Chapter 36
Blaine ended up taking two sick days; the men loved their bedroom games. It was the evening of the second day and the married couple was lounging in their thoroughly torn up bed, feeling the afterglow of one more hot make out session. Kurt continued to be amazed at his lover's ability to rebound so quickly; he was numb from the constant high Blaine coaxed from him each time he thought his oversensitive body couldn't handle another orgasmic release.
Blaine was halfway sitting, propped up on some pillows, and Kurt was curled into this chest. Blaine had both strong arms around Kurt, holding him. He watched the fingers of his right hand rub gentle circles on Kurt's exposed hip that appeared just above the sheet covering. Kurt's head was tucked just under his chin and Blaine could feel the flutter of blinking eyelashes against his chest.
Kurt lay motionless, taking shallow breaths and allowed the slow rhythmic circles being drawn on his hip to lull him into a twilight sleep. Wrapped in the unyielding embrace of his husband, Kurt felt at peace.
The passion of the past two days had drained both men, but had also served to re-establish their much needed physical and emotional connection. They were learning that they truly needed each other fully engaged in order to define their path as a devoted married couple, each partner highly powerful and driven. It was time for more serious talk.
"Kurt," Blaine began, now lazily drawing his fingers through Kurt's tousled hair.
"Mmmmmmm?" Kurt hummed in sleepy response. He arched his neck into the comforting caress of Blaine's magic fingers.
"I want to talk about New York. We know what's going to happen for me going forward. We have a good plan. But you were going to New York. I want to understand what you need, my love."
Kurt raised his head and laid back so he could look at Blaine while he spoke to him. Swirling grey-green eyes connected with soft amber eyes. "Blaine, I was going to New York to deal with the snit of a man who was causing us grief over delivery of some fabric. Michael called me, explaining the situation, and I got caught up in it. You hadn't been home much so I didn't think you'd mind me being gone."
"You must miss the energy you get from interacting with all of those people, Kurt. I haven't been around much, I know that now. You've been pretty much alone here for days and aside from visiting your Dad and Carole a few times, you have to miss your New York life," Blaine was attempting to describe his version of what he perceived as Kurt's situation. "I can't imagine you not wanting to be back in the excitement of the city and the fashion world, that you'd rather be holed up here in the woods. Alone, for the most part. Please be honest with me. Tell me how you feel."
Kurt took a moment before responding. He knew, for the sake of their relationship, he had to be honest. Blaine didn't say any more, allowing Kurt time to gather his thoughts.
"Blaine, you know I love you," Kurt started.
"I know you do, baby," Blaine agreed.
"And you know that I am committed to living here with you, whatever it takes," Kurt continued his prelude.
"I do know that, Kurt. I feel that commitment every time you look at me, touch me or kiss me. I know. Go on," Blaine acknowledged while encouraging Kurt to continue.
"I admit, I was feeling lonely. I thought by me being here, we would be together more and when it didn't happen, I started to feel it. But, I never, ever thought of leaving and going back to work in New York. Believe me, that thought never entered my mind," Kurt was firm in his statement.
"I can't believe I let you feel that way…" Blaine started.
"No, you're not to blame. Blaine, I understand what you do. I understand why you work so hard and sometimes so late. I have never resented it. It's just that…"
"What, Kurt? Please tell me."
"It's just that it hurts sometimes when you're not here. Rene is always in my heart and that night, I was thinking of him so I was missing both of you."
"Oh, Kurt, baby," Blaine exhaled the words in a lengthy sigh. "I don't want you to hurt." He could see the worry lines start to form on Kurt's forehead and reached to smooth them.
"I know, Blaine. But there will be times when I miss Rene so much that it will hurt….umphh" Kurt was cut off by Blaine's sudden rush to capture his lips in a tender kiss. Kurt responded to the press of full lips, kissing his husband with the understanding of Blaine's need to calm and comfort him.
Once parted, Kurt continued. "I will always miss Rene. He is gone and I know it." Kurt paused and Blaine could practically see the wheels turning in Kurt's head. "Sometimes it affects me more than others. But Blaine, you are here, and my missing you is an ache I'm not sure I can put in words because I know I can still have you. Does that make sense?" Kurt's eyes questioned Blaine's, searching for a hint of understanding.
"I think so. And I'm happy you're telling me this. I miss you all the time I'm not with you, Kurt. I am always thinking about you. I just haven't been very good about letting you know that." Blaine heart was breaking, thinking about how his husband must have felt.
"Blaine, it's okay. I wasn't going to New York because I was lonely. I know that's how it must seem. It was my natural response to a crisis. I really thought you'd be working so many hours, it wouldn't be a big deal." Kurt was thoughtful and as he spoke, trying to convince Blaine of his reasoning, he realized that he also trying to convince himself of the same.
Blaine watched Kurt's inward struggle, knowing it must have been hard for him to admit to himself, and Blaine, his partial motive for planning a trip knowing he probably was looking for a way to relieve his loneliness.
"Oh….., I can see now, though, that it may have been a reaction to my feeling lonely." Kurt murmured.
Blaine tightened his hold on Kurt, hugging him while dotting kitten kisses over his face and neck. No words were necessary.
Blaine was resolved. "You're going to New York."
"No, Blaine, I want to stay here with you." Kurt was quiet but adamant.
"Is it too late to take care of this 'snit of a man' as you described him?" Blaine posed the question with a hint of amusement.
"I don't think so. Michael was going to talk to him, but I haven't heard the latest."
"Then let's call Michael and find out," Blaine encouraged. "I think you need to do this, Kurt."
"Wait, wait. I need to think about this," Kurt countered.
Blaine sat up straighter, making Kurt sit up. Blaine helped him turn so that Kurt was sitting in his lap. His hand gently cupped Kurt's cheek, fingertips curled and stroking the soft skin as he held the designer's attention to him and what he was about to say.
"Kurt," Blaine spoke his husband's name in a hushed tone, with emotion and love. "I seriously want you to consider going to New York. I think you need to check in on your office. When you offered this arrangement, I never thought it would keep you from traveling some, especially to New York. Just like you didn't complain when I worked so many hours. You didn't expect me to stop staying late if my work demanded it." Blaine took a breath. He had been watching Kurt to note his reaction. He could see that Kurt wanted to say something.
"You're right. I didn't expect you to stop. But Blaine, we both know that we really cannot bear to be apart for long. We're miserable. And me going to New York will separate us at a time I think we should be together." Kurt piercing gaze searched Blaine's for understanding. He sighed and linked his arms around Blaine's neck. "I want to be here. With you." He emphasized the last statement with a loving kiss.
Blaine melted into the kiss, drawing the man closer. Their bare chests trading flushed heat. Kurt moved his kisses from Blaine's swollen lips to the corner of his mouth, then progressed across the line of his jaw to his ear. Resting his head in the crook of Blaine's neck, Kurt moaned softly. "I love you so much. It almost hurts, Blaine."
Blaine used his hand to hold Kurt's head and whispered into his hair, "I adore you, Kurt, and I would do anything for you." He felt Kurt nod in his embrace. He continued, "How about you go to New York and I'll join you there for the weekend. That way, you can work in your office for a couple of days without worrying about entertaining me, then I'll be there and we can go out or stay in. Whatever you want."
Kurt was practically purring at Blaine's suggestion. Blaine could feel Kurt's breathing pick up and knew he had made the right suggestion.
"You would come, too? Oh, Blaine, that's perfect. I would go if I knew you were coming. I love it. Both of us would have some quality work time, knowing that in two days, we would have our own time together. I could do that."
Kurt was now becoming agreeable to Blaine's notion of working in New York for a while. Blaine knew that once Kurt arrived in New York, he would respond to the energetic life of the city and would be consumed with the passion of working in his office with the creativity flowing. As much as Blaine didn't want him to go, he understood that Kurt needed this change. They were still finding their way in this marriage thing, but he was confident they would figure it out and gain the right balance. For now, the focus was on Kurt and making up for the last weeks.
Blaine's attention was drawn back to the sensation of Kurt dragging his fingers through the dark curls on Blaine's chest. Tugging occasionally, Kurt knew that his was a turn-on for Blaine and he methodically circled, rubbed and tugged as Blaine's breathing become erratic and more pronounced. Kurt noted Blaine's obvious interest by the hardening muscle against his thigh.
"Keep doing that and I'm going to have to have you again, my love," Blaine growled.
"Doing this?" Kurt innocently asked as he dipped his roving hand beneath the sheet to the center of Blaine's V, fingers tracing lightly over the sensitive head of his husband's moist member.
"Or this?" He offered, lingering for a brief moment with a light squeeze.
"How about this?" And Kurt bent to pull a nipple between his teeth and tug while his hand massaged Blaine's dripping cock.
Moving to the other side, he sucked the nub and bit. "Maybe this, too?" He was still maintaining a steady and slow stroking motion with his occupied hand.
Kurt ensured his teasing was enough to engage his quivering lover. Kurt proceeded to lick a wet stripe from Blaine's nipple to his ear, ending with "Well?" He poked the tip of his tongue into Blaine's ear and barely had to time to recover as Blaine roared his approval and flipped Kurt to his back.
Pinning him flat to the mattress and smothering his chestnut-haired husband with hungry kisses, Blaine once again made his claim with biting marks and urgent thrusts. Nudging the pale legs apart, Blaine saw that Kurt was still hot for him, glistening and stretched and open.
"Take me," Kurt's low register encouraged the possession. Knees up and his body writhing underneath his lover, Kurt used his fingernails to rake Blaine's back, drawing raised marks with each scrape of his nails. "Love me," he moaned repeatedly into Blaine's ear.
Knowing now that he wouldn't hurt him, Blaine moved quickly and with one motion, entered Kurt once again, not stopping until he was fully sheathed in the pulsing heat. As Kurt arched into the capturing fullness, Blaine didn't hesitate and took control.
"This is me…loving you, baby," he groaned as one final thrust caused both men to spill their love and lust.
They had lost count of how many times they had made love that day. It didn't matter. Blaine loved Kurt and Kurt loved Blaine. They couldn't get enough of each other.