"Hello room service?" A soft knock came from outside their hotel room, and Blaine quickly wrapped the bathrobe around himself, Kurt still showering in the bathroom.
"Come in." Blaine greeted politely, a warm motherly face came into view.
"I'll take about 5 minutes to change them, sorry if it causes any inconvenience." She went over, and started removing the soiled ones, not fazed by it.
"Umm, sorry about that." Blaine shuffled his feet, blushing.
"I've seen worse, don't you worry your pretty little head. Came from the church wedding I guess?" She went and took her portable steam vacuum and sanitized the bedding, then replaced a new set of sheets.
"Yeah. Oh and don't tuck the blankets."
"Room Service!" Another knock came, and handed him a black box with a golden ribbon.
"Thanks."
The motherly housekeeper gave a tiny chuckle, eyes flickering to the bathroom door, which creaked open to reveal a fresh tousled Kurt, thankfully with a robe on as well.
"Ahh, young love." She sighed, bowing politely, receiving a generous bill from Blaine and smiling to herself. "Thank you."
"Mmmmm bed." Kurt flung himself onto the clean sheets, after the woman had left their room, Blaine looking at him with so much love. "Join me?"
"I'd love to, after I get a quick shower." He placed a small kiss on Kurt's lips, responded with equal passion, and slid away into the bathroom.
Burt sat on the couch, shaking his head. His boy is almost 20, he shouldn't be meddling anymore.
"Why the long face?" Carole came from the stairs, and gave Burt a shoulder massage.
"Kurt just told me he and Blaine are at a hotel, not sure if I should feel angry, or happy, or whatever." He grunted, taking a swig at his fruit juice.
"So they're together? Like back in a relationship?" Carole smiled, it's about time!
"That's the problem, they're just together for sex. So as Kurt implies.. What have become of my little boy.."
Carole sighed in disappointment, nodding. "I know how it feels. But Kurt he- he's a young, attractive, handsome man. He could easily hook up with anyone in New York if he wanted to, but he didn't. He knew it wasn't safe enough, he knew he trusted Blaine enough to do that."
"Can't he just not do anything?" He frowned, realizing how absurd he sounded.
"Burt. It's been almost four months, anyone will get frustrated. It isn't really healthy to stifle that, especially when he's so young. He might get so clouded with lust, he'll go for one night stands instead."
He shivered at the thought, squeamish.
"Although it may not be his finest moment, I think Kurt knows that, but we as parents only can give so much." Carole grinned, kissing Burt on his temple and left him thinking.
"I guess it's not that bad, stepping back to see the big picture.." He mumbled. He could be in bed with an anonymous guy with diseases, but Blaine was Blaine. Anything to make Kurt happy. At least Kurt was sticking to only one sexual partner. The toys didn't count right?
Kurt fell asleep on the luscious bed before Blaine finished, and Blaine watched him with equal parts of amazement and hope. He curled himself into Kurt beside him. He was happy. He's happy to be back in the arms of his lover, but he knew he'll wait it out until Kurt was ready to let him into his shield, no matter how long it takes. He had fucked up on that front, but he's sure that Kurt is the one, nobody else had he felt as comfortable and spiritually connected to, and nobody else he loved more than himself.
"I've never stopped loving you. I don't think I ever can." Blaine whispered, giving a tender kiss on Kurt's forehead. It wasn't melancholic; it wasn't sad. It's just, love that seemed to overcome him and right there, he was happy and sated.
Kurt woke up to the warmth of Blaine's hug, a rush of nostalgia hitting him. He was peacefully sleeping, lips slightly agape as his chest rose to his breaths. He leaned his ears to his torso, feeling at home at the familiar heartbeat. He put a hand to his own chest, feeling his heart still pattering in tandem just like 4 months ago, he had never lost that connection.
"Just give me a little more time.." He whispered, a small beg escaping him. He leaned in, started kissing the heated neck, rekindling the passion he stifled for so long. Blaine woke up from the pressure against his lips, woozily kissing back and felt a tongue reaching between his lips. He felt Kurt hovering above him, nose squashed together as the continued making out.
Blaine's arms cradled Kurt's broad shoulders, sliding the bathrobe halfway down his biceps, and pulled away to rake his eyes up and down his torso. He had just seen Kurt naked 2 hours ago, but seeing Kurt like this, revealing a bit of shoulder and a slit from the bathrobe up his inner thigh, eyes darkened, made him want him more than when he was totally naked.
"Just so you know, you looking really, really sexy in a bathrobe." Blaine smiled when Kurt's eyes flutter in a shy smile, and then settle himself between his legs.
"Thank you. So do you. Did you wax your chest hair?" He looked at the baby fine hair now littered over his chest, grinning like a cat.
"For my McKinley photoshoot." He recalled Sam telling the guys to wax all their hair off, but he'd taking the extra step for his manscaping. He gave out a small giggle at Sam talking all his tips, baby socks..
"You're thinking of another man." Kurt stated, keeping a straight face.
"Uh, what? No." He shook his head, looking at Kurt.
"You're fiddling my robe. Is it Sam?"
"How.."
Kurt responded by loosening the knot on the bathrobe, giving Blaine's eyes a treat from the middle of his chest down to a loosely covered private part. He stuttered on his breath, warming up.
"You like Sam?" He smirked, oh god where the hell did Kurt learn these kind of expressions?!
" ?" Blaine squeaked, trembling with the amount of sexuality rolling in waves off Kurt.
"I'll make sure that will be a true statement." Kurt winked, attacking him with a cruel slow nudge at his groin. A trail of kisses was made down to his chest again, taking a little nibble at his nub.
"Argh Kurt! That hurts!- ohh..mm.." His protest weakened when teeth were replaced by kisses and kitten licks, feeling goose bumps pop up.
"I love it when your nipples get hard." Kurt looked into his eyes, mouth going on to enclose the other one.
"Ohh.." Blaine knew he's in trouble. "No.."
"Hmm?" Kurt looked at him, lifting himself and sat on Blaine's crotch, making sure it was between his ass.
"Augh Ku you cant tha.." Blaine blabbered, not sure what to say. Kurt began gently humping, the two layers of bath towels made the friction less delicious but more electrifying, it was addictive, but it wasn't enough.
"Mre..?" Blaine managed, having his hands held down by Kurt. Kurt merely opened the bath robe between Blaine's legs, and settled back down. Blaine shuddered, his cock rubbing against the soft cloth. He thrusted a little, getting harder and harder by the minute. He whined loudly, tears gathering with the need to feel Kurt.
"Fuck me Kurt, please." He leaned up for a kiss, mumbling against his lips. "Fuck me softly."
"That sounds so hot, however that works. Say it again." Kurt mewled, feeling his cock grow in size at the desperation in Blaine's voice.
"I want you gently fuck me..?" He tried, making Kurt giggle. "And gradually fuck me harder and harder, Kurt. I want to feel you inside me."
"Finally." Kurt pulled the bathrobe open, a hard cock now in plain view. Blaine was delirious with Kurt's mouth kissing his tummy, and a lubed palm rubbing his balls teasingly and around his anus. A finger pressed in him, circling, and slid out once again.
"Kurttt!" Blaine growled, widening his legs.
"Shhh Blaine! I need more lube!" Kurt popped the bottle, instead of getting it on his fingers, pouring half a bottle messily on his crotch.
"Hurry up! Oh…." A slick finger entered him again, well lubricated and strong. He felt his rear end expanding, knowing another finger joined in the dance.
"Thank goodness for edible lube." Kurt lowered his mouth onto the grape covered cock, feeling it slick between his tongue, the excess that coated his lips when he went down. He worked on getting three fingers in, deliberately avoiding the prostate.
"Blaine, condom." He ordered, one hand fingers buried inside Blaine, another hand too covered in lube. Blaine reached to the box, and tore the wrapper. Pinching the tip, he rolled down the rest onto Kurt's length, and watched him cover in purple lube and line himself against his rear.
"You are totally sure, right?" He asked the last time, needing to make sure.
"Yes Kurt, I need this friend sex thing I need to get laid right now-owwwww" The fingers removed, replaced by a tip of something warmer and more slippery.
"Did I hurt you? Blaine?"
"Nooo….." Blaine panted, realizing how wrecked he sounds. "Just…very..sexed.. Go in, in Kurt." Kurt chuckled, slowly pushing himself in, warmth surround his cock that he missed.
"Fuck..fuck..fuck.." Kurt was getting as wrecked as Blaine, chanting a stream of cuss until finally fully topped. "Blaine how in the world are you so tight.." He said breathlessly, peppering kisses on him again.
"I.. Cock." Blaine said, feeling like heaven right now, although his rim was burning, he felt his prostate firmly against Kurt's hardness, pulsing in rhythm to his heartbeat.
"That doesn't even make sense. Are you okay Blaine? " Kurt looked at him, worried.
"Your cock is so much bigger.. than my dildo." Blaine panted, waiting for his muscles to relax.
"Hmm.." He hummed, feeling Blaine's thighs slowly relax from mid-air to around his waist, then shifting his ass. He was ready. Kurt slowly dragged out, listening to Blaine's small moans, whether it was from pain or pleasure.
"Slow fucking.." Blaine clasped at Kurt's back, still wrapped by that stupid robe, and went from underneath the armpits to touch the bare skin.
"Touch me.." Kurt whispered, eyes rolling shut when the hands caressed his body, the intense pleasure that came from the tight cavern coupled with the sensitive touches. His hips rocked slowly in rhythm, letting Blaine get used to the intrusion, which could be heard from the soft moans and dragged out and the clawing at his back, trying to ground himself.
"Kurt.. You can go faster.." Blaine gasped, voice raspy. He was focused on the ceiling, concentrated on the ridge on Kurt's penis that brushed against his prostate at every thrust. Kurt melted him with a series of familiar hot kisses, those they exchanged every few days not so long ago.
Kurt loved this position they're in, missionary, Blaine's legs wrapped around his hips that determined how fast he should go, more because he could see his lover beneath him, the soft breathy moans against his neck, he could look into his eyes that squeezed shut whenever he angle his hips. He feels connected, he feels loved. He feels like he could love Blaine again.
"I love you Blaine." He gasped, thrusting towards his prostate, Blaine moaning his confession as well.
"Awh god I love you so much." He humped against Kurt's stomach, feeling the release barreling close. He clutched Kurt close, their chests meeting tight as their hip stuttered and went harder, Blaine's orgasm hitting first as he came between the both of them.
"Blaine!" Kurt's groans rose by an octave, grabbing his hips and thrusted once more, feeling the anal walls clench with Blaine's climax, leading to his as well. He felt himself twitch and came into the condom, the intensity of it made him tear up at the base of Blaine's neck.
"Unnngh.." Kurt collapsed on top of him, totally worn out and sticky. Blaine held him close, cradling his soft hair, letting him fall asleep in his arms next to him as he cleaned them up with a pack of wet tissue.
"We'll be okay." Blaine whispered, "I know we'll be okay."
Kurt nodded.
