Okay, majority rules… You get a chapter two involving bottom!Blaine =D

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"Blaine?" Kurt hissed, his voice a little lost over the drone of the rain on the tin roof of the tree house.

"Huh?" Blaine jerked awake as Kurt twisted his nipple and bit him. "Ow! Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed rubbing his nipple. He stared at his husband expectantly waiting for some explanation. Blaine loved it when Kurt looked like this. His hair was wild and sexy, his lips were full and swollen and there were little marks that Blaine had left in a trail down his amazing chest. Blaine didn't mean to leer, but he couldn't help himself as he followed the trail of almost-hickeys lower and lower until they reached…

Oh.

Kurt was hard.

Kurt took advantage of Blaine's momentary distraction as he practically licked his lips at the sight of Kurt. Kurt ran his hand softly out and brushed a tickle over Blaine's dick.

Blaine jerked a little and looked down, a stunned look coming over his face as he realised he was hard too. Kurt couldn't help but laugh at the look on his face and leant forward to kiss him.

Blaine grinned against Kurt's lips. He could definitely get used to being able to do this with Kurt more. He missed when they had been in college, when they had quite literally spent days in bed together exploring and enjoying, lectures be damned. Now the exploration didn't bring quite as many surprises, but knowing each other's bodies and responses had its own benefits and thrills.

For instance, Blaine thought evilly, he knew about stroking Kurt's adam's apple softly as he kissed him hard. Kurt began to gasp for breath predictably and broke the kiss to pant, staring into Blaine's lust-filled eyes.

"What was that for?" Kurt panted dizzily.

"Payback," Blaine grinned, "You hurt me!"

Kurt's hand tightened on Blaine's dick and Kurt grinned as his husband's eyes rolled back into his head.

"Is it my turn to fuck you now?" Kurt growled, removing his hand to cup Blaine's chin and make him look at him.

Oh fuck, Blaine was in trouble. He wasn't going to be able to walk tomorrow.

Kurt was growling.

Blaine moaned loudly at Kurt's voice.

"Oh, Kurt that's not fair," Blaine whinged a little.

"What, baby?" Kurt growled some more and Blaine felt his skin pucker into goose bumps at the sound of it, "How is it not fair that I know all I have to do to make you putty in my hands is this…"

Blaine was actually trembling now. Fucking quivering. How could Kurt still manage to reduce him to a puddle with just that voice?

Kurt leant in close to Blaine's ear and Blaine could feel his breath tickling his sex-sensitive skin.

"Blaine," Kurt rasped, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name, baby."

Blaine practically swallowed his tongue.

"Please, Kurt," he writhed and pulled Kurt on top of him, "Please, I need you inside me, please?"

Kurt shook his head.

"You're going to be begging a lot more than that before I'm done," he promised Blaine.

Blaine could have sworn his little toe was even subjected to the aroused tingle that spread through his whole body.

"Kurt…" he said. It was the only thing he could think of to say. It was the word that meant the most to him, the word that most easily fell from his lips in any situation, and the word he loved to say more than any other in the world. He was going to write him a sonnet, a song, a novel. Kurt needed to know the way he felt just being able to say his name every day of his life.

"I know," Kurt smiled and took pity on Blaine, kissing him softly and so damned sweetly. Blaine tried to deepen the kiss but Kurt pinched him and nibbled at him softly. Blaine couldn't help but grin. He loved that Kurt could be kissing him as innocently as that sixteen year old boy he had fallen in love with had, but still be naked and on top of him, and slightly enjoying physically punishing him for wrongdoings.

"Kurt will you marry me?" Blaine almost sobbed as Kurt's lips moved to his earlobe and he suckled there gently in the way Blaine loved.

"I'm already your husband, Blaine," Kurt grinned, using his exposed teeth to graze Blaine's ear.

"Forgot…" Blaine mumbled, his hands reaching out desperately for the missing sheets of their bed. He needed something to fist his hands in. His fingers clutched onto the grooves in the wooden floor of the tree house as Kurt blew softly over the placed he had licked and sucked Blaine's ear and Blaine's cock got impossibly hard as the chill sent blood rushing south.

"Kurt! Please!" Blaine cried out, forgetting to care about being controlled.

"Please what, Blaine?" Kurt asked, and Blaine could hear the grin in his voice as he began pressing kisses to Blaine's belly button. God, he was using every place Blaine loved to be touched against him.

"Touch me…" Blaine asked heavily as shaky breaths overtook him. "Fuck me, please!"

Kurt thrust his tongue into Blaine's belly button and Blaine gave a guttural groan. Kurt thrust his tongue in and out, and Blaine almost cried when Kurt's hand moved to wrap around him once more.

"Uggh!" he bit his lip to try to keep the sound from escaping, but it didn't work.

Kurt's tongue was teasing him, thrusting in and out of his belly button, yet his hand was barely moving. Blaine thrust against Kurt's hand and suddenly Kurt was gone entirely.

"No," he demanded.

Blaine felt a sob rack through him.

Kurt was going to kill him.

Blaine closed his eyes to try and regain a little control over his body.

Kurt's finger was suddenly in him, without time to prepare himself, or to calm down at all.

"Kurt!" Blaine cried and his legs leapt into the air, tucking them around Kurt's shoulders as he worked Blaine's hole gently.

"You okay?" Kurt asked softly, and Blaine's eyes shot open. Kurt was being sweet and loving and suddenly Blaine's needs changed. He'd fucked Kurt hard and fast already. They had time. Slow and romantic would be amazing if he could manage not to come all over Kurt's chest right now.

"I love you," Blaine smiled and his head threw itself backwards as Kurt's finger hitched over his prostate. Blaine's whole body jerked.

"No!" he called out and Kurt stopped moving automatically, looking concerned. "I won't last if you tease me, Kurt," Blaine gasped, "Get three fingers in me now, then I want you. No teasing."

Kurt nodded and slipped two more fingers into Blaine, careful not to brush against that sensitive spot that almost had Blaine coming. Blaine was tight. He tried to relax against the movement of Kurt's fingers edging their way inside him, but it was truthfully hurting him. It had been a long time since they'd had sex, at least a couple of months, and Blaine though it would have had to be at least double that amount of time since he'd bottomed. Blaine tried to relax as he felt his cock soften slightly.

Kurt was having none of that. He lowered his head and sank his mouth over Blaine's cock, taking him right to the back of his throat and swallowing around him like a pro. Let's face it, he practically was. Years of giving Blaine blow jobs meant he had learnt to ignore his gag reflex, and knew exactly how far to push Blaine until he was close to coming.

Blaine concentrated on how good Kurt's mouth felt on him and he slowly relaxed, giving in to the pleasure. Kurt's fingers were moving now, opening him almost easily with every thrust in. Blaine felt full, but they weren't hitting him deep enough.

"I need you. Deep." Blaine could barely patch together sentences that were coherent, but being married to someone for fourteen years, meant you pretty much knew exactly what they were thinking, and Kurt was no exception.

So Blaine was surprised when Kurt pulled out of him and moved away towards the ladder.

"What?" Blaine demanded, "Kurt Hummel, you get back here and fuck me!"

Kurt burst out laughing at Blaine's face.

"Kurt Hummel, huh?" he grinned.

"Watch out, it might be Hummel again if you leave me like this!" Blaine threatened.

Kurt grinned.

"If that threat was even remotely dangerous I would be very scared, baby," Kurt grinned.

"You don't think I'll divorce you?" Blaine argued, hand actually edging to fist his cock as he spoke.

"I think you won't get laid at all if you ever say that again," Kurt's eyes flashed dangerously.

Blaine looked apologetic and Kurt laughed.

"See, Blaine? That was a threat," he giggled.

Blaine groaned and Kurt watched his fist begin to pump slowly on his cock.

"I'll never divorce you, Kurt. Now, get back here and stick your cock in me before I die," Blaine grinned a little at Kurt too.

"How romantic," Kurt said sarcastically, "I don't know how I've managed to marry such a charming man."

"Fuck, Kurt!" Blaine exploded angrily as he squeezed the base of his cock, trying desperately to come, and not to come.

"Wanna have sex on the ladder?" Kurt asked.

Blaine stared at him, leaking, aching cock forgotten.

He nodded.

"More than anything," he croaked.

Kurt grinned and walked to Blaine, helping him to his feet. They kissed hungrily and Kurt humped into Blaine's hips as their cocks brushed against each other. Blaine loved knowing that Kurt was just as hungry for him as he was for Kurt, but now really wasn't the time for this.

"Now." He said firmly and Kurt nodded breathlessly.

He moved to the ladder and climbed down a few rungs, facing it, careful to put his feet on the rungs, and wary that the rain might suddenly change direction and creep under the awning.

"Front or back?" Kurt asked Blaine, and Blaine thought he had never had to make a more difficult decision in his life.

"Back?" he asked.

Kurt laughed.

"Are you asking me or telling me?"

"Well both options sound pretty fucking fantastic, Kurt!"

"Back will be easier for you to hold on, I think," Kurt said thoughtfully.

Blaine stared at him.

"How do you do that?" he asked.

"Do what?"

"Talk about fucking me doggy style on a ladder in our children's tree house as if it's a fashion problem, or you're making Clark a cardboard solar system for school?"

"Please don't talk about our son when I'm about to do this," Kurt shuddered a little and Blaine smiled.

"Sorry," he grinned.

Blaine moved forward and began to climb a few rungs down until his torso could rest on the floor of the tree house. He wriggled on his stomach uncomfortably, his cock did not love the treatment it was getting, but Blaine knew it would be so worth it.

Kurt began to climb back up, pausing to lick Blaine's hole and press his tongue inside him. Blaine almost came right then.

"Kurt!" Blaine demanded.

"Sorry, sorry," Kurt laughed, "I just couldn't resist. You were all open and waiting."

Blaine shuddered with expectation.

"Blaine, I forgot the lube, can you reach it?" Kurt asked apologetically.

Blaine sighed in frustration and searched his fingers till they reached the bottle.

"Kurt, hurry!"

Blaine could hear Kurt slathering up his cock and he tried to keep his breathing steady. They were on a ladder. This would be interesting.

"Ready?" Kurt asked, running a hand down Blaine's back and loving the feel of it arching underneath his touch.

"Kurt!" Blaine demanded.

And Kurt moved so his cock was there and pressing in firmly to Blaine's hot, tight hole.

"Oh, my Gaga," Kurt groaned.

"Fuck, Kurt! What have I told you about saying Gaga's name when we're having sex?" Blaine squeezed tightly around Kurt's cock as punishment.

Kurt moaned loudly.

"Oh, Blaine!" he said sarcastically, "Fuck you're so good, Blaine! You're a sex god! Blaine, Blaine, Blaine!"

Blaine chuckled as Kurt's words lost their sarcasm and he was just calling his name as he thrust into him slowly.

Kurt was holding on with one hand to the rail at the side of the door, his other hand squeezing Blaine's ass.

"Faster." Blaine demanded and Kurt obeyed, quickening the pace and giving little whimpers as he moved.

"Harder, Kurt," Blaine pleaded and wriggled, trying to give Kurt all the room he could to slam into him.

"Fuck, Blaine," Kurt panted, "You're so fucking tight, you feel amazing."

Kurt slammed into Blaine so deep his hips slapped against Blaine's ass with a moist noise from their sweat and lube.

"Kurt," Blaine huffed as he reached underneath himself to touch his cock. "I want to come, baby."

Kurt knew what that meant. Blaine was being polite.

That meant 'quit being a bad lay and slam into me there and there and again, then I'll come and scream your name'. Kurt knew Blaine didn't actually mean that, but Blaine had always said it, and Kurt had always taken it as a challenge.

Kurt forgot they were in a tree and held onto Blaine's hips.

"You asked for it," he warned, and thrust in hard and fast, hitting Blaine's prostate and hearing him moan loudly.

Every thrust he would use his grip on Blaine's hips to bring himself back and bury himself inside Blaine. Kurt bent his knees a little to change the angle of his thrusts and Blaine was chanting his name.

"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Ahhh, Fuck, Kurt," he moaned as Kurt answered him with growls.

Blaine grew tight around Kurt and he felt himself start to lose it.

"Ready?" he asked Blaine, barely waiting for Blaine's nod and strangled moan.

Kurt exploded into Blaine's wet heat, loving the feeling of him tightening impossibly around him as he came madly, hips stuttering into the floor. Kurt gave a few good thrusts into Blaine as they came, wanting to draw it out as long as they could. He yanked on Blaine's hips to bring him in deep and close, and suddenly Kurt lost his balance as Blaine's weight toppled into him with nothing to hang on to.

"Blaine!" Kurt screamed a bit as he fell, landing awkwardly and out of breath on the wet ground.

"Mmmm, Kurt, you're fantastic, baby," Blaine sighed as he reached around to try to hold Kurt's hand.

It wasn't there.

Blaine struggled to clear his orgasm-hazy brain and sit up.

"Kurt?" he called.

"Blaine," Kurt called back pathetically, "I think I dislocated my shoulder."

Blaine scrambled down the ladder and took in the sight of his husband lying wet, naked, and quite obviously recently satisfied from the come on his dick and the flush on his face.

Blaine had a strange urge to laugh.

"It's ok, do it, I look ridiculous," Kurt said, as he tried to sit up without moving his shoulder.

Blaine smiled.

"I'm not going to laugh, you're hurt," Blaine kissed him softly, "And I know now is not the time, but you just gave me an absolutely epic orgasm in a tree, so I think I'm going to tell you how fucking amazing you are and how much I love you, instead if that's okay?"

Kurt smiled and let Blaine help him to his feet.

"Now get me inside. In that whole speech you didn't deny I looked ridiculous and there's no way I can go into the emergency room looking like that. Or like I just had sex with my husband up a tree. I'm a designer, and you're Blaine Anderson-Hummel, neither of us can afford the publicity of that."

Kurt began to walk towards the house.

"I think if that's the only scandal we ever have, Kurt, we're probably doing okay," Blaine chuckled. "Are you in pain, do you want anything?"

Kurt smiled at Blaine.

"Just kiss me," Kurt smiled and they stood there for a little too long, kissing naked in the rain.

I'm still taken with the idea of this Kurt and Blaine in the future… If you think you'd like to read more of this as a story let me know… otherwise I might have to do that sequel to No Place Like Home once that's done… whenever that may be… Please review! :P