Author's Notes: Hey there! I had initially planned for Kurt and Blaine's story to end after emBarK, but, really, their story was just beginning. Then I came up with this idea that I couldn't get out of my head, and I had to write it. So, here it is, the third and final installment of this 'verse. The two have been through a lot, so this story is a lot lighter in content and more to celebrate them and how far they have come. I suppose, in a sense, this is their happy ending. :) Reviews are greatly appreciated, motivate me, and give me a reason to keep writing and trying my best - so let me know what you think! Thank you, and I hope you enjoy the story!
Seventy-six degrees and sunny. A cool, gentle breeze rolled in off of the rise and swell of the cerulean expanse surrounding the small Greek isle. Perfect. Blaine blinked and let out a yawn, finally glancing up from his book. Squinting, he lifted his right wrist and checked his watch, his eyebrows raising when it registered. He slid the bookmark in between its pages and set the paperback novel aside, realizing that he had lost track of time while absorbed in the story.
"Hey, Kurt." Blaine reached over, grabbing his bare shoulder to gently shake him awake. "Babe, you should reapply your sunscreen before you get burnt."
A half-conscious Kurt grumbled something barely audible but then rolled over onto his back before propping himself up on his elbows and slowly pushing himself into a sitting position in his beach chair.
He lifted his sunglasses, and his eyes ran the length of his arms and stomach. "You're probably right. I can already see a light tinge." Kurt leaned over and reached for the tube that was poking out from one of their beach totes, but Blaine stopped him by grabbing it first and holding up a hand.
"Just relax. Lie back. I'll take care of it for you." Blaine grinned and cocked his head slightly to the side, pulling the tube of lotion closer to his body and out of Kurt's reach. Kurt withdrew his hand.
"If you insist, my dear." Kurt rolled his eyes, laid back down, and rolled over, acquiescing to his husband's offer and constant desire to take care of him. Blaine rose from his chair, climbed onto the adjacent chair, and was soon straddling Kurt. When the cool lotion hit Kurt's heated skin, he sighed, and Blaine laughed quietly as he began to massage it in.
"It's just not fair," Kurt said, his voice muffled by the chair beneath his face. "You sit in the sun, and you tan, but if I forget sunscreen, I become easily mistaken for someone's crustacean seafood dinner." He grimaced at the thought of being fried crispy.
Blaine laughed. "I'm the only one allowed to eat you."
"That sounds only slightly cannibalistic," Kurt said.
"Well maybe I like how you taste." Blaine leaned down and planted a kiss on Kurt's shoulder, and Kurt shivered but felt the warmth blossom beneath his skin where lips had made contact.
"And you make sure you butter me up every chance you get. Suddenly it all makes sense," Kurt teased.
The breeze kicked up again in its cycle, ruffling Kurt's hair and whipping through Blaine's curls.
They had both decided to forgo product while on their honeymoon: no one would really see them, it was freeing to not worry themselves with routine things, and they would only mess up each others' hair as soon as they weren't in a public space anyway. Hair wasn't the only routine they decided shouldn't be part of their post-wedding revels. Phones were strictly off-limits unless it was an absolute emergency, and everyone back at the boutique and the office knew the stipulations and consequences for breaking the agreement.
Without the stress of work, the week had proven to be a very eventful one indeed. It was the off-season, so not many people were around the island, and, quite often, Kurt and Blaine would get the beach to themselves. If he could see them, Dionysus, the god of wine and - festivities - would be proud of their shameless, often drunken shenanigans. Between the beach and the hideaway house they had rented that was tucked up in the hills, the two had never gotten off so much in such a short span of time, and they felt like giddy teenagers again, sneaking around but not really having anyone to answer to.
Kurt-married-by-thirty-Hummel was proud to be able to say that he had done it, he had tied the knot - and with over half a year to spare. The wedding had been scheduled for the week following Fashion Week so that they could get away and leave it all behind for a while. It wasn't even having the ring on his finger that was important to him, it was the man currently on top of him who had stuck by him through thick and thin already. And they always came out on top.
Kurt was so in love, he never thought that he would ever have this, a husband that was a regular prince charming and understood him in ways no one else could.
And Blaine was so in love that he couldn't keep his eyes or hands off of his husband, a man who knew him so well and was always there to keep him on track.
"Turn over," Blaine said, shifting his leg to allow mobility.
Kurt rolled over to face Blaine who then resumed straddling him. Hands with lotion were almost immediately on his stomach and sides, and Kurt, being ticklish, couldn't hold in a giggle. Then those hands made their way upward to his chest, their owner smirking knowingly.
"Oh god, Blaine, that isn't fair," Kurt moaned, biting down on and sucking in his bottom lip. Kurt's shorts began to tighten as Blaine ran a thumb over his nipple, and he knew Blaine was proud of himself with that stupid grin plastered on his face.
"We could go back to the house," Blaine said, a glimmer in his eyes.
"You give me no choice. Otherwise, this could get very embarrassing, and I can't be held liable for what I might do to you," Kurt said.
"Getting caught is half the fun. There's no one around, but there are more opportunities to entertain ourselves in an actual bedroom," Blaine said.
"Fuck, Blaine." Kurt placed his palms flat on Blaine's chest and pushed him up so he could sit up in the chair. He threw his arms around the back of Blaine's neck and drew him in for a surprisingly chaste kiss. "Come on. Before this starts to become uncomfortable."
Needing no other prompting, Blaine scrambled out of Kurt's lap, and they quickly gathered up their things, tossing them haphazardly into their beach bags. They folded up their chairs with ease that only came with practice of quick and urgent getaways, and hurried off, laughing as they went, away from the beach, up the hill, and back to the secluded house.
It was like something out of a movie, the aged, white stone building on the hill that overlooked the sparkling blue Aegean Sea. They had all the wine they could drink and a private balcony they spent the evenings on wrapped up in each other after calm days of nothing and long, languid rounds of sex.
"It's like Mamma Mia," Kurt had said when they first arrived after dropping his suitcases to the floor by the bed. "It's gorgeous here." He threw his hands up in the air and twirled around the room. Blaine watched on with a fondness that was only growing with each passing day.
"How can I resist you?" Blaine half-sang before pouncing on Kurt, knocking him into the soft mattress, officially beginning their much deserved week of merry-making.
And now they were back in the room, both already half-hard, eager hands tugging at drawstrings and pulling down on swimsuit waistbands. Blaine dropped to his knees, and Kurt sucked in a sharp breath as Blaine slid his shorts down, allowing Kurt to step out of them.
Then with firm hands, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips and eased him back onto the edge of the bed. He licked his lips and looked up with wide, hungry eyes, meeting Kurt's. Kurt's cheeks were flushed, his breath was coming out in rapid puffs, and his pupils were blown wide as he gazed down at Blaine between his knees.
"I told you," Blaine said. "I love how you taste." He wrapped his lips around the tip of Kurt's cock and slowly slid his tongue out to tease at the sensitive underside. Kurt let out a low, guttural moan, and Blaine took Kurt all the way into his mouth. Kurt's fingers tangled in Blaine's hair as Blaine ran his hands up and down Kurt's thighs, his thumbs grazing his balls.
He pulled off, and Kurt looked down.
"Why did you - ? Oh." Kurt bit back a moan as Blaine's mouth sank down on him again. Blaine brought a hand up to stroke his length as he continued to suck Kurt off.
"Mm, Blaine. I'm about to -"
Kurt's ringtone went off, filling up the small room with the musical styling of Madge.
"Ah, what the hell?" Blaine said, pulling off again.
It continued to ring.
"Get into the groove, boy, you've got to prove your love to me..."
Kurt groaned.
"Are you going to answer it?"
"I don't wanna," Kurt whined. "Can't we just -?"
"But what if it's an emergency?"
"Blaine," Kurt groaned again. The phone continued to go off, and if Kurt didn't answer it soon, he'd miss it. "Fine. I got it." He fell backward and rolled over the bed to snatch his phone off the nightstand. When he glanced at the lit-up screen, he didn't recognize the number, but he quickly hit the green bar and brought the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" Kurt said, frustration only slightly evident in his voice. Blaine rose from the floor and sat down on the bed beside him.
Blaine watched as Kurt's eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open. His heart began to race, and he was worried and anxious while waiting for Kurt to tell him what was going on. Scenarios of all sorts were now whirling around in his head, none of them good. Then a grin spread across Kurt's face that put Blaine at ease but left him all the more intrigued and impatient to find out why.
"Oh, um, wow. Yes, that sounds like a fabulous opportunity. I mean, I'd have to be an idiot to turn it down," Kurt said to the mystery person on the other end. He laughed, probably along with said person.
Blaine scooted in closer to see if he could catch even a snippet of the caller's voice. It was male, that much he could make out.
"When?" Kurt asked. "Okay, I - uh - I think I can make that happen - or, should I say, make it work," Kurt joked.
Blaine narrowed his eyes and then quirked an eyebrow.
"Yes. Thank you, thank you! It was really a pleasure to hear from you, Tim."
Blaine cocked his head to the side, and the corner of his mouth curled upward.
"I hope you have an excellent day! Good bye!" Kurt hung up the phone. His eyes were distant for a moment as he held the phone between both hands and took a deep breath before turning toward Blaine.
"Well? Was that really -?"
"Tim Gunn! Yes!" Kurt nodded vigorously.
"Oh my god - what did he want? What did you just agree to?" Blaine sputtered, completely baffled. He couldn't believe that of all the people in the world they just got cock blocked by Tim Gunn.
"They want me to be a mentor on Under The Gunn," Kurt said, barely able to contain himself.
"That's great!" Blaine threw his arms around Kurt and kissed him briefly.
"I know!" Kurt paused. "There's only one thing..." Kurt said hesitantly.
"What?" Blaine asked, his face falling at the comment and the shift in tone of Kurt's voice.
"It's not in New York. They're filming at the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising in LA," Kurt said.
"Oh." Blaine was quiet for a moment as he made some quick calculations. "But you have to go - you have to do it."
"I really, really want to," Kurt said, his eyes lighting up again. "They start production the beginning of November, but they want me there the last two weeks of October," he explained.
"That's really soon."
"I know." Kurt set the phone down on the nightstand again.
"Well, I guess we have a bit of planning to do - for your trip and for how I'm going to handle the business while you're away," Blaine said.
"But - you're not coming with me?"
"I can't, Kurt. You know that. There's too much to do, and we don't exactly have anyone who we can trust enough to take over for an extended period of time. No, as much as I want to go with you, I'll have to stay in New York."
Kurt shifted on the bed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. It'll only be for two months. Then I'll be home, and I'll be all yours again," he said, pressing his index finger against Blaine's chest before letting his hand fall to the mattress.
Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt on the nose.
"I know. I'm not worried at all. I am, however, a little jealous. I've never been to California before or the West coast for that matter," Blaine said.
"Well, if this works out, we could be going back there together in the very near future," Kurt said. With that, he grabbed Blaine's hand and entwined their fingers.
Blaine looked down at their hands, but his eyes roamed toward Kurt who he couldn't help but notice had gone completely soft. Blaine cleared his throat.
"So," Blaine began. "Where were we?"
"Oh, jeez." Kurt covered his face with his hands. "I know this is going to sound bad, but I'm so worked up now - could we maybe just lay down and cuddle for a little bit instead?"
Blaine pouted. "Alright." Then he laid back, pulling Kurt down with him. They scooted in close to each other, and Blaine pulled Kurt toward him until his back was resting up against Blaine's chest. Kurt breathed steadily and closed his eyes as he took in Blaine's warmth. He ran his fingers softly over the knuckles of the hand pressed against his abdomen. Then Kurt's fingers found Blaine's wedding band, and he touched it and smiled.
"I'm going back, Blaine. This is crazy," Kurt said quietly. "Back again to where we met - where everything began, really."
"It is crazy. You deserve it though, Kurt. You've worked harder than anyone I know, and it's definitely time for you to get some recognition."
"You act as if we aren't moderately famous already," Kurt said. "But, yeah. It'll be nice to have another go at a win. Third time's a charm, right?"
"As far as I'm concerned, you've already won. I really don't want you to get stressed out over this new competition, but I know you'll be fine," Blaine said.
Kurt rolled over to face Blaine.
"No stress. I promise." He brought his mouth to Blaine's and kissed him slowly. When they disconnected, Blaine looked at Kurt through thick eyelashes, and Kurt couldn't resist kissing him again, and again, and again until he was on top of Blaine, deepening the kiss and gradually growing hard again against him.
"Not quite where we were, but this is good too," Blaine said gruffly. He grabbed Kurt's ass and pulled him down, needing the friction, their erections grinding against each other. Kurt whimpered, and Blaine pushed his tongue inside his mouth before pulling away again.
"Can I -?" Kurt asked as he traced a finger down around Blaine's ass.
"Yeah," Blaine said, breathless.
Kurt slid his hand behind Blaine's head and under the pillow and pulled out the bottle of lube from its convenient spot beneath it. Practicality was one of Kurt's many strong suits. He rolled his hips down against Blaine, his cock twitching at the noises that escaped him, before moving down the bed and positioning himself between his legs.
Grabbing one of the pillows, Kurt slid it carefully beneath Blaine to prop him up. He poured some lube on his fingers and ran a warm, slick digit over Blaine's hole before gently pushing it inside. Blaine gasped at the pressure and wriggled beneath him, his breath hitching as Kurt slowly slid it back out and in again. Then Kurt lowered his head and took Blaine into his mouth. Blaine clenched up around him from the unexpected additional contact. But as Kurt slowly sucked and licked Blaine's cock, he pushed his finger in deeper and worked Blaine open. Blaine began to relax and let out soft moans with each thrust and bob of the head.
"K-Kurt, it's almost - too m-much," Blaine managed, and his hips jerked up with another thrust of Kurt's finger, now sliding in and out with ease.
Kurt pulled off. "You want me to stop?"
"No, no, no," Blaine said. "It just feels really good - too good. I won't last long if you keep it up -"
"Alright," Kurt said. He wrapped his free hand around Blaine's cock and stroked slowly, twisting his fist as he pushed a second finger inside Blaine and continued to thrust. Blaine opened up around him so easily that Kurt, now craving release from watching all of Blaine's reactions and hearing all his noises of pleasure, let go of Blaine and began to stroke himself. A third finger, and Blaine was practically begging Kurt to fuck him.
"Please," Blaine said, his voice drawn out and desperate. He grabbed the lube, squeezed some out into his hand, and nearly sat up and reached down to grab Kurt's cock.
"Mm - okay, okay, I can take a hint," Kurt said, pulling his fingers out. Relieved and expectant, Blaine laid back again, and, after squeezing some more lube into his hand and stroking himself a few times, Kurt lined himself up with Blaine's entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside and felt Blaine relax around him. He thrust in deeper, pulling almost all the way out, then pushing back in before building up a steady rhythm. He gripped Blaine's thighs as he continued to thrust, each one met with a grunt or a moan that only motivated him to go faster.
"You don't have to hold it in, baby," Kurt said. "No one can hear us up here."
"I - know," Blaine said. Then he wrapped his hand around his cock, jerking himself off while Kurt fucked into him, and he cried out as he came. It streaked his stomach and across his chest, and seeing Blaine wrecked was enough to push Kurt over the edge.
"Y-yeah," Kurt groaned as he thrust deeply, one, two, three more times, his body shuddering as he came inside Blaine.
Breathing heavily, Kurt slid out of Blaine and then collapsed onto the bed next to him. Blaine reached over, pulled some tissues from the bedside reserve that was dwindling and soon to be depleted, and cleaned himself up before rolling over with some difficulty to face Kurt.
There was a wordless exchange between them as Blaine's eyes scanned Kurt's, dropped down to his swollen lips, and then found their way back to his husband's eyes which now appeared a greenish gray in the gradual fading of the last daylight hours.
"I'm gonna miss you," Blaine said. "And this."
Kurt scrunched up his face and chuckled softly.
"I'm not gone yet, Blaine. Jeez. We still have another day in Greece before we head home and then another month in New York before I take off."
"I know, I know. It's just that - I'm selfish and want you here with me always."
"I think we've spoiled ourselves with this vacation," Kurt said.
"I think you're right. What if we just stayed here forever?" Blaine said.
Kurt laughed.
"We'd go broke."
"Good point."
"Trust me, I'd stay here if we could, or at least keep traveling without having to worry about work and responsibilities," Kurt said. "But I also know I couldn't possibly stay away from designing and would want to go home eventually anyway."
"Me too," Blaine admitted. "It's like it runs in our veins now, and I honestly couldn't imagine doing anything else with anyone else."
Kurt let out a lengthy sigh and was quiet for a moment.
"New York draws me back like a magnet no matter what I do. But I think that it's mostly because you're there, and we've built this life together. I mean, we could make clothes anywhere, really, but it's home."
"Let's enjoy the last days of our vacation, and we'll be back in the city in no time," Blaine said.
"Oh, no, no.. I don't want to rush back by any means. I mean, how many more times will I get to see your lovely curls freed of gel for such an extended period of time?" Kurt combed his fingers through Blaine's hair and twirled a curl around his index finger.
"Probably never," Blaine laughed. "And I know I'm going to miss you being naked almost all day and freed of all your pesky layers." Blaine reached over and playfully grabbed Kurt's ass. Kurt swatted his hand away and giggled.
"You know that's never going to change."
"I do. And I love it, no matter how difficult it makes it to tear all your clothes off when all I want is your body against mine."
"I make you work for it," Kurt said. "And you have excellent work ethic."
"And it's that much more satisfying when I succeed," Blaine said.
"Oh," Kurt said, looking down at Blaine whose cock was growing hard. "Again?"
"It can't be helped. You're gorgeous, you know. It's unfair."
Kurt chuckled and rolled his eyes.
"Come here." He grabbed Blaine by his slim waist and pulled him flush against him. "Let's make the best of our last two days. No clothing, no product, no phones...just us." They closed the gap between them, and Blaine hummed contentedly against Kurt's mouth as they slid their lips together.