Online and Anonymous - Part 13

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Title: Online and Anonymous

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/David Karofsky
Rating: PG18
Word count: ~2,300/85,000 words
Warnings: None. 
Summary: By day Dave is a quiet attentive school student, but by night he's a smut-writing fanfic-writer who ships Johnlock. Kurt's never heard of fanfiction before Blaine tells him about it but he's about to be exposed to a whole new world.

Author’s note: *snort* Someone took StarFruitLover on tumblr. That amuses me far too much. Here’s the chapter I know many of you have been waiting for – my first ever attempt at cyber-smut. Hopefully it passes muster. Thanks to SaveKenny, Fancy-Pirate-Loves-Yogi-Bear, Cornflakesareglutenfree and Meghan84 for helping me hash out some of the finer details of this chapter (all technical ones because I am a technophobe).

Dave writing

Kurt writing

PART 1   PART 2   PART 3  PART 4   PART 5   PART 6   PART 7   PART 8    PART 9   PART 10   PART 11
PART 12 

He’s not exactly sure what is going to happen tonight, but he’s pretty sure it’ll end with him getting off. It’s been happening sometimes, even just with non-sexual conversations, he’ll become aroused and end up jerking off only minutes after saying goodnight to HookedonHope. Like last night. Their initial conversation had been flirtatious, and he’d responded physically. But later, when he’d kind of been embarrassed by the whole starfruit debacle and just thinking about the possibility of meeting up… He really wants to meet him, and if they’re both going to be in New York he sees no reason why not to, except HookedonHope hadn’t exactly shown any enthusiasm for the idea.

But he’s determined, and he knows given a few months more of conversation, badgering, and, if necessary, full on bossiness he will wear him down. Like water wearing down marble, it might take a while, but consistent gentle pressure will breakdown anything. He has twenty minutes until nine, and he’s said goodnight to everyone for the night, the color on his cheeks resembling a tomato when his dad had quirked an eyebrow at his unusually early bedtime. He really shouldn’t have said he was going to bed to read, because apparently his dad now thinks that’s a euphemism for something else entirely, and well, it is, but his dad really doesn’t need to know. It’s kind of a mood killer.

He’s been half-hard since lunch, and in his skinny jeans that is no mean feat. He’d changed as soon as he got home, and now he changes again into his even looser pajama pants, palming his cock through the thin fabric. He tries typing with one hand and he’s barely coherent. He hopes HookedonHope has more practice, except thinking about it, he kind of doesn’t. He knows the guy is a virgin, but does cybersex count? Oh god, he can’t seriously be considering doing this. He couldn’t stop giggling the one time he tried to have phone sex with Blaine, and he knew Blaine, but this is… different. And that must be what is allowing him to overcome his normal hesitations, and maybe HookedonHope is right to be a little worried about meeting face-to-face, because he’d be torn between embarrassment and… lust. Maybe it is better that they never meet.

He feels almost hysterical, thinking about what he might be about to do, and he kind of wants to get on with it because then he’ll be too distracted to notice or care, but sitting here, hand on his cock, watching the time in the bottom left corner of his computer… However there’s nothing there at nine, or at five past, and he suddenly remembers he needs to refresh. Tumblr isn’t his e-mail account. He’s an idiot, but he can blame this entirely on nerves, because he wouldn’t normally forget something that mundane. Sure enough there is a message from HookedonHope with a web address and password, and okay then, he’s really doing this. He copies and pastes, enters in his username and enters the chatroom.

HookedonHope has entered the chatroom

FruitLover has entered the chatroom

Hey. Easy enough to figure out?

Yes. I kind of thought it would be more difficult.

Anymore surprise outings in your week?

LOL. No. None today thank fuck. How about you?

I’ve never had any, as you well know. Everyone just assumed I was already out and never even bothered with the question in the first place.

I meant how was your day?

Oh. Sorry. Of course you did. I’m a bit nervous.

This enter key is a bit trigger happy. I wouldn’t normally admit to that.

You’re nervous? We can just chat. I mean, we don’t have to do or say anything and you can always just turn off your computer if you get too uncomfortable. We could just sit here in silence. It’d be as interesting as watching paint dry, but we’d be doing it together… LOL

Haha. No, I’m fine, I just don’t know how this is meant to work. I… You know your words turn me on. You’ve always known that. I just don’t think I have that same level of skill in order to reciprocate and well, I’d really

FL?

Oh god. I was deleting and I accidentally pressed enter. You weren’t meant to see that.

LOL. It’s nothing I don’t already know, although I’m curious about how it’s meant to end…

You going to share it with me?

Um.

Do I have to?

No. But I’d still like to know. But I’d like a lot of things.

Kurt stares at the screen, and his cock feels hot and aching, and he’s so turned on already he doesn’t even know if it’s worth trying out cybersex, because he’s pretty sure he’s likely to explode when HookedonHope sends through the first few words. But he really wants to know what he imagines, what he wants to do… he knows in the general broad sense, but this is far more specific, and his cock knows it. He still can’t believe he’s doing this, gathers the lube and tissues, spreads a towel over his chair and he’ll have to admit to not being able to type and… this has all the ingredients of being a truly mortifying experiment. But it could also just as likely turn out to be an amazingly rewarding experience, and well, he needs to be more open to those sorts of things.

Sorry.

I want you to be turned on as well. To get off. I want this, whatever this is, to be reciprocal, but I just don’t know what I can actually contribute. If anything.

You really don’t have to worry about that. Seriously. Just the idea of you, jerking off, while I tell you what I’d like to do… it’ll be enough. If you can manage a sentence here and there, that would be… the icing on the cake.

Oh. Okay. If you’re sure. I’m kind of more than ready.

You’re hard?

Yeah.

Fuck. Okay. Just let me take off my jeans.

His breath catches, he feels a little light headed and he takes in a deep breath. HookedonHope is sitting somewhere, naked, and he’s about to have cybersex with him and he doesn’t even know the guy’s name. He knows he’s probably doing the same preparations as him, lube and tissues, and he swallows, his entire body prickling with anticipation.

I’d kiss you, slowly and softly to start with, and I’d hold your body close, because I want to feel it against mine, solid and warm. I’d slip a hand between our bodies, run my fingers up the length of your cock, feel how warm it is, how heavy… I imagine it’s the length of my palm, nicely average, and I can feel the heat through the denim.

I’m wearing pajama pants.

He feels like an idiot the second he’s pressed enter, because he’s pretty sure that isn’t the type of sentence HookedonHope was looking for.

Just pajama pants?

Yes.

I can work with that…

Your cock is tenting the front of your pants, and I can feel -exactly- how thick you are, and I want a closer look. A taste. I trail kisses down your neck, over your chest, swirl my tongue over each of your nipples until I’m on my knees in front of you. I know it will be warm, and I know all guys will have their own special smell, and I’ll inhale through my nose, learning what you smell like. I’ll exhale through my mouth, pressing it to your cock so you feel the warmth of my breath on your most sensitive skin.

Kurt shimmies his pajama pants down, hand curling around his cock, other one reaching for the lube and he uses it sparingly, still wants a fair amount of friction. He’s never imagined someone kneeling in front of him before, Blaine always giving him blowjobs while they were both in bed, but the visual image his mind is creating, along with the firm glide of his hand on his cock is more than arousing. His balls ache, feeling like he’s not gotten off for weeks, rather than just this morning. He reaches for the keyboard, hopes what he needs to type is legible.

Close

No. Not yet. I haven’t even gotten started. I pull your pants down and wrap one of my hands around the base of your cock, you can’t come yet. I haven’t even got to the good part yet. I just hold you there, firm, until you calm down a bit, and then, when I know you’re not about to come straight away I lick up your cock, releasing my hand from the firm grip and instead circling with my fist and pumping you.

He lets his head fall back for a second, his hand like a vice around the base, and he can’t look at what is written. He wants to last, wants to not screw this up, because he’s enjoying it a lot. More than he ever imagined possible and if it’s as good as he knows it going to be he’s going to want to repeat this as often as HookedonHope will let him.

I lick at the head, I don’t know if you leak lots of precome, or just a droplet, or none, but I hope there’s something, because I want to know what you taste like, want to feel it leak on my tongue as I take you into my mouth and suck. Gently at first, I don’t want to overstimulate you, but I imagine that you’re moaning, starting to thrust toward me.

Yes.

Fuck. I’ve got my own cock out, am working it in my hand, my other hand still on your cock, and I try and match the rhythm, want us to feel the same pull and slide. You feel hot and firm in my mouth, but the skin is satin soft and the roughness of my tongue scrapes over it, and I hope it feels good for you.

He moans, wonders why he never paid attention to the feel of a tongue before, because he’s right, it would be like warm gentle sandpaper, and he’s pretty sure he’s learning an entirely new appreciation for blowjobs, giving and receiving, because he wants to give back tenfold. His hand is flying and he knows it’s going to be over all too fast, but he wants to come, wants to be able to type back properly, let him experience what he’s currently experiencing.

Close. Coming.

Next time I’m going to use a cock ring on you, make you really beg to come, but for right now I suck as much of you into my mouth as I can, hold you in the heat of my mouth while you come, and I want to know if you scream when you come, or grunt, just… I want to know everything.

He gasps when he comes, hand shoved into his mouth to muffle the sound and it feels like his orgasm lasts forever. Rolling through his body over and over, making it shudder and wow, it’s like instant lethargy and feeling slightly drunk at the same time. He just wants to lie down and bask in the feeling… except he can’t. He has a job to do. Kind of. He really hopes he doesn’t suck.

I fall to my knees when I come, and I kiss you, because I’m kind of curious about how I taste in your mouth, what the difference might be.

I wrap a hand around your cock, my fingers are long and you feel hot and hard, and I don’t know how you like it, so you wrap your hand over mine, guiding me.

 It’s tight and firm and our bodies are thrusting against each other, grinding.

Is this okay?

Fuck yes. Don’t’ stop.

He grins, feels ridiculously pleased, and powerful.

Next time, I’m going to give you a blowjob, suck you until you come, or we can try giving each other blowjobs at the same time. Next time though. I want to try everything, learn whether you leak precome, what you taste like, what you smell like, what turns you on the most.

Oh fuck.fuckjki.

Good?

YES. That was… fantastic. Wonderful. Best orgasm ever.

Really? Mine too.

Good. Fucking hell…

So, how did you even do that?

What? Come?

No! Type! While um, you know…

What, you’re getting shy -now-? I can type one handed, with either hand, just as well. I’m ambidextrous so I can switch over when I get tired.

Well, aren’t you multitalented?

I try. *wink*

Mmm. Tired now.

Oh, you’re one of those huh? Fall asleep right after sex?

When it’s the best  sex of my life, yes, apparently. You should be patting yourself on the back, obviously a job well done.

LOL. Already done. Go to bed. I’ll catch you tomorrow. Sleep tight.

You too.

FruitLover has left the chatroom

HookedonHope has left the chatroom

PART 14