St. Hummel Smut
St. Hummel | Pwp | Nc-17
Summary: In which Kurt wants to read, and Jesse wants to have sex. Suffice it to say, Jesse always gets what he wants.
Bless all who write St. Hummel smut.
A Little Old School
Kurt woke to the tipping of his mattress and a body crashing onto him without warning. For a moment he thought it might be Finn, who had taken to waking him in a similar fashion when he wanted something particular cooked for breakfast that neither of their parents were very good at making. Only this person was a bit smaller, and Finn never spooned him from behind and nuzzled his neck.
Eyes barely cracking open, Kurt let out a moan. “Is there a reason you’re waking me up -” he groped for his cell phone and checked the time “- an hour and a half before I even have to think about getting up?”
“You leave soon. We have to spend as much time together as we can.” Blaine tightened his hold around Kurt.
“How did you even get into the house? Did you break a window like some kind of hooligan?”
He felt Blaine’s lips smile against his skin. “I would never resort to something so amateur. I have my own lock-pick set.”
“You’re such the rebel,” Kurt said, rolling onto his back. Blaine snuggled closer and pressed a kiss to Kurt’s jaw.
“Well, I am sort of in a gang,” Blaine breathed in Kurt’s ear.
“My father would never approve.”
“Oh come on, everyone loves a bad boy.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and sat up, knocking Blaine off of him. He stretched his arms over his head, then ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at Blaine, who was doing his best not to break into a grin.
“What?”
Blaine shook his head. “Nothing,” he responded. His lips twitched. “I like your hair.”
“Listen,” Kurt pointed a warning finger at him. “One more word and I kick you out. You can wait on the porch until I’m done getting ready.”
Blaine pressed his lips together and mimed locking them, flicking the fake key across the room.
“Good. What’s that?” He yawned around the words, gesturing to box at the foot of his bed. Blaine responded with a muffled noise, pointing at his mouth and repeating his locking gesture with a helpless shrug. “You can talk,” Kurt said, rolling his eyes.
Leaning over, Blaine grabbed the box and sat crossed-legged, balancing it on his knees. “This is my master plan.”
“Sounds ominous.” Kurt kicked the blankets off and sat facing Blaine, arms wrapped around his legs.
“You said that your father has a ‘no technology’ rule for the camping trip, right?” He pulled the cover off the box. “I thought we’d go a little old school, then.” He pulled out two boxes of envelopes, and a couple sheets of stamps.
The corner of Kurt’s mouth pulled into a small smile. “You want to write each other letters?”
“Romantic, right?”
“It’s adorable.” He tilted the box. “What else is in here?”
“Well, we have an assortment of pens, so you can write in whatever color you’re in the mood for. Paper, because what else would you write on? Oh, and these.” He held up two small bound books.
“Journals?” Kurt tilted his head, reaching for one.
“I figured that way we could, I dunno, gush about how much we miss each other without the painful embarrassment of having the other person actually read it.” He opened the book and flipped through the pages. “Well, maybe someday. I thought it might make time pass a little faster.” He glanced up and saw Kurt staring at him, chin on his fist. “What?”
Kurt shook his head. “Just… you. I can’t believe you did all this.”
Grinning, Blaine gathered everything off the bed and put it back in the box. “Oh, this is just the beginning, Kurt.” He shifted onto his knees and wrapped a hand around the back of Kurt’s neck, pulling his face close. “I’ve got much, much more in store.” He brought their lips together.
Kurt’s eyes fluttered closed and he sighed, leaning in. His stomach still clenched in all the right ways whenever they kissed; something he hoped never went away. He rubbed a hand on Blaine’s knee, digging his fingers in.
Groaning, Blaine moved to his knees, deepening the kiss. He leaned Kurt back until he was almost lying on top of him, dragging his tongue across Kurt’s lower lip. Kurt put hand between them, pushing Blaine back a little.
“Woah there, cowboy,” Kurt said as he broke the kiss.
“I’m utilizing our time together,” Blaine said, “Making every second count. You should be impressed by my time management skills.” He kissed a line from the crook of Kurt’s neck up to his ear.
“No, I’m all gross and unshowered.”
“I don’t mind.” Blaine flashed him a smile.
“I do,” Kurt said, rolling out from under him. He climbed off the bed. “You can stay up here while I get ready, if you want. I don’t know what you can do to keep yourself entertained.”
Blaine sprawled out on the bed, one arm behind his head and the other lazy at his side. “You know, this is going against my ‘we need to spend as much time together as possible’ policy. But that’s easily remedied.” He wiggled his eyebrows, tiptoeing his fingertips across the comforter.
Kurt heaved an exasperated sigh and slammed the bathroom door behind him.
Title: Adaptability
Author: Shia_labeouf
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,253
Summary: A summer afternoon of trying new things.He was the bold one, always reaching for the button at Blaine’s waistband or curving a hand possessively over his ass, and…
