After the safety drill that took nearly an hour, Kurt was taken away by Finn to go swim. Blaine was nowhere to be found, and time passed. Blaine finally caught up with Kurt, took his hand, and led him to an elevator.
"Kurt, it wasn't even a big deal. See? We could've just stayed back at the room and," Blaine pressed Kurt up against the wall of the elevator that they stood in, to where he stood behind Kurt and Kurt was completely restrained. He rolled his hips forward. "Finished."
Kurt let out a loud whine as Blaine continued to buck his hips on the swell of Kurt's ass. The elevator dinged as a reminder from a deity that they weren't in private. The doors opened and they exited to their floor.
"Can we go finish now?" Blaine asked, and Kurt shook his head as he looked at the clock on his wrist.
"It's 5:44. We have to be at dinner in sixteen minutes." Kurt sighed.
"Can't we skip tonight?" Blaine pouted.
"We can't skip. Well, at least I can't. You're more than welcome to go get off solo style, but—"
"I did that while you swam, though. I want you." Blaine lowered his voice to accentuate his point, making every bone in Kurt's body shiver.
"I have to go." Kurt said, kissing Blaine chastely and leaving him by himself in the middle of the hallway.
"I love you!" Blaine called out, and Kurt turned around and supplied him a toothy smile.
"I love you too!" Kurt replied.
At dinner, Kurt smiled brightly as Blaine took his seat directly next to him. Kurt's smile faded away after Giorgi came over to the table with a large frown.
"I'm so sorry about the news we received today, guys. It's been real fun." He said.
Kurt furrowed his brow as he saw the rest of the table (aside from Blaine) with large frowns, nodding.
"What? What's going on?" Blaine asked.
"You guys didn't hear?" Carole asked.
"Were you paying attention at the safety breech?" Cooper asked.
"Not really." Kurt replied.
"There's a very large hurricane headed straight for us. The captain tried to go around it, but it's too big. He had to turn around. We'll be back in port by tomorrow." Burt said sadly.
"But that's impossible. We've been at sea for two days." Kurt shook his head.
"Captain turned around this morning. He's been moving the ship at faster speeds, too."
"Is that why it was so windy when Finn and I were swimming today?" Kurt asked, and Burt nodded.
"So, wait. This is our last night?" Blaine asked, and Petulia nodded.
"Unfortunately, yes, son." She replied.
Blaine's eyes immediately filled with tears, and Kurt reached under the table and grabbed his thigh, giving him a reassuring squeeze.
"It's okay, babe. It's gonna be okay." Kurt whispered to Blaine, and she shook his head viciously.
"No, no it's not." Blaine said as he stood up to exit the table.
"Blaine Devon Anderson, you sit down right now. You have not sat down for a full meal with the rest of us since the first night. I refuse you the right to be able to leave when you please on the last night that we'll be together with these…. Nice people." Michael said, and Blaine bit his lip as tears rolled down his cheeks and he was forced to sit down.
"Just like tons of other rights you've stripped me off." Blaine muttered, and Kurt grabbed his hands.
"It's gonna be okay." Kurt whispered again, and Blaine nodded slowly.
After dinner, Kurt and Blaine immediately headed to the night club.
"Let's just go have some fun on our last night."
Kurt agreed, and off they went. When they reached the big, transparent doors thrumming with the vibration of the bass, they intertwined their fingers and headed in.
The smell of pure alcohol, sweat, and sex hit their noses as they walked in, and it was completely liberating. Blaine's entire demeanor changed as he walked in, squeezing Kurt's hand tighter and leading him to the dance floor. Blaine began thrusting in the most pornographic way against Kurt's thigh, and Kurt couldn't even fathom how turned on he was. He grabbed Blaine around the shoulders, interlacing his fingers through Blaine's sweaty locks. He pressed their lips together, and everything was teeth and no tongue at all until Kurt tilted his head, and everything got all hot and heavy way too soon. Their mouths were sloppily moving together in the hottest way possible.
Of course, that was too good to last. A drunken woman with a fruity drink backed up onto Kurt and slipped, spilling the entirety of her beverage onto Kurt, laughing deliriously.
Kurt stood in shock and anger, dusting off the pellets of ice and attempting to squeeze out the liquid from his shirt.
"Watch where the fuck you're going!" He yelled.
"Fucking twink!" The lady yelled back as she stumbled away.
Blaine folded his lips in his mouth and attempted to hold in a giggle. Kurt looked up and noticed, and Kurt started laughing. He laughed loudly and grabbed Blaine's hand to escape from the club. They headed up to the lido deck to get food and some peace.
When they had gotten their sandwiches and fruit on their plates, they sat down at a table and talked.
"Hey, Kurt… did you hear what that lady called you?" Blaine asked after a few minutes of silence.
Kurt's smile faded and he licked his lips as he let his eyes fall shut. He brought his hand up to his forehead as he continued to fork at his plate.
"Kurt, did you hear—" Blaine began.
"Yeah, yeah, I heard." Kurt said quickly, as if he were attempting to let it roll off of him.
"Are you okay?" Blaine asked as he observed Kurt's shoulders tensing as he sighed deeply.
Kurt looked up at Blaine with stress in his eyes and wrinkles in his forehead. "Yeah, I'm okay. I've gotten used to it."
Blaine linked his hand with Kurt's, rubbing gently across his knuckles. "Kurt, I love you."
"I love you too. The only thing that I'm still getting used to now is the fact that it probably won't be changing anytime soon. Which is fine, I guess. Just because others don't like me doesn't mean that I have to dislike me. Plus… now I have you."
"I wish I could be like you, Kurt." Blaine said sadly, and Kurt furrowed his brow.
"What?"
"It's my father... He tears me down faster than anyone else and no one gets it. He's never accepted me. He's always been a good dad. I know that he has tried in that past… but now, now I just feel like he's trying to mold me into his perfect, cookie-cutter son. It's like he's never going to be proud of me until I'm straight…. And I hate it, Kurt. It makes me hate me." Blaine's brow wrinkles up into his forehead, and Kurt gave his hand a squeeze.
"Blaine, look at me. Look at me, B." Kurt said, and Blaine shook his head.
Kurt reached across the table and cupped Blaine's jaw to guide his face towards him.
"You're perfect, okay? I love you more than anything, and you're one of the most incredible people I've ever met. And once we get home, we're going to live our lives together, happy. Do you understand me?" Kurt tried to say, but Blaine's frown didn't let up.
"Kurt, there's something that I have to tell you." He confessed.
"Okay, so tell me." Kurt said, puzzled.
"I'm moving once I get home."
"W-what?" Kurt asked, his entire world collapsing before his eyes.
"To New York." Blaine continued, and Kurt's eyes filled with tears.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because we were having so much fun, and I didn't want to tell you that we wouldn't be able to do this once we got off the ship. I was planning on telling you, I just thought we had more time, and I just—"
"Blaine, we're not going to see each other again."
"But—"
"I can't afford to come every weekend, I can't afford the gas or the plane ticket, and I don't know when I'll be able to." Kurt's eyes became floodgates that had opened, and the sobs weren't dulling.
"But, Kurt-"
"I just don't want to lose you." Kurt continued to cry.
"And you won't. I'll make sure of that. I love you, Kurt. And I'm going to make this work."
"Do you promise?"
"I swear."
Kurt led Blaine to his room to sit and talk. They called room service to bring them tea, milk, and honey. They poured their tea into their respective cups, milk and honey in with it. They sat, hand in hand, talking about things that didn't matter and whispering sweet nothings into each other's skin.
"You know, I love honey." Kurt said, and Blaine laughed.
"I've never had it besides in drinks." Blaine admitted, and Kurt gasped loudly.
"What!?"
"Yeah."
"Blaine Devon Anderson! Try some. Right now. Put some on your finger and eat it." Kurt handed him the bottle of honey, and Blaine laughed as he dribbled the substance onto his finger and put it in his mouth. His eyes lidded shut as he hummed as the sweet taste filled his mouth.
"Good, right?"
"It's delicious." Blaine replied.
They laughed as they both continued putting honey on their fingers and licking it off of themselves. Blaine dripped some on his thumb, still laughing. His laughter dulled as he lifted his thumb to Kurt's mouth. Kurt's smile faded, and his eyes turned dark. He eyed Blaine momentarily before slowly taking Blaine's thumb between his lips. He kept eye contact with Blaine, and Blaine was in awe. Kurt swirled his tongue around Blaine's finger, sucking and licking tenderly. Blaine looked at Kurt like he was god.
Kurt pulled off of Blaine's finger slowly, looking innocently at the ground. Blaine thumbed over Kurt's lip, breathless.
"You know," Blaine breathed. "We never…" He breathed deeply, pinching out his voice. "Finished."
Kurt looked up and locked his eyes with Blaine's. He surged forward and captured Blaine's lips, kissing slowly and tenderly. Blaine whined as he grabbed Kurt's hips possessively. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders and Blaine turned them around to where Kurt fell on the bed. Blaine crawled on top of him, discarding his shirt and unbuttoning Kurt's. He slid the shirt off of Kurt's smooth shoulders, kissing his jaw and traveling down to his neck, his collarbone, his shoulder, his chest, and Blaine kissed Kurt's nipple tenderly.
Kurt hummed with pleasure, his breathing uneasy and stuttered.
"Kurt, I love you. I love you so much." Blaine whispered against Kurt's skin as he mouthed at the tender flesh.
Kurt gripped carelessly at the sheets, his hips bucking up as Blaine mouthed above his pants line. Blaine looked up at Kurt, received a nod, and then he began discarding his pants. He took Kurt's off next, tossing them aside onto a pile in the floor.
Kurt's cock laid hot and heavy inside his briefs, a wet spot damping the front where his pre-come had already began to form. Blaine mouthed at Kurt's cock through the thin material, and Kurt groaned loudly. Blaine practically growled as he crawled back on top of Kurt, taking the flat of his palm and pressing down on Kurt's cock. Kurt moaned, loud and needy, breaking the stillness of the air.
"Please," Kurt breathed, and Blaine slid his waistband down, the cool air hitting his own cock.
"Blaine, please. Need you. Want you." Kurt whined loudly.
"No." Blaine growled.
"Wha—"
"Gonna ride you." Blaine said lowly, and Kurt's breath caught in his chest.
Blaine scrambled to grab condoms from his wallet. After a moment, he returned and tossed them on the bed next to them. He took Kurt's briefs off, and Kurt gasped as his cock felt the cold air. Blaine moved down to Kurt's cock, mouthing at it and kissing the shaft before taking the head into his mouth. Kurt grunted, and Blaine moaned around his cock. Blaine's hand traveled down to his own cock, pumping in time with his lips.
"So good, baby. So good." Kurt moans before Blaine is up, tearing one of the condom open with his teeth. He wraps it around Kurt's cock as he scrambled up to straddle Kurt. He lowered himself down, and he let out a loud moan as Kurt filled him. He sat for a moment, admiring the way that sweat broke out on Kurt's forehead that was crinkled up in pleasure.
Kurt's hips began involuntarily rolling up, forcing Blaine to move slightly. Blaine groaned, picking his hips up and snapping them back down. Kurt's hands latched to Blaine's hips as he whined.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit." Kurt breathed as Blaine bounced on his cock.
Kurt picked up his hips in time to meet Blaine's bounces, his hips snapping up to hit Blaine's ass. Blaine moaned as Kurt's fingers dug so hard into his hips that he was sure that there would be bruises in the morning.
"Shit, B, I'm gonna… I'm gonna—" Kurt said as he furrowed his brow and parted his lips, his hips thrumming with pleasure and snapping up quicker than before. His hips slammed up one more time. He grunted loudly as he came inside Blaine, his hips rolling lazily around for a moment in post-orgasmic haze.
"We're not done yet." Blaine growled, standing up off of Kurt. Kurt winced slightly, but then Blaine was putting on a condom on his own cock, pushing Kurt's legs back, and slamming into him before he could protest.
"I love you." Blaine growled as he thrust into Kurt's tight ass.
"So fucking good." Kurt whispered, his arms going slack against the bed.
Blaine's pace quickened, his breaths getting shorter. He continued thrusting into Kurt until he lost control and came. He rode out his orgasm, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His body went limp as he rolled over beside Kurt. They discarded their condoms, giggling and lazily kissing.
"Kurt, I love you so much." Blaine said softly, fingering through Kurt's hair.
"I love you more, B." Kurt replied.
"You're the best thing to ever happen to me." Blaine whispered, and Kurt smiled. They lazily kissed until they slowly fell into sleep.
But when Kurt awoke, he awoke to only himself in the bed.