The Secrets These Walls Hold
Chapter Two
Kurt sat beside Blaine in the Warbler's practice room. His eyes were glued to Wes's form as he sat at the head table, flanked by the other members of the council. Kurt did his best to drown out Blaine's insipid chatter about a guy named Jeremiah at the mall. Kurt had lost interest the second he had heard the word G.A.P. and had been dutifully nodding his head while his sophomore friend continued to talk.
Whatever romantic notions Kurt had had towards Blaine disappeared quickly the more time he spent with him. Despite being nice, and the other only openly gay kid he knew, Kurt had come to one conclusion: they were not compatible. For one, in order to know that Jeremiah worked at the G.A.P., Blaine would have had to have willingly gone into the store, or worse (in Kurt's eyes, at least), he would have had to have shopped in the store.
Besides, Kurt had come to find that his taste's were more refined, with just a little propensity for males of the Asian variety. This fact is what led to Kurt ogling the Warbler's leader, subconsciously licking his lips as he watched Wes hold his gavel. Kurt was pulled from his inner musings by the sound of Blaine's voice, asking him whether he was alright.
"I'm fine," Kurt responded, once again becoming aware of his surroundings. Several of the other Warblers had turned to examine the two, many not used to seeing Blaine ignored in any capacity. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"
Blaine hesitated for a second before he continued. "I asked if you were feeling better," he said.
Kurt could see Wes turn towards the pair out of the corner of his eye. Licking his lips, Kurt responded. "Completely. Went and saw the doctor," Kurt said. "He said I needed some injections, which he happily gave me," Kurt said, delighting in the way that Wes's face flushed.
"Ouch, did they hurt," Blaine asked, completely oblivious to the double meaning.
Kurt turned in his seat, making eye contact with Wes, noticing him subtly arranging the crotch of his uniform. "At first, but the doctor knew just what to do and how to do it. A true professional," Kurt said, winking at Wes.
The corner of Wes's mouth tilted upwards. He regarded Kurt, managing to keep his face neutral. But Kurt knew the look in his eyes. The look promised that very soon Kurt would be delivered a nice big bowl of revenge.
Kurt couldn't wait for practice to be over and to race to his room.
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Kurt laid splayed out under Wes, his legs spread and arms bracing himself against the bed, trying to hold himself up as his roommate brutally pounded into him. Wes's mouth was attached to Kurt's neck, laying claim to his lover. Soft music meant to drown out the noises of their actions couldn't conceal the sound of flesh meeting flesh.
Wes moved his head farther down and nibbled on Kurt's ear. The gesture sent Kurt into overdrive, causing the younger man to pick his own pace up, slamming his hips back to meet those of his partner. Wes's groans grew louder, the increase in his pace reflecting his pleasure. He angled his hips so that he could he hit the spot within Kurt that he was the only one to know.
Kurt gasped at the sudden sensation, his dick growing harder as Wes pummeled his prostrate. He was slowly coming undone under the muscled Asian body that pinned him to the bed. "Please Wes, I need you. Harder, harder," begged Kurt, desperate for release.
Wes growled and complied. "I'm almost there baby. So fucking close. Tell me how much you need it," Wes ground out, punctuating each word with a dramatic thrust.
"I don't need it," Kurt said, causing Wes's hips to falter. "I need you. Only you," Kurt continued. Kurt could hear the sharp intake of breathe behind.
Wes, thrown off at Kurt's original answer, resumed his rhythmic pace, spurred on by his roommate's words. In seconds he was clenching Kurt close to him, riding his orgasm out, his actions pulling Kurt over the edge with him.
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Kurt could caress the ridges of Wes's torso for hours. No one would suspect it, but the uptight man took care of himself. Smooth, toned and tight, it mesmerized Kurt, especially during the moments in which the young songbird found himself wrapped around Wes.
If he were to be totally honest, Kurt believed his body was made to fit the spaces and contours of Wes's frame. Kurt pondered this thought as he and Wes laid in the latter's bed following their lovemaking.
"You're thinking too loudly," Wes said softly while he tightened his grip on Kurt, his eyes remaining closed.
"I can't help it, you make me think," Kurt whispered, looking up at Wes's face. Wes's eyes opened, and Kurt drowned in the dark brown orbs lazily watching him. "Isn't that what these fancy schools are supposed to foster, anyways?" he continued.
Wes laughed, a sound that relaxed Kurt's soul. "Dalton is supposed to do a lot of things Kurt," Wes whispered. Shifting in the bed, he position them in way which had the younger man on his back and Wes using Kurt like a body pillow.
"It's anti-bullying policy is pretty great," Kurt ventured, uneasy at the way that Wes's shoulders tensed.
"Yeah, it is. Makes sure everyone inside this place is safe," Wes said, his arms tightening. "Doesn't exactly do much once the students go home, though."
Kurt suddenly understood what had plagued the young Asian's mind. Wes's tumultuous relationship with his parents had been a recurrent theme in their conversations. The older teen had explained that his life had been mapped out, the plans and expectations of his father creating a prison, one which would never truly accept a son who preferred the company of men to women.
"Do you want to talk about it," Kurt asked, trying to offer his support.
Wes looked up at Kurt and shook his head. "We only get so much time Kurt. I don't want to waste it discussing my family," Wes admitted.
Kurt smiled and leaned down and placed a kiss on Wes's lips. Wes returned the kiss immediately, disappointed when Kurt pulled away from him.
"You're the only good thing about this place Kurt. You're the only good thing in my life," Wes said, vulnerability lacing his words.
"I feel the same way, Wes," Kurt responded, watching him move his way up his body before Wes settled in the crook of Kurt's neck.
"I figured Blaine was the best part of this place," Wes teased, the envy in his voice almost untraceable.
"Don't be silly Wes, I belong to you," Kurt said, regretting his words immediately, afraid that he had crossed a line.
Wes's breathe hitched, causing Kurt to wonder if he had gone too far. His fear was short-lived at Wes's next words. "Say it again, Kurt. Please, say it again," Wes quietly begged, his lips ghosting over Kurt's throat.
Kurt gently withdrew Wes from the crook of his neck. Wes's eyes seemed trouble, unsure of his lover's actions. Kurt pulled himself down the bed until he was eye-level with Wes. He gently thread his fingers through the man's hair, his thumb lightly brushing Wes's cheek.
Keeping eye contact, Kurt leaned forward and briefly connect Wes's lips to his own. Pulling back, he offered Wes one of his dazzling smiles, the kind which took Wes's breathe away and sent his heart into a rapid rhythm. "I belong to you," Kurt whispered.
Wes groaned and pulled Kurt to him for another kiss. It was powerful, ferocious; it was as if Wes was trying to stake his claim on Kurt by devouring his mouth. "One more time," Wes managed to get out, his words muffled slightly as he clung desperately to Kurt.
"All yours. Belong to you and only you," Kurt said, breaking the duo apart, gasping for air. Drained from their earlier actions and their conversation, Kurt leaned back into the bed, letting a soft laugh escape his mouth as Wes snuggled against him. Smiling, Kurt drifted off, truly content for the first time in his life.
AN: So here is part two. The reviews I have been receiving are much appreciated and give me inspiration to continue. Please check out my other stories, it would be cool to hear what you think about them!
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