#day 2: bikini

[wowbright]

Fic: Alone

Fandom/pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine

Event: december klaine fanworks challenge 2023

Words: ~1,200 words                                        

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Soon after returning from his mission, Blaine gets to do the thing he’s been looking forward to the most.

Notes: This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe. It takes place after Out of Eden, which I am still in the process of posting to AO3.

“Alone. Finally. Now I don’t have to die from a fatal case of sexual frustration,” Blaine said, tugging at Kurt’s top button. He appreciated the effort his family had made to welcome him back from his mission, but this—this was the thing he’d been looking forward to most.

“Slow down, cowboy. I'd like to keep this shirt in one piece.”

Blaine tried, but between the sounds Kurt made as Blaine kissed him beneath his ear and the way the adrenaline was making Blaine’s hands shake, he wasn't sure how to get Kurt's clothes off without tearing them.

“Here.” Kurt rolled out from under Blaine and stood at the side of the bed, his fingers making easy work of the buttons. “Why don't you watch?”

The smirk on Kurt's face—it was so hot and so unfair. He knew what this was doing to Blaine, lighting all his nerves up like fireworks on the German new year. “Like our first time?” Blaine said, trying to play it cool but his voice cracking on the vowels.

Kurt nodded sweetly as he peeled his overshirt off to reveal the garment top beneath. “Sometimes, the best presents are the ones that are unwrapped for you.”

The words sparked Blaine into action. He could take care of his own clothes while he watched Kurt—because it wasn't like he was going to stop watching Kurt, like he would miss the way the pale expanse of Kurt’s belly and chest were revealed as he pulled his garment top off over his head—but maybe he could be a gift for Kurt, too. Oh, how he wanted to be—to unfold himself completely and let Kurt take what he could for pleasure.

So Blaine echoed his lover’s moves, dispensing of his layers in the same order, enjoying the hungry way in which Kurt watched the revealing, until they both had nothing left to shimmy off.

“I wasn't sure if you'd still be wearing your garments,” Blaine said as he stacked his garment bottom with as much respect as his trembling hands could manage on top of their pile of discarded clothes.

Kurt arched an eyebrow as he climbed back onto the bed. “But you could see them through my clothes, couldn't you? I mean, the top, at least.”

“Yeah. I meant, I wasn’t sure before I saw you. I thought, maybe you'd stopped.”

Which was the stupidest thing Blaine could have possibly said, because before Blaine had spoken them, Kurt was in the process of crawling on top of him and Blaine was pretty sure that the next thing he'd been planning to do was sandwich their bodies together, and oh, Blaine wanted to feel that, it had been so long since he'd felt Kurt's skin and heat and the heaviness of his arousal in that unfettered way. The months he'd spent imagining this moment, recreating their touches in his mind, longing for all the things he had ever done with Kurt and for things they hadn't yet done—but now, Kurt stopped mid-air, hovering over Blaine on all fours in a way that both tantalized and tortured him. “Would that have bothered you?” Kurt said softly—not nervous, not fearful of being judged, but full of concern only for Blaine’s feelings.

Blaine shook his head. “I love you. Garments or no garments, church or no church. I love you because …” and that was a stupid way to start a sentence, because no words existed in the English language—or the German one, for that matter—to explain love. All he knew was that it was good, and holy, and that God smiled every time Blaine said those three words to Kurt in any language. “… because I love you. Because you’re my person.”

Kurt smiled. It felt like the light of a thousand heavens. “Well,” he said, his expression shifting toward the sly, “I don't wear garments all the time. Sometimes I'm practically naked under my clothing. Sometimes all I wear is a pair of red bikini briefs.”

Blaine groaned audibly at the image. His dick grew heavier against his belly. Kurt put his hand around it, sizing it up with the gentle appreciation of a connoisseur. “You like that?”

“You know I do, Kurt. Everything about you—”

But he couldn't finish, because Kurt's hand was moving on him now, skin against skin, flesh becoming one with flesh. “Only red bikini briefs? Or would other colors do it for you too?” Kurt teased. “Because I have a whole collection in my suitcase. Maybe I could model them sometime.”

“Kurt,” Blaine groaned, and then he ran out of words. He kissed Kurt—on the neck and on the mouth and on that spot right below his ear until Kurt was as desperate as Blaine.

“I’ve thought about this so much,” Kurt moaned as Blaine worked his kisses down Kurt’s belly. “Your mouth, Blaine. You have no idea what it does to me.”

Blaine had some idea. Kurt was hard and leaking, and when Blaine tongued the tip, Kurt gasped.

“It makes me come, Blaine. Thinking about you. I’ve thought about you in so many ways. I want—”

But now it was time for Kurt to lose his language. Blaine took him into his mouth and sucked, lovingly and desperately. He was out of practice, and his jaw might regret this later, but—

Kurt jerked out of his mouth. “Not so fast. I get my just rewards, too.” He flipped Blaine onto his side and did something that reminded Blaine of a somersault and suddenly Kurt was back in his mouth but he was inside Kurt's mouth, too, everything hot and wet and oh, oh, oh God, Kurt was making sounds—deep, guttural, pleasured sounds like having Blaine inside his mouth was the better end of the bargain—and they vibrated into Blaine and through him and Blaine sucked like his life depended on it, clenched his fingers into Kurt’s buttocks and pulled him as deep as Blaine’s mouth and inexperienced throat would allow. And he couldn’t say I love you but he could show Kurt, he could show—

Kurt arched into Blaine, his body stiff with pleasure, and he grunted around Blaine’s penis as he came and that was so hot—the sound of Kurt and the flood of semen that was almost too much for Blaine to swallow, and oh Blaine was so close to gone, and he curled his fingers through Kurt’s hair and tried to guide him off, but Kurt refused to budge, just kept sucking on Blaine like his life depended on it, and Blaine had no choice but to let go.

“So,” Kurt said a few minutes later, when they’d wiped their mouths and caught their breath and kissed and kissed and kissed, tasting themselves on each other’s tongues, “was it worth the wait?”

“Um, definitely.” Blaine giggled. “But I don’t think we should wait that long ever again.”

“Good,” said Kurt, rolling half on top of Blaine and looking him in the eye. “So maybe a snack, a shower, and a fashion show courtesy of the underwear collection in my suitcase, and you’ll be ready for round two?”

Blaine felt his arousal stirring again. “That’s an awfully long list. Maybe we skip straight to the fashion show?”

[gleefulpoppet]

Chapter 2: Bend and Snap

Chapter 2: Bend and Snap [738 words] For the @klaineadvent December Challenge [Day 2: Bikini]

“I’m so sorry,” Blaine says, standing abruptly, offering the phone. Oh, my hell! Did I just do the bend and snap? He hopes it doesn’t show on his face how flustered he is. It feels like I have fire emojis tap dancing on my cheeks! 

You can read more on AO3 [here]. Or start from the beginning [here].

[achromant]

Beach Days incoming! Festival of the Four Winds draws near!

[aspaspens]

intro post!!

hi! i'm aspen i use she/her pronouns and shit

sum music i like

kimya dawson

days n daze

AJJ

mischief brew

ramshackle glory

apes of the state

joe billy

the chats

minor threat

bikini kill

le tigre

meth wax

mom jeans.

modern baseball

tfb

car seat headrest

elliott smith

other stuff that isn't music i like!!

D&D video games flannels cowboys making shitty art and music shit i dont like!

police

biggots

rich people

politicians

[madas-ahatters-world]

Day 2: Bikini

“Kurt – no,” Blaine said assertively, staring at the newest edition to their family, apparently, casually lying on their coffee table.

“Yes,” Kurt replied amused.

“No,” Blaine repeated, trying to stare down Kurt. Kurt thought it was cute when Blaine tried getting all authoritative.  It was kind of a turn-on.  But right now wasn’t the time for that. Kurt had to stand his ground, he wasn’t budging.

“Yes.” Kurt smiled.

Blaine huffed in annoyance. “Why? You know I hate those things. They're creepy and can cause unnecessary chaos.” Blaine shook his head.  “No, Kurt.”

“It’s a toy, Blaine. An Elf on the Shelf…what’s the big deal? It’s a fun way to keep the spirit of Santa alive in the house for Abby and encourage good behavior.”

“Yeah, it’s all fun and games until Abby accidentally touches it and goes ballistic over thinking it's ‘lost its magic’ and is now going on the naughty list. Unnecessary. Chaos.”

“You really need to stop watching those TikTok videos, Blaine…”

“And our princess is perfect,” Blaine said matter-of-factly, paying no mind to Kurt’s comment. “She doesn’t need any encouragement.”

“Oh, ookay,” Kurt said sarcastically.  “I’m gonna remind you of that when she fights you to brush her teeth or take a bath.” Blaine let out a heavy sigh.  “Blame my dad and Carole, they’re the ones that got Abby all excited about it, telling her he was going to arrive today. I’m just doing my part in initiating the Christmas fun.”

“And you consider this fun? You have him lounging on a chair, next to Abby’s Barbie Camper, in a bikini, with Chelsea playing in the pool. This is very elaborate, Kurt.”

"He's getting a tan! He needs some sun, he's been stuck in the North Pole all year," Kurt teased.

"Kurt - "

“It’s fun, Blaine! Stop being such a Grinch about it. It’s cute.  Abby's going to love it, and you and I get to have some fun with putting a smile on her face. We can take turns,” Kurt said excitedly.

Blaine hated the idea of this darn Elf on the Shelf, not really understanding what all the hype was about. But he did like the idea of his daughter waking up every morning searching for the elf with a smile on her face.  He would do anything to make her smile.

“Fine,” Blaine sighed in defeat after a few moments. “But no taking turns,” he said pointedly. “If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do this together.”

“Yes, yes! Okay,” Kurt jumped for joy. “Together, you got it!”

“And let’s make it easy, okay?  No more elaborate displays. Simple. Where did you get that swimsuit anyway?” Blaine asked.

“Oh, I made it,” Kurt said with a wide grin. “It was easy...I can make him a whole wardrobe! Abby will love it.”

“Kurt – I just said no more elaborate displays.”

“Please, Blaine.  Who do you think you’re talking to here? I live for this stuff.”

Good lord, this was going to be a long month.

[floridaboiler]

53 Days until Christmas

[thesmokinpossum]

I'm completely obsessed with this picture of me from a few years ago, baked as a cake and way too proud of making the world most mediocre sand castle 😂

[ef-1]

when your just a girl but you have it all under control

[lexisism]

help im done for

[justanamartins]

I tried to imitate Rinotuna style 🥹

[melonfella]

Emmeline in a 2-piece. It's hot out

[kamerakore]

tumblr bots are so funny because other than reblogs i have literally 3 posts and two of them are about moviestarplanet. i promise you 5000 real hot girls in bikinis are not flocking to my follow button because they saw that i forgot to feed my boonie called poop poop for two weeks

[osomatsusanki]

"you're a Girl, how much leg hair can you have?"

me: it makes more sense to wash it with shampoo

[floridaboiler]

Source - https://mewe.com/p/bikinisummer

[kennedyvietor1978blog]