A/N: Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays :) And if you don't celebrate anything, happy December.
The Warbler is a Tramp – Chapter Twenty-Five
Kurt backed up and slid past the curtain hiding his bedroom from view. Blaine took in the space; fairy lights lined the brick wall above the double bed, the rustic chest of draws, dressing table, trunk and chair Kurt had found at a flea market were cluttered with picture frames, cushions, and notebooks filled with sketches.
"It's not much, but-"
"It's perfect," Blaine interrupted. A small smile curved his lips. "It's so... you."
Kurt blushed, preening at the compliment. Some of the tension carried in his shoulders sank. "Thank you."
"This whole apartment is cozy," Blaine continued. "My house is just this big white space with furniture that was there when I moved in. A show home. This is warm."
"Not in the winter," Kurt joked. "We're on the top floor. The landlord never bothered to update the roof insulation. What's your parents place like?" He pulled Blaine in at the waist.
"Which one? They've still got the house in Surrey. I guess that was the closest I had to a cozy home. When they dropped me off at Dalton, they moved straight to Italy. The place was lived in by me during the holidays and weekends, but all of my parents stuff just sat there, untouched. They didn't need it abroad, but I wasn't allowed to get rid of it." He propped his chin to Kurt's shoulder. "It was like this illusion of a family home. Me, surrounded by the possessions of parents who checked in once a week to make sure I was doing my homework."
Kurt's fingers stroked through Blaine's hair. "That doesn't sound very fair."
"You might be surprised how easily you get used to it," Blaine said lightly.
"Not if it's all you've known," Kurt replied.
He ran his fingers down Blaine's neck, tracing his spine down to his hip and back up again gently. Blaine shuddered, his grip on Kurt's waist tight. Lips pressed to Kurt's neck, just innocent pecks, enough for any intention Kurt had of sleeping to slip his mind. He wanted to find out how talented those lips were. Always had, if he was honest with himself, and he was done resisting the inevitable.
Blaine's jaw nestled between Kurt's tender fingers. "I want you," Kurt confessed.
Blaine hummed, nuzzling their noses together. "Shouldn't we wait?" he whispered.
Oh. That wasn't what Kurt had been expecting. He ducked his head, backing up to wrap his arms across his stomach. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you didn't want that. I just assumed-"
"Kurt, no, look at me." Blaine pulled him back in by the fingertips. "Of course I want you. Jesus, I've barely been able to think of anything else since the day I met you. I just... I never did the relationship thing properly. Jeremiah and I jumped straight to sex. There was no wooing. His idea of a date was going to a gay bar and showing me off. The one time I tried to do something romantic for him, he missed it entirely and came home two hours late and drunk."
"I'm struggling to see this good side you claim he has," Kurt grumbled.
"I don't want casual anymore, Kurt," Blaine said. "I want to take you on dates and squabble over who pays. I want to cook for you, go to the movies, surprise you with romantic getaways, spend evenings curled up on the sofa with you like tonight. I want it. And yes, at some point I want to learn every way I can make you moan my name."
Kurt's answering blush could have guided a sleigh through the snow on Christmas Eve. Twitching in his underwear, he forced himself to listen to the words Blaine's pretty mouth shaped, allowing him to cup Kurt's head in his palms and whisper between them.
"But at the end of the day," he said, "I want a life with someone."
Kurt swallowed, his smile tremulous.
"And I know I'm not twenty yet, but I really think that life could be with you. If you'll have me."
"I want that too," Kurt murmured, fixing the collar of Blaine's shirt. His heart thudded in his throat. "But, I think you're forgetting something."
"What?"
"We've already been on dates," Kurt said, looking between Blaine's eyes teasingly.
"We have?"
"Yes." Kurt wrapped his arms loosely over Blaine's shoulders. "The day you took me around London and we got ice cream was date number one. Our second date was at the NTA's-"
"Kurt, that wasn't a date, you were working," Blaine exclaimed.
"Wes called me your 'date for the night'. I'm counting it," Kurt replied stubbornly, pecking Blaine's lips. "The third date could have been under better circumstances, but you did take me to see a movie when we were in Ohio."
"To take your mind off your dad!"
"Why are you fighting this? I'm trying to get you laid here," Kurt said, loosened Blaine's bowtie, and slid it slowly from his neck.
"Because I'm trying to be a gentleman," Blaine whined.
"The fourth date," Kurt continued like he'd never spoken, "was at the pub where we had lunch. Talk of you-know-who aside, it was a date."
"It wasn't a date."
Kurt outlined the chiseled curve of Blaine's jaw with his lips, stroking his thumb over stubble-roughened cheeks. "I wanted it to be a date," he confessed.
Blaine's mouth fell open and closed. He blushed. "I was pretending it was a date. Every time I was alone with you, I wanted it to be one."
"Windsor wasn't even a pretend date," Kurt pointed out dryly.
Blaine laughed into Kurt's shoulder.
"So, if you think about it," Kurt said, and trailed his fingers down Blaine's neck, heart thumping his excitement. He undid the top button of Blaine's dress shirt. "We've been accidentally dating this entire time…"
Kurt stepped back, eyes never leaving Blaine's enraptured gaze, reached down to pop the buttons on his own jacket, and slid it from his shoulders. It dropped to the floor. Blaine's mouth opened unconsciously, the breaths pulling in and out of his lungs, harsh and shallow. His eyes raked the length of Kurt's tall, lean body, from his tight grey jeans to the fitted pink shirt that cinched in his waist and accentuated his broad shoulders.
"Which means," Kurt continued, smirking when Blaine held his hand out and drew him in and pressed their chests together, "that it's actually not very forward of me to say this."
Fascination; the only word Kurt could find for the way Blaine's once golden, now deep brown eyes, were watching him. They darted between Kurt's.
"To say what?" Blaine asked hoarsely.
Kurt skimmed his lips from Blaine's cheek to his ear, relishing the excited shiver he induced.
"That I want you to fuck me," he whispered with a smirk when Blaine's hips adjusted. "That I want to fuck you. Again and again..." Teeth teased at Blaine's earlobe. "And again."
"Jesus," Blaine cursed, stood up on his tip toes, and attacked Kurt's mouth.
Kurt's heartbeat was thundering in his ears, drowning out every sound other than the delicious mewls Blaine couldn't contain. Why had no one told Kurt kissing could feel like this? Adam used to make his stomach flip and flutter, but Blaine? It was like a lightning bolt charging every nerve of his body, like lava through his veins. Glorious. Addictive. Blaine was everything.
He could feel the other boy's hesitation though, knew he was holding back. Satisfied with Blaine's blissful, kiss-swollen smile, Kurt brushed away the tiny crease between Blaine's brows with his lips.
"I want you," Kurt said again.
Blaine's eyes fluttered open. Kurt took a step back and pulled him by the hand towards the bed. He lowered himself to the plush grey duvet, leaning back on his arms and stared up at Blaine, bottom lip between his teeth.
"Kurt, I-" Blaine, who was having a really difficult time controlling himself, scrubbed his hands up and down his face.
There was no hiding the bulge in his pants now Kurt was eye level with it. Kurt wanted to touch it, cup it, and spell out his desires in the language Blaine knew best; physically. He'd laid himself out for the taking. It was time to wait for the bait to be accepted.
"Shit, you are not innocent," Blaine exclaimed.
"No," Kurt confirmed. "Not when I want something." He sat up and after a moment's pause, released the first few buttons of his shirt. "And what I really want right now is for you to finish undressing me."
"Kurt," Blaine said weakly, and lowered himself to his knees at the foot of the bed. "I'm trying so hard to be the right guy for you, to treat you how you deserve, I-"
"I know," Kurt said, and dropped his feet either side of Blaine's knees. "You already are the right guy though. That's what I'm trying to do too: Be good to you, treat you how you deserve. I'm trusting you not to hurt me, because I know you won't. Not deliberately."
"Of course not." Blaine's voice was earnest as he shuffled forward so his hips were enclosed between Kurt's legs.
"Give and take, right?"
"...Right."
"Please?"
Reserve crumbling, hands shaking, Blaine popped the next button on Kurt's shirt.
Kurt closed his eyes with a smile of silent victory and tilted his head back to feel Blaine's fingers ghosting over his chest and stomach, like the flutter of a feathered wing, as he finished Kurt's buttons. His shirt gapped and Kurt gasped when damp and full lips pressed a reverent line from the sparse hair on his chest, past his navel to the light trail of hair from his belly button and down inside his jeans.
Then his world was tilting, his back hit the soft duvet and Blaine's body covered his, held up by his forearms. Kurt arched his back happily like a feline, and got to work on Blaine's shirt.
"So not innocent," Blaine said, chuckling. He waited for Kurt to finish, his fingers nimble and steadier than Blaine's, before sitting up and throwing their shirts to the floor.
Kurt sat up too and kissed Blaine's collarbones. His hot breath pebbled Blaine's nipples and he took the right one between his lips and gently tugged. Choking on a breath, Blaine arched closer in Kurt's lap, eyes rolling back in his head when Kurt's wet tongue lathed the nipple to sooth the sting.
"What do you want, Blaine?" Kurt asked, finger teasing around the nub of his left nipple.
Blaine twitched. "You."
"Me?"
"Yes."
"You might want to be more specific," Kurt said. His fingers ran the length of Blaine's torso, fascinated by the goose bumps he left behind, before dipping the tip of his finger below the line of Blaine's jeans. "Am I getting warmer?"
Blaine whined through a laugh. "You are such a tease."
"I'm your tease, though," Kurt replied, and pulled playfully at Blaine's earlobe.
Blaine's answering smile rivaled the sun at the height of summer. "You're mine," he said, awed, like it was just sinking in.
"Yours," Kurt agreed. He bit his lip. Blaine's were grazing Kurt's knuckles lovingly.
"I've been yours from the moment I laid eyes on you, you know?" Blaine said. "I didn't know it to begin with, but I was."
An 'I love you' was crying to be known between them. Kurt reigned in the desire. Too much too soon. They had time for that. Right now, Kurt wanted to show him just how far he'd wormed into Kurt's heart.
Lifting up on his knees, Kurt pushed Blaine flat on his back, and smirked when he leaned up on his elbows and spread his legs to better watch Kurt toy with the belt wrapped snuggly around his own jeans. The buckle detached easily, and it was with a dizzying combination of nerves and arousal that he loosened the top button and slid the zipper to its lowest point.
Blaine's eyes darkened further. Zeroed in on Kurt's black boxer briefs, exposed by the tempting V of his jeans.
"You want these off?" Kurt asked.
A strangled whine was answer enough, and Kurt hopped gracefully from the bed, and enjoyed watching Blaine watch him inch his tight jeans down his hips. They pooled at his feet, forgotten. Kurt hissed with relief, his erection was still confined within his briefs, but less painfully restricted.
"Oh... Kurt..."
Blaine was sat up now, hands torn between reaching out for Kurt and shedding himself of his own jeans.
"Take off your pants and you can touch me," Kurt said.
It was like he'd flipped a switch; Blaine scrambled out of his jeans. True to his word, Kurt allowed himself to be tugged flush against Blaine, once he was down to his white boxer briefs.
Kurt gasped into his lover's neck, enthralled by the boy who clung to Kurt's shoulders like an anchor, the minute rolls of his hips a maddening taster of what was to come.
Blaine was so hard already. Kurt could feel it, hot and heady, against his own erection. For a few minutes, Kurt reveled in their newfound closeness, allowed the teasing flicks of Blaine's tongue and the adoring kisses he pressed into Kurt's neck and shoulders to sink into his skin and penetrate the walls he'd failed miserably to hold around his heart.
"Kurt," Blaine whispered.
"Mmmm."
"You with me?"
Kurt kissed his shoulder and nuzzled their noses together. "Just kiss me."
Who was Blaine to deny him? He licked into Kurt's mouth with the enthusiasm of a man deprived too long. His hands were everywhere, guiding Kurt's cheek to deepen the kiss, tracing the contours of Kurt's back, knuckles soft and shiver-inducing where they grazed the length of his back. Kurt whimpered into Blaine's mouth when his hands slipped past the material of Kurt's briefs to knead the sensitive globes of his ass.
"Beautiful," Blaine panted against Kurt's mouth. "So beautiful." His forehead was already damp with perspiration. "I want you so much."
You have me, is what Kurt tried to say, but his hips aligned with Blaine's in just the right spot, turning it into a desperate cry.
"Lie down for me? I want to kiss you," Blaine said.
Blaine steered him by the hips to the edge of the bed, where Kurt lay back down, pulling Blaine with him. Before he could seal his lips with Blaine's though, he felt a calloused hand rest over his mouth. He kissed at the digits, eyes narrowed in frustration.
"Not here," Blaine explained. "I want to kiss you... here."
Kurt squeaked. Blaine's lips peppered across his chest, tooth catching his nipple.
"I want to kiss you there." Blaine licked a stripe over his ribcage, stopping only to peck at the spot Kurt's heart was hammering beneath. "I want to lick you here," Blaine continued, staring up at Kurt when his tongue dipped into his belly button.
Kurt giggled and squirmed. This was torture.
Blaine's hand was firm against Kurt's hip, pinning him to the mattress. "But most of all." His breath, warm and moist, seeped through the cotton of Kurt's briefs. "I want to kiss you all over..."
His nose nuzzled the wet spot and Kurt scrubbed up and down his own face, overwhelmed by what he knew was coming.
"Here."
Kurt keened. Blaine's mouth didn't just kiss the prominent bulge of Kurt's cock, he engulfed it. Lathed his tongue into his cotton briefs in search of the inebriating heat beneath. His mouth was so warm. So good. So wet. Kurt's eyes rolled in his pleasure, a sweltering wave of unbridled arousal flooding to his cock.
"Blaine," he whined.
"Wanted this for so long," Blaine said with a cheeky nip to Kurt's inner thigh.
Kurt shuddered. "Blaine, come here."
Blaine crawled up Kurt's body, tongue delving desperately into his mouth once he'd arrived. The friction was even better now his briefs were soaked through. Blood hammered in Kurt's ears, his mind was foggy, unable to comprehend anything but a need to get Blaine naked. Now!
"Lift up a bit for me, baby," Kurt murmured into Blaine's mouth.
He complied. Kurt's fingers snuck past the line of his boxer briefs, and he groaned. Blaine's cock fit perfectly in Kurt's hand, warm and heavy. Experimentally, he rubbed his thumb over the head, fascinated by the stuttered breaths and tortured crease deepening between Blaine's eyebrows.
"Can we take these off?" he asked.
"Mmph," was Blaine's reply.
"That a yes?"
"That's a fuck yes!" Blaine tipped onto his backside to pull his briefs off his legs, sliding Kurt's off too.
Where they landed was of little consequence to Kurt because... oh! There he was.
Blaine's cock was, for lack of a better word with his brain in lustful standby, gorgeous. Swollen red at the tip and stood to attention against the dark thatch of hair beneath his belly button. Kurt swallowed weakly, fascinated by a droplet of pre-come pooling at the tip. It slid down the head.
He was magnificent.
Blaine slipped on top of him. Took Kurt's tongue back into his mouth, dipping his hips down and-
"OH!"
Kurt broke from the kiss and threw his head back. His nerves were already frayed at the edges, and Blaine's plump cock against his own without barrier, was almost enough to trigger an explosion, like he'd stumbled over a trip wire.
Blaine took the opportunity to suck sultry, spine-tingling kisses into Kurt's exposed throat, the wet glide of their erections torturous.
"Please tell me we have lube?" Blaine choked out, after a particularly delicious thrust.
"Under the left pillow," Kurt breathed.
Lube and a packet of condoms were produced. Blaine raised an eyebrow.
"Was someone planning to seduce me?" he teased.
"Call me optimistic?"
Kurt watched Blaine open the brand new bottle through hooded eyes. He warmed the liquid between his fingers, and Kurt whined desperately when said fingers pumped that deep red cock and coated Kurt's longer, lean cock too.
It was so much better this time.
"I could just come from this," Kurt admitted breathlessly, rolling his hips to slip and slide with the body above him. Blaine groaned his agreement. Or perhaps the guttural sound was in response to Kurt's hand snaking to Blaine's ass to better guide his thrusts.
For a few minutes Kurt was happy to relax into the sheets, surrounded by a warm body and the intoxicating scent of cinnamon and sweaty boy that was fast becoming his personal aphrodisiac. But it wasn't enough. The current building inside him could not be sated. He pulled playfully at Blaine's tongue with his teeth.
"I want you inside," he whispered.
Blaine choked on air. "Yeah?"
"Please?"
Blaine traced Kurt's face seriously. "You sure? I know I'm safe. I haven't slept with anyone since my last check-up. How long has it been for you?"
"About a year," Kurt admitted, hiding his face behind his hands. With a bit of luck, Blaine mistook his reddened cheeks for an aroused flush. "I'm clean too."
Pecking at Kurt's lips sweetly, Blaine said, "I'll take it slow."
Blaine crawled the length of Kurt's body and gently eased his knees apart, kneading the flesh of Kurt's inner thighs to relax him. Kurt's eyelids fluttered to rest against his cheeks, so he didn't know what was about to happen until something, hot, wet, and soft dragged from his ball sack to his asshole.
Mouth falling open, Kurt's legs dropped pliantly wider. Blaine was kitten licking him, working Kurt into a state of excruciating frustration. His hands spread Kurt's cheeks for better access.
"Blaine... oh, you can't-" Kurt groaned loudly, Blaine's tongue penetrating through the ring. "Oh! Been too long. Can't hold!"
Blaine heeded his warning, extracting his tongue. Before he could breathe though, it was quickly replaced by Blaine's lubed index finger.
"Fuck!"
"Okay?" Blaine asked.
It was tight, the finger inching inside like a bee sting. Slowly, Kurt's breathing centered, helped him relax into the sensation, and his muscles loosened around Blaine's finger.
"Tell me when you're okay, lovely," Blaine soothed. His other hand massaged at the skin of Kurt's inner thigh.
"I'm okay." Kurt panted. "More."
Blaine took his time, watching Kurt's every reaction. His finger was followed by a second, and a third, until finally his little finger squeezed inside to join the rest.
Kurt was on another planet, barely hearing Blaine ask him to sit up. He coaxed Kurt into his lap. He leaned his forehead against Blaine's shoulder, watching Blaine roll a condom onto his own cock and spread lube down his length.
"Blaine?"
"When you're ready, lovely," Blaine whispered, and Kurt realized with a flood of affection, that Blaine wanted him to take control.
He loved him so much.
Breathe. Tongue between his teeth, Kurt lifted and, hand aligning the tip of Blaine's cock, eased himself down until Blaine was completely sheathed within.
Blaine's eyes squeezed shut. Air puffed sharply from his mouth.
Kurt paused to adjust to the intrusion. Blaine's arms hooked under Kurt's armpits to grip at his shoulders, so Kurt wound his own around Blaine's neck.
"Kurt?" Blaine moaned.
"Shhh," Kurt cooed. "Just feel, baby."
Kurt set a slow, reverent pace, rocking his pelvis back and forth, determined to savor their first time together.
Something in the way Blaine held him, so gently, the flutter of his lashes against sweaty cheeks, told Kurt he had never experienced sex this way. Unhurried and languid. He stared up at Kurt hazily as though from another world. His eyes hooded, entranced by the man in his lap, lovingly tracing his cock inside the walls of his ass.
His head fell against Kurt's chest, a high pitched whine stuttering out of him. Pulling Kurt further into his lap, Kurt jolted in his arms when the change of angle caused the cock inside him to graze his prostate.
"So good," Kurt whispered into Blaine's hair. "You're just for me aren't you?"
Blaine whimpered, involuntarily thrust his hips up hard. "It's you. Only want you."
"You have me." Kurt hissed, teeth clenched.
Blaine nosed at the fading scar on Kurt's collarbone and sealed his lips over Kurt's clavicle. Kurt yowled; his throat had always been a weakness, hardwired to send scalding stimulation straight to his sopping wet cock.
Suddenly Blaine lifted Kurt clean off his lap. Kurt squeaked and wrapped his waist up tightly with his legs. The younger boy easily moved them up the bed to lay Kurt to the mattress, head on his pillows.
They kissed sloppily, the head of his cock a teasing, slow brush against Kurt's prostate. Blaine transferred his ministrations to Kurt's defined jaw. Kurt's legs fell away from Blaine's hips with a blissful sigh, and smiled when Blaine instead guided his knees to hook over Blaine's shoulders.
He gave his final order.
"Fuck me."
Blaine groaned his obedience. Arms hooked under Kurt's for leverage, his hips began a punishing rhythm.
"Oh, god!" Blaine gritted out.
Shock after shock of agonizing pleasure coursed through Kurt, led by Blaine's undulating pelvis. It was hypnotic, sweat dripping from Blaine's chest to Kurt's, heart thudding in his ears, the recurrent wet slap of Blaine's ball sack against his.
"Blaine, I- oh- fuck, you're so good at this!" Kurt choked.
His cock was rock hard against his belly button. Kurt didn't know whether to palm himself, or squeeze at Blaine's round ass. He dragged his fingernails the length of Blaine's back instead, writhed beneath him.
All it took were three perfectly aimed thrusts from Blaine, for it to cease to matter though.
Kurt jolted and wailed at the ceiling. His arms dropped to the bed. Vision clouding over. Blaine's fingers latched around his wrists and lifted his hands over his head, held against the pillows. All the while snap, snap, snapping his hips harder and harder into Kurt's prostate, until Kurt's cries became nothing but huffs of breath forced from him on impact.
He couldn't take it anymore. The pressure coiling in his stomach burst, and when Blaine clumsily took ahold of Kurt's cock to pump in time with his hips, Kurt's eyes rolled and euphoria slammed through him. He blacked out, spurting thick ropes of cum across their stomachs.
… Slowly… he came back to the real world.
Blaine was nestled inside him still, entirely spent, having toppled over the edge too when Kurt's orgasm hit, wrung out by the clenching around his cock. His chin hooked over Kurt's shoulder. The rise and fall of his chest against Kurt's, shallower with every breath. Finally, just as Kurt was starting to notice the unpleasant, cooling mess on his stomach, Blaine brought his head back up to face Kurt with the most radiant smile.
"Hey," Kurt whispered, giggling into Blaine's playful kisses. "So that was…"
"Mmmm."
"Was it worth the wait?"
"I'm still inside you, what do you think?" Blaine mumbled dazedly.
He inched his spent cock from within Kurt, who hissed from hypersensitivity and watched Blaine tie off the condom and drop it into the garbage can by the bed, before picking up a convenient flannel on the dresser and wiping their stomachs clean. Falling to lay beside Kurt, he curled his arm around his waist and nuzzled their noses together.
"Seriously…" Blaine's eyelashes fluttered sleepily, "best night of my life."
"Really? Even with everything else?" Kurt said doubtfully.
"I just discovered that the man I'm crazy about is not the baby penguin I was led to believe," Blaine replied with a sly grin. "I'm going to be good for a long time after this."
"I never said I was a baby penguin," Kurt exclaimed, affronted. "Why does everyone assume not sleeping around makes you a massive virgin?"
"Okay, for one thing: I didn't think you were a virgin. And two: There is nothing wrong with being one," Blaine said. "As for the preferring monogamy thing, I've completely come round to your point of view."
"Really?"
"I don't want anyone else, Kurt," Blaine said. "Not when I know it can feel like… what we just- I've never taken the time to just… to just…"
"Feel?" Kurt supplied.
"Yeah. When I was with-"
"Do not speak his name," Kurt warned.
Blaine kissed Kurt's nose, thumb grazing his hipbone to sooth him. "It was always about getting off. I didn't know it could be so... you felt incredible."
"Yeah. So did you." Kurt kissed him thoroughly. "I'm kind of mad at myself for waiting so long."
"You're worth it," Blaine whispered, and Kurt felt ridiculous, because after everything they just did, that of all things left him red as a ripe tomato. "And now I'm going to stop you hiding that beautiful face from me, and pout pathetically until you agree to be the big spoon tonight."
Folding his bottom lip down, Blaine cranked the wide puppy eyes up to the next level. Kurt pinched Blaine's side.
"You are the dorkiest dork to ever dork. You know that?" Kurt chided.
Kurt hid his besotted smile in Blaine's shoulder blade as he spooned up behind him. Eyelids drooping, fingers tangled together on the damp sheets in front of them, Kurt hummed blissfully.
Happiness wasn't an emotion he often associated with himself. He was ready for that to change.
A/N: The Christmas period is an extremely busy one in my family, so I am having to take a short hiatus from updating this story. It won't be for long, I assure you. If all goes to plan I will be back to my normal updating schedule in early January. Until then, I hope this chapter was enough to earn your forgiveness.
In the meantime, If you want to contact me more directly to ask for updates on my hiatus status, I am sarkyblueeyes on Tumblr as well. Message me whenever.