Sometimes I think why I had a life like my own. Growing up was bland compared to now, but of course growing up I wasn't out partying. My parents worked in the mornings and came home before dark, so I had to get ready for school on my own since I was six. My dad, Craig Anderson, has his own weathering business back in New York and he wanted me to join in after college. I was never interested in learning about weather and doing it my whole life, but I was brought up on it. I was sheltered to say the least. I was forced to take earth science classes in high school all four years. What I really wanted to do in college was major in French so I could finally take that offer I got in high school. But my dad refused to let me. He wanted me to work with him and take over, but I couldn't do it. It wasn't something I loved to do. It was his dream not mine. My mother worked in the same line, but she never pushed me to do the things I didn't want to do. But I was expected to listen to my father if he asks of me or tells me what I should be doing. At times, I would lock myself in my room because of my dad arguing with my mom or my brother Cooper for letting him be a deadbeat father.
Cooper got some girl pregnant when he was sixteen and he didn't want anything to do with it. Of course my parents were very disappointed in him, but my dad was worse. He would raise hell when he got letters from Coopers baby mother in the mail. Cooper didn't have a job growing up and I doubt he had one now. When I left for college he was still living with our parents at the age of twenty-five, and it made me pity him. He didn't finish college in performing arts in New York complaining that he knew everything at the school anyways. I've only met my niece once and it was when she was five and her mom and Cooper were arguing about him paying child support. I had sat with he in the car, playing with her toys, trying to cheer her up. She looked just like Cooper and it was strange. If I had got someone pregnant, I would have kept the baby, but I wouldn't have to worry about that ever.
My parents didn't mind that I was gay. My dad took a year of persuading when I was in middle school, but he soon accepted me for who I was. My mom, Pam, used to read up on things for my sake, but I told her not to worry because I already read up on things. Coming out to my family had been easy, but coming out to my friends was a bit difficult. At first they were cool with it, but when someone I didn't know said anything about me, they would take their side and bully me until my mom had enough and transferred me to a private school. And dad was pleased because the private schools had science classes. And in private school, also known as Hell High, is where I met Eli. Eli's dad worked with my dad, so I recognized him instantly. He looked just like his dad, Levi Campbell, and acted like him too. Soon our relationship flourished and we ended up dating all four years of high school. Eli was just... plain. No spark in the relationship whatever. The only time I felt something was when he told me he was moving to Florida and I realized that I would be alone once again. My mom never favored him, Cooper hated him, but my dad loved him. I assumed it was just because Levi was my dad's best friend.
I sighed and finally opened my eyes to the dim lit room. Kurt's arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, so I couldn't move if I wanted to. It was uncomfortably hot in Kurt's room, but I didn't want to wake him up. Sweat was beading down my forehead and our tangled legs were sticky. Kurt mumbled in his sleep and pulled my closer. I tensed as I felt his erection on the underside of my thigh. He pressed his head in my hair and pushed himself even closer to me. He moaned out lowly and placed a kiss in the back of my neck. "You're up." I whispered. His hand trailed up my chest and rested just below my neck.
"My morning wood woke me up," He groaned. "But I don't want to move or wake up right now."
"It's really hot though, Kurt."
"It is, huh?" He muttered and pressed his lips against my neck again.
"I meant the temperature." I chuckled.
"Oh." He said, clearly embarrassed. He gently removed himself from me and turned on his fan. Cool air started to circulate through the room as he laid back down. "Any classes today?"
"Sadly." I didn't even want to get up today. I was content in laying in bed all day, but I did have to go change my major today.
"Lets skip and lay in bed all day."
"I'd love to, but I have to go change my classes."
"You're changing your classes?"
"Yeah, changing my major." I sighed and crossed my arms behind my head.
"You can do that later." Kurt said and started to pull me close. As much as I would love to stay in bed with him, I couldn't. But I let him pull me close again, and I felt him behind me again. "Well it's never going to go away now." He snickered. I rolled my eyes, but kept a smile on my face.
"Maybe you should go take care of that?"
"You just want to sneak out."
"I promise I'll be here when you get back." I pulled away from him with a smile. He groaned, but ended up getting out of bed. AS soon as he closed the door, I got out of his bed and grabbed my phone off the charger. I had two missed calls from my mom and a few texts from Sebastian. It was six in the morning, and I still had two hours before my Lit class. I decided to call my mom back and she answered on the third ring.
"Blaine! Baby I miss you so much! How's school? How are classes? Are you okay? Have enough money for food and gas? Meet any friends?"
"Woah, mom mom!" I chuckled into the phone and bit my lip. She was the one who would ask a million questions.
"I'm sorry sweetie, I just miss you so much! Can't you come home sooner?"
"I wish mom, but I'm fine. Everything is great."
"That's good to hear. Your classes are good?"
"Yeah... about that though. I was going to change my major today." There was shuffling on the other line and then a few coughs.
"Sorry honey, it's snowing so much here. I just got in the building. Now what was that?"
"I'm changing my m-major."
"You are? But-"
"I know what dad wants, but mom, you know I don't want to do meteorology. It's not what I am interested in."
"I know that dear, but your father won't like this news."
"Of course not."
"Well, I'll keep it a secret Blaine." She paused and started talking to someone on the other end. "Blaine, any cutie yet?"
"No mom." I said, looking around the room. "Well- no."
"There is Blaine!" She giggled into the phone and I couldn't help but smile.
"I don't know yet mom. I'm actually in his room now, but we aren't dating. It's complicated."
"Ooh Blaine. Who is it? Did I meet him already? Is it that mow hawk kid or Sam?"
"It's Kurt." She squealed on the other line like a teenage girl and I pulled the phone away from my ear .
"Wait. It's six in the morning, which means..." She trailed off, waiting for me to reply.
"Yes I stayed over, but only because he took me to dinner."
"Blaine! That is so sweet dear!"
"But mom we aren't dating remember."
"Okay, okay." Kurt came back in the room, a towel wrapped around his naked body. I quickly looked away and sat on the bed.
"Um... so how is Cooper?"
"He's actually doing great. He got a job as soon as you left. And guess what?"
"What?"
"He's taking care of his daughter now."
"What! Really, that is so great!" I stood up from the bed and Kurt gave me a look of concern. He pulled up his sweatpants, but his chest was still bare. "That is amazing, mom."
"Yeah, but Kasey isn't letting her stay with him just yet."
"He needs to learn to be an adult right now."
"That is right. Oh Blaine, I hate to cut this short, but we are about to go on air baby."
"Okay, we'll talk later?"
"Of course. Love you Blaine."
"Love you too." I pulled the phone away from my ear and hung up. I smiled at myself and leaned back on the bed. Cooper was finally being a dad and taking care of his daughter. My mom supported my choices and I found a cutie. Kurt's hands creeped up my thighs and it pulled me to sit up.
"Are you taking in my offer?"
"I-I..." I couldn't even think straight anymore. His hands just resting on me made my mind all jumbled.
"Hmmm?" He teased, biting his lip. I had to give in. I could change my classes later on tonight if I wanted. I grabbed his arms and pulled him close, pressed my lips against his. He pulled away with a smile. "I guess that's a yes?" I chuckled and kissed him again, wrapping my arms around his neck. He gripped my waist in his hands and pushed me to lay on the bed. I was perfectly fine with him... with us right now. I didn't know what we were, and I didn't know if this was anything to him, but I was happy. His lips soon found my neck and he began to nibble at the sensitive skin behind my ear. I bit my lip and strained my neck to give him more room. Kurt had pushed his way past my legs and settled in between me, his tongue ghosting over my skin. Goosebumps were rising everywhere, and I loved it. I loved the way he could do this like a professional. Which he was... Which made me uncomfortable, but as soon as he began to suck at my neck, I didn't care. It's bad that even after all the people he has slept with, here I am with him, in his bed. Of course I should care about this, it was a big deal, but he could push these bad thoughts out of my head in a heartbeat. "Blaine, I need to stop before I bend you over and fuck you right now." Kurt chuckled lightly and pulled away from me. I opened my eyes and blushed at his words. Oddly, I wouldn't mind if he did...
"Yeah." I said and sat up. He ran his hand down his chest before he pulled on a shirt. I looked around the room briefly before slipping under the covers.
"Tired still?" He asked me, plugging his phone into the charger. I nodded and watched him as he sat on his desk. His phone buzzed, but he didn't lose eye contact with me. I smiled sheepishly and hid my face in the covers. "Oh, no." He walked over and slowly peeled them away. "Don't hide your face at all." He smiled and ran a hand through my curls before sitting on the bed beside me. "So since we are staying in today, what do you want to do?"
"I don't want to leave this bed." I replied, pulling the covers around my body. Kurt leaned back on his pillows and reached for his phone. He unlocked it and began to type something, smiling lightly at whatever. I rolled my eyes and turned to face the ceiling. Was he really texting someone while he was with me? I really don't know why I'm jealous, we aren't dating. We are really just... exclusive I guess. I just knew I didn't want him talking to other people while with me. "If that's fine..." I finished, keeping my eyes on the ceiling.
"That's fine, Blaine." He said and turned his back towards me. I could hear the clicking of his texting and it was driving me crazy. He laughed at something someone sent him and I sighed. He instantly turned to look at me, but I kept my eyes up. "You good?"
"Yup." I said, and turned my back towards him. I didn't want to be difficult, but I wanted his attention to be on us, not whoever.
"Blaine..." He locked his phone and scooted close to me. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm tired." I closed my eyes as he pulled the covers back off of me.
"Don't lie."
"I"m not... just really really tired." I yanked the covers back and he sighed. He laid back down and began to text someone. I rolled my eyes and shut them once again.
...
I didn't realize I had fell asleep until I was being woken up by laughing. My eyes opened slowly and I saw Kurt talking to some guy. I shut my eyes and just listened to what they were talking about. "Yeah, well I'll see what I can do." Kurt said, chuckling.
"That would be amazing. I'll see you later then?"
"Of course." The door shut and I felt Kurt falling on the bed. I then sat up and rubbed my eyes. "Look who's up. It's nearly two."
"Told you I was tired." I said, keeping a straight face.
"Hungry?"
"Not really..." I crossed my legs and ran a hand down my face. "Who was at the door?"
"Oh, an old friend from mine."
"You are going to see him tonight?"
"Y-Yeah. Why?" Kurt locked his phone and gave me a worried look.
"Just wondering." I pulled my legs up to my chest and closed my eyes. I guess I wasn't going to be sleeping here again tonight.
"Are you sure you aren't hungry?"
"Yeah I'm fine. I think I should go now."
"Why?"
"Feel like I'm bugging or bothering you." I shrugged and looked at him.
"You aren't Blaine. You're fine."
"No I'm not. You are texting and meeting people tonight and I feel like I'm just here and-"
"You woke up grumpy." Kurt said and poked my nose. He stood up off the bed. "But you aren't just here, Blaine I want you here. Yeah I'm texting, but it's just texting. And I'm meeting Chandler to just talk."
"Just talk?"
"Yes, just talk. Now I know you are hungry, so let me cook you something." He pulled me out of bed and I followed him down the stairs with a smile. Just to talk, I kept reminding myself. Once we got in the kitchen, Puck was sitting on the island eating a bowl of cereal.
"Hummel! Damn, you guys get it on?"
"No Puck." Kurt said and glared at him.
"Did you win the be-"
"Shut the fuck up Puck." Kurt said, clenching his teeth and balling his fist. I looked between the two slowly. Puck held up his hands and got up to leave.
"I'll just ask Santana, meany." He stalked off, slurping his milk. I took his place, sitting on the island.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"Nothing, he's just fucking stupid. So, what are you in the mood for?"
"Eggs really." I licked my lips and Kurt winked, pulling a pan out. He walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of eggs, milk, cheese, and an onion. He turned the stove on and placed the pan on top of a burner. He shooed me off the island and began setting up the foods. He cracked three eggs in a bowl and poured the milk in. He then chopped up the onion and placed it in the pan, pouring vegetable oil over them. The sound of sizzling echoed throughout the kitchen, making me lick my lips. Kurt took a whisk and began to mix the eggs well enough. He then opened the pantry and grabbed a basil leaf from a container and chopped it up, sprinkling over the onions. He poured the eggs in the pan and and began to clean up his mess. "Smell good." I said, wiping off the island for him.
"Of course it does." He boasted, flipping the eggs in the pan. I leaned on the counter next to him, watching as he flipped the eggs over and over, sprinkling cheese over it. He turned the stove off and placed the omelette on a glass plate. He set it on the island and then grabbed a bottle of orange juice out of the fridge. He poured the juice in the glass and set it neatly next to the plate. "Bon appetit, Blaine."
"Thank you Kurt." I took a bite out of the egg and almost died. "This is the best fucking thing I've ever eaten!" I quickly devoured the meal and chugged down the juice. "You need to be a chef, holy..."
"I am in Culinary Arts, Blaine." Kurt sang out my name, taking my plate and washing it.
"Amazing. A plus!" I clapped and he tossed a rag at me.
"You are a goofball." He leaned on the island in front of me, biting his lip. "Now what?"
"I don't care. We could go back upstairs?"
"Watch a movie?"
"Sure."
...
Kurt couldn't last through the opening credits of What's Eating Gilbert Grape without getting on his phone. I was really interested in the movie seeing that I haven't watched it yet, but I couldn't focus on it with him texting away. He kept laughing and then texting and then laughing again. I couldn't help but feel jealous because who ever he was talking to was making him happy when I was supposed to. Wasn't I? I sat up from my arms and looked behind me. The light of his phone lit up his face and he was smiling down. "Could you keep it down a little bit?" I asked nicely and gave him a smile. He just nodded, keeping his eyes locked on his screen. I rolled my own and looked back at his laptop. The movie had Johnny Depp and Leonardo DiCaprio and according to Netflix it's about the two in a backwater Iowa town, Gilbert, played by Johnny Depp, struggles to take care of his mentally disabled brother, Arnie, by DiCaprio, and provide for the rest of his family. Kurt said it was a really good movie and that him and his dad used to watch it all the time. Kurt laughed out again and I turned around again. "Kurt-"
"Sorry Blaine." He muttered and typed away. I let my curiosity take over and sat up. I paused the movie and leaned against his headboard next to him.
"Who is making the jokes over here?" I asked, leaning to look closer. He quickly locked his phone and lifted an eyebrow.
"No one."
"It's someone, Kurt." I said and looked from him to his hands. His phone lit up and Chandler's name flashed on. I quickly took his phone and stood up off the bed. I slid over to the message and was surprised that he didn't have a lock on his phone. "Can't wait to see you tonight, winky face?" I read off, looking up to Kurt.
"Blaine-"
"It's been forever since I've been throat fuc-"
"Blaine!" Kurt jumped off the bed and tried to snatch his phone form me, but I spun around and scrolled through.
"Thanks for tonight, Kurt? That was last night... when did you-"
"Give me my phone." He snatched it away from me and locked it. "You can't just go through people's phones."
"When did you go last night?"
"I didn't..." He muttered, but I shook my head. I felt anger boiling through me and I hated it. I hated getting angry at him for doing the same things... why did I think he could change now?
"When did you go?"
"When you were asleep..."
"What did you do?"
"Blaine-"
"What the hell did you do?" I spat glaring at him. Of all the things I expected him to do, like apologize, or even feel guilty, he just laughs. He laughs right in my face.
"What's it to you?"
"What do you mean?" I scream out. "I let you... I let you do things to me-with me. I thought it meant something to you! You took away the only thing I could never get back and you still go fool around with other people!" I refuse to let tears fall out. I told myself I would never cry for him again. I clench my fist and turn away from him, trying to collect my thoughts, but nothing is working.
"You told me to, I tried to warn you."
"But you... you..." I couldn't think straight, and he was right. I did want him to do it.
"You knew what you were getting into, Blaine. You knew exactly who I was." He slammed his hand on his desk and I jumped, turning to face him.
"I know!" I shouted. "I know what I was getting into! I thought I could change you... and make you want me. I thought that we could be together." My voice cracks as a tear rolls down my face. I quickly wipe it away, keeping my face hard as stone. Why am I still here? I look from his fist and to his face. His face is just as hard as mine, but his eyes held... pain? Was it pain or was it guilt or was it regret?
"You know we can't."
"We can! We can, you just won't." I know I sound absolutely pathetic thinking he would even want to. And I know I sound dumb for wanting to still be with him. But Kurt makes me feel.. amazing and great and good about myself.
"No. We can't." He dropped his fist to his side and walked back to his bed. I scoffed and turned away. What was I supposed to do now? I couldn't leave because I didn't drive here, and I couldn't call Sam to come get me because he was most likely in class just like everyone else. I was stuck here at least until dark. I didn't want to stay in here, I knew that, so I gathered my self before heading towards the door. "Where are you going?" Kurt asked, but I swung the door open and left the room. My heart was pounding and my head hurt from yelling. I just wanted to go back to New York and be with my mom. "Blaine Anderson." Kurt said a little louder, stepping outside of his room. I was halfway down the hall at the time and stopped walking. "Blaine come back."
"No." I continue walking and then I feel him grip my arm. His hand is holding on tightly around my wrist to a point where it hurts. I wince and he instantly lets go. "I-sorry. I didn't mean to." He brings his hand up to cover his mouth, but I just shrug and turn away.
"Where are you going?"
"Home.., I don't know. Away from you though."
"Oh come on Blaine, you can't be mad at me."
"Well I am." I walk towards the stairs, not looking back.
"Blaine." He calls out, but I make my way down quickly. "God you are frustrating." I stopped mid way and looked back up. I blew air out of my nose and ran up the stairs and towards him, poking him in his chest once I got in front of him.
"I'm fucking frustrating? How- please tell me how I am?"
"You won't get over this! You won't stop holding me accountable for what we did!"
"You told me that it wasn't just something! I couldn't take my own virginity, Kurt. You helped with that."
"You regret it then, right?" He backed away from me and crossed his arms. A small part of me did regret it, but only a small part. I knew I wanted him to be the one... didn't I?
"Of course I don't!" I yell and for a split second, I saw a softness go across his face. "I don't regret any time I spend with you, even if we are arguing like right now. You have to understand that I can't just walk away from this... I've never been touched like you touch me or-"
"I know you haven't been touched." His voice changes, a little deeper than normal. He walks close to me, backing me up against the wall, and I get lost in his eyes for the five hundredth time. "You won't find anyone who has touched me like you, Blaine." He leans down and starts to kiss my neck. What is happening? I can't fight back, my body is frozen but oh god does it feel amazing. His hands hold me against the wall by my waist. He slowly makes his way up my neck and onto my jaw. I lean my head back, giving in. How could he do this to me? How could I let him... because it felt so good. His lips finally found mine and my tongue pressed through his mouth. He let out a moan as I pulled lightly at his hair and it made me moan into his mouth. His tongue moved in rhythm with mine, something that never happened to me before. He raked one of his hands up his shirt that I borrowed and dug his thumb on my hip. It hurt so bad that it felt good. I felt my underwear get tighter and my heart beat faster. "I know you want this..." He whispered against my lips before pressing them back on me. I know I shouldn't let him win. But fuck it right now. I nodded against him and he smiled into the kiss. "Tell me you want it, Blaine." He whispered, rutting against me. My breath hitched and I let out a low moan. "Come one tell me." He pulled away and pressed his lower body against me again.
"I-I want you to..." I trailed off as he grinded against me again.
"Tell me." He basically growled. I bit my lip and looked away. I was too embarrassed.
"Kurt... please just do something."
"Okay." He pulled away from me and walked back towards his room. I whined at the absence and almost started a fit. I quickly followed him in his room and locked the door behind us. He was not about to leave me dry. "Change your-" I cut him off crashing my lips on his. He gasped lightly, then fell on his bed. He pulled me up closer until I was straddling his lap. I leaned over him, sucking his bottom lip. He gripped my hips and I moved them in a circular motion, earning a whine from him. I pulled away from him and sat up. He kept his eyes on mine as I kept moving. He thrusted up against me . I grinded down hard. It felt amazing, and the way his face was twisting and turning red, I knew I was doing something. "Blaine, holy shit." He gripped me hard and rutted against me faster. "Fuck... You need to ride me now." He closed his eyes, but snapped them open when I stopped moving. "What's wrong?"
"You want me to ride y-you?" I whispered. I wasn't sure if I...could?
"Yes, I want you to. God." He thrusted against me again and I moaned. I could do this... I could do it. I played at the string of his sweatpants. All my thoughts from earlier were pushed in the back of my mind. I got off of him so he could get up. He reached in his desk drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube. I gulped silently as he slid out of his sweatpants. His boner was now sticking out, fighting against his boxers. He nodded to me and I slowly pushed the shorts off of me. Kurt kneeled down in front of me and took me in his hand and my cock twitched. He smiled, palming me through my boxers. "Can we skip this foreplay? Just let me loosen you up a bit..." He pulled my boxers down and licked his lips. I shyly looked away. I felt so exposed every time he did this. "God, how have you not been fucked before... or how have you not fucked anyone? You are fucking big." He took me in his hand again and I blushed at his words. He let me go and stood up. "Bend over the bed." He order and I slowly walked over. I bent over and he moaned. I felt so... awkward and exposed once again. I was starting to wonder what was taking him so long but then I felt something. I jerked towards the bed, but Kurt held me steady by my thigh. "It's fine Blaine." He chuckled. Then I felt it again. It was wet... but it felt good. Was he... I felt his tongue press against me. Oh. I wasn't sure if I liked this or not, but I wouldn't lie on how amazing it felt. He used his hands to spread me apart and I let out a moan as he pressed his tongue against me again and then stood up. "I need to hurry up." He said it hard and spread lube on his fingers. I looked back at him just as he pressed a finger inside of me. I let out a moan, the familiar sting coming back. It was better than yesterday, but it still stung. He pressed all the way in and then went all the way out. "Talk to me, Blaine." He cooed, sliding his finger back into in.
"Hey Kurt." I chuckled and he stopped moving.
"This is not the time to joke around." He said, but I could hear a small laugh. "But come on, I want to hear you." He moved his finger faster causing me to moan out. "That's it. Talk to me now." I didn't know what to say. What do I even say?
"I-I don't know how."
"Yes you do, baby." He breathed out, pressing two fingers inside. I bit my lip into a small smile. Baby?
"God Kurt..." I whispered. I then shook my head. "I can't unless-"
"I'm fucking you huh?" He said lowly, pulling his fingers out slowly and started kissing up my back. "You like it when I fuck you?" He asked, nibbling at my skin. I shivered and nodded hard. "Tell me you do."
"I like it... I like it when you fuck me." I said quickly. He hummed against me and then I felt him ease his way into me. I threw my face in the bed, biting the covers hard. He stayed put, waiting for me to get used to the stretch. He was only halfway in, so it wasn't that bad. "Fuck..." I moaned, giving him the okay to go in deeper. He pressed flush against me, his breath warm against my neck.
"You are still tight." He breathed, moving out of me and then back in. "God..."
"Fuck me, please!" I cried out, and I didn't even realize I said it.
"Oh fuck yes." He moaned and moved faster and deeper. I cried out into the bed, gripping the side of it tight. It so good, pleasure fighting the pain. "You take it like a pro, Blaine." He said, pushing my torso into the bed further. He lifted my ass up, making me look like a banana and started doing long, slow strokes. I could have died happy there. His long, deep strokes made my toes curl under my feet. I could feel him deep inside of me. With each stroke, he hit my prostate. I let out loud moans, biting into the blankets. His hands dug into my waist, but at this point I didn't care. He leaned forwards and pressed his front on my back. His tongue licked its way up my lower neck and then he started to nip at my skin. He picked up his thrusts while moving my hair from his way. "Shit, shit." He moaned before sucking on the sensitive skin behind my ear.
"Kurt... Fuck I won't-"
"You need to ride me right now." Kurt said, cutting me off. He pulled out of me and I lifted my head up at the loss. He moved me out of the way and laid on the bed, his cock leaking with pre-cum. I crawled on the bed and sat just above his cock and leaned in, pressing my lips against him. He hungrily kissed me, pumping me with his hands. I whined into his mouth, loving how he stroked me slow and steady. I had to prepare myself to ride him. I had no idea what to do, or even how to do it. He pushed me closer to his cock, his lips still attached to mine and I knew he was growing impatient. I relaxed my body and pulled away from him. I scooted closer to his legs and grabbed his cock from behind my back. I leaned forward a little and slid him inside of me until I sat on him. We both moaned at the same. I sat there for a while, feeling how absolutely deep he is, and I couldn't believe that I could take it. I used my knees to lift me up halfway before slowly coming back down. Kurt threw his head back, biting his lip. I rolled my hips and he let out this amazing sound. It was high pitched and loud, so I rolled my hips again so he could do it again. "Stop teasing me, Blaine." He growled, gripping underneath my thighs. He lifted me up and pushed me back down on him. I placed my hands on his chest to balance me out as he did the same thing over and over until I took control. I threw my head back, bouncing up and down on his cock. He gripped my waist and started meeting me with his thrusts. I cried out, biting my hand to silence myself. "Don't do that baby." He moaned, removing my hand before pounding back into me.
"Oh shit... oh shit." I leaned forward and pressed my mouth over his. He thrusted faster and deeper, making me whine against his lips.
"Come Blaine... come all over us." Kurt broke the kiss and started to bite at my neck. I cried out as I felt the tightness in my stomach. I reached under myself and started to pump me.
"Kurt! Oh god Kurt!" I kept crying out as I came over our chests Kurt slowed down his movement, pulling out of me and coming on my back.
"Fuck Blaine." He mumbled into my neck. I laid there for a second, calming my breathes before standing up off of him. He laid there, his chest moving up and down and his eyes closed. "I have... Clothes in my dresser... you can use." He said through his breaths. I grabbed a towel that was hanging on his closet and searched through his clothes. I grabbed a t-shirt and sweatpants and made my way out the door. I quickly walked down the hall and into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed hickey's on my neck and on my chest. Bruises started to form at my hips from his fingers. I let him win again. He took me again instead of arguing me, and I didn't mind. I wanted to not let him win with sex, but I have to admit that it was amazing. My shower was short, only washing my hair with conditioner and washing my body twice. I dried my body off and my hair and quickly put on his clothes. I shook a hand through my hair, feeling the dampness and sighing. What was to come after this? I made my way back in his room, but he was missing, probably showering in the other bathroom. I sat on his bed and twiddled my thumbs. My phone rang softly and I reached for it. My mom's name flashed across the screen and I smiled.
"Hey mom."
"Blaine! How are you?"
"Kinda tired actually..."
"Oh did I wake you up?"
"No no mom. I just- I'm- school." I stuttered and she laughed on the other line.
"Look who's on the phone." Kurt said, winking at me, making me blush.
"Blaine who was that?"
"Kurt." I said, biting my lip and looking away from him as his towel drops.
"Kurt?" She yells, making me grin widely. "Still with him? Oh my gosh!"
"Yes mom." I mutter. "I gotta go okay? We can talk tomorrow, okay?"
"Of course baby. Be safe. I love you."
"Love you too mom." I hung up and laid back on the bed, groaning.
"That's cute." Kurt said, sitting on the bed beside me. "My dad is too busy for me to call sometimes." He shrugged. "It's not even four yet. What do you want to do?"
"Sleep honestly."
"Yeah I'm tired too."
"Can I ask something?"
"Sure." He lifts the covers up and we both get under, his arms automatically wrapping around me.
"Are you... are you going to go see Chandler tonight?"
"I-..." He stopped talking and I sighed.
"It's fine-"
"I'm not going, Blaine. I'm staying here with you." I smiled to myself at his response. He chose me, but would he stay true to his decision?
