XVI
Falling in love and falling out.
Kurt had a beautiful singing voice.
Noah nearly turned the stove off because the sizzling bacon was hindering his hearing. Kurt was in the shower, demanding he needed one because he was convinced Blaine would smell sex on him, and he was singing some song about gravity and it pretty much took Noah's breath away with how stunning he sounded. People generally sounded good in the shower thanks to the acoustics of the room, but Kurt's voice as unnaturally beautiful.
Flipping the bacon over and hoping to God that Kurt liked it crispy, -the singing was becoming a bit of a distraction- Noah tried to calm down his heart beat as he thought about last night. He hadn't lied to Kurt when he said it had been nice, he may have downplayed it slightly, but he was being honest. He never in a million years expected Kurt to turn up at his door, practically demanding entry and a bed, nor could he ever predict sitting down and eating with Kurt or sharing a couch whilst both indulging in their interests, together. Noah wasn't going to lie; he was kind of expecting the blowjob at some point, given their track record, but never in that situation. Last night had felt really domestic, too naturally domestic considering he and Kurt only ever saw each other at work and spent a large portion of that time wishing ill health on the other. Last night, Kurt made his place feel like a home and that feeling kept Noah awake for longer than he was hoping.
"Thanks for that." Kurt said as he walked into the living area, topless with his buttons undone on his skinny jeans from last night. Noah stole a view of the pale porcelain torso whilst Kurt busied himself towel drying his hair. Noah wanted desperately to just walk over and kiss him, but he was unsure whether it would be well received or not. Kurt was unpredictable at the best of times.
"I made us some breakfast." Noah stated the obvious, waving his spatula at the frying bacon. Kurt draped the damp towel over his shoulders, leaving his hair unruly and walked over to the stove, putting his hand on the bottom of Noah's back as he looked into the pan. The hand was a heavy presence and just a reminder of how domestic they acted when in such a situation. There was no awkwardness like Noah would have expected, no next day excuses to leave. But then again, most things with Kurt just came naturally so he shouldn't have been so surprised.
"Aren't you jewish?" Kurt asked, arching an eyebrow and giving Noah a look that made the larger man smile broadly.
"Can't have dietary requirements in my line of work." Noah replied. "Gotta taste each dish before it goes out."
"How do you manage to maintain your abs?" Kurt asked, maneuvering himself so he stood directly in front of him, his hand sliding from his back to underneath the front of his baggy grey t-shirt. His soft fingers glided gently up and down Noah's stomach muscles making them contract.
Noah took that at the green light to do what he had been hoping to do all morning, he pulled Kurt forward by the waistband of his underwear that the unbuttoned jeans exposed and kissed him. He felt Kurt smile into the kiss as his dainty hands splayed across Noah's abdomen and he knew Kurt was allowing him to set the pace. It started off slow, unhurried, an attempt to explore Kurt's mouth completely but it soon turned more heated once Kurt caught Noah's bottom lip between his teeth. The chef practically growled as he deepened the kiss and Kurt made a slight giggling sound while his hands slide further up his torso until he was gently rubbing his nipples.
"Turn the food off." Kurt panted as he dug his nails into Noah's chest and scrapped downways. Noah should have known the waiter was a scratcher as well as a biter and although it had been a kill joy with past lovers, with Kurt it made everything so much more passionate. Like he was still trying to antagonize Noah regardless of his arousal.
Noah skillful and blindly extinguished the flame and then lifted his hand up to Kurt's throat where it seemed to be attracted to and gave at a little squeeze. Kurt hummed and took Noah's lip between his teeth again, this time adding more pressure than before. Noah's other hand, which had been placed on Kurt hip up until then moved across Kurt's back and lowered itself inside Kurt's underwear. The flesh of Kurt's ass beneath his palm was something Noah would not forget in a hurry as he began kneading it, each time pushing Kurt impossibly closer to him.
After what seemed like a lifetime and milliseconds all at the same time, Kurt pulled out of the kiss, looking thoroughly debauched. He seemed to think about something for a couple of seconds whilst looking Noah straight in the eye before he grabbed hold of the hand around his throat, removed it, opened it, put it to his face and proceeded to gently slide two of Noah's solid fingers into his mouth. The wetness and heat reminded Noah what Kurt was capable of orally and it took him an immense amount of strength not to push Kurt to his knees. Kurt was sucking on his fingers and holding his gaze like a vixen and the thought of where he would place those wet fingers next trumped any idea of a possible repeat blowjob. Kurt had made him cum last night, it was Noah's turn to greedily return the favor.
Supposedly deeming Noah's fingers lubed enough, he took them from his mouth –not without giving the digits a sharp nip on exiting- and guided the hand behind him, where Noah got the message and delved in the join his other hand. Kurt's face held no shame, no hesitation and no guilt when Noah began kneading the globes apart, he simply stared at Noah with dark eyes before breaking eye contact to rest his forehead against the older mans. As Noah ghosted over the hole with one of his fingers, he heard Kurt make a noise that sounded like a mixture of a hum, a moan and a sigh. Noah liked to think of it as the sound of contentment as he pushed him finger inside the tight heat. Kurt's lips were back on his as soon as Noah's fingers breached the ring of muscle and had Noah not ran a kitchen for 3 years, he might of found it hard to focus on the two tasks at once. But he could and he relished it, the battling tongues fighting for dominance, the tight channel his finger was sliding in and out of, the sounds of intense pleasure escaping lips Kurt's mouth and the heavy thump on the other side of the room.
"What the hell?"
Kurt ripped himself from Noah in a heartbeat, almost breaking Noah's hand in the process of escaping and both of them turned wide eyed towards the front door to see Jake standing there looking sick, embarrassed and evidently angry.
"Fuck." Kurt mumbled as the darkest blush Noah had ever seen flooded his face, neck and top half of his chest. Had his little brother not been standing right there, Noah would have been quite keen to put his tongue all over it. "I'm gonna go." He announced, glancing Noah a brief look before picking up his shirt from yesterday and walking out of the apartment with his head bowed. Noah felt sorry for the kid but at the moment was more preoccupied with having to explain to his little brother why he had his hands and mouth on another member of the Young Club.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Jake snapped once the front door closed behind Kurt. He dropped his rucksack on the floor next to a cardboard box he must of dropped when initially seeing the incriminating scene. Somewhere in the back of Noah's mind reminded him, far too late, that Jake was moving in today. "You have some fucking explaining to do, Bro." Jake growled angrily as he kicked his bag aside and pushed past his brother to take a seat on the couch where he leant forward with his elbows resting on his thighs and looked up at Noah expectantly.
"What?" Noah shrugged pleading ignorance. It wasn't often that Jake chastised him, but on the few occasions when he had, he had been like a dog with a fucking bone.
"I thought you didn't do relationships with men." Jake stated, his scowl seemingly fixed on his face.
"I don't." Noah defended, because whatever they were, it was safe to say that he and Kurt were not in a relationship of any sorts. "I'm not in a relationship with him. I hate him."
"Really, so he was just here half naked at this hour, with breakfast on the stove and your fingers up his ass because you detest him so much and sex and food were the only ways to express that?" Jake snorted incredulously and shook his head in what looked like disappointment.
"Look, we are just fooling around alright, it's a new development." Noah admitted with a long suffering sigh as he collapsed on the couch next to his half-brother. The smell of bacon reminded him that his food was still on the unlit stove, but without Kurt there to enjoy it with him, he didn't feel too hungry.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Jake repeated, his hands muffling his voice as he scrubbed his face. "Fooling around? You can practically have anyone you wanted in this city and you go for a member of the Young Club. You know Sue has a soft spot for the kid, she will have your balls and your job if she found out you were fucking him."
"Don't you think I fucking know that?" Noah snapped, tugging at his hair in agitation over Jake and the entire fucked up situation. "She won't find out."
"To fucking right she won't." Jake scoffed. "Because it ends now. Or at least put it on hold until your contract terminates in a couple of fucking months."
It seemed to be the most logical solution to their little predicament, but the thought of not touching Kurt again, at least for a while wasn't an appealing one at all. In fact, just the mere thought of it, the thought of not having Kurt in his house or couch again filled him with dread. It was that sinking feeling of realization Noah discovered as he thought back the urge to punch a wall out of anger.
"I want him." Noah muttered, hanging his head, mainly because he didn't want to see the expression on his brother's face.
"But want what, exactly? An orgasm? His company? Him to play house with you as if this whole situation isn't entirely fucked up?" Jake asked, his voice softening to a sort of resigned tone. Noah wasn't a fan of that voice either, it sounded way too similar to pity and Noah wanted a lot of things, but pity was not one of them. "Don't you two hate each other anyway?"
"It's hard to explain, Bro. I hate him but I want him and I hate that I want him and everytime he avoids me and demands I don't touch him there is nothing more I want to do then to punch him in the face. But he keeps me on my toes, makes me feel more than just rage, reminds me of my humanity and keeps me fucking grounded. And it turns out I'm really attracted to that, not to mention he is exactly the type of guy I would go for in a club." Noah explained, rubbing his hands forcibly together. Jake was impossible to lie to, mostly because he was so relentless but also because he was his family, and you don't hide shit from family.
"You two are seriously fucked up."
Noah didn't disagree.
Blaine was awoken by a hot heavy presence weighing heavily against his back and a warm, slightly moist and breathy sensation on the back of his neck. Blaine wasn't completely inexperienced and had a couple of boyfriends in the past so he knew exactly that he was being rutted against and his neck was being peppered with lazy, sleepy kisses. What did stump Blaine however was that he was pretty sure that his ex-boyfriend Jerimiah wasn't even in New York and Kurt had always been little spoon, so who did this body belong to? Blaine tried to think over his most recent memory but sleep and the distraction of being dry humped was fogging his ability to recollect anything.
"Blaine." Came a sleepy voice from behind him, the sound so close to his ear.
Oh yeah.
Sam had come over last night making a big deal over Blaine's minor injury and playing the role of concerned friend, making sandwiches and generally making a mess of the kitchen. Demanding to be educated in the Harry Potter world, yet talking constantly throughout it or making Blaine shift awkwardly because of feeling Sam's eyes boring into the side of his head. Sam had been a really good friend when Blaine felt slightly upset retelling the story of when he and Jeremiah went to watch Deathly Hallows double feature, leading on to the blonde sitting patiently while Blaine slated his ex, with Sam even sharing a couple similar stories. They had both agreed that they were probably terrible boyfriends but thankful to have gotten rid of their ex's by the time either of them fell asleep. Blaine thought he may have been the one to fall asleep first, but he couldn't be certain, but it was definitely sometime into film 2 of the marathon.
And now Sam –Straight Sam- was rutting against him with a hardened crotch like a horny teenager and it made Blaine feel… not particularly sexy nor happy.
"Sam." Blaine called out, not bothering to keep his voice down. It still seemed pretty early and Kurt usually slept in until midday on a work night. "Sam, wake up." Blaine demanded, feeling trapped and claustrophobic when Sam initially tried tighten his grip around Blaine's waist. Finally the bartender flung himself off the couch and threw a pillow directly at Sam's half-conscious face.
"What the fuck?" Sam asked groggily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, his hair flying off in several directions, making him look almost juvenile. "Bit of a rude way of waking a dude, Bro."
"As is humping their back." Blaine snapped irritated. "Which you so happened to be doing to me, oh and kissing my neck."
"Sorry, alright." Sam apologized, not sounding sincere at all but seemingly more distracted with fixing his hair. "I guess I thought you were someone else. I don't sleep in close proximity to men usually."
"No, Samuel. You said my name." Blaine responded with a huff, feeling like tugging on his own hair.
"Oh." Sam replied, not even pausing in his mainstream. "but that isn't my fault, I was asleep." He shrugged and then finally looked properly at Blaine stern face. "Wait, your actually pissed about this? Dude, you're the gay one, surely if anyone was to have a probably with it, it would be me."
Blaine pushed aside the completely uneducated assumption that just because Blaine was gay and Sam was male he shouldn't have a problem with nonconsensual dry humping for a moment and instead he asked "Why would it be you?"
"Because I'm straight." Sam answered as if it were obvious and stood to his feet so he was eye level with Blaine.
"Who are you trying to convince Sam, me or yourself?" Blaine ranted, pointing an accusing finger at the hard faced blonde. "Because you haven't convinced me, I can tell you that much. Everything makes so much sense now, the looks you give me, the weird jealousy you get when I talk to Sebastian, checking in on my because of a tender wrist. You are attracted to me whether you realize it or not and I'm so sorry to burst your hetro bubble Sam, but that doesn't make you straight." His voice rose with volume towards the end of his tirade, until by the end, he was almost shouting.
Sam just looked at him harshly for a couple a heartbeats, his face turned into a snarl before declaring "You're off your fucking head." He spat with venom. "You've made up this whole fantasy in your head when all I wanted was friendship and you keep trying to push me into a relationship."
"Why in the world would I want a relationship with a prostitute for?" Blaine snapped, barely registering Sam's fallen, hurt face as he continued. "This fucking lifestyle you have has made you cold hearted and unattractive, not to mention in denial about whatever true feelings you might possess."
"So I'm back to just being a prostitute to you again, right?" Sam mumbled, hurt, anger and bitterness present in his voice.
"Don't make me out to be the bad guy here Sam, you know I think you're more than just a prostitute, and one of those things include your homosexuality or bisexuality at the least." Blaine answered, still infuriated although mental exhaustion was beginning to kick in and his shoulders began to slump and his face softened.
"I need to leave." Sam declared, refusing to look at Blaine as he picked up his coat from the floor beside the coach and walked away from Blaine.
"I think that's probably for the best." Blaine replied, not turning to watch Sam go.
He was too angry to look at the blonde at the moment and he doubted that feeling would fade any time soon, especially with Sam denying his feelings so blatantly. Blaine wasn't being bigheaded or egotistical when he called Sam out on his attraction. He had put all the pieces together the night before, some point after Dobby but before the Whomping Willow. Every interaction the two had made, in person or via text, Blaine had dissected every lingering stare and every hesitant word answered, Sebastian's theory and Santana's looks all pointed to an attraction on Sam's part. And the attraction would have been mutual had Blaine not found the denial so ugly. Blaine had watched Kurt date a closet case in the past and he was the one to pick up a broken Kurt at the end of the day, Blaine refused to put himself in that position and burden Kurt with the same problem this time round. He may not be the loudest about his sexualitly himself, but Blaine was proud of who he was and to even consider dating someone who wasn't would be stupid on a number of levels.
"Blaine?" came a familiar voice from behind him and spinning on his feet, Blaine saw a worried looking Kurt standing in the doorway. It would have been impossible for Kurt not to have passed Sam in the hallway. "I'm sorry." Kurt whispered sincerely, obviously sensing something serious was up, that didn't bode well in Blaine's corner. Kurt was intuitive, he just knew how to read Blaine in a single glance and it was that familiarity that had Blaine –instead of brushing it off- bursting into angry, sad tears as he fell into his best friends arms.
