slightestwind prompted: kurt/blaine roleplaying in the bedroom that goes awry.
[Can you believe that I’ve been wanting to write fail sex - is that weird?]
It wasn’t a conscious decision. Not a cold start with a planned date and time. No costumes involved except for the ones they always wear.
Blaine was just sitting at his desk as always when Kurt walked in the door. Kurt took a moment to appreciate the heightened awareness of his body once he saw Blaine across the room. There was nothing better than having someone to come home to.
Especially when that someone was still wearing his tweed vest and grey slacks from earlier in the day. Blaine’s button-down shirt was no longer buttoned down, though, the top two opened at the collar and framed by his untied bowtie, the ones at the cuffs undone so the sleeves could be rolled up to the elbow.
I just ended up writing a drabble when listening to the song “Two Sleepy People,” which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy uwu
I actually like this cover the best - because it’s slow and warm.
So fluffy autumn!klaine for you <3
Outside the coffee shop the weather is cold. Inside, there is a bubble of warmth, coming from both the heating unit and the smoldering fire in the corner. Patrons sit on cozy arm chairs and smooth, worn wooden chairs, sipping coffee out of glass cubs. Some are reading, others conversing quietly among themselves.
In one particular, oversized arm chair, sharing the space and legs tangled together, are two young men.
The man wearing a yellow and auburn bowtie, quite in season, yawns.
"Blaine," says the other, humor in his tone. "Maybe we should get home. It’s getting late."
Title: Obnoxiously Sexy
Word count: 53k
Pairings: Blaine/Sebastian, Kurt/Blaine
Summary: Blaine and Kurt are rival models and meet at an event after a suggestion from Blaine’s agent, Nick. They hate each other but the undeniable chemistry encourages a magazine to believe they would look great together on a photography spread. Will they be able to resist what seems inevitable?
Anonymous prompted: could you write something about how kurt and blaine love each other’s hugs? i’m in the mood for a good ole hug fic *u*
"Nervous?" Blaine asks, and Kurt startles and his hand flails out, accidentally hitting the bottle of hairspray on the bathroom counter. They both watch it hit the wall and fall to the floor with a loud clatter.
"No," Kurt says, voice high and shaky while he tugs at his tie. "What makes you think I’m nervous? I’m fine. It’s just a meeting. Everything’s fine. No one’s nervous. Least of all me."
Blaine bends over to pick up the can of hairspray, sliding his arm carefully around Kurt’s waist once he sets it down. “Okay, c’mere. You look like you could use one of these.”
"One of wha—" Kurt starts to ask, but then Blaine has both arms around Kurt’s waist, squeezing him tightly, and he feels Kurt slump in the familiar embrace. A few seconds later Kurt’s arms are sliding around Blaine’s shoulders and holding him close, nose tucked in at the side of Blaine’s neck.
A Few Of My Favorite Things
set during EMC
Kurt and Blaine were in Kurt’s room, helping each other decide which of their suits would look best in black-and-white—Kurt having pulled his out of the closet, and Blaine having brought his over in garment bags—when Blaine asked, “What do you think of blowjobs?”
Kurt looked away from the jacket he’d been scrutinizing to scrutinize his boyfriend instead. Blaine was tying and untying a bow tie as he looked at Kurt thoughtfully.
"…I think they’re nice?" Kurt finally said uncertainly.
At first, he couldn’t be sure what it was that had awoken him.
The room was quiet, shrouded in a darkness penetrated only by the soft blue glow of his alarm clock, his phone lying lifeless and further enshrined in rest than he was. It was quiet, that calm near-silence of darkness, penetrated only by the just-audible rumble of his father’s snoring across the hall and the light buzz of crickets outside the open window.
Then he realized it was the weight of it, that solid little band wrapped snugly around his left ring finger.
For kurtsies. Ring-related handjob smut. ;)
The first time that they have sex after getting engaged, it’s two weeks later and Blaine is visiting Kurt in New York. There isn’t much time to be alone or do anything profoundly tourist-like, but Blaine is more than happy to putter around by himself while Kurt is in class and at work, and he doesn’t so much mind the caffeine overdose that results from spending hours at the diner where Kurt, Santana, and Rachel work because he gets to watch Kurt look adorably sexy in his little uniform, singing standards and serving cheeseburgers.
He suffers a wicked thrill every time that the light catches the ring on Kurt’s finger, and dissolves into hopeless grins every time that Kurt smiles at him or waves at him just to show it off.
He’d never imagined that such a simple thing could drive him as crazy as it has been but it does and he can’t take his mind off of it, not even when they’re together and there are so many other things about Kurt to re-learn, so many places on his body that Blaine has missed, so many touches, so much physical comfort that they might share.
Summary: Blaine’s been Deaf all of his life and never once has he been interested in getting to know somebody who was hearing, but Kurt’s different.
-just a quick unbeta’d drabble for now, but I might develop this into more if there’s interest or my muse just takes off.
AN: So I was trying to figure out a way to distinguish between when somebody was signing and when they were voicing, so I just went with the ALL CAPS option since that’s how we write out signs in ASL. However, I’m still not sure it’s easy to read when formatted this way, so I might switch to italics. Let me know if you have any opinions on the matter ;)
Blaine’s just stepping out of the bathroom and into the narrow hallway of his favorite coffee shop when he finds himself inexplicably sprawled out on the floor. He looks up to find an employee waving a mop around frantically while he apologizes. The boy is talking too fast for Blaine to read his lips, but he can make out the repeated use of the word, ‘sorry.’
some autumn!klaine, a little late.
Blaine happens to be bopping along to Wouldn’t It Be Nice and thinking about just how throughly he would high-five all of The Beach Boys if he could while Kurt is on the bed fussing with a brooch that he’s pinning on the scarf looped around his neck. Which is over an asymmetrical waistcoat. Which is over a vest that is over a button up that is over an undershirt and it all just feels so very familiar.
Blaine does a spin, says, “I see the layers have made their triumphant return.”
Only Kurt doesn’t look flushed and flustered, he just looks up all coy and sexy in that way that he knows gets to Blaine every time. “I thought you enjoyed peeling me out of my layers. Besides,” He shrugs, “It’s fall.”
Autumn!Klaine for AU Fridays
(spoilers for 5x01)
“My fingers are frozen, I think I have a rock in my shoe,” Kurt paused to sniff dramatically, “and my stupid nose won’t stop running. Blaine.”
Kurt all but succumbed to whining as he plopped down in one of the overstuffed loveseats at their favorite coffeehouse.
“Aww, baby it’ll be okay,” Blaine soothed, coming to sit next to him and fluffing a soft, clean tissue around Kurt’s rosy red nose. Kurt took it with a grateful look. “We’re just tired. We’ve been at this too long. But we’ve been prepping for this for years, basically. We’ll figure it out.”