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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel, Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel/Rory_Flanagan
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel, Rory_Flanagan
  Additional Tags:
      Hurt/Comfort, Threesome_-_M/M/M
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-11-23 Words: 6329
****** The Madness That You Feel ******
by fleurdelisee
Summary
     “It’s not okay if I ask one of you to kiss me, right?”
Notes
     Written for this prompt. Title is from If I Ever Leave This World
     Alive by Flogging Molly. I couldn’t resist their Irish-ness in this
     context. I never thought I would ship Klaine with someone else until
     Rory showed up. I have no regrets.
“They what?”
Blaine watches warily as Kurt literally shakes with anger. Finn shuffles his
feet and shrugs, leaning against a locker and obviously trying to look smaller.
It’s not working.
“It was just a joke, dude, don’t freak out!”
Well, that was the wrong thing to say. Kurt lurches forward and Blaine barely
has time to catch his arm to hold him back.
“Let go of me, Blaine, I swear to god—”
“Kurt, calm down. I think—” This will probably hurt and lead to very bad things
in Blaine’s near future, “—you’re overreacting.”
Kurt stops fighting against Blaine’s hold and turns an icy glare his way. “I’m
overreacting, really? So you don’t think that sending Rory to buy drugs from
Sandy Ryerson was incredibly cruel and mean?”
“Dude, they didn’t send him to his death, he’s just—”
“Rory is fifteen, Finn! Sandy Ryerson will eat him up, and I am not talking
figuratively right now! God, how is this different from Rachel sending Sunshine
to a crack house? For someone who claims to be his friend—” Kurt trails off to
better glare at Finn. He takes a deep breath to calm down. “Anyway, it’s not
like Rory will accept, right?”
“Actually—” Finn’s shoulders sag and Blaine reflexively wraps his hand around
Kurt’s bicep.
“Do you realise your power, Finn? Do you? I don’t think you see how much
influence you have on people, and especially—Rory admires you, okay? You’re
like, everything the entire world pictures when they think about American boys.
And with the bullying he thinks he has to—to emulate you to gain acceptance,
despite everything I keep telling him and I hate you so much, Finn Hudson,”
Kurt finishes in a hiss.
Blaine strokes Kurt’s shoulder soothingly with his free hand until Kurt moves
away. “Sorry, am I overreacting again?” he snarls when Blaine lets out a noise
in protest.
Yeah, okay. Blaine underestimated Kurt’s anger. “Kurt, do you want to go get
him? We can try to talk him out of doing it.”
Kurt’s eyes immediately soften as he glances at Blaine to nod before glaring
back at Finn. “Where’s he meeting Sandy?”
“Under the bleachers. Right now.”
“Oh my god,” Kurt groans before stalking off. Blaine nods at Finn before
running to catch up with Kurt, who’s already halfway down the hallway.
“Will you explain to me who’s that Sandy Ryerson guy?” Blaine calls after Kurt.
Without stopping, Kurt visibly tenses. “He’s—have you ever watched To Catch a
Predator?”
Blaine’s eyebrows shoot up and he clears his throat. Okay. This is bad. “This
is bad.”
“Oh yes. Puck told us once that he sells his medicinal marijuana to students
but I didn’t believe him. I guess I was wrong. And now, poor Rory is meeting
him. Alone.” Kurt violently pushes on the metal bar of the door, swinging it
open forcefully. Two freshmen yelp in surprise at the bang the door produces at
it hits the metal railing of the staircase and Kurt glares at them.
He runs - ’I’m not running, Blaine, you cannot run in those pants’ - down the
four steps before heading for the bleachers. When Blaine sees that Kurt is
cutting through the rain-wet grass despite wearing white boots, he realises
just how worried Kurt actually is.
“Kurt, hey, slow down.”
“Rory might be about to get raped, how can you—”
Blaine quickens his pace so he can catch up with Kurt and he grabs his arm,
forcing him to face him. “You need to calm down before you get there, Kurt,” he
says in what he hopes is a soothing voice. “I know you’re worried for Rory’s
safety, but if we get there and we’re out of breath and upset, it won’t do any
good. You’re at your wittiest when you’re calm.”
Kurt nods and closes his eyes as he breathes deeply. Blaine puts his free hand
on Kurt’s other arm and starts stroking up and down, pressing hard so Kurt can
feel it through the layers of clothing he’s wearing.
“I just. I wanted to make a difference for once. I wanted to be able to protect
at least one person from bullying.”
“I know,” Blaine whispers. He desperately wants to press his forehead against
Kurt’s but they’re in the middle of the quad. Having his hands on Kurt’s arms
and standing close enough to feel him exhale is already too much. “So did I.
Let’s go, now.”
Kurt nods and reaches up to graze his knuckles down Blaine’s cheek, smiling.
They walk towards the bleachers at a more reasonable pace this time. They take
the long way around to hide from view and they can hear voices as they near an
alley between two sections. Kurt puts his finger over his lips to shush Blaine.
As they get nearer, the voices become clearer and Blaine can hear Rory’s fear
in his voice. Kurt gets out in the open and starts toward the creepy man in the
trench coat Blaine assumes is Sandy Ryerson. While Kurt starts lecturing him,
Blaine heads for Rory and puts a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“You okay?” he asks. Rory nods jerkily, staring past Blaine at Kurt and Sandy.
“Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”
He lets Blaine steer him and twists his head around to look behind. “Is Kurt
going to be okay?”
Blaine chuckles. “Yes. I’d fear for Sandy before I feared for Kurt’s safety.
Are you okay?”
Rory shrugs. “I guess? I can’t believe I let those guys convince me to do
this.”
“Peer pressure is a bitch,” Blaine says, nodding emphatically.
Blaine puts his hand in the middle of Rory’s back and strokes a few times,
smiling up at him when Rory looks at Blaine. They hear running steps behind
them and a few seconds later, a red-faced Kurt has caught up with them.
He grips Rory’s arm and looks up at him, his brows furrowed with concern. “Are
you okay? Did he do anything to you?”
Rory shrugs and Kurt tightens his grip. “I feel like an idiot right now.”
Kurt opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by the sound of loud, boisterous
voices farther down the quad. The three boys turn around to see the football
team getting out for their practice. Blaine feels Rory tense up under the hand
he still has on his back and he only has to glance at Kurt for them to both
agree they need to get him out of there as fast as they can.
“Hey, do you want to come over to my house?” Kurt asks, his voice getting
higher like it always does when he’s faking cheerfulness. “Screw the football
team. You don’t need to be a part of them to have friends. You have us. Now
come on.”
Kurt tugs Rory forward and Blaine pushes at his back until he starts walking
again, his eyes trained on the jocks that keep looking their way. “Ignore
them,” Blaine mutters. “Don’t listen to what they say.”
“One day they’ll work for us,” Kurt adds. “Well, not for you, unless they move
to Ireland, but—” Kurt trails off and clears his throat. “Let’s just get to my
car.”
They make it to Kurt’s car without a problem and Blaine sits in in the
passenger seat while Kurt hurries back inside to get their book bags. Rory is
on the backseat and he’s not talking. All he does is staring at his lap. The
silence is really getting awkward.
Blaine breathes out in relief when Kurt comes back and starts complaining about
Finn the entire ride. He only stops when they’re parked in the Hummel-Hudsons’
driveway and he turns to face Rory.
“Alright, welcome to the Hummel-Hudson household. It’s a pretty nice place to
be, except when the douchebag who calls himself my step-brother is there.”
“Kurt—” Blaine says warily as they get out of the car. He probably should start
calming Kurt down so he doesn’t behead Finn before dinner.
Kurt stops at the front door, his keys in his hand, and glares at Blaine. “Oh,
please, Blaine, don’t try to defend him. He treats you terribly when he bothers
talking to you at all. He’s a jerk and I’ve been blinded by too many factors in
the past to notice it, is all.” He unlocks the door and steps in, throwing his
keys in the catchall. “Is anyone here?” he calls.
After they get no answer, Kurt leads them up to his room. Blaine toes off his
shoes and sits on his bed, scooting until he can lean against the pillows and
stretch his legs in front of him. Kurt climbs on it after he took off his Doc
Martens and sits next to Blaine, close enough so that their arms are pressed
together.
Rory is still standing by the foot of the bed, his hands clutching the strap of
his bag. Kurt looks at Blaine and rolls his eyes fondly. “Take a seat, Rory.”
Rory nods and unties his shoes before sitting crossed leg at the foot of the
bed, facing Kurt and Blaine. Kurt stretches his leg and pushes at Rory’s knee
with his toes until he swats his foot away and chuckles.
“Almost a smile! That’s better!” Blaine says, smiling back at Rory. “But
seriously, are you okay?”
“Stop asking me this!” Rory says sharply. “I’m—I don’t know.”
“You’re ashamed,” Kurt says softly with a nod. “It’s not your fault. Whenever
you feel like talking about it, we’re there.”
“Totally,” Blaine adds.
“Thank you.”
Kurt pushes Rory’s knee again and then leans back against the pillows, shifting
to be closer to Blaine. No one is speaking but it feels comfortable. Well,
Blaine is, but Rory looks uneasy.
“Hey—” Blaine begins.
“They—” Rory starts at the same time. The three of them laugh. “You go.”
“No, go ahead,” Blaine says politely. He had nothing relevant to say anyway, he
was about to announce that his cardigan was really damn prickly.
“The guys in the team, they asked me if I was a virgin,” Rory says quietly.
He’s staring at his lap.
“Of course they did.” Kurt groans and shakes his head. “And I bet they asked
you next if you were gay.”
Rory nods. He looks up and looks between Kurt and Blaine for a moment, his
expression unreadable. “I didn’t know what to answer,” he finally says. “I said
no, of course, but—I don’t know.”
“You’re not sure if you’re a virgin?” Blaine asks innocently. He huffs when
Kurt elbows him in the ribs.
“Really?”
“Sorry, I was just trying to lift the mood a little!” Kurt kisses his cheek and
rubs his nose there in appeasement. “But seriously, Rory, you don’t have to
know right now,” Blaine adds.
“Yeah, Blaine is right. Especially not while you’re at McKinley. I don’t know
how it is in Ireland, but here—”
“Don’t take it personally, Kurt, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I don’t
live on Mars. It’s not that different from here.”
“Oh,” Kurt says quietly and Blaine can see he’s trying hard not to pout.
“But, hum. I mostly don’t know because I’ve never been kissed? I figured I
wouldn’t know until I’ve tried. Does that make sense?”
“Yes. Blaine didn’t know for sure he was gay until he made out with Rachel
Berry.”
Blaine groans before he smirks. “Yeah, and the same happened for Kurt with
Brittany.”
“Cheap shot.”
“You started.”
“What we’re trying to say is that you’re right to want to experiment,” Kurt
concludes.
Something shifts in the air and when Blaine meets Rory’s eyes, he gulps. Blaine
counts seventy ticks of the clock before Rory speaks up.
“It’s not okay if I ask one of you to kiss me, right?”
Kurt yelps and sits up straighter. He looks right at Blaine and Blaine holds
his gaze. Would he let Kurt kiss Rory? He plays the images in his head and
something stirs low in his stomach. It must show in his eyes because Kurt
raises his eyebrow in questioning. Blaine shrugs before nodding, and Kurt
mimics him.
“Which one?” Kurt asks and already his voice is raspier.
“I don’t—what?”
“Whatever, I’ll go,” Kurt says and he’s crawling on his knees closer to Rory
before he can react. Sitting down on his heels, Kurt brushes a stray strand of
hair out of Rory’s forehead. "You’re okay with this?” he asks softly.
“You are? Blaine?” Rory looks past Kurt to Blaine.
“I’m right here. It’s not cheating.”
“Exactly,” Kurt says before cupping Rory’s jaw and angling his head up to press
his lips against his.
Rory lets out a strangled noise and his hands flail before settling on his
knees. The kiss only lasts a few seconds but when Kurt pulls away, Rory’s face
is beet red.
Kurt giggles when he sees him and he pecks Rory’s nose before moving away.
“And there you go, Rory Flanagan. You’ve been kissed by a boy. Your thoughts?”
Blaine asks and he smirks when Rory blushes even more.
“Kurt is a good kisser,” he mumbles.
“Agreed.” Blaine kisses Kurt, smiling when Kurt hums against his lips.
Kurt pulls away first and he licks his lips while staring into Blaine’s eyes.
Heat flares up in Blaine’s groin. “Blaine is better. Want to try?”
“Huh—”
“Don’t be bashful,” Blaine teases as he crawls closer. “You’re among friends.
And you wouldn’t want to go back home with nothing to brag about, right?”
Blaine winces internally. This is something Santana would say to talk someone
into having sex with her.
“R-right.”
“Good.”
Blaine kisses him rougher than Kurt did, pressing his lips hard against Rory’s
unmoving ones. Blaine reaches up to hold Rory’s head as he deepens the kiss,
sucking on his bottom lip and worrying it with his teeth until Rory whimpers
and leans forward, his hands leaving his own knees to rest on Blaine’s.
Blaine pulls away and grins when Rory stays put, a dazed look on his face.
Without thinking it through, Blaine leans in again and groans when Rory parts
his lips and rocks forward to get closer. Blaine grabs his shoulders and Rory
scrambles on his knees. This changes the angle and Blaine sits back on his
heels, craning his neck up as Rory bends over him. Blaine tentatively licks
Rory’s upper lip and the boy gasps and pulls away.
The mattress dips as Kurt moves closer, his arms wrapping around Blaine’s
waist. He can feel Kurt’s breath against his ear and that makes him shiver.
“This really turns me on,” Kurt whispers. He digs his fingers in his flesh. “Do
you—”
“Yes,” Blaine breathes out. Whatever it is that Kurt was about to ask, he wants
it. He’s sure of it.
“Rory,” Kurt purrs, hooking his chin over Blaine’s shoulder. Rory nods before
Kurt even asks and Blaine smirks. “Awesome.”
Kurt drags his hands from Blaine’s waist to his stomach and he starts
unbuttoning his cardigan. Blaine lets his head fall back against Kurt’s
shoulder and mouths at Kurt’s jaw, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to his
skin. Kurt hums and once he freed Blaine from the prickly wool cardigan, he
drags his fingers down the buttons of his shirt and past his belt to his
crotch, gripping his cock through the fabric of his pants.
Blaine groans and rocks his hips forward. Rory is looking at them with wide
eyes, his mouth hanging open.
“Rory, come here,” Kurt says in a low voice.
Rory obliges, getting up on his knees again and crawling towards them. Kurt
wraps his hand around the back of his neck and pulls him forward, crashing
their lips together. Blaine is pressed between the two boys, Rory’s knees on
either sides of his thigh and he can feel Kurt’s growing erection against the
small of his back.
Kurt is still stroking him through his pants while his other hand holds Rory’s
head in place to better kiss him. Blaine puts his hands on Rory’s waist and
moves in, kissing his neck and groaning as his cock jerks with the muffled moan
the boy lets out.
Letting go of Rory, Blaine undoes his pants and gasps when Kurt pushes his
hands into his briefs to wrap his fingers around Blaine’s cock and take it out.
Rory breaks the kiss and looks down at Kurt stroking Blaine’s cock in a tight
fist. He’s breathing hard and Blaine can see the outline of his hard-on through
his jeans.
“C’mere,” Blaine rasps out as he hooks his fingers in the belt loops of Rory’s
jeans to pull him closer until he’s straddling Blaine’s thigh.
His hips jerk forward as they come in contact with Blaine’s thigh and Rory lets
out a shuddering breath before rocking his hips again. Blaine swiftly undoes
his pants for him and then splays his hands on the small of Rory’s back to
guide him forward until he’s rubbing himself on Blaine.
Kurt pulls Blaine’s head back with a hand on his forehead and kisses him, open-
mouthed and messy and too wet and Blaine moans into it. Kurt is moving his hips
forward, seeking friction, and Blaine arches his back to push his ass up
against Kurt’s cock.
Blaine only notices Rory moved away when Kurt stops kissing him to undo his own
pants. He opens his eyes and sees Rory looking at them with a deer-in-
headlights look, his face red.
“Hey, Rory, it’s okay,” Blaine says soothingly, wrapping his hand around his
elbow to pull him closer. “It’s okay,” he repeats and presses a small kiss to
the corner of his mouth. “Unless it’s not okay for you?”
Behind him, Kurt is muttering and swearing under his breath about jeans with
button flies and Blaine smiles fondly.
“I—what are we doing?” Rory asks.
“I believe the word for it is ‘fooling around,’” Kurt says airily. He follows
it with a victory cry and Blaine assumes he finally managed to unbutton his
pants.
“And you don’t mind – huh – sharing?”
“Not really?” Blaine feels like it’s probably something they should have talked
about beforehand.
“No, it’s fine, it really is,” Kurt tells Rory, reaching over Blaine to squeeze
his shoulder. “We’ll take care of you, honey. If you feel uncomfortable, stop
us.”
Rory nods jerkily and lets out a shuddering breath. “This isn’t how I pictured
losing my virginity.”
“And we didn’t think we’d have a threesome before we were in college,” Kurt
says in reply. He moves around Blaine to get closer to Rory and grips his hips
before kissing him hard.
Blaine watches them for a moment, giving his cock a few loose strokes from time
to time. He doesn’t feel the need to join in just yet; watching them is really
doing it for him.
“You’re learning quickly,” Kurt lets out in a breath when he breaks the kiss.
“Thank you?” Rory says hesitantly. His voice is rough and he clears his throat
with a frown.
Blaine meets his eyes and smiles but all Rory does is blush when he realises
Blaine has his cock in his hand.
“Your turn, Blaine. I want to watch.” Kurt’s voice is low and breathy and
Blaine pulls him forward to kiss him. Kurt melts against him, his arms wrapping
around Blaine’s neck and his tongue slipping past Blaine’s lip to rub against
his tongue languidly.
Blaine grips Kurt’s shirt and starts pulling on it. He wants it off, wants to
trail his hands and lips down Kurt’s smooth skin, wants to twirl his tongue
around a nipple, wants to lick into his belly button, wants to kiss every
single inch of Kurt. He tucks it out of Kurt’s jeans and manages to push it up
to his ribcage before Kurt breaks the kiss to giggle.
“This isn’t about me, Blaine,” he whispers, pulling his shirt back down. “This
is about Rory.”
Blaine whines but nods, shifting his attention to Rory. “You okay?” he asks
when he sees Rory isn’t moving.
“Y-yes. This is—overwhelming.”
“In a good way, I hope?” Kurt asks. He’s smirking and Rory stares at his lips,
his breathing quickening once more.
“Come on. Lie down,” Blaine tells him, moving to the side of the mattress so
Rory can lie in the middle of the bed.
Rory watches them both as he moves across the bed and lies down against the
pillows. His fingers start drumming against his chest, which rises and falls
quickly. Kurt puts his hand over his to stop him.
“Relax,” he whispers soothingly before dipping down to kiss him.
Blaine watches, his mind clouded with lust. There’s something about watching
his boyfriend kiss someone else that’s unexpectedly hot. He starts jerking off
again, sitting back on his heels and trying to keep the rhythm slow to last as
long as possible. It’s turning out to be a hard thing to do, what with Kurt
kissing Rory like he’s trying to eat his face, his hands messing up his hair.
Blaine smirks wolfishly when he sees Rory’s hips buck up. He kneels next to his
hips and tentatively touches the sliver of skin showing between the waistband
of his undone pants and his shirt.
Rory gasps and pushes his hips up again. Kurt breaks the kiss and starts
kissing down Rory’s neck. When he licks at the dip of his collarbone, Rory
moans and squirms, his hands leaving his sides to grip Kurt’s arms. Blaine tugs
his pants down and Rory plants his feet against the mattress to lift his hips
and help Blaine in the process. Blaine doesn’t bother taking them all the way
off but Rory thinks differently and kicks them off himself, sending them to the
floor. There’s a thud and Blaine winces to think about the state in which his
phone must be after the fall.
“He’s not going to last long, Kurt,” Blaine says as he eyes the wet spot left
by precome on Rory’s boxer briefs.
Kurt moves his lips off Rory’s neck with a loud smack and follows Blaine’s
gaze. When he looks back at Blaine, his pupils are blown and he’s smiling
wickedly.
“So, Rory,” Kurt begins. “How do you want it?”
“How do I—”
“Handjob, blowjob—” Blaine starts listing.
“Bl—blowjob?”
“Wait, are they not called that in Ireland?” Kurt is frowning. “We mean a fe—”
“I know what blowjob means, Kurt!” Rory snaps in a squeak. “You’d do it for
me?”
“Well, either me or Blaine,” Kurt replies nonchalantly.
“Okay,” Rory breathes out.
“Yeah?” Blaine’s voice is already rough at the thought and Kurt chuckles when
he hears him speak.
“I think Blaine is happy watching us, so I guess I’ll do it.” Kurt punctuates
his statement with a shrug and then he’s moving down Rory’s body and swinging
his leg over Rory’s to straddle them.
Kurt slips his fingers under the waistband of Rory’s underwear and slowly
starts slipping them down. Rory hisses at the drag of the elastic on the
sensitive skin of his cock, his hips twisting away. Kurt presses a soothing
kiss on his hipbone and licks his lips when he looks at Rory’s cock, resting
flushed dark red against the pale skin of his stomach.
Kurt then tugs off Rory’s socks, which makes him laugh.
“Kurt’s biggest pet peeve is socks. He can’t stand them,” Blaine explains and
Rory laughs again.
“It’s a good thing you never wear them, isn’t it?” Kurt is smirking, his
eyebrows raised.
“Guys—” Rory sounds like he’s scolding unruly kids.
“Shush,” Blaine says, putting his hand over Rory’s mouth. “Highwaters look
stupid with socks.”
“Highwaters are stupid,” Kurt replies, biting back a smile.
“Your face is stupid.”
“You’re adorable,” Kurt coos and Blaine glares playfully at him. “Stop talking,
now. Where was I?”
When Blaine removes his hand, Rory is smiling so he glares at him, too. Rory
arches his eyebrows in a judgemental way that would make Kurt proud. Blaine
leans down and kisses him to take the look off his face. Rory kisses him back,
his hand coming up to wrap around the back of Blaine’s neck and he shifts until
he’s lying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows, one hand in Rory’s hair
and the other resting on his chest.
Kurt was right when he said Rory was learning quickly. Blaine groans into the
kiss and his hips jerk against the mattress. Rory breaks the kiss to let out a
gasp and Blaine twists his head to see Kurt stroking up and down the inside of
Rory’s thighs.
Kurt replaces his hands with his mouth, pressing open-mouthed kisses down his
skin until he reaches his hip. Kurt nuzzles the crease of his thigh and Blaine
kisses Rory’s lips softly when he starts shaking. Blaine then looks back down
at Kurt and sees that he pushed Rory’s shirt up to kiss and suck on his right
hipbone, his left hand stroking up and down Rory’s side.
“Shirt off,” Blaine whispers and he helps Rory out of it.
Kurt looks up and meets Blaine’s eyes, questioning. Blaine nods and Kurt smiles
at him. Wrapping his hand around Rory’s cock – Rory gasps in the most adorable
way – Kurt takes a deep breath before sinking his mouth down until his lips
meet his hand.
“Oh—oh my—blimey! That’s—”
“That’s what all the hype is about, yeah,” Blaine finishes for him, feeling
proud of his boyfriend as he watches Rory fall apart.
Rory grips Blaine’s hand on his chest and squeezes it, his eyes shut tight and
his chest heaving rapidly. Blaine shifts his gaze to Kurt and the sight makes
him groan. Kurt’s lips are stretched around Rory, his eyes screwed shut and a
frown of concentration creases his forehead as he bops his head up and down.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Blaine chokes out.
Kurt pulls his mouth off and wipes it with his forearm before grinning at
Blaine. “How’s he doing?” he asks, nodding at Rory.
Rory opens his eyes and looks at Kurt in wonder. “I’m doing fine,” he rasps
out. Kurt laughs and pats Rory’s thigh.
“Good. Because I’m not nearly done.”
Moving down again, Kurt licks a streak up Rory’s cock, causing his hips to buck
up. Kurt puts a hand across Rory’s stomach to keep him still as he kisses the
head of his cock and then dips his tongue in the slit, curling it to gather the
moisture there. Rory is shaking again and Blaine’s hand hurts but they both
watch Kurt silently as he takes Rory in his mouth again and lowers his head
until his nose is pressed into Rory’s pubic hair.
Kurt swallows hard and pushes down harder on Rory’s stomach. The seconds are
stretching and then he’s moving off, taking a deep breath, coughing a few times
and wiping his eyes quickly before going in again, alternating between shallow
sucks and licks. Blaine can’t see his free hand but the angle of his arm tells
him Kurt is fondling Rory’s balls.
Kurt drags his open mouth up from base to tip and that’s when Rory’s body
tenses and he gasps out ‘oh god’ before coming. Kurt moves his head away and
takes his cock in his hand to stroke him through it, finishing with quick half-
strokes to get him through the last waves of his orgasm.
Kurt crawls up the bed after wiping his hand on the first thing he can find –
Blaine’s cardigan, thank you Kurt – and drops on Rory’s other side. He puts his
hand over Blaine and Rory’s entwined ones and peppers small kisses across
Rory’s face until he opens his eyes.
“Hey,” Kurt says softly, his voice scratchy.
“Hi,” Rory whispers, and he’s looking at Kurt like he’s the single most
wonderful thing he’s ever seen.
“Do I get a pot of gold now or something?” Kurt frowns adorably and rests his
chin on his forearm, which is across Rory’s chest, to look at him.
“I am not a leprechaun.”
“Your secret’s safe with us,” Blaine stage-whispers, kissing Rory’s jaw.
Rory rolls his eyes and then closes his eyes, smiling. “Wait.” He frowns. “How
is it that you two even leave your bedroom when it feels that good?”
“Telling our parents we’re dropping out of high school to have sex forever is
not something I imagine they would deal well with,” Blaine answers.
“Not that we didn’t consider it.”
“Because we did.”
Kurt and Blaine grin at each other until Rory clears his throat. “Don’t you
need to—you know. Take care of yourselves?”
“We can wait until you’re gone.” Kurt sounds reassuring but Blaine knows he’s
not really happy with the idea; neither is he.
“You can do it now.”
“Yeah?” Kurt smirks and pushes himself up. “You want to watch?”
“It’s too much, isn’t it?”
Blaine shakes his head and lets go of Rory’s hand to turn on his back, settling
comfortably against the pillows. Kurt looks him up and down and his easy smile
disappears as he hungrily stares at Blaine’s still hard, still stupidly-out-of-
his-otherwise pulled-up-pants cock.
Kurt climbs over Rory and the boy only has time to scoot aside before Kurt is
kissing Blaine, desperate and hard, hinting Blaine to how turned on he’s been
the whole time. Kurt pulls his bottom lip in his mouth, sucking on it until
Blaine whines and pulls away.
“Pants off,” Blaine groans in his ear and Kurt nods.
Kurt moves off him to squirm out of his skinny jeans and Blaine imitates him.
He doesn’t bother undoing his shirt; he only unbuttons it enough so he can slip
it over his head and then throws it aside. He sees it land on Rory’s bag out of
the corner of his eye.
As soon as Kurt is naked, Blaine pulls him closer and locks their mouths
together again, one hand cradling the back of Kurt’s head and the other
stroking up and down his spine, trying to get him closer.
Kurt swings one leg over Blaine and straddles his thighs. He lowers his body
until Blaine’s cock is trapped between their stomachs. Blaine moans into the
kiss and pushes his hips up, seeking friction. Still not getting enough, Blaine
trails his hands down Kurt’s sides – Kurt shivers and bites down on Blaine’s
bottom lip – to grab his ass and pull him forward.
Kurt breaks the kiss and yelps before laughing breathlessly. Then, he pushes
himself up with one arm and reaches between them to readjust his cock. When he
drops back down, their cocks are pressed together and they both moan when
Blaine pushes his hips up tentatively.
Kurt starts rocking his hips, slowly building a rhythm, and Blaine throws his
head back as he lets out a low groan. They’ve maybe done it once or twice that
way – they get distracted by hands and mouths and experimentation too easily –
but he absolutely loves it. He loves the feel of Kurt’s cock against his, loves
the weight of his balls when they press against his.
Blaine catches sight of Rory and it makes him chuckle. The boy is staring
unblinkingly at them, his mouth hanging slightly open. He’s sitting cross-
legged and gripping the bedspread tightly. When he sees Blaine looking at him,
he blushes down to his chest.
A low whine starts in Kurt’s throat and keeps getting progressively higher as
he ruts against Blaine’s faster. Blaine pushes his head up and kisses Kurt, his
hands on his ass guiding Kurt even closer. Kurt nearly bites Blaine’s tongue as
he pulls away from him and lifts himself up on his arms, letting out a moan and
moving even faster.
Blaine moves his hands to spread Kurt’s cheeks and dig his fingers in his
flesh, adoring the moan that leaves Kurt’s lips. He trails a tentative finger
down Kurt’s crack and then over his hole. He circles it before pressing down
and that’s Kurt’s undoing.
He comes with a sharp cry, shifting his weight on one arm to jerk himself
through it like he did to Rory, his head dropping forward. Blaine feels Kurt’s
come splatter on his stomach and he groans. He pushes his hips up and feels
Kurt’s knuckles drag against his cock as he keeps pumping his own.
Kurt finally comes down and he breathes out deeply as he sits back on his
heels, his legs on each side of Blaine’s hips. With a happy smile, Kurt strokes
up Blaine’s stomach until his fingers drag in his own come. He scrunches up his
nose and wipes his hands on Blaine’s sides, smirking when Blaine protests.
Kurt bends forward to press kisses along Blaine’s collarbone, from his shoulder
to his neck and then across to the other side. Blaine would enjoy the attention
if he were not so close and he whines in protest when Kurt pushes himself back
up.
“You want to come?” Kurt asks and he has a teasing smirk on his face that means
nothing good for Blaine. He nods and bites his lip so he doesn’t whine again.
“Do you think he should, Rory?”
Right. Rory is still there. Blaine almost forgot; he’s been so quiet. That sure
explains why Kurt is putting on a show and teasing him.
“Kurt, come on,” Blaine moans, digging his fingers in Kurt’s hips. Kurt’s eyes
flutter shut and that makes Blaine smirk. They both know Kurt bruises like an
overripe fruit and he loves it.
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll take care of myself.”
Kurt’s eyes shoot open and he nods. “That’s actually a very good idea,” he
breathes out, moving off Blaine to let him sit up. Blaine does so and leans
back against the pillows, seeing Rory and Kurt eyeing him intently.
He starts jerking himself off slowly, closing his eyes to ignore the way he’s
being stared at by the two boys. It isn’t long before he quickens his hand and
starts rocking his hips to fuck into the tight fist of his hand. He’s been
turned on for so long now that it shouldn’t take long. Already, he can feel it
built up in the pit of his stomach. Warmth starts spreading to the base of his
spine and he tightens his hand, drawing a broken moan from his mouth. His body
tenses and he feels his balls seizing up and then he’s coming all over his hand
and stomach, his come mixing with Kurt’s drying one.
He drags his orgasm as long as he can before collapsing against the pillows,
panting and feeling exhausted. Kurt moves up to curl into his side and put his
chin on Blaine’s chest, looking at him with adoring eyes.
“I love you.” Blaine pets Kurt’s hair, threading his fingers through the thick
strands.
“Love you, too,” Blaine replies around a yawn.
They hear the front door slamming shut from downstairs and Rory jolts off the
bed. He’s scanning the room with wide eyes in search of his clothes.
“Is that Finn? Oh my god, he can’t see this! What would he think?”
“Not much. It’s Finn,” Kurt says bitterly and Blaine strokes his back
soothingly.
Rory makes a non-committal noise as he begins putting his clothes on quickly.
He clicks his tongue when he skips a button and needs to start doing up his
shirt all over again. After that, he rushes to Kurt’s mirror to try to flatten
his hair and then turns around, blushing when he sees Kurt and Blaine are
looking at him.
“You look fine. He won’t be able to tell,” Blaine says reassuringly.
Rory nods stiffly and then moves Blaine’s shirt off his bag with shaking
fingers. He stops in the doorway and looks back towards them, staring at a
point above their heads rather than at them directly. “Thanks?”
“Anytime.” Kurt waves at him and stifles a chuckle against Blaine’s chest.
“Close the door.”
Rory nods again and then he’s gone, shutting the door quietly and greeting Finn
with a surprised squeak seconds later. Kurt laughs again.
“Did you enjoy it?”
Kurt shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t think I like sharing you.” Blaine awes and
Kurt pinches his skin. “Did you?”
“Like it? I guess. But let’s be older next time. Like, when we’re forty and
need to spice up our sex life, we can maybe do it again.”
“Agreed.” Kurt nods, nuzzling his cheek against Blaine’s chest in the process.
When he starts laughing quietly, Blaine scratches his shoulder blade lightly to
get Kurt’s attention.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s silly.”
“Tell me.”
“Just. I tried picturing us having sex when we’re forty and you always have a
bit of a pudge, no matter how hard I try to ignore that detail.” Kurt walks his
fingers down Blaine’s chest and splays his palm against Blaine’s flat stomach.
“And you don’t?”
“No. Have you seen how you eat? There’s no way you’ll stay this thin once you
stop—no, wait. I was about to say ‘when you stop growing’ but that already
happened, didn’t it?”
“Hey!” Blaine says in protest, rolling them around and pinning Kurt to the
mattress. “I wouldn’t be so quick to assume you get through adulthood
unscathed. I’ve seen your father.”
“Meaning?” Kurt asks with a playful smirk.
“He has a nice haircut, is all.”
“I will not lose my hair, Blaine Anderson!” Kurt gasps, pushing at Blaine’s
shoulder before pouting.
“You know it’d still find you attractive if you were bald, right?”
“That hardly helps.”
“You said I’d get fat.”
“Not fat, pudgy. With love-handles. There’s even the word ‘love’ in that, you
really can’t compare this with telling me I’ll lose my hair.”
“Okay, you know what? Never mind all this. You know what matters?” Kurt shakes
his head. “We’ll be together.”
Kurt nods and pulls Blaine down on top of him, kissing him and wrapping his
arms around his shoulders. Breaking the kiss, Kurt presses his forehead against
Blaine’s and sighs. “We will.”
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