A/N: Nothing better to do today, so here is an update! :P Enjoy policeman!Blaine! ;)
Warnings: Smut...:D
Chapter 3
As Kurt paced back and forth in his living room, checking and double checking his appearance in his oval mirror above his fireplace, he took a deep breath to just...calm his nerves. Blaine had texted him, and told him he decided to pick him up.
Because today, well, tonight, Blaine is taking him out on a date. Nervous? Check. Excited? Check. He wore tight skinny black and white striped pants, his lace-high Alexander McQeen black boots, and his white button up shirt, complete with a black vest over it. As usual, his hair was perfectly coiffed.
His eyes widened as his doorbell rang, knowing Blaine was here. He bit his lip, and wiped his hands nervously on his pants as he went to answer the door.
He opened the door, and upon seeing Blaine, his breath hitched. Blaine was...beautiful. And Kurt was pretty sure he was going to DIE tonight. "H-Hi, Blaine..." Kurt stuttered as his eyes raked up and down Blaine's body. Blaine wore red cargo pants with a black muscle t-shirt. Kurt noticed a purple and black polka dotted bowtie around his neck. Well...this is definately a different side of Blaine Anderson.
"Kurt..." Blaine mumbled, with a lick of his lips. His eyes roamed the taller man's body, taking in his full appearance. "You ready...?"
"Y-Yeah...let me grab my jacket..." Kurt replied, and turned to grab his jacket.
Blaine mumbled, his eyes never leaving Kurt's round, supple ass, "Yeah, you do that, Kurt..." I want to grab something else...all in good time, Kurt. All in good time...
As Kurt shut and locked his door, he took another deep breath, and they walked to Blaine's car. Kurt smiled and said, "Nice, Blaine..." A 2010 black Prius. Nice indeed.
"Psssh, this old thang?" Blaine laughed, "Thanks. My dad got it for me when I was a junior in high school. It's obviously what I drive when I'm not working..." He opened the door, and Kurt got in.
Blaine backed out of Kurt's driveway, and they were on their way...to where ever Blaine decided to take them. "Blaine...?" Kurt asked.
"Yeeeees, Kurt?" Bline responded with a smirk.
Fuck. He's hot. "W-Where are we going for our date tonight?"
"That's for ME to know, and for YOU to find out..." Blaine winked at him, and Kurt's heart may or may not have skipped a beat.
Blaine turned the radio on to Katy Perry's Teenage Dream, and they were on their way.
xxxK&Bxxx
"What is this place?" Kurt asked in complete awe, his eyes taking in the view of a nice two story house. Wait...Did...did he take me to his HOUSE?! Jesus...
"This is my house, c'mon, Kurt, let me show you." Blaine grinned, getting out and opening the car door for Kurt. Kurt's mouth hung open the entire time. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, pulling them both to the door. His hand fits with mine perfectly, and he's so warm...
They walked into Blaine's Victorian, more or less, and Kurt took the time to really look around. As they stood in his living room, Kurt noticed white spiral stairs leading upstairs, and a large modern chandlelier hung up above them. "Damnnnn..." Kurt mumbled, eyes never leaving the exqusiete decor of his house.
"Let me show you my bedroom, Kurt." Blaine said lowly.
Kurt's head snapped back to Blaine's dark, lustful gaze, and Kurt gulped. He nodded, and Blaine led them upstairs. His eyes oogled Blaine's ass the entire way, and he found himself licking his lips.
"Are you staring at my ass, Kurt?"
Kurt snapped out of his trance of that devine ass. "N-No! I'm not!" Smooth, Kurt, Jesus...
As they got to the top, Blaine grabbed Kurt's waist, pulling him closer. "It's totally ok if you were...if fact..." Blaine whispered hotly into Kurt's ear, making Kurt shiver with desire, "I want you to look at ALL of me...Kuuuurt..." He growled, and his eyes lowered to the poreclain man's pink, full lips. Blaine licked his own, and Kurt whimpered as Blaine surged forward, crashing his lips to Kurt's. Kurt's hands found those dark, unruly and thick curls and he ran his hands through the shorter man's hair, pulling desperately.
Blaine's tongue licked Kurts's bottom lip, and Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth letting Blaine take full control. With roaming limbs...and hot wet kisses...Blaine managed to pull Kurt to his bedroom door. As Blaine pulled away momentarily, (a whimper from Kurt at the loss of just...Blaine...) he whispered, "Bedroom. Now. Strip for me Kurt."
Kurt only nodded, his pupils dilated, and Blaine crashed his lips back to Kurt's as he opened his door. He grabbed Kurt around his waist, hoisting him up against the wall, and Kurt moaned throwing his head back. "B-Blaaaaine...ohmyGOD...y-you f-feel amazing ...you're so warm...ahhhhh..."
"Tell me what you want, Kurt. I'll do anything...tell me, c'mon, baby..." Blaine mumbled, his lips trailing up and down Kurt's neck, hot breath ghosting lightly over his earlobe.
"God, Blaine, bite me...lick me...suck me...then fuck me..." Kurt said along with incoherent nonsense, his eyes rolling back as Blaine bit love marks and red and purple hickeys on a paticular spot behind Kurt's left ear, where he had a slight noticable scar.
Blaine paused, then he smirk devishly, throwing Kurt on the bed. "As you wish, beautiful..."
Kurt squeaked as he landed on the bed, and his curious eyes followed the sexy cop. Blaine rummaged through his nightstand, obviously looking for something important...
"Aha!" Blaine yelled in triumph, holding up a pair of shiny metal handcuffs. His lust-blown eyes gazed upon Kurt's crimson face, and he ordered, "Strip, beautiful. Now."
Kurt licked his lips, and obeyed immeditely. Oh God, please, PLEASE tell me he's going to use those on me...fuck! Kurt thought as he removed his pants in one swift move, along with his shirt, his eyes never leaving Blaine's.
Blaine also retrieved a small bottle of lube and he headed towards the bed to hover above this gorgeous flawless man before him.
Kurt smiled, and he placed his arms comfortably behind his head. "Like what you see, hmmm?" He teased playfully.
Blaine growled and said, "Hands. Now."
Kurt obeyed yet again, held out his hands, and said, "Officer! I don't understand what I did wrong? What am I being arrested for?"
Blaine stopped, mouth agape, and Kurt winked to show him he was, indeed, just roleplaying. Blaine gathered his thoughts, "You, Mr. Hummel, are arrested for being waaaaaay too sexy for your own good. So, therefore, YOU are illegal..." Blaine smirked, handcuffing the now flabbergasted man laying on his bed. "How are you so damn beautiful, Mr. Hummel, hmmmm?" Blaine asked Kurt, now trailing his nose up and down Kurt's pale smooth chest, earning a moan from Kurt.
"I-I could s-say the s-sssame about you, Mr. Anderson, ahhhh...d-do that again, p-please..." Kurt begged, head thrown back and his back arched off the bed in pure wanton.
Blaine stripped off his clothes, and Kurt mewled at the sight of one sexy Blaine Anderson. His curelean eyes roamed up and down his fit body...taking in his defined abs...to his toned, dark haired legs...to his beautiful cock, ready and waiting for Kurt.
Kurt's breathing hitched as Blaine came closer. "B-Blaine...GOD, DO something...I-I'm ..."
Blaine licked his lips and straddled Kurt, running his hands up and down Kurt's long lean legs. "Do what, exactly, Mr. Hummel?"
"A-Anything...please...J-Jesus...you're gorgeous, Blaine..." Kurt whispered as he stared into those honey amber pools.
Suddenly, Kurt heard a familiar pop! and his eyes widened at the slight of Blaine pouring generous amounts of lube on his fingers. "Kurt?"
Kurt gulped.
"If I'm doing anything that's uncomfortable for you, please stop me and let me know." Blaine said sincerely.
Kurt scoffed. "Really, Blaine? Just. Fuck. Me. Do. Something. Please."
Blaine spread Kurt's legs apart, taking a minute to admire the view before him of Kurt's tight, puckered hole. He inserted a finger and leaned down to kiss Kurt passionately on the lips. "Damn, Kurt...you're s-so tight...mmmm..." Blaine said hotly breathing against the taller's lips as he looked for any signs of discomfort from Kurt.
"B-Blaine...I literally finger myself every night...stop being so damn gentle I'm not a doll..." Kurt moaned as Blaine growled, adding another finger to scissor them perfectly against the tight walls. "I-I want..."
"Yeeees, beautiful? Tell me...tell me what you want..." Blaine pressed, rutting his erection against Kurt's thigh.
"I w-would like t-to touch you, m-maybe..." Kurt panted, desperately trying to move his bound hands to touch this perfect curly-haired man.
"Nuh uh uh...not yet, beautiful, not yet..." Blaine teased.
Kurt whined.
"I have to fuck you first, baby...would you like that, Kurt, hmm?" Blaine asked lowly.
"Yesyesyesyesyesyes a million times yes!" Kurt rambled, eyes tightly closed in pure pleasure.
"Ssssh, I've got you..." Blaine withdrew his fingers, and Kurt opened his eyes and whimpered from the loss. Blaine cooed, "It's ok..." A hand gently caressed Kurt's cheek, and Kurt leaned into the touch. Blaine wiped the lube off of the other hand he used, and he slowly entered Kurt's ass.
Finally, when Blaine was completely bottomed out, he hovered over Kurt, staring into those curelean pools and said, "Let me know when you're ready..."
"M-Move, Blaine..." Kurt smiled, and pulled him in for a kiss. Blaine moaned as he started to move at a steady pace. "Ohhhh, yes...G-God...fuuuuck me..." Kurt whispered into the dark, hands still bound, itching to touch Blaine.
Beads of sweat started pouring off of Blaine's forhead...chest...neck...suddenly, the room got very hot, indeed. All that could be heard was the sound of skin on skin slapping and moans, grunts, growls, heavy panting, as Blaine fucked Kurt into oblivion. Kurt hooked his cuffed hands around Blaine's sweaty neck, and Blaine changed his position, trying to find that sweet spot inside Kurt.
"B-Blaine...d-do that aga-OH! YES!" Kurt pratically yelled, back arched as Blaine, indeed, found his prostate, and proceeded to hit it repeatedly.
"God, Kurt...t-those sounds you m-make...c-can I keep you forever...? P-Please...?" Blaine moaned, head thrown back as his hips snapped into Kurt.
"Yes...y-yes, j-just like that...unfg..." Kurt babbled, and Blaine wrapped a hand around Kurt's leaking erection, speading the precum at the tip.
"Kurt...I-I'm so close a-ahhh...c-come with me, gorgeous..." Blaine panted as his hips stuttered once, twice and his body spasmed as he shot his white hot seed into Kurt, babbling swear words and Kurt's name. Blaine pumped Kurt's swollen cock, and Kurt came instantly, shooting his come all over his chest, panting out Blaine's name as well.
"Mmmmm, Blaine...so...s-so good...nap now..." Kurt mumbled, as his eyes drooped close from pure bliss and exhaustion.
Blaine laughed against Kurt's chest, and closed his eyes for a moment. "We have to clean up..."
"Correction, YOU have to clean up..." Kurt argued.
"Me? Why me?" Blaine said, sticking out his tongue.
"Hmmm...because I never got to TOUCH you like you SAID I could..." Kurt said with a wriggle of his perfectly shaped eyebrows, and clinked his handcuffs against the bedframe.
Blaine just stared at Kurt for a moment. All of a sudden, he smirked. "Well, there's always next time, huh, beautiful?"
Oh FUCK yes!
A/N: This update was for C.J. I hope you enjoyed! ;) Reviews are like crack to me! :*:* Until next time...