A/N: Okay, kids. Hold on to your panties. Or boxers. Or maybe you should just get rid of them. I had a lovely time writing this. ;) *wipes sweat away* This was going to be one chapter in two parts but I'm such a wordy mother fucker that I'm just going to be kind and give you this long ass smutty chapter-y thing. Also if you see typos or anything….let me know, kay?
Warnings/Incentives: NOT SOFT FOCUS SEXIN. Okay but really is sex a warning at this point? Lol.
Blaine carefully cut into his lamb chop the following Monday evening. He chewed thoughtfully, humming in pleasure as he swallowed it down. "The lamb is delicious, mother."
She just mmm-ed in response. "That's nice, Blaine dear."
Blaine frowned a little. The watery look in her eyes and the dopey smile on her face made it clear that she'd been drinking wine since noon. His father coughed a little and wiped at the corners of his mouth.
"Son, I'm going to be out of town on business starting on Wednesday."
Blaine speared a few peas on his fork and swallowed before answering. "That's cool. Where are you going?"
"Milan!" his mother sang out. "I'm so excited!"
"You're going too, Mom?" Blaine said, trying not to choke on his water. If she was, that meant he had the house to himself. That meant he could invite Kurt over and…oh GOD. He swallowed hard.
"Oh, yes," she cooed. "I can't wait to go shopping, see the Duomo again, oh, and last time I was there, well, I was too busy enjoying myself to do things like see The Last Supper." She winked and Blaine's face twisted. He totally didn't want to think about what "I was too busy enjoying myself" could possibly mean.
"Uh, that's great." Blaine's voice sounded like a question to his ears.
"Are you going to be alright here by yourself until Sunday evening, son?" His father asked around a mouthful of mashed potatoes.
Blaine's eyebrows shot up. Are you fucking kidding? He refrained from putting too much excitement in his voice as he quietly answered his father. "I'll be fine. Can I have some of the Warblers over? Might get a little lonely."
"That's fine dear," his mother said dreamily. "I'll bring you back something lovely."
Blaine smiled warmly, and for once he didn't have to completely fake it. "Sounds great. So, what's for dessert?"
"Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed, pushing up off the locker and wrapped his boyfriend in a tight hug the following morning. He'd gotten to school a little early in his excitement and had been anxiously waiting by their lockers for ten minutes.
"I can't breathe!" Kurt wheezed. "What's going on, anyway?" he asked as Blaine's hold loosened a little. "Not that I'm complaining about being wrapped up in those delicious arms of yours," Kurt added hastily, running a hand down over his boyfriend's hard upper arm.
Blaine blushed a little. He'd done a bit of rowing back at Dalton, and he worked out semi-regularly, but…his arms weren't, you know, delicious (although he had to admit that each and every single part of Kurt's body was absolutely delectable thanks to daily yoga and elliptical sessions). He shook his head and delivered his news in a rush.
Kurt's eyes widened. "They're gonna be gone all week?"
Blaine nodded, his tongue darting out to moisten his suddenly dry lips. Thoughts of having hours to touch and kiss every inch of his beautiful boyfriend's body were making every part of his body feel hot and tight. Blaine realized Kurt was staring at him and flushed a little. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he half-whispered.
"I'm not," Kurt answered breathily. "Just…fuck, I'm just thinking about tomorrow night."
Blaine's eyes snapped up to Kurt's. "What happens then?"
Kurt smiled, and the way he leaned in a little closer made a shiver run down Blaine's spine.
"Oh, I think you know." Kurt turned around and scanned the hallway. No one was here—it was still a bit too early for everyone to be out and about. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Blaine's, smiling a little as Blaine groaned and his hands shot up to Kurt's hair.
They pulled apart, breathing hard.
"I have to go fix my hair," Kurt finally said softly. "See you at lunch?"
Blaine just nodded and savored the taste of Kurt on his lips as he pressed his back against the cool metal and tried to collect his thoughts. Unfortunately, all of his thoughts revolved around variations of him and Kurt, naked, sweating, writhing and moaning. He groaned and banged the back of his head against the locker.
A nudge against his shoulder made his eyes pop open in surprise and he gripped the strap of his bag a little tighter. He relaxed when he realized that it was just Puck.
"Hey," he said shakily. "You scared me."
Puck smiled a little, hands raised slightly in a gesture of good will. "I've gotten a better grip on my impulse control over the years. I don't go around slamming boys like you into lockers anymore."
Blaine let go of his held breath, pressing a hand to his forehead and looking down as he smiled sheepishly. "I know. Sorry, Puck." Blaine's eyes knitted together in confusion. "You're here kind of early for you, aren't you?"
Puck looked down as though he was a little embarrassed. He put his hands down and leaned his hip against the locker, crossing his ankle over the other and resting the tip of one of his trainers on the tiled floor. "I just…I need to work out more."
Blaine couldn't stop his eyes from scanning over Puck's bulging biceps where they pressed against the tight fabric of his shirt. "Why? You're…you know, in pretty good shape."
Puck grinned, and Blaine couldn't help but think it was a little predatory. "My right arm's been getting an awful lot of use lately. I don't want that one to get way bigger than the left."
Blaine's head tilted to the side. "Why?"
Puck's shoulders shook a little as he laughed quietly. "Oh, I think you know."
"Oh," Blaine breathed, feeling his face heat up. "But you're, well, you know, you. You could find a girl to…." Blaine's face reddened even more as the thought rose up in him that he wouldn't be a blushing virgin anymore after tomorrow night.
"You're blushing," Puck said, obviously delighting in Blaine's awkwardness. "Anyway, girls aren't gonna fix the problem I've got."
"Oh," Blaine said, finding it hard to look at Puck when he was smiling at him so…flirtatiously.
"Yeah," Puck murmured, scanning Blaine's body with his eyes. "I'm going to class now." He pushed up off the locker, leaving Blaine standing there, completely flabbergasted, and more than a little turned on.
Tuesday and Wednesday passed in a blur for both Kurt and Blaine. The heady sense of anticipation wiped away all of Blaine's thoughts of that puzzling (and oddly arousing) encounter with Puck the day before. Now that he was sitting in the empty living room of his house waiting for Kurt to arrive for an oddly planned middle of the week last minute "sleepover at Tina's", he could think of nothing but how excited (and terrified) he was for what was about to happen. The doorbell sounded and he leapt his feet, running to the door and pulling it open.
Kurt was standing there, looking just as nervous. He tilted his head to the side a little, his eyes almost glowing as he smiled and shyly said, "Hi."
Blaine grinned widely and stepped inside to let Kurt in, something that he'd done a million times before. But this time was different, because after Blaine locked the door, he pressed Kurt against it and slotted their mouths together, moaning loudly as Kurt's hands shot out to squeeze on Blaine's hips. Neither of them paid any attention to the loud thunk of Kurt's overnight bag hitting the hard wood floor.
"Upstairs," Blaine panted out. "I have a…surprise for you."
Kurt licked his lips in a way that made heat pool low in Blaine's belly. "Oh?"
Blaine just nodded, grabbed Kurt's bag with one hand and bidding him to follow with a jerk of his head. His stomach quivered anxiously inside of him and took Kurt by the hand, leading him upstairs, his stomach quivering anxiously inside of him. What he'd done to his room was, well, more than a little cheesy. But Kurt, for all that he was bossy as fuck in the bedroom, stubborn and the ultimate head bitch in charge, was still a romantic. This was still about more than animal lust, because Kurt was still the boy that Blaine loved with all of his heart. If was just about coming, they would have done this in those stolen moments in the fleeting and uncertain emptiness of Kurt's house last week.
"Don't look, okay?" Blaine mumbled as he stopped Kurt at the door, slipped inside and left him there waiting.
Kurt was just as anxious as Blaine was, and now there was a surprise at hand. It was probably something sweet, Blaine was so incredibly sensitive and thoughtful and that was one of the things Kurt loved most about him.
"Shut your eyes, baby, I'm coming out!" Blaine warned. Kurt obeyed, and heard the old thick wooden door creak open. Blaine's scent washed over him, clean and heady as Blaine's hands gripped his and led him into the room.
"Do you recognize the smell, Kurt?"
Kurt inhaled deeply, trying to place the odor. It was sweet without being cloying, a little fruity, a hint of citrus, floral, but not in that annoying fake flower way. It was fresh and clean, sweet and innocent, heady and light but heavy enough that Kurt knew Blaine's room would hold this smell for a few days. Kurt smiled as the name of the flower he was smelling popped into his mind.
"Lilacs," he said confidently, his heart swelling as he thought, 'Blaine Anderson you are an absolute sap. And I fucking love you for it.'
"Open your eyes," Blaine urged.
He did so and gasped as he took in the room, glowing with the light of countless numbers of candles. Panicles of lilacs were strewn across the floor, and on every available surface. Individual flowers and petals littered the bed, the bed where he and Blaine would do something that would change everything.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered, his eyes sparkling as they misted at the corners. "This is…"
"Really cheesy," Blaine mumbled.
Kurt giggled. "Yeah, it is. But I love it. I love you."
"You too," Blaine whispered. "So much." He held out his arms and Kurt slipped into them, arms lacing around Blaine's neck as their lips met and moved against one another.
Kurt drew back from the kiss and moved his hands so that they were pushing up under Blaine's shirt. "Clothes off," he demanded, stepping back and bending down to untie his shoes. By the time he'd slipped out of them, Blaine was shirtless and his hands were pushing at his jeans. Kurt stared at his boyfriend. They'd done things before, he'd even seen Blaine naked before but it had been rushed. But now they had all the time in the world, and he could look at Blaine as much as he liked. Kurt couldn't help but be reminded of those pieces of Italian marble sculptures he'd drooled over while planning his fantasy trip to Milan. How had he gotten so lucky?
"I thought we were supposed to be getting undressed?" Blaine said unsurely once he was down to his boxers, and realized Kurt was staring at him with a half unbuttoned shirt loosely held in his slim fingers and a dumbfounded expression on his face.
"Yeah," Kurt said, blushing. "You're just really, really…beautiful."
"Oh," Blaine mumbled, smiling a little as his eyes raked over the half of Kurt's naked chest that he could see. He walked over and put his hand on Kurt's belt buckle. "Looks like you need help." Kurt 'mmm-ed' in response and finished undressing his upper half as Blaine threw his belt to the ground. He unbuttoned Kurt's black jeans and pushed them down, tugging a little to help get the tight pants off. He couldn't help himself—he had to kiss his boyfriend again while gripping the naked skin of his hips. Kurt hummed in pleasure and it vibrated straight through Blaine.
"Please," Blaine whispered.
"Not so fast," Kurt countered, walking over to the bed and sprawling out on it. He crooked a finger. "Come here, darling."
Blaine's heart melted at the affection in Kurt's voice. He joined his boyfriend on the bed, straddling his hips and leaning down to kiss him again. They both moaned as Blaine ground his hips down and Kurt pushed up. Kurt flipped them over, his hands pressing Blaine's shoulders down hard as he trailed kisses down Blaine's neck, across his chest and licked down his tightly muscled stomach. Kurt hooked his thumbs into Blaine's underwear and helped him get them off, flinging them to the side and not giving a shit where they landed.
"Lube?" Kurt asked uncertainly. Blaine sat up, his cock springing up tantalizingly in front of Kurt's face as Blaine twisted and reached over to open his bedside table drawer. He produced the requested lube and something they'd never really used before—a roll of condoms. Blaine smiled a little as he put them next to him on the bed, and handed Kurt the half-empty bottle.
Kurt set it down next to the outside of Blaine's thighs. "Spread your legs," Kurt commanded his voice quiet but firm.
Blaine complied, and Kurt knelt between them, gripping the base of Blaine's cock in one hand and rolling his balls gently in the other. Blaine groaned deep in his throat, his eyes shutting in contentment. Kurt took the opportunity to surprise him, bending down and enveloping the head of his boyfriend's cock with his mouth. Blaine's hips shot up off the bed as he moaned. Kurt flicked his eyes up and smiled as much as he could with Blaine's cock gently thrusting in and out of his mouth. Blaine was biting down on a few fingers, and trying to keep quiet like they'd usually had to. Kurt pulled off and rasped out, "No one's here, silly. You don't have to be quiet." His eyes flickered up to Blaine's, golden and wrecked and molten with lust. "I want to hear you." Kurt said want, but he meant need. Those little sounds, even muffled sent a thrill through his body—he loved just how in control of Blaine's pleasure he was. The fact that he could make his normally dapper and polite boyfriend fall apart, that he could make him feel so good that he moaned like a whore (and didn't mind being called one, either) did unspeakable things to Kurt. Blaine was always so fucking good for him, and Kurt just wanted to reward him for it.
Blaine pulled his hand out of his mouth and rewarded Kurt with a long, drawn out moan when the brunette bent his head to lap softly at Blaine's balls. Normally, Kurt would be terribly displeased by Blaine twisting his fingers in Kurt's perfectly coifed hair, but he didn't mind when it was because Blaine was trying desperately to get more of Kurt's mouth on his balls. Kurt gave them one last luxurious lick, taking them in hand as he slid his tongue up one of the bulging veins in Blaine's cock. He couldn't stop himself from feeling a little smug s Blaine moaned and arched up, his body begging for more as his mouth fell open and delicious little sounds tumbled out.
"Kurt, fuck, so good, so fucking good."
Kurt pulled away and chuckled a little at Blaine's pleading whine. "I have to get you ready." Kurt sat up, and coated his index finger with the previously discarded lube. He nudged at Blaine's inner left thigh with one of his elbows. "Wider, Blaine."
Blaine whimpered as he complied, thighs tensing a little when Kurt's slick finger began to tease around the rim of his asshole. "Oh god," Blaine whispered, shifting his hips forward. "I've done it to myself-you don't have to be so careful."
Kurt sucked in a breath as he stopped his teasing circles and began to press his finger forward. He let it out when his finger pressed inside with minimal reaction from Blaine (not counting the soft flutter of his eyelashes and the little noise of contentment that escaped him).
"How often do you fuck yourself on your fingers, baby?" Kurt asked as he slowly slid his finger in and out while Blaine wiggled his hips under him. The idea of Blaine in this very bed with his fingers up his ass, panting and thinking about Kurt made the brunette shiver.
"Few times a week," Blaine guessed. "It's not like I keep a tally in a notebook by the bed."
Kurt giggled, then withdrew his finger and slicked up his middle finger, pressing them both in. "And what do you think about while you're doing it?"
"This," Blaine moaned. "You, fingering me, fucking me, god I want you…"
"God, you're so eager for it."
"Yes, fuck yes, I need your cock inside of me-been dreaming about it for months."
"Oh?" Kurt purred, twisting his fingers as he fucked Blaine with them a little harder. He was completely unprepared for the violence of Blaine's reaction when the tips of his fingers brushed against something firm and rubbery. Blaine keened out a nameless sound that was so high it sounded more like a noise Kurt would make.
"Baby?" Kurt asked, his fingers stilling inside of Blaine's tight, hot hole.
"Do it again," Blaine demanded his voice low and scratchy from talking and moaning so much. "Fuck I've never really been flexible enough to really….god, just do it again Kurt, please."
Kurt bit his lip thoughtfully and wiggled his finger a little, pressing against the firm little nub again. Blaine bucked off the bed and all but screamed Kurt's name. He smiled to himself and withdrew his hand, slicking up a third finger and watching in fascination as Blaine's body opened to take them all. This time, however, Blaine hissed a little and clenched down. Kurt rubbed his free hand absentmindedly over Blaine's thigh and slowly began to move his fingers in and out of Blaine's ass. Kurt flickered his tongue against the head of Blaine's cock, enveloping it with his mouth, relishing the desperate whines issuing from Blaine's mouth as Kurt fucked him even harder with his fingers.
Blaine reached out wildly and suddenly there were condoms being thrust in Kurt's face. "Fuck me now," he growled.
"Someone's bossy," Kurt commented as he pulled his fingers out of Blaine's ass and tore a square off the strip. He ripped it open with his teeth and carefully rolled the condom over his aching cock (just like he'd practiced). Blaine sat up and took the lube from the brunette's hands, pouring some onto Kurt's dick and making it slippery. Their eyes met as Kurt placed a hand on Blaine's lightly haired chest and pushed him back down, following him with his lips as they kissed desperately.
Kurt reached down with one hand and lined himself up at Blaine's entrance. This was it—no going back now. "Ready?"
Blaine mmm-ed in response, and then Kurt was pressing his cock inside. Blaine pushed back against him and then the head popped in. Kurt gasped as tight heat clamped down on his dick and he fisted his hands in the sheets, falling forward a little, trying to remember all the things he'd read, like that he needed to take it slow, not thrust in deep and stay there forever like his body wanted him to.
"Oh God," he breathed. "Blaine are you—"He couldn't finish his sentence, because fuck, Blaine was so tight, so hot, so fucking good. Theoretically, he should have been prepared for this because he'd just had his fingers here and known how fucking hot it was, how hard Blaine's muscles could squeeze, but God, he wasn't. Nothing had ever felt like this before and why had it taken them so long to get here?
"Yes," Blaine hissed. "Just move."
Kurt felt Blaine's body relaxing around him and pushed in a little further. "Jesus, Blaine, you're so fucking tight," he choked out.
Blaine moaned and slid the bottoms of his feet up the side of Kurt's thigh until they were pressing against the firm cheeks of Kurt's ass. Kurt 'mmm-ed' at the contact, not yet guessing what Blaine's intentions were. He was completely surprised by the insistent press of Blaine's feet against his ass, pulling him further inside until Kurt was sinking deep inside. A groan rumbled deep in Blaine's chest because fuck, he'd never been so full before. His fingers tangled in the sheets as his eyes squeezed shut and he buried his face in the pillow.
"Blaine!" Kurt wailed, squeezing his eyes shut and trying his best not to think about the tight heat squeezing around his cock. He could feel himself trembling as he waited for Blaine to get used to him. It was obvious that he was suffering a bit of mild discomfort—his breathing was ragged, his face twisted in a slight grimace of pain. Kurt hated that he was currently having the best sexual moment of his life while Blaine was suffering in any way at all. A sudden rush of tenderness swept through him, and he leaned down to kiss Blaine's forehead. Kurt needed it to be good for Blaine, needed to make this last, so he inhaled the scent of lilacs to calm himself and forced himself to stay as still as he could, though he couldn't stop himself from rotating his hips in small circles. When the tension began to melt out of Blaine's face, Kurt bumped his hips forward a little, thrusting shallowly as Blaine murmured incoherently beneath him. When he realized that Blaine was mewling beneath him, that he liked what Kurt was doing, he pulled back experimentally and pushed forward.
Blaine whimpered Kurt's name, his hips stuttering up as Kurt thrust into him again, a little deeper this time.
"You feel amazing," Kurt murmured.
Blaine mmmed in agreement, crying out as the head of Kurt's cock brushed against his prostate on its way back inside.
"Shit!" Kurt hissed. "So fucking tight." He snapped his hips in a little harder on the next thrust and Blaine's hips bucked up to meet it. Before they knew it, Kurt was no longer carefully threading his way in and out, terrified and careful. He grabbed Blaine's hips and pulled them up, interrupting the hard rhythm of their thrusts to sit up and slide his knees under Blaine's ass. "This okay?" Kurt gritted out between clenched teeth.
"Are you kidding?" Blaine said, half laughing as he placed his feet flat on the bed for stability. He wiggled a little. "This is fucking awesome, actually."
Kurt giggled and bent over, capturing Blaine's lips in his as he stroked his thumb over Blaine's hipbone. "Ready?"
"For what?" Blaine asked curiously. "You're already inside of me." Something about those words made a little thrill run through both of them.
Kurt grinned. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard."
Blaine whimpered and turned his head to the side as Kurt fucked him, the new position allowing Kurt to slide so much deeper into his boyfriend. Sweat began to wet Kurt's hair as he pounded into Blaine mercilessly. He loved this angle—he could watch himself press into Blaine over and over again. His long fingers clamped around Blaine's hips, preventing him from doing anything much more than wiggling and writhing as Kurt fucked into him as hard, as deep and as fast as he wanted. The air was hot and heavy with the scent of sweat and lilacs, the sacred silence punctuated occasionally by the sounds of skin slapping on skin, of moaning and panting as they moved together.
"God, Blaine, not gonna last much longer, so fucking good," Kurt breathed. He needed to make Blaine come, needed it to be just as amazing for him. Kurt brought a hand to his mouth and licked it until it was slick with spit, then he wrapped it around Blaine's dick and jerked him hard and fast in time with his own thrusts. Their eyes met and something snapped inside of Blaine.
"Kurt, fuck, I'm gonna-" Blaine's shout was cut off by Kurt crashing his lips down onto his, kissing him sloppily as Blaine clenched down tight on Kurt's cock and splashes of come painted his stomach. Kurt hissed when Blaine bit his lip and he followed him down into a searing orgasm that made him see stars.