kurt's fingers
are tight around Blaine's length. Then Kurt is scratching four hard lines down
his front and the overabundance of sensations sparks such intense pleasure that
Blaine comes with a strangled shout.
Panting and oversensitive, Blaine sits on Kurt’s cock for a moment of rest, but
Kurt shifts impatiently underneath him, growling into his ear, “I didn’t say
stop.”
When Blaine doesn’t immediately move, Kurt pulls on his cock and Blaine winces.
He's not ready to get it up for another round and Kurt knows it. He pushes
Kurt’s hands away before standing and leaning against the stall door once
again. He feels empty and cool in the few seconds it takes for Kurt to fit
behind him again, so it's rather satisfying to have Kurt slide back inside him
so easily -- hot and thick and perfect. Blaine’s hole is sore from already
being fucked to orgasm, but it still feels good. Maybe later he’ll fuck himself
with his fingers, prodding the swollen skin and remembering how awesome it felt
to have Kurt inside of him.
Kurt moves with deep, sharp thrusts, mouthing along the back of Blaine's neck.
Even though he came only a minute ago, Blaine can't help but respond a little
to it -- breathing hard against the stall door while he tightens weakly around
Kurt. It takes a few minutes -- time in which Kurt reaches around to cup
Blaine's half-hard cock and fuck into him with a low moan -- but finally, Kurt
comes deep inside of him, biting down on Blaine’s shoulder to keep himself from
yelling. He quivers with aftershocks for several long moments, long arms
wrapped around Blaine just to keep a firm grasp on gravity. It’s in those quiet
moments that Blaine finally notices the sweat gathered between his shoulder
blades, the slickness of lubricant that’s dripped down the back of his thighs,
and Kurt’s come -- plugged inside him by Kurt's cock, warm and sitting heavily.
Sooner than Blaine would like, Kurt pulls his cock out. He immediately replaces
it with a thumb. Making a small sound of confusion, Blaine looks over his
shoulder to see if he can tell what Kurt's planning, but Kurt is merely
watching him with a small smile stretching across his lips.
“I have a gift,” Kurt chirps.
He reaches for the satchel he placed next to the toilet bowl and rummages
around the front pocket for a moment before taking out a shiny, metal butt
plug. He sucks on it, getting it wet, and uses it to catch some of the lube
that's dripping between Blaine's thighs. When Kurt pushes it into Blaine's ass,
it meets little resistance, and feeling it settle inside him, far heavier than
Kurt's cock, Blaine quakes a bit.
Continuing his explanation, Kurt says, “This way, when I fuck you before glee,
you'll still have my come inside of you. And then we'll do this again and I’ll
come in you again and you’ll sit in glee, plugged and full.”
Kurt runs his finger around the flared head, tickling the raw skin of Blaine’s
hole, and then bends to help pull Blaine pull his pants back up. Blaine's
cheeks grow warm as he follows Kurt's train of thought and god help him, he's
getting hard already just considering it. As fond as Kurt is of teasing Blaine
to his limits, it comes as no surprise to Blaine that he holds onto Blaine's
hips and then keeps on talking.
“Then," Kurt says and Blaine can hear the smile in his voice, "we can go to my
house and I’ll fuck you again while my dad is downstairs since now I know you
like the thrill of almost getting caught.”
Groaning, Blaine spins and hauls his boyfriend in for sinfully hot kiss. Kurt
moans in appreciation, licking into his mouth and cupping and squeezing at
Blaine's ass. For a moment, the plug feels overwhelmingly huge, shifting inside
him without giving way, and Blaine writhes in Kurt's arms, unable to escape it.
He wonders if he’ll be able to walk like this, or if everyone will know just by
his slight waddle. Abruptly, Blaine hopes that they can tell and that the
whispers that follow him for the rest of the day are about how well-fucked he
looks and about how the redness to his cheeks are all Kurt's fault.
The bell signaling the end of class rings, startling them apart. They laugh
awkwardly, both of them blushing as they realize that the spent the whole class
period fucking in the bathroom. Blaine presses his lips against Kurt’s again,
finding that he really, really doesn’t mind.
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