"I can do that for you," Blaine chided, as he looked up from his computer to see Kurt in the kitchen brushing his hand over the appliances on the counter to find the coffee maker and refill his cup.
"I know, but I hate to ask you all the time. And this I can do by myself," he added, with a hint of petulance. Blaine was instantly attentive to the danger sign. They were about three months behind the schedule that Kurt's independent living specialist and they had established, partly because of Blaine's recent promotion into an advanced training group, partly because Blaine found it increasingly difficult to help Kurt become less dependent on him. He'd long ago decided that it was morally all right, since there was no chance that he would ever leave Kurt, and he did want to spare Kurt the frustration of having to try and fail at so many previously simple tasks. Kurt had been adamant about many, but let himself be psuaded to postpone others. Blaine knew that Carole, Burt, or even Finn would insist on coming to help if they knew how far behind Kurt was, and so he had to make sure that Kurt never mentioned it.
"That reminds me," he said, casually, "I got the landlord's okay to put in our own washer/dryer. So we can go shopping for one that's easy for you anytime today or tomorrow."
"Really?"
"Well, I finally had to mention that we were looking at legal options in light of his refusal to make reasonable accommodations and that there were several comparable cases that ruled that adding a dryer vent did not destroy the vintage nature of a building."
Kurt carefully came over to hug Blaine at this victory and Blaine congratulated himself that he'd averted a family visit, since he had major plans for that coming weekend.
Mark was going to attend a very special show. If everything went to plan, he'd bring a few friends for the next time.
And Blaine couldn't wait. No matter how much fun rehearsals are, there's nothing like the show itself.
Blaine thought he heard Kurt's raised voice as he turned onto the last flight of stairs and rushed up the rest. It sounded like he was just excited, but there might be something wrong, an intruder, or he might be hurt...by the time he reached the door, though, he could hear that Kurt sounded thrilled about something.
"I can't believe it, it's incredible, I am so happy for you!" As Blaine entered, Kurt turned towards the door. "Blaine? Finn's band is opening for Lady Gaga, and her label wants to sign them!"
"Wow, that's amazing," Blaine answered, putting his bag down and kicking off his shoes. "Tell him congratulations."
"Tell him yourself," Kurt handed him the phone.
"Finn, that's great news. It looks like all of Kurt's stalking her paid off."
"Ahem, it's called persuasion," Kurt clarified as Finn answered, "Thanks, man. It was kinda luck that the other band had to pull out, but-"
"Finn, it's not like you guys are the only other band in the universe. Congratulations again. Kurt's going to kill me if I don't give the phone back."
Blaine could fill in the rest of the conversation from Kurt's part and he melted at Kurt's delight that he was the first one Finn told, even before the other band members. When Finn ended the call to tell them, too, Kurt reached out to find Blaine.
"I can't believe it, Lady Gaga," he sighed in ecstasy. "I knew my Twitter campaign would pay off."
"Mmmm, I can think of a way we can celebrate," Blaine growled into the base of Kurt's throat.
"It seems only appropriate," Kurt gasped between shivers as Blaine licked and then blew on the skin he was exposing, and drew him into the bedroom.
"God, you're mine, all mine," Blaine kept murmuring as he undressed Kurt on their bed. By now, it was almost like split screen, since he was simutaneously seeing Kurt as the beautiful exposed body that was his to touch and explore and penetrate and the way an outsider would see him, so pale and smooth and perfect but untouchable, something to look at and lust for, splayed on the bed looking both pristine and possessed absolutely by another, like a virgin sacrifice for a lustful god. That image was so hot he wanted to go with it, so pulled two soft silk lengths of cord, already looped at the ends. "I want to tie your legs for me, just your legs," he reassured Kurt as he kissed his way down his thighs to his calves and ankles, capturing them in his hands. "Tell me if it's too tight," he urged his suddenly still boyfriend.
"Blaine..."
"Oh, god, seeing you like that, so hot, so fucking perfect, want you like that forever," he groaned, pretending not to have noticed the hesitancy in Kurt's voice. After all, if Kurt really disliked it, he'd speak up, right? He kissed his way back up to the wilting erection and mouthed it back to life. "Love you so much, Kurt, love you so much."
Screw Lady Gaga, now this would be the greatest show ever. Madison Square Garden wouldn't have enough room for everybody in New York who'd want to watch.
Blaine was waiting impatiently for the package to arrive. Yes, it had to come from overseas, but still, he wanted to see Kurt's face when he realized what it was.
Finally, he saw a box on the mailroom cart as it stood just outside the doorway on the floor where he worked. Jen was finishing sorting the mail she'd picked up and he asked her if he could just grab it then. He opened the box and pulled out the present, making sure that it had arrived safely. The watch was in perfect condition and looked even better than it had online. He grinned to himself at how much Kurt would enjoy it.
He really respected how much Kurt had kept up with his interest in fashion and kept it something that they could enjoy together. Kurt still devoured any magazines that were available in text-to-speech formats and he and Blaine would often spend a lazy weekend afternoon or quiet evening sitting on the couch or in bed, with Blaine reading to Kurt and describing the pictures, his arm around Kurt. Or they'd go shopping on 5th Avenue, Kurt feeling the cut and fabrics and drape of clothing as Blaine described the colors. Other times, they'd sit in a restaurant or walk through a park and Blaine would describe what people were wearing, under his breath if it was something that was just not right, or out loud if his comments were complementary. Of course, he was still in trouble whenever Kurt remembered how he had gravely described a skin-tight, subtly hairy texture of white on grey in a full-body outfit with big, thick flats, and it had taken Kurt a while to realize that he was talking about a carriage horse's own coat. Kurt regularly reminded him that he wasn't yet forgiven for that and Blaine paid more of the agreed-upon penance in kisses, paid on demand.
Mark came by Blaine's desk and winked. All the logistics were set up for Saturday afternoon, including the questions about getting Mark in and out of their apartment without alerting Kurt to his presence. While they'd have prefered the nighttime, it was far more difficult for Blaine to come up with an excuse to open the door. Poor Mark had almost drooled, Blaine remembered, when he casually offered to let him watch. Mark had sputtered and been absolutely convinced that Blaine was only messing with his mind, until Blaine had said seriously that Kurt not finding out, ever, was absolute. "You don't make a sound, you don't even think about touching him." Mark had eagerly agreed to every condition. Just more proof that Blaine was regularly boning the most beautiful, hottest, and most perfect lover in all of New York.
At home, Kurt was on the phone with Mercedes, chatting about her own Glee Club at the high school where she taught. Blaine came over to kiss Kurt on the back of his neck, where the hair was so soft and wispy, and said a cheerful, "Hi, Mercedes." He continued into the kitchen and made sure that they had everything ready for him to make dinner later that night, a cold steak salad for a warm summer evening.
When Kurt was off the phone, Blaine came back into the living room and told Kurt that he had something for him. He gave the store box to Kurt and watched as Kurt ran his fingers over the textured surface but not able to make out the logo. Kurt opened the box and felt inside, his face first puzzled and then delighted as he figured out what it was.
"Blaine! How did you know I even wanted one?"
"Sweetheart, when you spend ten minutes on a page featuring three watches, it's a bit of a give-away." Blaine chuckled and tied the watch around Kurt's wrist. Kurt obviously was delighted by the Liberty print Marako watch, which tied around the wrist like a scarf, Blaine adored giving him things, and Kurt almost vibrated with happiness at these loving gifts, so it all worked out beautifully. And if he really, really enjoyed tying the fabric around Kurt's pulse point, which had always turned him on, bonus.
Blaine and Mark had practiced earlier smuggling him into their apartment without Kurt noticing. Blaine hadn't realized what a turn on Kurt's obliviousness would be, even though Kurt was just dictating some advertising copywriting into his computer. Mark never got closer than about four meters, which Blaine had estimated a safe distance plus an additional allowance.
Now Mark was seated in the bedroom waiting for showtime. Blaine and Kurt had gone out for brunch and as they returned to the building, Blaine raised their entwined hand to his mouth and kissed Kurt's knuckles with each word. "You are my wonderful, amazing, brave, gorgeous boyfriend." He pressed Kurt's hand to his cheek and then returned it to his mouth to suck lightly on a fingertip. Kurt brought his own mouth close and brushed his lips over the back of Blaine's hand. "Love you so much," he breathed, and as they walked up the steps, Blaine kept mouthing Kurt's fingers.
He unlocked the door, put the keys in the bowl, and pressed his lips to Kurt's mouth, and as Kurt wlecomed the deepening kiss, holding him close, Blaine savored anticipating Mark's reaction. He led Kurt into the bedroom and looked over to find Mark in the chair in the agreed-upon spot. He led Kurt next to the bed at the point where Mark would get a perfect angle of Kurt's lovely ass, and started to free Kurt's body of its clothes. First, accompanied by kisses on his shoulders and chest, he exposed Kurt's slender back, then, prolonging the display, returned to kissing him eagerly and fondling him through his pants. Kurt was gasping and undoing Blaine's shirt, grabbing his arms to hold them still so he could remove it completely. He wrapped his arms around Blaine and held him close, lowering his head to kiss Blaine's neck.
Blaine decided to have mercy on the watching Mark and knelt to undo Kurt's pants, but taking his time to fondle Kurt's erection through his briefs, laughing teasingly at Kurt's impatient, "Blaiiine." He peeled the pants off that sweet ass inch by inch, finally letting Mark see everything and the slender legs, ribboned with muscle and the color of a creamy pearl.
"Oh, God," he groaned. "All mine." Kurt's sweetly-whispered, "Always," along with the current of knowing Mark was watching, was almost enough to make him come right then. He sat on the bed and pulled Kurt closer, then onto the bed, where they lay face to face, and Kurt bent his head to cover Blaine's chest with kisses. He fished out the bottle of lube and held it to Kurt's hand; if Kurt took it, it meant he wanted to top, but Blaine was delighted that Kurt wanted to be the bottom, instead. He angled him to raise Kurt's legs over his shoulders and prepared him, Kurt's eager moans mingling with his own, deeper groans.
Kurt was squirming and reaching for Blaine to pull him into himself, and Blaine waited another instant and then plunged inside, crying out Kurt's name and all of his pet endearments as well. As he felt his orgasm surge and then subside just when it seemed as though it would be too intense to bear, and sank onto Kurt's chest for that strange moment of empty peace that always followed.
He opened his eyes to look at his Kurt, head back in ecstasy, and then rose on his side to look at Mark. His voyeur was panting silently, eyes wide and wild, and he was so caught up in what he had seen that Blaine's gaze didn't even register. Mark's senses were spinning him out of control, as surely as if they had thrown him from a high window, and Blaine's afterglow redoubled as he looked at his sweetly oblivious Kurt, already curled confidingly against him, and at Mark, looking as debauched and disoriented as if he had just stumbled out of an orgy. He pressed his kisses into Kurt's hair and rested his hand on Kurt's back, circling his fingertips gently into the smooth, pale skin.
Blaine's firm was proud of its benefits package but the official package didn't include what Blaine was now relishing: luxuriating in sexual envy. Every time he saw Mark, he could see Mark's mind return to that extraordinary afternoon.
However, the downside was that sex with Kurt was starting to feel even more vanilla than before. Not that he disliked vanilla, but he was all too aware of the absence of the edge, of the thrill of having an audience. It was fresh-squeezed orange juice, sweet and fresh and delicious, but it wasn't all he ever wanted to drink.
So when Mark came by his desk to confirm that he'd lined up two more audience members for Saturday, Blaine was glad that he had such an easy grin, so his expression gave nothing away. "The more the merrier," he chuckled, casually.
"So what do you think about charging admission? That would be extra hot, wouldn't it?"
Blaine pretended to consider it for a while, even though his groin gave its immediate and enthusiastic answer. Knowing that people paid to watch his Kurt being fucked, could anything be better? "I'm not sure," he said, slowly. "It sounds good, but they'd have to understand the rules and not break a single one of them. And if it gets too crowded, the odds that somebody might make a noise would go up."
"So, put some music on. I'd personally vet them. Believe me, once they see Kurt they'd obey every single rule rather than never see the show again."
"What, I'm not the main attraction?" Blaine laughed.
"Buddy, you are just fine, nothing wrong with you at all, but Kurt, he's something special. The way he looks like he's almost still a virgin, no matter how much you fuck him, so you keep on wanting to fuck him, and who thought that being blind would be such a turn-on, you want to screw his brains out and protect him at the same time." Mark sounded downright contemplative, to Blaine's surprise, but then, Kurt could bring out the extraordinary in a lot of people, he reminded himself. Look at how he'd driven a closeted jock almost out of his mind, just in high school, and in college, he'd gotten more than a few people into a frenzy of confusion and lust.
"All right, then, let's give it a try," he said briskly. "What's your plan?"
"No more than three at a time, not counting me, and charge two thousand each." Blaine liked the way that Mark was using this to ensure that he'd always get to attend.
"Why not more?"
"My opinion is that it's best as an affordable impulse."
"For that market, four is still affordable. For some of them, two is still change. And just two paying watchers. I want them to know that he's pure, exclusive luxury." I want them to know that what they pay that much for, I get for free. Because he loves me.
"Sure, let's try that. I know enough kinksters that it'll work out fine."
"We'll talk again Thursday to settle everything." Blaine turned back to his computer briskly, as if they'd arranged nothing more than lunch.
That evening, he and Kurt ordered pizza and ate it while talking. Kurt had read for Puck for his theater troupe's A Midsummer Night's Eve and thought he had a good chance. The director had asked him for several re-reads, changing an emphasis or critiquing some part of his delivery, showing that he was seriously considering him.
"You'd be perfect, babe. You've got the face and could act the heck out of it."
"I hope so," he said, soberly. "I know it doesn't matter to you, but I would like to earn more, I know you pay more of our expenses than I do."
Blaine briefly wondered if Kurt had truly found something out or if he was just guessing. He at first wanted to repeat that he didn't care, that he earned more than enough to support them both, but he knew that Kurt already knew. "I understand, sweetheart. You know that it's not necessary, but you still want to do it. I wish I could kiss you and tell you forget it, but it is real to you and it's normal. I just don't want you ever to forget that it doesn't matter to me." He determined to find some way, perhaps fake writing commissions, to make sure that Kurt could "earn" the money from the admission fees. He'd been planning on spending it just on Kurt, but this was even better. Everything was working out beautifully.
Saturday, Blaine was fighting the impulse to climb the furniture, he had so much excited energy to burn off after Mark confirmed that everything was a go. Instead, he sang to Kurt and danced with him all morning, making Kurt laugh and ask if Blaine had drunk all the espresso in the apartment.
Blaine laughed and suggested lunch at a new Japanese place nearby with a sushi boat. Sushi was one of his favorite indulgences, especially because it usually meant that he got to feed Kurt. Another thought struck him and he wondered why he hadn't thought of it before. While the fad of eating sushi in restaurants that used naked young women as tables was over, he'd never eaten a meal off Kurt. They'd played with whipped cream a few times, but sitting at the bed or the table while Kurt lay naked and tacitly subservient as he leisurely ate off his radiantly pale body...save that thought.
The restaurant was a lovely imitation Japanese garden. The hostess showed them to a quiet nook with several different types of bamboo surrounding them. The miniature river brought perfectly paced selections of sushi and sashimi and Blaine chose several, describing the restaurant and its diners as he fed Kurt. "She's wearing the new draped fuschia McQueen, the one with the cowl back. She's wearing green Jimmy Choos with it, which works, but she's wearing a necklace backwards, to go with the cowl, which doesn't." He and Kurt laughed as they said simultaneously, "Too obvious."
As they waited for the valet to bring the car, Blaine murmured in Kurt's ear all the things he planned to do when they got back. "I've got all this new energy to burn off, so I'm going to take the most gorgeous man I know home with me and seduce him. We'll start with some slow dancing, slow naked dancing, and then in bed, I'll work my way down his chest, licking and kissing everything, then I'll maybe skip to his feet and make him beg for me while I'm fondling and licking them." Kurt was blushing furiously and Blaine paused to blow lightly against his red cheeks.
"Your car, sirs."
At their apartment, he led Kurt into the bedroom, seeing that Mark was joined by two other men. He turned on his list of sexy, slow music and, leading Kurt so that the audience had a perfect view, began to dance with him, slowly stripping Kurt. He pretended to ignore them completely while showing Kurt off to them by turning him this way and that as they danced and huskily praising each beautiful part of Kurt he exposed to them. He also made sure to show off how Kurt was burying kisses in his throat and reaching to snake his hands under Blaine's clothing or undo it. By the end of the dancing, he and Kurt were entirely naked and aroused.
"Mmmmm, bed?" Kurt suggested, nuzzling into Blaine's collarbone as his hands rested on Blaine's ass.
"Aren't we pushy?" Blaine teased.
"We're in love." Kurt smiled but suddenly paused, looking puzzled, even worried.
"What is it, pet?"
Kurt laughed uneasily. "At the risk of sounding like a horror move character, it feels, it feels almost like we're not alone. Would you mind checking, just to be sure?"
Blaine had a plan ready. "Course, love." He made a point of opening and closing all the doors so that Kurt would hear him being thorough. Returning, he said, "Nobody here and the door was locked. Does it feel okay now?"
Kurt sounded like he was convincing himself. "Yeah, I was just being silly."
"Maybe not. You've gotten a lot more sensitive to sound, maybe there was something in the music that came over strange on the stereo, made it sound like somebody's here?"
"That must be it." Kurt sounded much happier at a semi-logical explanation and Blaine took up where they left off. He savored each kiss and touch and moment of contact with Kurt's body knowing how much the others were lusting to be him or to be enjoying Kurt with him. But Kurt was touching only him, reaching only for him, only he was making Kurt emit those infinitely hot, needy little noises. His was the only dick that was going to enter Kurt's tight hole, no matter how much he'd been showing off that lovely ass, no matter how much they'd paid to see him fucking his Kurt.
Just like Blaine's parents always said, scratching certain itches only made them itch more. But then, scratching this itch was utterly satisfying, and it wouldn't leave a scar, so Blaine could continue just as he pleased. He turned from the toaster to look again at his Kurt, now so perfectly dressed and coiffed that it made the perfect contrast to the quivering, exposed, defenseless boy tied spreadeagled to their bed last night. Kurt had been apprehensive when Blaine had tied not just his ankles but his wrists, so very apprehensive but silent, his brave, trusting boy. But as they progressed, he'd moaned and babbled and Blaine couldn't wait to show that off, show off just what a firecracker his Kurt could be. Not tonight, he wanted to savor this new pleasure just by himself before showing Kurt off to others, but later.
He frowned at the word he'd used in his thoughts. To Blaine's frustration, it seemed like everything in the paper or on the news had to mention the July 4 displays for that night. Kurt had loved fireworks from when he was a tiny kid and Blaine remembered his upturned face and wide eyes from every time they had gone to a display together. He dropped an extra kiss on Kurt's hair as he put the bagel with lox and low-fat cream cheese in front of him and when Kurt turned his face up, this time for another kiss, Blaine was even happier than usual to oblige.
"What do you want to do today, love?"
Kurt shrugged. "I didn't have anything in mind. What about you?"
"Why don't we rent a kayak and go out? It's a gorgeous day for that."
"Perfect." Kurt looked delighted. Blaine knew how even when he was guiding Kurt, crowded sidewalks could often stress him, with the noise and constant motion that he could sense but not see. Kayaking was smooth and relaxing and Kurt could feel their easy pace by dangling a hand in the water. Blaine enjoyed the activity and the city view or, depending on where they went, the quieter estuaries with occasional glimpses of wildlife.
They came back in the early afternoon to avoid the worst of the heat. Kurt was yawning widely and Blaine suggested a nap together, teasing Kurt, as always, that they didn't have to change, and receiving the usual horrified lesson on wrinkled clothing. Kurt was always the first to fall asleep and Blaine passed the time by finalizing his plans for that evening's show.
Mark had to persuade him to agree to filming Kurt, but now, he was enthusiastic. The first test didn't have any audience except for Mark, who was filming. In that one, Kurt was masturbating to Blaine's directions while Blaine was fucking him from behind. It might not have been the best sex for Kurt, who usually wanted more face to face stimulation, but because his gorgeous boy was entirely exposed to the camera, the film was one of the sexiest, most tantalizing things that Blaine had ever seen. He could just imagine somebody watching it and imagining being the one allowed to touch Kurt, the one that Kurt was moaning for, the one buried deep inside him, the one that Kurt turned to after he had climaxed to finally receive his kiss in reward.
This time, it was Mark who had urged charging viewers far more than Blaine would have. "Fifteen hundred bucks a pop, if you'll excuse the expression, isn't even that much when you think about how often the guy will jerk off to his imagination afterwards. I'm saying this out of total jealousy, of course, but your Kurt's one of a kind, he's like Eminem or Michael Jackson or somebody like that, he's not just some cute twink. And filming in black and white was genius, it makes him look like some kind of statue come to life or something out of a dream, you know?"
That night, Blaine planned on some role-play to complement that dream-like sense. Kurt adored the more romantic or even occasional adventure movie kind, but Blaine had some thoughts of his own for tonight, mild enough that he wouldn't have to slow things down by making sure Kurt would agree, but with more of an edge than Holly Golightly. Perhaps a light variation on the classic captor-captive theme. As Blaine felt himself starting to doze, he pulled his sleeping, loving Kurt closer and breathed in the fresh scent of his hair and skin, the way that nobody else could, no matter how much they saw or wanted.