The entire week after their first time together, Kurt couldn't stop smiling. They had gotten flack from their friends, but it didn't deter them from rushing off to be together again. Blaine had tried to get Kurt to take a day to recover, but now that Kurt knew how incredible lovemaking could be, there was no way he was going to stop.
Kurt remembered his promise from their first night one morning and woke Blaine up by worshipping every inch of his body. Starting at his feet and ankles, teasing with his fingers and lips – except no lips on the feet, Blaine may have nice feet, but Kurt refused to go there – he made his way up one leg. Blaine had awoken with a mumble, but when he realized what Kurt was doing, he laid his head back and moaned. Just before he reached Blaine's now aching cock, Kurt slid back down the bed to start up his other leg. Blaine may have called him an asshole, but took it back when Kurt gave him a raised diva brow. Making his way up, he gave a tiny kitten lick to gather the precome on Blaine's aching tip. He really never thought he would enjoy the flavor, but there was an earthiness to it, warm, and just Blaine. Looking up at Blaine, he made a show of licking his lips before bending back down to his worshipping. Kurt was soon the one moaning as he sucked and lapped at the delicious V framing Blaine's abs. There was something about those grooves that just did it for him.
When he'd told Blaine he got hard whenever Blaine walked around in only jeans with the top button undone, his soulmate hadn't forgotten. In fact, Kurt couldn't remember a day since that Blaine went topless and made sure his pants rode low on his hips. Not that Kurt minded one bit. One or both of them usually ended up getting blowjobs, so it was no hardship.
Watching Blaine writhing around now as he made his way up to his hardened nipples, gently scraping over them, Kurt was worried he might come before he got to the really good parts. He eventually had Blaine turn over just so he could lick up and down that muscular back and spend several minutes worshipping that beautiful perky ass. Blaine had barely turned over again when he'd flipped Kurt onto his back and made quick work of preparing Kurt before thrusting deep inside him in one push. It had been a fast and furious fucking, but they were just as lovingly sated as they were when they took their time.
That night they'd had a phone conference with Grandpa to ask about the energy exchange they'd experienced their first time. Once they had gotten over their stuttering, Grandpa laughed at them.
"Come on now, boys. If you can't say it, you shouldn't be doing it," he teased them.
"Um," Blaine began, his face bright red.
Kurt finally rolled his eyes. "Grandpa, we had sex for the first time and after we, um, as we orgasmed, we felt this energy. It was like when we Join, but really strong. It was amazing and unlike anything we'd ever felt before. We were hoping you could help us figure out what that was all about." He was so thankful they were talking about this over the phone. If they'd been in the same room with the older man, Kurt knew his face would be so red he would be glowing.
"Kurt Elizabeth, thank you for having more balls than Blaine Devon. Come on, grandson, we have all had sex and we can talk about cocks and coming," Grandpa said matter-of-factly.
"Grandpa!" Blaine shrieked.
Kurt gave a similar squeak, wishing there was something like brain bleach that would allow him to forget those words had ever been spoken.
Grandpa laughed. And laughed. And kept laughing until they heard Grandma come up and lecture him in the background. They heard what must have been a smack on Grandpa's head because he finally settled down into chuckles and they were able to carry on.
"So, boys, just like you were able to experience your Claiming without sex, you also appear to be able to have power surges and exchanges during sex. Perhaps even outside of sex if you worked with it. Most folks tend to have to work at experiencing them at all. Damn you two either have super great sex or your soul bond is deeper than most," Grandpa said, letting another chuckle escape.
"I've never heard of anything like that," Blaine said, confused. He was taking notes so he could look it all up online later. They both agreed that talking to Grandpa was more reliable then the internet, so they used Google as supplemental information only.
"Well, they probably explained in class that you may no longer need to Join, right?" Grandpa asked.
"Yeah," Kurt spoke up. "Once the Claim is open, usually after sex, your bond can allow emotions and energy to flow, depending on the couple. So far we've only experienced the emotional exchange."
"It makes sense. You two seem to have a closer bond than most. I looked into it after we talked last time and talked to an old friend who knew about experiences like yours. It appears that you will have a stronger version of what most of us lowly beings have. Now that you've had the closest kind of intimacy there is, you will no longer have to Join or anything like it. You can, to experience the closeness, but it's not necessary. Also, once you work at it, you can close down the emotional exchange completely. And now, you will be able to do that with strength as well," Grandpa said.
Blaine immediately cut in. "Why would we close off our emotions?" he demanded.
"Relax, Blaine Devon," Grandpa warned. "You boys have a lot of crap coming up now that it's nearing the end of school. Say Kurt is stressed during a final and trying to concentrate. Meanwhile, you're having a free period and are being rowdy with your friends. Do you think that would be conducive to Kurt being able to focus? No. So far, I'm sure you've been able to at least cover certain emotions from each other. Now, like a muscle, you can exercise your exchange and shut it down completely. Even for extended periods of time," he said.
Kurt looked at Blaine curiously. "So, Grandpa, if I'm visiting my dad, would I still be able to feel Blaine or block emotions from a long distance?"
"Absolutely. Since your bond and Claim are as complete as they can be, no amount of distance will matter. You will be able to feel each other and exchange energy from anywhere in the world. It won't be necessary as you'll always be somewhat near each other, but it is possible," he answered.
Blaine spoke up. "Will exchanging energy always be both ways or can one of us do it at a time if it's needed. Also, will it take away from the one giving the energy?"
"Good questions, Blaine Devon. I'm glad to know those bow ties of yours aren't squeezing out all the brain cells in that cute little head of yours," he teased.
Kurt giggled, but stopped when Blaine gave a mock glare.
"You were saying, Grandpa," Blaine sassed.
"Yes, it can happen at the same time. Yes, one of you can draw energy from the other. And no, it will not drain or take anything from the giver. All of this strength and emotional energy is like a live entity that is connecting you. Like a cord that is plugged into both of you and is able to constantly fortify you with everything you need, it will always be there. So, say Kurt has to go to Japan for business," Grandpa said.
Kurt looked at Blaine, shaking his head with a grimace, mouthing 'never'.
"Kurt would be able draw extra energy if he needed it. He would then be able to shut down the emotional connection in order to concentrate on the task at hand. Regardless of whatever your emotional state is, energy will always be flowing, you can just turn it up when needed," he told them.
"That sounds like it's going to be really helpful during med school," Blaine said and Kurt nodded.
"Right you are, Blaine Devon. I highly suggest you start quote, unquote, 'working out' those new muscles between you so it becomes second nature," Grandpa suggested. "Anymore questions, boys?"
Kurt and Blaine shared a glance and shook their heads. "Nope, we're good. Thank you, Grandpa."
"Anytime, my boys. Now go away, I'm gonna get laid!"
They heard a shriek that matched their own horrified cries as Grandpa laughed and ended the call.
"Oh my god, are my ears bleeding?" Blaine asked, looking slightly green.
"Let's go get coffee," Kurt said. "I need fresh air after that."
. . . . . . . . .
Over the coming weeks, they did as Grandpa suggested and worked out their new 'muscles'. It did turn out to be quite handy to cut off all emotional ties when they were in class. Whereas it had seemed a little busy in their minds before, now they were able to concentrate fully and return to feeling each other when classes were out. It was like clenching a muscle and they quickly adjusted to the new use of their bond.
At one point when Kurt was with a study group and Blaine was punching at the heavy bag, they'd closed off their emotional connection. As he worked out and began to tire out, he slowly drew strength from the bond. Almost immediately, he was back to moving quickly. Talking with Kurt later, his soulmate had felt no drain on himself at all, proving Grandpa right.
. . . . . . . .
The closer graduation loomed, the more chaotic their lives became. Between studying for finals, they were applying to colleges. Kurt had to have Blaine sign a pile of Dominant Agreement Forms, the basic sheet all submissives had to send in with their applications to prove they had 'permission' to apply. Once again, it was an indication that submissives didn't have equal rights across the country. Kurt knew some of the colleges would probably accept him without the forms, but he wasn't going to risk it. He just stuck one inside each envelope, hoping for the best.
Many evenings were spent switching between memorizing index cards full of information and typing out applications on the computer. They were so tired mentally, they kept their emotions shut down just so they could keep their stress separate from the other.
Blaine noticed that Kurt had begun sitting or kneeling on the floor next to him or in between his legs. Early in their relationship, Kurt's favorite study spot was the corner of the couch where he could curl up with his laptop. Now he used the coffee table, subtly pulling the table closer so he would be kneeling near Blaine's legs. Blaine's heart, and yes, his Dom heart as well, were touched that Kurt seemed to draw strength – aside from the bond strengths – from being near him. Twice now, he'd looked down to see Kurt dozing or reading his study guides with his head resting against Blaine's knee. He wanted to shout with joy and twirl Kurt around, thanking him for these small signs of his submissive nature seeking out the strength of his Dominant. He also felt fulfilled and truly relaxed, no matter his outward stress, when he felt the love emanating from Kurt during these quiet moments.
They didn't talk much anymore other than during meals. Even then it was just asking how many more college applications they'd churned out or which course was going to be the most challenging during finals.
. . . . . . . .
"Blaine Devon, did you get your application off to UCLA like we talked about?" Grandpa asked.
Kurt waved to Blaine and pointed toward Jeff and Nick's apartment. Blaine nodded and turned back to his call.
"I did. That was the first one I completed and mailed out. Thank you for all the reference letters you were able to get for me," Blaine said, truly grateful.
"You earned them, grandson, and I'm damn proud of you. You know you will be the fourth generation to graduate from there. It's a family tradition. And one day, your little ones will go there. You are going to have kids right?" Grandpa asked, somewhat dubious.
"Yes, Grandpa, Kurt and I will either adopt or find a surrogate. Eventually. That will be a long way down the road," Blaine assured him. He and Kurt had only mentioned kids in passing, but there was plenty of time to consider it. Plenty of time. "But first, I need to concentrate on finals. It seems like I just can't study hard enough. Not to mention, I swear every class is demanding random reports and essays just for the hell of it."
"Watch your mouth, Blaine Devon. You are a good student, you'll do fine. Now, back to UCLA, did Kurt apply there, too?" Grandpa asked.
"Not there, but I'm sure he applied to several arts programs in the area," Blaine said. He honestly didn't know, but he was sure Kurt had.
"You two are going to have the time of your lives. You can get an apartment and maybe Kurt can go part time so he can help you get through med school. You'll love California, living there is like the opposite of Ohio," he said, his voice dreamy.
Blaine chuckled. "Well, I still have to get in, Grandpa."
Grandpa snorted. "You're an Anderson, of course you'll get in."
. . . . . . . .
"He's not going to ask me," Kurt moaned, having escaped while Blaine was talking to Grandpa.
"He's still got time," Jeff encouraged.
Kurt glared at his best friend. "Jeffrey, the ball is Saturday. It is now Tuesday. How much longer do I wait until I just have to give up on going. I already have my suit ready and his is almost done. Thank you, by the way, for letting me work on them here, so I can keep them a surprise."
Jeff shrugged and smiled. "You've been helping me study while you work, so I don't mind. I love your suit, by the way. You will look amazing."
"Thanks. I will look amazing if I get to go!" Kurt tried to simply sound whiney, but he really was saddened that his very first school dance – and last – that he had a chance of going to, with a boy, and that boy hadn't asked him yet.
Nick walked through the room without stopping. "Why don't you just ask him?"
Kurt and Jeff stared after him and then turned to each other.
"Why didn't we think of that?" Jeff asked with a huge grin.
Kurt grinned for a moment before it faltered. "Isn't that like the girl asking the guy? Am I not supposed to ask because I'm a sub?"
Jeff raised his brow. "Seriously? Are you listening to yourself, Mr. Progressive Submissive of the Year? Why couldn't you ask?"
Kurt shrugged. "I know Blaine has progressed a lot, but I think he still has some caveman Dom tendencies in him. I don't want to be shut down for the one and only dance I have the opportunity to go to. And it's not just a dance, it's a ball. A real ball, Jeff!" Kurt said wistfully.
Jeff didn't have the heart to tell him that Dalton just used the term 'ball' to make it sound more fancy than public schools. The Dalton Academy Senior Ball was just like any prom or dance. Though it was better decorated. And in a better building. And with far superior food. And music. Okay, it was a ball.
"That reminds me. If, I mean when, Blaine says yes, Wes wants you two to sing a duet. Your choice as long as it's lovey dovey," Jeff said.
"Performing at a ball?" Kurt practically had stars in his eyes.
Jeff giggled. "Go make that man of yours a nice dinner then ask him to go, will you?"
"Okay!" Kurt said and ran from the room, his plan in motion.
That night after Blaine finished his dinner, a candlelit dinner with music, Kurt cleared the dishes, telling Blaine to stay seated. He carried back a homemade cheesecake. Cutting into it and placing it perfectly on the plate he carried it to Blaine where he got down on one knee.
Blaine's eyes were wide and curious.
"Blaine Anderson, my love, my soulmate," Kurt began. Blaine's eyes grew so wide, Kurt thought they might pop out. "Will you go to the Senior Ball with me?"
Blaine let out a puff of air, not sure if he was happy or sad that Kurt hadn't proposed as he'd begun to think he might. Then he thought about what Kurt asked. "I thought we already were?"
Kurt tilted his head, a trait Blaine adored. "You never asked me."
Now Blaine cocked his head. "I didn't know I had to. I just assumed we were going."
Kurt's diva brow popped up as he stood. "Are you telling me that I've been stressing and worrying about why you weren't asking me for nothing? Because you thought we were already going?" His voice seemed to climb an octave higher every few words.
Blaine held up his hands. "Sweetie, I am so sorry! I didn't know I was supposed to ask. And yes, of course I will go with you. I was going to pick up my suit on Friday."
Kurt sank into his seat, letting out a deep breath. "Okay. Good. Yes. We are going. And no, Blaine, I am making your suit, so don't insult me by renting one."
Blaine was touched. "You're making me a suit?"
"Of course I am," Kurt said, like it should have been obvious. "Oh my god, Blaine!"
"What?" Blaine asked, wondering what else was going on.
"I'M GOING TO THE SENIOR BALL!"
. . . . . . . .
Kurt felt like royalty as he and Blaine descended the stairs into the ballroom at Dalton. Just like all the common rooms and classrooms, Dalton Hall was beautiful, towering pillars, deep, dark wood, beautiful art. Tonight it was accented with subtle lighting and tasteful decorations. The ladies from Crawford Country Day Academy filled the room with their colorful dresses; most of which Kurt actually approved of.
At the bottom of the staircase, they posed for their picture. Kurt knew they looked fabulous. Blaine's black suit was close cut to his muscular form, his tie slim and a deep navy blue that made his golden eyes pop. Kurt's kilt was his most favorite creation to date. The plaid was made of deep charcoal grays, navy blues, and smaller squares of a subtle green. His jacket was cut close like Blaine's, his tie slim and black.
Blaine's eyes had lit up when he first saw him. Kurt's combat boots rode up to his knees with black tights that disappeared under the kilt. Blaine had wanted to know if Kurt was like a true Scotsman underneath, but Kurt refused to show him. He would show his soulmate later, maybe see if Blaine would enjoy the view.
The night was a dream come true. He and Blaine danced to slow songs, upbeat mixes, together and with their friends. Jeff and Kurt goofed around the dance floor to a remix of 'Single Ladies'. Wes and Layla were voted King and Queen of the ball and they all applauded for them.
When it was time for Blaine and Kurt to sing, they walked on stage, their eyes met and never left until the final notes sounded.
[Kurt] [Blaine]
Lookin in your eyes
I see a paradise
This world that I found
Is too good to be true
Standin here beside you
Want so much to give you
This love in my heart
That I'm feelin for you
Let em say we're crazy
I don't care 'bout that
Put your hand in my hand
Baby, don't ever look back
Let the world around us
Just fall apart
Baby we can make it
If we're heart to heart
And we can build this dream together
Standing strong forever
Nothing's gonna stop us now
And if this world runs out of lovers
We'll still have each other
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothings gonna stop us now
I'm so glad I found you
I'm not gonna lose you
Whatever it takes
I will stay here with you
Take it to the good times
See it through the bad times
Whatever it takes
Is what I'm gonna do
Let em say we're crazy
What do they know
Put your arms around me
Baby, don't ever let go
Let the world around us
Just fall apart
Baby, we can make it
If we're heart to heart
Ooh, all that I need is you
All that I ever need
And all that I want to do
Is hold you forever, ever and ever
And we can build this dream together
Standing strong forever
Nothing's gonna stop us now
And if this world runs out of lovers
We'll still have each other
Nothings gonna stop us
Nothings gonna stop us now
. . . . . . .
When they returned to their apartment, despite being tired with sore feet, they had never felt more in love. They stripped out of their jackets and shoes and twirled around their living room, wrapped up in each other. Humming their duet, they made their way to the bedroom. Kurt began taking Blaine's tie and shirt off, then stripped his own off. Next came Blaine's slacks, socks, and navy boxer briefs. Kurt led him to the bed and sat him down. Turning away, Kurt bent over, in a 'stretch', and gave a pop of his hips, knowing exactly what Blaine would be seeing.
Blaine gasped and almost swallowed his tongue. The kilt had flipped up giving Blaine a perfect view of thigh high black leggings. Above those, cupping his sweet ass perfectly, were a tiny pair of black bikini briefs.
It took several moments for Blaine to get his tongue to form words. "H.. Ho… Holy f..f…fucking shit. Oh my god. Damn Kurt," he moaned, his cock so hard, he knew if a slight breeze hit, he would come so hard his brain would be empty.
Kurt had been busy while he was bent over. In a single fluid movement, he stood and twirled as the kilt fluttered to the ground. He stood there, his cock hard and peeking out of the bikini briefs, his hips tilted just a bit, knowing it made his legs look a mile long.
"Oh god. K…Kurt, baby… Baby, I need you. Now," the last word was almost a command and said in the lowest register Kurt had ever heard from Blaine. "Leave the tights on."
"Your wish is my command, Sir," Kurt whispered, knowing that addressing him like that would make his inner Dom go bat fucking crazy.
"Holy fuck," Blaine groaned, backing further onto the bed.
Kurt crawled after him, prowling, knowing every movement was driving Blaine out of his mind. He still had one surprise left.
"Take those briefs off and get the lube so I can fuck you," Blaine demanded.
"No," Kurt said lightly, moving over Blaine, straddling right above his hard, leaking cock.
"Baby, please, I can't wait any longer," Blaine moaned, his eyes blown pure black.
"Don't worry, Sir, I'm going to take good care of you," Kurt whispered.
Kurt grabbed Blaine's cock and slid it through the crotchless briefs. Blaine cried out in shock and desperate lust.
"Baby, lube," Blaine begged.
"No need, Sir. I've been readying myself all night," Kurt said and in one swift movement, he took Blaine all the way inside until his ass met Blaine's heavy balls.
By this time, Blaine's voice was hoarse as he kept screaming, but he couldn't take his eyes off Kurt for even one second. Kurt raised up, rolling his hips as he slid back down. Blaine reached for Kurt's cock, knowing he wouldn't last long and wanted Kurt to fall over with him.
Kurt slapped his hand away, but lowered his briefs under his balls. "Your cock is going to get me off, Sir," Kurt murmured, his hips rotating up, down, and around over and over.
He felt Blaine start to throb and he reached down behind him, wrapping his fingers around the base of Blaine's cock, purposely holding off his orgasm. Faster and faster, Kurt moved and rolled his hips, taking Blaine in small dips then long harsh drops. They were both covered in sweat, Blaine literally shaking in his need.
"Kurt, now!" he demanded.
"Yes, Sir," Kurt moaned.
Releasing Blaine's cock, Kurt bounced once, twice, three times, before Blaine roared out his orgasm. Kurt could feel the hot throbbing and heat of Blaine's come shooting inside him. The sensation sent Kurt over and he came all over his abdomen and Blaine's chest. He continued to undulate over him, slower and slower. Finally he came to a rest, laying on Blaine's sweat and come covered chest.
"Nothing's gonna stop us now," Kurt whispered.
. . . . . . . .
"Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now" Jefferson Starship
I do not own Glee or Google