Sundays are for Frottage

Sunday night found Kurt on Blaine's lap, hands tangled in his dark curls, and mouth pressed firmly against his boyfriend's. Blaine was rubbing his hands up and down the length of Kurt's back, the action causing Kurt to swoon a little and sigh happily into the kiss. He licked Blaine's kiss-swollen bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. Blaine moaned quietly. Kurt inwardly cheered when he heard it.

"Mmm," he moaned into Blaine's heavenly mouth, "wish we could do this forever."

Blaine just laughed quietly and continued kissing him. Kurt's hand grew a little adventurous and traveled down from Blaine's neck, trailing lightly over his chest through his then sweater, and finally stopping at his belt buckle.

Blaine stopped kissing him.

Kurt could immediately sense when Blaine tensed and stopped responding. He rolled his eyes.

"Blaine-"

"Don't, Kurt." Blaine warned softly. "Just...just don't."

"I just don't get why we always have to stop. Why do we always have to stop?"

"Because you're not ready yet."

"Don't tell me what I'm not ready for!" Kurt said indignantly.

"Kurt, that's not what I'm trying to do here..." he trailed off, rubbing his forehead in the most adorably frustrated way that only made Kurt want him more.

"I don't want things to go to fast."

"Blaine," Kurt grabbed his boyfriend's chin, forcing him to look him square in the eyes, "if we went any slower, we'd be going backwards."

Blaine's eyebrows furrowed in concentration, like he didn't know how to respond. Suddenly, another idea occurred to Kurt that made his stomach immediately twist in unforgiving knots.

"Do you...is it that you don't-don't want me?"

"No!" Blaine's eyes went wide with sincerity. "No, no, God, Kurt. I want to. Trust me, I want to. You have no idea...sometimes I just want to-" He seemed to realize what he was saying then and quickly closed his mouth. Kurt's eyes were wide.

He grabbed the front of Blaine's sweater and pulled him towards his lips, grabbing the back of his head to keep them as close as possible. Blaine let out a muffled groan.

"Please, Blaine. I want...shit, I need..." Kurt trailed off, not caring how desperate he sounded because, hey, when you were dating someone like Blaine Anderson, you'd want to stick your hand down his pants every time you see him, too.

But Kurt's pathetic begging seemed to actually have the opposite affect on Blaine, because he pushed Kurt away again. Kurt literally whined.

Okay. I've had about enough of this.

"Blaine Anderson," he huffed impatiently. "if you don't want to have sex with me, you'd better tell me right fucking now-"

"Kurt!" Blaine interrupted, eyes wild and voice rough all of a sudden. "I think it's pretty obvious that I want to." Then, Blaine did something completely unexpected and wonderfully amazing. He thrusted his hips up into Kurt's, revealing how hard he was an creating some perfect friction.

"Shit." Kurt gasped, because after months of being sexually starved from his drop dead gorgeous boyfriend, that one thrust was like a figurative buffet of all of Kurt's favorite foods.

Deciding to test the waters a little bit, Kurt experimentally rolled his hips down. Blaine gasped and let his eyes go half-lidded. "K-Kurt..." he forced out. "We can't...can't do this."

"Really? Still, Blaine?" Kurt thrust down a little harder.

Blaine whimpered.

Well, that's new.

"Maybe we could..." Blaine trailed off, his voice significantly huskier.

"What? What could we do, Blaine?" Kurt was unashamedly rutting against him now.

Blaine was grunting with every other breath now. "Come to-uh-some sort of-mmm-compromise."

"Does this compromise involve me finally getting off?" Blaine licked his lips, and suddenly they were all Kurt could stare at. "More importantly, does it involve me getting you off? Because I've kind of been fantasizing about this ever since you eye-fucked me during Teenage Dream..."

"Guh, Kurt, you can't just...i've never heard you curse so much before."

"Do you like it when I curse, Blaine?"

He didn't respond.

"Blaine," Kurt said in a low voice, "do you like it when I fucking curse?"

"Shit, yes. It's so hot." Blaine punctuated his statement by finally moving his hands the rest of the way down to rest on Kurt's ass. He didn't do anything but rest his hands there but, shit, touching it was more than Blaine's ever done before and Kurt will take what he can get.

Kurt lowered his head to Blaine's ear, breathing a little heavily because the familiar heat was beginning to spread all over his body and shit, it was thrilling because he had never felt that feeling in the presence of another person before.

"Are you close, Blaine?"

It seemed weird that Kurt was taking the role of the aggressor here, especially when Blaine was the more experienced of the two in this particular department, but Kurt needed more, and it seemed as though Blaine needed a push to get there. And hell, Kurt was more than willing to push if it made Blaine act like this.

Blaine moaned loudly, either in response to Kurt's question or the way he was sucking ruthlessly on the spot just below his ear.

"Because I am, Blaine." Kurt whispered into his neck. "I'm so fucking close."

"God," Blaine moaned, "I love that you-you talk like this when we're..."

"When we're what, Blaine?" Kurt teased, trying to sound in control of the situation when he was really beginning to fall apart. "When I'm straddling you and rutting against you like this? When we're dry humping like fifteen year olds?"

"Nngh." was Blaine's eloquent response.

"When I'm rubbing my cock against yours?" He licked the shell of Blaine's ear. "When we're both about to have the best fucking orgasms of our lives?"

Blaine came unglued.

He moaned loudly and and thrust his hips up into Kurt's harshly one more time and then stopped moving entirely. He sat there below Kurt, still panting, eyes closed, and a light sheen of sweat visible on his forehead. His tongue darted out to wet his red, swollen lips.

Kurt had literally never seen anything as sexy as Blaine Anderson post-orgasm.

He pushed down onto Blaine one more time, Blaine whining at the over-stimulation, and finally went over the edge. Kurt closed his eyes as he felt a tingling sensation run throughout his entire body and a series of chills ran up and down his spine. He bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows, concentrating on how amazing it felt.

When he eventually opened his eyes, he found Blaine staring up at him in wonder.

"You're so beautiful." he whispered. Kurt blushed.

Blaine smirked. "What, so coy after that little escapade?" He nuzzled his face into Kurt's neck. "I never knew you knew how to talk like that." he whispered. "It's so, so sexy."

"I thought you said I couldn't do sexy."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Kurt Hummel, you practically made me come in my pants just from your voice. You're the sexiest person I've ever met."

"So that definitely wasn't the problem in why this-" he motioned between their bodies, "-took so long?" he asked.

"No." Blaine said firmly.

"Then what is it?" he suddenly really, really wanted to know. "Because I never knew it could feel so...so good."

"I did." Blaine said before he could stop himself, his eyes immediately filling with regret at Kurt's wounded expression. "Hey," he whispered, moving his head so he could meet Kurt's eyes. "it was never that good. What just happened, what we just did, was the single most erotic experience of my life. Nothing else matters but this, you and me. It's you I love. It's only ever been you. You know that. Just because I've done stuff like this before-"

"But that's just my point, Blaine. You knew that this felt so amazing and you still refrained, even though I was more than willing. Why?"

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, baby," Blaine was shaking his head in disbelief, "I will not screw this up."

"Having sex would screw us up?"

"It would...it would definitely complicate things. And I needed to make sure that you were completely, one hundred percent ready for any next step we took because I knew I couldn't live with myself if I pushed you into something and you regretted it later."

"Never." Kurt promised, his fingers brushing Blaine's lower lip. "I could never regret anything I did with you, Blaine."

Blaine smiled sweetly. "I refuse to take any risks with you. This is all still very new. I wanted to give you time to get...accustomed."

"How about we just...just take things slow?" Kurt propositioned, his eyes hopeful. "But not too slow!" He quickly added. "Because I am ready, Blaine...and I want you to be the person that shows me everything."

Blaine stared at him for a long moment. "Okay. Yeah. Let's...we can try that, I guess."

"Yeah?" Kurt asked excitedly.

Blaine laughed fondly and rubbed his knuckles across Kurt's prominent cheekbone. "I love you." he said, the same adoring expression on his face as when he first said it that afternoon at the Lima Bean. "I want you to be happy. And of course I want to be with you in that way, in every way possible. So yes, let's do that."

"When?"

"When do you want to?"

Kurt thought that was a pretty stupid question because, duh, he wanted to do sexual things with Blaine pretty much every second of every day, but he decided to play coy anyway.

"No time like the present I suppose."

Blaine laughed. "Well, I guess it is Spring Break..."

Kurt smiled. "I knew there was a reason I loved you..."