Ficlet: Baby Penguin Adventures (NC-17)

Fanny Scenes: Prompt #4

“You sure it’s okay for you to come over,” Blaine asked anxiously. “The doctor just said that I shouldn’t drive myself after the surgery and should have company for a little while, and my parents are still in Paris, so-“

“Of course,” Kurt said graciously, shifting the cellphone to press to his other ear. “I’ll just need directions since I’ve never been to your house before.”

Blaine laughed at Kurt’s enthusiasm. “It’s nothing too exciting,” he insisted, and there was some shuffling and voices on the other line. “I’ll text them to you, but the boys are calling me into practice now so I need to scaddle.”

“Have fun, Blaine Warbler,” Kurt bid flirtatiously, causing himself to blush. “Try not to sing too loud and happen to dislodge your wisdom teeth before the doc has a chance to remove them.”

Blaine giggled and it made Kurt blush even more. It was the most adorable thing he had ever heard in his life. Their relationship was still fairly new, especially with Kurt back at McKinley, but neither were sure they could ever get rid of that fluttery feeling in their guts whenever they spoke, even though it was all very innocent.

“See you later, Kurt.” Kurt shivered at the way Blaine said his name so affectionately.

“Bye, Blaine.” Kurt couldn’t wait until the day they could say ‘I love you.’

That weekend Kurt pulled up to the oral surgeon’s office, helping a very loopy boyfriend out to his Navigator. Blaine couldn’t stop grinning, his head lolling against the seat as his eyes drooped until he dozed off. Kurt pushed a free curl off his forehead before driving in the direction toward Blaine’s house.

Once they arrived, Kurt went inside the handsome home first to make Blaine a nice bed with many pillows to prop himself up and took fruity yummy ice cream out of the freezer to thaw a little. Kurt then led a bleary-eyed Blaine inside who was mumbling on about his grandiose drug-induced dreams until he curled in his little nest, blanket covering his cold toes.

Kurt went back downstairs to scoop the ice cream easily before joining Blaine back in his room to see him sitting upright and grappling at his portable DVD player. Kurt shook his head affectionately, handing Blaine his bowl of ice cream before he slipped the Hairspray DVD into the slot.

“M’fanks Kurt, you’re the best,” Blaine mumbled around his spoon, slurping happily before going in for another bite. Kurt snuggled up next to him, dipping his finger into the bowl occasionally to taste (and Blaine would object weakly) before they settled happily, watching the movie together.

Blaine started to doze off again, and Kurt let him because he just looked so peaceful and cute. Kurt has seen moments where Blaine was vulnerable like this, but it was really rare, so he was going to take full advantage. However, before Kurt could snatch the bowl away from Blaine’s limp grasp, melted ice cream toppled over onto his shirt, ruining it. Blaine groaned in distaste and Kurt yelped like he’d been stung. He hated messes.

“Aw, man,” Blaine complained, his voice still thick with fatigue.

“C’mon,” Kurt prodded, huffing out irritably. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Blaine didn’t object as they shuffled to the bathroom, Blaine’s movements still lagged from the drugs slowing and muddling his system, but Kurt found it utterly endearing. That was until Blaine, seemingly without thinking started to strip right in front of Kurt, throwing his soiled shirt to the floor and if that wasn’t enough started unbuttoning his pants.

Kurt tried to look away, but his boyfriend had a torso to die for, and Kurt couldn’t help but stare in shock, his face heating up considerably. Once Blaine shoved his jeans down his legs, that’s when Kurt snapped out of it and tried to look pointedly at the ceiling.

“Blaine what are you doing?” Kurt asked, almost frantically.

“Ima shower, Kurt,” Blaine murmured, and Kurt rushed to turn on the spray so Blaine wouldn’t hurt himself, pulling the curtain back, his heart pounding in his ears. Blaine was wearing sinfully tight black boxer briefs and oh god if Kurt just glanced down for even a second Kurt could witness his.. his.. area.

Kurt held his breath when on the corner of his eye saw Blaine slip his briefs down his legs, without any shame at all. It has to be because he’s drugged up Kurt reasoned with himself, torn between fleeing or perving out completely. But he had to be caring and respectful. So he just kept his eyes averted until he was sure Blaine was safe in the shower, closing the curtain completely.

“You okay in there?” Kurt asked, his voice echoing around the grand bathroom. With shaking hands he picked up Blaine’s garments except for the soiled t-shirt and folded them neatly on the counter next to the sink.

“Mmm - yep,” Blaine responded, and Kurt could hear the spray hitting him and splashing against the porcelain tub.

“You need anything?” Kurt questioned, his voice breathy and high-pitched. He wasn’t going to lie about being slightly - titillated - but under any other circumstance they wouldn’t be in this situation at all, so Kurt had to watch their boundaries. He couldn’t take advantage of Blaine in basically an inebriated state.

“Mmm,” Blaine hummed. “Wanna join me?”

Kurt froze, not sure if he heard right, his heart quickening at an alarming rate. “I..”

Before Kurt could form a coherent sentence a earth-shattering moan rang through the bathroom, stinging Kurt’s senses into complete shock. Kurt knew it was a moan but what and he started to panic. Maybe he mistook the sound for pain? So Kurt rushed forward, pulling the curtain back to see if Blaine was okay when his eyes fell upon - oh.

Kurt’s eyes widened at the sight of Blaine squeezing his cock, muscles of his left arm straining as he pumped himself roughly, head falling back against the wall, moaning again, shaking Kurt to his core. He couldn’t breathe, all he could do was stare; allowing his eyes to drink in Blaine’s naked form, all the way from the curve of his veiny neck to the slope of his ass. But that wasn’t even the best part. The best part was Blaine’s immensely thick, red cock straining with veins circling all around under the will of his palm, and Kurt thought he was going to pass out.

“Kurt,” Blaine groaned, his pace speeding up, his thumb sliding through the slit at the head of his cock, and Kurt had no idea what to do. He sometimes was even too embarrassed to masturbate himself, but seeing Blaine do it right now in front of him, despite his state was the most arousing thing he had ever experienced. But Kurt didn’t know what to do about it.

Blaine turned his head, his eyes opening, making direct contact with Kurt, who violently shuddered. Blaine’s mouth parted, eyes boring into Kurt, tongue poking between those plump lips as an invitation. That’s when all thoughts flew from Kurt’s mind and he acted on instinct.

In a trance, he pulled his clothes off, and Blaine’s eyes widened, his breath quickening off his glistening chest, palm continually stroking until Kurt joined him, skin-on skin, hot and amazing, cocks brushing. It thrilled Kurt to the point he couldn’t even see, so he did the next thing too on instinct alone.

He dropped to his knees and pulled that delectable cock between his lips and sucked like his life depended on it.