Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Warnings: Possessive Sex (kinda), Over-sensitivity, Voyeurism
Summary: Kurt and Blaine get it on (finally, sheesh).
A/N: This is the final leg of their journey to find each other. Thanks to those that reviewed and have been positive. You rock!
Blaine bit down on the erect nipple and pulled it lightly as Kurt arched underneath him. The slide of his cock dipping back inside his boyfriend's entrance momentarily made him blink slowly, his eyelids heavy with desire, wanting to get lost in the sensation of Kurt, Kurt, Kurt…everywhere, all around him.
"Hgnh."
"Kurt, there is no one quite like you," Blaine said smiling as he kissed his way over to the other nipple. His boyfriend's head twisted to the side, blush staining his cheeks, mouth parted sensuously.
"You are stunning," Blaine continued as he punctuated each word with a lick to the stiff peak. "And I love you so very much," he murmured as he started to kiss down his ribs, nuzzling in at his waist and biting lightly at his hip.
"I can't imagine feeling this way about anyone other than you. This is it for me, Kurt. You're it for me. I'll love you forever, if you'll have me."
The feeling of Kurt's hand threading through his hair as he gently pulled Blaine up for a kiss, made him melt at the look on his boyfriend's face.
"I will always 'have' you, Blaine. Always. These past months have shown me that you hold the biggest piece of my heart and I just can't function without you and...and I don't want to either."
"I kind of feel like you're only here because the guys you've been with since haven't made you feel the way I can."
Kurt smiled softly as he held his boyfriend's face cupped in his hands. "You're partly right. Oh! No, baby, not like that," he clucked as Blaine frowned. "My heart feels so full of love when I look at you or think about you. There is no one else that makes me feel like that. And I tried to move on, Blaine, I did. I tried to forget about you and about everything that we want together. But I couldn't, mostly because I didn't want to. I never wanted to lose you. Never. I was angry with you..."
His hold tightened around Blaine's face as his boyfriend tried to pull away, eyes downcast and sad. "But I was also angry with myself for leaving you alone, for ignoring you when I knew you were scared that we'd lose each other." Kurt's glassy eyes darted away, his grip loosening, as he struggled to keep his voice. "I'm sorry, Blaine. I'm so sorry," he sniffled.
"Hey," Blaine admonished softly as his thumb wiped away a tear that was spilling across Kurt's cheek. "Don't," his voice trembled. "Don't cry, baby. It's not your fault that I did...what I did." He took a deep breath and continued, his voice stronger, "I'm sorry too, for everything, I am...but I think that if it hadn't of been Eli it would've been something else. We were breaking apart long before we ever broke up." He looked into Kurt's eyes, wide with revelation. "But we can do this. We know what we need to do to make this distance work. Right?" he asked hesitantly.
Kurt blew out a long shaky breath as he nodded. "Right. We want the same thing, we'll work on this together," he murmured, almost like he was convincing himself.
"Together?"
Kurt smiled, feeling lighter. "Together," he confirmed as he pulled Blaine in for a slow deep kiss, their tongues sliding between their mouths.
Eventually Blaine pulled back to sit on his knees, scrabbling to get his sleep shirt and pyjama pants off while Kurt did the same. They glanced at each other shyly, both unwilling to make the first move.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh, this is ridiculous. We've been naked together more times than I've had hot dinners."
Blaine ginned. "And you've had a lot of those in your life," he teased.
"Are you calling me chubby?" Kurt blustered.
"Nope. I'm calling you perfect. C'mere," he said holding his arms open.
There was a combined, "Oof," as Kurt practically tackled Blaine and they crashed to the mattress, legs tangling as they rolled over top of each other kissing desperately.
Panting, Blaine rolled away to retrieve the lube, grinning as his boyfriend pouted.
"Come back," Kurt grumbled.
"Just gotta..." Blaine started to say as he leaned over to the bedside table to grab the bottle. After pulling his weight back on the bed, he shuffled around on his knees looking somewhat pained as he sat on his haunches.
"What's wrong?"
"Do we, um...do we need a condom?"
Kurt's brows knitted. "Uh, I was safe." He bit his lip, hesitantly looking to Blaine to answer the unasked question.
"Oh thank God," he sighed, relieved. "Me too."
Kurt grinned happily and crawled over to climb up onto Blaine's raised lap, straddling his thighs. "You just like coming inside of me, don't you?"
"Unf, Kurt!" Blaine groaned as his boyfriend took hold of his cock. "It's my second favourite thing."
Kurt looked bemused as he hooked his arms around Blaine's neck. "What's your first?" he mumbled against his boyfriend's lips.
Blaine pushed in for a kiss, sucking in Kurt's bottom lip. "You coming inside of me," he replied lustily, making direct eye contact.
"Fuck!" Kurt whispered as hands trailed over top of his thighs to take a handful of each ass cheek.
"Like this?"
Kurt nodded as he pressed small kisses into the corners of Blaine's smiling mouth. Fingers rubbed across his entrance as his eyes fell closed and his mouth fell open, waiting for the penetration that would surely come to both openings.
He gasped as Blaine's tongue delved in to dance across his own and a dry fingertip pushed inside his ass, both constantly swirling as Blaine added more pressure with his mouth and pushed the finger all the way in. Kurt clenched down automatically while he sucked on Blaine's tongue, hands tangled in and pulling at his curls. "More," he panted, rocking ever so slightly in his boyfriend's lap, making his cock skid across Blaine's.
Blaine, with Kurt clinging to him, removed both his tongue and the digit in order to slick a trio of fingers. He looked up into Kurt's eyes, a sliver of bright blue ringing the huge dark pupils, glancing between them as he pushed two fingers back inside slowly. The softening of Kurt's stare as desire shot through him made Blaine gasp. "You're so beautiful, Kurt. I love the way you look when you're like this." Blaine pushed his fingers all the way in leisurely, twisting and stretching as he pulled them back out. He alternated suckling Kurt's earlobe and whispering words of love as a third finger was tucked in.
Their bodies started to roll together as Blaine's pace increased, fingers thrusting harder, their cocks bobbing against their stomachs as they jostled each other into a sticky frenzy. Kurt's moans had turned into soft cries as Blaine focused the fingers on his prostate and a gush of pre-cum slid down his cock, dragging out to breaking point as Blaine's cock bumped alongside and away again making Kurt shudder as he teetered on the brink of orgasm.
A thready groan as Kurt bit down on Blaine's shoulder brought them to a stop suddenly. Both boys breathed harshly as Blaine waited for Kurt to cool off a tad before he removed his fingers and found the lube to slather along his dick. Lifting Kurt up and pulling him closer, Blaine set him down so his slippery cock was now nestled between his cheeks.
Kurt whined as they began to rock again, cock nudging against his entrance on every other pass. His breathy sighs muffling as he sucked marks into Blaine's neck. "Take me," he whimpered as a hand hooked over his thigh, pulling him upwards.
Blaine's fingertips pushed the tip of his cock against Kurt's hole as he lowered his boyfriend slowly.
"Uhhh," Kurt sighed throatily. "Fuck, I love you," he moaned as his head rest against Blaine's shoulder.
Blaine chuckled into Kurt's hair.
"S'not funny. Uh," Kurt groaned as Blaine pulled back and thrust up solidly.
"You love my cock, Kurt. Don't deny it," Blaine teased.
"I do, I do," he moaned at the next thrust, his hands twitching where they rested on the back of Blaine's neck.
"You love it when I fuck you with my big fucking cock, don't you?" he gasped as he punctuated with word with a thrust.
Kurt trembled as each stroke hit his prostate, his moaning turning into small cries of, "Yes, yes, yes."
"Are you ready to be mine again, baby?"
"Yes!"
"Are you sure?" he teased as he ceased thrusting, buried deep inside, holding Kurt's hips down on him.
"Blaine!" Kurt whined as he tried to pull himself up, eager to fuck.
"Answer me, baby."
Yes! Yes. I'm yours. Please, Blaine. Uh," he cried as he wriggled around impaled on his boyfriend's cock.
"You're mine?"
"Yes! Fuck me! Make me yours," he whined.
"Ready?" Blaine asked in a deeper lilting tone.
Kurt's eyes snapped open, staring into deep pools of caramel, as he stilled. "Yes," he exhaled excitedly, knowing what was coming next, something he hadn't experienced in so long.
Blaine's hands gripped his ass firmly as he lifted them both and they crashed down onto the mattress together.
Barely able to suck in a breath, Kurt groaned at the feeling of fingers digging into his cheeks and Blaine's open mouth pressed against his neck, as the frantic pounding started.
Holding Kurt just the way he wanted him, Blaine's cock plunged in and out of his boyfriend wildly while he panted against his skin. It was everything he'd remembered and it felt better than expected. Everything was just right – perfect. It was Kurt. Finally, he had who he'd wanted for so long and he held on tight as they fucked, determined to make this perfect for Kurt too.
Kurt wailed as his prostate was hammered relentlessly, his eyes rolled back into his head as his release washed over him, cum spilling between their stomachs. Slack jawed he pulled at Blaine's curls as his prostate was continued to be pummeled by his boyfriend's incessant thrusting. "Ohhh God." Kurt's breathy wail edged Blaine closer orgasm. "Ohhhh fuck. Yes! Yes! Fuck!"
"You like that, don't you?" Blaine grunted as he continued to slam into him.
"Yes! Fuck...harder, baby, harder!" he demanded as his wailing got louder with each resounding thrust smacking into him.
"Uh. Kurt! Ohhh, Kurt! Oh my God! I love you! Oh, K-Kurt!" Blaine cried out as he came, spurting jet after jet inside Kurt.
They lay there entwined in each other as they each caught their breath. "Was that? Was that okay?" Blaine panted.
"It was perfect, baby. Fucking perfect," Kurt sighed as his hands scratched the base of Blaine's neck.
"Mmm," he sighed at the light touch. "I've missed you so much, Kurt," he paused, feeling Kurt nod along.
"Me too," Kurt whispered.
"God, I-I love you. I do. So much. I could barely stand it...not being with you."
"Me too," he sniffed.
"Are you crying?" Blaine asked softly, face still tucked into Kurt's neck.
"Possibly," Kurt's voice wavered.
Blaine lifted his head and smiled down at his best friend. "Nuh uh. No more crying. We don't have to be sad anymore, silly."
"They're happy t-tears," he hiccuped.
"Oh, Kurt," Blaine murmured.
Kurt's face twisted in a dopey smile. "What're you doing?" he giggled as Blaine started licking his cheek and then his ear, moving down to his neck.
"Getting you cleaned up."
Kurt's eyebrows rose in a silent question.
"For round two."
"Oh? Who says I want a round two, huh?"
Blaine smirked and bit a kiss into Kurt's pulse point before he answered. "One, you're really hard right now," he teased as he shifted against him making Kurt groan inadvertently. "And two, I can't wait for Sunday, baby. I need you in me now."
"But? Sebastian."
Blaine stilled for a moment with a serious look on his face. "Look, I don't give a fuck about showing Seb anything. And you shouldn't either..." He kissed the pout that had developed on his boyfriend's mouth "...and I doubt he'd turn up to school on a Sunday, even if I asked him to. Wouldn't you much rather spend as much time together as possible instead of wasting it on him?"
Kurt hummed as he thought about it.
"I know I'd much rather spend my time being with you."
"Yeah, me too," Kurt conceded. "But can I ask you for one thing? Would you consider moving out of his room? Please?" Kurt asked hesitantly.
"Really?"
"Maybe you could swap roommates or something?"
"Do-do you want me to stop being friends with him?"
"Well, if I'm being honest, yes. But," he raced as Blaine frowned, "I know he's your friend and you have every right to choose who you hang out with. I-I just. I feel uncomfortable with him being around 24/7. What happens when we want to Skype each other or talk on the phone? He's still going to be hovering to get the inside scoop or making fun of me or interrupting us with your guys' inside jokes like he used to when I first moved. And I can't shake the feeling that he's going to try something like before."
Blaine nodded slowly. "Yeah. I can understand that. And a little privacy for you and me would be better. Okay, I'll talk to Eli," his brows knitting at Kurt's pained expression. "About swapping rooms."
Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you. That will make me feel better when we're 600 miles apart."
"You know what would make you feel better right now?"
Kurt smirked. "And what would that be, hmm?"
"You. Inside me," Blaine murmured as he waggled his eyebrows.
At Kurt's chuckle and non-movement, Blaine resorted to begging. "Please, Kurt? Please fuck me? I want to feel you. I want to be yours. Please, baby?" he pouted and put on his puppy dog eyes.
"Oh, not the eyes! Really, Blaine? You're bringing out the big guns, huh?"
Blaine's tongue lolled out the side of his mouth as he nodded, panting like a dog, while he wiggled his tailless bum.
Kurt sniggered to himself until the softened dick still inside him slipped out with Blaine's jiggling, his good mood starting to evaporate as the feeling of emptiness overwhelmed him suddenly.
He pulled Blaine tight against him and rolled them. "So you've been a bad boy, huh? You need to be taught a lesson?" He grinned at Blaine's frantic nodding. "I think," he mulled it over out loud, "I think you should put that tongue to good use, baby." He couldn't help but laugh at the way his boyfriend licked his lips lasciviously while Kurt crawled up to position his entrance at Blaine's mouth. "Lick, boy!" he giggled.
"Clean up on aisle two!" Blaine mumbled as he dove in tongue first.
"Bla-ine!"
"Mpfh?"
"Wrong-wrong theme, baby. Ahhh," he mumbled as Blaine's tongue flicked against his entrance teasingly. "Uh, more," he grumbled as he pressed harder against Blaine's mouth.
He let his boyfriend suck all the cum out of him as he rode his tongue jerkily. It soon had Kurt's cock aching so he shuffled back to sit on his chest.
Blaine's forearms rested on Kurt's thighs as he toyed with the curved dick in his line of sight. "Just for the record, Kurt, I love your cock too. It's so pretty," Blaine mumbled as he pulled the dick back and releasing it, letting it slap on his boyfriend's stomach. He hummed as he swiped a finger through the pre-cum leaking from the tip. "Mmm. Kurt, you taste so good," he murmured his finger dipped into his mouth, sucking it clean.
Kurt smiled down as Blaine kept dipping his fingertip into the slit of his dick, trying to get all of the fluid he could. He gave himself a quick pump or two to ease the pressure and started to lean forward so Blaine could taste it from the source.
Watching Blaine's lips as the tip of his cock slid between them made him want to push all the way down his throat but he managed to hold off, pushing into his cheek instead as he ran a thumb over the distorted skin. His skin felt tight as his boyfriend's tongue continually ran over his length, as far as it could reach while he pulsed in against the cheek. "Uhh, you know Blaine, don't you? You know it's not just your dick I love. I love all of you, cock and bowties included." He grinned as Blaine's stretched mouth tried to smile, resulting in a clown-like grimace.
Blaine traced invisible patterns on Kurt's inner thigh and balls, tickling him, making him giggle and pull out.
Their frolicking was cut short as Burt coughed from the stairs.
"Hi Dad."
"You boys finished playing?"
Blaine looked to Kurt immediately, his hand tightening on his boyfriend's thighs possessively.
"Mmm, no. We've still got some things to sort out," Kurt replied as he gazed at Blaine with a soft smile.
"Need a hand?" Burt asked hopefully, palming himself not so discreetly.
"Nope."
"Kurt-" the older man started to say.
"This is our time, Dad. Please respect that."
Burt frowned and pulled his cap off and scratched his head.
"We'll be up later to catch-up but then Blaine is taking me out to dinner," Kurt added.
"I am?" Blaine laughed, earning a soft smack to his shoulder before Kurt moved to lie alongside him.
"Absolutely! Somewhere nice...but with cheesecake."
"I think I can manage that." Blaine smiled when Kurt dropped a sweet kiss to his lips.
"Ahem," Burt cleared his throat again as the boys started to lose themselves while trading kisses. "Tomorrow?"
"Maybe," Kurt said playfully as Blaine chased his mouth and ended up settling on his earlobe instead.
"Kurt."
"D-Dad, I-I think we need to figure out some new boundaries."
Burt eyebrows rose as he jammed his cap back on but was cut off before he could respond.
"Mmm, why don't you call Carole up? See what she's doing tonight? I'd bet she'd love to hear from you again now that Finn's away in the army."
Burt pursed his lips and contemplated that for a moment. "Huh, maybe you're right, kiddo," he mumbled as he started to climb the stairs. He stopped to turn back to congratulate them on their reunion but his words died on his tongue as his son rolled on top of Blaine and they wrapped themselves around the other, kissing sensuously.
He grunted happily to himself. They were such good boys.
Kurt sucked another mark high on his boyfriend's neck as his fingers slipped from Blaine's lubed entrance. "You ready for me?"
"Please," Blaine whispered as he wrapped his legs around Kurt's waist.
Kurt hummed in satisfaction, slowly sliding his cock inside, watching as Blaine's eyelashes fluttered wildly as the feeling of fullness and pleasure overtook him. Laying his weight over Blaine while he continued to sink in, Kurt planted tiny kisses across his boyfriend's cheekbones and brows.
"A-ahhh," Blaine stuttered out. "Ohhh. Kurt, Kurt. Oh God, I-I..."
Kurt's brow creased as he bottomed out and Blaine hadn't opened his eyes yet. "Baby? Are-are you okay?"
Blaine's eyes snapped open looking like liquid gold swirling beneath the building tears. Biting his bottom lip hard, his chin wobbled as he sucked in a deep breath.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked worriedly. "Did I hurt you? Baby, please...talk to me."
Blaine cracked a watery smile as he croaked out, "Happy tears, Kurt."
Stroking a thumb over the apple of Blaine's cheek, Kurt kissed away the path the tears had dripped down, smiling fondly as Blaine composed himself. "Better?"
"You have no idea how much I've wanted this," Blaine whispered. "Wanted you to hold me and l-love me," his voice threatening to break again.
"Oh, Blaine."
"It sounds stupid I know, but when we're together like this it just feels...I just feel whole."
"It's not stupid, baby."
Blaine sucked in his top lip as he hesitated. "Y'know Renee Zellweger's line in Jerry Maguire? The 'you complete me' bit that always makes you tear up but you roll your eyes at anyway?"
Kurt nodded, smiling crookedly.
"It's not that I'm missing this part of me and I have to have you to fill it. It's that I want you to be the one that's there, willing to be with me, loving me as much as I love you. Because when you're with me like that, it's amazing and perfect and I'd do anything to feel that happy again."
Kurt leaned in and kissed him softly. "Me too. I've missed you so much," he murmured as he shifted his weight, pulling out slightly and pushing back in as he settled. He kissed him once more as his boyfriend moaned softly at the movement, like he'd forgotten that they were joined so intimately.
"More. I need to feel you," Blaine breathed out, gasping as his boyfriend started to move gently, rocking their bodies together.
"I love you, Blaine. I love you and I'm never going to let you slip away again."
"Uh. Don't stop. Don't ever stop."
"Never," Kurt panted as his pace picked up. "You're mine," he punctuated with a harder thrust. "My best friend. My lover. My boyfriend. My future husband."
"Uh, Kurt. Love you, baby, so much," Blaine panted as his legs were pulled up, ankles hooking around Kurt's neck as his boyfriend started to drive his cock in mercilessly until he was sobbing with the need to cum. "Please, Kurt, please. Fuck, fuck. Fuck me!"
Propping himself up on an elbow, Kurt slipped his hand over Blaine's slippery cockhead, rubbing until his boyfriend arched up underneath him and cried out, cum splattering between them as he writhed in ecstasy.
Kurt followed quickly, his final thrusts long and deep as he spilt wetly inside of Blaine, his hips slowing but still pushing in over and over, unwilling for the moment to be over.
They lay there, sticky and spent in each other's arms, breathing heavily and staring at one another in awe. Their eyes greedily taking in every curve of the other, every freckle, the blush high on their cheeks, the sweat beading on their brows.
"Don't you ever do that to me - to us - again, Blaine," Kurt murmured sombrely.
"I'll never hurt you like that again. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."
Kurt shook his head. "Just promise me that we'll always be in each other's lives."
"I promise, Kurt. I'll wait for however long I need to and love you as long as you let me."
"Good, because my life just doesn't make any sense without you by my side."
"You won't be able to get rid of me that easily," Blaine teased playfully.
"I hope not. I only intend to get married once."
"We're getting married?"
"Not yet, baby. You should probably finish high school first."
"Probably."
Kurt smiled fondly as his eyes raked over his ecstatic boyfriend. "We can talk about it in a year or two, once you're settled in college."
"Just me? You're not re-applying to NYADA?"
"Uh uh. I've been accepted into Parsons for next semester. Just part time, so I can keep working with Isabelle too. I really love it there, Blaine. It just feels right, y'know?"
Blaine nodded. "I-I haven't been able to talk to you about it but I've been thinking about applying to NYADA," he offered hesitantly.
"Really?! That's amazing, baby!"
"Oh God, I'm so glad you said that," Blaine mumbled, relieved. "Um, because I've already applied…"
"And?!"
"And I got my audition letter last week." He chuckled as his boyfriend let out a happy squeal.
"I'm so happy for you, Blaine," Kurt gushed as he smacked their lips together in a noisy kiss.
"It won't be long until we're together again, Kurt. Another six months or so."
"Or two weeks, give or take a day."
"Huh?"
"Christmas, silly."
"Oh, you're coming back here? So soon?"
"I don't want to spend it alone. I mean, Christmas in New York would be lovely but also depressing as hell on my own. I'd miss you guys too much and no amount of ice skating and hot chocolate would make up for me missing Mistletoe kisses and singing with you two."
"Christmas in New York…" Blaine murmured wistfully.
Kurt gasped and leaped out of bed. "Hey! I've got a great idea! Come on!" he demanded excitedly as he threw pajama pants at Blaine's face.
Blaine scrambled to dress as Kurt tugged on his own pajamas while heading for the stairs.
"Dad! Da-ad!" Kurt yelled as he ran up the stairs, Blaine breathless and grabbing at his waist as he caught up. "Da-ad, can you guys come to New York for Christmas?"
Fin
A/N: There is plenty more in this verse to be written but I've got a couple of other projects to finish before that happens. Until that happens, I suggest you come say hi over at my tumblr page (check my profile) or check out my other Hummelcest story, Natural Selection (which is both at Tumblr, at my LiveJournal or at Scarves & Coffee). I won't be uploading that particular story here again. Thanks for reading everyone! ~Gigi
