Kurt wakes to feel Blaine running his hands almost reverently over his bare backside, and smiles as he remembers they're both still naked from the night before. He turns silently and pulls him in for a long kiss before guiding him through giving his first hand job, which leaves them lying on their backs grinning at each other.
"The best way to wake up." Kurt smiles.
"You're not disappointed?"
"Waking up completely naked with you? No."
"I mean because we haven't..."
"No, I told you. I don't want to rush things either."
"I just don't think I'm there yet."
"Which is fine, because we're both here. We will know when it's right. Honestly Blaine just this," he says gesturing between them, "the cuddling, the exploration, is enough for me."
"I love you," Blaine says simply, grinning across at him. "Shower with me?"
"You're not swimming?"
"Not if you're going to accept my offer." he says with a wink, and Kurt bounds from the bed and hurries to the bathroom, where he sinks eagerly to his knees under the spray.
The weather is cooler, and after begging, pleading and cajoling, Blaine convinces Kurt to drive to the Aquitaine National Park, where they hire bikes and cycle through the dense forest for hours. Kurt makes Blaine drive home, claiming his legs may never work properly again.
"Did you enjoy it though?"
"Yes." Kurt admits begrudgingly, "But don't ever tell anyone."
Blaine laughs, "Your secret is safe with me. Tomorrow is all yours. Tell me what you want to do, where you want to go and we'll do it."
"I'd quite like to see La Rochelle, but it's a good two hour drive."
"In this car? Ugh, such a hardship." Blaine teases. "Let's do it."
They cook dinner together that night and afterwards they lie opposite each other on the hearth rug and play chess, something they haven't done since their Dalton days.
"No sulking when you lose, Anderson," Kurt says as he muses over which piece to move next.
"I only used to sulk because the loser would have to do a forfeit."
"As they will tonight."
"Ugh," And pushing himself further up onto his elbows, Blaine tries to pay attention. But it's hard when Kurt is opposite, chewing his lip when he's deep in thought, the tip of his pink tongue emerging as he finally makes his move. Anyway, Kurt is deadly at this game, in all the times they've played Blaine has only ever won twice. Although this game is going surprisingly well for him, he can see a few moves ahead and thinks a check mate might be on the cards if Kurt plays as he thinks he will.
"What's the forefeit?" Blaine asks smugly as Kurt studies the board.
"Loser has to grant whatever sexual favor the other decides upon."
Sweeping his hand across the board and scattering the pieces far and wide, Blaine raises one eyebrow to Kurt. "Looks like I lost." And he crawls over to him quickly, pressing his full weight on top of him as they share urgent, raw kisses and undress each other hurriedly. "What do you want?" he whispers hotly as he pulls his earlobe between his teeth. "Anything."
Kurt pulls back and looks at him darkly, there is so much he wants, so much he cannot wait to try, but right now, given Blaine's talent with his tongue, there's only one thing on his mind. "Have you ever been face fucked before?"
"I'm gonna let you think about that question for a minute." Blaine says with a smirk, pulling Kurt into his lap and continuing to kiss every part of his smooth skin he can reach.
"Sorry. Okay, rephrase. Do you know what it is?"
"Of course. Porn is very educational."
"Can I?"
"Yes," comes the eager response, Blaine's eyes wide with longing. "Where do you want me?"
"Sit back against the couch." Kurt says decisively, "And if it's too much, tap my leg and I'll stop okay?"
"No, don't stop."
"I haven't started yet."
"I know but...I want you to be rough with me. Take control."
"Kinky bastard," is all Kurt says as Blaine sits on the floor, back against the front of the couch and starts to stroke himself slowly.
"Fuck yeah...and talk to me Kurt...like that."
"Yeah? Dirty boy are we?"
"Mmmm."
"Dirty boy who wants his face full of my dick, huh?"
"Yes! God yes!" Blaine moans.
"Stop touching yourself." Kurt commands as he stands astride Blaine's hips, his rigid cock level with Blaine's ready and willing mouth. "Lick it."
Blaine's tongue comes out and licks a long strip up the entire length before circling over the head, closing his lips around the very tip and swallowing the bitter pre come. "You taste so good."
"Open."
Gripping his hair tightly, Kurt pulls Blaine's head back before pushing just the head of his cock into the warm wet heat and thrusting shallowly to start. Blaine eagerly takes him and moans in the back of his throat, closing his eyes as he allows Kurt to maneuver him how he wants.
"Shit you look good like this," Kurt groans, running a finger along his jaw, watching it stretch as he pushes further in. "Think you can take all of me?"
"Mmmm."
Kurt rests his knees on the couch either side of Blaine's shoulders, leaning forward to rest one hand against the back as he slowly drives his long length into Blaine's mouth, groaning when he realizes he has indeed managed to take the lot.
"Jesus Blaine, fuck. You look so good with all my cock in your mouth. Gonna fuck you now, okay?"
There is no answer of course, just a pair of hands rising to squeeze his ass and urge him in and out. He starts slowly, not wanting to make him gag, but the feeling is so indescribably mind blowing that he quickly builds up pace, listening to Blaine breathing heavily through his nose as he moves one hand to his own dick and strokes.
"Yes, baby, that's it," Kurt encourages, "Touch yourself for me. Fuck...You take me so good. Shit. Want me to come?" he asks and looks down to see an almost implausible shake of Blaine's head.
"Not yet? Like having your face fucked huh? Are you a slut for my cock Blaine?"
"Mmm, mmm," comes the strangled response. Blaine can feel spit dribbling down his chin and onto his chest, his lips are stretched achingly wide, but it feels so good to have Kurt dominating him like this, using his hair as leverage to get off in his mouth. The thought that soon this will be his ass sends Blaine stuttering over the edge as he comes all over his hand with a muffled cry. His orgasm only makes Kurt thrust harder and deeper as he feels his own approaching.
"Fuck Blaine, yes...just...fuuuuck!" he cries as he pushes as deep as he can and spills into Blaine's mouth before pulling back slightly to allow him to swallow. Falling to the floor next to him, he watches as Blaine massages his aching jaw. "Did I hurt you baby?"
"No, nothing I didn't want to happen I promise." Blaine says with a sweet kiss to his cheek. "C'mere." Pulling him into his arms they settle onto the rug, Kurt wincing when he rolls onto a couple of chess pieces. They lie contentedly together, listening to the distant sound of the waves through the open window. Eventually, Blaine speaks.
"I want to do that to you someday."
"Ha! You'll be lucky. I don't relinquish control easily."
"Exactly."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means maybe you need to learn. You don't find it easy to trust people, to let others guide you. I want us to be able to give ourselves to each other completely."
Kurt sits then, pulling at a loose thread on the rug and avoiding eye contact. "I am trying, Blaine."
"I know you are," he says kindly, smoothing his hand along his back.
"I just...I don't think I've ever let someone in that much."
"Neither have I."
"Even this...between us...it's a lot for me."
"Because you don't trust me?"
"I do trust you!" Kurt counters quickly.
"But you still feel I betrayed you."
Pausing, Kurt chooses his words carefully before continuing. "No. I understand why you did what you did. Although it upsets me that you put yourself through all those years of denial and trying to be hetro just because you didn't think you would be accepted."
"What, then?"
"It's just...I know I'll never be enough for you," he says sadly.
"What? That's not true."
"It is Blaine. I know that no matter how hard I love you, no matter how much your brother and my family love you, it will never be enough. Because ultimately you still need their love to be complete."
"My parents?"
Kurt nods.
"Bullshit!" Blaine explodes, getting to his feet and pulling on his shorts. "I have you, I have all I've ever wanted. And I can't believe you're turning this into my issue! I only mentioned that you might like to try letting me be in control sometimes- and I was talking about the bedroom! My parents are nothing to do with me or my happiness."
"Oh they are Blaine," Kurt says softly, looking up to him with a gentle smile.
"They are not! Jeez, since I was born I've never been wanted by them, other than as a trophy to parade on certain occasions. What other three year olds do you know who get five thousand dollars in their trust fund for their birthday? They couldn't even be bothered to get the nanny to buy presents on their behalf. Don't fucking tell me I need them for my happiness because they have never made me happy at all!" he yells as he stomps up the stairs.
"Where are you going?"
"To bed," comes the gruff reply.
"Don't you dare walk away from me!" Kurt yells as he charges up the stairs and pulls back the covers. "I only meant that there's something missing from your life that I think will only come from them...and I hope you find it eventually I really do. In the meantime I'll still be here, loving you always." Finishing the sentence softly, Kurt perches warily on the edge of the bed and takes Blaine's hand uncertainly. "Please don't fight with me."
"You started it," he answers petulantly.
"Blaine, please. I saw how hurt you were that night in Monaco, the way they treated you was appalling and you were understandably upset. I'm not saying they make you happy, I'm saying that I hope one day they will, or you can find closure in some other way."
"Through being with you?"
"I'd like that...but I think it will be something more."
"You're wrong about one thing."
"What's that?"
"That night...I wasn't upset we'd seen them. Well, I was, but that's not why I cried."
"Oh?"
"I wanted to tell you, that night. I wanted to tell you that I loved you. I wanted it to be our first date and I had it all planned out in my head- I thought that in years to come we'd look back and say 'Oh do you remember that night in Monaco, when we first kissed...' I just...it was this little fantasy I'd cooked up and I wanted it to be perfect, and then it wasn't."
"Oh Blaine," Kurt sighs as he takes him in his arms. "It may not have happened how you wanted, but it did happen. And not every couple can say their first kiss was as magical as ours actually was."
Blaine offers him a small, trembling smile. "We still haven't had a proper date."
"There's time," Kurt smiles and kisses the tip of his nose before snuggling down in the bed. "I don't like it when you yell."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have pushed it."
"Yes, about your control issues..." Blaine laughs playfully and then kisses him until their worries fade away.
Their tensions are forgotten the next day, and when Kurt eventually arrives downstairs it is to find breakfast already laid out and a grinning Blaine, freshly showered after his morning swim, packing vast amounts of food into a picnic basket he's located.
"We can go as soon as you're ready," he says with a lingering kiss to his lips. "Everything's ready, you just need to bring yourself. And a suit."
"I need to wear a suit?"
"No, bring one in the car, we can change later."
"Why?"
"I'm not telling you."
Kurt opens his mouth to argue but Blaine walks away, refusing to be drawn on any details. The drive to La Rochelle passes quickly as they chat animatedly about how they want to spend the rest of their break, Blaine already lamenting the fact that he will have to return the car, and making Kurt laugh as he vows to buy one as soon as he's back in New York.
They stroll around the city hand in hand, and although there are perhaps a few more raised eyebrows than there would be in New York, neither cares as they are too wrapped up in each other. Taking a boat trip to nearby Fort Boyard, Blaine takes endless photos of Kurt staring out over the water, teasing that he's only interested in the architecture of his cheekbones. Dusk starts to fall as they wander around the harbor arm in arm and Blaine suggests they head back to the car to change.
"You gonna tell me what we're doing? Cause I don't change into suits in the back seats of cars for anyone y'know," Kurt teases.
"I'm taking you on a date."
"Did you ask?" Kurt huffs in mock annoyance, his eyes twinkling with delight.
"Kurt, would you please allow me the very great honor of taking you on a date this evening?"
"You know, that would have come over a whole lot better had you not been struggling to get your pants on," he laughs.
"It's a stupidly small car!"
"Shhh! She'll hear you!"
"Anyway," Blaine says, puffing slightly as he tucks his shirt in, "What's your answer?"
"Why Mr. Anderson, I'd love to." Batting his eyelashes, he dodges the poke to his ribs that Blaine is aiming at him and finishes dressing, the pair emerging a few minutes later and making themselves presentable. "Where are we going?" Kurt asks as they walk past the parade of restaurants and head to the harbor again.
"There's this little floating restaurant I've heard of, does the best seafood in the region apparently. Well, according to trip advisor anyway."
It turns out trip advisor is correct, and Blaine has to surreptitiously dig the heel of his palm into his crotch as Kurt full out moans when he tastes the lobster. The evening is perfect, the small boat is lit with strings of fairy lights which dance and shimmer on the water. Gazing at him adoringly, Kurt finds himself blinking back tears as he reaches for Blaine's hand.
"This has been perfect. In fact this whole trip has been perfect, but this is the best date I've ever been on."
"I'm glad." Blaine smiles back, "And yeah, it has been a pretty awesome trip. And we've still got Paris."
"We have."
The rest of their days at the house pass all too quickly. They hire Kayaks, much to Blaine's exhilaration, and spend an afternoon on the river- again Kurt marvels at how much he enjoys himself. Shopping and sightseeing are interspersed with lazy afternoons on the beach or in their pool as evenings are spent giving endless amounts of pleasure to one another. Blaine finds his sexual confidence growing, surprising Kurt when he hoists him onto the kitchen counter and blows him, a habit that is quickly becoming his favorite pastime. On their last night, Kurt stands at the still open glass doors, the warm evening air gently fanning his face as he looks at the moonlight. A strong pair of arms circle him from behind and he sighs deeply and leans back onto Blaine's shoulder.
"Swim with me." Blaine whispers in his ear.
"Now?"
"One more time. Come on. It'll be fun," he answers as he grabs two towels.
"I guess my strokes could use some work," Kurt says with an innocent shrug, and takes Blaine's hand as he leads them down the small path to the beach. "I thought you meant the pool."
"No," Blaine answers simply. "So..." Tugging Kurt towards him by his belt loops he kisses up his neck to his ear, "I don't think these are swimming shorts."
"They're...they're not," he gasps as Blaine unfastens them quickly and cups Kurt's balls, squeezing lightly.
"I think they should come off."
Kurt just nods and whimpers slightly as Blaine strips him before dropping his own shorts to the sand. Taking Kurt's hand he pulls him towards the water, walking in without hesitation, giving Kurt no option but to follow suit. He keeps going until the water comes up to his shoulders, and sensing Kurt's nerves he pulls him near.
"I've got you," he whispers, and lifts him easily and wraps his legs around his waist. Kurt immediately wraps his arms around Blaine's neck, arching towards him slightly as he feels the strong, reassuring touch from warm hands splayed on his back.
Inclining his head, Blaine kisses him slowly, teasing him with his tongue as he grazes over Kurt's lips but pushing no further, pulling back to kiss softly at Kurt's jaw, moving to his neck when he throws his head back. Kurt is hard already, and from the way he's pressed against him, he can feel Blaine growing too, making him growl low with desire as he feels Blaine biting into the soft flesh of his neck.
"Holy shit that's good," he moans as Blaine tilts his head up slightly for another kiss, those strong hands running up Kurt's spine and making him shiver. The kiss is raw this time, the teasing having given way to Blaine's full on passion as he runs his fingers through Kurt's damp hair and their tongues swirl together. Moving with the rhythm of the gentle waves, Blaine rubs his now hard cock against Kurt's as they claim each other in a series of never ending kisses.
"Shit Blaine, oh my God!" Kurt cries, digging his fingers sharply into his shoulders as they rub against one another.
Blaine is silent, his mouth busy trailing across Kurt's sharp collar bone, dipping his tongue into the hollow at the base of his throat, tasting the salt water and enjoying the way in which he cries out. Running one hand down over Kurt's smooth ass, he squeezes roughly, pulling him closer as they continue their slip slide rhythm together. He trails a finger along Kurt's crack, looking up at him for confirmation, eyes dark yet shining with the reflection of the moon.
"Yes," comes the whispered response to his questioning eyes, and Kurt bows his head onto Blaine's shoulder as he circles his entrance lightly. Swallowing over his nerves, Blaine pushes gently and is rewarded with a moan against his neck as he works one finger into Kurt's hole, revelling in the feeling of him clenching tightly around him. "Blaine..." is all Kurt can manage as he works himself up and down on his finger, and Blaine boldly adds another, guessing he's doing it right by the way in which Kurt keens and arches back slightly.
Kurt leans down again and kisses him, moaning into his mouth as a third finger is added and Blaine stretches him wide. He crooks his fingers, searching, hoping he's doing it right, and when Kurt yells a loud "Fuck!" he knows he's got there and he can feel Kurt's legs start to tremble around him.
"I...Blaine...I..."
"Yes, yes," Blaine murmurs into the crook of his neck as he continues to finger him and Kurt pushes against him harder, their cocks aligning perfectly and making Blaine gasp.
"Oh fuck!" Kurt cries as he comes with a yell, and Blaine follows, the feeling of Kurt's hole clenching around him as he orgasms proving too much and he grips him tightly as he shudders through it.
"Oh. My. God." Kurt says wearily as he toys with Blaine's curls. "Skinny dipping, frottage and fingering in the sea. First time for everything."
"A first time for all those things I should hope." Blaine says with a lazy smile, too blissed out to move or even think about unwrapping himself from Kurt.
"Nah, I've been out here every night while you've been sleeping," Kurt jokes and Blaine laughs as he wearily carries him into the shore. "Hey...Are you getting crows feet at last?" he asks as he tilts Blaine's face this way and that under the moonlight.
Blaine just beams at him. "Maybe someone's given me reason to smile."