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Chapter 12
Count Down
***Kurt's POV***
Monday
I walked up to Carol who was getting ready for breakfast in the kitchen. I brought up the subject of Sunday in a whispered voice to avoid Dad overhearing from the living room.
"Good morning, Carol. Hey, yesterday morning… I heard you had a flat tire."
My small voice startled her at first but she soon smiled like a little girl who would enjoy a secret chat. "Yeah. I was stuck, but a boy who was running helped me… Wait, how do you know about this?"
I answered her with my eyes.
"Was it him!?" She realised what I was trying to say.
"Yeah, that's him, Blaine… My boyfriend."
"Oh my gosh, really!? The one who says cocky things with a cute smile is your boyfriend? I had no idea!" Carol slapped my back with a broad smile, causing me almost topple towards the sink.
"He's exotic and so cute. He doesn't know how to speak to strangers, but I think he has a good heart. He looked like he really loves you."
My face was on fire at her words.
What did she say? What did Blaine say to her!? Now I was curious.
"You should bring him here sometime. He can have dinner here and go home. So then you can spend time with him and we can spend time with you. We miss you around here, so please do this. When you have a sleepover, I won't bug you." Carol winked at me. She was really funny. "But!" She turned and pointed at my nose, her index finger touching it. "Violence isn't right! Blaine's cheek was swollen. I know you did it. Why did you slap him that hard?"
"I… It was…" The event yesterday morning started playing fast in my mind. I did it because he teased me that I pretended to be a cat and I was so embarrassed. And it was actually a punch rather than a slap. "We had a… fight…."
Since I answered miserably and awkwardly with a flushed face, Carol probably took a hint.
"Don't get carried away too much," she said, kissing me on the cheek.
Then my phone in my jeans pocket vibrated. I thought it was Blaine but it was a blocked number and it stopped right away. I wondered who it was, but I put the phone back in my pocket and forgot about it.
… … …
The interaction week with Dalton Academy, which I was looking for, started this afternoon. We gathered together in the auditorium and showed the performances to each other.
The Warblers had so many more members other than the four who came last week, so I was surprised, but they looked like they were close and I could clearly see it through their performance too.
This was the first time I saw Blaine sing. I instantly regretted making fun of it, saying it would be his show. I had goosebumps while I was witnessing his overwhelming presence and powers of expressions.
Rachel was watching it with a grim look, sitting next to me, holding my sweaty hands into her also sweaty ones. "I wish he would change school to McKinley for you…"
"He wouldn't," I replied.
Although we kept our conversation, our eyes were glued to the performance. As he had told me before, he was looking at me almost all the time. The New Directions noticed his eyes and they all looked at me with a wry grin.
I had to talk to him about this later… My face felt so warm.
My phone in my jeans pocket vibrated again. After the Warblers' performance and applause, I checked it, but it was another blocked number.
It was the second time today…
But people made mistakes. They would dial the wrong number, realise it and cut off after one call. Even if it kept ringing, I wouldn't have answered anyway as it was a blocked number.
"Hey, how was our performance?" Blaine sat down next to me as if it was a natural thing to do, while every other team was sitting in groups.
"Well, your team is sitting over there, so you should go over there. It's our turn now and you'll be sat here all by yourself."
"I know that. But how was it?" Blaine asked again.
He was a bit out of breath after the performance and had sweat on his forehead.
"It was amazing. You are… so unfair," I told him.
"What? Why?"
"You have charisma which grabs hearts of people who watch you. Really… annoying."
"What do you mean annoying!?"
It meant everyone would annoyingly admire you both in good and bad ways.
It was almost our turn. Finn told me to go and we stood on the stage. Blaine went over the Warblers seats and sat down next to Nick. He was smirking and talking to Nick, pointing at me.
It was difficult… He was making this very difficult! Fuck, Blaine!
However, once the intro of the song started, I made a suddenly changed into a performer. In fact, there was no my proper solo, but a chase, so I was able to let Blaine hear my singing voice.
With a more up-tempo song than the one the Warblers chose, we ended up doing better than our practice and we hugged each other for a joy.
Finn did so well on his turns, which he said he wasn't good at. He must've practiced at home.
As I went to him and hugged him to congratulate, Blaine was giving a death glare from afar.
After our performances were finished, we took a little break. Blaine sat down next to me with an annoyed look. It seemed like he wanted to give me a piece of his mind.
"Wasn't it too much?" He asked.
"Finn's not good at dancing, but he did the turn he couldn't do during the practice! It was awesome!" I replied excitedly.
Everyone else tapped Finn's shoulders, being happy for him. Finn had a smug face and revealed that he secretly practiced in the garage.
"You were really great!" I told him again.
"You should give me some compliments too!"
"What? Oh, yeah, you did great, too, Blaine."
Because I applauded Finn a lot, Blaine looked so unamused, it was as if a child who was seeking attention for his effort. He lacked spirit and was grumpy. I found it funny and laughed silently. He was still pouting.
"I'll praise you later, so just smile," I told him.
"Praise me until I'm ecstatic."
"You're like a child!"
"Shut up, or I'll fuck you!"
"You idiot! You're thinking of yourself only! I sang a little too, how about giving me some comments on that, huh!?" With that, my fist hit Blaine's forehead so hard that its sound almost could be heard.
Everyone who saw it was bewildered.
"It looks like you guys are doing a comedy skit," Mercedes said with a laugh.
My phone vibrated.
As I startled, Blaine noticed and asked what was wrong, rubbing the forehead I hit.
"Nothing…"
"But I heard the vibration," Blaine retorted.
"It's nothing. It stopped quickly, I guess it was a wrong number."
"Right, it happens. I wanna put something in my mouth now…"
It looked like Blaine wanted to smoke. Glancing over at him, I was starting to wonder who the mysterious caller was.
… … …
After school, we went to Blaine's apartment together as usual.
I started to prepare dinner right away and Blaine's home phone rang. It was my first time I heard it ring actually. As I was oddly sensitive to the phone rings today, I realised I got a cold sweat while Blaine was turning his back to me.
"Hello? Oh, Cooper," Blaine answered.
It was Blaine's brother. I was relieved to find it someone I knew.
"What? My phone? Oh yeah, it's dead. I must've used too many apps."
Blaine was quiet after that for a while, focusing on listening to his brother.
He sighed and said with a depressing tone. "Really? Okay… I'll leave tomorrow morning. Bye." He let out another sigh after hanging up. His eyes caught mine and he forced to smile, but it looked painful.
"My grandma suddenly passed away from a heart attack. I have to leave here for three days."
I pulled him, who was sadly dropping his shoulders, in my arms and rubbed his back. "That's hard… Judging from your reaction, I assume she cared for you a lot."
"Yeah. In fact, she gave me this apartment. She favoured me over my brother, so she did it for me to celebrate my admission to Dalton."
"What!?"
Real estate to celebrate an admission to a high school? What the hell?
Blaine was quiet for a while because of his grandma's sudden passing, but by dinner time, he had regained his calm attitude. We talked mindlessly and he enjoyed eating my food as always.
"Carol said we should eat alone when we have a sleepover and for other times, we should eat at my house together," I told Blaine about Carol's idea from this morning.
"You mean I go to your house?"
"Yeah. She knows you live alone and you don't cook. I'd love that too if you like the idea."
"Because you don't want to cook for me or…?"
"It's not like that! I love cooking for you. But it's also the fact that I'm spending less time with my family. Plus it looked like Carol really liked you. So I thought it would be nice if you could get along with my dad too."
"Don't expect me to use proper language with him though."
"I'll tell him about it, but be respectful. I definitely don't want my family to hate you."
"Right… Considering the future, I should do my best not to ruin my plan…"
"What plan?"
"You don't have to know that."
"You're weird."
We cleaned the kitchen together before sitting down on the couch to relax. I had coffee Blaine made for me, while he was smoking.
The cigarette he was smoking was flavoured with coconut milk. The room was filled with the sweet smoke and we spent a bit of quality time together.
"I can't believe we can't see each other for three days starting tomorrow." Blaine sucked my neck, making me throw my head back.
"But there's nothing we can do…"
As soon as I straddled his lap, Blaine's hands flew to my ass and started to knead it. He said he loved my ass.
Gee, the way he touched it was always obscene.
"Don't cheat on me," he told me.
"What about yourself? You're the least trustworthy one here."
"That's harsh."
"You can fuck me a lot the way you like today until I feel like I don't even want to cheat."
He gave me a lip-sucking kiss and pulled away. He then said with a serious look. "Do the cat again, please?"
I was stunned with all my heart and soul.
I wouldn't do the cat again!
… … …
The sex was so intense and sensual that Blaine couldn't stop smirking after that. We took a shower together and I was reluctantly getting ready to go home.
Blaine wrapped his arms around me from behind, half naked. "Thanks for meeting my request. Cat you was so cute… Fuck, I could cum just from that."
"You… You idiot! Really. I didn't need your comment on that." I was so embarrassed that I felt like I wanted to punch him in the stomach.
Once I started to feel good during sex, I became loose and I loved to be provoked, even though that was not what I wanted… I thought my body and mind went crazy.
Blaine held me tighter in front of the front door.
As I reciprocated the action, my fingers on his back touched the finger-nail-mark I left yesterday.
"Ow," Blaine blurted out.
"I'm sorry, it's quite deep."
"Don't worry," he pressed our foreheads together and stared at me. "I'll call you… Make sure you answer it."
"I will."
"Stay home."
"You won't be here, so I'll be a good boy and stay home."
"… I love you."
"I love you too."
We kissed deeply before I left Blaine's apartment.
"Don't come downstairs to see me off or I won't be able to leave… Bye."
"Alright. See you in three days."
"Yes."
We both waved a little and that was it.
Blaine looked slightly lonely. I felt the same way.
… … …
Tuesday
Blaine sent me a text in the morning.
- I'm leaving now. Safe trip to school. Don't cheat on me. Make sure you answer my calls. Text me on your every break. I love you.
I didn't know where to start… Why every line except the first and the last ones was the imperative form?
I could tell he was possessive. He used to say that he wouldn't get attached to people when we first met.
It meant I changed him that much…
With that thought, I felt my face was on fire.
I had to reply to him. But the thing was that I didn't find this text was stupid.
- Bye. I remember your grandma's place is quite far. Safe drive. I love you too.
I received another text from him within a minute.
- Where are the answers for 'Don't cheat on me. Make sure to answer my calls. Text me on your every break'?
"Is he for real!?" Dumbfounded, I threw my cell at the bed, then it received another text. I was somewhat tired of it, but I read it anyway.
- Wish the three days passed already. Bye.
It was a simple text with his selfie.
He was wearing a black knit cap, pulling it down over his eyes with elongated glasses. It looked like he took it in the car park of his apartment. He had this dorky face with his round big eyes.
I thought it was cute, his beautiful eyes were reflecting the sunlight and shining stunningly. Seeing this morning's Blaine made me happy. I should send one too. Closing my eyes, I took a picture of myself.
I checked the picture and was shocked.
What the fuck was this sticky sweet face!? Did I look like this all the time?
I debated if I should send it but sent it anyway jokingly as half harassment with a message 'Good-bye kiss.'
While I was regretting how pathetic I was after sending the message, the reply came right away.
With the message of another 'Bye' and his kissing face. It was only his nose and around his chin but his slightly opened mouth looked so seductive… my cock reacted.
What the hell were we doing from the morning!? I mean it was me!
I must've been crazy. Blaine's perversion was contagious!
My phone vibrated again. What now, Blaine? I looked at the screen with a bitter smile but it was a blocked number.
And like yesterday, it stopped soon.
Who was it…?
I came down the stairs and said hello to my family in the living room. Finn seemed like he already left for the football practice.
"I'm going to school. Blaine isn't around here for three days because of his grandma's funeral, so I'll come straight home after Glee," I told them.
"You look sad. But this is going to be our first family time in a while, I'll cook your favourite for dinner." Carol rubbed my cheek, sympathising my lonely feeling without my boyfriend, making me feel appreciated.
I lowered my voice and chatted with her. "I told him about having dinner here. I think he'll come here to eat after he comes back."
"I told your dad about it too. He looked uncomfortable but didn't reject the idea. So let's start from there. It'll be a good opportunity for them to get to know each other."
Carol and I smirked at one another and I left home.
The brightness of the blue sky hurt my eyes but it felt good. As I walked towards my car in front of the garage while looking up the sky, I noticed a familiar car was parked across the street. I started walking to the car and as I expected, Blaine came out of it.
He approached to me, wearing the same outfit from the selfie earlier.
"Did you know where I lived…?" I asked.
"I asked Finn. I wanted to surprise you. I was about to go straight to my grandma's, but… I wanted to see you."
Was it because I sent him my selfie? What would I do… I didn't expect I could see him today, so I was really happy. "Can you make it on time?"
"I'll drive up to my brother's condo, and then he'll drive the rest. A long drive is just boring."
While I was staring at him wearing the glasses, he made the same silly face as his selfie. "What? You like what you're seeing?"
"Well… Yeah. I love you wearing the glasses. The frame suits you well."
Blaine looked down, blushed. "Don't look at me like that… I can't kiss you or hold your hand here."
"Sorry…"
"To be honest, I don't wanna leave you because I worry about you."
"Like I said, it's fine. If something happens, I'll let you know."
We stared at each other a little while and smiled sweetly.
"Okay, I'm going," he declared.
"Bye."
He gave me a quick hug and a quick kiss before getting in the car, leaving me surprised. "I don't think anyone saw it. Bye."
I held back from laughing and waved at him. He peeled out in his car and he was gone. My cheek was still warm.
Bye, Blaine…
We had parted before I could tell him about multiple calls from the blocked number after all. Well, it didn't matter. I had to deal with my business by myself.
… … …
At school, I texted Blaine during every break to talk about what we were doing with pictures.
"What are you smirking, Kurt? You look creepy," Rachel came in to the choir room and teased me.
"What do you mean by creepy, Rachel!?"
"I know you and your boyfriend are exchanging selfies, that's why you're smirking, isn't it? I saw you eagerly playing with your phone earlier after a class. I know."
Mercedes joined us and they sat either side of me.
It was almost the time for the Warblers to come.
Knowing there was no Blaine there, my heart dropped suddenly.
Today's program was duets. A pair would be selected in a lottery, so I didn't know if we would be paired, but I wanted to sing with him for once.
By thinking that, I was bummed out.
The Warblers arrived and the room suddenly felt cramped. The hot air made it difficult to breathe, and a group of men made the air cloudy. I thought they would be in trouble without a lead vocal, but on the contrary, they looked fine.
Right. The lead vocal didn't matter since day two because the performers would be selected in a lottery.
Sebastian and Nick came to me.
"Well? You must be lonely," Nick asked in a joking tone.
"He stopped by at my house this morning. We text each other with selfies in every break, thank you very much," I answered.
"Oh? I'll text him too. Kurt, come closer and take a selfie together," Sebastian put his arm around my shoulder and took a picture. Wasn't his face too close to mine? "Sent it."
"Blaine will kill Sebastian," Rachel-who saw it-whispered into Mercedes' ear.
My phone vibrated. Not Sebastian's. Mine.
- How do I look?
It was Blaine with a picture of him in a dark colored suit.
"So handsome…" I blurted out. Suit plus glasses were THE. BEST.
"He's completely ignoring Sebastian," Nick was laughing, with his shoulders shaking. "That must've made him furious."
The background of the picture seemed like the preparation for the ceremony. Since Blaine's full-body was appeared in the picture, I assume his brother might've taken this one.
- Very very dreamy! Talk to you later.
The second day of the interaction week had finished. It was a shame that I lost in a drawing for a duet. I hope I could win a solo for a group performance tomorrow.
There were few duets today and particularly the one of Sebastian and Finn was fun. They were both tall, almost the same height, but Finn's dance was rough and that was amusing.
They looked they were having a blast.
While I was walking to the parking, chatting with my friends, I felt something hit in my head, causing a pain and I touched my head.
"Kurt!" Rachel said, almost screaming.
I pulled my hand off from my head. It was a yellow liquid and a clear and sticky liquid dripping off, with crushed shells tangled with my hair. "Egg…?"
Finn, Rachel, Mercedes, Nick, Sebastian and Jeff all at once looked around.
As the sun was going down and we couldn't see far so much, we couldn't identify where the egg was thrown from and who did it.
But one thing was clear. They aimed at me… Having had the calls from the blocked number since yesterday, it gave me a little shiver.
"What the hell was that!? Why did someone throw an egg at him!?" Finn was showing his anger, popping a vein between his temples.
"It's okay. It's just a raw egg. If it was a boiled egg, I might've had to go to the hospital though." I said as casually as possible.
"Don't say that!" Rachel looked seriously furious. She started to take out the shells carefully from my hair.
"We have to tell Blaine…" Nick took out his phone but I stopped him.
"Don't. I think it's the middle of his grandma's viewing. We can't call him just because of this. I'll talk to him later."
"Who did this to Kurt!?" Mercedes was also taking out the shells from my hair, quivering from anger.
"…It's my fault." Sebastian, who was standing behind us, murmured with a pale face.
"No, it's not," I told him.
"What do you mean?" Finn asked us, glaring at me and Sebastian back and forth and demanding an explanation.
Sebastian opened his mouth but I blocked it again. "Don't tell him!"
"Say it!" Finn pushed Sebastian's shoulder.
"It's not his fault and it's nothing to do with anyone here. Don't worry about it," I reassured everyone.
"Kurt! You're the victim here. If you have any ideas who did this, you should tell us!" Rachel urged me an answer.
Sebastian seemed like he didn't know what to do and looked at me worried.
"Don't say anything, Sebastian. It's okay, I'm fine. It's just a raw egg. It doesn't hurt me."
If I told everyone why I was targeted, the story about Blaine's past was inevitable.
Since the Warblers already knew about his past, they could've guessed what this was all about. As if to approve that, Nick and Jeff didn't say anything.
My friends of the New Direction didn't need to know about it. Blaine was clumsy but affectionate. He loved only me now. That was why I didn't want people to judge him just from his past.
Please don't ask me anymore…
Once I got to my car, I saw it was scratched with something sharp.
FAG
The word didn't matter. I knew who I was and it wouldn't hurt me. …But my body was shaking.
How did they know this was my car?
Who was it?
Who the hell were you!?
Suddenly a crying face I saw at Scandals came across my mind.
And what Sebastian said was repeated in my head.
He was crying and raving.
I didn't want to think about it.
Since I went quiet, everyone's face was frozen at the situation.
I couldn't make it a bigger deal, and I managed to talk them into go home, including unconvinced Rachel.
There were Finn and Sebastian left.
"…Kurt."
"Sebastian, if you tell Blaine about this, Iwill punch you," I warned Sebastian, who had sneaked up behind me without a sound.
He still had a saddened look and it looked painful.
"I'll protect you until Blaine comes back," he announced to me.
"What? You don't have to do that. Nobody asked you that. Hey, Finn! Don't tell anything to Dad and Carol! I'll explain later!" I told Finn who was about to get in the car, frowned before turning back to Sebastian. "It's okay. It's not really your fault. Being with Blaine also means that I had to prepare for something like this."
"…Didn't they do anything besides this?"
I flinched at his words and Sebastian didn't miss it.
He sighed and said. "They did, didn't they? Tell me."
"No they didn't. I'm tired. I wanna go home now."
"Kurt! Kurt, wait!" As I tried to open the door of my car, he stopped me. "I don't want Blaine to worry about you when he's back, so please let me protect you from any other dangers!"
"Why!? I told you it was not your fault so many times!"
"I… I wanna protect you!"
"What!? I'm not so weak that you have to protect me. Don't mock me, Sebastian!"
"I'm not mocking you! I know you were shaking earlier. You say tough things, but you're actually scared inside. After seeing you like this, I can't leave you alone."
I didn't want anyone to know that I was shaking, but he knew. If I looked at his eyes, I knew he wasn't joking or teasing me as he always did. His kindness was too much. While I was trying to let people around me not worry by pretending to be brave, Sebastian was seeing what was behind it: my vulnerability.
"Blaine's coming back in two days. I'm fine. Thank you, Sebastian," I said, with calmer voice, appreciating that he was worried about me.
"I wonder if Blaine is fine…"
"He didn't say anything, so I think he's fine." I averted my eyes from his and smiled, and then Sebastian's finger touched my cheek, catching me off guard.
"I… really worry about you."
"Y-Yeah. Thanks." That made my heart beat fast. He was staring at me with such a serious face that I felt uncomfortable and I grabbed his hand to shake it off my face. "I don't think this is appropriate."
"Your cheek is soft and fluffy."
What was going on with him? Was this really Sebastian? He was a different person!
"Call me when you get home. You know my number, right? Just call me to let me know you get home safe," he demanded.
"I'm telling you, I'm fine."
"Just do it, okay!?"
His sudden strong tone startled me. He then said awkwardly, "I mean… Please. Call me."
I felt it was annoying that he worried about me too much, but if I didn't let him do whatever he wanted to do until he felt better, he probably would worry more.
I wanted to go home now, so I agreed with him. "Fine. I'll call you. Bye, Sebastian."
"Shall I pick you up tomorrow?"
Seeing my jaded face, he said it was a joke and left.
Once I got home, I called Sebastian as I promised, and talked for about half an hour for some reason. Apparently he would call the escort service again tonight and have fun with Justin. Because he asked me if I wanted to come over, I hung up without a word.
What a nerve!
Where did the prince-esque Sebastian from earlier go?
He was once again a playboy!
I didn't understand him…
… … …
Wednesday
My phone started ringing. I pressed it against my ear and answered. "…Who is this…?"
"Hi. …You must've been sleeping. Sorry for waking you up."
"Blaine?"
"Yup. By the way, it's four in the morning."
I said nothing.
"Don't go back to sleep! It's your boyfriend calling."
"Well… Thanks for your effort…?"
"Haha. Sorry, but I have time to talk only in the early morning."
"You sound busy." If I kept lying down, my eyelids were closing, so I sat up and leant against the headboard.
"I wanted to call you last night but couldn't spare time. If I heard your voice, I wouldn't want to hang up so quickly…"
"That's why it's early. Did you sleep a little?"
"Kind of." After a little silence, he spoke again. "How was yesterday?"
"I didn't win a lottery for the duet. The pair of Finn and Sebastian was funny… And it's weird not to go to your apartment."
"Why are you sounding like you're reading a list? You're weird," Blaine was laughing on the other end of the line. I felt more lonely because I couldn't be with him and he wasn't be here beside me and a tear almost dropped.
Don't let him know my weakness… I'm fine.
I'm fine… I'm fine…
"I told my brother about you," Blaine spoke.
I felt my heart beat a little faster. "I hope you didn't say something strange."
"What strange things? Like you love sex with a bit of pain?"
"I-If you told him such things, I'd bite my tongue and die!"
"Hahaha, I didn't say that." After he laughed, he suddenly went quiet.
I waited for his words, tilting my head.
I worried if Cooper said something negative about our relationship.
"He invited us for dinner sometime. Will you meet him, right?"
I felt relieved at that, thinking it was okay to take it as a positive.
It was positive, right?
"Really? I'd love to. But I feel nervous seeing him. Does he look like you?"
"No. He's handsome, smart and great at his job. He'll take over dad's business. His fiancé is beautiful and his future is bright. On the other hand, his brother Blaine lives a freewheeling life without parental restriction, and he is an asshole who used to sleep with anyone easily. My parents have no idea how playboy I was. I've seen them for the first time in a long time."
"The Anderson is at full strength. It's good for you to see your parents."
"They looked busy to deal with people who came to the viewing last night and we didn't have time to talk. So after the funeral today, I'm planning on talking to them about you."
My heart skipped a beat again. Would we get an official approval from his parents? Just by imagining it, I started to feel excited. "Tell them about my good images."
"Of course. This is my boyfriend I'll tell them about. Don't worry."
"Can I really trust you?" I said teasingly.
"Yeah. When I'll see them next, it will be like after three years. I tell them now, and when I can introduce you to them in person in the future, that will make a good appeal of our seriousness."
I couldn't react at his words right away.
Three years was the near future but he was thinking of being together with me for that long and that made me so happy.
I wanted to go to him to say my feelings face to face but I couldn't. If I couldn't say something, I would snuggle up to him and hold his hand, but I couldn't do those either… nor kiss him, for now.
It was only three days but for me, it was very long.
It made me feel like this being apart from each other would become normal.
I knew he would be coming back to me…
Without Blaine being here with me, I was this vulnerable and fragile.
"Don't cheat on me and just come home," I said, looking up the ceiling to stop the tears from falling down.
"I won't. Am I that untrustworthy?"
"That's me just missing you. I wanna see you so bad."
"Same. Hearing your voice isn't helping. I wanna hold you too."
"So, are you coming home tomorrow night?"
"I hope so."
"Can I stay in your apartment and wait for you? If Dad says ok, that is."
"Seriously?"
"I might be sleeping though… I just wanna be the first one who says welcome back to you."
Blaine didn't say anything.
"I… You don't like it someone is at home when the owner of the apartment isn't?"
"It's not that! I'm so moved. When I come home, you won't be able to sleep. I would fuck you all night. What would you do? If that's ok with you, come to the apartment."
"That's fine. So, just come home."
Especially in this restless situation, I would need you even more than usual.
But I would hold on until I saw you.
I wanted to tell you my anxieties while you spoiled me and held me.
"The sun is coming up…"
"Yeah…"
"Kurt?"
"What?"
"Kuurrt."
"What is it?"
Suddenly Blaine called my name with a sweet tone.
When he did these things, I usually knew what he was thinking.
"Do you want to do some phone sex?"
"Hahaha, I don't."
See? I knew it was coming.
"Let's do it"
"No. We won't."
What was his seductive voice about?
I could easily detect your intentions.
To avoid my voice escaping from my room, I pulled the blanket over me and stroked my cock. "Mmm… Are you doing it too, Blaine?"
"Yup."
Jeez. He sounded cool. My cock was already quite wet.
"You're mimicking the way I stroke you, aren't you? Rub the tip with your thumb now."
My hips involuntarily moved, making the bed creak a lot. I was missing something inside and was dying to moan loudly.
"Are you feeling good? You can touch your hole too." I was listening to him while listening to the wet sound I made by stroking my cock in the small space under the blanket. "You want my cock inside you, don't you? You have to stretch yourself first."
I grabbed my ass cheek from behind. My body perfectly mastered how Blaine would touch me, and I knew what he would do now: he loved my ass, so he would bite it sweetly, or knead it dirtily. Since I couldn't reproduce something using his mouth, I copied the way of his lewd touching, and I threw my head back with a cry.
"Finger yourself."
As he directed, I inserted my finger in after knocking the entrance a few times. The inside was narrow but squeezed tightly, swallowing my finger fast.
"Wow… It goes inside more and more… Ah…"
"I know… It feels so good and… I feel like I lose my shit quickly…" Blaine's breathing was becoming rough and shallow.
"I… I'm feeling dizzy…"
"You're getting lack of oxygen. Put your head out of the blanket."
When I did that, my lungs were filled with the fresh air right away. But I kept moving my finger in and out. "B-Blaine… I can't stop my voice…"
"Bite the blanket," his cold voice sent me a shiver straight to my cock. "Do you think you can cum?"
"Yeah… If I keep stroking. But with the hole, I need you, Blaine…"
Blaine shut up for a moment. I could provoke you too, you know.
"Alright. Let's get off together."
"Are… are you stroking with the same tightness as my inside?"
"Of course. It's a little tight at the entrance and I could cum only by the tip of my cock inside. I'm stroking, remembering that…"
I moaned.
"I wonder what kind of taste your cum is today. Is it sweet, bitter or a bit salty?"
"I… I don't know."
"You… sometimes taste bitter."
"Stop…" I was feeling hot and sweating a little. Kicking the blanket, I pumped my cock, which was pointing towards my belly button, hard from many angles, making my hips jerk upwards.
"How do I taste…?" With a sexy sigh, Blaine whispered. It was like my ear was being raped by his voice, I could cum just from it.
"Bitter, I guess."
He laughed through his nose. "I wanna know how you look right now, touching yourself. I bet it's so dirty. Hey, you just licked your lips, didn't you?"
"Fuck…" I couldn't stop myself from making noises.
I turned over, pressed my face against the sheets and moaned there.
"Are you okay?"
"I… I wanna scream…" I complained, half crying, and he laughed again at the other end. My cock became even harder. "Blaine… I'm gonna… cum."
"Shit, me too…"
After a little strong strokes, I soon shot my load.
The cum was spattered from between my fingers, wetting the sheets.
"Kurt… I'm coming home tomorrow," I was listening to Blaine while I was gasping for breath. "Seriously… I wanna see you fucking already."
"I'm waiting."
"We'll see each other tomorrow night. You better try hard to convince your dad and wait in my bed."
"Yeah…" I smirked naturally at his words.
"I love you, Kurt."
"I love you too, Blaine."
"I love you…"
This was the last word from him who loved me.
To Be Continued