I'm really sorry this got so out of hand in length...
Chapter 11
"Kurt!" Blaine jumped on the bed repeatedly until Kurt awoke with a growl and a pillow poorly tossed toward the hyperactive man jumping on his bed. "Kurrrrrtttt. Wake up! Wake up, Kurt! KURT!" Blaine jumps once for every word, which is enough to send Kurt into a fit of laughter that he pointedly tries to hide.
"I agreed to live with a kangaroo, didn't I?" Kurt moans from under his pillow, "An annoying kangaroo at that!"
Blaine jumps once more before collapsing next to Kurt, nearly taking off his shoulder. "I have good news!"
Kurt turned his head and Blaine was positive he never saw anything more adorable. Kurt had red lines covering his perfect porcelain face and his eyes were still filled with sleep, "That's great, but shouldn't you be getting ready for work?"
"Nope," Blaine put his hands behind his head and stared cockily at the ceiling, nearly begging Kurt to ask him why.
"Okay, I'll give, why?" Kurt had now rolled completely over and tentatively put a hand on Blaine's chest.
Blaine immediately raised his hands to cover Kurt's and smiled, "We're going to celebrate."
"Celebrate what exactly?" The fact that they had not collapsed already? They had been together over a week, so it was a definite milestone for Kurt.
Blaine pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and fiddled with some buttons.
"Welcome to Verizon Voicemail, please insert your code followed by pound," his phone said aloud before, "you have one saved message. To hear your message press," Blaine pressed the button before the phone could finish and held it closer to Kurt even though it was on speakerphone.
"Porcelain! I have no idea where you are but I figured it would be with the Dapper Delight, so I got his phone number. Shelby had to fire the new bartender already because he was slipping drugs into the different drinks, so she wants you back. If I were you, I would haggle her for a better pay rate and better hours. Also, I'm going to slap you so hard you fly back to New York for just running away and not telling anyone where you were going. We have all been crazy worried about you! Anyway, call me back. And if this is Blaine and Kurt isn't with you – go find him you asshole!"
Kurt laughed loudly at the ending of the message and just rolled his eyes at Blaine, "At least I'm going to get my job back too."
Blaine rolled over and trailed a hand on Kurt's jawbone, "I told you there were people who would fight for you to get everything you want," he said softly. "I told you there were more people who care about you than you ever thought," he leaned in and kissed Kurt tenderly. The kiss was the most gentle Kurt had felt in years and it took everything he had not to cry.
"So you took off work to celebrate my job?" Kurt said in a small voice, hardly wanting to believe Blaine would do something like that.
"I did," Blaine said sheepishly, "I know I probably shouldn't have because we have rent to pay and groceries to buy so I can get you back to a healthy weight. But I wanted to take you on a date, Kurt, a real date where we can just be a couple."
"Blaine," Kurt ducked his head to hide his blush, "you really shouldn't have!"
"Yeah?" Blaine asked as he rolled halfway on top of Kurt, "I suppose I could just call them and say I changed my mind…"
"No," Kurt's hands flew around Blaine as he looked down at the man on his chest. Blaine's hands were folded and they cradled his chin. His long eyelashes were closed, but a content smirk played on his features. "I want to celebrate. But I don't want to celebrate me…I want to celebrate us, Blaine. I…I already feel more comfortable with you than I ever did with anyone else," Kurt wanted so badly to say the three words that would change everything, but he did not know if he could. He did not know if he was ready yet, they'd only been together so long.
But Kurt had a feeling that the emotion had been lying dormant from that first night he saw him at the bar.
"So what are we going to do?" Kurt asked gently as he ran a hand through Blaine's messy curls, "Stay in bed all day?" he raised an eyebrow at Blaine, though they had been together over a week, they hadn't had sex. Kurt was not only starting to go stir crazy, but he was also worried that Blaine would not want to have sex with him again. He was terrified he had done something wrong.
"I wish," Blaine pressed a kiss into Kurt's stomach, "but I figured we could go to on a little picnic and just talk."
Kurt knew that if Blaine had suggested that over a week ago, he would have laughed in his face and told him that was the stupidest idea he'd ever heard.
But Kurt liked simple. He liked sweet. He liked everything about the quaint romance that Blaine was slowly trying to put back into his life.
The small grin that formed on his face could not be helped, "Really? A picnic?"
"I even have a blanket," Blaine said, obviously very proud of himself.
"And a basket?"
"And a basket." Blaine rolled over and stood at the end of the bed, "Come on, it is a bit of a drive."
Kurt rolled off of the bed and stumbled toward the closet, "I'm getting old," he whimpered as his bones popped.
"Nah, that's just from living," Blaine shucked his t-shirt off and stood next to Kurt, trying to pick out his own wardrobe for the day.
Kurt could not help but sneak a peek at Blaine. His chest was toned and muscular, though Kurt could see that he too was wavering on the thin side, especially for his body.
Kurt knew they both had to start taking better care of themselves.
Kurt's eyes followed light dusting of hair that trailed down into the top of Blaine's shorts, a familiar churning formed in his stomach. "God I need a cigarette," he nearly moaned.
Blaine stopped rifling through his shirts and just looked at Kurt, "Oh…"
Kurt wanted to literally shove his foot into his mouth, "Oh god. Not that I'm going to!"
Blaine looked over at him with an odd look on his face. He stayed that way for a few moments before cupping Kurt's face again, "Kurt…I'm not going to judge you for it. I know it is going to be tough. Is there any way I can lessen the urge?"
Kurt was about to reply with a snarky comment but instead his stomach rumbled loudly, "I think my stomach needs food."
Blaine nodded, "I can make us toast, but we need to save room for the amazing feast I've made us."
Kurt couldn't help but just stare at his amazing boyfriend, "When did you find time to do all of this?"
"I have insomnia sometimes," Blaine admitted, "and you sleep very heavily."
Kurt just nodded, that was something he'd learned over the years. If people thought New York was loud, they had no idea until they heard Las Vegas in the peak tourist months. "I've adapted to it," he finally admitted.
Blaine threw a yellow v-neck on and motioned to his outfit, "Does this look okay?"
"It looks great," Kurt said quietly, using the chance to scan up and down Blaine's body a few times. "You know, I can think of something else to use my mouth for that might quell these urges…"
Blaine smirked but leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kurt's and increased the pressure until Kurt's mouth relented under his and opened, allowing Blaine tongue to meet his in the middle. Kurt couldn't help the small whimper that escaped his mouth as Blaine pushed him against the doorframe. Kurt's hands immediately tangled into his hair and pulled gently and Blaine pressed his thigh up against Kurt and pushed up gently.
Blaine groaned and Kurt pulled back, attempting to clear his head as Blaine attacked his neck, "Blaine…you said we have to go," Kurt gasped out, grinding himself down on Blaine's leg.
"I don't care," Blaine mumbled and kissed Kurt deeply, "It's been too fucking long.."
"Such a gentleman," Kurt said, his voice thick with sarcasm.
Despite his words, Kurt shifted and pressed against Blaine with the same intensity, wanting to see Blaine fall apart, wanting to let himself fall apart knowing someone would catch him.
Kurt rocked his hips against Blaine's and groaned at the delicious friction when Blaine thrusted back. They moved together, their hips in counterpoint, finding a steady rhythm they could both agree on. Kurt could feel the tension in Blaine's body, trying desperately to hold himself up and hold Kurt up.
"Kurt, please," he said brokenly, his lips already swollen and red. Kurt wanted nothing more than to take Blaine's bottom lip into his mouth, so he did.
Kurt bit down as he thrusted harder, put a roll of his hips into it and Blaine gasped into his mouth and moaned his name against his lips. He arched his back and moved faster against Kurt and that felt even better, even more desperate, so Kurt let him, their bodies moving together frantically.
Blaine tore his mouth away from Kurt's own and threw his head back, breathed Kurt's name through those wet and swollen lips, and shuddered beneath him. Kurt thrusted against him a few more times before it became too much for him too and he collapsed against Blaine with his face pressed into his neck. He rested there comfortably, recovering his breath and thought processes until the sensation of his sticky pants managed to tear him out of his reverie.
"Fuck, we both have to change now," he whispered, still trying to catch his breath.
Blaine still looked too blissed out to realize what Kurt had said. He simply nodded numbly and staggered backwards, using the other side of the closet to hold himself up. His face went from blissed to angry in a few seconds.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked, his heart racing.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Blaine slid down the wall until his arms were wrapped around his bent legs, "FUCK!"
Kurt fell next to Blaine, "What's wrong, Blaine?" His previous worries about Blaine not being sexually attracted to him anymore filled him quickly.
"That wasn't supposed to happen!" Blaine hiccupped, now trying not to cry.
"Why not?" Kurt was confused, "It felt good! It felt fucking amazing!"
"But we were supposed to be soft and gentle and tender…and nothing like this!" Blaine threw his head back and slammed it off of the wooden frame, "It was supposed to be special!"
Kurt leaned in and kissed the younger man's forehead, cheeks, chin, nose, and finally his lips, "Blaine…it was beautiful. I-I wanted it so badly. We can still have romantic and gentle! But we can still have…"
"Animalistic and frantic?" Blaine supplied.
"Exactly," Kurt said with a blush. "Now, let's get up, get changed again, and get to the park; I want some picnic food and I'm excited to spend the day with my gorgeous, sweet, intelligent, fantastic boyfriend."
Blaine blushed but allowed Kurt to pull him off of the ground and together they quickly showered and got ready for a second time. True to his word, Blaine made Kurt toast to go before they started their trip to Spring Mountain Ranch.
In the car, Kurt sat with his legs bent onto the dashboard, "You know, I've never seen this part of Las Vegas before."
"That's because this isn't the Las Vegas people think of," Blaine said as he turned onto a road that held only cornfields.
"How did you know this even existed?" Kurt wasn't sure whether he wanted to stare at Blaine or the scenery more.
"One time I got really lost on my way back to the apartment, and I ended up out here," Blaine grinned, "I have a really bad sense of direction."
The drive took nearly an hour and a half, but the men passed the time by pointing out strange things they saw, singing random songs that came onto the radio when they had service, and telling each other stories of vacations when they were children.
Eventually they arrived at the park, and Kurt couldn't help but groan, "A ranch? Please tell me we aren't riding any horses or baling hay."
"No," Blaine motioned to the picnic basket, "We are having a picnic, remember?"
Even though he had just eaten toast, Kurt's stomach still growled at the premise of home cooked food. Blaine had told him he wasn't a good cook, but Kurt found that to just be modesty on the man's part.
Blaine was a fantastic cook.
They finally parked on the lot, which was surprisingly empty. "It is about a twenty minute walk," Blaine warned as he gathered the materials.
"I can carry the blanket," Kurt offered and held out his arm.
Blaine seemed to debate before handing over the blanket and grabbing Kurt's other hand in his.
It still surprised Kurt how one little action could change his entire outlook on a day. Just simply holding Blaine's hand made him feel more alive than sleeping with any man ever had. The sun seemed to shine brighter around him, and he felt like he had a promise in him, he felt like he could still become someone.
"What are you thinking about?" Blaine stared intently at Kurt, wondering if Kurt was okay with the romance – he'd gone out on a limb.
"How nice this is," Kurt swung their hands for effect, "how I can't believe I thought I hated you at first."
"All that matters if where we are now," Blaine said with a wink. They were both trying to forget their pasts and move toward the future, but sometimes they still got bogged down with their own regrets.
Eventually they got the grassy knoll that Blaine deemed appropriate for their picnic. Kurt thought the last few football fields worth of walking would have been fine, but Blaine seemed to have everything picked out.
"This is the dead center of the park," Blaine explained, "so people coming from the other parking lots most likely won't want to walk that far."
Kurt nodded and grinned, "So what are we going to eat?"
Blaine could not even explain how happy it made him to see Kurt eating proper food again. "Roasted eggplant, tomato, and goat cheese on bread," he looked up for Kurt's reaction. Blaine had taken some liberties on hoping that Kurt would at least like the food.
"Oh my god," Kurt nearly tackled Blaine, "I have not eaten food that good since…I was actually cooking for myself!"
Blaine grinned, "I hoped you'd like it. I wasn't sure…"
Kurt shook his head, "No! It is perfect!"
"There are also melon slices and some wine…" Blaine trailed off, "I know we said we wouldn't drink…but it's wine."
Kurt nodded, "We are responsible adults," he bounced happily on the blanket. "Blaine, this really is perfect."
Blaine blushed and pulled the food out of the basket, amazing Kurt with each new item.
"Blaine, this is really awesome," Kurt lost the ability to even articulate how happy he was.
They ate slowly, each savoring the food, the warmth, the cleanliness of the air, and the company of each other. Blaine kept pressing melon and sandwich slices against Kurt's lips, and Kurt was almost positive he ate three times as much as Blaine.
They both laid and held each other as the clouds passed overhead. It was nice, in a way, not talking and just being together.
"Do you ever think about what it will be like when you leave Vegas?" Blaine asked Kurt quietly, squinting up at birds passing overhead.
Kurt pondered the question for a few minutes, trying to figure out exactly how to answer Blaine. "If we are being honest," Kurt stared, pressing his fingers into Blaine's side, "I didn't think I was going to get out until just a few days ago."
"Where would you want to go?" Blaine asked, not quite sure if he even knew his own answer to the question.
"With you," Kurt answered honestly. Sure, the old Kurt would have wanted to go make his own dreams come true, but his dream was to be happy, whatever the meant. If it meant he would be a milkman in Idaho, it would be worth it.
Blaine sighed, "I think I'd like to move to New York…if that would be okay with you."
Tears sprang to Kurt's eyes because he knew part of the reason Blaine chose there was because he knew Kurt left a bit of his heart in New York.
The bit that dreamed of being a star, of owning a clothing line, of constantly being surrounded by the noise of tourists, taxis, and Broadway musicals.
Not tourists, taxis, and desperation.
"Promise me we will get out of here," Blaine said as he rolled to face Kurt, "Promise me that one day you and I will leave here and never come back."
"Soon," Kurt said softly, "Blaine…I want a life with you…but I don't think we can start it here. I know people do, but those people aren't us."
Blaine nodded, "Within a year?"
Kurt sucked in a deep breath. That would be so difficult, neither of them had a lot of money and they both knew it. Blaine had to return Mike's car soon, and that would leave them both at the mercy of friends and walking.
Kurt wanted to focus on the happy moments, so he pointed to the guitar that Blaine had lugged in their walk, "What is that for?"
Blaine sat up, "Oh, I wrote you a song. I was going to sing it for you, but it seems silly now."
"No!" Kurt sat up, "I always wanted someone to sing to me. When I was in glee club in high school everyone always got serenaded. I never did." His voice was weak by the end.
Blaine grabbed the guitar, "It isn't finished, and it isn't…"
"Shut up and sing," Kurt batted his eyelashes a few times and Blaine readily agreed.
"Stop me at anytime," Blaine said as he began to play.
If we move in together
Will I still be a slob
Will things get ordinary
Will I piss you off
'cause I don't cook
Throw my clothes on the floor
And I mix the darks and whites
Kurt wrinkled his nose but laughed and motioned for Blaine to continue.
Oh baby your kisses are pure
And the sex lasts for hours
You want me the less I shower
I'm a sight for sore eyes
In your old tighty whities
But you love me anyway
I thank god for seeing the light
And not going out with some lawyer type
'cause you're a poet
A renaissance man
A little boy with
Really strong hands
Kurt felt himself relax and just stared at Blaine in wonder.
So many things going through my mind
Sometimes it gets scary
But when you're on my side
The world may be chaotic
The skies may explode
But we'll be okay
Baby-this much I know
And the minuet between the heart and
The breath
Is my lullaby
And the minuet between the heart and
The breath
Rocks me every time
And the minuet between the heart and
The breath
Saves my life
As I lay upon your chest
I'm satisfied.
Blaine finished strumming and stared at Kurt, "Like I said...it isn't finished, but…"
Kurt leapt over Blaine and hugged him, "Thank you…thank you."
Blaine leaned up and kissed Kurt soundly, the earlier passion easily reigniting.
"Can we please go home?" Kurt whispered huskily into Blaine's ear, "We can be gentle and tender there."
Blaine nearly pulled Kurt's arm out of its socket as he hastily packed up their lunch and sprinted across the grass.
Kurt laughed and tried to keep up with him, which was easily done by his legs, though his lungs ached after a bit.
The car ride home was nearly silent as Blaine pushed the older car as fast as it would go.
When they arrived at their apartment, they ran up the stairs, pausing every few seconds to kiss or grab or just look at the other.
Kurt dragged Blaine to the bedroom and pinned him against the wall, kissing him fiercely. When Blaine's words from earlier came back to him, he slowed down and tried to be more tender.
Blaine kissed him back just as fiercely and rubbed against Kurt.
Soon their shirts were off and they were kissing again.
Kurt pulled back just enough to slip a hand between them and palm Blaine's erection. It was Blaine's turn to whimper into the kiss and the hand that was on Kurt's ass tightened, giving a little squeeze. Kurt smirked a little before letting his mouth wander down Blaine's neck to his collarbone and across his chest, placing soft sucking kisses along the way, moving his hand off Blaine's cock to work at Blaine's belt buckle. Blaine groaned at the loss of contact, but Kurt just continued to work, pulling back to concentrate on the task.
Kurt's hands shook as he fumbled with the belt buckle. There should be absolutely no reason for him to be so nervous, but he was.
He let out a shaky, frustrated breath when he could not calm his hands enough to undo the belt buckle. Blaine's hands came up to try to help him and Kurt was surprised, but somewhat calmed, by the fact that Blaine's hands were shaking as much as his.
They lazily kissed some more as Kurt awkwardly reached back to remove his own shoes and socks breaking the kiss to gently set them on the floor beside the bed. He noticed when he did that Blaine had also removed his shoes, kicking them off with his feet and letting them fall where they may.
Blaine pulled back before harshly pulling Kurt back to him, his hands roaming wherever they fell.
Kurt let out a grunt of surprise but eagerly returned the kiss. He wrapped his hands around Blaine's waist, letting them wander down until he was palming his ass, earning a guttural moan from Blaine as his mouth wandered across Kurt's jaw to pay special attention to that spot just below his ear.
Kurt brought his hands to the waistband of Blaine's pants and gave a tug, trying to tell him without words that they needed to go.
Blaine gave a nervous chuckle and sat up enough so that they could undo the fly of his pants. As soon as the button was undone, Kurt shoved the pants off Blaine's waist. Blaine flung the clothes across the room and was ready to pounce on Kurt once more.
Kurt stopped him with a hand on his chest though, to give himself a chance to look and savor. Because while he was not completely naked yet, the sight of Blaine, with his curls mussed and his lips bruised and swollen from the kissing and in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs left Kurt breathless.
"Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are?" he breathed before tugging on Blaine's arm to bring him towards him once again.
Blaine chuckled lightly as he placed a soft kiss against Kurt's lips. "No."
"Hmm, "Kurt hummed kissing him again. "Well it is true. You really are."
Well the same thing could be said about you, baby." Blaine's fingers fumbled against the fabric and Blaine swore under his breath.
"Trust me, I'm seriously regretting the outfit choice right now," Kurt answered, sitting up slightly in order to see to help Blaine with the snaps.
Blaine just smiled somewhat evilly as he bent over, placing a few kisses on Kurt's stomach before kissing Kurt's erection through the cloth as he continued to pull the pants down past Kurt's knees and finally off, letting them fall forgotten to the edge of the bed as he turned his full attention to Kurt's erection straining against his underwear.
Kurt's hands flew to Blaine's hair, tangling in them as Blaine mouthed his dick through the cloth, letting out a little whine as he did so, his back arching slightly. Blaine just continued his onslaught on Kurt's erection, slowly working it out of Kurt's underwear and taking it in his mouth, alternately licking and sucking as he held a gentle but firm grip on Kurt's hips.
Kurt's hands fell to the bed, gripping the sides, trying to force his hips to stay still, in order not to hurt Blaine. He propped himself up onto his elbows, so he could watch as Blaine worked. Their eyes met after a few moments, and Kurt ran a hand lovingly through Blaine's curls, before flopping back down onto the bed to try to gain some composure.
"Blaine..." Kurt moaned. Blaine hummed around him in answer, which caused Kurt's hips to buck up involuntarily. Thankfully for Blaine he had a fairly strong grip on Kurt's hips to keep him from thrusting into his mouth too deeply. Blaine just continued his onslaught on Kurt's cock.
"Condoms?"
Blaine smiled before kissing Kurt gently and getting off the bed, taking Kurt's forgotten pants with him, folding them, and laying them down on the chair next to the other bed.
"Did you want to be, or did you want me to..." He trailed off.
"I want to be the bottom," Kurt said certainly.
"Yeah, of course! Of course it's alright, Kurt." Blaine reassured. "I'm good either way, I just...I want this to be so good for you, baby."
Kurt smiled and snaked a hand around Blaine's neck and pulled him down next to him. "You are the most amazing man I've ever met." He smiled gently at him before he pulled him in for another kiss. It started slow and gentle, but it quickly deepened and got more frantic as their hands roamed across the others body. They turned onto their sides, clutching at each other, their legs tangling, one of Kurt's legs thrown over Blaine's hip.
Blaine dropped his head to the crook of Kurt's neck and sucked gently at the skin there. Kurt's breathing quickened as Blaine worked, and he dropped his leg from Blaine's waist in favor of pushing his hands underneath Blaine's boxer briefs and gripping his ass.
Blaine groaned and rolled them over so that Kurt was on his back. He placed a few kisses on his lips before he reached back and placed his hands over Kurt's, guiding them till they were at his sides and pulling the offending piece of fabric away. As soon as Blaine's underwear was off, he was grabbing at Kurt's.
As soon as they were both naked, the boys paused, Blaine hovering over Kurt, the hand that wasn't supporting his weight gently grazing down across Kurt's arm as his eyes raked over his body, taking him all in. Kurt turned his head away, blushing slightly, embarrassed under the scrutiny of Blaine's roaming eyes.
"Hey," Blaine said and tugged at Kurt's chin with his free hand, forcing Kurt to look at him. "You're stunning."
"So are you, Blaine," Kurt returned as he reached up a trembling hand to Blaine's neck and pulled him down flush against him, pressing their lips against together. Kurt's breath hitched and came out in shaky waves as the sensation of their naked bodies pressed together washed over him.
They laid there on the bed for awhile, just holding each other, their hands stroking the others back or arms softly, allowing them time to calm down a little. Blaine sat up, placed a quick kiss to Kurt's lips before reaching over to grab the bottle of lube on the counter, pouring out a generous amount onto his fingers, and warming the lube up a little before he leaned back over Kurt, gently spreading his legs and poising his hand over Kurt's entrance.
"You ready, baby?" he asked, his free hand rubbing soft comforting circles over one of Kurt's knee's and down his thigh.
"Yes."
Kurt was surprised at how composed his voice was when the rest of him felt like it was going to fall apart it was shaking so badly, but then he supposed that it was a good thing he could respond so steadily. He knew he had no reason to be nervous. They'd done this before.
But it just felt different.
Blaine was gentle though and eventually the slow pumping of his finger started to feel good. Blaine slowly worked a second finger in and then a third, stretching him little by little, rotating his fingers in gentle circles as he worked. His fingers brushed against his prostate and Kurt sucked in a breath at the pleasure he felt.
Blaine smiled at that, and crooked his fingers against it again. Kurt's breath became less and less steady as the pleasure built inside of him, getting stronger with every brush of Blaine's fingertips. It felt great, amazing even, but it was not enough.
"Blaine!" Kurt cried, his hands clenching the comforter beneath him. "Now! I need you in me now."
Blaine nodded and pulled his fingers out of Kurt, reaching for a condom and the lube. Kurt whimpered at the loss.
Kurt spread his legs wider as Blaine positioned himself over Kurt, holding there for a minute, breathing deeply. He placed a kiss on the inside of Kurt's thigh before slowly pushing in. Kurt's eyes snapped shut at the feeling of Blaine inside him, and his grip on the comforter tightened.
"Fuck..." Blaine breathed and Kurt could tell by the trembling in his voice with that one word that he was trying desperately not to lose control. Kurt exhaled a shaky breath and tried to relax.
"Kurt, baby, you okay?" Blaine asked, holding precariously still above him.
"Yeah, I'm..." Kurt took a deep breath. "I'm okay."
"Kurt, are you sure? You're...you're crying, baby."
It was not until then that Kurt was aware of the tears that were leaking from his still tightly shut eyes, but it made sense in a weird way, that he would be crying. He was so overtaken by the onslaught of emotions rushing through him at finally having Blaine in this way that the only way he could deal with the myriad feelings he had was to release it through his tears.
"It's fine, Blaine, really. I'm just...overwhelmed. I just..." Kurt reassured. "I just…it's been so long."
Kurt felt Blaine slide slowly in the rest of the way, and was surprised when he felt the angle change, Blaine suddenly hovering over his chest, his lips gently kissing away the tears that were sliding down his cheeks. It was such a sweet, simple gesture, but that one move on Blaine's part calmed all his nerves and centered all his focus on one thing: Blaine. He had never felt, more treasured than he did in that moment and he knew beyond any doubt in that one moment that Blaine would always take care of him and never hurt him in a way. Kurt slowly opened his eyes, locking them on the boy, no, man, this beautiful, wonderful man hovering over him.
"I love you," Blaine whispered,
"I love you too," he breathed back, fully believing his words, and then Blaine started to move.
Kurt tried to keep his focus on Blaine, struggling not to feel overwhelmed again, as they rocked together slowly, gradually picking up speed.
Blaine's eyes locked onto Kurt's as he rocked, reaching in between them to stroke Kurt's cock. Keeping Blaine's gaze, Kurt released his grip on the comforter and joined Blaine's hand in pumping his cock, slowly taking over so Blaine could concentrate on his thrusting.
Their breathing became ragged and heavy, Blaine's movements more and more erratic as he thrust. Sensing Blaine's desperation, and needing his own release, Kurt sped up his movements on his cock, pumping furiously until with a cry he was coming across his stomach and Blaine's chest, his body clenching around Blaine's cock as his orgasm washed over him.
That was all it took for Blaine to come with one last hard thrust into Kurt, his body trembling as he rode his orgasm out. Blaine collapsed on top of him, and Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine, clinging to him, wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever.
"I love you," Blaine whispered again, "I love you, Kurt Hummel."
Kurt snuggled into Blaine's neck, "I love you too, Blaine Anderson."
They held each other for a while longer, both of them praying for the day that they could do be together like this in another city.
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