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[All in all, Kurt's relieved Thanksgiving is over. He enjoyed getting to spend that time with his family, but the truth is, all he's wanted to do lately is curl up on his bed and mope. The breakup wasn't just Blaine's idea. Kurt ultimately thought it was the best way to save their friendship too, and it ended up being a mutual decision. But it still hurts. He still feels raw and sad, and he doesn't think those feelings are going to go away for a while. There's still a part of him that wants to call Blaine up and ask to try again; Kurt ruined someone's life just so they'd have a chance to make their relationship work and this is how it ends?

But he doesn't call Blaine. He doesn't do much of anything once the holiday and Black Friday is over. He just lies in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, debating calling the girls so they can come over with comfort food. But he's not sure he's in the mood to explain things, and the room doesn't just belong to him anymore anyway, and he doesn't want to bother Older Kurt. In fact, between his recent breakup and the bizarre feelings he's been having around Older Kurt lately, he's not sure how to even look him in the eyes. Why does life have to be so complicated?] Why is this my life?

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[His fingertips brush against the nipple ring and he lets them linger there, sliding it between his fingers. He's never touched anyone like this before and he feels lucky that Older Kurt is willing to let him explore and learn his body like this. And then Older Kurt's hand is sliding down his pants, cupping his erection through his boxer briefs. He bucks into his hand, his moans getting louder as his hips grind harder and faster, growing erratic as he gets closer and closer. He slides his own hand out of Older Kurt's shirt and down his pants, rubbing him through his underwear as heat begins to pool low in his stomach.] Oh god, Kurt... I--I'm going to--

Edited 2011-11-27 13:39 (UTC)

Fuck-- [Kurt groans tightly as Little Kurt starts playing with his nipple ring, giving his neck a particularly firm bite in reaction, tongue immediately slipping out to slide over the offended area, soothing the pain. Then Little Kurt actually shoves his hand into his pants, rubbing and groping his dick through his underwear, and he's starting to lose his composure at last, bucking hard into his hand, panting and moaning thickly with pleasure. His own hand starts working Little Kurt's length harder, faster, squeezing and rubbing and pulling, feeling the heavy heat through the fabric.] Good, that's good, y-you feel so good, Kurt, c-come for me, it's okay, come for me.

[Everything feels so intense, almost overwhelming, and he's not sure how anything could possibly get better than this. He starts rubbing Older Kurt's cock faster, harder, trying to match the rhythm of the hand moving against his own length. It feels so good, and he's never felt so many different sensations all at once before. He grinds his hips into Older Kurt's hand instinctively, his breaths coming out in harsh pants, his whole body trembling as his orgasm hits him. His own hand doesn't even come close to this, and he's never come so hard in his life.] Oh god-- oh my god, Kurt... Fe-feels so good.

[Kurt whines thickly into Little Kurt's shoulder, bucking into his hand, feeling his own climax slowly approaching. He won't come just yet. His endurance is significantly better than Little Kurt's, who's already coming underneath him, shaking and bucking, moaning his name. He can tell how good he feels, how good he made him feel, without fear or doubt or anything else than the need pent up between them. Kurt gives a shaky grin into his neck, still gently squeezing and stroking the other's length.] Y-Yeah? You liked it?

[It takes him a while to come back down to Earth, and once he does he has to take a moment to catch his breath. He slides his hand into Older Kurt's hair, brushing it with his fingers as he pulls his hand out of his pants only long enough to unbutton and unzip them, before sliding it back in. He bites his lip as he gazes up at Older Kurt, hesitating for only a moment before slipping his hand inside his underwear to press against warm, hard flesh. He's still pushing against Older Kurt's hand, even as his body finally begins to calm down.] I more than liked it.

[Kurt looks up at him and gives him a smile, more than happy with what he's accomplished so far. He doesn't expect Little Kurt to do anything more than what he's already done. Actually reaching into his pants to relieve him was a lot more than he'd expected, and at this point he's content with cuddling with the younger man before going to the bathroom to take care of his own problem. That's why feeling Little Kurt's hand actually slipping into his underwear by itself, closing around his length without any encouragement from him, is such a big surprise. He hisses through grit teeth, clenching his eyes shut, bucking his hips into Little Kurt's hand, relishing in the sparks of hot pleasure shooting through his body.] Fuck... Kurt, you-- you don't have to...

[He grins up at him, his thumb swiping the head of his cock before sliding down and up again. He wants to do this. He wants to watch Older Kurt come undone and know that he's the one who made it happen.] It's okay. I want to. My first time won't be complete if only one of us gets something out of this. You made me feel so good, and I--I want to make you feel good too.

[He grips Older Kurt tighter, watching his face as he moves his hand faster. He wonders if this is what he looked like only a few minutes before, when he was so desperate for Older Kurt's touch. So desperate to come.]

[Kurt whines a little as Little Kurt continues to take initiative, stroking him, squeezing, running his thumb over the leaking head, spreading precome over hot, sensitive skin. It feels so good. He buries his face in Little Kurt's shoulder, rocking into his fist, panting softly, moaning as he strokes him faster, wanting to make him come as hard as he had moments ago. With this level of encouragement, it won't take long.] Oh my God...

[He strokes harder, faster, pressing kisses to Older Kurt's neck as he tries to work him closer to orgasm. He sucks, nibbles on it, trying to leave a mark of his own. There's nothing in the world like knowing you're giving someone pleasure like this, and he really hopes this isn't the last time they do this. He hopes this is a beginning for them.]

[If it was up to Kurt, they wouldn't ever stop doing this. They wouldn't stop touching, exploring, making each other feel good in every way possible, wouldn't stop to think about the repercussions and consequences of what they're doing, wouldn't stop to think about how healthy or morally right it may or may not be. They'd just keep doing it until they both go blind from it or something. Kurt moans loudly into his shoulder, bucking and thrusting into his hand, bracing himself against the younger one's hips. It barely takes a minute before he's coming with a sharp gasp, quivering on top of him, giving a couple of slow, lazy thrusts right at the end as he rides it out. Fuck.]

[Kurt sucks harder on Older Kurt's throat, stroking him through his orgasm, milking every last drop of his come. He almost doesn't want to let go afterwards. He doesn't want this closeness to end or for Older Kurt to come to his senses and put distance between them. He wants to stay here like this Older Kurt pressed so close against his body. He takes his lips away from Older Kurt's neck to look at his face, wanting see him. This was the first time he made someone come, and he needs to know that he did a good job. That he made him feel good.] Was that... was it okay?

[Kurt glances back down at him past heavy eyelids, still panting for air, trying to catch his breath. He's flushed and sweaty, his hair drooping a little in his forehead, and with the soft chuckle and lazy smile he offers Little Kurt, there's no way he'd think he did a poor job. Kurt looks like he's never had better in his life.] That was more than okay.

[Kurt gives him a pleased smile and leans up to give him a peck on the lips. He feels light and happy in a way he hasn't in days, and he wants that feeling to last as long as possible.]

How did you know? That I was talking about you, I mean. How did you know?

[Kurt returns the kiss, grinning down at him, his hand reaching up to gently stroke some of his hair out of his face.]

I'm you, remember? We're smarter than you give us credit for.

Looks like we are. And I thought I was being subtle. [His expression grows warm and affectionate, and if his face could reflect what he feels right now, there would probably be visible hearts in his eyes.]

Does this mean we're-- [He pauses, unsure how to word his question.] What does this mean?

Mr. Schue and Finn? Subtlety? Come on. [He smiles warmly, cuddling up close to him, nuzzling his face into the crook of Little Kurt's neck. He needs to bask in the afterglow on top of a warm body for a while.]

I don't know what this means. Not yet. Do you want to talk about it now?

I guess you have a point. Finn was so two years ago and Mr. Schue is so last never. [He wraps an arm around Older Kurt, cuddling as close to him as possible. He's silent for a moment as he considers Older Kurt's question. Part of him wants to just keep cuddling and bask in the afterglow and just put off any serious conversations until later. But there's a bigger part of him that needs to know. That needs them to figure this out.]

We should probably talk about it now. [Because he doesn't want to have to wonder later. He wants them to be on the same page.]

[Kurt chuckles fondly and nods approvingly, settling happily against him, closing his eyes as he relishes the fading high of climax. While Little Kurt thinks, he reaches to the side and gropes around for the covers, pulling them halfway over their bodies, just to keep them warm and toasty still. Once the younger reaches a decision, Kurt nods softly into his neck, eyes still closed, hand drawing lazy circles on his still exposed stomach.]

Alright. I don't know what this makes us. I think since you're so fresh off your first breakup, being something just yet might be a bad idea. I think you might need time and space to breathe. But I don't know that, I don't get to decide that, and no matter what you want, I'm staying right here. I want to be here for you, and when you're ready, I think I want to be with you.

[He reaches over and grabs a tissue from his nightstand to wipe the come off his hand before tossing it into his trash bin and curling close to Older Kurt. He's pretty sure they'll both need to change out of what they're wearing soon, but right now all he wants is for them to snuggle and relax together.]

I think that might be a good idea for both of us. I just had my first break up and you-- [He pauses, hating to bring Mark up, but knowing he has to. They're not going to get anywhere if they can't talk about these things.] what you had was taken from you. You and Mark didn't break up, your future together was stolen from you. [By Kurt, which is another reason he thinks Older Kurt should figure things out. He doesn't want any potential resentment to ruin what they could have.] So maybe we should both take some time to deal with things and move on. Because I think I want to be with you too. No, I know I want to be with you-- as boyfriends and lovers. But I don't want either of us to have any regrets or for either of us to have to worry that the other would rather be with someone else.

Edited 2011-11-28 21:49 (UTC)

[Ah. Tissue. Kurt should probably wipe himself clean of come too. Too lazy. Too warm and comfortable. Fuck it, cuddles it is. He nods very softly as Little Kurt mentions Mark, which is pretty much the last thing he wants to think about now, but it's a valid point. Kurt needs to be able to grieve the loss of his boyfriend for a while, to let it all sink in properly before even trying to move on to something different. Burying his feelings under layers of sex and denial will not make them go away. He smiles softly into Little Kurt's neck.]

You're right. That sounds like a good course of action. [A little pause.] Though if you'd like to, until we get to that point, I certainly wouldn't mind doing some more of this.

[He pauses to consider whether them doing this again before they figure things out is a good idea or not. He wants to. He really wants to; it felt wonderful, like nothing he's experienced before, and there's a part of him that would like to keep doing that forever. But he's not sure he can have sex that doesn't mean something. For him, what they just did meant something huge, and he's not sure he can keep doing something like that without wanting more -- love, commitment, and actual relationship.]

You don't think it would confuse things if we keep having sex?

[Kurt shrugs a little bit, still tracing a slow little pattern on Little Kurt's stomach with his fingertips. Personally, Kurt can see where this is going. Little Kurt wants to be with him, and honestly, despite how confusing this is, Kurt can see himself being with Little Kurt someday too. Once he's deflated a bit, released some of his pent up worries and frustrations and fears, once he's had time to move on and try again. He gets Little Kurt. He gets him and his worries and fears, and if he can turn out to be a pillar of support and understanding and love for him, then he'll more than happily be that. The sex is just something that comes with it, if they want it to.]

I care about you. I want to have sex with you. I hope you want to have sex with me. We can, but we don't have to. I'm just saying that if it's something you want, no matter what we are, don't be afraid to let me know.

[Kurt stares up at the ceiling, trying to get his thoughts together. He knows what he wants, but knowing the right way to get to that isn't so easy. He wants to be with Older Kurt. He wants to have a relationship and a future with him. But there's this fear inside him that having sex while they're trying to figure things out will complicate and ruin everything. Kurt knows he could fall in love with Older Kurt, he wants to. But he doesn't want it to happen before they're both ready to deal with it. And sex? It confuses things.]

I care about you too, and I--I want to have sex with you. I really want to have sex with you. But I don't want to risk messing up what we could have together by moving too fast. We should do this right.

[Kurt smiles fondly into his chest and nods, cuddling closer still. He's absolutely right. As much as he'd love to have sex with Little Kurt some more, they really should wait if they want to make this work. The more patient they are, the sweeter the fruits of their effort and dedication will be. Besides, as a wise man once said, this is why they invented masturbation.]

You're right.

[He leans forward to press a soft kiss to Older Kurt's cheek. It feels good knowing Older Kurt gets it, that he seems to understand. It might not be much yet, but he feels like they're at a pretty good start.]

So... until we have things figured out, friends? A-and once we do figure things out, if you still want me by then, we'll probably have a lot to talk about.