#once I was over the initial hump I was/am so connected to my body that it made just about everything easier

[minotaurfemme]

I <3 shrooms so fucking much yall fucking fantastic drug

[ellitx]

okay currently head empty, only dry humping with venti-

I’m gonna use butler!venti here so i hope you don’t mind

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word count: 1.6k

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warning: NSFW content ahead

           “Mistress, do you really want this?”

            A small nod from you is all the answer Venti needed to know before stretching out his hand to you. You slowly approached him and took his hand in yours while he guided you to sit on his lap, facing him.

            Your thighs comfortably rested on both sides as you straddled him. Leaning forward, you pressed your chest against his and draped your arms over his shoulders.

            “Please tell me if you wish to stop.” His hands drifted down your sides sensually. One hand cupped his cheek and you ran your tips on his bottom lip slowly and seductively, tempting him to latch his lips with yours in which you happily indulged him.

            He captured your soft and pliable lips bringing it to an intoxicating kiss. Neither of you two stopped. Venti’s hand only brought you closer to him, bringing it to a much more heated and deeper kiss as his tongue swept across your mouth asking for entrance.

            You granted him entry and your butler took his time to explore the insides of your mouth. He loves you’re allowing him to do such things with you. He is, after all, your most trusted butler. Always coming to him in need of help and he never says no to his dearest mistress. Always accepting them except for that one time where you asked him to have indecent acts with you. He did abide by your request albeit hesitantly.

            It’s the first time he received that kind of demand from you. But did he say no? Of course not. Whatever his mistress needs, he’ll do it no matter what it takes. 

            Heavy breathing and the sound of two wet tongues fighting are the only sounds evident in the quiet room of your butler.

            “I want you…” You muttered under your breath and carried his hand to grope on your clothed breasts. Venti slowly helps you unbutton your blouse and drag the clothing away until it’s hanging over your shoulders.

            Your eyes were settled on every tiny button on his shirt, urging you to unfasten them and discard them away. “I’m not forcing you, am I…?” You asked quietly, hands resting on his shoulders timidly as you gently massaged his clothed flesh. He simply smiled and shakes his head before leaning in to connect his lips with yours for a soft and quick kiss.

            His hands reached up to your face, gently holding you as his thumb circles on your cheek. “Whatever you ask, I’ll do it for you, Mistress.” You pressed your lips to a thin line and looked away. 

            “I don’t want you to think of this as an order from me. I want to make you feel good as well.”

            “I know that,” he smiled. “May I?”

            After a small yet timid nod from you, he brought his gloved hand close to his lips and pulled the article away between his teeth. Throwing it aside, his palm trailed gentle patterns on your slightly bared back. Long and slender fingers taking in the sensation as they pull over each strap and band of your lacy bra. 

            Your two voluptuous breasts look inviting as they sit perked in their covers. All Venti wanted to do is reach and touch it, wondering how soft it would be in his hold if he squeezes them. You feel his practiced hand brushed over your breasts and it brought you in large anticipation what his next move will be to play with your body.

            A sudden moan escapes from your lips as he slips his hand in your bra and squeezes them firmly. 

            “V-Venti…” You moaned and threw your head back as two fingers were playing with your nipples in between them.

            Your smooth and flawless collarbone has been always his weak point, always tempting him to mark you whenever it’s exposed and he wastes no time latching onto your throat, sucking, nibbling, and releasing your skin between his teeth.

            You helplessly pushed your body against him and felt something hard against your thigh, surprising you. Venti leaned in closer and initiated the heated make-out session once again. His hands came to rest on your clothed hips and helped you move in a back and forth motion in his lap.

            The friction between you two is so delicious that you want to grind more on him. Shameless and erotic moans continuously slip from your throat causing his lips to tugged into a smirk that he’s pleasing his mistress very well. 

            You feel something damp is forming between your legs, staining your panties as both of you persist on grinding against each other. It feels amazing. His hard cock hitting your wet and clothed pussy had your body shivering in delight at the sensation. You laid your head on his shoulder and panted heavily while he continued to move your hips to and fro.

            “Mhng~!!” You moaned and tightly held on to his arms in hopes he’ll understand your request. Your butler stops and looks into your eyes to read your countenance. 

            “Ah~! V-Venti—!” A sudden gasp left from your throat as his thumb circled at your sensitive clit through your damp undergarments. Your nails dug into his sleeves, whimpering and crying his name the more he moves them.

            “S-so good… hmm… m-more~” It’s too good to be true and you never felt this before. It brings excitement and anticipation to your nerves. Your whole body turning warm as his other hand rubbed up and down your legs. When his fingers hooked on the waistband of your skirt, you immediately halted him.

            “Wait,” You breathed out and held his wrist catching his attention. “My apologies, should we end here?” He questioned and let go of your skirt before placing a hand on your exposed thigh to rest on. 

            Shaking your head, you pushed yourself forward and pressed your temple against his. Your breathing was heavy, he could feel it brush on his skin every time you breathed out. Your gaze landed on his lips, admiring the silent but tremulous manner. Just from your quiet state, he understands what you want and so he finally closes the gap between you two and holds your head carefully.

            You shakily took his hand and guided it back to your covered sex. He patiently waits for you to allow yourself to get used to the sensation of him touching you like that. It’s the first time the two of you have gone this far. It’s mostly a heated kiss and touching each other and he understands how it can be quite overwhelming with all these sensual ministrations he’s been giving you.

            Venti groaned in the kiss as your fingers pushed his hand to put more pressure on your clitoris, stroking it up and down that made you so wet even more just from a simple touch. Your delicate hand rests above his own and he didn’t hesitate to increase his pace. He wants to drink your moans, listen to them forever, and just take in and remind himself he’s the only one who can make you feel like this.

            Your juices dripped on his slacks, staining them but he paid no attention to it. He only wants to hear your melodious moans for his ears to bestow with. Rocking you back and forth in his lap, he vigorously grinds your body together against him causing you to break the kiss and bite down your lower lip at the gratifying friction.

            You quickly held onto his shoulders to balance yourself as you thrust your hips to keep up his pace. A strangled moan got caught in your throat and your legs trembled from excitement and anticipation.

            “Venti~!” You gasped his name and he absorbed all your whimpers and stifled moans with his own, linking your lips together to bring you to another full open-mouthed heated kiss. 

            “Moan for me, Mistress.” His voice had an authoritative tone to it while his hold on your hips was firm to keep you balanced as he moved you back and forth on his clothed groin. “Venti—! Mnghh~!! More please~!” Another moan came as you pressed harder down on his erection.

            Venti hissed and bit on your exposed shoulder to muffle down his noises. He panted and moved you faster until you feel yourself reaching close to your orgasm. Your toes curled at the heat building up in your stomach. His nails were digging deeper on your skin that will surely leave a mark as he pressed you harder down onto him to increase the friction between you two.

            “I’m close, Mistress.” He breathes on your shoulder, nibbling and sucking on it until it turns a dark blemish. 

            “Hah… V-Venti—!! Ah~ f-faster!” He abides by your wishes and thrusts his hips against yours. Your back arched and clenched your thighs together as pleasure pulsed between your legs. You slung your arms around his neck as your fingers ran through his dark locks and gripped on them tightly.

            Venti immediately locked your lips together with his for an umpteenth time, swallowing all your moans and taking them in as his hands kept thrusting your hips throughout your orgasm as he reached his climax as well.

            “[Name]…” He groaned into your mouth and stared deeply into your eyes, observing your flushed face before wiping away the drips of sweat rolling down on the sides. Your panties were damped of your own cum, smudging his outfit. It goes the same for him— a wet stain colored his slacks underneath to where you were sitting.

            You breathe in delight while you catch your breath after your orgasm, thighs continuously shaking from the vehement and fiery session with your servant.

            “Do you feel much better now?” Venti asked with a gentle smile, leaning his head against yours and engraving every single feature of you in his mind. You nodded and softly pecked his nose before gripping his lower lip between your teeth, much to his surprise, to kiss him in thanks. 

            “Hm. Thank you, Venti.”

            The male softly chuckled and slowly laced your hands together with his. “Anything for you, Mistress.”

[odaatlover]

My Coming Out Story

Note: This story will include a lot of binary-ness in order to properly convey my thoughts and feelings, since that’s how I saw the world for most of my life. 

It was sometime around 7th grade when I began to realize that I liked girls. Of course, there were signs way before then -- always wanting to be the “man” when playing house, always using the pronouns “she/her” when making up love songs, constantly removing the clothes from my sister’s Barbie dolls…and this all happened when I was in the single digits. But around 12 years old was when I became curious about other girls in a way that -- looking back now -- was more than just friendly. I liked boys, they made good friends since I had more in common with them than with other girls, but something about girls was more alluring to me. I had a curiosity for them that was indescribable. Of course, now that I’m an adult, I know exactly how to describe it…GAY AF. 

There was this one girl that I found really attractive…we’ll call her Anne, for the sake of anonymity. Anne was in my class in 7th grade, and I found myself looking at her (AKA, checking her out) quite often. In 8th grade, Anne was in the same P.E. class as me. When changing out in the locker rooms, I always chose the locker close to hers. At the time, I thought it was because I just liked that particular locker…NOPE. Turns out it was just because I liked that particular Anne. I would steal glances at her body, which I’m a little embarrassed to admit now because it seems very stalkerish, but if you’re not creepily stalking your crush at 13 years old, are you really even 13 years old? See, I had no idea it was possible to even be attracted to girls like that, because my parents did an excellent job of shielding me from the “gay lifestyle” (nice try, ‘rents). So, I didn’t think anything of it. I just assumed that I was OBSESSED with her because I wanted to be her, not because I was attracted to her or anything. So I proceeded to carry out the rest of my middle school career with the carefree mindset that I was just like everyone else my age. Ah, the serenity. 

Then I went to high school…and 9th grade was a game changer for me. I found out that, plot twist, you actually can be gay! (insert well-known Home Alone Macaulay Culkin picture here) 

I started to notice myself eye humping paying more attention to girls around me, and I began to question my sexuality. Do I like girls? Am I gay? I like boys too though, right? I mean, I must, because obviously in every single movie and TV show I’ve ever seen, girls like boys…I’m probably bi. Yep, that’s it, I’m bi. Mystery solved!

…that lasted all of three days after making the dreadful mistake of looking at porn sites with naked men on our home computer while my parents were out of the house. *shudders*

Nope. Definitely not bi. I only like girls. 100%. 

But then a thought occurred to me…can I really say that if I’ve never had a boyfriend before? I don’t think I can…I need a boyfriend! 

A couple months later, after daily bartering and promises to a god that I didn’t believe in that I would do my chores every day in exchange for a boyfriend (as if god somehow cared that my room was kept clean and the dishwasher was emptied regularly), a miracle happened…the very awkward boy in my P.E. class that had I had never spoken more than two words to passed me a note that said, verbatim, “I like you. Will you be my girlfriend?” And of course, I said ‘yes’. I was beyond excited…until the next day, when the initial excitement of the thought of having a boyfriend had worn off, and I realized that this guy was my boyfriend. Before, I was only thinking about the label ‘boyfriend’, not about what the job actually entailed. I took one look at him and had this sinking feeling in my stomach that something wasn’t right. I had a boyfriend…not a girlfriend, a boyfriend. I had to hold this guy’s bulky hand, and hang out with him outside of school, and converse with him, and kiss him. And none of that sounded appealing to me. Needless to say, that relationship didn’t last very long. And honestly, I’m not even sure if I can call it a relationship since we never held hands, never kissed, and never spoke outside of that P.E. class. In fact, I barely even spoke to him during P.E. class. I avoided that boy like the plague, and the only thing that dictated that we were even together was the fact that I had changed my status on Myspace to “in a relationship”. I mean, I had a better connection with my dog -- who was a female, ironically. 

It wasn’t until I was 15 and nearing the end of 10th grade that I had finally told one of my friends. She was one of those friends that I was kind of close to, but not super close to. I specifically picked her because I knew she would be okay with it, but just in case she wasn’t, I wouldn’t be super heartbroken about losing her as a friend. I texted her (of course) that there was this girl that I liked -- not Anne, someone completely different, because teens move quick -- and she was super cool with it! 

A couple of months later at band camp, I was eating lunch in the dining hall with the guys on the drum line with me, and an attractive girl from another camp walked by, and one of the guys said, “Whoa, that girl is hot!” The rest of the guys at the table verbally agreed, and I naturally nodded my head in silence. He noticed, and with a surprised look asked me, “You think she’s hot?” I paused, doing the whole internal dialogue of do I lie or do I use this moment to come out? I chose the latter, and nodded my head. With an even more surprised look, he asked, “Are you gay?” I nodded my head again. The guys at the table looked around at each other and basically said, “Oh, cool.” Some were surprised, some were not so surprised, but nobody said anything negative. By the end of band camp, pretty much the entire band knew, and I was out! 

After that, I decided to change my newly created Facebook profile to say “interested in women”. I set it to where only my friends at school could see, since they already knew, and it felt really freeing. 

…turns out it was set to public, and my mom saw it. This was a couple of months after band camp. It was a September day, and she was driving me home from a lesson I had with my percussion teacher. With a small laugh she asked, “Why does your Facebook profile say that you’re interested in women?” She obviously thought that it was a mistake -- and a very amusing one at that -- and I did the internal dialogue thing again. Am I ready? Do I take the opportunity and just run with it? There’s never going to be a good time, and everyone at school already knows. Might as well just get it over with now. With a very small voice, I said, “Because I am.” She stopped laughing, and the car got really quiet. The amused smile was wiped from her face, and was replaced by a look of something that resembled a mix of pain, disappointment, and confusion. I had never been more terrified in my entire life, than in that moment. You see, I come from a very religious, very conservative, Trump-supporting southern white family. So, to say that she wasn’t okay with it, was an understatement. (Author’s note: What the f*ck was I thinking??) 

She was quiet the rest of the ten-minute drive home with a frown plastered on her face, obviously trying to figure out what to say to her ‘confused’ daughter, since she had been completely blindsided. And I just sat there looking ahead at the road, trembling with sweaty palms and a racing heartbeat, realizing that I had just made a terrible mistake. 

When we got home, she forced me to tell my dad. My dad has the same personality as me – witty, unassertive, avoids confrontation, wouldn’t hurt a fly, nerdy. Growing up, my mom was the ‘scary’ parent. I wasn’t afraid of what my dad would say in response, because he’s a very calm man, unlike my mom (not that she’s a man). But as soon as she said I had to tell him, I began to freak out, because it meant that I would have to come out again. Having to come out like that two times in a short span of 15 minutes is a lot for a young 16-year-old. Not only that, but I had never actually said the words “I’m gay” or “I like girls” out loud to someone before. I told my friend through text, I nodded my head at band camp, and the only words I had said to my mom were “because I do.” In order to tell my dad, I was going to have to actually tell him that I was gay, which terrified me more than anything in my entire life. I wasn’t ready for that, and yet I was being forced into doing so. 

I walked up to my parents’ bedroom where he was lying in bed reading a book, with my mom following closely behind me. She told him that I had something to tell him, and he got up and just looked at me with confusion. I stood there, frozen, unable to get the words out. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. 

“Go ahead, tell him what you told me.” My mom said as she waited impatiently with her arms folded sternly across her chest. I instantly broke down and started crying, and my dad just hugged me. I finally was able to choke out the words “I like girls” through my sobs, and my dad just audibly swallowed in response and continued to hug me. 

The rest of that day is a bit of a blur, considering that was over 10 years ago, but basically once I had calmed down, my parents told me it wasn’t right, that I was confused, that marriage is between a man and a woman, that two women can’t even have sex together because their ‘parts don’t fit’, blah blah blah. After that, my mom would sit down with me every night and we’d do ‘bible study’ together. This was on top of the Sunday morning, Sunday evening, and Wednesday night church services I had already been forced to attend since I was born. I was never a religious person, and even as a little kid I hated going to church, so you can imagine how awful it was having to read a book I didn’t believe in every single night with my homophobic mother, basically hating myself. This lasted pretty much until I graduated and left for college, two years later. 

I never officially came out to my older sister. My parents told her, and she and I never really talked about it because I was too afraid that she would treat me the same way as my mom. Everyone at school was supportive though. Nobody in my life had a problem with it except for my parents, so I began to gravitate towards my friends and away from my family. 

In 12th grade, I had this friend that I was getting really close to. I worked up the courage to tell her that I liked her, and it didn’t go as well as planned. She blocked me on Facebook and never spoke to me again. Whenever she saw me in the hallways at school, she would move to the other side and avoid eye contact. That was a bit difficult to get through, seeing as it was the first time I ever told a girl that I liked her. But a few months later I got my first girlfriend, so it was okay. I didn’t need that girl anyways. *holds up ‘90s ‘talk to the hand’ gesture* Oh, and I was with my first girlfriend for almost a year and a half (with the first year being long distance since she was a grade below me and then went to the same college as me the next year), but we weren’t compatible. Honestly, we were both tops, and even more honestly, I would’ve said yes to any girl at that point. But she was cool, and we still talk from time to time. So it’s all good. 

When I got to college, I wasn’t shy about my sexual orientation. I got my degree in music education, and the majority of the guys at the music school were gay, so I knew it was a safe space. Nobody had a problem with it, and I was actually pretty popular and had a lot of friends. There were a lot of gay gays, but I was pretty much the only lesbian, which made me well-known. College life was great! Whenever I would have to go home for breaks, I felt sick to my stomach. I didn’t want to go back to that house. I didn’t want to go back to my parents. I wanted to stay in my safe little world with my supportive friends where I could make my own decisions, and wasn’t forced to go to church. My college was only two hours away from ‘home’, but thankfully it was just far enough that I didn’t have to go back often. 

Skip to 2019 (two bad relationships later), and both of my parents are still unsupportive, but at least they don’t say anything when I bring my wife to family get-togethers. They’re polite. My sister LOVES my wife, and we often hang out with my sister and her husband. Even though religion is very important to her, she’s way more open-minded than my parents, and is accepting of my sexuality and recognizes my marriage as one that’s equal to hers. After I came out to my parents, I kind of lost that relationship I had with them. I’m not super close to them, since they never truly made me feel loved and accepted. They supported me in every other aspect of my life, but couldn’t fully embrace who I was, since they don’t believe that my sexuality is real, but rather just a sin and a man-made thought put into my head by modern society. 

I currently only live 20 minutes away from my parents, but only visit them for special occasions. I definitely visit way less often since the passing of our family dog back in September, which made me realize that she was the main reason I would go over there. My sister and her husband live one neighborhood over from my parents, and I’ll visit them as often as I can. I don’t have the best relationship with my parents, but honestly, at this age I am 100% okay with that. I don’t rely on them for anything anymore, and I have an amazing wife, wonderful friends who I consider my family, and a supportive sister. I don’t need my parents, and that’s okay.

So, if you’re a young person who’s currently in the closet or who has come out and is having an awful experience with it, just know that it truly does get better. I know everyone says that, and it’s probably difficult to believe at this point in your life, but it really is true, I promise. 

And if you’re a parent whose kid is struggling with their own sexuality, then my advice to you is to be supportive. Tell them that you love them. And tell them that you support them, even if you don’t. The last thing you want to do is make them feel like who they are is invalid or wrong, because you will lose them. Even if you’re there for them through everything else, if you can’t get on board with something that is a part of their very being, you will lose them. 

Thank you for reading my story, and I hope this helps someone out there ❤️

[porcelainbirdz-blog]

STORY OF TONIGHT 🥃

TAGGING ⇝ Kurt Hummel and Jesse St. James.

LOCATION ⇝ Akron, Ohio.

TIME FRAME ⇝ January 26, 2017.

STATUS ⇝ INCOMPLETE.

NOTES ⇝ Jesse encounters Kurt on Grindr and with the promise of musicals, Kurt accepts the invitation to come over. The evening isn’t exactly what he’d anticipated. Also known as, Kurt Hummel Fumbling Through His First Time.

Kurt was taken aback at the invitation to watch movies at the home of Jesse St. James, but he wasn't one to turn down a good marathon. And he certainly wasn't about to miss out on a bootleg that he had yet to find in good quality. Kurt had never been particularly fond of Jesse for reasons deemed quite obvious, but that bootleg was incredibly alluring. And it wasn't like St. James was particularly hard on the eyes, so he could deal with an evening in. As it was late and he'd been intending on going to bed, Kurt changed from his comfortable pajamas into something a little more socially acceptable and headed out. His destination wasn't particularly far, but he punched the address into his phone anyway - he wasn't about to be some weirdo small town news story about a boy lost and murdered on the side of the road. Pulling into the driveway, he slipped out of the car and opened the app for Grindr back up to shoot his host a message indicating his arrival.

Jesse hadn't actually planned on inviting Kurt over. Hell, he barely spent any time getting to know anyone at McKinley and after handing them that crushing Nationals defeat but after that none of them seemed to want anything to do with him. Still, finding Kurt on Grindr, and specifically posing like he was, Jesse was intrigued. Getting the alert tone, Jesse headed downstairs dressed in a pair of loose sweats and plain tee. Opening the door, he smirked a little. "Surprised you came."

Kurt fiddled with the phone in his hand, responding half-heartedly to text messages as they poured in and he waited for the door to open. He still wasn't entirely sure why he'd agreed to come but at the appearance of Jesse, he slipped the phone into the pocket of his jeans and crossed his arms. "So am I," he arched an eyebrow and pressed his lips together, letting his gaze wonder over his host in the doorway. "I suppose the mention of a certain bootleg was more enticing than an altogether uneventful evening."

Jesse nodded his head, a small amused smirk on his lip as he stepped aside to let Kurt into the house. As usual, his parents were elsewhere and neither of his brothers had long been out of the house. "I'm sure you would have found a way to make it eventful if you were on Grindr." Clearing his throat, Jesse began walking towards the stairs, waving his hand for Kurt to follow him. "Shelby actually sent me this. I don't know how her boyfriend got his hands on it but I'm quite glad he did." At the landing, Jesse hung a left and pushed open the only door with a light shining under it. His bedroom was standard, minus the king size bed and flat screen hung on the opposite wall and bar cart that no nineteen year old should have. "You can just get comfy on the bed. Want a drink?" He asked holding up a tumbler.

Kurt rolled his eyes, following him inside. The house was as nice as he'd expected, though the absence of any other human being was strange. "I wasn't exactly prepared for anything outside of an intimate night curled up with my down comforter, phone, and One Tree Hill streaming on my Netflix. I don't use Grindr for the typical hump and dump situations that it's come to be known for. It doesn't help that I already know half of the guys that use it. Plus, I'm easily won over by the promise of musicals," he shrugged, entering the room and raising his eyebrows at the sight. What kind of nineteen year old had a bar cart in their bedroom? "Um... sure. Whatever you're having," he shifted in his place next to the bed before leaning down to untie his boots and set them neatly at it's end. He was apprehensive at the thought of curling up in a bed that wasn't his own, but he sat at it's edge, sinking in. "Shelby sounds like quite the significant connection."

Jesse nodded his head and began picking up a few different bottles, mixing some things together. While he'd typically take something like a 7 and 7, Kurt Hummel did not seem like a strong or bitter drinker. "She is." Jesse said as he finished up their drinks, making his way back towards his bed. He stopped short and smiled, catching Kurt just sitting on the edge. "She's dating a casting agent out in New York right now so he kind of has his hands in everything." Taking a seat, Jesse moved back against the headboard and lifted his eyebrows at Kurt, holding up the drinks. "Plan on sitting there all night?" Sitting his own drink on the bedside table, he picked up the remote and hit play, having pre-staged everything prior to Kurt's arrival. "It's a twist on a Shirley Temple by the way. Half sprite and half vodka. I promise I'm not going to get you drunk."

Kurt folded his hands in his lap, watched the number of different bottles being used to concoct whatever it was he was going to be given. He wasn't incredibly experienced with alcohol but he knew he liked whiskey and had only ever really had any kind of bad experience once. Letting someone who had some idea of what they were doing prepare his drink made more sense than stumbling over the little that he knew himself. "It sounds like she also has great taste in men, then. Uh," Kurt faltered, following his movements to the headboard and taking the hint a little late. Shifting back, he pushed himself up to sit next to Jesse. "No. Thank you," he smiled, small and brief but appreciative. "I've never actually had one with alcohol but it sounds good." He took a sip and set the drink on the table next to him, his expression significantly more interested when he realized the show was on.

Jesse smirked slightly as he watched Kurt move to join him near the top. As the opening number commenced, Jesse refocused on the show, every so often glancing over at Kurt, bemused he had even agreed to come. Then again, musicals were a surefire way to get almost any gay man over. Taking a few occasional sips of his drink, Jesse relaxed, crossing his legs and leaning his head back, tilted slightly towards Kurt. "Honestly I'm heartbroken I'll never get to see the original cast live." He said with a twinge of sadness in his voice. "Although the Schulyer Sisters reuniting for the Super Bowl has made it worthwhile to watch that game, don't you agree?" Turning his gaze towards Kurt, he let a small smile flutter over his lips.

Kurt sipped his drink slowly, eyes never leaving the screen or any of the actions on the stage. He was utterly enthralled and thrilled to finally watch a copy that wasn't too hard to see. He'd seen clips sewn together online and had settled for that being all he'd be able to see but tonight was making the wait worth it. The voice next to him surprised him, pulling his gaze from the screen until they landed on the face next to his own. "I definitely understand that. I'd have loved to have been able to go. But it didn't work out, of course," he shrugged his shoulders, relaxing back into the pillows and the headboard. "I may actually be considering watch the Super Bowl this year and I usually find football absolutely boring." At the small smile, something Kurt was taking as a truly friendly gesture, he returned his own and set the emptying glass back down.

Jesse nodded in agreement and finished off his drink, setting it down to the side. He could easily see that Kurt was vastly interested in the musical and perhaps that had been a mistake. He could have gone with something less interesting but damn, he just had to impress at all times. Letting a few more scenes and songs pass, Jesse moved closer, pressing his hip to Kurt's and dropped his hand onto his lower thigh. "Why were you on Grindr tonight, Kurt?" Jesse asked, leaning his head against the backboard as he turned to the other boy. "And did you really come over here with the sole intention of watching musicals with me? Not to be rude but we're hardly what one would call friends now are we?"

Kurt felt the flush of red creeping up his chest and neck and onto his face as soon as it appeared on his skin. Being so fair skinned made it difficult to hide the flush of color that came with the physical contact. "I... I suppose I was curious. As was my initial venture into the Grindr-sphere. Maybe I was using it as a means of escaping my current emotional state," he shifted, avoiding looking at the boy next to him. "I'm not entirely ignorant. I know what people use Grindr for. I suppose I just assumed the offer of watching a musical that I've actually been dying to finally see a good version of was something of an extended hand. Some kind of reach for peace? I don't know."

Jesse grinned seeing the red flush over Kurt. The intended move worked to the effect Jesse had wanted. Listening to Kurt, the smile on his lips was sincere and his thumb moved in a small circular pattern over his clothed body. "And if the extended hand reached elsewhere?" Jesse questioned with a raised eyebrow as his hand traveled further up Kurt's leg. Leaning in, the tip of Jesse's nose brushed along Kurt's jaw line as he lifted his lips towards the boy's ear, "If you tell me to stop I promise I'll listen. No hard feelings. We can go right back to the show." Jesse paused as his hand lifted from Kurt's leg to his chin, tilting his head and gaze towards him, "But if you'd like to kiss me you're more than welcome to."

Kurt had to take a breath to calm the nerves that were starting to set in at the hand moving into completely foreign territory and the feel of the boy's breath on his ear. The closeness was strange but he couldn't hate it. He'd kissed boys, but never felt the warmth of their breath anywhere else. "Oh, I," he paused when his head was turned and he gasped softly, finding it much harder to keep avoiding having to look at Jesse when he was in such close proximity. The promise of slowing things down made it easier, in his mind, to imagine things moving forward. It made taking Jesse's not-so-subtle prompting to heart easier and he leaned forward the few inches left between them and kissed him chastely.

Jesse smiled slowly against Kurt's lips. His hand moved from his chin to cup his cheek, moving slowly against the kiss as to not startled Kurt. Honestly, the entire time Jesse had been in New Directions he had never given a second glance to anyone else. Of course since returning home and slowly mending that relationship had given Jesse plenty of opportunity to seek out other things. Finding Kurt was the twink with the banging body had been a surprise but certainly not a regret. Shifting a little, Jesse slowly parted his lips and traced his tongue along Kurt's bottom lip, letting him set the tempo.

Kurt wasn't entirely sure why he didn't just pull away and continue watching the show. Jesse had, in fact, said that it would be okay if things progressed that way. Maybe it was the constant lack of intimacy or his lingering and unrequited emotions toward someone else that pushed him forward, but he knew for sure that kissing was something he could do. It was comfortable and one thing that he knew he could do without seeming completely naive. He hummed gently against Jesse's lips, parting his own and wrapped his hand around the forearm that held his own head in place.

Jesse let out a small moan as he tongue slid into Kurt's mouth. Damn, he had to give the guy credit for being a good kisser. Leaning in closer, Jesse used his free arm to snake around Kurt's waist. With a tug and flip, he had the other boy straddling his lap and arms wrapped tight around him. Pulling his lips away, Jesse let out a breath and moved his lips to just below Kurt's ear, sucking gently and leaving a small pink mark. "Still okay?" He asked with a grin against the other's skin as one hand slide into Kurt's hair and the other tightened around his waist.

Kurt was surprised by the shift in position, not only the act in itself but the fact that he might really like having someone move him around like this. A part of him was just glad he didn't bite the other's tongue off in the process. The lips on his neck and the hand moving into his hair had him caught between a sharp breath and a soft whine, leaving him strangled in a broken mewl. He tilted his head back into Jesse's hand, breathing out a "yes" that was both overwhelmed and desperate for him to put his lips right back where they had been. His arms slipped up and around Jesse's neck, holding him close.