"Blaine," He says, holding Blaine's hand over a table at Breadstix. Blaine's face is so soft and beautiful, spurring him on, "I want to tie you up."
"What?" Blaine whispers, pulling his hand away and making that sweet little confused face that made Kurt ache to kiss him senseless.
"I want to tie you up," Kurt says again. Blaine has to know what Kurt means. Their relationship had been building beautifully for over a year, finally turning sexual when Kurt lovingly took Blaine's virginity – and vice versa – the night of senior prom. It was the most beautiful night of Kurt's life.
That was months ago. The summer heat is turning everything hot and lazy and Kurt wants to try something new. He's a stickler for good accessorizing, and the idea of Blaine, small and helpless with cuffs around his wrists and ankles, makes Kurt's knees go weak.
"I don't think we should be talking about this here," Blaine says.
"Of course. I'm sorry."
Kurt waits to bring it up until they're safely in his car on the way back to Blaine's house. "I just think you'd look so hot, Blaine. Lying there, helpless, not able to stop anything I decide to do to you. I wouldn't do anything bad, you know, just standard topping," Kurt blushes at this and Blaine gives him a small smile, "But knowing that I could would be so sexy…."
They finally park in front of Blaine's house and Kurt turns, silently demanding an answer. "Okay," Blaine says quietly, "I'll do it."
"Yeah?" Kurt leans over to kiss him. Blaine isn't kissing in the easy way he usually does, pulling away before the kiss even goes anywhere.
"Yeah… When do you want to?"
"Thursday." Ordinarily it would kill Kurt to wait that long for sex, but for once, the boys Dads have the same days off of work and neither house is free. Blaine's dad wants to bond with him all day Wednesday anyway – 'Soon you'll be in New York, baby boy, and then I'll never get to see you. Can't Kurt do without you for one day?' – so Kurt steels himself for the long, sexless Wednesday that lays ahead.
Thursday is worth it.
He makes out with Blaine for over an hour, relishing in the fact that soon Blaine won't able to wrap his fingers around Kurt's neck like he is, soon Blaine won't be able to control the speed and depth of their kissing. Soon Kurt brings out the cuffs – stylish things, olive green with black felt in the center – and tells Blaine to lie down in the center of the bed. He swats Blaine's cute little backside when the boy doesn't move fast enough, and kisses him some more when he obeys. Blaine is trembling, and his breath smells odd, something unpleasant hiding beneath what seems like a bottle of mouthwash. Blaine doesn't resist when Kurt snaps the hand cuffs into place.
"Oh, baby, you are so hot like this," Kurt whispers. Blaine stares up at him, wrists pulling gently against the restraints.
It's wonderful, as hot as Kurt dreamed it would be. He has his arms wrapped around Blaine the whole time, trying to make him feel safe despite the fact that he can't resist. Blaine can't stop moving, the muscles in his stomach and hips constantly shifting. He never stops pulling on the restraints. Kurt can feel everything, inside Blaine and wrapped around him. He's surprised at how intimate it is.
Kurt kisses Blaine's neck as he finishes, "You feel so good, baby." Blaine whines and pulls against the cuffs again. "Here, let me make you feel good."
They finish, and Kurt pulls the Velcro straps around the cuffs to release him. Blaine's wrists are turning red despite the soft fabric lining, and Kurt kisses them, worshipping the little marks that show how much he means to Blaine. How much control Blaine is willing to give up to Kurt. Once Blaine is free, Kurt rolls onto his back and pulls the boy into him, into their usual post coital position. Blaine's head is resting on Kurt's chest, Kurt kissing and nuzzling his curls. The rest of Blaine's body curls against and around and over Kurt's; even though his head is under Kurt's chin, their feet wind up together. Kurt loves their post coital cuddling, and snuggles into his soft bed, eager to get to sleep.
Blaine is sucking against one of his knuckles, an old habit from infancy that tends to resurface after sex. He says something, soft and mumbled around the knuckle, that brings Kurt right back into consciousness.
"I'm glad you made me do this."
It's the wording that shakes Kurt awake. Not 'I'm glad we did this' or even 'I'm glad you had me do this'. "Made?" Kurt says, shifting a little to get Blaine to look up at him.
"Yeah. I never would have done this on my own," Blaine says. He tries to make it sound offhand, but Kurt is brought back to the way he trembled as Kurt slid the cuffs on. He thought it was just nervousness and arousal, but…
Kurt remembered the strange smell on Blaine's breath, and recoiled, praying that it wasn't what he thought it was. "Blaine, did you throw up?"
"… Hand cuffs scare me," Blaine says. Kurt's arms tighten around Blaine's body, pulling the boy closer as his mind struggled over the awful implications of what Blaine is saying.
"You didn't want to do this, did you?"
Blaine takes just a second too long to answer. Kurt presses a hand against his mouth and pulls away.
"Please don't be mad at me, Kurt. I'm just scared, that's all. Courage, remember?"
"Courage is something you use when you have to face a bully who wants to beat the crap out of you for being gay, Blaine," Kurt says. "It's not something you should have to pull out to have sex with the person you love!"
"Please don't be mad," Blaine says.
He looks so small and scared. Kurt slides back over, gathering Blaine up in his arms. "Why didn't you tell me that it scared you, Blaine? Why didn't you tell me no?"
"I didn't think that I could," Blaine says.
Kurt feels like he's been punched in the stomach. "Why wouldn't you think that you could say no to me?"
"Because no one else listened…"