A/N: Part 2, ladies and gentlemen! Thanks to those who made it this far. Smut, Smut Smut... with a little (or a lot of) fluff thrown in for good measure.
We made our way upstairs rather awkwardly, tripping and stumbling slightly between wet, sloppy kisses. Finally, we pushed our way through the door of his bedroom and into the dark room, moonlight spilling in through the window. I pushed him down on his bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his stomach with my legs. I was about to cover him with another series of heated kisses, but seeing him below me made me stop in my tracks. His lips parted and eyes shining, his breath coming in unevenly underneath me. The moonlight trickled in through the window and bathed him in its beautiful iridescence. He looked so beautiful, so captivating, that I suddenly felt completely overwhelmed. I couldn't believe that this stunning creature was here with me, that he was actually mine.
"Wow... You look absolutely stunning right now..." I trailed off, my eyes wide. Where did we go from here? Sure, both of us wanted this. We really really wanted this. That didn't changed the fact that we were inexperienced and were waltzing, more like sprinting, into unfamiliar territory.
"Blaine - I," he looked at me, his brows slightly scrunched up above his blue eyes.
"What wrong?" I asked worriedly, "Listen Kurt... We don't have to do this if you're not ready. I don't want to push you."
"No, I want to. I'm just... really nervous all of a sudden. Is that okay?"
I laughed quietly and brushed a strand of hair off of his forehead. "Of course it's okay. I'm nervous too. We'll go slow."
He smiled up at me and nodded, and seeing his beautiful grin gave me a little more confidence. This was Kurt, the person that I loved and trusted more than anyone else. I knew that I could trust him with this very important moment, but I wanted to be sure that it was perfect for him. He deserved it to be perfect.
"Listen," I spoke, my mind suddenly reeling with ideas, "Would you like to take a shower with me? We're both kind of sweaty anyway... from all the dancing. Besides, it might help you relax a little, yeah?"
The word poured from his lips in adorable shyness.
I pulled him up off the bed and we made our way to the bathroom in silence, only the sound of our breathing cutting through the stillness of the air.
As I flicked on the bathroom light, I realized that this would be the first time that we'd see each other completely naked. I'd seen little bits and pieces of him along the way, but tonight I would get to see all of him at once. The thought sent a shiver down my spine and a tightening in my stomach. I looked over at him and smiled slightly, shyness creeping onto my face. He returned my smile with an equally timid one.
"Hey," I said soothingly, pulling him into a hug, "I love you so much. You know that? Being here with you... I'm so happy that I get to experience this with you."
I took a deep breath and decided to break the tension by going first, so I silently began undressing in front of him, carefully undoing each of the buttons down my shirt one at a time. When I was down to just my boxer-briefs I swallowed audibly and removed them quickly, standing naked before him. His eyes traced over my body swiftly, stopping and staring at the more unfamiliar places. I blushed rapidly, the red hue covering my face and neck. As he finally looked into my eyes again, I noticed a change in his expression. His lips parted just slightly, and his eyes widened before me. His tongue traced his lips fluidly, his teeth grazing his bottom lip briefly. The awkwardness from earlier had seemed to vanish with my clothes, and a lusty confidence filled up his face.
"Wow," was all he said as he began to remove his own clothes.
I watched him take off his clothes swiftly, slightly less gracefully than I had expected. He seemed to be in a slight hurry to join me, and I gratefully accepted his lack of patience with a sly smile. Finally he stopped, hands on the waist of his blue briefs. He gave me a heated glance before pulling them down past his knees and kicking them into the corner of the room.
My breath caught in my throat and nearly choked me as I took in the sight before me. It was like the moment on the stairs when he emerged in his kilt earlier that night, only multiplied tenfold... and dipped in chocolate... and covered in radioactive acid. Every inch of him was perfectly porcelain, impeccably smooth and even. The planes of his stomach and chest were covered in a very faint layer of quiet muscle, his arms and shoulders notably more chiseled. His legs were long and very lean, almost delicate. My eyes were drawn to his midsection, and I couldn't help but follow the faint trail of brown hair that led down to his member. Now, this may be the gayest thing I've ever thought, but I couldn't help but think that his erection was absolutely beautiful, slightly longer than my own but more narrow, perfectly straight, very engorged and very, very inviting. Suddenly, I wanted to touch every inch of him all at once with my hands, my mouth, my everything.
"And I thought you looked stunning in that kilt. Little did I know..." I spoke at him lustfully, grabbing at his wrists and raking my eyes up and down him quickly, trying to memorize every inch of white skin before me.
He just looked back at me and smiled broadly, letting the last ounces of awkwardness fade away before turning on the warm water and letting the steam fill the room. He pulled me into the shower without a word, letting the water cover both of us, beads of moisture getting lost in my messy curls. He tilted his head back and let the water cover up his face, his wet hair falling across his forehead in an altogether painfully sexy way.
I had to touch, but I didn't know where to begin. I decided on the swiftest and most thorough approach, so I pulled his body flush up against mine in a very tight and very naked hug. Both of us gasped at the contact, naked flesh finally meeting up with naked flesh. Every inch of me light up and came alive, every nerve-ending awakening at the contact. I covered my wet mouth against his lips, crushing them dangerously. Slamming him back against the shower door, I plunged my tongue into his mouth hungrily. He writhed against me, shifting his pelvis into mine. I moaned at the sensation, my stomach tightening uncontrollably and my erection hardening rapidly. Moving my lips down to his neck, I couldn't help but look down at my pelvis smashed up against his. The site of his hardness slamming into mine sent physical need coursing through my veins.
"God - Kurt.." I moaned against his earlobe, my tongue tracing hot circles just below it.
I had to touch him or I thought I might explode, so without a word I snaked my hand between us and captured him in my hand, looking straight into his eyes. His eyes rolled back in his head slightly before he shut his eyelids tightly, his breathing completely uneven and ragged. Holding him in my hand while he stood before me looking like that, his brow furrowed and soft moans escaping his lips, was probably the sexiest thing on the planet. I just wanted to devour him right then and there, but I knew I was getting ahead of myself, so I settled for moving my hand back and forth across his member, memorizing the contours of him with my fingers.
"Holy fuck Blaine... that feels... aaah..." he trailed off, unable to form coherent sentences, which flattered me just slightly.
I was about to comment on the beauty of this moment, when he surprised me by grabbing a hold of my own member and matching my strokes. I gasped audibly and felt my whole body shudder below him, the sensation of his hand there causing me to loose my mind just slightly. I couldn't imagine anything feeling better. The feeling of his hand there was just... agonizing, but in the best way possible. White spots appeared behind my eyelids as he pulled his hand across the base, twisting at the tip, only to repeat the action more swiftly with each stroke. I matched his movements exactly, both of us moaning in unison, our knees beginning to buckle underneath us. Soon it became a race to the finish, both of us stroking faster and harder as we became more aroused ourselves.
"Kurt...Jesus..I...aaah... I'm gonna..."
"...Cooooommmeee" he finished for me, right there on the edge with me.
We came almost simultaneously, the white hot fluid covering each other's stomachs and forcing loud, choked moans out into the steamy air. Breathless, I opened my eyes to meet his gaze, grinning like a smug idiot.
"Well, that was, unexpected..." I said in between heavy pants.
"That was fucking hot is what it was," he finished triumphantly, pulling me into another hug.
"So, should we actually, you know... shower... while we're in here and all?" I laughed.
"If you insist, I suppose so, yeah," he spoke in mock annoyance, "but don't think I'm done with you yet."
Oh, we definitely weren't done yet.
Being seventeen definitely had its advantages. For one thing, it was only about 15 minutes or so until I was hard again. Teenage libido and everything.
It totally wasn't my fault. Kurt and I waltzed back into his bedroom after a pleasant and leisurely shower, where he proceeded to dry off his hair. Of course, he ripped the towel from his midsection to do so, standing stark naked before me as he rubbed the towel through his locks. Seeing him naked was arousing enough, but what really got my attention was the way he looked after he had attempted to dry his hair. It was messy and stringy and tousled in every which direction, and it was the sexiest thing in the entire world.
I was going to let him know how ridiculously hot he looked like that, when I decided that actions speak louder than words. I may have tackled him just a bit.
Straddling his waist, I pinned him against the bed with my thighs again and proceeded to kiss, suck, and lick just about every part of him that my mouth could reach. Lust completely clouded my vision, and the only thing that I could see was Kurt in his beautiful nakedness, and I wanted more of him. I wanted so much more.
"Can I...guh...suck you off?" the words left my lips before my brain had really registered them.
"Please," was all he managed to get out.
Lowering my body slightly, I trailed fiery kisses down his neck and chest, stopping every few inches to suck on his pale skin and grasp the flesh between my teeth a little. I must have been doing something right if the noises he was making were any indication.
Finally, I reached my intended destination and wasted no time before plunging his entire length into my mouth. Kurt screamed and arched his back off the bed, his hips thrusting into my mouth. I always thought that blowjobs were only pleasurable on the receiving end, so I was surprised when I felt heat flow through my body and down into my loins as I continued to suck him off. The idea of something that was so Kurt filling me up was the biggest turn on I could think of. I tried to rut against whatever was in front of me, but I couldn't get any friction at the current angle I was at. Moaning into him, I moved my hand down and grasped myself firmly, stroking roughly. That's when he pushed me away.
I frowned and was about to ask what I had been doing wrong, when I saw the look in his eyes. His pupils were huge, blown out, and completely lust-driven. It was maddeningly sexy.
"Lay on your side," he commanded.
I did as I was told without a word, waiting to see where he was going with this. He lay down facing to me, but with his feet where my head were.
Oh. So this is where we were going.
Before I could even so much as comprehend what we were about to do, I felt his mouth envelop me into a cavern of pure, heated wetness. I thought a handjob felt nice. This was unreal. It was like someone took the most sensitive part of me and light up every nerve all at once. God, it felt fucking incredible. Remembering that I was meant to reciprocate the action, I resumed my attention to his awaiting erection. The sensations were too much. Feeling his mouth around my cock while I continued to blow him was the most intimate and provocative thing that I had ever experienced. I felt heat pool in my stomach, and knew I was getting close. Wait.
I pulled away from him suddenly and sat up, his mouth making a pornographic popping sound as my dick left it.
"Wait, Kurt. Wait. I'm so fucking close. I don't want to finish just yet."
He didn't say anything at first, just looked at me with glazed over eyes as his chest rose and fell rapidly.
"Let me fuck you," he spoke firmly, almost a command rather than a request.
"Yes," was all I could managed to get out.
We sat in silence for a moment, both of us letting the magnitude of what we were about to do sink in just a little bit.
Finally, he spoke, cutting through the silence.
"Lay back and spread your legs."
I was more than happy to oblige.
I stared up at the ceiling, heated pants escaping my lips in rapid succession. I was about to have sex with Kurt. Full-on, no holds barred, penetrative sex. I thought about how fulfilling it felt to have Kurt's cock fill up my mouth, and realized that soon he would be filling up a much, much more private part of me. The thought was positively thrilling.
I watched Kurt dig into his nightstand for something, only to return with a bottle of lube. Soon his fingers were trailing around my entrance.
Okay, wow. That feels nice. I'd touched myself there now and again, but having Kurt do it was entirely different. The skin was so, so sensitive, the lightest touch sending tremors through my whole body. He trailed in lazy circles for a while, making me shudder with each touch. Then he pressed in. The only way to describe the feeling was... intense. A familiar mixture of pain and pleasure seared through my body at lightning speed. After he had a single finger all the way in, I felt my nerves relax, and suddenly it wasn't nearly enough.
"More," I nearly growled.
He complied swiftly, lubing up another finger and pushing it inward, moving it alongside the first. Eventually he added a third finger, and began to twist and scissor them inside of me. And then crooked them upwards, hitting a small bundle of nerves.
"OHMYFUCKSHITGODHOLYDAMN!" I managed to scream out, my entire body completely on fire at this point. Sweat was pouring down me in buckets, and my eyes were closed tightly in pleasure. That was the greatest feeling on the entire planet. Period. Ever.
And then he did it again. And again. And again. I thought I was going to fall apart from the sheer agonizing pleasure of it all.
"Fuck me. Right now. God Dammit, Kurt. Do it," I moaned, unable to wait any longer.
He pulled his fingers out roughly, and I moaned at the emptiness that I was left with. He slathered his shaft with a good amount of lube and positioned himself in front of me, pulling my knees up to my chest as he did so.
For a moment we just looked into each others eyes, realizing that we were about to become the closest we'd ever physically be.
"I love you," he murmured, before gently gliding inside of me.
Passionate heat exploded from within, as every single molecule in my body aligned themselves with Kurt and the intensity of this moment. He rocked his hips into me, slowly at first, hesitantly, the velvety expanse of his mass sending deep, fervent waves of pleasure through me. Then he grazed over that sensitive spot again, and I lost my mind. I was completely gone, completely absorbed into him and this feeling and being connected to him in this way. I gripped onto his back fiercely, my fingers clawing at his skin desperately, silently begging him to speed up. Complying, he began to speed up his thrusts until he was pounding into me roughly, his shaft rubbing up against my prostate with each movement. I was absolutely dying from this pleasure, this tremendously agonizing pleasure, my entire body completely wrecked, my mind unhinged, and my heart positively exploding with affection. I never wanted the moment to end, but at the same time I was literally going crazy for release. One more thrust against my prostate and I was gone, fire erupting out of me in stringy white bursts, a deep moan escaping my lips as I came. Kurt thrust into me two more times before I felt him coil up and let go himself, his own heated fluid filling me up.
As we slowly came down and Kurt slipped out of me, my emotions got the better of me, and I started to cry. As hot tears streamed down my face, I looked up at Kurt with wide, startled eyes.
"Oh my God, Blaine. Did I hurt you?" he asked, worry crossing his features instantly.
"Lord, no. That was perfect. Absolutely incredible," I reassured him, wiping the tears from my face.
"Then why are you crying?" he spoke again, still looking worried.
"I don't know. Because we just made love? Because it was more incredible than I could ever have imagined? Because I just had the greatest orgasm in recorded history? Because I love you more than I ever thought possible? Because you love me back? Because I'm realizing now that you're really mine, that I really have you?"
The look that crossed his face was positively angelic, his entire expression glowing with happiness. It was an expression that made him look more beautiful than he had ever looked before - more beautiful than in the kilt, or in the shower, or with the messy hair. It was even more beautiful than he looked moments earlier, his body hovering above mine as we made love. It was a look of pure, complete, and total love, and it spoke volumes. It said that we would have thousands of moments just like this one, dancing under a canopy of pretend stars, making love in the stillness of the night, and loving each other with the absolute deepest parts of our hearts.