Sorry for the small delay, but I'm pretty sure this chapter will make up for it ;) and it's the longest one so far!
Kurt spent the day hanging out with Burt and Carole in the house, telling them about his life in New York and about his job, and it wasn't until dinner when he decided to just tell them that he was going out. It was ridiculous, he was an adult, for god's sake, yet he still felt as nervous as he felt when he was sixteen and wanted to ask for permission to stay out past his curfew.
"So, I met a friend of mine today when I was leaving the cemetery." Kurt started conversationally. "And we thought it would be nice to catch up so we're going out tonight."
"Oh, that's amazing." Carole said with a warm smile. "Anyone we know?"
"Actually, no." Kurt replied, bracing himself, hoping to sound as convincing as he could. "We actually met in New York, but he's from Westerville. And we haven't seen each other in ages, so it's such a coincidence we bumped into each other here, out of all places."
"So where are you guys going?" Burt asked, watching Kurt with a smile and this glint in his eyes that made Kurt want to shrink and disappear from the room.
"We're going to grab a drink or two." Kurt replied, forcing himself to calm down and sound completely normal. "I don't know what time I'm going to be home, I might just crash at his place if it gets too late."
"We won't wait up then." Carole said and Kurt could have sworn she winked at his father, but it happened so quickly that he couldn't be sure. Gathering the empty plates from the table, she stood up, going to the kitchen, leaving Kurt and Burt alone in the room.
"Who is this guy?" Burt asked curiously. "I don't think you've mentioned a friend from Ohio before."
"Oh, he's just a friend of a friend that I met a while ago." Kurt shrugged, but panicking internally, he really didn't think he would have to answer that many questions and he wasn't sure if he was up to the challenge. "His name is B.. Brian. He works in a… bank. He works in a bank." He said, knowing that his voice was getting higher, like it always did when he got nervous, he could only hope his dad wouldn't notice. God, he had interrogated so many criminals and had been in danger so many times in his life, but yet here he was, almost dying from stress while talking to his own father.
"That's great." Burt simply replied. "I hope you have fun, kid."
"Thanks, dad." Kurt replied in a strained voice and excused himself to the bathroom, leaving the room as quickly as he could without it being too suspicious.
When he was gone, Burt grinned, not able to hide his amusement anymore. He knew his son better than anyone, and it would be obvious to anyone that that Brian guy was clearly way more than just a friend. Burt could only hope that maybe this one would stick around longer, long enough for Burt to actually meet him since it had been ages since Kurt had any kind of serious relationship. Joining Carole in the kitchen, Burt realized that he had never seen his son so… nervous while talking about someone. No matter how well Kurt thought he could hide it, Burt had raised him, he could tell when Kurt wasn't entirely honest with him and he briefly wondered why he was being so secretive in the first place, but he quickly shrugged it off. When he was ready, Kurt would tell him, there was no point in pressuring him now, Burt knew it was the best way to scare Kurt away and to make him build up his walls, so he would just wait patiently, hoping this guy, whoever he was, would make Kurt's life at least a little brighter.
Getting out of the house, Kurt was fully aware of the amused glances his father kept shooting in his way, but he decided not to worry about it, figuring his dad just thought he was being funny. Entering the address Blaine texted him into the navigator, Kurt started driving, surprised that Blaine's apartment wasn't actually so far from his parents' house and he wondered how long he had it. Maybe he just rented it while he was in Ohio.
After Blaine let him into the building, Kurt decided to take the stairs to the second floor and right before he was about to ring the doorbell, the door opened, revealing Blaine, smiling widely at him. Kurt's breath was momentarily knocked out of him because Blaine looked incredible, his hair was perfectly gelled and he had clearly shaved since he saw him earlier today. He was wearing a simple white shirt, with a few first buttons open and with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and Kurt briefly thought to forget about the food and have Blaine for dinner instead, but he quickly dismissed the thought, knowing they had all night; there was no rush at all.
"Come in." Blaine said, opening the door wider, stepping aside and taking Kurt's coat when he entered the apartment. Before Kurt had time to say anything, Blaine's lips were on his and he was being pushed against the wall in the hall. Gasping in surprise, he kissed back, their lips moving slowly and fitting together perfectly as Blaine settled his hands on Kurt's waist and Kurt gripped Blaine's shoulders tightly. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but eventually Blaine pulled away, ending the kiss with a nip on Kurt's bottom lip. "Hi." He muttered, his voice low and raspy, sending shivers down Kurt's spine.
"Hi." Kurt replied breathlessly, sliding his hands down to rest against Blaine's chest.
Smiling and pecking him one last time, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands and led him to the kitchen. "Food is almost ready. How do you feel about Italian?" He asked, walking up to the stove to check up on their meal.
"Oh, I love everything Italian." Kurt grinned, stepping closer, pressing himself against Blaine's back and wrapping his arms around his waist, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. "Language, food, men…" He licked Blaine's lobe before biting it teasingly, moving his lips lower when Blaine bent his neck to give him more access, leaving a trail of kisses on his skin, sucking on a spot above the collar of his shirt.
"If you keep doing this, we'll never make it to the dinner part." Blaine gasped, letting out a groan when Kurt bit down on his skin, not that hard, but enough to send spikes of pleasure and arousal rushing through his body.
"I'd be lying if I said that thought didn't cross my mind." Kurt muttered against his skin. "Having you for dinner instead…" He whispered, sliding his hand down to palm Blaine's cock through his pants, smirking when he felt it was already half-hard. Moving his hand up, he expertly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning his pants and sliding his hand into Blaine's boxer briefs, wrapping his hand loosely around his cock, stroking him slowly, making Blaine moan loudly. "Why don't you turn the stove off for a minute?" The moment Blaine obliged, Kurt removed his hand from his cock, eliciting a whine of protest from Blaine. Smirking, he turned Blaine around; pushing his pants and underwear down, he swiftly sank down to his knees, taking the head of Blaine's cock into his mouth without warning, making Blaine gasp loudly. Sucking on the tip, Kurt wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, stroking it a couple of times before taking him in deeper, running his tongue along the shaft, settling his hands on Blaine's hips as he started bobbing his head faster, relaxing his throat and taking Blaine's cock almost entirely in, swallowing around him.
"Kurt…" Blaine panted, gripping the counter with his one hand, placing the other one on the back of Kurt's neck. "I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that."
Kurt's only response was to suck harder, moving his hands from Blaine's hips to lean them against the cabinets on both sides of Blaine's legs, breathing through his nose as Blaine started to gently thrust forward and hold Kurt in place using the hand on his neck, effectively fucking his mouth, hitting the back of Kurt' throat with every thrust of his hips. His eyes watering, Kurt groaned around Blaine's cock and the vibrations made Blaine thrust deeper, almost choking Kurt, but he forced his throat to relax, swirling his tongue around Blaine's length, feeling Blaine tighten his grip on the back of his neck and that was the only warning he got before Blaine came with a loud moan, the cum filling Kurt's mouth as he swallowed it all, slowly releasing Blaine's soft cock from his mouth with a soft pop, smirking when Blaine sagged against the counter, breathing harshly with his eyes closed. Standing up, Kurt pulled Blaine's underwear and pants up, pressing himself against him and kissing him deeply, Blaine groaning as he tasted himself in Kurt's mouth.
Buttoning Blaine's pants, Kurt broke the kiss, smirking when Blaine opened his eyes. "Let's think of that as an appetizer." Kurt said, licking his lips and Blaine let out a strangled laugh.
"You're going to be the death of me tonight." Blaine muttered with a grin, turning the stove back on and heating up their food. "And I can't wait." He added, eyeing Kurt lustfully. "But let's eat first, unlike you, I didn't have a chance to grab a snack."
Putting the food onto the plates, Blaine led Kurt to the living room where the table was set, a bottle of red wine and two empty glasses waiting for them. Sitting down, Kurt grabbed his fork, taking a bite of the food and he wasn't able to stop from moaning. "Okay, I believe you." He said, making Blaine smirk triumphantly. "You really are an excellent cook."
"I'm glad you agree. So, what did you tell your family?" Blaine asked, arching his eyebrow.
"I told them I ran into an old friend and that we're going out for drinks tonight." Kurt replied with a shrug. "And I told them that I might crash at his place if we lose track of time." He added when Blaine kept looking at him meaningfully.
"And they bought it?"
"I guess." Kurt replied slowly. "My dad kept shooting me those weird, amused glances, but he was just messing with me, I'm sure."
"Or he knows exactly what kind of friend you're meeting with." Blaine said with a grin. "The friends that occasionally sleep together kind." He continued, chuckling when Kurt's eyes widened in horror.
"If that's true, I'm never going to hear the end of it." He muttered, rolling his eyes and taking a sip of his wine. "But let's not talk about my father anymore." He said, arching his eyebrow.
"As you wish." Blaine replied. "But you look like you're curious about something, so ask away."
"There's just something that has been bugging me since the moment I left the cemetery." Kurt started and seeing Blaine's expression didn't change to a sad one, he kept going. "Since you're from Westerville, I was wondering why your grandfather is buried here, in Lima, and not over there."
"That's what he wanted." Blaine replied. "One of his wishes was to be buried in Lima and not in the family tomb in Westerville. He told me he didn't want to have anything to do with them after they chose not to accept who I was."
"Wow." Kurt said, not knowing what else to say. "That's very… I'm glad you had someone like that. Even if it was only for a little while."
"Thank you." Blaine replied softly. "Thanks to that I have no reasons to go back to Westerville and for that I couldn't be more grateful."
"I'm sorry I brought it up." Kurt said, looking at him apologetically, but Blaine shook his head with a smile on his face.
"Don't be, I don't mind." He replied. "I like talking about my grandfather, even though I sometimes feel like I'm disappointing him every minute of my life."
"How so?" Kurt asked carefully, not sure if that was something Blaine would want to talk about, but apparently, he seemed eager to get it off his chest.
"My line of work is not the most noble, as you know." Blaine replied with a shrug. "And I'm pretty sure that's not what he wanted his grandson to do."
"Can I ask you something?" Kurt asked hesitantly.
"You already did." Blaine teased with a grin. "But sure, shoot."
"Why did you start robbing banks?" Kurt asked, hoping to finally get the answer to something he had been engrossed to for such a long time.
Taking a big sip of wine and emptying his glass, Blaine stood up, grabbing the bottle and his glass, and gesturing at the couch with a questioning expression on his face. Nodding, Kurt got up from his seat, taking his glass and following Blaine to the couch, sitting down and making himself comfortable next to him. Sighing, Blaine leaned his head back, closing his eyes as if he tried to collect his thoughts.
"When I was in high school, I wasn't a good kid." He started, picking his words carefully. "I don't mean wearing a leather jacket, riding a bike or smoking under the bleachers, but I was cocky and selfish. But I always managed to fool everyone with my charm, making them think that I was such a wonderful young man." Pausing, Blaine grabbed the bottle of wine, filling up his and Kurt's glasses. "All of that made me so full of myself; it made me think that I'm so much better than all of them, so much smarter and more intelligent. So, the first time I robbed a bank, after I graduated high school, it was just to see if I could do it. I was so young and foolish, I didn't even think about the consequences and what could have happened if I got caught."
"But you didn't." Kurt said quietly.
"No, I didn't." Blaine admitted. "And it only made me feel more confident and untouchable. The adrenaline and that rush I felt when I was walking out of that bank with the money in my hand… My younger self loved it. And it wasn't long before I hit again. And again." Sighing again, Blaine fell silent and Kurt studied him carefully, noticing something he definitely didn't expect to see in his eyes and in the features of his face. Regret.
"It took a few years before I realized that maybe that was not the way to spend the rest of my life, robbing banks and constantly running from the police and the FBI. But by then, I felt like it was too late, it wasn't like I had any future left, not with every law enforcement looking for me." Blaine continued after a moment, smiling bitterly. "I grew up, I realized that I had changed. I wasn't that arrogant, selfish prick anymore. I was a man that knew that he screwed up his life royally. But I didn't know what else to do, stealing and robbing banks was something I knew how to do, something I was excellent at. There was no chance for me to, I don't know, go to college or get a normal job. So I kept doing what I was good at." Blaine said, his eyes so sad that Kurt wanted nothing more than to wrap him in his arms and never let him go. "Until that one day when my recklessness cost me my freedom. And you know the rest of the story." He finished, looking at Kurt with a smile, but Kurt didn't miss how it didn't reach his eyes, seeing the real pain hiding behind it.
Taking the glass out of Blaine's hand, he set both of their glasses on the coffee table before moving closer on the couch, pausing for a few second and when Blaine gave him a little nod, he pressed their lips together. Framing his face with his hands, Kurt kissed him slowly and gently, uncertain what exactly he was trying to say, but he knew he couldn't stand Blaine's suffering and the self-loathing in his voice any longer. Wanting to make himself more comfortable, he moved onto Blaine's lap, straddling him and pushing his head backwards to kiss him deeper, smiling into the kiss when Blaine wrapped his arms around him to keep him close. As their lips moved slowly together, Kurt mapped the inside of Blaine's mouth with his tongue, closing his eyes and getting lost in kissing Blaine, feeling his warm hands on his waist through the material of his shirt, wishing he could stop time and stay like this forever. Eventually, feeling his lungs start to protest, he broke the kiss, gasping for air and immediately moving his mouth lower, running his teeth against Blaine's skin and sucking on a spot below his ear, eliciting a deep groan from Blaine that went straight to his cock. He could feel Blaine tug his shirt out of his pants and he gasped when Blaine slid his hands under, pressing them against his skin. As Blaine bent his head back further, baring his neck, Kurt moved his mouth to his throat, enjoying how the skin rumbled under his lips every time Blaine let out a moan, tightening his grip he had on Kurt hips. Resting his hands on Blaine's chest, Kurt slowly ran them down, rubbing his nipples through the shirt, making Blaine gasp loudly, his hips bucking up and Kurt groaned against his skin when their cocks rubbed together, rolling his hips down and kissing Blaine again, this time a bit harder, biting down on his bottom lip and wrapping his arms around his neck when Blaine sat up straighter, circling Kurt's waist with his arms to press them even closer, leaving no space between their bodies as they kissed passionately and Kurt grinded against Blaine, not able to stop his hips from moving, desperately seeking some friction. Moaning into the kiss, Blaine nipped Kurt's lip in return before pulling away, panting harshly, his eyes wide and blown with lust.
"As much as I want to just stay on this couch…" Blaine muttered, his breath ghosting Kurt's lips. "How about we move this to the bedroom?"
Nodding, Kurt kissed Blaine again, short and sweet this time before sliding from his lap and standing up, and Blaine's eyes followed him, focusing on the bulge in his pants, his cock straining against the material and his mouth watered at the sight and he jumped off the couch, grabbing Kurt's hand and leading him to the bedroom. When they reached the room, Blaine's belt was already open and Kurt was expertly unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, letting go of Blaine's hand to take it off, quickly taking off his own pants and underwear, Blaine following not far behind. When they were both naked, Blaine grabbed Kurt's shoulders, pushing him down on the bed, immediately crawling on top of him, both men groaning when their bodies collided, their cocks brushing up against each other without the material of their pants between them. Crashing their lips together, Blaine gasped in surprise when suddenly, Kurt wrapped his one leg around his hip, swiftly rolling them over and pining him to the mattress, smirking as he rolled down his hips harder and Blaine moaned brokenly.
"Tell me, Blaine." Kurt purred into his ear, licking his lobe teasingly while shallowly thrusting against him. "How do you feel about being fucked?"
"By you?" Blaine gasped, thrusting up, resting his hands on Kurt's ass to keep him in place as he tried to grind against him. "I've dreamed about it since that night in Los Angeles."
Smirking against his skin, Kurt moved, slowly making his way down and leaving a trail of wet kisses on Blaine's chest and abdomen, running his hands down his body and feeling his muscles trembling underneath him. "Then let me make your dreams come true." Kurt muttered against his hip, grabbing the bottle of lube lying on a bed, not even caring when the hell it got there. Pouring lube in his fingers, he tried warming it up a little before sliding his hand down to rub against Blaine's hole, Blaine spreading his legs wider to give him better access. Slowly, not wanting to hurt him, Kurt pushed one finger in and Blaine gasped at the intrusion, breathing through his nose and forcing his body to relax. Seeing him nod, Kurt pushed the finger in deeper, starting to push it back and forth, not able to tear his eyes from Blaine's face, twisted in pleasure as he panted harshly, his eyes closed, whining impatiently for Kurt to do something. Bending down, Kurt licked Blaine's cock, from the base to the tip, and when Blaine groaned, his hips bucking up, Kurt added a second finger, pushing them deeper, stretching Blaine as he moaned in pleasure.
"Oh, god." Blaine gasped when Kurt scissored his fingers, thrusting them in and out and Blaine rolled down his hips, trying to fuck himself on his fingers.
"I'm flattered." Kurt grinned, inserting the third fingers and picking up the pace, relishing how Blaine trashed underneath him, coming completely undone. "But you can just call me Kurt."
"Haha, very funny." Blaine grit out, somehow managing to roll his eyes sarcastically before whining in protest when Kurt removed his fingers, arching his eyebrow, leaving him empty and desperate for more. "No, no, please, come back."
"In a minute." Kurt replied teasingly, blowing air on Blaine's hard cock, thick and already covered with pre-cum at the tip.
"You're a cruel man." Blaine breathed out, reaching with his hand to stroke himself a few times, only for Kurt to swat his hand away.
"So impatient." The agent smirked, rolling the condom on and coating himself in lube, stroking his own cock and staring at Blaine challengingly with a raised eyebrow. Groaning at Blaine's lustful gaze, he decided not to draw it out any longer and positioned himself between Blaine's spread legs, guiding his cock with his hand until its tip was pressed against Blaine's hole. "Is that okay?"
"Yeah, I want to see you." Blaine muttered, looking into Kurt's eyes, wide and so much darker than usually. Nodding, Kurt slowly started to push in, bracing himself on his hands placed on both sides of Blaine's head, going slowly and stilling when he bottomed out, breathing through his nose, overwhelmed by how hot and tight Blaine was around his cock. "You can… you can move." Blaine stuttered out about a minute later, wrapping his legs around Kurt's waist and tightly gripping his shoulders.
Not needing to be told twice, Kurt started to thrust his hips, shallowly at first, eventually picking up the pace, building a steady rhythm, pushing in and out of Blaine, groaning at how good it felt. Glancing down at Blaine, Kurt was struck by how unguarded he looked, his head thrown back in pleasure, his hair breaking out from under the gel and his eyes wild as he panted, moaning while Kurt thrusted into him, moving his hips up to meet Kurt's thrust and make him fuck him even deeper. Kurt could feel Blaine scratching down on his back and he knew he was leaving marks and, for some reason, it made him feel heat and want spread through his entire body. Growling, he shifted a bit, changing the angle as he drove into Blaine harder, making him scream out in ecstasy, slamming his hips forward and fucking him faster and rougher. "Fuck, Blaine." He moaned, pounding into him mercilessly, gripping the sheets tightly with his hands, not slowing down his movements when suddenly Blaine's hand grabbed him by the back of his neck and yanked him down, crashing their lips together. Kissing him passionately, Kurt lowered himself so he was leaning on his forearms, still fucking Blaine roughly, his cock sliding in and out of him at a murderous pace, Blaine thrusting up feverishly, with his arms wrapped around Kurt's neck to keep him close.
Panting into Blaine's mouth, Kurt moaned loudly, his moans swallowed into the kiss, as he felt himself getting close to the climax, whining when Blaine bit down on his bottom lip, hard; and a couple of hard and deep thrusts later, Kurt let out a loud scream, burrowing his face in the crook of Blaine's neck, biting down on his skin as he came, his cock throbbing and pulsing as his cum filled up the condom. Seeing white for a few seconds, Kurt kept thrusting into Blaine, riding on his high and suddenly, he felt Blaine clench around him, yelling out in pleasure, the cum spurting from his cock trapped between their sweaty bodies, covering both of their chest. Fucking Blaine through his orgasm, Kurt gradually slowed down, stilling his hips and he collapsed on top of Blaine, wincing at the cum covering him, but too spent to care about that. Breathing harshly against Blaine's skin, he couldn't help but smile when Blaine's arms tightened around him, gently rolling them on their sides, and Kurt slowly pulled out, making Blaine hiss, and he took off the condom, tying it and throwing it, hopefully, into the bin standing next to Blaine's bed.
"You, Kurt Hummel, are incredible." Blaine said quietly with a soft smile, the tone of his voice low and warm. "And I'm pretty sure I won't be able to move tomorrow."
"I'm sorry." Kurt replied with a grin and his eyes twinkling with amusement, making it obvious he was anything but.
"No, you're not." Blaine grinned back, leaning closer and softly pressing his lips against Kurt's. "And I love it." He muttered, running his hand down Kurt's spine, making his body shiver.
"You want to go again?" Kurt arched his eyebrow, a smirk ghosting on his face.
"As much as I want to, I don't think I can right now." Blaine laughed, kissing Kurt again, both men unable to stop smiling. "But the night is still young; it's not even ten yet."
"So, what do you propose?" Kurt asked, shifting and immediately wincing at the dried cum covering his chest.
"Shower?" Blaine grinned, seeing the expression on Kurt's face. "And then I can lend you some comfy clothes and we can just hang out, maybe watch something. And then…" Blaine trailed off, smirking wolfishly, moving closer and rolling Kurt onto his back, rolling on top of him and looking down at him. "Round two." Blaine said, kissing Kurt shortly. "And three." He muttered, kissing him again.
Smiling into the kiss, Kurt couldn't help but laugh and he couldn't remember the last time he felt this happy. "I'm in."
Eventually, they managed to scramble out of the bed and into the bathroom, stepping into the shower cabin together. Washing the dried cum and sweat off their bodies. Kurt also forced Blaine to wash the gel out of his hair, offering to do it himself, laughing when Blaine purred like a cat when Kurt scratched his scalp as he tried to get rid of the gel. When they got out of the shower, they wrapped themselves in towels, heading back to the bedroom where Blaine started rummaging through the drawers, looking for something for them to wear. Throwing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to Kurt, he dressed himself in a similar fashion, his eyes widening as he eyed Kurt wearing his clothes, feeling the possessiveness rushing through his body. The sweats were a little too short for him and the t-shirt hugged his arms so nicely that it made Blaine's mouth water at the sight, and with his messy hair, he looked like the most beautiful man in the world. Blaine was pretty sure Kurt wouldn't agree about that, seeing how elegant he always was, but it didn't matter, Blaine found him gorgeous no matter what he was wearing. Or when he wasn't wearing anything at all, and if Blaine was being honest, seeing both options, he had a clear preference.
Hearing Kurt clear his throat, he snapped out of his thoughts, looking up and seeing Kurt glancing at him with amusement written all over his face. "You with me, Blaine?"
"Yeah. I was just thinking about how you're the most gorgeous man I have ever seen." Blaine replied, grabbing Kurt's hand and leading him back into the living room, not missing how he blushed and bit down on his lip, looking absolutely adorable. And so damn hot as well, and how he was able to pull it off was beyond Blaine. Settling down on the couch, Blaine poured the remaining wine into their glasses, leaning back and wincing a little at the dull ache in his ass.
"Sore?" Kurt asked nonchalantly, taking a sip of his wine and smiling into the glass, and Blaine didn't miss the slight pride lacing his voice.
"A little." He nodded. "But I'm not complaining, not at all." He added with a smirk. "Trust me, I'm a big fan of this wild, dominant side of yours."
"I noticed." Kurt grinned. "You were quite… vocal about it."
"I don't bottom often, so when I do, I enjoy it." Blaine shrugged, smiling when Kurt looked at him questioningly. "I don't trust people easily. But I trust you."
"But why?" Kurt looked at him incredulously. "Theoretically, I'm your biggest enemy."
"You're not." Blaine shook his head. "At least not tonight." Pausing, he turned his gaze away, focusing on the wine swirling in his glass. "Honestly, I don't think I'll ever see you as an enemy. No matter how everything turns out."
"I trust you too." Kurt admitted quietly. "I think I have trusted you since the moment I met you. Back in that trunk, I trusted that you wouldn't do anything to harm me. And then I trusted you when you visited me in my hotel in Los Angeles. I can't explain it." Kurt said with a small smile, locking his eyes with Blaine's. "But I'm glad I did."
"Me too, gorgeous. Me too."