Kurt was relieved to find the men's room vacant of any other diners and he peeled out of his tailored grey jacket so he could hang it over the toilet paper dispenser. Even that down to the little details, he had done this so often that he didn't want to get his clothes dirty or dusty if he could help it. Not to mention those times where the purging just went wrong and he got vomit all over his hand and down his sleeve. No one said there was anything glamorous about it, even if Princess Di made it somewhat trendy for a period there.
He was quick and rushed as he rolled his shirt sleeve up to his elbow, nudging the stall door closed behind him. There was no kneeling on public bathroom floors. That was just disgusting nonsense. Toilet seat cover was torn from the dispenser overhead and he laid it over the seat neatly before planting one hand down on the rim to brace himself. This was the worst part, and he squeezed his eyes shut, sucking in a deep breath until he plucked up that burst of courage to delve the fingers of his other hand down it throat to trigger the gag reflex. It didn't take much, which is why, these days, he wasn't sure he would enjoy giving oral sex, and the next think he was coughing and retching loudly into the toilet as he purged himself of that greasy, slimy mess before it could linger enough to put any weight on.
Too rushed, though, and he could taste blood mixing in with the horrible sour taste. He must have scratched the back of his throat with his nails again and his hand was a mess. Knowing he was more than on the clock and Blaine was out there waiting for him to get back made him lose his footing with his usually calculated control and now there was the fact he didn't seem to be able to stop heaving. He tried to get it under control but his stomach kept contracting, causing his eyes to tear up and nose to run. Just focus, Kurt... focus, and deep breaths...
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He was quick and rushed as he rolled his shirt sleeve up to his elbow, nudging the stall door closed behind him. There was no kneeling on public bathroom floors. That was just disgusting nonsense. Toilet seat cover was torn from the dispenser overhead and he laid it over the seat neatly before planting one hand down on the rim to brace himself. This was the worst part, and he squeezed his eyes shut, sucking in a deep breath until he plucked up that burst of courage to delve the fingers of his other hand down it throat to trigger the gag reflex. It didn't take much, which is why, these days, he wasn't sure he would enjoy giving oral sex, and the next think he was coughing and retching loudly into the toilet as he purged himself of that greasy, slimy mess before it could linger enough to put any weight on.
Too rushed, though, and he could taste blood mixing in with the horrible sour taste. He must have scratched the back of his throat with his nails again and his hand was a mess. Knowing he was more than on the clock and Blaine was out there waiting for him to get back made him lose his footing with his usually calculated control and now there was the fact he didn't seem to be able to stop heaving. He tried to get it under control but his stomach kept contracting, causing his eyes to tear up and nose to run. Just focus, Kurt... focus, and deep breaths...