Warning: Scenes of sexual nature.

No Man's Land

Blaine had to admit that Kurt's admission was less than comforting. Kurt was pacing back and forth, had been since he had claimed to know what was going on, and seemed content to ignore both Sam and Blaine's attempts at conversation. Not that Blaine could blame him, if this was hitting the fever pitch. Sam was doing something impressive with the laptops, most likely trying to figure out what it was that Kurt wasn't telling them, all the while casting surreptitious looks to Kurt.

"Amanda Rorp disappeared after her accusers were killed, but she disappeared on her own terms. That had nothing to do with me. The only thing I participated in was the killing of her accusers, per the request of the company they worked for. I met her once, through Theo. He was my safety mark, the person that I introduced myself to in order to get to the others."

Watching Kurt pace around the room while he tried to explain what was going on was making Blaine's head spin, making it hard for him to focus. Kurt's voice was also wavering, probably unable to fully comprehend the fact that this was hitting the boiling point. This is what it had been working towards the past few days.

"So you went through Theo to get to Amanda's manipulators. You did your job and you got out, why is he fucking with you now?" Kurt shook his head, staring at the wall as if he couldn't even see it.

"I don't know." Maybe it was the way he said it, or just the fact that he refused to meet their eyes, but Blaine had a feeling that Kurt was lying. A glance to Sam said that he looked to be agreeing, although he didn't say anything. If there was something that Kurt wasn't telling them, they would have to deal with it later. If it was important, he'd realize that he had to tell them.

"He said, in the last phone call, that if you figured out who he is, you'd know where to find him." Kurt turned to look at Sam as he spoke, nodding lightly as he did so.

"There was this strip of road, near an abandoned bus station, a few hours away from here. That's where I'd arranged the meet up with Theo in the first place. It's back in rotation now though, they fixed it up and has it up and running once again. It'll be there."

They seemed to spring into motion at the same time, with Sam shutting one of the laptops while Kurt went into his room, leaving Blaine to simply pace the room a bit. Sam stood up after a moment, hoisting his bag that Blaine hadn't even seen him pack anything into over his shoulder, and gave him a hard look before smiling lightly, the expression not making it to his eyes.

"I'm going to make myself scarce for two hours. We don't know what's going to happen next, so... take the time you have. I'll call before I show up." He grabbed Kurt's keys and snuck out through the living room door, the noise barely making it to Blaine's ears over the rushing that was there.

He wanted nothing more than to go into Kurt's bedroom and throw him down onto his bed, properly ravish him. As always, it boiled down to another time when they might not have another chance to do this. But that was exactly why he didn't want to do it. It was too much, too much pressure. He loved Kurt- had finally admitted it to himself and was ready to admit it to Kurt- but there was still a lot left on the sidelines. They hadn't had sex yet, not really. It was the one thing that they both seemed to be making a conscience decision to hold off on.

But with everything going on, he was actually very okay with not holding off on it anymore.

As he slipped into Kurt's room, he saw the other man kneeling with his fingers pressed into his eye sockets, his bag on the bed and spread open. There were a few weapons on top of the clothes, undoubtedly with more underneath. Shutting the door behind him, although Sam was gone and therefore he didn't need to, Blaine tried to calm himself down. Kurt might not even want to have sex, least of all right now.

He sat on the bed, pushing Kurt's bag away, and taking Kurt's hand in his, pulling it away from his face.

"You need to stop letting this weigh on you Kurt. I know that you take it all onto yourself and while I appreciate the sentiment, you have to realize that this isn't just going to go away by burying yourself in guilt. Whatever is going on, we're going to figure it out together. I promise." Kurt sighed, pushing himself onto the bed and not even wincing when it caused his bag to fall onto the floor. He simply pushed and pulled until the two of them were sprawled side by side on the bed, with Kurt facing Blaine a little, trailing his fingers over Blaine's stomach.

"I don't know if I could have gone through this without you Blaine." With Kurt's fingers tickling his stomach, Blaine couldn't help the shakey laugh that he let out at that.

"I don't know about that, you did pretty well before I came along." It might have been the wrong thing to say, by the reaction that Kurt gave. After a moment though, he shook it off and smiled, his eyes darting to the door before he leaned up to press his lips to Blaine's.

Blaine took the moment to roll over onto Kurt, pressing his weight against him, pressing him into the bed. He smoothed his hand up Kurt's side, tucking it under his neck to angle his head so that he could deepen the kiss. It was every bit as casual as the kiss from the bungalow had been, but Blaine didn't want to waste the time. They had two hours without any interruptions, he wanted to make the best of them.

As he moved to cover Kurt completely, slotting their hips together and having to pull his mouth away when their erections brushed, biting his lip to keep his groan in. Kurt was already panting beneath him, struggling to keep his hips still against Blaine's.

"We can't... oh fuck... we can't... Sam is-" Blaine bent down once more, quieting Kurt with a harsh press of lips, nipping at his bottom lip as he did so.

"Sam is making himself scarce. We have two hours." Kurt's eyes widened and Blaine quickly opened his mouth, to reassure Kurt that he wasn't expecting anything and fuck this might have been a bad idea, but Kurt surged up, freeing the hand that had been stuck between them to tangle in Blaine's curls.

"Fuck. Yes." His words were panted against Blaine's mouth, who took that to be the best of encouragement to reach down and angle Kurt's hip, fisting in the material of his jeans as much as he could so that they could feel every inch of each other.

It became a game of "will they or won't they" as they took turns skimming their fingers over the vital areas, Blaine shamelessly rubbing himself against Kurt as much as he could in their position. It wasn't until Kurt started to struggle underneath Blaine to get his shirt off that he'd admit that something, maybe not everything, was going to happen. They were not going to waste time, not in the least.

Even though he had more important things in mind, like getting Kurt and his own pants off, he couldn't help but bend his head and bite down on the skin that Kurt revealed by pulling his shirt off. He kissed the marks when he pulled away, feeling a little brazen, before sliding down Kurt's body to fumble with the buttons and zipper of his pants. Before he could do anything about Kurt's newly nude status, throwing his pants and boxers off of the bed, Kurt flipped them so that he had pinned Blaine down, running his tongue over Blaine's lips before shredding him of his clothes, with a lot less grace than Blaine had done for Kurt.

Blaine's hands automatically went to Kurt's hair as he lowered his head to his groin, pressing a few light kisses to the head of his cock before taking it into his mouth. He kept running his fingers through Kurt's hair, grasping it tightly at the nape and then releasing it after a second, biting his bottom lip in order to keep his moans from getting louder. Kurt had mentioned that he enjoyed listening to Blaine's sounds but that he liked it when Blaine tried to keep them back, so that Kurt could see how long it took him to get Blaine to break.

"Fuck, Kurt... close. So close." Kurt nodded, a feat with Blaine's dick in his mouth, before sliding a finger into his mouth along with Blaine, pressing along the length while getting the digit slick. Once he was satisfied, he withdrew it and nudged Blaine's legs further apart, using the finger to tease his entrance before pushing it in to the first knuckle. Blaine wasn't sure if he should thrust back onto the finger or forward into the wet heat of Kurt's mouth, so he did both, groans and curses slipping from his mouth as every time he thrust backwards, the finger slipped more in until Blaine could feel Kurt's palm pressed against the curve of his ass.

"More. God more please." Kurt stilled, eyeing Blaine for a brief moment before pulling off of and out of Blaine- neither were going to admit the sound that Blaine made at the loss- before rummaging around in his nightstand. He pulled the lube out, with a short sleeve of condoms with it, and kneeled beside of Blaine in silence for a moment.

"I'm only going to ask this once. Are you sure?" The tilt of his head, the way his fingers were rubbing lightly on Blaine's thigh, told Blaine that if he said no, they wouldn't. He nodded, leaning up to capture Kurt's mouth and position them so that Kurt was leaning against the headboard and Blaine was straddling his legs, their cocks rubbing between them.

"I need you in me and soon." Kurt laughed, tinged with a little too much nerves, before uncapping the lube and getting his first two fingers slicked up, letting Blaine's hand guide him under him to his hole. The angle was going to be awkward, but it would do.

Slipping both of them in at once was probably a bad decision, but Blaine couldn't bring himself to complain. Once they were in there, Blaine was finding it hard to do more than moan and roll his hips, trying to take more of them. Every once and a while, Kurt would place his free hand on Blaine's hip to still him, before letting him continue his movements. It didn't hurt that Blaine was swearing up a storm.

"Kurt, I understand the importance of foreplay, but this is ridiculous." Without breaking stride, Kurt laughed, twisting his fingers at just the right angle to hit Blaine's prostate, making the older man groan and push down even more onto the fingers.

"Just want you completely ready for me." He opened his fingers, stretching Blaine, who was back to biting his lip and trying to get more out of the feeling.

"I know it's been a while since I've done this, but I can handle it." Blaine gasped as Kurt pushed his fingers tight against Blaine's prostate, having him writhing on top of him for a moment before resuming the thrusting. After a moment, he pulled his hand out of Blaine, kissing his jaw and neck to keep him from complaining, and quickly coated up three fingers this time.

"What, it's been a while since you've done this?" At this, he quickly thrust in the first two fingers and gave a few quick openings and closings before adding the third finger.

"No, not. This. Jesus Christ, would you please keep moving? Fuck. I meant sex. I do this often enough... fuck, yes, there." There was no wiping Kurt's smile from his face, not that Blaine really wanted to, but he was seconds from begging like a dying man and he didn't even give a shit.

Kurt's voice dropped into the scratchy cadence it usually took during sex.

"When was the last time?" Blaine groaned, remembering that voice from various phone sex escapades since he left Ohio the first time to go back to New York. He wouldn't put it past Kurt to make him detail his last time fingering himself.

When Blaine opened his mouth to answer, Kurt twisted the fingers inside of him to rub against Blaine's prostate again and his words trailed off before he remembered what he had been saying.

"Nnngh, the night before Sam showed up in New York." Kurt nodded, keeping up the slow thrust with his fingers while leaning up, capturing Blaine's mouth with his and matching the thrust of his fingers with his tongue.

Properly distracted, Blaine didn't understand what Kurt was doing with his hand until he felt the cool substance on his finger. Kurt had used his free hand to smear some of the lube onto Blaine's pointer finger. When Blaine moved it down, thinking Kurt wanted the same thing, Kurt made a noise in the back of his throat and moved their hands to where Kurt's fingers had stilled inside of Blaine. The mere thought made him harder than before, precome leaking from the tip. It occured to him then that he hadn't even touched himself or Kurt since this has begun.

While Blaine let Kurt guide his finger alongside his three, wincing a little at the stretch but then groaning into the pleasure that came with it, he wrapped his freehand around their cocks between them and gave them a few cursory pumps. His finger kept getting curled up with Kurt's, who was dictating the speed to match Blaine's hand on the cocks, and it was almost too much.

"Fuck, I'm ready, come on." Placing a few open mouth kisses to his neck, Kurt pulled his fingers out, while Blaine kept his finger in and thrusting, so that he could slide the condom up, dripping a generous amount of lube onto it. He didn't want this to be interrupted by anything, but especially not discomfort. Hands on Blaine's hips, he pulled him forward and then let Blaine do the rest. He lowered himself until Kurt's tip entered him, breathing through it as he slid down inch by inch, mouth moving in soundless words.

Once he was fully seated on Kurt, he put a steadying hand on Kurt's stomach. It wouldn't take long for the burn to subside, but he waited with eyes closed, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. He didn't open his eyes until Kurt's hands framed his face, pulling him forward for a kiss.

"You have no idea how gorgeous you look like this." It was all the encouragement that Blaine needed, rolling his hips experimentally before deciding that yes, he was ready. He lifted himself slowly, forcing himself down hard. Once he set up the rhythm, he pulled at Kurt's hips, trying to get him to move.

With Kurt meeting him on the downwards thrust, moving forward to capture Blaine's mouth in something that resembled kissing, Blaine was pretty sure that he wasn't going to last long. He could feel his heartbeat throbbing in his head, his fingers digging into Kurt's ribs and bicep, while Kurt had one hand on Blaine's hip and the other stroking his cock.

Kurt nodded, even though nothing had been said, before pulling out and flipping them over once again. Once Blaine was on his back, Kurt moved down to lift his leg onto his hip before guiding himself back into him. Pressing a kiss to Blaine's shoulder, he started to move, guiding Blaine's other leg onto his hips and letting them cross behind his back as he thrust in hard.

There was a lot of noise, the bed groaning under their minstrations and their collected groans and curses, but Blaine could still only really hear his heart pounding in his head. His mouth fell open, the words pouring out of his mouth while he grappled at Kurt's back and neck, trying to pull him closer.

"I love you, I love you, god Kurt I love you, fuck I love you." It became a chant, the only thing keeping him grounded as he pushed his body against Kurt's. It seemed to push Kurt over, groaning through his orgasm as he continued to stroke Blaine's cock until Blaine followed.

They stayed like that for a minute, chest to chest with Kurt still buried inside of Blaine, pressing kisses to each other's faces and necks and shoulders.

"Did you mean it?" Blaine looked up, eyes a little hazy but a slow smile on his lips even so.

"Yes, I did. Have for a while, to be honest. If that's okay with you?" Kurt nodded, hiding a smile by pressing his mouth to Blaine's neck.

"I'm not ready to say it myself, but I feel it. And if you perhaps want to say it a hundred times a day, I definitely wouldn't mind." Blaine laughed, wrapping his arms tightly around Kurt and pressing a kiss to the top of his head, which was the only part of him he could reach.

After they were done with their post-coital cuddling, which was definitely what they were doing, they moved to the shower to clean each other off. Kurt was cheeky enough to push his fingers back inside of Blaine, on the pretense of cleaning him out, but made no pretense of what his true intentions were afterwards. He rubbed against the bundle of nerves inside of Blaine, watching with awe as Blaine's cock grew hard and blood red again as he worked him towards a second climax.

"You're a fucking tease." Blaine knew that Kurt was grinning, even though he was having trouble making his eyes focus, and it was confirmed as Kurt laughed.

"I'm not teasing you in the least Blaine. I fully intend on letting... no, making... you come." Blaine groaned loudly, letting his head thunk against the wall of the shower. Kurt was moving his fingers slowly, still rubbing that bundle of nerves, and every time that Blaine reached for his cock, Kurt would push his hand away.

"Nuh-uh, you're going to come just from my fingers inside of you." The thought alone was enough to make Blaine come, but the feeling of Kurt's fingers there, the authority in Kurt's voice that he rarely used with Blaine, had Blaine coming quickly.

When he opened his eyes, Kurt was smiling lazily as his hand stroked over his own cock. Blaine shook his head, turning them so that Kurt was pressed with his back against the shower wall and bent down, swallowing Kurt in one quick motion. It was less about technique and more about the final goal, reaching one hand up to roll both of Kurt's balls while he swallowed him down. Kurt was panting, trying to edge himself further into Blaine's mouth, and although Blaine wasn't about to try to deep throat him in the shower, he took him as far as he could before pulling back, hollowing his cheeks as he got to the tip and sucking hard, flicking his tongue over the head and then tonguing lightly into the slit.

Kurt groaned out a warning but it came a second too late, as he was already shooting down Blaine's throat. Not that Blaine minded, simply swallowing against him and using his hand to coax the rest of it out of him.

When they were finished, actually working on getting clean this time, they moved back into the bedroom and Kurt looked at the disaster that was the bed and the mess on the floor. Their previous clothes mixed with the clothes from his bag, a gun having skidded out and pressed against the closet door.

"It's going to get ugly out there Blaine. Not to mention the fact that Drake is still on the loose." Blaine nodded, turning to face the gun on the floor, that hollow feeling back in his stomach. He was going to have to face that feeling sometime soon.

"I'm sticking by you Kurt, to whatever end. You know that right? You're not getting rid of me or Sam." Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's stomach, leaning down so that he could press his forehead into the space between his shoulder blades.

"I don't want to get rid of either of you."

The way he said it made Blaine believe Kurt wasn't just talking about them standing next to him, made him think he was talking about something else, but before Blaine could ask, they heard the front door slam open. Kurt bent down to grab the forgotten gun, clutching the towel around his waist as he rose it to the door, lowering it in a split second when Sam called that it was him. The clock on the wall said it had just been a little over an hour, but the look on Sam's face when he burst into the bedroom was telling.

"You two... you'd better come see this." Blaine glanced at Kurt for a brief second before the two of them started to get dressed. It was starting.

A/N: Hi, yes, I know, I'm horrible for not updating sooner. I repay you with (hopefully quality but I'm not sure) smut.

It's about to pick up again. Next chapter has a lot going on, so please pay attention to the chapter warning in the beginning of the next one? Thank you.

And thank you to everyone finding me on Tumblr. You are all very sweet. I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting.

I'll also be posting my side project (Genie!Klaine titled Not Every Wish Can Be) on here. It's four chapters long and I will post them one per day for four days.

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