Although Blaine really did like Duran Duran, he didn't feel like dancing. He felt too exposed on the dance floor. It felt like everyone in the room was staring at him. He was also afraid he'd end up getting sandwiched between two of the bigger guys who were dancing way too close for comfort.
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He was contemplating making a beeline for the bar. He turned around and came face to face with that gorgeous guy in black he was admiring earlier. He was so surprised he stood frozen to the spot, kind of staring at him.
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“Hi,” The guy said with a smile.
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“Hi,” Blaine breathed nervously.
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“Would you like to dance?” The guy asked, holding out his hand.
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Blaine, coming back to his senses, realized he was just awkwardly standing in the middle of the dance floor. “Sure,” He said as he tentatively took his hand. Because of the fingerless gloves the guy was wearing Blaine didn't get to touch as much skin as he would have liked, but he wasn’t complaining because fingerless gloves are pretty hot.
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The guy gave him a twirl and moved them to a less crowded part of the dance floor.
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Once they got there he let go of Blaine's hand which left Blaine silently mourning the loss of contact. However, he soon found himself distracted watching this guy dance. He could really move.
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“I haven’t seen you around here before,” The guy said.
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“It's actually my first time here,” Blaine said.
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“I'm Kurt.”
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“I'm Blaine,” He held out his hand out of habit, and they shared an awkward handshake considering they were still dancing.
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Blaine knew how awkward he must look dancing with Kurt. Kurt moved so well and looked so sexy, and Blaine was just not. He'd never danced with anyone before except in Warbler performances which were choreographed. Without choreography he didn't really know what to do.
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His heart jumped every time Kurt lightly brushed against him. Blaine was surprised he actually made it to the end of the song without having a heart attack.
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“Can I buy you a drink?” Kurt asked as he led him back to the bar.
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“Just a coke, thanks.”
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He glanced over to Wes and David seeing them quietly cheering and giving him a thumbs up. He rolled his eyes and turned back to Kurt, taking the seat next to him.
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“How old are you?” Kurt asked, handing him a drink.
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“I'll be eighteen in a few months,” he said, taking a long sip of his coke.
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Blaine was so nervous, he found himself at a loss for words. What could he say to impress a guy like Kurt? What did Kurt even see in him to offer to buy him a drink? Soon he'd realize he made a mistake when he found out Blaine had no idea what he was doing.
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“You don't say much, do you?” Kurt observed. “Are you shy?”
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“Only around people I don't know very well,” Blaine answered honestly.
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That made Kurt smile. “You seem like a nice guy, what brings you to a place like this?”
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Blaine blushed. “Em.. before my birthday I just kind of wanted to... em,” Blaine forced himself to stop there. It would be a bad idea saying that to him. Kurt was so perfect, he would be offended if it sounded like Blaine just wanted to use him.
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“Get in some practice?” Kurt offered.
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Blaine blushed even deeper. “No! I mean... well... er...” He knew he'd end up saying something stupid eventually.
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Kurt smiled. “It's okay; we get a lot of that here.”
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Blaine certainly wasn’t expecting that response.
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“Well?” Kurt said, raising an eyebrow.
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“Well what?” Blaine asked, genuinely confused.
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Kurt leaned in close and whispered “Would you like to practice?”
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“Yes!” Blaine practically squeaked.
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Kurt smiled and took his hand. “Come with me,” He said, leading Blaine to the bathroom.
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It was quite small for a public bathroom. The walls were covered in burgundy tiles, and the mirror above the sink looked like it had some kind of mold growing on it. It was not a very romantic setting for his first sexual experience, but it would have to do.
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After Kurt locked the door, he turned back to Blaine, smiling seductively. “Have you ever done anything like this before?”
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“No.”
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Kurt smiled amusedly. “What do you want to start with?”
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“Em... I want to give you a handjob,” Blaine said. It seemed like the right one to start with.
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“Okay.”
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Kurt's undid his belt, pulling his jeans down his long pale legs to below his knees.
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Blaine's breath hitched at the sight. It was his first time seeing another man's cock in real life, and god, Kurt was beautiful. Blaine couldn’t help staring. This was incredible; he wanted to commit everything about this moment to memory.
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Blaine's staring didn't go unnoticed. “Like what you see?” Kurt teased.
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Blaine laughed nervously, snapping out of his trance. “Definitely.”
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He gave Kurt's cock an experimental squeeze causing him to moan softly. Blaine felt a rush of arousal knowing that he had made Kurt do that, and he desperately wanted to hear that sound again.
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He rolled up his sleeve and grasped Kurt's cock firmly. Blaine basically knew what he was doing here. He knew from touching himself what felt good. It was however, a completely different angle, and it took a while to get a good rhythm started.
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“Is this good?” He asked hopefully.
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“Yeah,” Kurt sighed.
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“Feel free to give me directions; I just want to make sure that I'm doing this right.”
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“Just remember, not all guys like the same things, there are the basic skills, but different guys respond better to different... variations.” Kurt said.
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“You’re way too coherent right now, I must be doing something wrong,” Blaine said self-deprecatingly.
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Kurt laughed. “Not necessarily wrong, but it could be better.”
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“What do you want me to do?” Blaine asked. He really wanted to make this good for Kurt.
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“Spit on your hand,” Kurt instructed.
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Blaine felt like something out of porn. It felt dirty, but it was also pretty hot. He wrapped his slick hand around Kurt's cock again, sliding it up and down easily with the lubrication.
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“That's good,” Kurt sighed blissfully. “And focus more on the head,” he added.
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After that, Kurt was definitely not coherent anymore. All Blaine could hear was a string of moans as Kurt got closer to the edge.
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Blaine felt Kurt's fingers tangling in his hair. Usually he would complain about anyone touching his hair, but he couldn't be unhappy about anything right now. Not when he was pleasuring the most beautiful guy he'd ever met. He loved the feeling of Kurt touching him anywhere. The contact felt like it was sending electricity through his body.
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With a gasp, Kurt suddenly came into Blaine's hand up his arm; luckily he'd rolled up his sleeve.
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Blaine went to wash his hand in the sink, subtly watching Kurt as he caught his breath and pulled his jeans back up.
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“Can I return the favor?” Kurt asked eagerly.
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“You don't have to.”
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“I want to.”
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Blaine was apprehensive.
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“Do you not want me to touch you?” Kurt asked.
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“It's not you, it's just...” It would be his first time being touched by anyone, and he was understandably nervous.
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“Are you not ready for this? I understand if you don’t want to.” Kurt said, looking at him sympathetically.
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“No! I want to,” Blaine said, because how often does he come across a gorgeous guy who wants to touch him?
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“You sure?”
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“Yeah.”
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*o*~*o*~*o*
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Blaine's trembling hands fiddled with his belt.
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“Hey, relax, sweetie,” Kurt took Blaine's hands in his giving them a reassuring squeeze. “We don't have to.” He wanted to touch Blaine, but he didn't want to pressure him.
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“I really want to. I'm just nervous,” Blaine admitted.
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“I'll be gentle,” Kurt said, helping Blaine with his belt.
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He pulled Blaine's jeans down to his knees making sure to stroke his thighs on the way down to relax him.
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Seeing another guy's cock was nothing new to Kurt, but with Blaine something just felt different, and he couldn’t understand what it was. He'd done this exact same thing with plenty of guys before and didn’t feel anything. He didn’t really have time to figure it out now.
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He took off one of his fingerless gloves and spat on his hand. He looked into Blaine’s eyes for confirmation that he was ready. Blaine nodded.
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Gripping Blaine's shaft in his palm, he started with smooth gentle strokes.
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Blaine gasped at the contact.
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“Is this okay?” Kurt asked.
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“Yes,” Blaine panted. “You can go faster.”
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Kurt sped up his strokes, and Blaine cried out before biting his lip to stop making so much noise. Kurt wanted to savor this moment watching this gorgeous boy fall apart. He knew Blaine probably wouldn’t last much longer.
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Kurt stroked his thumb over the head of Blaine's cock, and that was all it took to have him spilling into Kurt's hand.
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Blaine slumped against Kurt, his legs going weak, and Kurt helped to keep him upright.
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“Are you okay?” Kurt asked amusedly.
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“Amazing,” Blaine sighed into Kurt's shoulder.
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Realizing that their position felt too intimate, Kurt gently pushed him back against the wall and moved to the sink to clean his hands.
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Blaine tucked himself back into his jeans and moved to look in the mirror above the sink. Kurt leaned against the wall watching as Blaine tried to get his hair under control again much to Kurt's amusement.
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Once he was ready, Kurt unlocked the door and led the way back to the bar.
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“Would you like another drink?” Kurt asked.
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“Actually, I have to go or I'll miss my curfew,” Blaine said.
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Kurt couldn’t help looking disappointed.
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“I'm sorry,” Blaine said giving him a sympathetic look.
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“No, that’s fine, I understand,” Kurt said trying to act indifferent. “I'll walk you out.”
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Blaine motioned to his friends to go outside, throwing one of them his keys.
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Kurt held back and let them walk ahead, wanting to be alone with Blaine.
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“So, can I get your number?” Blaine asked tentatively, once they were outside.
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“I don't give anyone my number,” Kurt said without thinking.
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“Oh,” He turned around in time to catch the rejected look on Blaine's face.
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“Nothing personal, I just don't do that with people I don't know very well,” Kurt explained. At the start there had been too many instances of guys who called him looking for booty calls whenever it suited them, so he just stopped giving his number to guys at bars.
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“That’s okay, I understand.”
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Kurt was suddenly hit with a fear that he may never see Blaine again. “But I'll be here next Friday if you want to practice some more,” He said hopefully.
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“I'd like that,” Blaine said, and Kurt caught another glimpse of that beautiful shy smile.
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“Goodbye, Blaine.”
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“Bye, Kurt.”
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They had an awkward moment of not knowing what to do. What is an appropriate goodbye for a hook up? A kiss would be too intimate; a handshake would be too formal. In the end they settled for a tentative one armed hug.
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Kurt leaned back against the doorway for a few seconds and watched Blaine walk to his car. He was really looking forward to seeing him again.
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Kurt remembered how he felt when he first came here; overwhelmed, scared, and wishing he had someone he could trust to practice with. Maybe he could be that for Blaine.