Author's Note: Happy 2014 Everyone! And what does 2014 bring? A new chapter! That's right my lovelies, you wanted another chapter, you got another chapter.

Enjoy! :)

No beta. All mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing, nothing. No profit made etc. See Chapter 1 for more elaborate disclaimer.

*WARNING* for all the same warnings and kinks as last chapter. This is smut, just dirty smut...with some sprinkles of plot and background. And if you don't like that, this story ain't for you.

Again, warned.

~C.J.


(Chapter 2)

Rule number two, just don't get attached to…

Blaine stared at the sleeping face beside him, mind racing with the events—oh my god, so hot events—that happened last night. He fucked a man, didn't get paid, said those forbidden three words, let himself be on the receiving end of pleasure, SLEPT OVER, ugh. The list continued. The escort didn't know what he was going to do with himself, never mind explain to Brody and Santana what the hell just happened. He should get up, and leave, right now. Take his money, his clothes, and just fucking g—

Kurt scrunched up his face and made the most adorable little sleepy sound Blaine had ever heard. A pale hand came up to scrub at his flawless nose and wipe down over his mouth. He licked his lips sleepily before nuzzling back into the soft pillow. Well, goddammit. How could Blaine ever want to sneak away from that? Instead, Blaine chuckled quietly, lifting his own hand up to push Kurt's hair away from his forehead. An act that had the beautiful man humming contentedly, "S'm…g'back ta shleep."

Reality always had a way of kicking you the balls, didn't it? That's right. He'd been paid to do a job, pleasure a man who'd been looking for companionship. What did he think was going to happen? Kurt would wake up and want to be with Blaine instead? Pfft. Once Kurt remembers his 'hubby' is nothing more than a damn prostitute, Blaine will just be back at the hotel, waiting for Santana to give him his next client.

The thought brought angry tears to his eyes. Why couldn't he have met Kurt before Brody, before he'd been introduced to this 'lifestyle'? He cupped Kurt's sleeping face and pressed his lips urgently against Kurt's mouth, moving them against the man's slack lips. If this was the last time Blaine was going to be with Kurt, kiss him, taste him, touch him, then dammit he was going to make the most of it. Blaine stiffened, however, when he felt and heard the sleeping man awake enough to gasp into the surprise kiss. He froze, mouth still slightly open and olive hand still cupping Kurt's soft warm cheek.

He let Kurt pull back from him, those blue eyes blinking open blearily. Once they locked with hazel, an array of emotions flickered across those glasz eyes, confusion, recollection, panic, and then what seemed like embarrassment. For several long minutes, both men just stared at one another. Neither one broke eye contact, nor did either one find the words to speak. Kurt's eyes were wide, and guarded, searching Blaine's face for answers to questions he hadn't even formulated yet. But all he could see was the gorgeous man who'd made him feel special, not to mention immense pleasure. His cheeks tinged pink, while his still sore hole clenched at the memory and his body shuddered with want at the spark of pain the dull throb between his legs gave off. After one night, his body already missed having Blaine inside. He could still remember it, feel it even. How Blaine's tongue licked inside of him, how his fingers touched him, how his cock spread him open and pounded into him until Kurt's hole was left used, gaping, and just utterly fucked.

Kurt's breaths were coming out harsher now, pinked cheeks flushing into a redder and more aroused color. Putting aside the fact that this was probably a bad idea and a way of lashing out because his ex-fiancé was a cheater, Kurt surged forward to kiss Blaine again. He pressed his sleep warm body against Blaine's and pushed forward until he was lying on top of him, sheets slipping down to around their hips as they moved. Kurt pried Blaine's lips apart and licked into his hot wet mouth, moaning when Blaine began to reciprocate just as desperately. Olive hands traveled over his naked body, one threading into his messy chestnut hair and the other roaming over his back. Blaine grunted at the forcefulness, and groaned at the feeling of Kurt sucking on his tongue. He yanked on Kurt's hair, making the blue-eyed boy gasp. Blaine took the opportunity to suck on Kurt's bottom lip, nipping it playfully before he turned them onto their sides once more. Kurt whined softly when he was placed back down, the slight pressure on his lower half a bit uncomfortable and made him squirm.

Blaine's expression softened, a sympathetic smile spreading across his face. He reached over and petted Kurt's flank, going lower until his hand caressed over Kurt's hip, and then came to rest on his no doubt sore bottom. Pecking Kurt's lips lightly, he asked, "Sore?" Kurt bit his lower lip shyly, blushing at the question, but nodding just the same. Blaine chuckled, "Well, guess I better run us that bubble bath, huh?"

The breathtaking smile that lit up Kurt's face was enough to make Blaine forget about his earlier quandary.


Blaine turned off the water and stared in horror at the mess in front of him. The bathtub was overrun with a mountain of bubbles and it smelled like a bunch of berries decided to have an orgy in the bathroom. He'd wanted Kurt to have a relaxing bath with him when he spotted complimentary bubble balls. When he dropped one in, nothing happened. Then he dropped another one in, still nothing. So like an idiot he tossed in a couple more. One of the balls had finally dissolved and bubbles gradually started to appear in the tub. Happy with himself, Blaine then spotted a box of bath bombs, the fizzy blackberry kind. Deciding that the smell might be kind of nice, he tossed a couple of those in as well. Blaine had left the tub for maybe a minute to tell Kurt that the bath was ready, and when he came back there was a fruity bubble monster in the tub. Shit.

There was a giggle off to the side of him, Kurt peeking in from the bedroom with a bed sheet wrapped around his waist. Blaine pouted, "Um…I used some bubbles."

"I can see that." He smiled, immediately blushing when he realized Blaine was standing completely naked in the bathroom. Blaine's abdomen contracted as he fidgeted and his nipples were peaked due to the slightly cool air in the room. Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat, because Blaine's soft but still impressive cock hanging between his toned hairy thighs was VERY distracting. He cleared his throat awkwardly, looking away from his gawking and wrapping the sheet tighter around his lower body. Despite the praise he got from Blaine last night, he was still self-conscious about his trimmed, lithe frame when compared to someone as brawny and muscular as the olive-skinned man in front of him.

Blaine smirked at the sudden coyness Kurt was showing, considering last night he'd been so insatiable and shameless. He strutted over towards the slightly taller male, placing his hands on those pale hips. When Kurt ducked his head and shied away from the touch, Blaine snorted. "You're telling me after last night's performance you're still afraid to show a little skin?"

Kurt let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Well, excuse me. We can't all look as tanned and chiseled as you."

"So what? I like the way you look. I wasn't lying last night. You are damn sexy." Blaine placed his hands back on Kurt's hips and slowly pulled the sheet from around his waist. "Trust me, okay?"

Kurt nodded mutely, shivering at the cool air that brushed against his nether regions. He allowed Blaine to thread their fingers together and lead him to the massive square tub. The blue-eyed male smiled in thanks as the other helped him into the warm bubbly water. Kurt proceeded to lower himself slowly, moaning loudly at the soothing feeling the hot water provided for him. He shifted around carefully, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in that didn't put too much pressure on his sore bottom. Then he sighed happily, sliding lower so the water reached just below his chest.

Blaine pretty much just climbed in and flopped down in the water on the opposite side, causing Kurt to chuckle because the bubbles and water sloshed around with his movements. They both sat in silence for a while with their heads leant back on the tub's edge, letting the heated water and bath balls work their magic on the tired muscles. After a few minutes, Blaine picked his head back up, parting the sea of bubbles in front of him so he could better see Kurt. "How do you feel about getting to know each other?"

"Besides the fact that I'm no longer engaged and you're a high-end escort?"

"What makes you think I'm high-end?"

"Because you go by escort and not…um…hooker?" Kurt stated carefully and picking his head back up as well. He wasn't trying to judge or offend him in all honesty.

Blaine nodded thoughtfully, "Thanks, I guess. But, uh…would you be interested?"

"In the 'get to know each other' thing?"

"Yeah."

Kurt smiled teasingly, "Love me, fuck me, and then get to know me? I may not have dated very much, but I think that's a bit backwards."

Blaine laughed, "I suppose so, but I've broken every other rule at this point. Might as well do the rest."

"Rules?"

"Never mind. Um…let's see. Well, shit. What's your last name? If you don't mind me asking?"

"Hummel. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel."

"Awesome. Mine's Blaine Devon Anderson."

"I like it."

"Thanks, now I don't have to change it."

Kurt giggled, "You're funny."

Blaine blushed. "I try."

"Would it be all right if I asked what you do for a living? Or is this…" He gestured between them. "Pretty much it?"

"It's fine. I'm one of many sound technicians for a production studio here in New York. Doesn't pay what I need it to, hence this moonlighting job, I've got student loans to pay off so…" Blaine shrugged. Not the glamorous life he thought he'd lead, but it is what it is.

"What did you want to do?" Kurt asked, beyond curious.

"Singer, songwriter, Broadway at one point. I got a music degree and everything from NYU, but I guess the biz just wasn't in the market for someone like me."

"And that led to you escorting?"

"Kind of. My dad wanted me to go to law school or medical school. I even got into Yale, but it just wasn't me, ya know? He refused to give me my college fund when I told him I was going to be majoring in music, so I went to school on a bunch of loans. At NYU, I met my friend Brody. Only after we graduated and I got my job at the studio did I realize how much I was struggling financially. I told him about it one day, and he finally revealed to me what that damn beeper was for. I swear, for the longest time I thought he was a drug dealer or something. Brody told me about this organization, what he did, how much he made, and it just seemed too good to be true. Like this could get me out of the hole I dug myself in." Blaine explained.

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows, "I take it…escorting didn't turn out to be as dazzling as you thought it'd be?"

Blaine snorted humorlessly, "Understatement. I couldn't even go through with my first job. Bolted once the guy went to change into something 'more comfortable.' Santana, she's the one who hands out the clients, was pissed."

"I'm sorry."

"Not your fault, and she yelled at me in Spanish so I didn't even understand what names she called me." He tried to lighten the mood. "Anyways, the next client was a woman and it wasn't as nerve-racking as the first time. Sebastian, another escort friend, suggested I try just having female clients after that. Personally, I think it was because he just wanted all the male clients for himself, but I didn't care. It worked. I started getting requested, got some regulars, got paid, and was even able to start paying back the loans. Now I'm here, soaking in your bathtub." Okay, so it wasn't all as simple as that, especially not after last night, but the less dense version is always better.

"Wow."

"Yup, so if it makes you feel any better. You're the first male client I've ever had."

"It makes me feel a bit better, I suppose. But, then why did you take me on as a client for the night?" Kurt questioned.

"Did you forget the part where you offered to pay triple? I'm still kind of in debt, and the money would have helped me pay off a hefty amount." Tilting his head, Blaine inquired, "Speaking of which, what do you do for a living? Must be something pretty impressive if you were able to splurge on this hotel room and little ol' me."

Kurt sunk lower in the tub, "Not really, I'm just a photographer in Los Angeles."

"Hey, that's cool! My brother is an actor out there."

"Really? Would I have heard of him?"

Blaine cleared his throat and sung, "Know your score, Free Credit Rating Today Dot Com! Slash Savings!"

Kurt stared at Blaine for a moment, "Nope, never heard of him."

"What? Seriously?"

Kurt splashed water at Blaine and huffed, "Are you crazy!? Cooper Anderson is the face of the fastest growing international credit rating website! I have the jingle as my alarm!"

Blaine rolled his eyes and splashed some water back at Kurt. "Sheesh, why don't you be his manager then?"

"You know, this is kind of ironic."

"Huh?"

"My fiancé…I mean…my ex, Sam, he almost got that commercial."

"Seriously?"

"Uhuh, he totally dislikes your brother for taking it from him." Kurt started to snicker, "Oh my God, I slept with the brother, of the guy, my cheating ex-fiancé hates. This could not be more perfect."

Blaine chuckled too, "I can't wait to tell Cooper."

"Please do, and let him know I'd be willing to photograph some new headshots of him. Free of charge."

"Oh jeez, a fan who will gush over him and give him free headshots. He might marry y—oh. Sorry, I f-forgot."

Kurt prodded at some bubbles, "It's all right. It was funny."

Blaine quirked his lips to the side, "You said before that this was all on Sam's dime, right? W-What exactly does he do? Wait, is that out of line?"

Kurt shook his head, "No, I basically brought up all my problems about him last night, and you were so honest with me…" He sighed. "The thing is, Sam is actually a pretty big deal to a lot of people. He's a model and…uh…he's the spokesperson for CoverBoy." Blaine's mouth dropped open. "Thus, the spiteful splurging."

"Whoa…wait, wait. You're not about to tell me that blonde guy with the washboard abs and package the size of a BMW is your ex-fiancé, are you?"

"So you've seen his ad, then?"

"They're on every billboard, bus, and that commercial comes on all the time. In the one for CoverBoy hair gel, his hair looks like a field of golden wheat. I wish I could afford Coverboy hair gel all the time. Stuff tames my hair like nobody's business!"

Kurt chuckled at Blaine's enthusiasm, "CoverBoy always dumps a bunch of free sample on me. I think there's a brand new jar in my suitcase. You can have it if you want. Personally, I'm addicted to their hairspray." When Blaine got a confused look on his face, Kurt asked, "What?"

"But why would they give you…oh, OH. Holy crow, you're a photographer for CoverBoy, aren't you?" Blaine guessed, eyes wide in awe.

Kurt chuckled nervously, "Guilty."

"And…all those ads, his pictures, you're the one who shot them." It wasn't a question.

"Again, guilty."

"Why on earth wouldn't you boast about something like that?" Blaine asked incredulously.

"Because like you, it isn't what I thought I'd be doing with my life."

"But I've seen those ads, your ex is hot and all, but the photos are amazing all their own."

Kurt shook his head, "The only reason I'm a photographer is because CoverBoy wouldn't take Sam on as a model unless I agreed to work for them." When Blaine tilted his head, Kurt scrubbed a hand over his face. "I was majoring in musical theatre at NYADA and interning at Vogue Dot Com when Sam moved to New York. We went to high school together, and he wanted to be a male model so bad. Some modeling agency said he needed excellent headshots and needed to lose a few pounds, so he did. But he couldn't afford professional headshots, and I couldn't loan him the money. I was just as broke. So instead I borrowed a camera from Vogue and we did our own little photo shoot in our quaint little Bushwick apartment. Then he sent them to all these different agencies, and I guess someone from CoverBoy liked them."

Blaine let out a disbelieving laugh, "That was nice of you. But where does CoverBoy and you come in?"

"Right. Well, CoverBoy was still trying to become as well known as CoverGirl, but they hadn't found the right photographer with a vision that matched what they were going for. Then they saw the shots I took of Sam, and they loved it. They wanted to meet with me." Kurt finished off quietly, like he was ashamed of the offer.

Blaine felt something click in his head, "They never wanted Sam, did they?"

Kurt shook his head sadly, "Once Sam found that out, he begged me to take the job and make a deal that if I accepted, they'd have to make Sam a model for them. He said his entire future was riding on me, a-and I had a crush on him since junior year…"

"So you gave up your dreams to make him happy?"

He sniffed, "I guess I did. I quit Vogue Dot Com, dropped out of NYADA, and the both of us were moved to LA. Only this past year has Sam gained some momentum as the front man for CoverBoy. He's the face that everyone knows now."

"And how…how did you guys get together?"

"Once we were in LA, Sam was so happy to have gotten a foot in the door. He did small things for CoverBoy, tried out for other commercials like the free credit rating one, lots of stuff. He may not have been a big deal back then, but it was a start. Then randomly, after he was cast in some foot cream commercial, he asked me out on a date. Well known or not, he was still hot enough to get any girl he wanted. Yet, he chose me. I thought I'd finally gotten a chance with my dream guy." Kurt mused bitterly.

Blaine frowned, "I'm sorry."

"Why? You're not the one who cheated on me, the one I gave up my entire life for, nor are you the one who said 'I love you' for three years and obviously didn't mean it." Kurt bit out, eyes already beginning to well up with tears.

"Kurt…"

"I know he was probably just using me…using my job with CoverBoy. Keep me happy so I wouldn't quit, because if I quit they'd have no reason to keep him around, would they? No wonder he never had a problem with the no sex thing. He didn't care or want me the way I did him. I'm such a fucking, delusional, IDIOT." He chastised himself, trying to pull his knees up so he could wrap his arms around them protectively, but instead he just hissed in pain. Kurt whimpered at the movement, squirming at the soreness he still felt.

"Still sore?" Blaine asked sympathetically.

Kurt huffed indignantly, "No."

Blaine gave him an amused smile. "Come here."

"What? No."

"Just…trust me."

Kurt met Blaine's hazel eyes for a moment, wondering if he was being pitied, but all he saw was warm sincerity. After debating for a moment longer, Kurt moved across the tub until he was right in front of Blaine. He squeaked in surprise when Blaine wrapped an arm around his waist and maneuvered him until he was straddling the dark-haired man below him. "Bl-Blaine?"

"Hmm?" He hummed, smoothing a hand down Kurt's lower back soothingly.

"W-What are you d-doing?" Kurt shivered, biting down on his lower lip when Blaine proceeded to trail his fingers between Kurt's cheeks.

"You know the saying, 'hair of the dog that bit you'?" Blaine teased, pressing a wet finger against Kurt's sore entrance.

Kurt gasped at the sensation and gripped his hands onto Blaine's shoulders, spreading his legs over the man's lap. "Uhuh…"

"Same concept." Blaine then pressed two fingers into Kurt, groaning at how they slipped inside easily. Fuck, he was still stretched from last night. One hand held onto Kurt's hip, while the other moved two fingers in and out of Kurt's hole. Kurt's jaw went slack at having something moving inside him again, the pain and pleasure of it making his hips move without his consent. Blaine watched Kurt's face as the beautiful man closed his eyes, pale hips grinding against his fingers, trying to suck them deeper into his body. Shit, he could feel his dick hardening fast under the water. "Fuck baby, can you take another already?"

"Yes…yes, please."

Blaine wriggled in another, moving the three fingers inside of Kurt faster, deeper. "Not hurting you, right? Feel good?"

Kurt keened at the slight burn that came with the other finger, fucking himself harder on the three thrusting into him. "So good, always good to me." Blaine started wiggling his fingers around more, searching for that spot he found last night. "FUCK!" The hazel-eyed man smiled wickedly, making sure to rub the pads of his fingers over that spot incessantly. He massaged those bundles of nerves, determined to bring Kurt back to that point of pure ecstasy. "Oh, oh, Blaine, BLAINE!" Kurt nearly sobbed out, hole squeezing around Blaine's fingers deliciously as his orgasm was wrung from him.

Blaine kept playing with Kurt's prostate as he came, moving his other hand up to Kurt's head so he could bring him in for a messy kiss. Kurt felt his legs slide further apart as he fully settled into Blaine's lap, letting the other man control the kiss. The blue-eyed man trailed one of his hands from Blaine's shoulder, down his lightly hairy torso, all the way to the cock he knew was hard for him. Blaine pulled their lips apart to moan, "Kurt…"

"Got hard from just fingering me, honey?" Kurt breathed hotly, resting the side of their cheeks together. He whimpered when Blaine resumed the thrusting of his fingers, as if answering in agreement. Kurt just tightened his fist around Blaine, stroking the shorter male's cock hard and fast.

"Yeah, love playing with you—shit, tighter, come on—wish I could just play with your pretty hole all the time." He groaned, fucking up into Kurt's fist. "Dammit, already close."

Kurt chuckled at the admission; damn near purring when Blaine's fingers suddenly struck his prostate particularly hard. "S'okay, didn't last long either. You can cum for me, baby. Wanna see you cum again."

Blaine slammed his hips up into Kurt's fist one last time, crying out Kurt's name as he came into the water between them. He thumped his head back against the edge of the tub, breathing heavily as he basked in his afterglow. The tickle of Kurt's hair against his neck let him know Kurt had placed his head on his chest, sighing contently from the pleasure they just felt. Blaine chuckled, "Take it my idea worked?"

"Mhmm…" Kurt nodded, stiffening when Blaine's fingers unconsciously shifted inside him. "Blaine, you can take them out now."

Blaine smirked, stretching all three of his fingers apart purposely. Kurt moaned in response. "Ya sure? You seem to like them there."

"Blaaaiiine." He whined.

"All right, all right." Blaine gingerly eased his fingers from Kurt. "But we should probably just hop in the shower. There's too much cum in this water and we didn't even really clean ourselves up."

"Well, that was mainly your fault."

"Meh, semantics."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Fine, but no funny business, and we order room service afterwards. Because I don't know about you, but my Gaga I'm starving!"

"Whatever you say my darling husband."

"I'm divorcing you."

Blaine sniffed dramatically, "All by myseeeeelf."

"…"

"What?"

"I have no words for you."


Plates clattered to the floor, the two men kissing on top of the glass table were what caused it. Both of them were in fluffy bathrobes, Kurt's back flat on the table while Blaine hovered over him and kissed him fiercely. Now that they were both satisfied food-wise, there was another hunger that demanded their attention. Kurt groaned into Blaine's mouth, simultaneously undoing the olive-skinned man's bathrobe. "I want you."

Blaine nodded, kissing Kurt again. "Bedroom?"

"No." Kurt said, voice strong and commanding. "I want you to take me right here, right now, on this table."

Blaine felt his dick twitch violently; the thought alone was making him hard. "Yeah, hell yeah. Does my lovely husband want me fuck him over this very table? Split you open on my dick like I did last night?"

Kurt moaned loudly, nodding his consent. "Yes, please. Missed having my hubby deep inside me, need your fat cock stretching me open. Been thinking about it since I woke up."

Blaine pressed his lips against Kurt's dirty talking mouth. Damn, to think he was a virgin just a few hours ago. "Anything you want. Anything for my husband. Stay here. Let me go get some more supplies." He hopped off of Kurt quickly, almost sprinting towards the bedroom.

Taking the opportunity to catch his breath, Kurt sat up on the table, his loosened robe falling off his shoulders and into the crooks of his elbows. His milky white skin had several love bites and a couple handprints on his hips from where Blaine had been gripping him last night. He was the vision of pure sex sitting on that table, especially with his dick standing out flushed and hard. It's the sight a fully disrobed Blaine was greeted with when he emerged from the bathroom, a quiet, awe-filled 'goddamn' leaving his lips. Kurt smirked at Blaine, leaning back on his elbows and spreading his legs in invitation. "See something you like, honey?"

It was easier this way, the fantasy. Reality was so much harder to deal with. Kurt found it easier to pretend that he was having multiple rounds of amazing sex with Blaine, his husband, rather than Blaine, hired escort. And if Blaine found himself going along with it…well, his reasons for doing so were his business, weren't they? "Just thinking how lucky I am you married me."

"You got that right. Now get over here."

Blaine couldn't get to Kurt fast enough, immediately attaching his lips to one of Kurt's nipples to tease and suck. Kurt threw his head back at the action, holding onto Blaine's loosened curls as he kissed and sucked hickies down his body. He removed the rest of Kurt's robe for him, and pushed the other man down until his back was lying on the glass table once more. Blaine slid Kurt up a little bit; the glass squeaking as bare skin was moved against it. Kurt shoved some more plates and silver ware away from their bodies, tensing just a bit as Blaine pushed his long legs apart, exposing him. He jumped a bit, Blaine's prodding finger caressing over his sensitive hole. "Fuck, you have no idea how sexy you look. Legs spread, hole still loose and begging to be filled. Can't wait to pound into that beautiful body again. Gonna make you scream."

Kurt whined, hitching his hips towards Blaine's teasing fingers. "Love, please. Don't tease me right now." Blaine nodded; reaching over to the other packet of lube he'd brought with him and ripped it open. He squeezed a good amount on his fingers, warming it up slightly before pressing three into Kurt. The blue-eyed man moaned when he suddenly had three appendages thrusting into him, twisting and stretching inside. Blaine watched, transfixed as Kurt's hole swallowed up his fingers. His rim was puffy and flushed pink, glistening with the lube he was using to open him up. It was enough to have him hard and leaking against his abdomen, and to satisfy his own need to see just how much he could get Kurt to stretch around him, Blaine added a forth finger. Kurt's response was immediate. He clenched down tightly around the invading fingers, a high-pitched scream escaping his lips when he felt the pleasant burn. "Uh…uh…Blaine…Blaine, w-what are you d-doing?" He gasped out, whining near the end when he felt all those fingers strike that pleasurable spot.

Blaine caressed Kurt's rim with his thumb, enough to relax him so he could resume his explorations. "I told you, angel. I like playing with you."

"Please, darling. Just want you. Want you to remind me how good your cock feels inside me." He pleaded, whimpering when he felt Blaine's fingers finally leave his body.

The short man opened the condom he retrieved from the bedroom and rolled it onto his aching dick. He reached out and pulled Kurt off the table, flipping the taller male over so he was lying on his stomach with his ass in the air. Blaine squeezed the last remnants of the lube into his hand and spread it over his hard member. He lined himself up with Kurt's stretched entrance, leaning down to kiss the back of Kurt's neck sweetly. "I really do love you." Blaine whispered to him, and slowly—very slowly—began pushing his cock into his lover.

Kurt shuddered against the cool glass table, wondering if it was Blaine's words that caused it, or the thick cock sliding into his willing body. His hands scrambled for leverage, but Kurt just settled for holding himself up on his elbows. Kurt loved how possessive Blaine's hands felt when they held onto his hips. He pushed back onto Blaine's hard member, humming happily when he felt the other bottom out. Blaine rested his sweaty forehead between Kurt's pale shoulder blades, grinding his hips into the maddeningly tight heat. He felt Kurt arch his back and spread his legs further, silently giving him permission to move. "Honey, you can fuck me now. I'm ready."

Blaine answered by pulling out and pushing back in, both aroused males moaning at the action. Kurt hung his head as Blaine thrust into him from behind, letting out pleased little grunts every time those hips snapped into his slender frame. The new position had Blaine's dick slamming into him at a different angle, the head of his cock grazing Kurt's prostate on every snap inside. Blaine kept up a steady rhythm, their hips and balls smacking against each other. "Such a good little husband for me. Look at you, taking me so well. Fucking gorgeous, baby."

Kurt nodded absently, pale body jostling forward with the force Blaine was pounding into him. "Harder, please. Need you."

He snapped his hips more roughly, taking pride in the guttural groan Kurt let out. "This what you need, darling? Need me pounding into your loose, fucked out hole?" The high-pitched keen he got from Kurt was answer enough for him. Blaine began to piston his hips in and out of Kurt, riding the pale ass harshly, loving the sound of their wet skin smacking together. "Love this, don't you? Love having your husband's dick stuffed inside you." When Kurt silently nodded, Blaine slid a hand down to loosely wrap around Kurt's hard member. Kurt let out a frustrated sound, wanting Blaine to tighten the fist around him. "Tell me, Kurt. Tell me how you love it. Tell me, and I'll let you cum."

Kurt grimaced at the request, trying to find acceptable words through his sex hazy brain. "Love it. Love the feeling of your big cock—oh god, yes, yes—s-spreading me, fucking me. Been without it for so long. Now I want it all the time. Love your cock. L-Love you." That's what did it. Blaine came with those two words, spilling into the condom while he fucked into Kurt. He panted heavily above Kurt, tightening his hold on the other's hip to keep himself from tipping over. Blaine had no idea sex with Kurt could get any better, any yet, it had.

The pale man squirmed and hitched his hips under him, causing Blaine to direct his attention back to the still hard Kurt under him. Blaine didn't think he could stand for another minute, so he reached out behind him for one of the dining chairs. He guided himself and Kurt into the chair, never once letting his softening cock leave his lover's body. Kurt's back was pressed against Blaine's chest, the olive-skinned male making sure the pale legs were bracketed on either side of his own. Blaine licked his palm and went to work jacking Kurt off, the blue-eyed boy gasping as he fucked up into the hand around him and back onto the dick still inside him. It only took a couple strokes before Kurt was shouting Blaine's name, cum splattering his creamy skin and dripping down Blaine's fist. Kurt's eyes had closed during some point of riding Blaine in the chair, and when they opened, Kurt went from being blissfully fucked out to mortified.

Blaine curiously followed Kurt's line of vision to the suite's entrance across from them, and to his own horror, he saw a tall blonde male standing in the open doorway. And if he hadn't been sure before, he was sure now of the man's identity once he heard Kurt whisper his name into the silent room. "Sam."

Somebody you could lose, so le-let me tell you.


A/N: After thinking it over, I've come up with a rough mental outline for about 3, maybe 4 more chapters for this idea. And that will most likely be it. But I'm curious as to what you all think. Please leave a review and let me know! :)