Merry Christmas!
Special thanks to Buttonsandbows5 and dblmalfunction fro being the best betas ever.
This story is completely written and should publish daily until complete.
WARNINGS: Lots of Smut ahead, later chapter mentions sexual assault.
Music beat an unrelenting rhythm through Blaine's body and he danced, letting it guide his movements. After being cooped up in his apartment for days on end, it was a relief just to let the music take hold, to not have to analyze and perfect it, just to let it move him. It was late on a Sunday night and the club was mostly empty. Small clumps of men were scattered around the space, most drinking with friends, a few taking advantage of the relative privacy. Blaine wasn't bothered that only a handful of guys were dancing. He wasn't there for the men; he was there for the mindless abandon only music could give him. This was what he missed.
Breathless and parched, he finally made his way to the bar and ordered a beer. He didn't really want the alcohol but also didn't want the looks that ordering just a soda or water would earn him. He figured it would also help ease some of the tension sitting in front of the computer had given him. He smiled to himself as he took a sip. It had been worth it. He was finished- all he had to do was wait for the client's reaction.
As he drank he looked around the club, really taking it and its occupants in for the first time. He was by far the youngest in the place. It was far enough away from any of the major colleges New York had to offer, plus most students would have classes once the sun rose. Blaine didn't have to worry about that. As he was taking much needed days off the next few days, he could enjoy himself tonight. He continued to survey the club as he finished his drink. No one really caught his eye, which was fine by Blaine. He wasn't here to hook up. It wasn't his style.
Just as he placed his empty glass on the bar, he noticed two men who seemed to be looking at him. Both were older but didn't seem that much older than Blaine himself. They were both tall, although one was broader and darker. His eyes were smoky, as if he was wearing eyeliner or makeup. His companion drew Blaine's eye. He was slender with perfectly styled chestnut hair. His milky complexion and fine features reminded Blaine of marble gods, the likes of which he had only seen in books and museums. He was dressed all in black, save for his dark grey vest over his long-sleeved shirt. His jeans looked painted on, and he wore knee-high motorcycle boots. The sight made Blaine's gut clench with want. Their eyes connected for a moment, and knowing he had been caught staring, Blaine looked away and hurried back to the dance floor. He tried to lose himself to the music again but was having a harder time clearing his mind. He danced but kept looking back at the men. They seemed to be arguing now, but it didn't seem too heated. The dark haired man appeared to be saying something the other man didn't like. He was rolling his eyes and shaking his head emphatically. Blaine wondered what the conversation could be about. He continued to dance as he watched the scene unfold. There was something about the brunette that wouldn't let Blaine pull his eyes away. He looked to be making multiple points against whatever the other man proposed. He was ticking off something on his fingers, anyway. Blaine continued to let his body move, and then he was caught. The black haired man looked over at him and then raised an eyebrow at the other. The slimmer man turned and their eyes met across the space for a second. Blaine's breath hitched for a moment knowing they knew he was watching, and he could feel his cheeks heat up. But before he could look away he saw the other man smile. Blaine turned his back on the men. He didn't know what that smile meant. He had looked amused, but there was something else there as well. He tried to push all thoughts of the man away. I don't know why I am so enthralled, Blaine lied to himself. He knew exactly what was driving his interest but had made a vow to himself long ago he would not become just another cliche. He tried valiantly not to look at the men again, but when the song shifted to a new one he chanced a glance. The two men were hugging, and he watched and as they pulled away from each other. The dark-haired man looked at him, wagged his eyebrows, and then gave him a thumbs up.
Blaine turned away before the other man could see him looking again, although he felt certain his companion would share what he had seen. He could imagine them walking away, hands entwined, laughing at him. This was why he didn't want to admit his fascination even to himself. He was just trying to decide if he should call it a night when he felt a presence behind him. The brunette was dancing behind him, not close enough to be called invasive, but close enough to not be an accident with what could only be called a smirk on his face. Blaine whipped his head back around, dancing as he thought of what he should do.
He didn't want to stop dancing. It was the music calling to me, he thought as he closed his eyes and lost himself to the beat. He blamed the song, too, when he opened his eyes, turned around, and smiled. The smile seemed to be what the man was waiting for as he inched closer. The music played on, and they danced together, Blaine still feeling the music pulsing through him, while the space slowly melted away between the two. Blaine could feel the heat building up inside of himself, and he didn't want to lose it but the intensity was becoming too much, looking into the man's steely blue eyes, so much darker now than when they first began dancing. He turned around and continued moving to the music. He knew he was being a tease, knew that this was only encouraging the man, but he couldn't seem to remember why this was a bad idea. He felt the man's hand on his shoulder first and instinctively moved back, craving to be touched. It had been too long. The man was closer than he thought, though, and he felt his ass brush against a distinctive bulge. It was gone in almost an instant. He turned back to the man and saw him once again a respectful distance away. He didn't look embarrassed, and his arm was still resting on Blaine's shoulder as he continued to dance. His respectful yet confident air spurred Blaine on. He closed the distance between them, straddling the man's leg and letting him know he wasn't the only one affected. Blaine leaned in until his lips brushed the other man's ear. A hoop dangled from his earlobe, and a rainbow of stars was spattered behind it.
After one more brush of his lips catching the earring, he said, "I'm Blaine," before retreating just enough to where they were no longer rubbing against each other.
"Kurt," the other man said with a smile.
They danced closely together, Blaine's arms making their way around Kurt's neck, whose hand migrated to his waist. Their bodies brushed as they moved. Blaine could feel the heat spreading all over his body. He felt intoxicated by the experience. He locked eyes with Kurt, wanting more but not daring to make a move. He needn't have worried because almost instantly Kurt's mouth was on his in a hard, lust-filled kiss. He readily opened his mouth to Kurt, and as their tongues began to move together joining the rest of their bodies, he felt the caress of something smooth and round along with the pliant flesh of Kurt's tongue. He moaned and then pulled away. The smirk was back in place, and Kurt slipped the ball of a tongue ring out from between his lips. Blaine laughed and dove in for another kiss. In the middle of the dance floor, kissing, their bodies undulating to the beat, Blaine couldn't help but imagine the other ways that ball could undo him.
He pulled away when he could no longer catch his breath. He panted, his head resting on Kurt's shoulder.
"Come home with me," Kurt said.
It wasn't a question, it wasn't a command, it was an inevitability. They both knew it, had known it from the moment Kurt had first approached him, so it didn't take any thought before Blaine was saying yes.
Kurt pulled back enough to extract his phone from his back pocket. He messed with it a few seconds before announcing, "A Lyft will be here in a few minutes," punctuating it with another kiss. Blaine lost himself to the sensation until he felt Kurt's phone vibrating against his hip. Kurt pulled back again, taking his hand.
"It's here," he stated, pulling away from the dancefloor with Blaine, who never even thought to object.
In the relative quiet of the street, Blaine waited for his nerves to take over, for his logical side to win and tell him to stop. His hand in Kurt's being led to a car, he never felt more sure of anything in his life. Kurt greeted the driver as they slid into the back seat. His hand found its way to the middle of Blaine's thigh. He gently rubbed his thumb over the seam. It wasn't erotic, it was just a reminder that he was there.
"I was watching you earlier you know," he said.
"You were?" Blaine asked feeling the heat rise to his face.
Kurt chuckled, "You stand out Blaine. Neverland is usually filled with middle-aged men more interested in drinking than dancing. But there you were."
"You were there, too, and you don't look middle-aged. What are you? 26, 27?"
Kurt laughed again, "My skincare routine thanks you. Add a few more years, and you are closer."
Blaine could feel his gut clench again, Kurt was clearly older than he looked. Blaine was surprised he found it so hot.
He gulped, "But still you were there."
"My partner and I were celebrating." Blaine's horror must have clearly showed on his face because Kurt was quick to clarify. "Business partner. We were celebrating our new shop."
Before Blaine could ask about the shop Kurt said, "But I want to know why you were there."
Blaine felt himself blush.
"A combination of celebrating and unwinding. Do you ever just need to let go and dance it out?"
"I can't say that I have," Kurt smiled, "but you were mesmerizing while you were doing it."
"I wasn't..." Blaine began to stammer. Kurt cut him off with a gentle kiss.
"I know, that was why I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. You weren't dancing for anyone else, just yourself. I've never seen anything like it."
Blaine could feel the car coming to a stop as they kissed once more.
He looked out as Kurt said, "This is us."
He thanked the driver as he finished paying him on his phone and then led Blaine to a door between a coffee shop and a tattoo parlor, with both windows dark. As Kurt unlocked the door Blaine looked at the time. It was after 3. He took a deep breath before following Kurt up the stairs to a green door with the number 4 in brass. Kurt unlocked this one too and led him inside.
Once inside Blaine's nerve got the better of him. He didn't know what to do with himself. He had never done this before, never been with a man he didn't know. He stood in the middle of the room, playing with his fingers and looking around the space as if it could tell him what he needed to know. The room was bright but bare. It didn't look modern so much as unfinished. He figured that must be correct when he saw a stack of boxes in the corner. His eyes darted around taking in the tv on the wall, the black couch and the cluttered coffee table between them. Then his sight was only filled with Kurt's face.
"Are you okay?" He asked rubbing a hand gently over the swell of Blaine's bicep.
Blaine huffed a self-deprecating laugh. "I've never done this before."
He could see the worry in Kurt's eyes and tried to look away. Kurt's smooth hand stilled the motion. "Just so we're clear, you've never gone home from a bar with another man, or have you never been with a man before?"
Blaine couldn't help but laugh a little, "I've been with guys before. I'm not a virgin. I've just never been with anyone I didn't know at least for a little while."
"Do you want to do this?" Kurt asked. He looked so earnest and calm Blaine knew he had made the right choice.
He gulped, "I do, God, I really, really do."
Kurt smiled, and there was something wicked in it that stole Blaine's breath in the best of ways. "Don't worry, sweetheart," Kurt whispered. "I'll take good care of you."
Before Blaine knew what was happening Kurt was kissing him, running the ball of his tongue ring over Blaine's tongue and soft palate. Blaine pulled away so he could catch his breath, feeling overwhelmed by the heat now coursing through his entire body at such a little thing as a kiss. Kurt turned his attention to his neck, running the ball along his jugular over and over again, eliciting sounds from Blaine he just couldn't control. Blaine tried to find something to do with his hands, he needed something to ground him as Kurt's hands grabbed his waist. They flailed for a moment before finding the purchase on Kurt's broad, muscular shoulders. He could feel Kurt sucking now at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, marking him, and he groaned again with want.
"Kiss me," he practically begged.
As they kissed Blaine pulled Kurt's body closer to him so they slotted together, connecting their entire lengths. He let his hips move, feeling Kurt's hard, hot bulge rub tantalizingly, perfectly against his own needy cock. He couldn't remember being this turned on in a long time. Maybe it was how dirty and wrong hooking up with a stranger always seemed to Blaine, maybe it was this particular stranger. Either way, Blaine wanted this more than he had ever wanted another man before.
He could feel Kurt tugging his t-shirt slowly up his body, letting his hands explore over the dips and lines they found there. Suddenly the idea of layers separating them seemed like the worst idea ever to Blaine, and he fumbled blindly for the buttons of Kurt's shirt and vest. The vest was the first to go, and he roughly pushed it off Kurt's shoulders to the floor. Kurt pulled back, sliding Blaine's shirt the rest of the way off so he was standing there in the middle of the living room topless and panting with his pants tented. He looked at Kurt a moment, took in the sight before him. The blue of his eyes was almost gone, his pupils blown with lust. His shirt was now half undone and wrinkled, revealing the dark line of a tattoo. His skintight jeans left little to the imagination, though Blaine wondered if what he was seeing was just an illusion of the fabric. He stepped forward once more and slipped the last few buttons of Kurt's shirt out of their holes. He skimmed his hands up Kurt's chest and down his arms exposing his tattoo-clad torso and a ring hanging from each nipple.
Kurt stood swaying as Blaine reached a hand out and traced over the lines of the bird's wing swooping across the right side of his chest, to the bird's body cradling the crest of his shoulder. He fingered over the New York skyline beneath the bird's tail on his right arm, as his other hand smoothed over the tattoo found on his other arm. Kurt watched him as he took in the art sprawled across his body and threw his head back with a whine, as first one, then another thumb brushed over the rings in his nipples.
"Do they- do they feel good?" Blaine found himself asking before he realized he words were out of his mouth.
"God, yes! The tongue ring is for you. But these are solely for me." Kurt whined again.
Blaine leaned down and brushed his lips against one ring.
"Good to know," he croaked before taking it in his mouth.
He had always enjoyed when a lover had responsive nipples, and Kurt's responses to his nips and sucks were off the chart and spurred him on.
Kurt threw his head back, and the noises he made went straight through Blaine. He felt Kurt's hands slide down his back and then slip down the back of his pants and grip his ass, pulling him closer. Blaine hummed, Kurt's right nipple still in his mouth. He flicked the ring with his tongue as one of Kurt's fingers slid between his cheeks, caressing his asshole. Blaine gasped, feeling a great surge of want shoot through him. He pulled back and looked up at Kurt. His head was thrown back, and his mouth was still open slightly. Blaine couldn't resist the urge to lick his way between those parted lips. Way too soon for Blaine's liking, Kurt was pulling back, a mischievous grin once again in place. He moved until he was leaning against the back of the couch and pulled one of his motorcycle boots off. Knowing where this was leading, Blaine quickly moved to join him. Soon both their shoes and socks were discarded. Blaine looked over at Kurt and smiled.
"Come here," Kurt said, guiding Blaine until he was standing in front of him once more.
Blaine leaned in, kissing him as he felt Kurt's hands brush down his sides before tracing the waistband of his jeans.
He pulled back enough to whisper, "Please," before connecting their lips once more.
The vibrations of Kurt's chuckle made him shudder with want as he felt Kurt nimbly work the button and fly open, wasting no time before pushing them down far enough to finally expose his aching cock. A firm hand was soon grasped around it, sending sparks through Blaine's body. He didn't want to move, but his back was starting to protest at him leaning down to continue kissing Kurt any longer, so he stood up. He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the feel of Kurt's hand on him. When he opened them Kurt was looking up at him, watching as he pumped his hand slowly up and down Blaine's cock letting his ring catch in the most tantalizing way.
"Let's go to my room," he said, removing his hand from around Blaine's dick and holding it out in invitation.
Blaine nodded but didn't take Kurt's offered hand yet. Instead, he pushed his jeans and underwear off before grabbing it. Kurt made a noise between a laugh and a moan as he led him across the small space to one of two doors. Once the door snapped behind them Blaine tugged gently at the waistband of Kurt's jeans.
"I want to see you, too," he choked out hardly able to breathe, he was so turned on.
As Kurt unbuttoned his jeans he seemed to be taking in Blaine's entire body. Blaine was burning up he was so hot standing there in Kurt's bedroom without a stitch of clothing on his body. He couldn't remember ever being as aroused before. It shocked him, his body's reaction, as he watched Kurt peel his jeans off leaving behind only a pair of tight black boxer briefs. The briefs left little to the imagination, and it was clear that it wasn't a mere illusion before. Kurt was big, and Blaine gulped, hungry to see just how big he was. He looked up at Kurt's face, he was watching him closely, almost as if trying to gauge his reaction. Blaine couldn't keep his eyes away, and as he noticed Kurt shoulders move, his eyes darted to where he was pushing those briefs down.
Blaine's mouth watered as inch by inch of thick cock was revealed. He had been with several men before, but none of those cocks compared to the beauty of Kurt's. It was long, flushed, and thick. Blaine could already feel the ache in his jaw and wanted it more than anything. He closed the distance and fell to his knees ready to finally wrap his lips around it. Almost instantly, before Blaine could raise a hand to guide it to his waiting mouth, Kurt was gone. He looked up at him, hurt starting to cool the intense heat of his arousal.
Kurt looked down at him with soft eyes.
"You really haven't done this before. You always use condoms. Even for a blow job."
"I'm clean," Blaine said, feeling stupid as soon as it left his mouth.
"And so am I, but if we want to stay that way, we use condoms. It's not that I don't trust you, Blaine, or that you shouldn't trust me. It's just smart."
Blaine nodded and watched as Kurt crossed the room and pulled two condoms and a bottle of lube from his bedside drawer.
Blaine's confusion must have shown because Kurt said in a deep, lust-filled voice, "You don't get to have all the fun."
Blaine made quick work rolling the condom over Kurt's hard cock, following it quickly with his mouth. Blaine was right, his jaw ached with the first movement, and it was as good as he could have imagined. Kurt grunted above him, his hands finding purchase in Blaine's hair. Not taking control of his movements but flexing his fist around Blaine's curls. Blaine mapped as much of it as he could with his tongue, paying special attention to the head. He wanted to take all of him, but it was impossible. That didn't stop Blaine from trying. He relaxed his throat as much as he could, but almost a fist length remained. His jaw and throat burned with the effort. Kurt was making the most urgent noises above him, urging him on. He could feel his own dick leaking against his leg and that pit of want expanding within him. Then Kurt was tugging at his hair. "Stop, stop," he breathed
Blaine looked up into Kurt's flushed face. He knew he must look a sight, sweat rolling down his back, spit ringing his plump red lips, and his cock hard and dripping.
Kurt rasped, "You are too good at that, and I am not ready for this to end," then tugged Blaine up.
He kissed him dirtily, as if he could actually taste himself there even though it was impossible. As they kissed Kurt maneuvered him until his ass hit the edge of Kurt's high soft bed.
"Sit," he instructed as he grabbed the other condom in his hand.
Blaine obeyed at once. Kurt made a production of opening the condom and rolling it slowly down Blaine's cock, clearly watching his reactions. He then leaned in, not intent on Blaine's erection but his neck. He teased Blaine, kissing his way down his neck to his chest, using the ball of his tongue ring most effectively. Blaine almost screamed as the ball slowly rolled around each of his nipples, sending shocks straight to his cock. When it danced into his belly button, a place Blaine had never before found erotic, he couldn't contain his groan as he felt his dick twitch. Kurt then fell to his knees but still didn't take Blaine in his mouth. The teasing and waiting were doing nothing but building Blaine's arousal, though. Kurt ran the ball up the vein of Blaine's dick to the head and back down again before sucking each of his balls into his mouth, caressing them with the hard metal. Blaine heard himself cry Kurt's name. His chuckle in response shot through Blaine's body earning him a second keened, "Kurt."
Only then did Kurt take him in his mouth. Blaine lost himself in the sensation of finally having his cock touched. Even with the condom, it seemed more than it ever had before. He knew he was making noises but couldn't have stopped himself if he tried. He felt Kurt guide his legs on either shoulder and urge his hips down until his ass was barely on the bed. He didn't care why, he would have done anything Kurt had told him if he just promised to never stop touching him. He was aware of nothing else except his ecstasy until he felt a sure, wet finger caressing his hole, asking permission. Blaine answered by pushing his hips forward needed as much of Kurt as he would give.
Kurt was sure in his movements as first one, and then two, fingers breached Blaine. It had been too long, over a year since anyone had touched him there, but his body opened readily to the intrusion. He could feel Kurt scissoring his fingers, stretching him as his mouth continued to work over him. Then they were gone. Before Blaine could protest properly, three lube-dripped fingers began to push into him, earning yet another breathy exhale. He batted helplessly at Kurt's head who immediately stopped all movement.
"You okay?" Kurt asked, worry clear in his voice.
"Too much- I can't- just your fingers," Blaine managed to sputter.
Kurt twisted his fingers, and they easily slipped inside Blaine. Twisting and spreading, Kurt worked him further than he could ever remember, occasionally brushing across his prostate. Kurt didn't stop there. Soon a fourth finger joined the others, the burn and fullness more than Blaine thought he could handle, but Kurt was gentle as he stretched Blaine to his limits.
"Please," Blaine cried when he didn't think he could take it anymore. He needed to be filled with more than Kurt's fingers. He wanted to be thoroughly fucked.
"Fuck me, God, please fuck me," he chanted at Kurt, not caring how pathetic he probably sounded.
Then Kurt's fingers were gone and he playfully slapped his ass as he pumped more lube onto himself. He motioned with his head as he said, "Get all the way on the bed, and turn over."
Blaine wanted to protest. He needed to see Kurt, needed to know it was this man fucking him but obeyed instead.
He could feel Kurt crawling on the bed toward him and looked over his shoulder to watched him. His cock seemed even larger now flushed almost purple inside the condom. His hands brushed up Blaine's legs as they spread, ready to accommodate him, and then urged his hips up. Blaine readily got on his hands and knees, sinking into the plush blue bedding, and arched his back, enjoying the smile and dark eyes the action elicited from Kurt. His hands spread over Blaine's shoulders learning their lines before making their way back to his ass. One then gripped Blaine's hips as the other guided his cock to Blaine's waiting, gaping hole.
Slowly, he pushed in. Blaine couldn't help his grunt as, yet again, he was opened up wider than he had ever been before. The aching burn of it was almost addictive and reminded Blaine of his first time so long ago. But unlike then, Kurt didn't just impale him, he slowly worked his hips in small thrusts, filling him more and more each time. Just when Blaine thought he couldn't possibly take more, his body would open up, letting Kurt in even further. It seemed like an eternity before Kurt's hips stilled, finally fully seated.
Blaine gasped waiting for the ache to leave him. He could hear Kurt behind him panting as well and could feel his fingers gently caressing his entrance where it clamped around Kurt's cock. The ache began to subside when Kurt reached forward and grabbed Blaine's cock, pumping it, making him cry out wantonly.
"Fuck me," he said, pushing his hips back, needing Kurt to move.
"Like this?" He said teasingly, thrusting slower than Blaine thought possible.
"Harder," he begged.
Kurt sped his movements, but it still wasn't enough. Blaine pushed back against Kurt with his hips.
"Fuck me harder," he growled.
He could feel Kurt's grip on his hips tighten as he sped his thrusts once more. There was no teasing anymore, but it still didn't seem enough. Blaine was chasing a feeling that was barely eluding him.
"Fuck, harder," he chanted as his hips joined the movement, needing to feel more.
Kurt's cock was practically slamming into him now, and grunts filled the room from both men. Sweat glistened over their bodies from the exertion.
"God yes!" Blaine cried, feeling perfectly fucked.
Never before had he thought he could come without his dick being touched, but he could almost feel his orgasm in reach.
"Fuck," he chanted as Kurt made the most exquisite noises behind him.
Blaine could feel his body tightening, could feel his whole body on the edge of exploding and wanting nothing more. Then all he felt was emptiness and whined at the loss. He fell defeated to the bed before looking over his shoulder at Kurt. He had his fist clamped to the base of his cock, gasping, his eyes closed.
"I'm not ready for this to end yet," Kurt said after a moment.
Blaine had a fleeting thought that if this was to be their only time together, he wasn't ready for it to end, either. Blaine rolled over on his back spreading his legs in what he hoped was a seductive manner.
"I don't either, but I'm not ready for you to stop. How do you want me?" Blaine purred.
"Jesus Christ," Kurt mumbled, closing his eyes again. When he opened them he sighed, "God, the things I could do to you."
Blaine didn't have a chance to imagine all the ways he could let Kurt use him before he was moving up the bed towards him. Kurt's hands grazed up his sides, catching on his nipples before finding hold once again in Blaine's hair, and then his mouth was on his in a lust-fueled, frenzied kiss. The weight of Kurt on top of him, his long hard cock pressing down gently upon his own, combined with the spikes of arousal shooting through his body was almost more than Blaine could stand. He was filled with a base, animalistic need to be fucked so deeply and completely, he felt he would blink out of existence if it didn't happen. He grasped each of Kurt's plump ass cheeks in his hands and frantically pulled him in while thrusting his hips, grinding their lust-swollen dicks together and hoping the move would earn him what he really needed.
Kurt hummed into his mouth before pulling back and asking teasingly, "What do you need?"
Blaine looked up at him, panting, for a moment unable to speak.
He thrust their hips together one more time before saying, "I need your cock in my ass. Fuck me, just fuck me."
Kurt leaned his head down and nipped at Blaine's left earlobe before saying in a husky whisper, "I'll do more than just fuck you. I'll fuck you so I'm all you ever think about when you try to get yourself off."
"Fuck, please," Blaine begged, but Kurt was already lifting one of Blaine's legs to rest on his shoulder and lining himself up.
In one smooth move, Blaine was filled once more. His breath stuttered out of him with each thrust. He managed to lift his hand and tease at Kurt's nipple rings. It only lasted a minute before Kurt was leaning down once more, Blaine's knee up against his chest now, and assaulting his mouth in a frantic kiss that left Blaine breathless, all the while fucking into him with hard fast strokes. Blaine's head was spinning as he felt himself losing control. He knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer but couldn't imagine this feeling stopping. Soon Kurt was panting into his mouth his hips working at a frenzied pace, and Blaine thought for sure he would come at any moment. Then Kurt leaned back and pushed Blaine's leg to the side so his knees were together, his cock trapped between them. His finger was once more caressing where he was entering Blaine, sending more sparks of lust shooting straight to his dick. Kurt's pace didn't change, but the change of angle made it feel more intense.
"God, you're amazing," Kurt flattered.
All Blaine could respond with was an uncontrolled series of "fucks" repeated. He felt like he was about to snap, he just needed Kurt to touch his cock. Two pumps were all it would take, but instead, one hand was still touching his hole while the other held him up, keeping at the perfect angle to fuck in so deeply. Kurt shifted slightly, and then his cock was ramming relentlessly into Blaine's prostate. A litany of expletives flew out of Blaine's mouth as his whole body seemed to burn for an instant, and then he was filling the condom encasing his still untouched dick. Nevertheless, Kurt fucked into him faster and harder than Blaine had ever been fucked before. Just when he didn't think he could take it anymore Kurt stilled for a moment, a choked cry leaving his lips as he came deep inside Blaine. His hips stuttered hitting Blaine's prostate four more times before he stilled completely, laying over Blaine.
A moment later Blaine felt him pull out. His hole fluttering around the emptiness, he already missed the full feeling Kurt had given him as he lay there trying to catch his breath, his mind numb to all else except that Kurt had kept his promise. He wouldn't soon forget such a thorough fuck. It was sure to dominate his fantasies for years to come. He vaguely realized that Kurt was moving him and disposing of both their condoms but couldn't muster himself to move beyond that. All he wanted to do was sleep, then his brain caught up with him. This was a one night stand; surely he couldn't expect to crash here.
"I should probably go," he said, yet not moving, still trying to will himself to get up.
He felt a gentle hand on his arm. "It's late. You can stay if you want."
Blaine chuckled. "Thanks, because I am not entirely sure I could move now, anyway."
Kurt's soft laughter joined his. "Well, you at least need to move so we can get under the covers."
Together they worked the covers down the bed and then slipped in, side-by-side . Blaine turned over so he was facing the wall instead of Kurt. Now that he was no longer being led by lust, he missed the prospect of being able to cuddle after. He felt the bed shift, and then Kurt's hand was gently rubbing over his chest before pulling him closer. Blaine didn't want to resist, so he didn't. He let Kurt slot their bodies together, and he sighed at the movement. His body was relaxing into the soft bed, and he could just feel the lure of sleep when Kurt whispered behind him.
"You know this doesn't have to be a one-time thing?"
"Really?" Blaine asked knowing that the hopefulness he felt was evident in his voice.
Kurt kissed his neck, "Really. We can talk about it in the morning if you want."
"Ok," Blaine sighed before letting sleep overtake his exhausted body.
An ache in his bladder awoke Blaine. He laid there a moment not wanting to leave the comfort of the bed. He really wanted to drift back to sleep but the insistent nagging in his bladder wouldn't let him. He carefully extracted himself out of bed, gently moving Kurt's arm from around his chest trying not to wake him. He shuffled across the room, still groggy with sleep, and made his way to the other door he had spied the night before. Just as he suspected it was the bathroom. Once his bladder was empty and his hands washed, he started to make his way back to the room, not ready to be fully awake or to face any consequences the previous night might have.
When he opened the bathroom door, however, he heard a faint familiar tune wafting from the living room. It was his boss, Kevin's, ringtone. He hurried to the pile of clothes still scattered behind the couch and answered it before it could go to voicemail.
"Finally," Kevin said down the line, "I've been trying to reach you for an hour."
Blaine looked around for a clock but saw none, "Sorry, I was sleeping," he said.
He could tell that Kevin, a usually even-tempered man, was not happy. "The files you sent last night were corrupted. I need them right away. The client will be here in two hours, and I still haven't had a chance to review them."
"Shit," Blaine spat, grabbing his pants and hastily stuffing his legs in them, trying not to drop the phone. "I'm not at home."
He pulled his phone away long enough to pull his shirt over his head but could still hear Kevin say, "Not home? Dammit, Blaine, I need those files."
Blaine hastily pulled on his shoes while scanning the floor for anything he might have missed. "I know, I'm on my way home right now," he said pulling the door closed behind him.
Kevin was still berating him over the line and Blaine just listened to his rant as he silently prayed a cab would appear. He turned the corner, and as luck would have it, a woman was exiting one just up the street. Blaine hurried up to it and smiled briefly to the lady as he waited for her to clear the door then jumped in and gave his address. "How long will it take?" Blaine asked the driver, hoping that he wasn't too far from home.
"Fifteen, twenty minutes tops," he replied.
"Listen, Kevin," Blaine interrupted "I will be home in twenty minutes. I know I have good files at home. I will drop them in Dropbox and then haul ass to the office with the originals. I don't know what happened, but I know my files are fine."
Kevin sighed over the line, "Blaine, you know I'm in your corner, but if we don't have those files within the hour, I don't know if I can go to bat for you again. This is your first real chance. You may not get another."
Blaine felt like ice was filling his belly. "I know, I'll fix this."
It wasn't until the files were finally uploaded and he was in another cab on his way to work, that Blaine had a moment to think. He had run out of Kurt's apartment with no way to contact him, his suggestion of it being more than a one night stand was gone, and he probably thought Blaine was the biggest jackass on the planet.
Between that and maybe blowing his first big solo project at work, a feeling of sick dread filled him, his buoyant, free feeling from the night before gone. He just had to hope that he wouldn't get fired. It was the only silver lining he could think of.