His fingers twisted and gripped the thin cotton so tight that he was surprised it did not rip. He could not ease up though. The tension was building rapidly in his wildly imaginative, testosterone driven mind. Putting strain elsewhere helped to prevent an explosion of pent-up hormones and keep the rational cogs of his brain turning calmly. Calm was what he needed right now. Keeping still and allowing his boyfriend take control and dictate his actions would make this extremely pleasant experience remain that way for both of them.
It was difficult though. Primitively speaking, all he ever wanted was more of Kurt. More advanced notions of mental and emotional maturity had staved off this instinct slightly but it did not crush it entirely. In fact, Blaine found it somewhat scary as to how bad this was affecting him. Their chests were flush and Kurt was happily lapping up the left over ice cream flavour in his mouth but that was it. They remained fully clothed and their pelvises were still parted that small but crucial bit. Yet, he had to force all his blood into his fingers to prevent it from flooding elsewhere. Even with the added precaution though, Blaine could feel that distinct tingle low in his pelvis growing.
After what seemed like hours, Kurt's lips disappeared from his. He chased them without thinking even though he needed oxygen himself and the skin covering his lips was sore and swollen. This was something he never got though, and he needed it to continue. He was almost desperate for Kurt's tongue. His face ended up buried in the crook of his boyfriend's neck when the boy turned away insistently. Kurt's arms were still sure around his neck though, letting him know that he was still fine to continue kissing, and nipping, and licking, and sucking the warm and soft skin that surrounded him.
This was new territory as well. Blaine had often found the gentle slope of Kurt's broad shoulders to be the perfect place to rest his head. Other than the occasional peck and nuzzle though, as he would settle in or pull away, the smooth pale skin had been left unexplored. He had caught himself thinking about it occasionally when his mind was unfocused and his eyes caught sight of the enticing tendon and protruding collar bone. He had always shaken it away though, in the back of his mind hoping for one day but never holding his breath. Honestly though, now that he was finally getting to worship the virgin flesh, he would argue that he had not really been breathing previously at all. Maybe it was the that the scent that he would recognize as Kurt anywhere was suddenly flooding him in a way it never had before and the air he was no inhaling had never been so sweet or intoxicating or exhilarating and yet calming at the same time.
"Blaine, Blaine stop. That tickles," Kurt giggled out, his breath still laboured from earlier. That slight pant on his boyfriend's voice was something he was in no way prepared for and with the way the blood rushed dizzyingly away from his head and down to his groin, there was could be no doubt that there was a prominent bulge in his jeans. He bit down harder than he had been on the newly discovered pulse point to keep his from bucking up into the unsuspecting boy now shrieking with pure and innocent delight in his lap.
He sighed softly to himself. Only Kurt would be oblivious to the sexual nature of their activities and the growing need in his pants. The elated giggles still coming from the boy though made him smile though. There was something so joyful and angelic about them that supressed the frustration of being worked up only to be denied. It was a sound that rung almost like music to his ears and after pausing his ministrations briefly to refocus his mind, all Blaine wanted was to keep his boyfriend laughing and happy.
"That tickles huh? What about this then?" He asked playfully before redoubling his efforts. He slid his hands, which had previously been tangle in the back of Kurt's shirt, around to the boy's side and slipped them under the cotton covering to let loose their own tickling ability.
"No! Blaine, stop!" Kurt continued to protest but the smile, spread wide across his delighted face, suggested just the opposite.
"Never!" He laughed menacingly in response feeling the boy on his lap begin to squirm more and the hands that had been previously wrapped tightly around his neck detached and tried to bat his head and his own hands away. Kurt was no match for him though. The boy may be taller than him but Blaine had the muscle and within seconds, the Warbler had his boyfriend lying, pinned below him on the couch.
He had not really thought the act through. The last time he manoeuvred them like that had been the beginning of their delve into the asexual community. He had promised Kurt to never forcefully take control again, even if it was just so he could steal a simple kiss. His brain was unfortunately was still void of crucial blood at the moment though and so his impulses had taken over before he could stop them. It registered fairly quickly though as to what he had done and began to set in. He pulled away from the pale skin of his boyfriend's neck, now slightly pink and wet, to gauge the damage and figure out away to fix it so he would not have a track record of three disastrous Valentine's Days with his boyfriend.
What he found though surprised him. Kurt was still smiling through panting breath. His limbs were still spread out and relaxed instead of curled in on themselves and there was still a bright light shinning in his magnificently blue eyes. He was still happy and fully engrossed in the moment and the play and not at all afraid of his vulnerable position.
"What?" Kurt asked with a joyfully curious and slightly breathless voice. He must have paused for long enough for the other boy to return from his seeming euphoria and notice his disappearance.
"N-nothing, nothing. You're just too cute," he beamed taking in the auburn hair mused from its earlier perfect coif and the pinked cheeks that brightened even further at his comment. Kurt just stared shyly back at him, his bottom lip disappearing behind his front teeth. "We should probably head to bed though huh? You've got class early tomorrow," Blaine continued after a long silence passed between where they simply gazed in awe at each other.
"Yeeessss, daaaad," Kurt replied with a good natured eye role.
"Hey, what happened to the boy who was dying in a fit of giggles?" He asked, playing along as he climbed off his boyfriend to his feet, offering his hand to help the other up.
"You sent him to bed, dumby," his boyfriend replied as he pushed himself up off the couch on his own and stomped past him in mock agitation.
"Oh, no you don't." He reached out and caught the taller boy in his arms. The other began to protest again amongst the return of his infectious giggles. Once it became clear to Blaine that he would not be able to steer Kurt in the direction of the bedroom, he picked the other boy up, over his shoulder and carried him. This elicited an ear piercing shriek.
"Blaine Warbler Anderson, you put me down this instant!"
"No," he replied simply with an amused grin as he walked down the hall towards Kurt's room.
"You are a dead man."
"Because you look so threatening right now," he chuckled back.
"Bllaaaaaiiineeee," he whined through his own defeated laugh. "All the blood's rushing to my head." Blaine laughed out loud at this.
"Well that's just perfect pay back for earlier then, isn't it?" He stated as he flipped his boyfriend down onto the neatly made bed. The shocked look on Kurt's face made him register what he had actually just said. "Shit!"
"Wait, what?" The other asked timidly.
"Shit!" He brought his hands to his face in disbelief and began pacing the small room subconsciously.
"Blaine?" He could hear the fear and unease creep into Kurt's voice as the boy brought his knees to his chest in self defense. He cursed himself for being such an idiot. All his will power earlier had been for not now.
"Fuck!"
"Blaine, you're starting to scare me."
"Oh god. Fuck, KK. I'm so sorry. I can't believe I said that. It just slipped out and…..and god I'm such an idiot," he said in defeat as he slumped down onto the bed, far away from Kurt, and buried his head in his hands. "Everything was going perfectly and then I had to go and mess it all up, just like I always do."
"Did you mean what I think you meant by that?" His boyfriend asked quietly a hint of disgust seeping out on the last word.
"If I say no, will you believe me?"
"No," Kurt responded and Blaine swore he could hear the regret in his ridged voice.
"Then I suppose it's an unfortunate yes," he answered solemnly. "I don't know what to say, Kurt."
"I don't there's anything you can say." A few moments past in a tense silence before Blaine spoke.
"I'll, uh, I'll just go sleep on the couch." He tried to keep his voice strong even though he was crumbling on the inside. He made it slowly through the door, down the hall, and back out in the living room before Kurt spoke again.
"No, Blaine, wait," the other shouted in an almost panic. Blaine turned towards the voice but remained where he was. It was quiet again for a moment before Kurt appeared, framed by the bedroom door, arms wrapped securely around his stomach. He looked so small and all Blaine wanted to do was run and hug him but he knew now was not the time for anything physical even if it was as innocent as a comforting hug. He fixed his eyes on Kurt's waiting for the boy to speak and praying that he would at least be able to meet his gaze; he had been noticeably avoiding eye contact and fidgeting nervously. The countertenor took an audibly deep breath that seemed to calm him before continuing. "Y-you can sleep here."
"Kurt, I'm not leaving. I'll never leave you," he responded.
"No, I know. I just…You're going home in a few days and…it's not your fault so why should you have to sleep on the couch?"
"Don't do this because of me."
"Why not? What you said made me extremely uncomfortable but it was a mistake. You knew it immediately and you apologized. You're a part of this relationship too. It can't all be about me." His words were strong but Blaine could hear the hesitation behind them. Kurt was forcing himself to be okay with this. That though did not sit well with him and yet, Blaine knew his boyfriend's words had merit. It might be good to proceed as if his filter had been intact. It might help those words to actually sink in and truly reflect the way Kurt felt.
"Okay. I'll stay," he relented, walking slowly back towards the bedroom. Kurt did not wait for him and instead turned around and took a seat back on the bed. Blaine followed and sat beside his boyfriend. Another heavy silence surrounded them. Kurt was stiff beside him and Blaine was beginning to think this was a bad idea. Just as he was about to point out that this was simply not working, he felt a heavy head drop to his shoulder and fingers intertwine with his.
"You don't always mess things up. In fact, you rarely do. You're always the one to fix everything," Kurt said quietly but sincerely. He rested his own head on top of his boyfriend's, biting his inner cheek to keep his eyes from watering. "Tonight was perfect and I'm sorry for over reacting."
"You don't need to be sorry," he replied, pressing his lips the soft auburn locks.
"I'm going to have to work on it though, aren't I?"
"Yeah. You will. I'll make it as easy as I can but we'll never be one hundred percent sex free. We just won't."
A/N: So i'm honestly not too sure about this chapter. I feel like this story is becoming very much 'sex is brought up, they figure it out'. I do however believe that that is how it would work in real life but it feels odd in writing. I still have ideas and plans for future chapters and all intent to keep writing but let me know if you're liking the direction this is taking or if you'd prefer to see it take another route. Like, would you want more of just them scenes, baking, or skyping about random things, or going out for coffee and being cute and what not. idk, those everyday things might balance it out a bit more and give their relationship an evident foundation instead of just an implied one.
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