Wow! Firstly I'm overwhelmed by the number of people apparently reading my first adventure into the boys smutty side. Thanks to all those who review – it really does encourage me to keep going with the story.
Lastly, what is it with you people? Everyone wants to lock up poor Kurt's dick! Blaine NEEDS it!
Chapter 9
"Take off your clothes, Hummel," Blaine growled as he rolled off Kurt.
"Real romantic, Blaine!" Kurt huffed as he got off the bed and began to remove his clothes anyway, folding them neatly as he went.
"We've got the rest of our lives for romance, Kurt," Blaine said stripping himself as quickly as he could, not caring where he threw his clothes, "right now, I just want you to fuck me!" Kurt laughed as he started to pick up Blaine's clothes off the floor and fold them up.
Blaine watched Kurt for a moment before he reached over and grabbed the clothes out of his hands, throwing them up in the air without regard.
"For Christ's sake, Kurt," Blaine groaned, "Fuck the clothes!"
Kurt raised an eyebrow, "Make up your mind Anderson," Kurt said flirtatiously, "which is it? Am I fucking the clothes or you?"
Blaine grabbed Kurt's arms and pulled him down onto the bed, as Kurt squealed in delight. Blaine pinned Kurt's hands above his head, before diving down onto Kurt's neck so fast Edward Cullen would've been proud. Kurt mewled at the sensation of Blaine's teeth alternating with his tongue and lips on his neck. He squirmed underneath Blaine's body, thrusting his hips up gently to try and find some friction.
"What did I say about teasing, Kurt," Blaine hissed into Kurt's neck, sending vibrations straight to the younger man's cock. Blaine pushed Kurt's hips back down into the mattress firmly, Kurt groaned as his cock twitched in anticipation. Blaine moved down Kurt's chest and slowly licked an outline around each nipple, before swiping his tongue lightly over the nub in the middle, his tongue barely making contact with Kurt's skin. He drew back slightly and breathed heavily, drying the saliva left on Kurt's nipple and watched with amusement as each one stood to attention in turn.
Blaine moved painfully slowly down Kurt's body, his tongue diving into Kurt's navel, tracing his well defined muscular abdomen. He avoided Kurt's cock, choosing instead to bury his face between Kurt's legs, inhaling the unique smell of his lover while he licked and sucked on Kurt's scrotum. Kurt groaned in agony, his cock painfully hard. He moved his hands to grab Blaine's head, before he changed his mind and clasped them together tightly behind his head.
Blaine lifted himself up from Kurt's groin, and thrust his tongue back into Kurt's mouth.
"You're not going to move your hands, are you?" Blaine growled threateningly. Kurt shook his head as Blaine laughed and turned himself around, straddling himself over Kurt's thighs. He reached over to the nightstand and picked up the small bottle of lube. He wasted no time in coating his fingers in the gooey substance, before putting his head on the mattress between Kurt's knees and plunging a finger into himself.
Kurt watched as his own cock bobbed and leaked behind Blaine's ass, he watched as his lover quickly added a second digit into his own hole. Blaine began to stretch himself out for Kurt, searching his own body deeply, exploring and looking for his own pleasure. Kurt moaned as he watched, before unconsciously reaching out to add his own finger to Blaine's two. He had just breached the ring of muscle when Blaine quickly pulled his fingers out. He swivelled back around to face Kurt again, their two cocks standing tall and proud between them.
"I told you, no touching," Blaine said as he grabbed Kurt's hands and put them back over his head, "leave them there, or I'll stop right now!" Kurt gulped and nodded as he gripped onto the headboard with all his might.
"That's better," Blaine cooed and he took his own penis in hand. He stretched out his legs and put one foot on each of Kurt's arms, pinning them firmly in place, as he dropped his knees open wide. He stroked his dick in long, firm strokes, occasionally 'accidently' bumping Kurt's cock. Kurt couldn't take much more, all he wanted to do was grab a dick. He didn't care whether it was his or Blaine's. But he knew that if he did, he would be in for a far worse fate than he was currently enduring. He closed his eyes and tried to take his mind somewhere else, tried to ignore the moans and groans emanating from Blaine.
"Watch me, Kurt!" Blaine demanded, and Kurt flew his eyes open to meet Blaine's. He tried to focus on Blaine's face, but it didn't take long before his eyes drifted toward Blaine's crotch.
Blaine continued to move his hand up and down, swiping his thumb across the head of his penis, until he had almost reached his point of no return. Kurt sighed as he tried to maintain his own control. Blaine stopped his own ministrations just in time, and leaned over to kiss Kurt softly on the lips.
"Blaine...I...can't," Kurt panted out desperately.
"Yes you can, Kurt," assured Blaine, "you can do anything..." Blaine lined Kurt's cock up with his slightly stretched hole and quickly impaled himself fully on the impressive erection. Both men yelled out each other's name at the sudden sensation. Blaine didn't move for a moment, giving both of them time to adjust. Then he began rocking his hips slowly, painfully slowly, barely moving at all.
"Blaine!...I'm close!" shouted Kurt, unable to control himself for much longer.
"Not until I tell you to, Kurt," Blaine ordered. Kurt bit his bottom lip in an attempt to stop his own release. Blaine grabbed his own dick and wiped the pre-cum from the tip with his thumb.
"Open!" he demanded. Kurt released his lip from between his teeth, and Blaine wiped both of Kurt's lips with his thumb, coating them fully. Kurt moaned, not sure if he was in a perverted heaven or just been dropped into the depths of hell. He greedily licked his lips, knowing that it was as close to tasting Blaine that he was going to get this week.
Blaine resumed rocking his pelvis against Kurt's. He knew that neither of them could last much longer. He grabbed his shaft again and started moving his hand in ever quickening motions, slapping his dick against Kurt's belly every so often.
He could feel Kurt trying to thrust up inside of him, and he pushed his weight down on top of the svelte figure underneath him to regain complete control. Kurt writhed and moaned, throwing his head back and willing himself to hold onto until Blaine gave him permission to do more.
Eventually he heard it, Blaine said one word "now", and suddenly all bets were off. Kurt thrust up hard into Blaine, still gripping onto the headboard for all his worth. Blaine came first, spilling his cum over Kurt's chest. Two quick thrusts later, Kurt joined him and Blaine felt Kurt's warm cum shooting up his ass. Blaine collapsed beside Kurt once they were finished, they both lay silent while they got their breathing back under control.
After a few minutes, they turned their heads toward each other in unison, Blaine gave Kurt a chaste kiss, as they both started laughing.
"That was..." started Blaine.
"It really was," replied Kurt smiling at the man he loved. Within a few short minutes, they were both asleep. Neither of them even thinking about Kurt's cum splattered chest.
...
The next day Kurt awoke feeling sticky and gross. The memories of the previous evening came flooding back into his brain, and he let out a small groan. What on earth was the rest of the week going to be like for him? Blaine was the most wonderful boyfriend that Kurt could ever imagine having. But sexually, he was, and always had been, equal parts of demanding, inventive and thrilling. Kurt sometime found it hard to believe that he was the same person as the innocent little 16 year old that threw up on Ms Pilsbury's shoes in his sophomore year.
Trying not to wake Blaine up, he got out of bed and took a long shower. He wrapped himself in a towel, and by the time he returned to the bedroom to get dressed, Blaine was sitting up in bed with his back against the headboard, pouting. Kurt laughed at the look of pure disappointment on Blaine's face.
"Oh, what's wrong with you this morning?" Kurt said, climbing back onto the bed beside Blaine.
"I woke up and you weren't here," Blaine said, continuing to pout.
"Well, you never cleaned me up last night!" Kurt admonished as he reached out and lightly tapped Blaine's nose, "I was gross, and needed a shower!"
Blaine's pout was slowly replaced with a small grin.
"You showered without me?" he asked cheekily. Kurt looked at him confused, not showering alone had never been one of their rules, or had it?
"Yes," Kurt replied tentatively, smelling a trap, "you were asleep, I was awake, I was gross, so I took a shower...is there a problem."
"Did you wash yourself properly?" Blaine smirked.
"Umm, yes Mom," Kurt laughed, "I've been able to wash myself for quite a number of years, you know."
"So...you didn't miss anything," Blaine chuckled, waiting for Kurt to catch on.
"No Mom," Kurt was still laughing, "behind the ears – done, face – done, everywhere – done. Problem?"
Blaine decided he needed to be a little more direct in his approach. He pulled the towel off from around Kurt's waist and pointed.
"Weren't you told not to touch something for a week?" Blaine grinned triumphantly as he watched Kurt's mouth drop open.
"I didn't think you meant..." Kurt started. Blaine burst out into a hearty laugh.
"God Kurt!" he said, trying to catch his breath, "if you could see your face now!"
Kurt got up and struck an indignant pose while he poked his tongue out, "Shut up!" he yelled, and batted Blaine's shoulder playfully.
"So, what now," Kurt asked genuinely,"I get punished for washing myself?"
Blaine shook his head as he finally got his laughter under control, "No! What do you think I am?" Blaine held his arms out and motioned for Kurt to join him on the bed. Kurt wasted no time in lying down beside his lover and snuggling into his neck.
"You'll never get punished for something you didn't know," Blaine cooed into Kurt freshly washed hair, "but you should have asked first." Kurt nodded and sucked Blaine's earlobe gently.
"Blaine?" he whispered directly into Blaine's ear, "may I please have permission to touch my dick in order to wash, or go to the bathroom?"
Blaine chuckled and turned his head to face Kurt's. "Yes...yes, you may." he laughed before kissing Kurt's lips softly.
"Why thank you, kind sir," Kurt replied, and he took his naked body off the bed before Blaine got any more ideas. He walked over to his bag and took out a change of clothes, and proceeded to quickly get dressed.
"What happened to the naked ass rule?" Blaine looked shocked as Kurt pulled on his skin tight black jeans.
"In the apartment, Blaine!" Kurt laughed, "Remember? That was an 'in the apartment' rule, and in case you forgot, you got my father to agree to me moving in with you...So I'm off to pack up my stuff in the dorm today. The law states that my ass needs to be covered while in public, or I'll be arrested and thrown in jail!"
"Just let them try to take you away from me!" Blaine lunged at Kurt from his position on the bed, and they both collapsed on the floor in a fit of laughter.
Kurt eventually pulled himself up from the floor. And after giving Blaine much reassurance that he would be as quick as he possibly could, he finally managed to leave the apartment.
...
When Kurt returned in the mid-afternoon, he found Blaine lying on the sofa flicking randomly between tv stations, searching for something decent to watch. As soon he heard the door open, Blaine jumped up to help Kurt drag his three enormous suitcases through the door.
"Fuck me!" Blaine said under his breath, shocked at the sheer amount of stuff Kurt had managed to squeeze into a tiny dorm room.
Kurt gave his trademark high pitched giggle. "I know!" he laughed, "do you still want me, Mr Anderson? After all, I come with baggage!"
Blaine rubbed the back of his neck. "Of course I still want you," he said staring at the bags, as if they were suddenly going to multiply, "I just don't know where the fuck to put you!"
Kurt picked up the handles of two of the cases and started to drag them toward the bedroom. As he left the living room he looked over his shoulder to see Blaine still rooted to the spot, staring at the remaining case.
"Well, come on," Kurt shouted, breaking Blaine's thoughts, "we've got closet work to do!"
Blaine groaned and followed Kurt into the bedroom. He looked at his one, he thought substantial, closet and the one chest of drawers in the room, and looked again at the three suitcases. Had they just gotten bigger, or was it his imagination?
Kurt laughed, as if reading his mind. "Don't worry, I'm an expert at this," Kurt sang happily, "you sort the drawers, I'll need two large and one small...While I sort out your closet space."
Blaine did his best to clear out some drawer space for Kurt, but he still ended up with a pile of his own things that now had no home. He looked over at Kurt, surrounded by piles of clothes...Blaine's clothes.
"What are you doing?" Blaine asked, pointing at the piles of clothes.
"Sorting," hummed Kurt, he quickly tried to explain his system to Blaine, pointing at piles of clothes as he went, "these can definitely stay, these are leaving the residence tomorrow, and these are on death row."
"Death row?" Blaine repeated.
"Yep," replied Kurt as if it was the most logical thing in the world, "they can still be saved, but their chances aren't real good!"
"But...but," Blaine stammered, "these are all MY clothes. Aren't you getting rid of any of yours?"
"Already did that at the dorm," Kurt said brusquely.
"So these three cases..."
"That's right, just the bare essentials" Kurt sang happily, "I've gotten it down from the six I bought with me to New York."
Kurt turned and saw Blaine's look of pure panic. He stood up and held Blaine by the shoulders, before leaning in and kissing his nose gently.
"Oh honey," he said softly, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Why don't you go and make us some coffee?"
Blaine nodded silently and left the chaotic space behind him, hoping that at least some of his clothes could plea bargain their way off Death Row.
Ten minutes later, as Kurt was just pulling out Blaine's last pea coat (seriously, who needed four?) something fell out of the pocket. Kurt picked up the red velvet pouch and turned it over in his hand. There were no markings to say what was inside. Kurt realised that this was the coat Blaine had worn on Friday night, when he'd taken his walk and left Kurt alone. He weighed up in his mind whether to open it, put it back or simply ask Blaine. The choice was taken out of his hands however, when Blaine returned to the room holding two mugs of coffee.
Blaine stopped in his tracks as he saw the item in Kurt's hands. He quickly put the mugs down on the dresser, and turned back to face Kurt.
"Did you look?" he asked sullenly. Kurt shook his head, "I wanted to though," he confessed.
Blaine nodded, it was only human curiosity after all.
Blaine sighed, "I bought it for you," he admitted, "ages ago...I had it customized...I picked it up on Friday."
Kurt turned the package over in his hands again, not sure if that was Blaine's way of giving him permission to open it.
"I was going to wait to give it to you once you'd settled in...once we were both sure of everything." Blaine tried to explain. It wasn't that he didn't want Kurt to have his gift now, it was just that he wasn't sure how Kurt would take it.
Kurt looked up at Blaine surprised, "I'm sure Blaine," he got up from the floor and moved toward his man, "I'm sure of everything, but it's up to you...I don't want to ruin your surprise." Kurt took Blaine's hand in his own and placed the velvet pouch into it.
Blaine handed it straight back, "open it," he said firmly, "open it, and if you don't like it or don't want it, I'll take it back."
Kurt looked warily, but he was never one to turn down a gift. He took the pouch from Blaine and pulled it open. He reached inside and pulled out a long chain. He looked up at Blaine in confusion, it was too long to be a necklace, unless it was one of multiple strands. He ran his hand over the fine gold metal and noticed three small black onyx charms, two in the shape of the letter 'B' and one 'K'.
"It's beautiful, Blaine," Kurt gushed his appreciation, "but I'm sorry, I don't...Is it a necklace?" he asked. Blaine chuckled and shook his head.
"Take your jeans and pants off, Kurt," Blaine said breathily.
Kurt knotted his eyebrows in confusion, "naked ass rule?" he asked quietly.
Blaine shook his head, "please? For me?" he pleaded softly. Blaine didn't take his eyes of Kurt for a second as the younger man slowly disrobed his body. Blaine took the chain from Kurt and, with one end in each hand, wrapped it around Kurt's waist from behind. He fastened the clasp, and adjusted it to the right position. He ran his hands down Kurt's chest, to his waist and gently played with the charms dangling at the front.
"It's called a back belly chain," Blaine said throatily into Kurt's ear as he stood hard up against him. The chain was cool on Kurt's warm skin, one black stone 'B' hung off centre at his front together with the 'K' charm, reaching just above the join of his torso and legs. The third hung at his back, Blaine's hands followed the chain around Kurt's waist and he quickly spread Kurt ass cheeks, and Kurt felt the third charm fall into place, just above his hole.
He gasped as the cool stone touched his sensitive skin, and turned to face Blaine.
"I love it!" cried Kurt, with a tear in his eye.
"You don't have to say that," said Blaine shyly, "you can take it off if you want, put your clothes back on...you don't have to wear it at all if you don't want to."
Kurt took Blaine's face in his two hands and kissed him deeply.
"I'm never taking it off," Kurt said putting his forehead against Blaine's, "it's perfect...it's gorgeous!"
Blaine sighed in relief, "it just reminded me of us," he whispered against Kurt's lips, "beautiful, private and well...you know how much I love your ass!" he chuckled trying to lighten up the moment.
Kurt kissed him gently before pulling back once more.
"Now I'll always have a 'B' in my butt!"
Blaine smacked Kurt's backside lightly, before reclaiming his lover's mouth with his own.
This was initially a bit longer, but you'll have to wait to read the rest...
For anyone interested here's the link to the gift, obviously you need to take out the spaces! (And remember that Blaine had the back chain lengthened to be at just 'the right spot'!)
www. trinitysjewelry. com/celtic-style-back-belly-chain. aspx
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