An Important Vacation → Klaine
TAGGED → Blaine Anderson; Kurt Hummel
TIMEFRAME →·Friday; late morning
LOCATION → New York City; Trump Soho
NOTES → I hope this makes seeeeense -- I’ve been rereading to try to make sure it fits, so apologies for the delay (but rereading these two really isn’t unpleasant at all, XD)
KURT HUMMEL:
Kurt chuckled softly at the flirty tone to Blaine’s words, slowly shaking his head a little at the suggestion of Kurt telling him every little thing that was on his mind. “To be completely honest, all I can concentrate on right now is your body against mine. My mind is kind of blanking on everything else,” he murmured into the heated air in the small space between them, and the smile on his lips widened when Blaine reassured him that there was no reason for him to be ever be jealous. “You obviously have no idea how gorgeous and desirable you are,” he teased with a quiet laugh. “Guys are gonna be flirting with you whenever they see you. Especially at Elliott’s show,” he said added, his brows furrowing together just a bit – already feeling a little jealous. “Then again, as long as I have you at the end of the day, I guess that’s what really matters. I can’t stop them from flirting with you, but at least I’ll be there to let them know you’re off the market…”
Nodding at Blaine’s next remark, he grinned against his boyfriend’s mouth. “Exactly.Priorities,” he whispered with a laugh against Blaine’s lips. “Distractions are always going to be more interesting than exploring,” he said before pausing fora moment. “The only thing better is distractions while exploring,” he added with a teasing grin.
Feeling the cool tiles of the bathroom wall against his back through his semi-thin, slim-fit shirt, it mildly registered in the back of Kurt’s mind that at some point both his vest and jacket had been shed in the process of getting to the bathroom,and he hadn’t even noticed; the fact would have surprised him more had he not been so distracted by Blaine’s lips, hands, hips, and his…well, Blaine’s everything. It wasn’t often that someone ad the ability to make Kurt completely disregard something as important to him s his own clothing. The slight, rough change in Blaine’s demeanor wasn’t something Kurt had expected, but it wasn’t exactly something he hated either,if he were being completely honest; in fact, if anything, it was something that only turned him on even further. Letting out a low moan as he felt the other man’s lips against his Adam’s apple and across to the other side of his neck,Kurt’s fingers grasped at the fabric of Blaine’s shirt in an attempt to get the annoying fabric out of the way while his hips bucked up against Blaine’s once more.
Panting quietly against Blaine’s lips as he finally managed to get his boyfriend’s shirt off of his body, his hands came to rest at Blaine’s waist for a ·few seconds before shifting to the other man’s elt buckle. “God, Blaine,” he murmured against his boyfriend’s lips a few seconds later, already breathless as his hands undid Blaine’s belt, and he pulled the accessory from his boyfriend’s pants – tossing it to the ground before his hands slipped around to grip at Blaine’s ass, grinding their hips together once more.·The bathroom felt twice as hot as it had been just moments before, and he felt like he was going to start dripping sweat at any second; ironically – they weren’t even in the in-suite sauna. Sliding his hands up Blaine’s body once more, he gripped the sides of his boyfriend’s face to deepen the kiss a little while his hips rolled up against Blaine’s once more, drawing another deep groan from his lips as his own growing erection strained against his pants.
BLAINE ANDERSON:
Blaine bit his lip, watching Kurt through veiled lashes. He knew he was occasionally distracting to Kurt, but verbal confirmation of what he liked was always appreciated. And if he unconsciously arched his back to get just a tiny bit closer -- well, he could hardly be blamed for that. "I like it when your mind blanks because of me," Blaine admitted softly, his cheeks a faint pink from the compliments. "I think you're probably over-exaggerating just how much attention I'm going to get, though -- especially next to you, when you look like you actually belong there." He reached up to brush his fingers just barely over the furrow in Kurt's brow, before tilting his head to try to kiss it away. "They can flirt all they want, but I'm the one coming back to this huge hotel room with you," he murmured.
More than anything, Blaine loved it when Kurt teased him, and he laughed softly against his boyfriend's kisses. "Distractions while exploring? I'm intrigued, Mr. Hummel, do elaborate," he teased back. "Are you planning to distract me while wandering through Central Park? At the Empire State building? On the ferry to the Statue of Liberty?" He lifted an eyebrow at him with a glint in his eyes. "That's a lot of distractions."
There was something empowering about having Kurt's slightly taller frame pressed back against the bathroom tiles, down a few layers and moving deliciously under Blaine's mouth. He was half tempted to tug until the buttons popped free, just to get at Kurt's pale skin that much faster, but he still had the presence of mind to realize that damaging any of Kurt's clothing probably wouldn't go over very well. Kurt just smelled so good -- even after hours in airports and on a plane, the heady scent of him driving Blaine crazy in the best way. He finally managed to undo the last of the buttons, and quickly smoothed his hands up over Kurt's chest and around his shoulders, pushing the shirt up and off and halfway down Kurt's arms -- only to stop with it halfway tangled around his elbows.
With his own shirt somewhere on the bathroom floor, Blaine wasted no time and pressing their bare chests together and covering Kurt's mouth with his. The faint clink of his belt buckle hitting the floor galvanized him further, and bu the time Kurt's fingers dug into his ass, Blaine was so hard he whimpered breathlessly into the kiss. "I need to see all of you," he murmured heatedly. "Is that -- is that okay?" Blaine breathed, even as his hands pushed nervously at the open waistband of Kurt's pants.
