Blaine breaks the kiss at the sound and he looks at Artie, a smile slowly spreading over his lips. “Kurt,” he says in a low voice. “Why don’t you go and kiss Artie some more?”
Kurt presses a quick kiss to Blaine’s lips before moving over to Artie, whose breathing immediately quickens. Kurt straddles his thighs and then dips down to kiss Artie, sucking his bottom lip in his mouth before he can even brace himself with his hands on his hips.
Artie grips Kurt’s waist and squeezes it, kissing back as hard as Kurt gives until a small noise escapes Kurt’s throat and he buries his hands in Artie’s hair when Blaine scoots closer and presses his lips behind Kurt’s ear. It makes his hips jerk forward and Artie breaks the kiss with a surprised moan when he feels Kurt’s half-hard cock against his stomach. This is all too real, his late night fantasies coming to life and it’s leaving him breathless. Kurt is an incredible kisser and he seeks Kurt’s lips again by tilting his head forward.
Kurt presses his forehead against Artie’s, his panting breath burning against his skin. In one movement, Kurt twists his upper body around and yanks Blaine by the collar of his shirt, crashing their lips together. Blaine’s hands move to Kurt’s hips, bumping into Artie’s and making him let out a nervous laugh. He lets them drop to give Blaine room, instead placing them on Kurt’s thighs. He tentatively strokes them and Kurt hums into Blaine’s mouth, cupping Artie’s cheek and breaking his kiss with Blaine to pull Artie into a heated one.
The quiet wet sounds their lips make as they meet is dizzying to Artie, his mind racing as he tries to shut it down and enjoy the moment despite the unfamiliarity of the hard line of Kurt’s cock brushing his hip every time he shifts. Artie opens his eyes when Kurt’s lips leave his and all he sees is white skin, his pajama shirt unbuttoned and constantly pushed lower off him as Blaine moves it aside to pepper kisses over the back of Kurt’s neck and his shoulder.
The rest of his clothes, as well as Artie’s and Blaine’s, are gone in the midst of kisses and strokes, Artie growing more and more confident as Kurt responds to his touches with shivers and breathy sounds. The feeling of being the third wheel is still present and is unlikely to go away, but Kurt obviously tries his best to shift his attention between Blaine and Artie.
“Sit there,” Kurt rasps out, tugging on Blaine’s arm until he sits next to Artie. He licks his lips and moves his eyes between the two of them, eyeing their cocks hungrily.
Artie knows what is coming, but it doesn’t mean he’s not taken by surprise when Kurt bends forward and sinks his mouth over his dick, his head bopping with the rhythm he starts. Throwing his head back, Artie lets out a breathless moan and grips the sheets tightly so he doesn’t pull on Kurt’s hair. He watches in amazement as Blaine threads his fingers through Kurt’s hair and pushes his head down, the three boys moaning at the same time when Artie’s cock slides down Kurt’s throat. Pulling Kurt up by his hair until Artie’s cock slips out of his mouth, drawing out a dry cough, Blaine leans in to capture his lips in a kiss while whispering what sounds like ‘I love you so much’.
Kurt smiles and moves down Blaine’s body, trailing kisses over his skin until he can wrap his hand around the base of Blaine’s cock and lick a line up the underside and over the head, tonguing the slit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking shallowly. Blaine’s eyes flutter closed and he melts against the pillows, sinking lower and holding the back of Kurt’s head loosely.
Artie begins jerking off as he watches them, the small noises escaping his mouth matching Blaine’s. After a few more minutes of this, Kurt pulls off and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before moving over to Artie, taking him in his mouth swiftly. It sends sparks of electricity through Artie’s body and he grips Kurt’s hair, making him moan around him and this has Artie rolling back his eyes and inhaling sharply. He gets the vague feeling that if his toes could move, they would curl from how incredible Kurt’s mouth feels around him.
And then Blaine is saying they don’t have lube and Kurt is moving off Artie to shake his head and instruct Blaine to look through his suitcase, taking Artie back in his mouth as soon as he’s done.
“W—what for?” Artie chokes out, blinking in an attempt to straighten his thoughts.
Kurt looks up at him with a glare, slowly peeling off his mouth and wiping his chin. “Seriously?”
“No—I mean. I figured that out, but I don’t—”
“It’s not for you,” Blaine replies, climbing back on the bed and throwing aside the lube and a condom. He wraps his arms around Kurt’s torso and pulls him against his chest, kissing the base of his jaw after nuzzling it with his nose. “I want to finger Kurt,” he finishes in a whisper, his hand moving down Kurt’s belly and then curling around his cock, stroking it slowly. “Bend over.”
Kurt does as instructed, leaning his weight on his elbows and dropping a kiss to Artie’s cock before nuzzling it when it twitches. His ass is up in the air and Artie can’t look away even as Kurt takes him in his mouth once more. He watches as Blaine pops open the lube and drips some down the cleft of Kurt’s ass, making him shudder and sigh through his nose. Blaine rubs his fingers up and down between the cheeks a few times, only stopping when Kurt moans and reaches behind him to scratch at Blaine’s knee.
With a chuckle, Blaine pours lube in his hand and throws the tube aside before coating the fingers of his right hand and wiping his left on the bedspread. He then nudges Kurt’s legs apart with his knee and settles between them.
Kurt pulls off with a gasp when Blaine slips a finger inside him, his head falling against Artie’s hip. He absentmindedly wraps his hand around Artie’s cock and strokes it while Blaine fingers him, groans tumbling from his lips every other second and then turning into a high-pitched whine when Blaine adds a second finger.
By the time Blaine has three fingers inside him, Kurt is pushing back against Blaine’s fingers, his eyes screwed shut and his lips parted on a permanent moan, and Artie is so hard he thinks his dick might actually fall off. Pawing at the bed blindly, Kurt takes hold of the condom and hands it to Artie.
“Put that on,” he says in a low voice followed by a hiss, straightening up and sitting on his knees when Blaine withdraws his fingers. Craning his neck, he kisses Blaine sloppily and off-centered.
“You don’t mind?”
Blaine shakes his head and kisses him again, pushing the lube towards Artie. “Use more,” he tells him in between kisses.
Kurt turns around and wedges his thigh between Blaine’s, his arms coiling around Blaine’s neck and holding him close. Blaine drags his hands down Kurt’s sides and over his ass, pressing their hips together and holding him there. They rock together and kiss, the tip of Blaine’s fingers pushing in and out of Kurt until Artie clears his throat. Coating his cock has left him breathless and he can’t stop thrusting into the tight circle of his fist, the slide from the lube enhancing the sensations until it’s almost too much.
“Kurt?” he says.
With one last kiss to Blaine, Kurt crawls up Artie’s body, stopping with his face a few inches from his. “Hi,” he says with a smile that looks almost shy.
“Hi,” Artie breathes out, pushing up his glasses with his knuckle. “I’m going to fuck you,” he blurts out.
“I think that’s the plan, yeah,” Kurt replies and dips down to kiss Artie, all the while reaching behind him to hold Artie’s cock. “Ready?”
Kurt presses the tip against his entrance and as soon as Artie nods, he lowers his hips and gasps sharply before closing his eyes as he sinks lower, stopping with a shudder when he bottoms out. Just when Artie has a fleeting thought to how he wishes he could thrust up, Kurt lifts himself up and then sinks back down, drawing broken moans from the two of them.
From this point on it becomes frantic, the sound of Kurt’s moans and their skins slapping together the only things Artie’s overwhelmed mind can take in, the tight heat around him the only thing he can feel. Blaine drapes himself over Kurt’s back, one arm across his shoulders and one hand around his cock, jerking him off in time with the ever increasing pace of Kurt’s thrusts. Kurt lets his head fall against Blaine’s shoulder, his hands gripping Artie’s tightly and using them to balance himself as he lifts and drops his hips in a rhythm that’s becoming more and more erratic.
Artie’s coming before he knows it, gasping out a curse and Kurt’s name, the two mingling together as his body thrums with waves of pleasure. His lets go of Kurt’s hands and digs his nails in his thighs when Kurt leans forward to capture his lips in a kiss. He grinds his hips while Artie barely kisses him back, his jaw slack and his mind shattered in thousands of pieces by his orgasm.
When Artie finally comes down, Kurt plants a kiss to his nose before getting off him with a quiet hiss. Blaine pushes him down against the mattress and lifts Kurt’s legs before thrusting into him, immediately picking up a rapid rhythm that has Kurt whining brokenly and digging his fingers in Blaine’s arms. Artie watches them as he gets rid of the soiled condom, the brief touch of his fingers on his cock making it twitch painfully with interest.
“Oh god, Blaine, I’m—” Kurt chokes out before coming, his body tensing and arching off the bed.
He pulls Blaine down into a kiss while his other hand snakes between their bodies to fist his cock roughly, his knuckles bumping against Blaine’s stomach with every other stroke.
It’s what does it for Blaine and he grips Kurt tightly, pulling him flush against his body as his hips snap jerkily forward, his groans and moans muffled by Kurt’s mouth still attacking his with dirty kisses, tongues and teeth meeting roughly. A few more seconds and then he’s collapsing on his side, rolling off Kurt and onto his back.
The sight of Kurt’s abdomen covered in come is enough to send renewed sparks through Artie’s body. He has to shut his eyes tightly and look away when Kurt absentmindedly runs his fingers through it, his own eyes shut and his lips stretched in a sated smile. Sweat is cooling all over Artie’s body and he feels gross and clammy, but he has a thought to how Kurt must feel even worse, what with Blaine coming inside him without a condom and—no, his mind is not going there, now is not the time to pop another boner.
Kurt is the first to break the silence with a laugh that he buries into Blaine’s shoulder. “Oh my god, what did we just do?”
Blaine gathers Kurt into his arms and he shifts to curl up into his side, his head resting on Blaine’s chest and a content sigh leaving his lips.
“I’m not sure,” Blaine mumbles, looking at Artie over Kurt’s head.
“It was weird,” Artie says. “I mean, it was good, but—yeah. It was weird.”
They laugh before falling into a heavy silence, the sound of their breathing unnerving to Artie. He expects either one of them to freak out and transform this into something that will leave a bitter taste to his mouth, but it doesn’t come. They should talk about this, but they’re too young. They don’t have the right experiences to compare and contrast this with. Artie can’t even put words on what he’s feeling right now.
“It didn’t help my crush,” he eventually says.
“I didn’t expect it to,” Kurt replies sleepily. “It’ll go away on its own, Artie. You’ll get to know me and realize I’m not what you expected. Trust me. I know a thing or two about inappropriate crushes.”
“Speaking of Finn,” Blaine says and Artie laughs when he hears Kurt huffing, “we should move so he doesn’t walk in on this.”
It takes them a few minutes to actually start moving, Blaine immediately setting out to find their clothes while Kurt sits up with a wince. They get dressed in silence - Kurt helping Artie while blushing which makes no sense because not long ago he was riding him - and then Kurt walks Blaine to the door, the sound of their quiet conversation and goodnight kisses reaching Artie through his sleepy haze.
Kurt disappears in the bathroom for a few minutes, turning off the lights of the room at Artie’s request. The sound of running water fills Artie’s ears and he tries to guess what Kurt is doing by listening intently, the quiet sounds lulling him to sleep.
He has many things to figure out, most of which related to how he had his dick inside the guy on whom he has a crush, but it can wait for the morning. For the moment, he will let the exhaustion pull him down into a sleep that promises to be filled with very interesting dreams and hope he doesn’t say anything in his sleep. Kurt would murder him.