Blaine's texts
Kurt's texts
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Something had to be said for Blaine's determination, he was persistent in his pursuit of Kurt's attention. Kurt shook his head as his phone yet again pinged with a new message. He glanced at it where it sat on the counter next to him, too busy making dinner to pick it up.
The boys were playing in the living room, actually being extremely patient right now. It was a Saturday and Kurt had already taken both of his boys out for breakfast and then they all spent the rest of the morning and some of the afternoon at the beach.
Kurt hadn't been called in for work, so he had taken the opportunity to spend more time with his boys. It wasn't often that he got a whole day with them, and he had also decided to book some time off in a couple months to take the boys to D.C to see their grandpa.
The other thing that had been going on all day was that Blaine kept texting. It wasn't irritating Kurt as much as he thought it might. Which was a surprise.
As he called Eric and Andrew into the kitchen for dinner, he turned to open his last text.
What are you up to now?
Kurt rolled his eyes slightly as he sat down at the table with his boys, before typing out his response.
Having dinner now, are you really that bored that you have to text me all day?
He placed his phone down and tried to ignore it for now, and focused his attention on the twins.
"So..." he started and both of their heads tilted up from their plates to look at him, "I spoke to Grandpa Burt today, how do you guys feel about taking a trip down to see him in a couple months?"
Maybe Kurt should have waited until they weren't eating to tell them, he could have possibly avoided getting sprayed with chewed food.
"Oh my god!"
"Grandpa! Yeah I want to see Grandpa!"
"Road trip!"
Kurt was too busy trying to wipe off his shirt, and then the table to quell their excitement, but he had to laugh at their enthusiasm. They didn't really see Burt a lot, being a Senator now made him extremely busy, and the fact that he lived 2 states away.
But even though they didn't see him a lot, they adored him. He was their favourite grandpa.
His phone pinged again when the boys were talking amongst themselves about what they would be doing when they went to D.C, and Kurt picked it up to look at the message.
Are you busy tonight?
Kurt smirked a little as he replied.
Once the boys go to bed, no. Why?
It didn't take long for a response to come back, and he had to laugh at it.
Want to meet up?
Kurt shook his head as he read that over and over again, obviously this is where the benefits come in now, but he didn't understand why Blaine couldn't actually ask right out whether they could fuck tonight.
He was still giggling slightly as he sent a message back.
You mean fuck right?
Well...I didn't want to seem rude.
The boys got up from the table once they were finished with their dinner, and placed their plates into the dishwasher, and Kurt told them they could have some ice-cream if they wanted to, which obviously they did, so once they had disappeared with the ice-cream and some spoons, he decided to call Blaine instead.
"What time?" Kurt said as soon as Blaine picked up, not giving him a chance to say hello.
"Erm...9?" Blaine asked a little nervously and Kurt had to sigh a little.
"My place or yours?" He asked and they both paused to think about that option again, it would be different from last time, but still Kurt never wanted him to be around when the boys were here.
"I can come to yours, and then I'll leave if you want me too." Blaine said and Kurt hummed a little first.
"Maybe you could come over for a drink or two before they go to bed, then they won't really be shocked if you stay." Kurt explained quickly, and Blaine laughed a little down the line.
"Are you inviting me to stay?"
"If you're going to be an ass about it, forget it-" Kurt said adding a little snip to his voice that made Blaine stop laughing.
"No, no, ok, I'll stay." Blaine said apologetically and Kurt nearly laughed at the shakiness of his voice now.
"The boys go to bed at 8:30, so you can come around whenever."
"Alright I'll leave soon."
"Ok, see you soon."
"Bye Kurt."
Now Kurt had a problem. He just invited Blaine to stay. What the fuck was wrong with him? And what was he going to tell the boys?
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The boys were a little inquisitive of Blaine, asking how he knew their father and how long they had been friends for, and why they hadn't seen him around. Blaine was great with answering their questions, even though Kurt had to roll his eyes when they gasped at finding out Blaine was a firefighter.
The questions soon turned away from their friendship and focused on Blaine's job. The boys seemed to be fascinated by Blaine's stories of some huge building fires. Their questions simmered down as they started getting tired, and Kurt put a movie on the television for them to zone out in front of for a while, and gestured for Blaine to follow him into the kitchen.
"Sorry about that." He said as he sat at the kitchen table and offered Blaine a seat too.
"Don't worry, I have a daughter remember? I'm used to answering questions about my job." Blaine waved away Kurt's apology and sat opposite him with a smile.
"But I bet you don't get questions about friendships?"
"Not usually, but then my daughter isn't usually around when I have 'friends' over." Blaine smirked and air quoted the word friends, making Kurt laugh.
"So I take it, that she is at her mother's again?"
"Yep, she left this afternoon actually."
"...ok, I don't understand something," Kurt suddenly said and Blaine gestured for him to continue, "if you like taking it up the ass, why did you marry a woman?"
Blaine choked out a laugh at the sudden questioning, and Kurt chuckled along with him at how he had worded the actual question.
"Sorry, I don't have a filter when I'm tired." Kurt said and Blaine shrugged.
"It's ok, and to be honest, she was the first person I slept with, so I didn't really know that I like, as you said, taking it up the ass, until I was divorced." Blaine explained, and Kurt felt a little ashamed of his question, which Blaine easily caught by his expression, and he placed a hand out to take Kurt's across the table, "hey, don't worry."
"I just can't actually believe I just bluntly asked a question so personal and crude, I'm sorry."
"Hey, I'll answer any question you have." Blaine told him with a smile and Kurt nodded gratefully, but something was stuck in his mind and he had to ask.
"Why did you get divorced?"
"She cheated on me...for the 5th time, and enough was enough."
"Oh." Kurt's eyes widened at that, because he couldn't imagine anyone wanting something different to the gorgeous, brave, compassionate and sexy man before him, "I don't understand."
Blaine tilted his head in confusion, which made Kurt swallow hard, because damn did he look cute when he was patiently waiting fro an explanation.
"What don't you understand?"
"How someone could cheat on somebody like you." Kurt said with a slight flush creeping into his cheeks, and Blaine furrowed his brows a little, but smiled at Kurt.
"...like me?" He asked, and Kurt looked down at his lips, a grin spreading there, and then looked back into Blaine's eyes with a sigh.
"Brave, handsome, smart, compassionate, sexy...I mean how-?"
Blaine chuckled a little at that, and Kurt found himself blushing. Blaine somehow made him turn into a teenager again. What was the matter with him today?
"Thanks, but I guess she wanted something different."
"Something other than perfect?" Kurt asked and again Blaine grinned at him, showing all of his white teeth, and Kurt immediately felt his insides melt.
"I'm far from perfect, Kurt."
"I beg to differ Mr Anderson."
Blaine eyes turned dark as Kurt's voice dropped to a lower register and their clasped hands squeezed at each other, and Kurt shook his head to rid himself of dirty thoughts, before he stood and called to the boys that it was bed time. He gave a wink to Blaine as he walked out of the kitchen to get the kids to bed, all of them shouting a goodnight to Blaine as they walked past.
Kurt was literally vibrating with want as he followed the boys up to their room, and he had to push down the fire inside his stomach as he tucked them in.
It didn't take long at all until they were both asleep, and he took in a few deep breaths before descending the stairs back to Blaine.
Blaine was waiting for him in the living room, and Kurt gulped loudly as he turned to smirk at him from the couch. Kurt rounded the couch and sat down with him, he had no idea why he felt so flustered, they've had sex before, but somehow Kurt felt a little different.
Maybe it was because it wasn't a one night stand, and they were actually trying to be friends, he didn't know. Blaine made it extremely easy for him to forget all of those feelings though, as soon as he sat down, he was being pushed into the couch cushions as Blaine lay on top of him and brought their lips together.
Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth as their tongues slid together, and Blaine answered with a low groan of his own.
Kurt broke his lips away from Blaine's for a breath, and Blaine slid his lips down Kurt's jaw, bringing a hand up to cup the back of Kurt's neck, and laving his tongue along the column of the pale neck beneath him. Kurt groaned again and his hips jerked up into Blaine's.
"So, I guess the conversation is over then, Mr Anderson?" Kurt said as Blaine's big warm hands disappeared up under his shirt, tugging at the button holes from the inside.
"I guess so," Blaine mumbled into his collarbone before looking up at him, tugging his shirt up and bending to take a nipple into his mouth, causing Kurt to buck up into him again, "unless you want me to stop."
"Don't you dare." Kurt said as he gripped the back of Blaine's shirt and started tugging at it.
"Thought so." Blaine laughed as he slid out of his shirt, and then managed to undo and remove Kurt's, throwing them both on the floor before attacking the warm pale chest underneath him, with his lips and tongue and teeth.
Kurt whined a little as Blaine slid down his body, mouthing at his nipples on the way, and then swirling his tongue around the muscles in Kurt's abdomen before fingers and teeth were tugging relentlessly at his jeans.
Kurt chuckled a little as he felt Blaine's fingers undo the button of his jeans, but then Blaine was sliding the zipper down with his teeth and Kurt felt like he could spontaneously combust with how hot it was.
"You're clean right?" Blaine asked suddenly and Kurt's fuzzy brain only just managed to catch the implication and he nodded.
"Yeah, I was tested like 4 months ago...you?" Kurt asked as Blaine just grinned at him and tugged down Kurt's underwear and waistband of his jeans.
"We have to go for physicals and blood tests every 6 months, so yeah I am too." Blaine explained and managed to pull Kurt's jeans and underwear off completely and Blaine took a moment to gaze at the perfect pale figure laid out on the couch for his taking.
"So...why did you ask?" Kurt asked while Blaine was staring at him with that dark gaze again, and it made his pulse race a little more.
"Because I want to suck your cock, and I want to taste you." Blaine explained as he brought a hand out to wrap around one of Kurt's pale thighs, squeezing the flesh slightly.
"You want me to come in your mouth?" Kurt could hardly breath as his thoughts went back to dirty, and he imagined what it would be like to shoot in Blaine's throat.
"Yeah, I do, I want that...can I?" Blaine was mumbling as he knelt down between Kurt's open legs now, and he looked up at him with a dark, molten gaze and Kurt could only nod his head as Blaine's face came closer to his cock.
All coherency lost him as he felt Blaine's plump pink lips wrap around his cock, and he bucked up slightly into that hot, wet cavern.
Blaine groaned around him, and Kurt felt the vibration from it travel up and down his spine, and through his legs. It was intense, and Blaine was incredible at it. Blaine bobbed his head a little faster and Kurt's breathing was picking up speed. He slowly ran a hand down his abdomen, and lightly traced his fingertips around his cock, feeling along Blaine's lips too, as they stretched around it, and then dragging his fingers up over Blaine's cheek and then wrapping in his hair.
Blaine seemed to sigh slightly when Kurt's fingers tugged at his hair, and he slid down a little, swallowing Kurt deeper until his cock was nudging at the opening of his throat. Kurt was trying to grasp at Blaine's hair with one hand and the couch with the other, trying to keep himself grounded, but the pleasure of such a simple act was so intense and wonderful, he had a problem hanging on to reality.
The pleasure swept him up and cocooned him, the vibrations from Blaine's own moans and humming, going right through his spine every time. He writhed as Blaine tilted his head slightly, and let the head of Kurt's cock slip into his throat, the muscles constricting around it making Kurt see stars.
He was already so close.
His hips started undulating of their own accord, and Kurt's mind was blank, just focused on the pleasure of the feeling and chasing it to the edge. Blaine moaned around him again and swallowed around his cock, and Kurt lost it, he slammed his hips up, burying himself swiftly into Blaine's mouth and throat, and coming deep within him.
Blaine choked a little and pulled back as Kurt released, spilling hot sticky, salty fluid into his mouth and throat and Blaine hummed at the taste, letting the last few drops remain on his tongue as he pulled slowly off of Kurt.
Blaine swallowed the last couple of drops, and licked around the head of Kurt's cock before pulling away and sitting up. Kurt was still breathing hard, and reeling slightly from the intensity of his orgasm, trying to calm down as Blaine ran his hands over his thighs slightly.
His skin was cooling down, the moisture from the sweat drying a little, and Blaine was still massaging his thighs a little as he waited for Kurt to return to his brain and body.
Kurt opened one eye and looked down along his body at Blaine, who was still sitting in between Kurt's open legs, rubbing his thighs, waiting patiently for Kurt to be coherent again. He smiled at him.
"Wow." Is all he could manage, and Blaine seemed to preen slightly under his praise.
"Thanks," he said with a slight chuckle and Kurt wriggled a little to sit up, "I have skills."
"You certainly do," Kurt said with a small smirk of his own, and then looked down to Blaine's own jean clad lower half, "I could, you know, return the favour?"
"Oh, I kind of...already-" Blaine mumbled a little, and Kurt looked down again to see the slightly wet patch on the front, and then he sighed lightly.
"Oh so, giving head does it for you?"
"Only if they taste delicious," Blaine said with a dark gaze again, and he straddled Kurt's lap, as he placed his arms around his shoulders, "and you taste like heaven."
Blaine crashed their lips together again, forcing Kurt back down onto the couch again, and they lay making out for quite some time, neither of them in much of a hurry for anything else, just enjoying the sexy after glow of an amazing blowjob.