Title: You`ve Got That (chapter 10/?)
Rating: NC-17 (man sexy times!)
Disclaimer: These character's aren't mine, I'm just using them as playthings...
Warnings: none.

When Kurt came back from his shopping trip ("I have to go now, will you check on the sheets in a bit? You remember that time Bethany from down the hall stole your underwear? Well our bedding costs a lot more than that. I don't want to take any chances," he had said to Blaine in a rush as he grabbed his bag and hurried out the door) he didn't immediately see Blaine where he had expected to. Usually, Sundays found his fiancé at the coffee table meticulously grading exams, essays and/or homework. He always wanted to give every student the benefit of the doubt and as such, often took longer to grade papers than the average teacher.

But when Kurt walked through the door, Blaine wasn't at his usual spot, hunched over the table, red pen in hand and a contemplative frown on his face. Kurt didn't see him at all. At first he thought maybe Blaine was down in the laundry room, checking on the bedding. But, no, that would definitely be done by now. And Blaine had never once made the bed in the years that they had been together, so he wouldn't be in the bedroom, either. When Kurt glanced around and didn't see a note, he shrugged to himself and assumed Blaine must have run out to quickly pick something up. He shut the door with his foot and headed to the counter so he could put down his groceries. Toilet paper didn't weight much, but it sure was cumbersome.

"Kurt?" Blaine's voice called out from the bedroom.

"Blaine? What are you doing?" Kurt stuck the chicken into the fridge before following his partner's voice to the bedroom. Blaine was lying on his stomach on the bed, flipping confusedly through a book. "Shouldn't you be grading papers?" Kurt asked, trying not to sound too bossy or controlling. He let a hand fall onto Blaine's head, running his fingers through his hair.

The older man waved away his concern. "I'm done," he said, "just a few late assignments this weekend."

"What are you doing?" Kurt repeated, angling his head so that he might see the words on the page of the open book. But Blaine abruptly shut the book and pushed himself up to a sitting position.

"Well," he said looking sheepishly at the hem of his pants, "I was thinking about how much yoga helps you to clear your mind and how you always look so refreshed after you've done it. I wanted to try it myself, but I just can't understand any of these positions."

"Well, honey," Kurt smiled, taking the book from Blaine, "That's because you're reading my advanced yoga book. Why don't you start with something a little more basic?"

"This was the only book about yoga that I could find," Blaine whined.

"I don't need the beginner's books anymore. I gave them all to Carole. Come out into the living room with me and I'll teach you everything you need to know." He reached out and took Blaine's hand, leading him out of the bedroom. "First of all you have to be in something comfortable, that won't get in your way. I can't lend you any of my yoga stuff because it would be too small for you. So just strip down to your underwear." Blaine couldn't help but wonder if part of Kurt's command was for the man's own benefit, but regardless he shucked his clothing and stood with his hands comfortably at his sides. Meanwhile, Kurt pulled out his yoga mat and pushed the coffee table out of the way. "Alright, so were you interested in stretching your body, loosening your back, bringing more air into your chest?"

"Um, all of the above?" Blaine had never really listened when Kurt talked about yoga, so he wasn't sure what to expect of the experience.

"Alright, one of my favourite poses was, and still is, the downward dog." Blaine let out a clipped laugh before Kurt smacked him on the arm. "It stretches out all of your muscles. It's a great beginning and finishing pose." He illustrated for Blaine how the position should be done and then stood and made Blaine get into the same position so he could fix any errors. "Yoga isn't about being perfect, it's about doing what feels good. How's this?" He pressed lightly back on Blaine's knees so they weren't bent as much.

"I'm stretching all right." Blaine winced at how taught his hamstring felt. Then he felt a light pressure on his back.

"This should help you," he felt Kurt's hands lifting his hips slightly. Blaine tried to peek under his arm, but he couldn't see anything that was going on. He could however feel Kurt's hips hovering ever so close to his ass. He pushed back a little bit.

"That feels good," he whispered, pressing his body against Kurt. He was surprised to find the man was already starting to get hard. "Apparently," Blaine teased, "There's more than one good thing about yoga." He felt Kurt's hand slip around his waist, fingers tracing over the muscles there. Kurt let out a slow breath and canted his hips forward, one hand resting on Blaine's boxers, teasing at the sensitive flesh there, yearning to take them off. Blaine let out a hushed breath and pressed his palms into the floor. He could tell his face was flushed already, and his blood rushed to his groin, his stomach writhing. Maybe it was the way he shifted, or maybe it was the small buck of his body, but something made Kurt pull off the boxers quickly, letting them fall unceremoniously to the floor. Blaine heard a zipper being undone and his ears started buzzing.

They had sex with him facing away from Kurt all of the time, but there was something about being in this position, almost unable to move, ass in the air, ridiculously vulnerable and at Kurt's mercy, that made Blaine's face hot and his body shiver with anticipation. He heard Kurt spit into his hand – apparently Kurt was extremely aroused by this, too, he never let Blaine use spit in place of lube – and felt a slick pressure on his hole. His back attempted to arch at the delicious touch, but he couldn't do it in that position. Kurt pushed in two fingers and Blaine let out a breath he hadn't known he had been holding. He grunted and rocked back towards the pressure, feeling Kurt's fingers brush softly at his prostate. Years together make sex fast and familiar, but it is oh so perfect when your partner knows exactly where to put their hand, just to make you do that.

After a few deft strokes with his curved fingers, Kurt pulled away, and Blaine moaned at the lack of contact. Kurt hushed him by petting at his sweaty back. "You ready?" he asked, not needing to, the keening sound Blaine was making was answer enough. Using one hand for leverage and the other to guide himself, Kurt entered Blaine quickly. It burned momentarily but was oh so perfect after that. The angle was amazing and made every thrust felt like a glimpse of paradise. Kurt had clearly been in a rush: Blaine could feel a cold belt buckle press into his naked flesh with every roll of Kurt's hips. Kurt let out a small sound, not quite a squeak or a grunt but something beautifully in between. One hand reached around to grab Blaine's throbbing member, deftly massaging it, moving up and down slowly and then faster until Blaine wasn't sure how much more he could take.

Kurt leaned over and Blaine's elbows almost buckled with the added pressure, but when there was a tongue licking slowly over his upper back, he forgot entirely about the pain in his joints. The skin on the nape of his neck prickled when Kurt breathed hot words over the short hair there, Blaine wanted so badly to touch, hold, massage his lover, but all of his limbs were working to support them both. Kurt gave Blaine's cock one more tug, felt his hot seed spill over his hand, and leaned back, pushing his hips forward with a final moan. Blaine felt Kurt come inside of him before pulling out. It wasn't until then that Blaine let his body fall so he was sitting on the floor. Kurt stood about him, pants stuck to his hips, his hand covered in cum, and a proud smile on his face. "Does your head," he swallowed thickly at the word, "feel any clearer now?"