At Any Price
Hi my lovelies, I am so so so so sorry for the length of time it took for me to update, I hope you all forgive me, and rest assured, I will never leave it that long again without updating!
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Chapter 3
Kurt couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through him by being in a limo, the plush cream leather seats, the gentle hum of classical music and the champagne on ice nestled between the seats, it was all he could do not to squeal like a little girl – until he remembered he had no idea where he was being taken.
It was then when the streets became unfamiliar rushing past his line of sight, all blurry and a muddle of colors that his heart rate began to speed back up – right back to where it was just before he set foot in the luxury vehicle, his palms began to sweat and his mind began flooding with all sorts of images, images that made him want to jump out of a moving vehicle, not caring about the consequences.
It wasn't until twenty minutes (and the worst panic attack of his life) later that he caught another glimpse out the window, sure, the buildings were still blurry as they whizzed by, but he knew where they were, hell, he'd come here a million and one times (though not by this route!) spending hours just looking around, gazing at the posters, the lights, listening in on the excitement of patrons, dressed to the nines about to see a show he could only dream of seeing - yes Kurt Hummel was on Broadway.
Blaine Anderson waited outside The Gershwin Theater, he didn't normally bring his 'dates' here, but Kurt had mentioned Broadway in his profile, and it stirred something in him, for some unknown reason, some part of him wanted to make his dream of one day seeing a Broadway musical, and what better show than Wicked, and for Blaine, only the best would do.
He quickly checked his phone as it buzzed in his breast pocket, it was his driver calling to give him his five minute warning. He had to hand it to Clive, he was discretion personified, any other driver would have well given him up by now – and for a hefty price at that.
He waited patiently at the sidewalk as the car drifted into view, he didn't know why, but for some reason, this time, he was nervous.
Kurt's heart hammered violently in his chest as the car began to slow down, this was it, there was no backing out now, though for the sake of not destroying the limo with the contents of his stomach, he really wished there was some way.
Breathe, he told himself.
The limo came to a complete stop outside the theater, and while he should be ecstatic that he was finally here to see a play, and Wicked no less, he couldn't bring himself to get exited because any second now that door would open and he would have to do what he was being paid to do – be a virginal high-class escort.
The driver, Clive, Kurt thought he'd heard him mention his name earlier, quickly exited the vehicle, speaking quickly with someone he could only guess was Blaine, before pulling the door open with one swift move.
In that moment Kurt's fear quickly vanished as his eyes locked with Blaine's.
"Hi" he greeted, in what he hoped was his most put together voice.
"Glad you made it" Blaine replied, taking a step back and allowing Kurt out of the car.
He gave Clive a quick nod, uttering a few quiet words under his breath before he left.
"Sorry about that" he beamed, holding his arm out for Kurt to take "You look great by the way"
Kurt blushed crimson, he wasn't used to getting any kind of attention and it was throwing him off "I told you I don't always look terrible" he managed, hoping to sound somewhat normal
"I never thought you did in the first place" Blaine answered, his golden eyes shining as he looked at Kurt
"Well thanks" he replied, starting to feel even more uncomfortable with all this attention surrounding him
"You scrub up well too" he appraised, giving Blaine the once over, and he couldn't lie, the man was unbelievably hot, the soft mass of curls that fell just fell across his forehead, the smile, -the ass- Kurt, found himself getting embarrassed for even thinking about that but most of all, those eyes, hazel, but almost honey colored, he had never seen anything like them before, if there was one thing he would remember most about this night, it would be those eyes, "You didn't gel your hair to within an inch of its life" he pointed out.
Blaine ran a quick hand through his curls "Yeah, you said you liked them so here they are"
Kurt smiled, he couldn't believe he had remembered such a tiny detail "Well thank you, it's very much appreciated"
They smiled, locking eyes on each other for what felt like forever, until the five minute call bell sounded, bringing them back to reality.
"Should we go take our seats?"
Kurt only nodded in response, finally, the excitement was creeping in, he was about to see Wicked on Broadway.
"That was unbelievable – thank you!" Kurt beamed as they stepped out into the cool night air
Blaine gave a slight laugh "So you've said, like five times already"
Kurt flushed slightly "Sorry" he smiled "it was just out of this world"
Blaine couldn't help but think about how adorable this man was, his cheeks pink under the glow of theater lights, his slight squeal as Blaine showed them to their private box, how he sang along with every song, never missing a beat, and towards the end Blaine didn't want to either - Kurt was a fantastic singer. There was something different about him, he thought to himself, by now, with the ones that wanted the 'date' experience he'd be checking his watch, rushing through dinner as quickly as possible, making mind numbing small talk before bringing them back to his hotel room and do unmentionable things to them, but with Kurt, for some reason he didn't want that, he actually wanted to sit and enjoy dinner, stare into those piercing cyan eyes and get to know him. It worried him a little.
"What, no limo?" Kurt joked as Blaine pointed them in the direction of the restaurant
Blaine gave a slight chuckle "Not this time, I'm afraid, but the restaurant is just two blocks away, I thought it might be nice to get some air"
They walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes, Kurt just drinking in the atmosphere that surrounded him, he couldn't wipe the smile from his face (or the awe-struck one either).
Blaine was the first one to break the silence "You really do love it out here don't you?"
He gave a happy sigh "I really do, I mean don't you?"
Blaine nodded, because in truth, he really did love New York, it was about the only place in the world that felt like home to him, felt like no matter which Blaine he put out there, whether he was gay, straight, pink or purple, people wouldn't look at him any differently – and he loved that about the city, it was just a shame the people in his life wouldn't feel the same.
"Definitely beats Ohio, that's for sure"
That one stopped Kurt in his tracks, "You gotta be kidding me!"
"I wish I were" Blaine laughed "But unfortunately it's true, Westerville born and raised"
"Seriously?" Kurt gaped "I'm from Lima"
"That's unbelievable!" Blaine laughed, taking Kurt's arm in his own as they walked down the road "In all my years here in the city, I've never met someone else from Ohio"
Kurt raised an eyebrow, "You've obviously never been where I work then"
Blaine gave a snort "There's more of us in the city?"
"Yup, pretty much the whole graduating class of 2010 from Lima works in Starlight"
"Oh God, you make me feel so old" Blaine said as they turned onto an unfamiliar, yet very upmarket looking street
"Why, when'd you graduate?" Kurt asked, looking at him, the man couldn't be more than a few years older than him - well he hoped anyway.
"Don't laugh" he began "Graduating class of 2005"
Kurt furrowed his brow, trying to work out his age "So that would make you..."
"Twenty-seven" Blaine finished
Inwardly Kurt was relieved, he could live with that, five years wasn't much at all when you thought about it. He'd heard of far worse.
"Oh God" Kurt scoffed, feigning a look of horror "I'll have to bring you back, the nursing home must be worried sick, you're out so late"
Blaine laughed the first real laugh he'd had in as long as he could remember. There was something different about this boy, something intriguing, that he couldn't quite put his finger on, normally he'd be sending them on their way by now, the deed done and leaving him a shaking, crying mess under a hot shower, swearing this was the last time, but for some unknown reason he actually wanted to know who the guy standing next to him was. And that scared the crap out of him.
"So you're telling me," Blaine managed in between laughing and trying to breathe "that you got your high school football team to dance Single Ladies in front of everyone?"
Kurt gave a sly smirk and raised his eyebrow "Impressed huh?"
"Yeah, just a little" Blaine answered, wiping the tears from his eyes with his napkin
"I can't believe you haven't seen the youtube video, it got like a million hits or something" Kurt said, taking a bite out of what had to be the best Beef Wellington he'd ever had – hell he was from Lima, this was the only beef wellington he'd ever had.
"What can I say?" Blaine chuckled "I'm a little out of touch"
Kurt raised his eyebrow, a mock look of surprise spread across his face "You don't say? I mean you didn't even know who Ed Sheeran was!"
Blaine simply shrugged in response, his face almost hurting from the amount of smiling he'd been doing tonight, which was very unusual.
"Well I suppose you are like a million years old or something" Kurt joked, taking a sip of his drink
Blaine winced "Ouch! I guess I earned that one though"
"That you did" he answered, beaming.
There was a rare gap in conversation for the next couple of minutes, Kurt thought he should say something, but when he looked over at Blaine, he looked like he was deep in thought, his brow furrowed as he aimlessly wound spaghetti around his fork.
Eventually Kurt had enough of the silence "Penny for your thoughts?"
Blaine shrugged, "Nah it's nothing, it's stupid really" and he had to agree it was, he had never cared what anyone of these 'dates' had thought of him – until now.
Kurt rolled his eyes "Oh come on, just tell me"
Blaine sighed, abandoning his fork and looking directly into the cyan eyes before him"Do you think I'm old?"
Kurt paused for a minute "That's it?" he asked, looking genuinely surprised "Is this about the old man jokes I was making?"
"No, I just want to know" it was a little about the old man jokes, but he wasn't going to let Kurt know that
He didn't seem convinced, but continued without argument "No, I don't think you're old, a little out of touch maybe, but not old"
Blaine was silent again for a moment and it was killing Kurt not knowing what he was thinking, though that worried him slightly, he didn't even know the man all that well.
After a few more agonizing minutes, Blaine finally spoke "Ok then" he began "Seeing as I'm so out of touch," he smiled, air quoting 'out of touch' "you're going to help me get back 'in touch'"
Kurt snorted "I really don't think I'm the best person to help you out with that"
Blaine raised a triangular brow "You can't be any worse than me"
Kurt gave a short laugh "True"
Blaine gave him a smile "C'mon let's get out of here"
The chilly evening air hit Kurt like a slap in the face as he stepped outside the restaurant, he hadn't remembered it being so cold coming in here. He checked his watch, it was almost midnight, they had been in there for over two hours, no wonder it was so darn cold.
Blaine had disappeared, phone in hand, telling him he'd only be a minute or two, he assumed it was to call Clive, his driver, though if he took much longer doing it Kurt was fairly sure he'd turn into an icicle.
"Sorry that took so long" Blaine breathed as he pulled the door closed behind him "Clive isn't far away"
"Thank God" Kurt noted, blowing hot air into his hands, trying to keep them from going numb
Blaine surveyed Kurt for a moment, he didn't think he'd ever seen anyone quite so breathtaking in all his life, he found it hard to believe he'd never had a real boyfriend, let alone, according to his profile, barely had a real kiss, though he hated to admit, that was something that really sealed the deal for him – his innocence.
"Can I ask you something?"
Kurt glanced up at him, giving him a wary look "Sure"
"Have you really never been kissed?"
Even in the cold Blaine could see his cheeks colouring "Nope, just that one secretly gay bully, that I don't care to remember"
Blaine shuddered at that one, it rang a little too close to home for his liking "I just don't understand how though"
Kurt gave a sad smile in between blowing hot air on his hands "I guess when you're the only openly gay kid in school the offers aren't exactly pouring in"
"But even now, in New York – surely you must have had offers?"
Kurt merely shrugged "None at all"
Blaine shook his head in disbelief "Their loss"
Kurt couldn't help but blush, it was a new feeling this - being perceived as attractive to someone, he couldn't quite believe that someone would look at him that way.
They looked at each other for a couple of heart beats, staying silent, then Blaine gave in and leaned across. He wanted to give Kurt something he'd never had before. He wanted this to be the one thing from the night that he could take with him and look back at fondly, before sex came into it. He pressed his mouth to Kurt's. He felt Kurt's lips developing into a smile against his own as he pushed him gently back against the cold restaurant wall, deepening the kiss. Kurt raised his arms, slowly and entwined them around Blaine's neck, as Blaine's moved his to encompass Kurt's waist.
They were only interrupted by a small, yet noticeable cough from Blaine's driver. Kurt flushed crimson – how long had he been there?
Blaine kept his eyes locked on Kurt as they pulled away from one another "I just thought you should have something that everybody deserves to have"
"And what's that?" Kurt asked, playing dumb as they walked towards the waiting limo
"The perfect first kiss"
Kurt couldn't quite believe his eyes when they pulled up to the Park Hyatt Hotel, of course he expected luxury, he'd expect nothing less from someone who could spend over a hundred thousand dollars to be with someone for one night, but this, this was out of this world.
Blaine gave a laugh as Clive stepped out of the limo to let them out "You seem slightly awestruck"
"J-just a tad" he managed as Clive let him out of the vehicle.
He couldn't help stop and stare at the building, he couldn't believe he was actually about to set foot in this hotel, he was sorely tempted to take a picture with his phone just to piss Santana off, but decided against it, he had a feeling the stiff old coot of a doorman probably wouldn't be too pleased.
Blaine led him through the opulent front doors, giving the doorman a curt nod before heading in. Kurt couldn't help but think how many people that man had seen him with – but he quickly shook it off, this was no time to be thinking about any of that. It had felt like the perfect first date up until now and he wasn't going to let his brain go into overdrive and make him a nervous wreck – it was the last thing he needed right now.
He gave another small nod as they passed the receptionist, heading towards the elevator. Kurt couldn't help but be slightly slack-jawed at his surroundings, opulence practically dripped from every corner of the hotel, from the crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceiling to the luxury chaise-longs that donned the elevator.
It was no surprise to Kurt that Blaine was staying in the penthouse suite, at this stage he would have been surprised if it were any different, though that didn't make the surroundings – or the view any less incredible.
Kurt shrugged off his coat and suit jacket and hung them on the peg by the door, stepping down to the living area to admire what had to be the best view of New York anyone could ever have. People like him weren't supposed to ever see things like this, and he was almost certain he would never be this lucky again, he had to take it all in.
"I know this sounds super uncool, but can I?" he asked, gesturing with the camera on his cell.
Blaine simply nodded, watching from the edge of the room with a smile as Kurt proceeded to take what had to be a million and one pictures of the New York skyline and at least a dozen selfies – that was the one hip term he knew, and he shuddered to think where he had first heard it from – his wife.
"You know" Blaine called out, startling Kurt "I'm feeling a little left out, what with all those selfies you're taking"
Kurt flushed a deep shade of pink.
"How's about we take one together?"
Blaine didn't know where this was coming from, he knew it was a stupid thing to say – and a dangerous one at that, anybody could get their hands on the photo, but for some reason, he didn't care, he wanted some sort of memory of tonight, why he didn't know, but he didn't feel up to going into that right now, for once he didn't want to over think something and ruin it like he always did.
Even Kurt looked shocked at that one "Are you sure?" he asked, eyebrow raised
His mind was screaming no, but for tonight he had decided no over thinking, just do what felt right. "Of course" – he hoped that sounded convincing, both for his and Kurt's sake.
Kurt gave him a suspicious look, but as Blaine crossed the room and wrapped his arms around his waist and placed his head on his shoulder all was forgotten, instead he was focusing on breathing normally and not reacting to the tingling sensation coursing hot through his body. They stood there for a few minutes taking silly photo after silly photo.
"Okay, okay" Kurt giggled looking back through the photos they had taken "Just one more and we'll get started on your lesson"
Blaine felt a slight pang of disappointment, there was something comforting about being this close to Kurt, breathing in his heady scent – he would have to find out what that was. For the final photo, he pressed a kiss on Kurt's cheek. He didn't know what he was thinking doing that, if the first few photos hadn't been incriminating, that one certainly was, but he was allowing himself to feel young for just one night – it had been a long time since he felt that way.
Kurt felt tingles shoot through his spine as Blaine planted the kiss on his cheek, but tried his best to remain cool for the photograph. He managed to snap three for good measure, because he was fairly certain the first one was going to be a write off – what with the wide eyed deer look he'd been sporting.
"They're great" Blaine chuckled, settling into the couch "You'll have to send me some"
"I will" Kurt smiled, suddenly feeling nervous as he sat down next to him, trying to get comfortable, for all the thousands that the couch was probably worth, Kurt wondered exactly how much thought went into comfort - probably not a lot he gauged.
"So" Blaine breathed, his breath suddenly catching as his gaze caught Kurt's "When's this lesson going to start?"
Forty-five minutes later Blaine was knee deep in technological mumbo jumbo – with Kurt complaining that with a phone like he had, it really was just insulting to not even have so much as Snapchat or WhatsApp. Blaine knew he was out of touch, but until now, with his head spinning and Kurt talking faster and faster about the importance of each of those apps – none of which he understood, that he realised just how out of touch he was.
"So the point of Whatsapp is to text people over the internet – why wouldn't you just text them normally?"
Kurt just rolled his eyes and went into another detailed explanation – of which Blaine still didn't understand even as he was downloading it ten minutes later.
"How about we move onto music?" Kurt asked, sensing Blaine's slight frustration at trying to understand exactly what was the point of each app
"Please" he seemed very relieved at the prospect.
"Okay" he breathed, trying again in vain to get himself comfortable on the couch "But we'll need your phone, I don't think mine will last the night" he said, eyeing the ten percent battery warning on his now very beat up, cracked iPhone Rachel had given him last year.
"Here" he replied, handing him the phone.
Kurt took it gratefully and began typing in what Blaine could only describe as lightening speed. "The first song I want to show you is one of my favourites – though be warned I have a lot of those"
Blaine chuckled lightly "I have a long night ahead then"
"I think I'll just make a playlist for you on this – wouldn't want you to forget any of it in your old age" he murmured, a playful smile creeping across his face
"Very considerate of you" he answered, picking up a cushion and placing it on his lap and motioning for Kurt to lie down "Seeing as you're being so considerate of me and my old age, I'm being considerate of your lack of comfort" he smiled, patting the cushion again for effect.
"I'm really ok" Kurt knew himself that was a lie, this couch had to be one of the most uncomfortable things he'd ever been sat in – and he'd been stuck in porta pottys.
Blaine raised an eyebrow "Seriously?"
Kurt shook his head and muttered a thank you as he lay down, he hated to admit it, but this was so much more comfortable, he just hoped he didn't fall asleep.
"Better?" Blaine asked, resting his arm around Kurt
"Much, you'd better hope I don't fall asleep"
"And I'm the old one?" he joked "Now, what was that song you had to show me?"
Kurt giggled "Okay old man, have you ever heard of OneRepublic?"
Blaine gave a slight nod "The guys that sing Apologize?"
Kurt nodded "Wow, that was a long time ago, but yes, same people – The song's called I Lived"
"Hope that you fall in love,
And it hurts so bad.
The only way you can know,
You give it all you have"
It was one of the few songs that really spoke to Kurt, it was the song that he turned to when he was feeling down about anything, the song that he and Rachel would sing on nights out to their favorite karaoke bar, it was the song that told him never to give up.
As the song played out, Blaine listened to the lyrics, trying to do away with the pang of regret that had begun seeping through his body, he was twenty-seven and his life was nothing like he had planned growing up – sure he was rich, but he hadn't really lived, he'd never been in love - though he was married and he'd never been able to tell his parents that he was gay – his father was one of the biggest homophobic corrupt lawyers he'd ever known and in Ohio and his school wasn't exactly the most caring when it came to homophobic attacks on students – it was a real attitude of 'well you're gay, you're life's just gonna suck anyway'
"That's really good" he managed to get out at the end of it, a lump forming in his throat
"Really?" Kurt enthused, looking up at him
Blaine nodded "Definitely – anything else?" he really needed something that didn't make him want to cry.
"Well – oh I know" he muttered as he typed excitedly into the search bar "This, this one's a cover of a OneRepublic song, but it's changed up a little, it makes it a lot more uplifting"
"Oh, okay" Blaine managed, playing absentmindedly with Kurt's hair as the song began
Kurt's eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, a small groan of appreciation escaping his lips, no longer paying attention to the song.
"You like that?" Blaine almost whimpered, the sound of Kurt's groan heading straight to his groin
"Mhmm" was all the response he could manage as Blaine's fingers continued to card through his hair
"Any more songs?" Blaine just about managed, for some reason he didn't want to just jump into it.
"Just one" he breathed, tapping the screen a few times, his mind not really focusing on anything but the sensations coursing through his body.
He clicked play and allowed his eyes to flicker closed, giving himself over to the sensation once again.
I had a thought, dear
However scary
About that night
The bugs and the dirt
Why were you digging?
What did you bury
Before those hands pulled me
From the earth?
Another groan escaped his lips as Blaine's hand continued working its magic, the sensations coursing through his body were like nothing he had ever felt before, he was both unbelievably relaxed and turned on at the same time, he didn't think that was possible until just now.
He opened his eyes slightly, looking up to find hooded golden orbs gazing hungrily down at him. No words were needed, Kurt knew it was time. Nervously he propped himself up, cupping Blaine's face and placing the softest of kisses on his lips. Blaine moaned into the kiss, pulling Kurt up so that he was straddling him, their eyes finally meeting.
"My God, you're beautiful" Blaine said, his voice barely above a whisper
Kurt gave a shy smile "You don't have to say that, you know"
"I know, but I couldn't help it" Blaine answered, he didn't think he had ever been more mesmerised by a pair of eyes in his life.
Kurt smiled, placing kisses down his neck, Blaine's eyes snapping shut and a groan escaping his lips as Kurt found a particularly sensitive spot, the noise going straight to his groin, he had no idea turning someone on could be such a turn on in itself.
Blaine's grip tightened on him as he re-traced his steps back up his neck, finally capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Blaine allowed himself to get deeper into the kiss and then Kurt was slipping a knee between his legs and Blaine was moaning into his mouth.
Without warning, Blaine shifted Kurt slightly and stood up, his golden eyes hooded, his hand outstretched for Kurt to take. Kurt's heart was beating exceptionally quickly as he took his hand and followed him silently down the long corridor to what had to be the biggest bedroom Kurt had ever seen in his life.
Blaine sat down on the edge of the bed, gesturing for Kurt to follow suit. Shakily he made his way over to him, there were so many emotions running through his body right now, he didn't know which one to listen to, on the one hand, he was more turned on than he had ever been in his entire life, on the other he was terrified of what was about to happen. But, Blaine's lips seemed so close to his now and they were so shiny and his golden eyes were so intense, yet relaxing at the same time, that whatever worry he had was slowly slipping away.
Blaine lowered his mouth over Kurt's, kissing slowly and cautiously, like he could break at any possible moment, his hands finding the small of his back, feeling his slight shiver at the touch. Blaine's hands had slipped beneath his shirt now and his fingers were skimming gently up and down his back. Kurt felt strange shivers fluttering up and down his spine. He shivered and Blaine pushed him gently backwards, so that he ended up above Kurt.
Blaine's hands had slipped around to Kurt's front and his fingers were on his stomach now, beneath his shirt. His whole body bucking at the sensation, he had never known that area could be so erotic and didn't think anything could come close until Blaine's mouth began gliding down his jaw, finally finding his pulse and beginning to suck. He let out a low groan, he never wanted this to end – ever.
Blaine's hand had slid around the front of Kurt's pants and was undoing the button at the top. He pushed the dress pants downwards and Kurt's hips were grinding lightly against his own, causing a low guttural moan to pass his lips.
His hands slid Kurt's briefs down, they followed the same route as the pants and then Blaine pushed them past Kurt's ankles and they fell to the floor. Blaine's hands quickly found their way back on to Kurt's backside and his fingers repeated the same patterns he had made when the pants had been in place. Now Kurt was really making some sinful noises.
"Blaine," Kurt breathed against his lips. "Blaine, please."
"What?" Blaine asked, voice unsteady. "What do you want me to do?"
Normally he didn't really care much for what any of the guys wanted, he would have them bent over, lubed up and fucked to within an inch of their life, but for some reason with Kurt, he had wanted to give him everything he wanted, he told himself he was just getting his money's worth, having forked out almost twice what he would normally spend on a 'date', but he knew that wasn't what it was, and it scared the crap out of him.
Kurt arched his back, his ass pushing against Blaine's hands and Blaine was confused for a moment, until he felt Kurt pushing himself against his finger and judging by the sharp intake of breath and the biting of his lip, Kurt sensed he didn't need to be asked twice.
All of a sudden Kurt felt a rush of cool air as Blaine leaned across to the bed side locker, he groaned in protest at the loss of contact. He came back, his body falling against Kurt's again, sending electricity all through Kurt's body once again. Kurt contorted his face in confusion, then it dawned on him, he had gotten lube.
"You don't have to," Kurt said, his face flush from both need and embarrassment at having asked for something so absurd.
"I want to," he said and he really did want to, more than anything else at that moment – he didn't want to think about the reasons.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered, lips close to his again. "Could I just ask for one more thing?"
"What's that?" he asked, his loose curls sticking to his forehead
"Could you um remove your shirt or something - I'm feeling very exposed here"
He nodded, raising himself upwards and quickly unbuttoning his shirt, before throwing it into the darkness. Blaine sat back and uncapped the bottle. His heart was beating wildly as he turned the bottle upside down and pressed a small blob onto his finger. Never had he been asked to do this with anyone, and had it been anyone else, he knew that he would have said no, but with Kurt, he couldn't imagine anything turning him on more.
"You don't have to," Kurt said, again, still not believing the fact that he had asked for it in the first place.
"I want to," Blaine repeated, placing a quick kiss on his lips
Kurt gave a small nod and Blaine lowered his hand, his eyes never leaving Kurt's. Kurt's blue eyes were a shade darker in the glow of the small lamp. Blaine felt Kurt's hips shifting, his legs on either side of Blaine's own hips and he realized Kurt was spreading himself for his hand.
"Oh, God," Blaine exhaled, as he pressed the tip of his first finger to Kurt's opening.
"You're sure about this?" Kurt asked in a strangled voice.
He gave Kurt a nod and concentrated on pushing his finger past the first ring of muscle.
Kurt was letting out little moans and grunts as Blaine watched him in awe, his finger still pushing through. Kurt's expression was one of lust, his blue eyes hooded, hiding beneath long lashes, his lips parted, small sounds escaping them.
"Can I try a second or is this..?"
"Yes," Kurt hissed. "Please. Yes."
He used the lube again and worked in a second finger, scissoring his fingers and crooking them here and bending them there and when Blaine crooked, Kurt tightened and he let out this sound that made Blaine want to flip him over and fuck him into the mattress.
"Kurt," Blaine found himself saying. "I want you – now" his voice hoarse with desire.
Kurt froze and pulled back from Blaine's mouth, his dilated eyes bright and studious and Blaine was breathing too quickly and everything felt like a blur, yet very real at the same time.
Kurt's hands were fumbling with Blaine's pants and it took him a few minutes to get them off entirely. He slid his underwear off, then, too and Blaine felt exposed, never had any of his other dates undressed him before, he'd barely gave them a chance to pull down their pants, let alone do anything else – not that he would have let them anyway. It was weird and wonderful and scary at the same time and right now Blaine didn't want to think about why because Kurt's hands were wrapped around his stiff cock Blaine gasped and then whined and Kurt's movements were coming harder and faster and Blaine just needed him, all of him, in every single way possible.
"Please God tell me you're ready" Blaine almost whined into his mouth. Blaine knew he wouldn't last much longer if Kurt carried on the way he did
"I-I'm ready," Kurt choked out after a while. His heart was hammering in his chest at the thought of what was about to happen.
A sigh of relief escaped Blaine's lips as he rolled the condom on, then took the lube again and coated it over his twitching cock. He spread it over his length, then moved to line himself up with Kurt's stretched opening. He took a deep breath, looked down into Kurt's bright blue eyes. They were glazed and wide and he gave a small nod. Blaine took this as a signal to move forward, so he did, very slowly, almost painfully do. He kept moving, until Kurt cried out in protest.
"Sorry," Blaine muttered, his body aching. He just needed to tilt his hips and he would be all the way in.
Kurt was groaning quietly, his head thrown further back now, his eyes shut tightly. Blaine looked down at him in concern, his length still throbbing painfully.
"Are you okay? How do you feel?" Blaine asked, swallowing hard. He wasn't used to this, for lack of a better word intimacy with another person, the whole being patient thing was causing his cock to ache painfully, but he couldn't bring himself to hurt him, not when he looked more perfect than anything he had seen in his entire life. He would wait for him to get used to the feeling, he just hoped it was worth it.
"Full. Like, really full, but, yeah," Kurt nodded, eyes closing tightly and then opening again. "I'm okay, just don't move for a minute, okay?"
Blaine nodded, mentally slapping himself for being considerate this one time.
"Okay," Kurt said, soon after. "Can we go really slowly?"
"Definitely," Blaine nodded, happy to be at least given the go ahead to move and eased himself backwards. Kurt held his breath, until Blaine slid back in. They repeated this for a long time, until Blaine was moving more freely and Kurt wasn't protesting as much and he didn't feel like he was putting him through too much torture any more. Blaine moved then, harder and faster and Kurt was thrusting his hips forward to meet Blaine and soon they had found a rhythm and their mouths were emitting these sounds that could have passed for both pleasure and pain, their moans mingling and Blaine felt dizzy and the world was spinning and his mind and heart and the blood in his veins were racing and he could feel the climax building and building and building and God, he was so, so close.
Kurt's hand reached down to grasp his own hard cock, now resting against his stomach and Blaine could only stare as he moved his hand back and forth with ease. He knew Kurt was close then when his hips started to move more quickly, jerking randomly every few moments and his legs tightened around Blaine's waist. Every time Blaine inched forward and hit that spot, Kurt whined almost distressingly and it made Blaine crazy, just to hear him making those sounds and it made him even crazier when he reminded himself that he was making those sounds because of him.
Kurt came first, with a groan that sounded suspiciously like Blaine's name and he was shooting white streams all up his own chest and on Blaine's, too and the sight of this brought Blaine almost instantly into full orgasm. He felt the world whitening around the edges, his mind going fuzzy, his blood running like electricity through his veins and he was coming, his hips plunging back and forth rapidly and Kurt was crying out and Blaine heard Kurt's name being called, before realizing he had been the one to call it and then their movements had slowed and they were breathing heavily, the heat between their bodies almost stifling.
Blaine eased himself out of Kurt, who looked worn out, his eyes closed, the dim light from the glowing lamp beside them, caressing his milky eyelids and those long, thick lashes. Blaine grabbed a handful of tissues from his side table and cleaned both of them off, before wrapping the used condom in the tissue and flinging it across the room towards the bin. He couldn't find the strength to stand and make sure it had made it.
"Are you okay?" Blaine asked again, laying down next to Kurt, his body tired.
"I'm okay," Kurt replied, breathlessly. "I'm okay."
Blaine awoke with a start, surrounded by unfamiliar warmth, an intoxicating scent of strawberry and vanilla, an arm draped across chest and soft hair tickling his chin.
Normally this would be cause to panic, he never shared a bed when he was away from home, but looking down at the sweet face that was nuzzled into his side, he couldn't panic, in fact, he had never felt more relaxed in his life – well relaxed and sweaty. He needed a shower – and badly.
Slipping carefully out from Kurt's grasp, trying desperately not to wake him, he made his way to the bathroom, taking one last look at Kurt snuggled in his spot before exiting.
As he stepped under the hot spray of the shower, he let his eyes snap shut, waiting for the tears, the anger – anything to come, but it didn't, he didn't even feel the need. It was oddly unsettling, as that had been the routine after every date so far – he'd wind up crying hysterically, fists clenched against the cold tiled wall, scrubbing himself until he was red raw, swearing that he'd never do it again.
It bothered him a little, that he wasn't even the slightest bit upset by his actions, even a few tears would have given him some sort of relief from the dread that currently sat at the bottom of his stomach, like a lead balloon weighing him down.
He quickly stepped back out from under the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist, the shower was giving him too much time to think and he didn't like what his mind was conjuring up.
He made his way back to the bedroom where Kurt was still sleeping soundly, the creamy expanse of his back glowing in the light of the lamp, his chestnut hair a mess, falling across his forehead, his face relaxed, and in that moment Blaine didn't think he had ever seen anything more devastatingly beautiful in his entire life.
"What are you doing to me?" he whispered, knowing that whether he liked it or not that this boy had gotten under his skin and wasn't leaving anytime soon.
