A/N: hheeyyyy beautiful people! We're coming to an end, only….3 more chapters I believe :'(
Long ass authors note ahead!
I do wanna keep you updated however on…well life here XD I finally, after many years of threatening to [okay maybe 1…2 tops] decided to contact a publisher :o well it was just an email but they did get back to me giving me details [send in 40-50 pages and a synopsis etc] I feel like I'm taking initiative XD I told myself I wouldn't contact a publisher until I was mentally prepared to hear 'No' and I feel like I'm in that place right now :) Tho a certain conversation with a certain amazing writer on this site got me a little overexcited about this entire ordeal XD but erm *cough* sorry about that lol
I spent almost all of yesterday trying to think of Original Names for the characters and thanks to the gorgeous Gabi who helped :) I thought I'd let you guys get a peek, what do you think?
Blaine Anderson – William (Will) Kenji-Miyahara
Kurt Hummel – Richard Saunders
Samuel Evans – Elija (Eli) Hunt
David Thompson – Tristan Deboe
Wes Montgomery – Jonathan Carter
Dave Karofsky – Jean Chappelle
Explanation timeeeeee! In the original version Blaine's character was half Japanese, hence why Japanese culture played such a huge part, when I changed him to Blaine I considered long and hard about changing the whole western/eastern clothing and going back to Irish roots but the fact of the matter is I LOVE Japanese culture. And I wanted to include and celebrate it. Though in this alternative version I'm going back to roots and making him half Japanese. As a designer he goes by William Kenji and only Jonathan (Wes' character) and later on, Richard (Kurt) will know of his real last name.
Btw I decided to describe him as half Japanese but other than the slightly different tone of skin you wouldn't be able to tell because he gained mostly western features from his mother? Why is this you ask because IIIFFFF it got made into a book and IIIIFFF by some miracle someone wanted to make a movie I could insist on trying to get Darren Criss xDDDDDD
Do any of you guys get the reference for Blaine and Kurt's names? If you do then I love you xD you prob need to be following me on DeviantArt to get it XD
Not much else to say, still have a mouse in the house terrorising us ;_; OHH OHHH THERE IS ONE IMPORTANT THNG!
PLEASE READ THIS! okay so you're gonna read this and at more than one point might stop and think its…different. Because this chapter is VERY different. Its special. I'm 99% sure I mentioned one of my gorgeous best friends Astra who also happens to be one of THE most talented online writers I know right? Well for fun she collaborated on this chapter with me writing a majority of Blaine's parts, I hope you enjoy it, it's a little different but it's a treat :) I love you guys xxxx
D/C: not true so don't sue xxx
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To say that day had been an emotional one was an understatement. Kurt Hummel had never felt so many emotions at once as he had there and then. He was confused beyond belief at Blaine's sudden appearance but at the same time he had never felt happier in his entire life. To have the young man here, telling him he wanted to be with him was just incredible. He was so in love with him.
The two stayed by the ship, holding one another in the cold as they watched people board, mainly kissing. The feeling of their lips touching over and over again was incredible. It caused each to feel happier than they ever had before. Kurt could hear Samuel calling them in both French and English to come along, that they would drive them to their destination.
Kurt was momentarily confused. What was going to happen? Would he go back to his run down old dump and Blaine to his luxurious flat? He didn't want to be so far, he didn't want Blaine to even leave his arms let alone be so distant from him.
"Ehh…" He bit his lip, unsure what to say then Blaine pulled him close and pressed his face to the side of Kurt's, rubbing against his cheek and nose.
"Live with me." He whispered hoarsely, the brunette's eyes widening as the proposal he had been wishing for escaped Blaine's lips. But was he sure? It was so soon. Oh lord, his heart was thundering in his chest.
"D-do you mean it?" He couldn't help but gasp, his eyes wide as he looked sideways to the man he was in love with. Blaine smiled and pulled him closer, his grip around the fragile blond tight. He buried his face in his hair.
"I do, I mean it, I do not want to be away from you ever again." He confessed, his voice soft like velvet, and it caused Kurt to tremble.
"Oh Blaine…" He whispered, opening his eyes as Blaine's soft hand touched his cheek, tilting his face so they were looking to one another.
"I love you Kurt..." He whispered, causing yet another violent shiver to run through Kurt's body as the brunette closed his eyes, feeling Blaine's mouth cover his own in a tender, breath taking kiss. All air left his lungs and he felt his legs weaken as he wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, the snow falling down around them. It was perfect… so perfect….
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"I'm just…going to get something to wear." Kurt said with a faint whisper, watching as Blaine stretched out, tracing the pathway of another droplet of water that ran down his face. They were pitiful, unable to stay away from one another all day. Kurt couldn't believe his luck as he sat in Blaine's dining room, the young man's still present servants bringing them the most delicious, exquisite cuisine. Apparently Blaine's time in Japan had rekindled his love for their food which suited Kurt fine; he had never tasted sushi before. Still his favourite part was when Blaine fed him. He would blush and giggle, trying all the dishes.
After the meal both had wished to clean up. They had agreed to take things slowly between them so although it was hard to resist having a bath together they decided it was best. Kurt had cleaned himself first, feeling human as he stood out of the warm water and wrapped a thick, white fluffy towel around him. Blaine had then come in, stripping on front of the younger who had been blushing madly. Although he didn't get back in Kurt knelt down beside the bathtub as Blaine cleaned himself and just relaxed. The young man had of course washed up somewhat after his long journey to Paris but the hot bath felt rather incredible.
He would stretch out, unable to stop touching the gorgeous brunette and his wandering fingers would alternate between playing with his hair and tracing some of the droplets off his porcelain skin. Kurt never felt so comfortable but at the same time he couldn't stay here or he wouldn't be able to resist.
Which was why he mentioned finding some clothes. Blaine cupped his cheek, telling him to take his pick of whatever he wanted. Kurt blushed and thanked him, leaning forward and pressing his lips to his beautiful lover.
"I love you." he whispered before sauntering out in his towel to find something to wear. Blaine smiled and continued to bathe himself, wanting to get out and back into the arms of the young man he loved so much.
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The designer wrapped a thick terry towel around his hips in the steamy bathroom after he'd finished bathing and shaved with his straight razor in the tiny mirror over the porcelain sink. He had to wipe the fog off his reflection three times before he finished. He wished he'd had time to get a haircut before rushing back to Paris, but there had been no time.
Hair still damp and body dotted with water droplets, Blaine finished his bath routine. He was nervous about joining Kurt in the bedroom. He stood in front of the closed bathroom door for several long moments trying to compose himself. Kurt had taken his emerald silk robe when he'd had his bath just before, so Blaine was going to have to find something in his bureau to wear to bed.
It was early, just after sunset but both men were so exhausted that neither had the energy to wait very long for bed. Kurt would stay in Blaine's quarters whilst the designer would sleep just down the hall. Blaine sensed a nervousness about Kurt since they had entered the bedroom after supper. He was nervous too. It was the first time they would be utterly alone since Blaine had confessed his newfound feelings to the young man.
Pushing slightly, unable to wait a moment longer, Blaine peered out into the bedroom. It was drafty, the fire his manservant had started in the fireplace long since gone cold. He'd have to rekindle it for Kurt before he retired to the guest room. His eyes started on the large bed, adorned in precious gem coloured silks, he noted how it was empty, candle light flickering across the bedroom. For a moment, Blaine's heart stopped. Had he gone? Had he changed his mind? Did Kurt not trust him after what he'd put him through?
But as he scanned the large bed suite, a sound startled him. His eyes moved to the noise to find Kurt, leaning over his dressing table. It appeared that the male was snooping through his person affects. Blaine couldn't help but smile in response. They were so curious about each other. He knew the feeling very well.
The china rattled as he looked under each box, fingering the jewellery and gemstones he found. Blaine leaned against the door, content to watch. Kurt was wearing his dark sapphire Japanese silk robe. It was a short kimono style and meant to wear with pants beneath but he wore nothing, even his feet were bare. Perusing Kurt's shapely legs, Blaine chewed his lip, feeling his stomach churn with what he now recognized as sexual desire.
Kurt was touching everything across his dressing table; he even picked up a swatch of fabric draped over a nearby chair. It was a rich blue with a hint of green shimmering through it as the light hit and would have matched Kurt's eyes perfectly. Blaine smiled warmly as he watched the young man, run the fabric over his arms and then touch it to his face. He was smelling it, his eyes shut, delight shining across his face. Crossing his arms over his chest, Blaine continued to watch, enjoying it thoroughly, especially because Kurt thought he was alone and not being observed.
Blaine could really see his movements now. He was more Simone like than ever right now. The way he purred gently against the luxurious silk, tip toed on the cold hard wood floor in such a way that only emulated a female. It was easy to see why the young man had passed for a beautiful courtesan for so long, why Blaine had been duped and smitten by the male.
His eyes followed the slim line of Kurt's back as he leant over again, the robe slipping up, showing more lengthy leg. He took a sharp breath in as he saw the start of his bottom, firm and curvaceous. He was exquisite, every part of him perfect. Kurt had found more silk and was just feeling it with his hands, touching it across his skin. The robe he wore had large billowy sleeves that nearly covered his hands but even those were quite feminine. Blaine couldn't wait to feel them all over him.
"I could make you something with those..." he finally spoke, his voice deep and husky as it echoed through the room.
Kurt startled then, turning to look back at Blaine as he remained pressed against the frame of the bathroom.
"That teal color would be extraordinary with your eyes," he told him softly as Kurt became flustered and put the fabrics back over the chair where he'd found them. His cheeks were now bright pink and he kept his eyes averted from Blaine.
Striding across the squeaking wooden floor, Blaine arrived at his side.
Kurt was fidgeting then, fingering his damp curls, before moving to wipe his whole hand across his mouth nervously.
"Don't be afraid, my love," Blaine whispered. "I am just as curious about you..."
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It had torn Kurt to leave Blaine's side in the bathroom just minutes ago, but they had agreed when dining to take things slow. He knew if he remained any longer, he could possibly do something he would regret. He had taken the younger man's bathrobe, excusing himself for some minutes with a peck to the lips. He enjoyed being by Blaine's side. It felt so good but he was also just a little curious about his love.
He discarded the towel that adorned his hips and pulled the short sapphire bathrobe around his slender body. He had to pull the rope round the centre tightly in order for it to stay even remotely closed.
He stood in the younger's room, gazing around him at the unusual décor. Blaine had so many things that intrigued him; things he had never seen before. There were long, beautifully designed swords hanging upon the wall. They were far from the fencing swords Kurt was used to seeing. He found himself staring for some seconds before something else would catch his eye.
Blaine had an assortment of worldly trinkets around the room too. Small boxes with the most beautiful, intricate designs. He picked one up, opening it. It was empty but the soft silk that lined the inside looked touchable and he stretched in, pressing his fingers to the precious fabric. It felt so rich.
He smiled, placing it down and squatting a little, gazing to some of the other boxes. There was one in particular that caught his eye. It was made of beech with a ceramic top. He ran his fingers over the pattern and tried to open it. As it eased apart, he noted that the inside was a small porcelain ballerina. He chuckled, noticing that there was a small key wedged in the front. Unable to help himself as he felt like a child in a toy store, he turned they key a few times and the ballerina began to twirl.
Beautiful music surrounded him and he recognized it in a moment. It was Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake. He had heard it so many times, having been to the ballet more than he could remember. He hummed along with the pretty song, letting it play as he wandered on amidst Blaine's things. There was an array of buttons displayed in a small woven basket. Kurt looked at each one individually, all so small but perfectly designed, each unique to themselves. Some shone like jewels but…in the end, they were just buttons, so amazing.
He smiled again to himself as yet another trinket caught his eye. He was becoming so entranced by the belongings, each one reminding him that they were Blaine's personal effects. He wondered about all the places he'd gone and seen to collect them.
The next item that attracted him was a small wooden doll. He bent down to study the toy, before he noticed another, slightly bigger, then another, and another. There were eight in total, every one of them getting bigger and bigger. Finally Kurt picked up the largest but his eyes widened when only the top half came off while the bottom tumbled to the carpeted floor.
"Oh god, oh no," He whispered, falling to his knees and picking it up, gazing to the two halves. How could Blaine forgive him if he broke it? His heart thundered and he fought to fit the two pieces together, hurrying to return them to their place of origin. His eyes widened when they did thankfully fit back together.
He stood up, looking to the others. Closer examination showed each of them opened and shut the way the one that he'd held in his hand did. He couldn't stop himself as he experimented, placing them inside one another. Realizing they all fit perfectly inside the larger, he chuckled, playing with the dolls before yet again something distracted him. Having placed them back in order he walked over to the edge of the dresser seeing a beautiful photograph in a white china frame.
It was old, yellowing a little around the edges. He looked to the faded black and white photo and saw a woman sitting with her hands crossed on her lap and a man standing behind her, his hand on her shoulder.
The man looked almost exactly like Blaine, almost identical, it was an uncanny resemblance. Only he was obviously older and his beard was trimmed in a different way from Blaine's scruff. He gazed to the man for some seconds before looking to the striking woman.
She was smiling gently but her lips were almost an invisible line appropriate for that era of photos. She was hauntingly attractive. While it was clear to see Blaine got all his looks, there was something very 'Blaine' about this woman. She looked so warm, so open, so friendly. Kurt couldn't help but smile.
He explored a little more before he came to the fabrics. He stretched out a hand, having to pull the sleeve up over his hand just to touch them. There was a beautiful, blue sash of silk that simmered like emeralds if the candle hit it from an angle. It was so soft, he couldn't help but press it to his face, inhale it. It was so beautiful.
He picked up another patch of silk, this one a cream colour. He loved the feeling of silk against his skin and he sighed happily. Suddenly Blaine's voice alerted him to his presence. Spinning around, Kurt's eyes went wide in surprise when he saw his lover. He rested his hand over his heart and blushed, realizing he was caught. He didn't even hear what Blaine had said, the offer to make him something to wear with the fabric.
He watched his near naked lover walk over and began to fidget. Kurt calmed suddenly when he heard Blaine call him his love and explain that his curiosity was mutual. The elder man stretched out, touching his cheek with his knuckles and Kurt closed his eyes, leaning into the touch of his hand. His heart fluttered with unconditional love and excitement, his stomach pitching at the touch.
"Mmmm…"
He couldn't help but mewl, nuzzling his face against Blaine's hand.
"I want to know everything about you, Blaine." He breathed, turning his head slightly so the young designer was cupping his cheek. His eyes opened slowly and he stared at the young man in front of him. 'Oh my…' He thought inwardly, gazing into Blaine's dark eyes. 'I am still so in love with him…'
"Hmmm," Blaine moaned under his breath as Kurt purred, his face now in his hand. He'd thought about the feel of his skin countless times over the past months. It was hard to believe this was reality. "You already know so much..." he whispered, stroking the man's cheek with his thumb. His skin was china white and smoother than his finest silk.
Kurt shivered under his touch and fluttered his deep, expressive eyes at him. It was like the transformation from female to male continued to shift back and forth. Blaine had never felt so drawn or so intrigued by one person in his entire life. Kurt was so fragile one moment while the next he was more resilient than anyone he'd ever met.
"Are you cold?" he asked, not wanting to move but he could tell the young man was cold, standing near naked draped in just silk. "You go and rest on the bed and I will rekindle the fire."
It was near torture being apart from him and Blaine followed him with his eyes as he did as the designer instructed. Blaine's belly was burning hotly as he watched him stroll toward the elaborate bed. He had to force himself and his feet to move to the task.
The stack of wood his man servant had placed near the fireplace was full and Blaine knelt on one knee, still only in his towel as he filled the inside. He could feel Kurt's eyes all over him, it was so erotic. Things were so different now.
"It feels good to be clean," Blaine told him as he stirred the fire to life, the blaze catching and flames licking violently as it caught. "And warm," he added as he dusted the firewood soil from his hands. Turning toward the bed, he could see that Kurt had reclined on the bed, leaning against the pillows, his legs curled beneath him, only a pale knee peeking from beneath the rich blue silk.
A knock at the door had Blaine glancing up.
"Yes?" Blaine answered.
"I have your brandy," his manservant said through the closed door.
"You may come in," Blaine told him, standing and striding over toward the door.
Taking the decorative tray with the brandy canister and two glasses atop of it, Blaine excused the servant for the evening.
"That will be all tonight," he told him quietly, the door closing with a click behind the servant.
"Care for an early night cap?" Blaine asked, setting the tray on the chaise lounge near the bed and pouring without getting an answer. He knew Simone loved brandy and he could only assume Kurt did as well. In fact, once he'd found that fact out, he kept a stock of the best and finest liquor just in case.
Kurt was still watching him closely and Blaine shivered under his stare. It was making him very warm all over. He wasn't sure how to respond but decidedly the designer would just follow his instincts as always.
Handing him the tiny glass, Blaine excused himself to change.
"I'll be right back," he told him, leaving the room only to change into a pair of dark gray flannel night clothes. The shirt was left open as he padded back to the bedroom, the material billowing apart slightly, nothing beneath. Kurt was sipping the dark, amber liquid as he appeared back at the bedside. It was decidedly warmer now with the fire back to a steady blaze. The shadows cast around the room shimmered off the silk of Kurt's dressing gown and caught his attention.
Blaine knelt at the bedside, not wanting to bother, to intrude but wanting to be close all the same.
"Are you tired? Should I let you sleep?" he whispered when their eyes met.
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Kurt was enjoying the touch of Blaine's hand to his cheek so much. His heart was thundering violently and he was sighing with contentment. God, he was so in love with this man. It was unbelievable to think that they had been apart for so long and yet nothing in the world had felt as natural as being here together right now, as if not even seconds had passed when they were apart.
He didn't hear Blaine ask if he was cold, he just stood, nuzzling into him. But when his love mentioned the fire and went to move away, he stretched out, his hands resting on Blaine's arm. He held onto him for a second before leaning close and kissing his lips, his breath warm and shaky. He didn't want to be away from him anymore. Who cared about the fire? Still he couldn't deny the idea of holding Blaine in his arms in front of a roaring fire was the most incredible thing he could imagine.
"I'll be waiting," he whispered, sauntering over to the bed and crawling upon it on his hands and knees. He could feel Blaine looking at him and he blushed, realizing his bottom was practically exposed to him. Slowly, he sunk into an almost cat like position, curled up with his head on his hand, gazing towards Blaine. His heart beating loudly in his chest and he smiled broadly, resting his head on the pillow.
He watched Blaine as he knelt down by the fire, attempting to rekindle the flames. The towel he kept around his hips kept Blaine's body out of sight but Kurt lay there, one arm draped over his head and the other around his stomach. His heart raced as he looked to Blaine from his position on the bed. Even though the embers were small, they lit up Blaine's form, casting the most gorgeous shades of amber against his skin.
"It does." Kurt agreed when his love mentioned feeling clean. God, he looked amazing. There was an undeniable pull in Kurt's stomach, his groin felt all hot and bothered just from staring at Blaine. He squirmed slightly, about to tell his lover how amazing he looked when suddenly they were interrupted.
Blaine went to the door and came back with some brandy. Kurt licked his lips. It was just what he needed right now. He smiled, looking to his lover as he laid it beside the bed, handing him a glass before he rushed to get dressed.
The brunette bit his lip, gazing after Blaine, wanting him back already.
"Come back..." he whimpered gently, sipping from the glass at the bitter liquid. He was pitiful. He already missed him and he didn't mind staring at the door behind which he had disappeared until his lover came back.
The doors opened and in an instant, he was blown away, seeing Blaine so elegantly dressed in his trousers and an open shirt. It was so simple and yet he looked stunning. His cheeks turned pink and he stirred visibly, making himself comfortable on the large bed.
"My goodness..." He whispered to the young man as he knelt beside the bed. Why on earth wasn't he laying on the bed with him? Kurt pouted a little when Blaine asked him about sleep and he shook his head. Stretching out enough to stroke Blaine's limp, damp hair, he smiled.
"No, I do not want to sleep." He told him honestly, trying to coax Blaine closer by applying the slightest of pressure to his head. "I want you near me...please don't go..."
Rolling his head against Kurt's soft hand, fingering through his hair, Blaine's heart fluttered like a bird in a cage. He didn't want to go either. He never wanted to be more than a few feet from him. Never again.
"I won't go." Blaine whispered softly, his eyes opening to meet Kurt's. Dark met darker, firelight flickered around them picking up the amber hues and making the young man's eyes sparkle. Blaine felt like his whole body was floating when Kurt looked at him like that, pleading for him to stay. "Never going again..." he echoed.
The silk dripped from Kurt's shoulder and exposed his creamy skin, distracting the designer's eyes. He moaned softly, moving up from his knees onto the bed. Kurt quickly pulled the fabric up over his slender frame.
"No..." Blaine whispered, eyes locking with Kurt's as he eased the fabric back down to where it had fallen. Slowly he removed the tiny snifter of brandy from Kurt's hand and set it on the table next to the bed. "Don't hide from me...we've hidden enough..." he mused quietly, the smile only in his eyes now, his mouth serious with intent.
His eyes moved back to the bare shoulder and he slowly stroked just his fingertips over the smooth flesh.
"So soft..." he echoed again, just as Kurt reached up by instinct to cover again. "Hmmm, no..." Blaine moaned as he stopped him, leaning close, his breath fanning along the column of Kurt's neck. Hovering, his lips brushed over the skin of his shoulder repeatedly, his breath already catching in his throat.
Kurt felt such relief when Blaine whispered that he wasn't going anywhere. He felt like he couldn't let the younger man leave the room without a horrible fear engulfing him. They had been apart for so long, he couldn't take it anymore.
At first, he didn't notice as the fabric fell from his shoulder but Blaine glancing to it brought his attention around and he covered himself. A little game followed with Blaine pulling the fabric back and Kurt hiding himself. The brunette had a small, playful smile on his lips as he covered his shoulder once more, feeling Blaine take his brandy away.
He didn't comment, just stared into his love's eyes. He could see his smile, it warmed him all over. His stomach pitched and he squirmed slightly, breath catching in his throat. He looked to the young man in front of him, trying to hold onto the fabric to stop Blaine from pulling it down but Blaine succeeded in the end. This time he didn't only pull it over his shoulder but he leaned forward, those perfect, full lips hovering over the flesh of his shoulder.
A quiet gasp escaped Kurt and his eyes rolled shut for a moment. He looked down to the young man beside him with arousal. His heart beat speedily in his chest and he smiled to him, consenting silently without words. No more hiding.
Blaine felt a sigh bubble in his chest as his lips finally pressed against the skin of Kurt's shoulder. He inhaled sharply, the masculine scent of his own soap along Kurt's skin almost more than he could handle. His whole body shook violently although he couldn't let Kurt see how he was affecting him. His groin was hot, his belly fluttering to life as he repeated the action.
His eyes drifted back open to see that Kurt submitted to his advances. He could hear the purr come from his lips and it only made him want to snarl and ravish the man before him. Alas, he could not. He would not ruin this moment, this perfect second with lack of self control.
As he glanced downward, he could now see Kurt's knee peeking from beneath the robes. He reached out, stretching his fingers to uncover the slender leg. A dark sprinkling of hair dotted the man's leg and Blaine pushed his fingers through it, mewling at the texture, the sensation. Simone had always worn stockings. He'd never seen the man's legs before. It seemed too much, though, as Kurt quickly covered the extremity.
Blaine groaned, looking disappointedly up at Kurt's face. He saw fear there and bit his lip. He didn't want him to fear him. He'd never do anything to hurt the young man. At least not intentionally. In the end, they had hurt each other. But not now. That was the past.
"Shh..." Blaine soothed, his hand covering Kurt's. "Please. Please don't hide from me. I don't want disguises anymore. I only want you..."
Kurt had his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of Blaine breathe over the flesh of his neck. He moaned gently, leaning back so his neck was more exposed. His eyes fluttered and he sighed gently, unaware Blaine was eyeing his knee until he felt his hand stroke against it. He tensed, feeling the direct skin on skin contact. Eyes springing wide, he looked to the young man in front of him, heart hammering in his chest. Quickly, he covered his leg, pulling it closer to his body.
He was so used to hiding. He was so damn afraid. Blaine had fallen for Simone and although he now claimed he'd fallen for the 'person' Kurt was…. What about his body now? His body was far from perfect and he was sure it was way beyond what Blaine wanted. Yet….yet, he was being so gentle. Kurt felt so at ease with Blaine, so comfortable. He gazed into his eyes, swallowing loudly, heart aching with the love he felt.
Blaine whispered how he didn't want him to hide and he felt his cheeks burn madly. He looked into Blaine's eyes, his hand slowly loosening its grip. Resting his hand down finally, submitting, the fabric gave way to Blaine's wandering hand.
"That's right," Blaine whispered, moving his hand back to Kurt's leg. His fingers skated along the warm skin, watching the hair stand on end and gooseflesh ripple down from his knee. "Sssh..." he murmured as he leant down, his nose making contact with Kurt's knee as his lips brushed along the bony prominences. He pressed his lips behind his knee, on his calf, making his way down to his delicate ankle and finally his foot, before he looked up to find the young man watching him, trembling. "I only want you to feel good. I'll stop the minute that changes..."
Kurt was shaking all over, gazing down to the man he loved so much. He watched as Blaine's hand moved downwards, stroking everywhere along his leg. The young designer even moved downwards and kissed his knee. It seemed so strange but at the same time so natural. Kurt's cheeks were a bright red due to his blushing but the dancing light of the fire hid that effectively.
"I feel good…" He meekly told the young designer, gazing down into his eyes with a soft smile. When he felt Blaine touch his foot he jumped a little, having to stifle a giggle as Blaine's powerful hands touched one of the most ticklish areas of his body.
Moving away from the area he found was ticklish, Blaine kept his eyes glued to the beautiful man laid out before him. His hand eased up Kurt's leg, sliding through the silken hair, back over his knee and up his strong thigh. The robe parted further revealing more smooth leg. Blaine's hungry gaze devoured what he'd uncovered as he watched his fingers sliding up higher. He didn't dare go inside, but merely transferred onto the robe and glided up to his hip. Kurt was squirming at this point, leaning back into the lush pillows behind him. His eyes were hooded as he watched every move Blaine made.
"Hmm...yes you do," he half growled. "You feel so good, Kurt..." he told him using his name. His real name.
Blaine paused over his narrow hip, fingering the bone before he slid up his rib cage, hidden by precious dark silk. He knew he'd reached his nipple, feeling the disc poking out toward him and stopped. Again his eyes darted from the nipple to Kurt's face and he could see the strawberry blush on his face. He normally had so little colour, his skin milky white without makeup.
He thumbed across the flat, hard nub, watching Kurt's mouth open and breath hiss out, his eyes closing momentarily with pleasure.
Blaine could feel his groin harden even more, almost straining against the bed sheets as Kurt squirmed. His body hadn't been this aroused since the day... the day he had kissed Kurt for the first time.
Kurt was crazily aroused right now. He was thankful that Blaine had so many pillows behind him to prop him up, as he was weak with desire. Reclined back but able to see his love, Blaine's roving hands wandered curiously along his body. Eyes closed, Kurt arched his back as his lover's hand stroked along his thigh.
He wanted him, he wanted his touch. If Blaine had inspected his groin, then he would have discovered he was hard. It felt like so long since he had felt like this. Kurt gazed to his love for some seconds, licking his lips as Blaine mentioned how good he felt.
"I-I do?" he said coyly.
He wasn't sure what to do.
It had been oh so long since someone had touched him as a true man and not a female in hiding. Suddenly, he realized Blaine had called him Kurt. His given name.
His heart skipped some vital beats and he moaned loudly.
"Oh Blaine….I'm so…I've never…" He didn't even get to finish what he was trying to say as Blaine's talented fingers stroked his nipple through the fabric. The feeling of the cool silk being pressed against the peak caused him to tremble slightly. He couldn't talk, only whimper as he stretched, his body straining into the touch. "Blaine…your touch…mmmm, so good…"
Kurt's voice took on a whole new sound as Blaine touched him more. The velvety pitch turning rough as sandpaper as Blaine rubbed his nipple through the coarse silk.
"Mmm..." Blaine groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, his restraint waning. His body felt like it was ablaze like the fire across the room. A light layer of perspiration lining his lower back and he already wanted to rip his shirt off. Crawling up closer to where his hand was, he slowly peeled the silk back to reveal the flat bud he'd just brought to full hardness. He breathed erratically as he looked at the cocoa coloured peak and his mouth actually watered. "Can I kiss you here?" he asked, his voice a rough squeak.
He'd never do anything without Kurt's consent but he couldn't wait for a response as he moaned loudly just before roughly covered the area with his lips. Suckling and flickering his tongue against the raised nipple, Blaine growled painfully. He was so hard he couldn't see, couldn't think. He'd never felt arousal like this before. Nothing even remotely close. Even when with Simone.
Kurt was squirming madly and his eyes were shut. He was arching into the touch, his body on fire similarly to the designer. His eyes would open and close, trying to look at Blaine but it was too good, too intense.
Every touch heightened the entire ordeal and Kurt was soon just a slave to Blaine's hands. What he wanted more than anything was a kiss but he was in no position to make requests. He felt his nipple being exposed and again his hand went to cover himself but Blaine stopped him, asking if he could kiss it. Kurt stuttered for a moment but before he could answer his love had covered the little nub with his lips. His eyes widened and he fell back again, writhing. He even dared to stretch out and entwine his fingers in Blaine's soft, lengthened hair.
"Mmmmm…Blaine…your lips…they're like velvet," He moaned, looking down to the young man, watching as Blaine licked at his nipple. He ground up, feeling his hips press into Blaine's side and he whimpered, shaking everywhere. Blaine's tongue laved against the bud, using the slightly teeth to pull whilst a long, high pitched gasp escaped him. "Oh yes! Please…mmm do that again! Please Blaine.." He pleaded.
"Anything...everything...for you..." Blaine hissed as he encircled the bud again, his teeth tugging gently as he suckled it up into his mouth. Nursing the sensitive area, Blaine's other hand pushed the fabric aside and began stroking the opposite area. He could feel Kurt strain up against him and for a moment, he felt his arousal. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried not to cry out. His belly on fire, Blaine began to feel ravenous. If he kept this up, they would both be gone in no time.
It had been in their agreement to go slow but Blaine now wanted anything but. He wanted to touch him everywhere, he wanted to see his entire body lay out on the emerald satin sheets. He wanted them soaked with sweat, drenched in the love, damp with their release. But he tried hard to hold back.
Stretching up, his fingers slide over Kurt's collarbone until they reached his open mouth, heaving with breath. His gaze was feral when it met Kurt's this time, feeling the hotness of his breath against the tips of his fingers. He was suddenly reminded that he'd yet had those petals. He was so absorbed in seeing his body, in the flesh that he'd forgotten the most important part.
Hurriedly, he let go of Kurt's nipple and scrambled up the man's body, his full weight on him now as he quickly sailed in, capturing his open mouth in a frenzied kiss.
"Mmmmm..." He groaned loudly as the sweet taste of his mouth filled his senses. "Oh god...oh god..." he echoed as he began to kiss him, not holding back this time. His tongue thrust forward as he felt Kurt wind his fingers into his hair, pulling him close. Their mouths were a messy meeting of teeth, tongues and lips, snagging and pulling in pursuit of more. Blaine couldn't breathe as they kissed, their bodies pressed together hotly, only the thin silk between their bare chests. "Kurt..." he cried out between kisses.
This was all too much. Kurt was becoming ridiculously aroused by it all. The feeling of one of Blaine's hands on his nipple and his mouth on the second was more blissful than he ever could have imagined. He closed his eyes, arching his chest into the young male's talented mouth. His heart was racing and he was sure Blaine would be able to feel it under his lips. How could he not?
He then became aware of the wandering hand that was touching him all over. He smiled, moaning gently and suddenly Blaine's fingers were on his lips. He moaned, his tongue unable to help itself as it darted out and suckled at the digits, pulling them into his mouth, his appetite voracious for more.
"Mmmm…" He moaned, finding it difficult to breathe. Blaine had covered his lips with his own, kissing him with such a passion, such vigour that he was helpless to stop him. This was how a kiss should be, he mused, eyes rolling back, arching against him again.
"Mmm Blaine…oh B-Blaine..." He moaned loudly, hearing his own name, his own male name escaping the designer's lips. "I love you; I love your kisses, your lips…" He kissed him again, not commanding the kiss but successfully responding to every one, his body feverish now.
Pressing the entire weight of his body into the man beneath him, Blaine felt the pillows giving way, sliding off the bed so that they were flush. Touching every exposed area of flesh, Blaine growled hotly. He couldn't get enough as he ravaged his mouth, tongues flailing hotly. His hips moved between Kurt's legs, feeling the slender thighs envelope him, squeezing tightly as they pressed together. He gasped when his erection made itself known, his eyes fluttering open for a moment.
He was concerned that Kurt might become alarmed when he felt how hard and heavy his length was but he didn't seem to notice as he wound around him, pushing up too. Blaine's hands slipped down his body, over the silky material that was now binding up and keeping them from feeling what they craved. Gripping Kurt's sharp hips, Blaine pulled them up against him. His hands slid behind the man's hips, taking hold of his tight bottom, squeezing as he tried to get their groins even closer.
Blaine was panting now, sounding more like a wild animal than a man. Grunts even escaped his lips as their mouths fused with panic. It had been too long. Too much time had passed, neither could hold back anymore. It was becoming too hard to resist. Blaine had longed for months to feel him like this, under his body, writhing up against him. He was acutely aware of how aroused Kurt was now that their lengths pressed together, rubbing feverishly. And he loved it. He loved it so much.
"Ah...god...ah..." Blaine gasped, feeling Kurt's finger's twist in his hair before skating down his back, open palms against his skin, under his pyjama top. "Like fire...it's like fire..." he echoed, feeling the burn of every place Kurt's hands touched.
Kurt was overwhelmed in these moments. He wasn't sure how to react. Even before Simone, no one had touched him like this, made him feel this way. He moaned, his eyes rolling back as his head fell back against the pillows which sunk away, leaving Blaine and Kurt pressed intimately together.
He could feel his love losing control and his mind and body went crazy as well. He was pushing back into Blaine, so hot all over. The silk robe was beginning to stick to him and he whimpered.
"Mmm oh yes..." He said in a faint, husky whisper. He wanted this so badly, he wanted Blaine. The robe was giving way, becoming looser, covering him less. He whimpered, feeling Blaine press against his groin and a long, low moan escaped him. Yes, he had also wanted things to be slow but…god he couldn't deny him this. He couldn't deny Blaine at all and when the elders erection pressed between his legs, he cried out.
"Oh my goodness..." He gasped, clinging to the younger and closing his eyes. God, this felt good. Oh, it felt so, so good. The feeling of Blaine against him, his hard length against him. He never wanted it to end. "Blaine, I'm…I'm not too..." He whispered, kissing his lips deeply and his eyes closed shut. "Mmm, I'm so hot…Blaine…please…touch me! I am begging you to… I need…to feel you…"
Blaine was busy grasping at Kurt's bottom, pulling the firm cheeks apart as he pushed down against his groin when he heard his lover's voice cry out to be touched. Oh yes, he wanted to touch him. He wanted to feel every part of his body.
"Hmm...Kurt...Kurt..." Blaine grunted, working himself off as he rubbed hard against the young man. It felt so good, his belly was near exploding. "Oh god...yes..." he cried out as he buried his mouth against Kurt's, tongues massaged together as they bucked against one another. "You feel so good..." he moaned. "So very good..."
Kurt was becoming frantic. His heart was roaring in his chest and he arched into the young man's touch on top of him. Blaine was amazing, his head was spinning. He wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever but he knew it had to end soon. He was too hot and Blaine's words in his ear were setting off a spark inside him he had never felt before.
His head rolled back and he wound his arms around Blaine's body, allowing his love to take all control over his body as he did nothing other than grind his hips upwards, rolling them against Blaine.
"B-Blaine…" He whispered, his eyes teary with pleasure as he buried his face against his neck. The heat of the fire flooded over their entwined bodies and Kurt felt shivers explode through him as his eyes welled up with tears. "I've missed you…I-I've missed you so…" He gasped pitifully, never wanting to let go of this moment. He shakily fused their lips together, his own trembling against Blaine's relentless tongue. "N-never…n-never leave me again…" He whispered quietly.
Blaine groaned, moving his lips to the steady thrill of Kurt's pulse across his neck, his mouth opening as he tried to breathe.
"Never..." he murmured against his damp skin.
Blaine knew he should get control over his body. He knew it was too early to be surrendering to their every physical demand. Swallowing dryly, he could feel Kurt shaking, trembling in his arms, his breath raspy and erratic as he mewled and whimpered.
"Sssh..." Blaine whispered, trying to calm him. "Ssssh...Kurt..."
He pressed his lips softly to the corner of Kurt's mouth, stroking his hands through his short, dark curls.
"Calm down, baby..."
Lifting up, Blaine looked down into his face. The man's brow was furrowed as if in pain, his mouth open, breath near to gasping.
"Sssh..." he husked again, slowing their bodily movements. Kurt was straining now, his body bucking and arching hotly. Blaine was having to pull every morsel of restraint not to just join him and send both of them over the edge. He was just moments from release himself but he knew they should wait. He wanted to make love to him. He wanted to take it slow, make every second count.
Finally Kurt opened his eyes and met his gaze, but his expression was that of worry now.
"I want it to be perfect," Blaine whispered. "I want everything, every second of when we come together like this to be perfect."
When Kurt didn't answer, Blaine cupped one of the man's cheeks, stroking gently.
"I want to woo you...I want to wine and dine you...I want to show you how in love with you I am..." he replied softly. "I don't want to just frantically attack you, have my way with you...even though I'm so hard right now, I could do just that... I've never been this hot before," he told him, leaning in close, inhaling his sweet breath. "You drive me crazy..."
"Blaine..." Kurt whispered, eyes wide as he gazed up to the young man above him. His body was heated all over. He could feel his lover's movements slow down and he closed his eyes, his head falling backward. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest as he wound his arms around his love, trying to calm down, trying to take it slow like his lover suggested. It was all just so thrilling and exciting but Blaine was right, they should take it slow.
The hair on the back of his neck and arms stood up when Blaine whispered to him. He gazed to him with love in his eyes, listening to Blaine mutter how he wanted to woo him, romance him. His heart fluttered hearing the young man above him say this. He was so in love with him, his eyes were hot and teary. He of course was on fire for the young designer too but he couldn't stop the welling water as the half Irishman whispered to him.
"O-oh, Blaine." He whispered, choking as he gazed into his beautiful chocolate eyes. Their movements were slowed now and Kurt fused their lips together in the lightest of kisses. "I am…s-so in love with you too. I'm lucky to have you here…" he smiled, tilting his head to continue the tender but loving kisses. "I want it all, Blaine, I want everything to be perfect, you and I…it's just perfect."
"Indeed, my love," Blaine murmured against his lips, repeatedly stroking his cheeks and face. He gazed down at him from his position between the man's legs. His robe was parted open, his creamy white skin glowing with perspiration in the firelight. Blaine perused his face, the long expanse of his neck, his rosy red nipples, still taut from the attention he'd given. There was something so utterly sexual about him laid out beneath him like this; even his lips were plump and swollen from brutal kisses. "You are the most beautiful...exquisite man I've ever seen in my life," he whispered, his eyes returning to meet Kurt's.
It was the truth. In his line of work, Blaine was used to seeing women and men, sometimes their beauty so breathtaking that it was difficult to breathe normally. But nothing prepared him for the intense sensation he felt when looking upon Kurt, hisKurt, the love of his life. Nothing he could make, not even the finest of silks or the most expensive of fabrics could compare to the natural beauty of the man before him.
Firelight licked out, casting shadows over his face, his body and Blaine mewed with pleasure.
"I can't wait to show you the world..." he whispered. "It will be like starting over for me. I will be seeing through fresh eyes as if it was the first time. You've changed me. I never would have dreamed life could be like this, that it could be this rich... And you are to blame for that. I've never been happier than I am in this moment..."
Kurt looked up to Blaine as he examined his body. This time he made no moves to cover up, he didn't try anything in fact. He just sat, staring to his lover, stomach churning hotly. He wanted his approval so much. He wanted Blaine to like his body, to like him, to love him even. He could see the designer's hungry eyes look over him, god he was so in love with him. Soon he hoped he would be given the same chance to examine his love in the same detail, he wanted to know everything right down to every freckle, every scar as strange as that may seem.
He heard the designer give out a little purr of what he assumed was approval and his cheeks reddened. He gazed to Blaine for some seconds, looking into his eyes. His face was burning as his lover whispered about showing him the world, how it was starting over and how Kurt changed him. He couldn't stop his cheeks from turning redder and he glanced downwards, smiling weakly.
"Blaine..." He whispered, about to tell him there was no need, that he didn't have to bring him anywhere but he looked into his eyes and smiled, cheeks still a healthy pink. "I am happy anywhere you are." He whispered, stroking his lover's face. "You've changed me too Blaine, from the day I met you. I've never felt love before, I've never been so in love but you make my heart sing, you make me happier than I've ever been…" He smiled shyly, eyes tearing up. "I love you Blaine…so, so much..."
There were no words to be shared as Blaine pulled him against his chest, cradling him close as if he were something precious, something irreplaceable. And he was. Nothing would ever been the same now. His entire life had changed in one moment, one heartbeat and he was happy. There had been many a month that Blaine had lay quietly, sure that he was destined to be without the man in his arms. The relief he felt was without bounds. It was as if everything he'd done before, experienced in his life prior to Kurt had just faded away. His life began now, in this second. He was in love.
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A/N: thanks to BreeTwee for editing xxx
I'm sorry about this again but I don't think I could get around to many replies, including any pms I have but I'll do them in the morning. I'm just exhausted the last few days, I'm so sorry. I love you all so effing much xxxxxxx
Btw next chapter can continue with plot or it can be their first time making love for reals, which would you prefer? I don't wanna overload you with slashy scenes