someone should take this laptop away from me because i really need to study
The Klaine Advent Drabble Challenge:Day 11
I don’t even know anymore.
word count: ~250
Blaine’s laptop wasn’t connecting to the wifi. It kept asking him for the passcode but every time he entered it, it just said it was wrong.
“Baaaaaaaaaaaaaabe,” he called out for Kurt, aware of how whiny he sounded. He heard Kurt drop a pan in the sink before he appeared in the opening of his partition, still wearing marigolds and an apron.
Collapsing to bed in a tangle of limbs, chest heaving, both their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, Chris is still on a high from an outrageous orgasm shared with Darren. Surprised when Darren manages to roll off him, considering he can barely lift his head, he hears him start to quietly laugh.
"Oh, my God!" Darren softly exclaims between his laughter.
"I know," Chris agrees, starting to get his breathing under control.
There’s still a satisfying tingle under his skin. The pleasure from the orgasm he just experienced still lingers and swims through him, it feels as if it will never go away. Not that Chris minds in the least. If he has to go on feeling like this for the rest of his life, he would be one happy person.
"Do…Do you know who it was from?" Darren asks after he stops laughing.
"No. No idea at all." Chris shakes his head. He has no clue whatsoever. That’s the point of Secret Santa. Anybody could have given it to him. And, yeah, opening the gift in front of all his friends was embarrassing, but at the moment he could care about that now. Darren and he just put the gift to awesome use.
"I didn’t know you were that flexible," Darren says as he rolls onto his side to face him.
"Me either," Chris admits with a small chuckle. "I knew I was flexible, but not like that."
"We should try another position." Darren giddily reaches on the floor for the long forgotten book.
"Once I can properly move and function, we can do it." Chris feels as Darren sets the book on his stomach and starts to flip through it. "You really love my gift, don’t you?" He laughs as he lifts his hand and runs his fingers through Darren’s sweaty curls.
"We can have sex like that because of it. So, of course I’m gonna love it." Darren looks at him and gives him a cheeky smile. "We really need to find out who your Secret Santa was."
"If we ever do, I’m baking them the biggest chocolate cake." Chris wants to thank whoever thought it would be funny to give him that book for Christmas. It’s already proven very useful.
"Invite him out for a drink then after about 20 minutes, casually drop in to the conversation the fact that you’d like to marry him and have lots of sex and babies."
@chordover Today w @darrencriss and @Skylarastin Better than the one Darren posted
a bit over 600 words. This one was super challenging and I don’t know that I’ll be happy with it when I wake up tomorrow morning, but for now, I’m okay with it.
Great sex doesn’t happen all at once. It takes longer than weeks and months, longer than Blaine ever expected. It turns out that sex with Kurt is a lot more complicated than he thought it would be. It wasn’t until weeks after their first time, when they’d just barely edged pass stammering and blushing and rushed handjobs and hushed blowjobs under the cover of dark, that they’d manage to talk about it with a little more candor. And that was only the first talk.
santa saw you reading all that gay porn
so does he want recs, or…?
Summary: Kurt and Blaine try to take a picture with their son, wanting one of the three “men in the house.” Idea based off of this fanart by penanggalandoll
This can either be based off of my Doing Something Right (aka Daddies!Klaine) ‘verse, or it can be read as a standalone.
Note that Zoey is 15ish and Parker is 6. And Maddie, the middle child, is mentioned briefly, but she’d be around 10.
Also P.S. I’m on winter break now and am really feeling this ‘verse so hit me up with prompts.
“Come on, say cheese,” Zoey says, sighing as Blaine continues to poke Kurt in the side while Parker giggles in front of them.
“It’s not my fault!” Kurt shrieks, trying to shove Blaine’s arm away. “Your dumbass of a father –” Zoey raises her eyebrow at him, and Kurt huffs and shakes his head. “I mean, your idiot of a father won’t stop tickling me.”
Plot? What Plot? This is just fluff, inspired by this. Kurt/Blaine, Tina/Elliot, Santana/Dani, Christmas 2019 or so.
They have a system that works: Elliot cooks, and Tina does dishes. But they’re having over twenty people over for a Christmas party, which means they both have to pull double-time in order to get everything ready before the guests arrives.
Their entire kitchen smells like cranberries and deliciousness, though, and it’s making a very pregnant Tina feel so very hungry.
She tries to steal an bite of something when her husband smacks her lightly with a wooden spoon. “Stop it. There won’t be enough left for our friends.”
"Your son is hungry, though."
“My son can wait another hour until the party starts,” He wiggles the spoon at her, playfully menacing. But he can’t keep it up, and soon he’s smiling and grabbing a spoon full of something and holding it up to her mouth. “Try my spinach and artichoke dip?”
"Does it need salt?"
"It needs to be hidden, or else I’m going to eat the entire thing with a spoon.”
He laughs, and wraps his arms around her, kissing her nose playfully. “I’m glad you approve.”
She squeezes his ass. “I married you for your many talents, after all.”
Between them, the baby kicks kicks kicks, and their doorbell rings.
You and me together we’ll be
Forever you’ll see
We two can be good company
"I gotta practice now, Kurt," Blaine laughs, shooing Kurt away from where he’s trying to climb into Blaine’s lap.
"But you’re in the best spot,” Kurt says, sulking. He kneels on the ground with his tail twitching in that adorably annoyed way.
Kurt loves napping on the piano bench. The sun hits it just right in the late afternoon, and they go through the same little disagreement every time Blaine comes to practice his piano playing after school.
Blaine reaches out and strokes between his ears, scratching his fingers through Kurt’s soft hair. A little purr escapes Kurt before he can school his responses back into practiced irritation. ”You know if I don’t practice then Mom won’t let us go out on a walk.”
Kurt does like walking. He doesn’t get enough exercise around the house while Blaine is off at school. Prowling room to room is pointless, and he’d much rather while the hours away on the different projects they give him. His fingers are deft with a needle and thread and he can copy almost any outfit he sees without even needing a pattern. He likes the puzzle of it and the whole Anderson family likes the results, even if lately he mostly just wants to make things for Blaine.
"Fine," Kurt says, and lifts himself up to standing height. He runs his hands down his thighs to brush off invisible lint and then perches on the bench besides Blaine. "Then I’ll help you."
Blaine looks at him out of the corner of his eye. “Oh, you will, will you?”
"Mhm." Kurt’s ears are perky and alert as he watches Blaine’s fingers move over the keys. Blaine plays a song through once and then a second time when Kurt quietly orders, "Again."
By the third time Kurt puts his own fingers down and taps out the song along with Blaine. It’s one of the more simple ones Blaine does, nothing more than a warm up, but Blaine lets out a delighted laugh. “Kurt, you’re good!”
"Of course I am." Kurt rolls his eyes, but he smiles happily at the praise and rumbles another little purr when Blaine puts an arm around him and squeezes him into a halfway-hug. He rubs his temple against Blaine’s shoulder to leave his scent there, and sniffs the deliciousness of Blaine’s own human smell while he’s tucked in close. "Now will you move so I can get back into the sun?"