Hello, everyone! I'm here again. :) But this time, it's not for my own fic. This is a translation of a Japanese Klaine fic which was posted on a Japanese fanfic site. It's called PEACOCK, written by Toma. (The link to the original story:

www . pixiv novel / show . php ? id = 789057 You can see all her amazing drawings of Klaine there too! The link to her drawings :

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This is one of my favorite Klaine stories that I recently fell in love instantly. So I asked Toma for a permission to translate it into English to introduce here!

And my Beta is Tianay! Thank you SO much sis. I'm excited about working with you again!

This is a Klaine AU. VERY AU. In this world, you will notice some things unrealistic. But please note that this is very much fiction; put common knowledge aside and just enjoy the story!

I own nothing. Not even this story! :P

PEACOCK

Chapter 1

Peacock Blue

***Blaine's POV***

The appointment was at 9 PM.

I was waiting in my apartment, feeling unsettled.

After looking at the flyer Sebastian gave me over and over, I put it on the kitchen counter.

… … …

Sebastian handed me a flyer with excitement in study hall at school this afternoon.

"This place, is awesome," Sebastian said.

"What's this?" I asked.

"An outcall escort service for men. Don't you know, Blaine?"

I looked at the hand-sized pink flyer and shoved it back to him. "Not interested."

"Why not? Your apartment is perfect for it."

"My apartment isn't a no-tell motel."

"The escorts here are so cute and they try to meet your requests if you have any," Sebastian looked up and seemed to be ecstatic.

I could tell he'd had a great night. But, "I don't need it."

"You don't have to go to a gay bar for a hookup. Those escorts are all gorgeous."

"I'm not going to gay bars only for a hookup. But I don't turn down an offer if someone asks me."

"You're such a playboy," Nick said with his hand on his chin, looking at me, stunned.

"It's fun. It's true that the space behind the bathroom is totally for fucking though."

"Do you have sex there too?" Nick asked.

"Yeah." As I said matter-of-factly, Nick rolled his eyes.

"If you're sleazing like that and school finds out about it, you'll get into a big trouble. Do your parents know what you're doing?"

"I'm not the oldest, so they leave me alone."

"You should have a steady partner."

"I'm not looking for one."

Nick stared at me and said "I wonder where the guy who will change you is."

I just glanced at him and bit a pen. Sebastian held out the flyer again. He was so persistent.

"Just take this anyway. They're offering a campaign for introducing new customers."

Was he a plant of the service or something?

"You too, Sebastian. Why don't you stop calling these services to your house?" Nick told Sebastian.

"Oh, I'm fine. I tell my parents they're my friends," Sebastian said. "But Blaine, you're a playboy, but not adventurous."

I didn't want to have sex at my apartment. I didn't want to invite anyone there to mess around. What if they followed me around after that? And that was the trouble. Have sex wherever we met, then have a clean good-bye. That was my style.

I didn't want love at all.

… … …

When I came back to my apartment, I looked at the flyer Sebastian shoved into my pocket.

"We'll provide a perfect boy for you on a lonely night. Tell us your type when at the reservation and we can make it work. If not satisfied, you can change in no time. Feel free to call us. -Outcall Escort Service for Men, Bad Romance"

Bad Romance? Lady Gaga!?

I laughed wryly at the sense of its name. What was this really?

I didn't usually do such things. If I felt lonely, I went to the same bar to look for a one-night stand. But I gave into temptation. The next thing I knew, I was dialing the number.

"Outcall Escort Service for Men, Bad Romance," a man answered after one call. "Thank you for calling. Please let us know your type if you have one."

"Well…," I didn't have preferences. Wait, there was one. "I like someone who has beautiful eyes."

"Absolutely. Is this your first time using our service?"

"Uh, yes."

"Okay. Let me explain our system." He explained about the price, policies and rules if I wanted to change the escort. "That's everything. Okay, Mr. Blaine Anderson. Our escort will be at your place at nine."

"Thank you."

Was it a careless thing to tell them my real name?

While I was thinking about various things, it was almost nine.

I was feeling nervous. I should've gone out, should I!?

While I was in my train of thought, suddenly I felt something about the front door, so I walked towards it.

It was before nine. The escort wouldn't be here this early. Feeling uneasy, I unlocked the door and opened it.

"Oh…" A guy in front of the door let out his voice. I didn't expect anyone standing there and I was so surprised. But when I took a look at him, I realized he was there for me. He was holding a small black-and-white paper bag with a logo "Bad Romance."

I then took a better look at him. He was tall, little taller than me. His hair was perfectly coiffed, his bangs were lifted up. His clothes were very fashionable and they matched well with his gender-neutral face.

He was white, but his skin was snow-white and he had rose-pink cheeks and lips. His almond shaped eyes were peacock blue and had light colored long lashes.

I remembered Sebastian said that they tried to meet your requests if you had any.

He was right. A guy in front of me was the one who had beautiful eyes, just like I requested. I was impressed.

Since I was just staring at him instead of letting him inside, he seemed as if he was becoming uncomfortable.

"Well… If you don't like me, you can call and change. Would you like to do that?"

I was also impressed by his soft voice as I heard it for the first time.

He was cute.

Wait. What? Cute? What am I saying?

I voluntarily coughed and stood straight. "I'm not gonna change. Come in."

I held his shoulder and brought him inside of the apartment.

As his scent invaded my nostrils, I couldn't help but nuzzle his neck. The guy jumped in surprise.

"Oh… Sorry," The mixture of the cologne and the scent of himself was tempting. I could also smell soap. "You smell good."

"T-Thank you," he flushed and smiled bashfully.

This was fresh, and that made me smile.

"Okay, so, I guess the staff told you that this is an advanced payment."

"Sure."

As I placed the money into his hand, he pulled out a paper for me to fill in.

"This is what we ask of the new customers," he said.

"Okay, but this is personal information. Don't you get complaints because people have to do this before going to bed?"

"I was told that because of this, the company can provide good after-sales service and we can quickly deal with complaints. That's why we earn high customer satisfaction."

"Right." I wasn't expecting this paper work at the dining table first but to go to bed right away.

While I was filling out the paper, the guy said "Mr. Anderson, this birth date means you're a high school student," he pointed out with his finger.

"Oh…" I totally forgot about lying about my age and I wrote my real one. "This isn't good, is it?"

"I have a spare paper that you can use."

"Is a college student okay?"

"Yes," he looked at me with a soft smile.

I had a strange feeling. What was this?

Then I realized the guy in front of me looked like around the same age as me. "How old are you?" His mouth opened and I hoped I could hear an answer.

"I… The rule says I can't talk about my personal information!" He fended.

"I think we're not so much different in age…" I said, and he was looked everywhere but me.

I filled in the paper and handed it over to him. He took out a card from his bag. "This is your membership card. Could you answer an online survey about our service after you use? You can find it on our website."

"So, am I supposed to say how the sex was?"

"I guess so."

"Whatever."

Now there was only one thing to do. Have sex. When I stood up from the chair, the guy winced, his eyes fluttered.

"Come on."

… … …

When we entered the bedroom, the guy's eyes changed. It looked like he was surprised by the glass shower stool behind the bed.

"Do you wanna take a shower?" I asked him.

"I… I already took it."

"I thought so 'cause I smelled soap from you earlier," I said and he smiled shyly again. His smile was adorable. He must've been popular. "Hey, what's your name?"

"Kurt."

"Okay, Kurt…"

It seemed that the realization came to him. "I mean, Snow! My name is Snow!" He said in desperation.

I laughed out loud at him. "Is Kurt your real name? Snow is just a professional name, isn't it? I can tell from your appearance."

Kurt didn't say anything but seemed upset, clutching his head in his hands.

"It's okay. I won't tell anyone. But can I call you Kurt?" I wrapped my arm around his waist to pull him closer to me and we attached our foreheads together. Kurt startled and his face went red.

"Kurt…" I whispered his name. I stared into his eyes, but he quickly looked away.

What?

No one removed their eyes from me like this. I was slightly shocked. Because guys usually moonily stared back at me when I stared into their eyes at this point-blank range.

As I cupped his head and tried to kiss, he pushed me back. "What the hell?"

"I-I'm so sorry."

"What do you mean 'I'm sorry'? Does your company have a no-kiss rule or something?"

"No, they don't…"

"You're the first person who refused my kiss!" I wasn't amused and pulled away from Kurt. But he grabbed the hem of my shirt. "What? If you don't wanna do it, just go home. I don't need my money back."

"I… I haven't done it before. Today is my first day of this job, and..."

"What are you talking about?"

"The kiss… I've never kissed someone," Kurt confessed.

"That's why you don't wanna kiss?"

"No. I mean… I'm nervous," Kurt lowered his eyes with flushed cheeks, his hand still holding the hem. I narrowed my eyes. A feeling that I wanted to tease him was emerging.

I nibbled Kurt's earlobe and sucked his neck. He moaned. Ha… He was sensitive. "Anyways, let's have sex."

Kurt shut his mouth. Yeah, I knew that was coming.

"If you haven't kissed yet, you haven't had sex before, have you? I'll be gentle, so c'mere," I held out my hand.

Kurt took it and sat down on the bed.

… … …

I got him on all fours and wet his pink hole on his pale skin. It was twitching, and I put my tongue inside and licked around.

"Oh God…" Kurt moaned. My saliva went down Kurt's perineum and wet around his balls. His body was beautiful and his skin felt moist, soft and nice. As I licked his hole, I also sucked his ass cheeks and inner thighs. Before I knew it, I had left many marks on his skin.

"It's quite crazy that you're losing your V-card doing a job like this, you know," I damped my thumb with lots of saliva and put it into the hole.

"I… really need money…" Kurt whimpered because it was his first time and probably he didn't know how to relax.

"That's so typical," adding one more finger and kept moving them in and out. His hole emitted vulgar noise. "You're cute. You're gonna be popular."

"Am I cute?"

"Yeah," I nibbled Kurt's ass cheek again, making him moan. "That's it. Relax just like that," I put my hand around his cock and pumped it, while I put the fingers deeper and kept stirring inside of him. Kurt's cock was wet from the pre-cum, meaning he was feeling good by being rimmed. "Lie on your back."

Kurt did slowly what I told him and looked me up with the feverish, glazed eyes. That was it. Guys who had sex with me would look at me with those eyes.

I was aware that I was popular among boys. That was why I was shocked when Kurt refused my kiss. He impressed me in that way.

I kept inserting my fingers as I caressed Kurt's neck and ears, thoroughly licking his whole body to ease the tension. Kurt's moan was weak at first, but it changed to a muffled one which came from deep sighs. Without even noticing, Kurt's arms were around my back, he looked like he wanted some more.

Interesting.

I looked at his look and our eyes were met. Kurt attached his lips on mine hungrily. When our lips were apart, he cupped my head, smashed our lips again and tasted it.

"This is not your first time, is it?" I asked him.

"It is!" Kurt answered. I opened the wrapper of a condom with my teeth and glanced at him with my eyebrow raised.

Once his eyes caught the condom, his face changed and his body was trembling.

"Are you scared?" I asked him.

"Yes… Actually, I wanna go home."

Go home? Nobody said that to me before.

"You… Are you really gonna put that big thing in me? That's impossible… Ah!"

Having got annoyed by the word 'impossible,' I pushed myself inside of him without warning. His words got on my nerves. I liked the part where he complimented my size though.

"It hurts…" Kurt winced.

"Of course, because this is not a finger. Fuck, you're so tight."

"You said you would be gentle! You liar!" Kurt punched my chest with his fist.

I moved my hips forward and started thrusting.

"Ow!" Kurt shouted. He squeezed tight inside from the pain and I groaned for its pressure. His eyes were getting wet and soon, a tear left a streak on the cheek.

I stared at Kurt's crying face, even forgetting moving my hips. He closed his eyes, probably trying to bear up under the pain. The tears were now flowing down from both of his eyes. His wet long eyelashes were bundled and shining.

Kurt realized I wasn't moving and lifted his eyelids up a little. The peacock blue eyes caught my eyes.

"Why aren't you moving?" Kurt asked.

"You're in pain, aren't you? You're crying…" I wiped his tears with my finger and kissed his eye. When I kissed his lips next, he didn't refuse but closed his eyes and welcomed it. I felt his sweet sigh and as I put my tongue into his mouth, he sometimes sucked it, emitting the voice that sounded like crying.

I was the one who had been having sex just to get off, but now I was simply kissing Kurt, not moving inside of him. I sucked his tongue, traced the row of teeth, licked the upper jaw and inserted my tongue deeply into his mouth as much as it could go. We kissed for a long time until Kurt's mouth was filled with our saliva and spilled over. Kurt's tongue was sweet. His everything was sweet. His rose-pink lips slightly reddened and glistened with the saliva.

I pecked on his lips and finally pulled away. Kurt wasn't crying anymore but his face was flushed. Did I suffocate him? His eyes carried a confusion, so I stared at him, but he looked away. Again.

When I was about to let out a sigh, Kurt set his eyes on mine feverishly this time. What's going on?

Kurt cupped my cheeks with both hands and leaned in. A kiss from him. I thought he got annoyed by my kisses, but now he wanted it? It didn't make any sense.

"You can move," Kurt whispered.

"If it hurts that much, I can stop."

"I'm giving you a go. You can move."

"If it's okay, I will, but if you cry again, I'm stopping." My words might have bothered him. He made sad eyes. I pressed my lips on his eye again, trying to soothe him. His eyes were widened and he stared at me. "What?"

"Do you do these things to other people?"

"I don't know. I've never been aware of it."

"You're a playboy."

"It's natural for me to be sweet to cute boys."

Kurt was flushed.

"You flush a lot," I murmured, slowly rubbing his cheek. Kurt squirmed. No, it was more like he was feeling ecstasy. He moaned. Then suddenly, I felt warmth around my stomach. Kurt came under me, even though I wasn't moving. "Did you just come?"

"Because you touched me like that!"

I didn't know why I was being screamed at.

"Did you really come?"

"I can't believe this… You just rubbed my cheek and I felt good. This is so embarrassing and I wanna die..."

I didn't know what to say.

"Forget it! Just, move!" Kurt snapped. He was a terrible escort. But he gave me a permission to move, so I did. Since it didn't move smoothly like it used to, I scooped Kurt's jizz and spread it around his hole. Kurt's face had changed and he breathed out, furrowing his eyebrows.

I started moving my hips with a slow pace at first, seeing how Kurt was doing. He was looking at me, licking his half-opened lips over and over. He then closed his eyes, feeling my thrusts and started to vocalize. The bed rocked, making a squeak and Kurt's body underneath me was shaking. His voice was high, so his moan was quite adorable.

I sucked his neck which was right there, pounding into him more. I reached his cock and stroked it. Every time my hand was sliding his shaft, it made a lewd, wet sound.

"Oh fuck, Blaine…!"

All of a sudden, Kurt cried my name and I came.

"I… I'm gonna come…" Kurt reached an intense orgasm and shot his load one after another, his cum pooling around his belly button. The volume of his cum was a lot, as if he hadn't touched himself for a while. White jizz spattered all over Kurt's body, making my hand, which was holding his cock, messy.

Kurt was breathing heavily while I was confused. I'd had sex countless times, but coming miserably this fast never happened before.

He called my name one time and I came. It was embarrassing and I wanted to die, just like Kurt came only by my touch of his cheek.

I withdrew myself from Kurt's ass and sat with my back to him. I couldn't take in what just happened.

I pulled out a cigarette from the nightstand and lighted it. I couldn't hide my agitation against catastrophic disaster which I'd never experienced.

Kurt crawled towards me, the springs of the bed creaked. "Hey… What's wrong?"

His words irritated me and I gave him a death glare. But then I saw Kurt was there with his own cum all over him. It looked so erotic that I erected in split seconds. Why was all of this happening!? I had no idea what was going on.

I inhaled smoke a few times and breathed out all at once. Great, now I was choking.

"Are you okay?" Kurt touched my shoulder. It felt wet.

"Your hand is covered with cum," I said, looking over him.

"Oh… Sorry."

I sighed and was about to put my hands on my head.

"Your hands, too!" Kurt shouted and I stopped right before my hands reached to the head. I smoked with that hand instead.

"You smoke." Kurt stated.

"Only when I got frustrated," I continued to smoke.

"Is it me?"

"It's me."

"Why?"

"I don't wanna tell you."

We both went quiet.

As the cigarette was getting short, I pulled an ash tray out from the nightstand and put it out. My erected cock calmed down. I took off the condom and tied it closed.

Kurt snuggled up to me. "Do you wanna do it again?" He pressed himself against my back. I felt the cum on his body on my back.

"Kurt, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"Cause you don't look at me."

"You're a trouble."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing!"

"Why you don't tell me?" Kurt tightened his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder. He sometimes even kissed on my shoulder tip.

What is this? This is almost like…

I felt uncomfortable at this sweet atmosphere. Kurt was acting distant at first but I've noticed he was now talking to me, a customer, as equals. He must have relaxed after his first job.

I took Kurt's hand and went into the shower stool. The hot water sprayed my body and washed off the mess. Kurt was looking at me from a tad distance.

"Come over here. You can't take a shower from there," I told him.

Kurt came over, and I poured some body wash onto my hand. Rubbing my hands together, making the foam and put it on Kurt's body. "By the way, you came a lot. You haven't jerked off yourself recently?"

"I-I usually don't do that much."

"Really? I can't believe it."

Kurt's cum reached up to his chin. I circled there with my finger to wash it off. Kurt's body twitched every time I touched him. "Does this feel good?"

"Yeah…"

Kurt's nipples were taut without being touched. He closed his eyes, enjoying the stimulation caused by my touch.

"You look hot," I rolled his nipples with my fingers, making him moan. "You have an instinct for this. I think you're gonna be a success in your company."

Kurt still trembled when I touched him but he didn't say anything about what I said.

"Will you ask me again next time?" Kurt then blurted out and I widened my eyes.

"No."

Kurt stopped my hand which was washing his body.

"Was it boring because it was my first time? I'm not good enough?" He gave me an up-from-under look, even though he was slightly taller than me. He had an imploring look in his eyes with so much passion, that I wanted to look away.

"It's not that. I called the service out of curiosity. I used this for the first and the last time," I explained to him.

"It wasn't fun to have sex with me?"

"It wasn't," I said clearly. Kurt's face twisted for a moment.

"Maybe you're right, because it was my first time…"

"We're done."

"No."

"What do you mean 'no'? I'm a customer and you gave me the service, right?"

"I guess so… But can we see personally then?"

"No we can't. It's a hassle."

Kurt peeped at me from beneath of his lashes again. He had a tearful look on his face.

"What? Do you have feelings for me now?" I asked him.

He lowered his eyes. "Is it a bad thing to have a special feeling for you?"

"It's just because I'm your first, you're only confused."

"I'm not!"

His imploring eyes made me uncomfortable. Stop looking at me like that!

"You're gonna say the same thing to anyone who you have sex with and take money, aren't you!?" As I said in disgust, a slapping sound echoed and Kurt stormed out of the shower stool. He put his clothes on, not caring about his still wet body, and he left the apartment without looking back.

My cheek Kurt hit was throbbing. "Ouch…"

When I returned to the bedroom, I saw something on the floor. I picked it up and it was a nice-feeling skull-patterned scarf. This is not my taste. I instantly knew who this belonged to.

"You can't leave something here." Kurt's scent tickled my nose. I nuzzled against the scarf and inhale the scent. My cock reacted. I got confused and threw the scarf on the bed.

It was Kurt's smell that I remember.

Once I remembered, my cock was getting harder and harder, making my head spinning.

We spent a mere one hour and a bit and had sex.

He called my name just one time. His soft, high-pitched voice called my name when he reached his orgasm.

"Blaine…!"

"Kurt…" I hauled in the scarf and breathed the scent in. My cock hardened again. "This can't be happening…"

Remembering Kurt, I gripped my cock with the same strength as the tightness of the inside of Kurt's ass. And I indulged in masturbation. Because it was my first time doing it while thinking about a specific person, my mind was swirling in confusion.

To Be Continued.