Fic where Blaine has a really intense wet dream while sleeping in Kurt’s bed in BIOTA
I stll really
want this. So I am reblogging it again
Kurt was in hell.
Or maybe heaven, he hadn’t quite figured it out yet.
Though he was an atheist so it pretty much didn’t matter either way.
Maybe this was his punishment for not believing in anything.
Maybe the universe just really was against him.
He turned his head to the side, blushing, as he watch Blaine rut against the mattress, his hair growing in volume as he pushed his head into Kurt’s pillow, hips frantically grinding down into Kurt’s mattress.
This had been going on for a good half hour.
Blaine’s eyes were clenched shut as he gripped the pillow in his hands, gasping desperately against it. He moaned, long and loud.
Kurt’s eyes shot to his door. The last thing he needed was his dad to come in and investigate weird noises. He leaned over and rustled Blaine’s shoulder. “Blaine? Blaine? Blaine, you have to wake up, you’re having—argh!”
Blaine was suddenly on top of him, hands gripping his waist tightly and mouth kissing sloppily at the crook of Kurt’s neck. Kurt froze as Blaine breathed hotly over his ear, hips grinding down into his frantically.
“Yes,” Blaine moaned into his ear. “Yes, please…” One of his hands trailed along Kurt’s side clumsily until he grabbed a handful of Kurt’s ass, lifting his hip higher so he could grind against it harder. “Yes,” Blaine gasped. “Oh god, yes.”
Kurt moved his hands to Blaine’s shoulders, ready to push him away, when Blaine shifted. He straddled Kurt’s leg instead and started rubbing his hand roughly down the front of Kurt’s pants.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Blaine groaned into the crook of Kurt’s neck.
Kurt’s hands tightened on Blaine’s shoulders as he clutched him closer, gasping right along with him.
Blaine’s free hand crept up Kurt’s night shirt and started rubbing at his nipple as Blaine continued to lick sloppily from Kurt’s jaw to his ear.
“Come on baby,” Blaine moaned. “Please.”
Kurt found his legs spreading wider as he gasped loudly into Blaine’s hair. Blaine twisted his nipple and bit his earlobe and then he was finished. He came hard in his pajama pants, releasing a loud moan as Blaine rubbed him through it. He sunk back into his pillow, boneless, as Blaine continued grinding against his leg, his gasps and moans becoming more urgent.
“Oh god…fuck, Kurt,” Blaine groaned, tightening his hands into Kurt’s waist and biting down on his neck as he came in his jeans, collapsing on top of Kurt unceremoniously.
Kurt laid there, frozen, disbelieving of what he’d just heard. “Blaine?”
There was a quiet snore from the crook of his neck.
Kurt shook his head lightly. Blaine hadn’t said his name. It was probably just his imagination.
“Kurt?” Blaine murmured against his shoulder.
Kurt turned around with a smile, cuddling into Blaine. “Yeah honey?”
“Remember back at Rachel’s House Party—”
Kurt groaned, burying his face in between Blaine’s collarbones. “Seriously? We finally got a hotel room to ourselves, we’re in Chicago for the first time, we have a whole tray of edible fruit and you want to talk about that train wreck extravaganza?”
“No,” Blaine laughed, flipping onto his back and pulling Kurt on top of him. “It’s about that night—when I slept in your bed for the first time.”
Kurt’s brow furrowed. “What about it?”
Blaine leaned up to whisper in Kurt’s ear. “I wasn’t sleeping.”