“So, would he be your type?”
Blaine cracks an eye open and glances at the stocky blond jogging by as they watch from a conspicuous spot beneath a willow tree. “Eh, he’s alright. Our body types are too similar though.” He lolls his head to the side and a smile blooms across his face. “But Kate, I think ours work together the best.”
He rolls over into her side, and throws a leg over her bare knees causing the hem of her sun dress to ride up a bit.
Blaine wishes she wouldn’t disregard his flirting with a wave of her hand and a roll of her blue eyes.
“Why do you want to know what kind of guys I’m into? I’m dating you.” Blaine tangles their fingers together as he props his head on his free hand.
“I don’t know…”
But Blaine knows that’s a lie, it’s so obvious to him that Kate is hedging at something.
“Are you trying to figure out your competition? That’s absolute nonsense Kate, you know I love you. You don’t have to compare yourself to anyone, you’re the one for me and that’s simply all there is to it.” He ends with a light brush of lips across Kate’s knuckles.
“Um, that’s sweet Blaine, but I know there isn’t any competition. You’re actually astoundingly lucky to have me.”
Blaine laughs but nevertheless, nods in agreement.
Kate is distracted by another boy walking by their tree, becoming visible through various slits in the low hanging leaves. He’s taller and slim with a mess of brown hair. Kate seems to perk up at the sight of him.
“What about him? He’s cute, yeah?” Her eyes are wide and searching Blaine for some sort of reaction.
He doesn’t understand. Why would his girlfriend possibly want to know if he thinks that guy is— oh. Oh.
“Kate.” He cannot believe it.
“What?” She asks, failing at sounding innocent and trying hard to avoid his eyes now that he’s caught on.
“Are you— Do you want to know what type of guy I like in order to picture me… with them?”
“What! No! I mean, I just had the thought once. It’s not like I picture you on dates with boys.”
“No, you picture me kissing boys. Don’t you?”
Kate’s face turns scarlet. Even her neck and chest are getting splotchy from the embarrassment of getting caught. Blaine dips his head down to lay dry kisses to the heated skin on her collarbone and shoulder.
“Just the once.” Her voice is so tiny, he almost misses it.
“Mmhm, are you sure it was just once?” Blaine whispers into her ear.
He sees her chewing on her full bottom lip before finally letting out a deep exhale. “Okay, fine, more than once.”
She sounds breathy and her body wiggles and arches up into his touch as he begins to worry at the tender flesh of her neck. Her hand comes up to squeeze at his shoulder and he can’t help how automatic it is to slip his knee between her thighs, scooting them apart as he rocks up in order to press snug against her, only his jeans and her panties separating him from her heat.
“Have you thought about me having sex with a guy? I told you I had before, have you thought of it?” He can feel himself getting hard and he has to stop himself from rocking too hard or too fast. He wants to know what she thinks about—all of it.
Kate whimpers and hooks her ankle around his calf. “Uh huh…”
“Did you get off on it?” Blaine knows his eyes are probably blown out with lust, and when he pulls back to look down into Kate’s face, he’s pretty sure he’s seeing the mirror image of that lust looking back at him.
Kate grabs at his hair to haul him into a fierce kiss. They both moan into it and Blaine has nearly, nearly, forgotten that they are outside, where people can hear and possibly see them.
He pulls back only an inch and lays his thumb against Kate’s lips. “Shhhhh.”
“I did.” Blaine must look a bit lost so Kate elaborates. “I did touch myself.”
Blaine can’t help but press more firmly against her, letting his hips roll just a few times in order for her to feel just how hot that is to him. He lets his forehead rest against hers.
“It’s— You really… really like thinking of that? Gay sex?” Blaine is fully aware of how wrecked and broken his voice sounds but he just has to know.
“Yes. I wanna know how you like to do it. Will you tell me?”
“The way I’d like a guy to fuck me?”
Kate whimpers, rolls her hips up into the hard line of Blaine’s cock trapped in his pants. He smirks, knows how worked up Kate gets when he swears.
“Please?” Her whisper hot against his lips.
Blaine tries to set a pace with his hips, rolling them slow but deliberate. He’s sweating now, and he wishes he could pause for a moment to shrug off his shirt cause the cotton is now sticking to his back, but Kate’s long legs are wrapped tight around him and her delicate, soft, body feels so damn good that he can’t pull away.
He wants to give her what she wants.
“I do like getting fucked, having someone inside of me… It feels just…” Blaine’s eyes flutter shut at the faint memories of it.
“Mind-blowing.” Kate says, not offering him a word but, upon opening his eyes and staring at her, he realizes she is remember that feeling too, something he was able to make her feel.
“Yeah,” He swallows hard. “Being filled and stretched like that, being able to take cock like that… Sometimes I wouldn’t want it to end. They would come and I would ask them to just stay inside a little bit longer for me.”
Kate moans, her hand coming down to squeeze at Blaine’s ass. He ruts faster against her hip, groaning when her free hand wiggles its way between them to let his zipper down, releasing the uncomfortable pressure.
She hikes up her skirt and now with his cock snug against her panties, he can tell that they are too warm and very very wet.
“I bet he just worshipped your ass.” Kate whispers before licking a seductive line across his lips and giving his ass another firm squeeze. “Blaine, how much do you like all that hard muscle around you? Pushing you down on the bed and fucking into you?”
Blaine nearly blacks out before he can get the words “So much.” out of his mouth. He’s coming hard in his briefs and against her cotton clothed pussy and all he can do is grip the grass and bunched up blanket below him.
He comes to a few minutes later, with Kate slipping out from underneath him and reaching down to do up his pants for him.
“Did you,” He sounds so dazed. “Did you just talk dirty to me?” He looks up at her and knows he must have the goofiest grin on his face.
“You started it.” She says playfully.
“I beg to differ.” He reaches up to pull her down into his arms. She goes, willingly.
There are a few moments of silence and then a tanned bicyclist, in his mid twenties rides by and he catches both their attentions.
“Him.” Blaine says without a second thought.
Kate just laughs.