“So now that we’re alone…” Blaine says, crawling forward on the bed, and Kurt raises an eyebrow at him, feigning an innocent look as Blaine all but faceplants into Kurt’s lap, nuzzling shamelessly against the bulge at the front of Kurt’s mint-colored pants.
“Please let me peel these pants off you, Kurt, god,” Blaine groans, using his thumb to trace the shape of Kurt’s hard-on through his jeans, where it’s straining obscenely under the stiff material. “It’s been hell, staring at you all night.”
Sinking ‘verse: “…there’s something about you that makes me want to keep you smiling.”
a/n: god these boys are going to ruin me; mid-November
(heads-up for harassment and a bit of the non-sexy kind of slut shaming followed by sickeningly sweet sweetness ugh)
He was really starting to regret not driving to Sam’s place.
Blaine turned off the sidewalk to walk behind a series of buildings in the middle of Lima, hoping that the freezing wind would carry the snow around the brick figures rather than into his face. It was the first snow of the season, as Blaine’s luck would have it, and he still had a long way to walk before he reached his house.
“Dude, just hang out somewhere until it gets better.” Blaine sighed loudly into his phone and zipped his jacket up as much as possible.
“You know it’ll just get worse,” he said to Sam. “I’ll be fine.”
“Okay. Just don’t, you know, let your big toe freeze off. I heard about this guy—”
“Sam. I’ll text you if I figure out that math problem, alright?”
“Oh, thanks man! Later.”