Chapter 14
Incessant buzzing. Kurt nuzzled further into the wispy curls on the back of Blaine's neck. "Sleepy," he mumbled into the warm skin.
Buzz, buzz, buzzing. "Shhhhh…he's sleeping," he hissed.
Realization set in that it was his phone buzzing. Someone was trying to call him. He threw his bare arm backwards, hand fumbling to find the offending object. Once in his grasp he brought it around to look at the screen. Cracking open one eye, he could read Michael's name.
"Ughhh," he groaned and rolled away from the toasty body around which he had been wrapped. Facing away from Blaine, hoping to keep from disturbing him, Kurt answered the phone.
"Kurt!" Michael yelled. "Where are you?! You were supposed to be here to interview the models for the runway show."
"Stop. Quit yelling! We're still sleeping. What time is it? "
"It's ten after nine. You were supposed to be here at 8. What do you mean 'we'?"
"Michael, calm down," Kurt whispered harshly. "Blaine is here."
"Blaine! Blaine is with you?!"
"Yes, he was here when I got home last night. Now, please rearrange my schedule. I won't be in today."
"But the models who are already here…"
"Baby," Blaine murmured. "Are you on the phone?"
Kurt rolled back to spoon Blaine. Holding the phone away from him, he kissed the tanned neck, then the exposed shoulder. "Go back to sleep," he whispered between kisses.
"Mmmmmm, don't want to. Want kisses." Blaine pushed back against Kurt, letting him know he wanted full body contact.
Kurt's body started to respond at the pressure of Blaine's firm ass, so he made a quick decision. Pulling the phone back to his ear, he started speaking again.
"Michael, you can do the first cut on the models. If you see anyone you like, set them up for another interview with me. Just not today. Or tomorrow. Or…wait a minute."
He held his hand over the speaker. "Blaine, how long are you staying? When do you have to go back?"
"I don't have a return flight. I can stay a few days."
"Michael, block my calendar for the next three days. I am unavailable."
"But Kurt, you have a TV interview set up with The Today Show. And, Chanel's designer will be here from Paris to go over the Paris Fashion Week program. You still haven't picked out…"
"Michael. Clear. My. Calendar." Kurt demanded. Then he softened his tone, "Please, Michael. Blaine's here."
"Got it, Kurt. I'll take care of it. Go have fun."
"Call if you need me, but really….don't call at all!" Kurt snickered.
He threw the phone to the floor, wrapped his arm around Blaine's middle, hugging him tightly to his chest and resumed kissing the muscled shoulder and smooth back. The arm holding Blaine moved over his torso allowing his hand to roam, fingertips tracing patterns on the six-pack abs, slowly trailing to find and stroke Blaine's arousal. With delicate flicks and twists of his wrist and with a multitude of nips and kisses to Blaine's neck, shoulder and back, Kurt quickly had Blaine thrusting into this hand, mumbling unintelligible words, making sounds that Kurt wanted to commit to memory as Blaine reached his climax and came into Kurt's hand.
Kurt had been grinding and thrusting into the slot between Blaine's legs, precum making him slide easily but getting the friction he needed to experience his own release while Blaine remained in his blissful state.
They lay, breathing heavily, but sated and basking in the love they had for each other. They were at peace, listening to quiet beat of their hearts. Sleep overtook the two lovers as they traded "I love you"s between kisses.
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When Blaine woke up an hour later, he saw a magnificent site. Kurt was standing in the nude, his back to Blaine and facing the full-length window with the curtain drawn back to let in the sunlight. The glow around his beautiful lover caused Blaine to think of him as a deity blessed by the sun.
Kurt's eyes were closed and his face upturned, capturing the warmth of the sun. He had no modesty. He never did. He worked hard to make his body look good. He took care of it religiously and wasn't embarrassed to be seen naked, especially in front of Blaine who had seen him, tasted him and felt him in all ways.
"Come back to me, beautiful," Blaine spoke, breaking the silence.
"Hmmmmm," Kurt hummed. He turned slightly to look back at Blaine.
Blaine was on his side, with his elbow bent and his head propped on his hand.
"Admiring the view?" Kurt flirted.
"Admiring naked you," Blaine responded sassily.
"What about naked you?" Kurt batted his eyes. "I'd like to admire your view."
"Then come back over here and I'll present a private viewing. Only for you, baby!"
Kurt giggled and practically ran back to the four poster bed where Blaine had thrown back the bed sheets and presented a full frontal display of his manhood. Kurt halted in sheer admiration for the tanned, toned and impressively-endowed boyfriend. Kurt thought to himself, "wait, are we boyfriends?"
"I would be honored to be your boyfriend," Blaine answered Kurt's question that he obviously had wondered aloud.
"We're boyfriends!" Kurt shrieked and jumped on top of his new boyfriend, causing Blaine to bear hug him and flip him over so Blaine could cover Kurt's wondrous body with his own, feeling the need for skin-on-skin to satisfy his hunger for constant connection to Kurt. He nibbled Kurt's ear, then moved to lightly suck on the sensitive area just below his ear, humming into the skin while grazing his teeth over the bruised area.
"Mine," he growled into the pale man's ear, sending shivers through Kurt at the thought of being owned, but in a thoroughly good way. He liked the dominant Blaine, craved the feeling of being taken care of, loved being possessed in truly a loving manner. Kurt realized he didn't have to be alone anymore, didn't have to face challenges on his own, he didn't have to face his sadness and loneliness. He was Blaine's forever, if Blaine would have him.
But right now, Blaine wanted to have Kurt in a carnal way and Kurt was a very willing participant.
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When they finally left the bed, they showered in Kurt's huge shower room. Kurt showed Blaine how he could turn on the shower from his walk-in closet so that the water would be hot and the shower would be steamy when he was ready to step into it. The three pulsating shower heads provided an invigorating massage, enhanced by the men's own hands as they washed each other carefully. Shampooing, conditioning, scalp massages and mutual blowjobs completed their shower routine. They stepped out, dried off, dressed in warm sweats and proceeded to the kitchen.
"Rumbly tummy tells me you're hungry," Kurt grinned.
"Mmmmm, yeah, I haven't eaten since yesterday at lunch."
"What!" Kurt exclaimed. "You must be famished."
"Right now, I'd really love a cup of coffee, Kurt-style."
"For you, anything," Kurt offered.
Blaine marveled at Kurt's state-of-the-art kitchen, an electronic control panel embedded in a granite countertop providing a one-touch approach to managing multiple appliances. One press of a button and the coffee maker started heating. Another button slid open a panel from which a toaster appeared. Kurt hand-cut two English muffins and placed them into the toaster. He directed Blaine to the cabinet over the center island for plates and mugs while he located the preserves and butter from the refrigerator. Placing everything on a tray, he added a bowl of fresh mixed berries, silverware and napkins.
"Follow me," Kurt directed. And he led Blaine through the French doors leading to his balcony, but not before showing Blaine where to gather blankets from his antique chest located by the door. There was a chill in the air, but the sky was unmarred by clouds so the sun provided a natural warmth. Kurt placed the tray on the side table before settling into the couch. He spread one of the blankets and invited Blaine to join him. Nestled together, they listened to the sounds of the city and enjoyed their breakfast. But most of all, they enjoyed just being together again.
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Kurt spent the next two days being a New York City tour guide. Blaine had been to New York several times, but was normally there to attend conferences and never had an opportunity to visit the city's iconic tourist attractions. Plus, Kurt had his own favorite places he wanted to show Blaine; a favored silk boutique attended by the eccentric French lady, a quaint bookstore run by two lesbian lovers, a charming store full of teas, decorated like an English village shop and a secluded area he had discovered in Central Park with flowers and greenery that inspired him when he needed a lift or a place to meditate. The two were inseparable. They toured New York hand-in-hand with no fear of being mocked or ridiculed. People in the city accepted the couple as two men in love. Anyone could see it, looking at the two attractive males. Stolen kisses were frequent, but they took care not to offend with too much PDA.
The afternoon of the third day, they were strolling down a side street, visiting the shops and a voice called from a sidewalk café across the street. "Kurt. Kurt Hummel!"
Kurt turned to the voice, searching for the person who shouted his name.
"Kurt, it's me, Marcel." Kurt turned to see a man, jay-walking to cross the street, with this arm extended and waving. "Kurt!"
Kurt blanched. "M..M..Marcel? What are you doing in New York?"
"Kurt, I came to see you To find you and talk to you. I know I left you and Rene alone. But I'm ready to come back."
Kurt just stared at the man now standing in front of him, several inches taller. He had dark hair, stylishly cut, with curls framing his face. He was dressed impeccably in the latest couture fashion. He was a strikingly attractive man who exuded sex appeal and self-confidence. The man, Marcel, placed his right hand on Kurt's cheek, rubbed his thumb over Kurt's upper lip, then leaned forward and kissed Kurt.
Blaine was standing to the side, numb to this scene unfolding before him, unable to process what was happening. Then the man, obviously not a stranger to Kurt, was kissing his Kurt. Blaine studied Kurt, looking for his reaction. He thought he saw a perceptible acceptance and return of the kiss. Kurt seemed to relax a little and didn't pull away.
Blaine couldn't look away, but he couldn't bear to watch this either. He backed up, giving the two men some space while he tried to decide what to do. So many thoughts were racing through his brain. He wanted to turn and flee, he wanted to grab Kurt and lead both of them away, he wanted to punch this man who dared to kiss his boyfriend, he wanted to introduce himself and point out that Kurt was his. A lot of options, but he couldn't react.
"Come, Kurt. Come join me for coffee. I just want to talk." Marcel tried to convince Kurt.
That seemed to bring Kurt back to the awkward seriousness of the situation. He just let a man kiss him in front of his boyfriend. And Marcel wasn't just any man…he had been Kurt's lover for four years and was a part of Kurt's life with Rene.
He remembered Blaine and felt his retreating presence. He reached back for Blaine to pull him forward and introduce him. But Blaine continued to back up, shaking his head, stone-faced and silent. Kurt turned to see the pain on Blaine's face.
"Blaine…"
"Kurt…"
Marcel countered, "Kurt, I ask you to come talk with me. Please." Marcel had his hand on Kurt's forearm, urging him to follow.
"You should go, Kurt," Blaine's voice cracked on his lover's name. "Go on, I'll see you later."
"Come, Kurt, just for a little while," Marcel urged.
Kurt was torn. He hadn't seen or talked to Marcel in over two years. There was no denying the physical attraction between the two and Kurt had unresolved feelings for the man. But Blaine, his darling Blaine, was huddled there, trying to be supportive, with the pain of the kiss evident on his face and in his voice.
"Kurt. Go." And Blaine turned to hail a cab before Kurt could react.
Marcel pulled Kurt away as Kurt looked back, tears in his eyes for the man who had bravely offered to leave and give him space and privacy. Blaine.
Marcel was dragging Kurt to the coffee shop, a possessive arm around Kurt's shoulder. He pecked Kurt on the cheek while they waited for traffic to clear before they could cross the street. "I have missed you, my sweet," he murmured in Kurt's ear. With a quick flick of his tongue in Kurt's ear, he felt Kurt quiver and inwardly congratulated himself. Kurt numbly followed Marcel, preparing to hear what Marcel had to say about the past two years.
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Blaine jumped into the cab before he could second-guess himself. He wouldn't look back, afraid of what he would see. He directed the driver to take him back to Kurt's address and sank back into the seat, closing his eyes and trying to contain his emotions until he could get to a safe, private place.
"This is it, sir," the cab driver drew Blaine's attention to the fact that they had stopped. "$23.75."
Blaine paid the man. "Keep the difference," he told him.
He peered up to the top of the building where he could see the rails of the balcony where he and Kurt spent so much time. He sighed and headed for the door, greeting Carl as he entered.
"Mr. Hummel's not with you, sir?" Carl asked.
"We ran into a friend of his," Blaine explained. "And Kurt decided to stay and catch up. I'll just wait for him over there," indicated a lounge chair facing a flat-screen TV turned to the local news channel.
"Sounds good, Dr. Anderson. Just let me know if I can get you anything."
"Thanks, Carl."
And Blaine waited. And waited. Finally, as Carl was getting ready to leave, changing shifts with Jerry, Blaine realized how much time had passed. Kurt hadn't returned.
Blaine was devastated. He asked Jerry to call him a cab.