“well, professor, i was trying to write about Barn Burning when suddenly: cocks.”
klaine dirty dancing and semi-public blowjob.
title taken from Enrique Iglesias’ “Tonight (I’m Lovin’ You)”
They’re pressed up tight and close and hot and sweating vodka and rum in the middle of a crush of their friends and not-their-friends-but-not-their-enemies with the hips locked and muscles trembling from holding back. Kurt’s arm locked around Blaine’s waist, thumb dipping into the waist of his jeans, stroking over the —fuck— over the bare skin because there was nothing under the pants apparently. Blaine’s head thrown back against Kurt’s neck, mouthing sloppy and lose against his jaw. Kurt’s other hand riding low and ever-center on one of Blaine’s thighs, fingers teasing denim seams and seams of Blaine’s composure. Blaine’s arm slung back and around, hand fitting into Kurt’s damp hair.