A/N- Just to let you all know, I've now finished writing this story and it's 45 chapters long. I'll update daily until the end. The sequel, 'All For You,' will appear sometime mid-September.
"Come on, it'll be fun," Blaine urges as he pulls a reluctant Kurt out to the moonlit beach.
"Blaine! I was only joking when I suggested it. The moon is really bright tonight, if anyone catches us they'll see everything."
"But it's our last night," he coaxes, pulling his shirt over his head and letting it fall to the floor. "Who cares if people happen to catch sight of the most glorious ass known to mankind?"
"That better have been me you were describing," Kurt answers haughtily, then suddenly his expression changes to one of pure devilment. "Race you."
Blaine is out of his clothes first, but Kurt is the quicker at running as he tears down the beach, moonlight glinting off his naked body before he dives under the waves. Blaine joins him, laughing as Kurt splashes water on his face until he tackles him around his waist and pulls him into the deeper water.
"Ugh, tomorrow is going to hurt," Kurt moans as he winds his arms around Blaine's neck. "Reality sucks ass."
"Reality means your high school diploma and a big, bright future for you," Blaine says kindly. "And I think we can safely say we've made the most of every second of this vacation." Nuzzling into his neck as the water laps at their shoulders, Blaine lifts Kurt's legs and wraps them around his waist under the water. "It will suck," he admits eventually. "But know that whenever we're apart- when you're in school or I'm working- I'll be thinking of you."
"Thinking of what position you'd like to get me in next?"
"Hey!" Blaine laughs with mock indignation. "We're allowed to have a lot of sex. You're young and virile, I'm...well...I'm getting it while I still can."
"You're not that old," Kurt smiles. "You're doing a good job of keeping up with me, anyway."
"Only because you turn me on like no other," Blaine says as he grinds against him slightly. "I go to bed thinking about you, I wake up thinking about you, and when you're there it's even worse because...because you're just there," he emphasises with a thrust. "There for me to touch, to taste...and now I'm ridiculously turned on."
"Come on, lets go back inside." Kurt makes to unwrap his legs, but Blaine holds tight to his waist and raises one eyebrow.
"Why? No one can see us grinding a little under the water."
"They'll notice from our facial expressions," Kurt points out, but he can't help using his heels to draw Blaine that little bit closer and rubbing their cocks together.
"Then we'll keep up polite conversation throughout," Blaine smiles. "Tell me," he pauses and grinds hard against him, feeling satisfied when Kurt bites his lip to keep from crying out. "What books will you be studying in English this year?"
"What? You're crazy."
"Tell me." Blaine's voice is low and commanding, going straight to Kurt's cock as he whimpers and thrusts against him.
"Uh...uh... The P-Picture of Dorian Gray...um...oh god... Catcher in the R-oh! Rye..."
"Any more?" Blaine asks, acting completely innocent, and not as if he is grinding deliciously against his boyfriends aching dick just below the surface.
"Shakespeare... Blaine, you're really gonna fucking pay for this," he gets out through gritted teeth as they pause for a second to smile at a couple strolling along the waters edge. "The Taming of the Shrew and Much... Ado...About... Don't fucking finger me at the same time," he snaps suddenly as Blaine laughs wickedly. "Holy shit you're just gonna carry on," he says as he bows his head momentarily onto Blaine's shoulder. "Oh god. I'm done for."
"So... Tell me," Blaine's grinding is unrelenting as he pushes two fingers into Kurt and kisses him lightly on the lips. "Much Ado... I'm guessing that's your favorite, right?"
"Yes!" Kurt's response is perhaps shouted a little too loud to be considered normal conversation, but it coincides with Blaine's fingers grazing over his prostate and he has to bite hard into his shoulder to keep from screaming.
"Favorite characters?"
"Beatrice and Benedict," Kurt moans.
"Why's that?"
"Blaine...I'm gonna..."
"Tell my why they're your favorites."
"Because their relationship is so funny. They're always sparring with...fuck...one another and they... They... They...go out of their way to...fuck me Blaine, yes! They go out of their way to make it seem like they... Just there, oh fuck just there! Like they hate each other when really they love coming...!" Kurt cries as quietly as he can, hands splayed hard against Blaine's strong back as he shudders silently in his arms too, and the pair share a lazy, loving kiss as the sea chases away the evidence.
"They love coming? Really, Kurt? I had no idea Shakespeare was so progressive."
"Goofball," Kurt laughs, keeping his legs wrapped around Blaine's waist and in no hurry to leave their moonlit swim. "They really love each other. As we do."
"We do," he smiles smugly. "Okay...time to put your acting skills to the test," he mutters then calls out brightly to Jonathan and Teresa. "Hi!"
"You're naked!" Teresa calls back.
"Ignore my wife!" Jonathan shouts as he returns from depositing a sleeping Alice in their room. "She's drunk."
"I'm not that drunk!" she objects.
"What makes you say that?" Blaine asks as he draws Kurt closer.
"Well the two pairs of shorts in the sand are a dead giveaway," she says as she holds them up. "Plus the water is completely clear. Kurt has his legs wrapped around you. I can see."
"Oh fuck," an embarrassed Kurt mumbles.
"Don't worry about it boys!" Jonathan calls stoically. "We're going inside anyway."
"And I have your shorts!" Teresa cries happily.
"No!" Kurt and Blaine call together, but she takes off up the beach cackling loudly.
"Go after her," Kurt says, urging Blaine towards the shore.
"Are you actually joking? I'm naked, in case you haven't noticed."
"She has my Brooks Brothers shorts," Kurt moans. "They're my favorite pair."
In the end they are saved by Jonathan bringing two towels down the the waters edge before catching his wife and dragging her inside apologetically. They dart from the water and back into their hut where they shower quickly before falling into bed where Kurt takes him in his arms as has become their usual routine.
"Blaine?"
"Hmm?" he answers sleepily.
"Can we come back here on our honeymoon?"
"Yes."
Burt greets them warmly at the airport, happy to have both his boys back where he can see them- as he tells them repeatedly. He loads their cases into the trunk and then turns to them.
"So... Which house am I driving to?"
"Uh..." Blaine stares at Kurt, suddenly uneasy as he tries to think why they didn't have this conversation on the long flight.
"Um..." Kurt is no help either as he looks helplessly into Blaine's eyes.
"Oh for the love of... Why don't you come to our place tonight, Blaine? It saves you having to cook or order takeout. Then tomorrow you can take Kurt back with you."
"Yeah," Blaine grins in relief. "Thanks."
They are too tired to do anything other than eat dinner and curl up in bed together, where they sleep until nearly noon the next day. Kurt rises first and finds Finn in the kitchen.
"Want some of my sandwich?" he offers.
"Uh...no thanks. I need coffee. And some for Blaine."
"Good vacation?"
"The best," he smiles as he sits on the counter and looks down at him. "Did I miss much?"
"I got to third base with Rachel in the movie theater," Finn says happily, as if nothing were amiss. "Santana and Brittany seem to be giving it another go, but then Britt told me she's also dating Sam so I'm not sure. Oh, and Karofsky is switching schools."
"What?"
"Yeah. Word got out that he... Well... That he's like you, only not as good looking."
"Finn that's terrible," Kurt says in a shocked whisper.
"Dude, if I looked like you I'd spend the whole time in front of a mirror."
"No, I didn't mean..."
"I know what you mean," Finn says as he stands and puts his plate in the dishwasher. "And I feel bad for Dave that people found out the way they did. But I can't forgive him for what he put you through. Both of you have had to deal with the same issues, it didn't turn you into a bully."
"No," Kurt starts slowly as he hops down from the counter. "But think back to when I met Blaine. Think of where I was right then. Cocky, immature, waspish... At times I've really not been a nice person to be around at all. Blaine has put up with a lot of crap from me. I've been lucky enough to be surrounded by people who love me, who are prepared to wait for me to grow and discover who I am and where I fit in... Dave hasn't had any of that."
"Well hopefully this new place will be better for him then," Finn says with a tight smile. "I hear it's out of town so no one will know. But he's gonna have to face up to those demons sooner or later. Either way, it gives you a clear shot at your senior year."
"Yeah. Seniors. Can you believe it?"
"Not really. I still don't know what I want to do. You're going to New York with Rachel and Santana, Puck's going to LA... And I'm just gonna be sitting here in Lima waiting for you all to return for the holidays."
"I'm going to New York with Blaine," Kurt corrects.
"What? Since when?"
"Well strictly speaking, he hasn't agreed to it yet. He thinks I need to go off and have this big adventure on my own... But I can't live without him. I just can't."
"I hope that works out for you," Finn says warily.
"It will," Kurt says confidently. "As for you, why not come to New York?"
"Nah...not my thing, man. I wouldn't fit there. I'll think of something. But Kurt?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't force Blaine's hand. You know, the reason I won't be going with Rach is because she's bigger than me, brighter than me. She needs to become a star in her own right and she doesn't need me dragging her down. Blaine... He's had his time and now he wants to let you have yours. Don't force him to leave everything behind, make a huge change like this. You could both end up resenting one another for it."
"I'll resent him more if he doesn't come," Kurt points out. "I'm not like Rachel. I don't want the spotlight. I want to be with Blaine more than anything in the world. He's my everything."
"Who is? Me?" Blaine asks as he pads into the kitchen. "It better be me," he smiles as he wraps his arms around Kurt from behind and nuzzles against him. "Morning, Finn."
"Morning," an embarrassed Finn mumbles. "I uh... I'd better get going. I promised Puck I'd help him go over history notes before the semester starts."
"Noah wants to study?" Kurt asks incredulously.
"We all just want to graduate," Finn smiles. "See you later. And Kurt? Think about it, yeah?"
"I will," he promises.
"Think about what?"
"The future." Kurt sighs heavily and leans back into Blaine's warm embrace. "Sometimes I wish I could go back to first grade, where the only thing I had to worry about was whether Lacy would be prepared to share me with Thomas."
Blaine laughs softly into the crook of his neck then hoists him onto the counter so he can step between his legs. "What are you frightened of?" he asks, lovingly running his hands over Kurt's thighs.
"Losing you," Kurt answers honestly.
"You won't. I told you."
"I know, and I know you wouldn't just end things on a whim, but this college thing... What if we can't withstand that Blaine? What if we're not strong enough?"
"We have to be," Blaine implores as his grip on Kurt's legs tightens. "I don't see any other option. We have to find a way, a compromise which means we're both happy with the end result."
"What result do you want?"
"I want you to be happy," Blaine answers simply as his eyes swim with unshed tears.
"And for yourself?"
"That is for myself. I want you to be happy. I want you to have room to grow and I want you to have fun. And when college is done I want to make you my husband."
"Well we're on the same page at least," Kurt smiles warmly. "Because I want happiness for you too, and after college... Yeah. Marriage for sure. So I guess we need to keep that at the center of it all."
"We do. And we will, I'm sure. It's still almost a year away, Kurt. Let's just enjoy being together for now."
The conversation turns to other things- namely Karofsky's transfer- and Blaine smiles as he sees the tension leaving Kurt's body. They drive back to Blaine's house later that day and set about dealing with laundry and other household chores. It makes Kurt oddly excited to push a vacuum around Blaine's house as if it were his own, and he finds himself dreaming of the future once more. The only thing he is certain of, he realizes with a smile, is that his future lies in Blaine Anderson's arms.
"Would it be okay if Wes comes by later?" Blaine asks as he polishes the coffee table.
"Sure."
"We could ask some others too if you want? Some of your friends? You haven't seen them all summer."
"I've been held hostage by you, that's why," Kurt smiles. "Not that I'm complaining. I'll ask Santana, Rachel and Finn."
"Ooh. Quite the combination."
"So are we done with all the cleaning?"
"I think so, why?"
"There's something I want to try."
"I can't do this," Blaine moans as the doorbell goes.
"You can. For me."
"I can't. Every time I sit down it moves in me. It's keeping me open and making me really fucking horny."
"But that's just a plug," Kurt whispers darkly as he leads him down the hall. "Think what my cock will do later."
"I won't be able to concentrate all evening."
"You'll be fine," Kurt says with an air of authority before pulling the door open and greeting their guests warmly.
Nearly halfway through the movie and Blaine is struggling to concentrate, sweat beading on his brow as he tries time and again to get comfortable. Kurt has stayed over the other side of the room, head resting on Rachel's shoulder as they mouth the words to Moulin Rouge together. Every so often he looks Blaine's way and offers a wink, or a look that just tells Blaine exactly what he'll get later if he can just stay still. With Wes and Santana sitting either side of him, the latter of which keeps huffing whenever he shifts, he gives up and tries to move into the kitchen, gripping the doorframe as the plug moves deliciously causing him to suppress a moan.
"You okay?" Wes asks as he follows him. "You seem really distracted tonight."
"Pizza!" Blaine says loudly. "I'm gonna call for pizza."
"O-Kay," Wes says looking at him warily.
"Actually, could you do it?" Blaine asks, handing him his phone. "I don't...don't think I can really hold...conversation with anybody."
"Blaine seriously, what's wrong?" Wes places the phone on the counter and turns to face his friend, concern etched on his features.
"N-nothing."
"You look like you're either going to cry or pass out, I'm not sure which."
"Neither am I."
"Spill."
"I can't," Blaine whispers shamefully.
"Does this have to do with Kurt?"
"Yes but it's not..." he stops abruptly as he moves and the plug shifts again.
"Oh my GOD!" Wes' eyes go wide as it dawns on him. "He's... You're... That thing...that thing he ordered. I wondered what that was for."
"Why did you look?" he hisses as he grips the counter tightly.
"Because not only did he have it delivered to my house, he also had the package addressed to me. I opened it expecting it to be the math books I had ordered. It was not."
"It's killing me Wes," he says pitifully. "It feels..."
"Uh-uh. No. I love you dearly, you are my very best friend but there are some things about you that I do not need to know. I'll go get Kurt."
He walks into the living room and kneels down to whisper to Kurt. "I'm going to order pizza, go sort your boyfriend out."
"Now?" Kurt murmurs.
"Now."
"Kurt!" Rachel cries indignantly.
"Yes thank you big ears," Kurt snaps as he flushes red. "Keep your own boyfriend company. I'll be back in a moment."
He stalks into the kitchen to find Blaine bent almost double. He says nothing but grabs him by the hand and leads him to the downstairs bathroom where he locks the door before pinning him against it and kissing him hungrily.
"Thank you, oh god thank you..." Blaine gets out before Kurt's lips are upon him again, tongue delving into his warm mouth as his hands expertly work Blaine's pants open and shove them to the floor roughly. His underwear follows before he spins Blaine around and pins his arms against the door.
Blaine moans deeply as he hears Kurt lowering his pants and he nearly comes there and then when Kurt twists the plug. "Fuck! Oh Kurt!"
"Blaine you look so good. Holy shit, you're just ready and waiting for my cock."
"Please." Blaine's voice is desperate with longing as he begs again and again. "Kurt please just take me. Hard. Fuck me, use me."
"Shit, Blaine...no lube in here."
"Vaseline under the sink," he says brokenly. "Kurt, hurry."
"I am, I am." He pulls the plug out without warning, and bending low he runs his tongue into Blaine's gaping hole, stretched wide and red, just waiting to be filled again. "Oh my baby," he coos, pausing for a second to rest his face there and just breathe him in. "So beautiful."
"Kuuuurt!" Blaine cries, then almost sobs in relief as Kurt drives into him and fucks him hard. "Oh god Kurt yes...hard. As hard as you can... Fuck!"
"Keep your hands on the door," Kurt pants as he grips Blaine's hips tightly. "Don't touch yourself. I want you to come just from me. Just from me." He fists Blaine's hair in one hand, keeping the other digging sharply into his hip as he slams repeatedly against Blaine, who can do nothing but whimper at the frenetic pace Kurt is keeping up. His orgasm hits him without warning as he gasps and spills onto the floor, knees shaking with the force of it. Kurt fucks him through it until he pulls Blaine's hair even tighter and he comes hard into Blaine's ass, pushing his balls tight against him as they contract repeatedly. "Oh god, oh fuck. Blaine!" he cries before slumping against Blaine's back and breathing hard.
"Thank you," Blaine whispers. "I was so desperate."
"Hmm," Kurt smiles smugly as he fastens his pants. "I think I like you desperate." He eyes the plug appreciatively before rinsing it under the tap and resting it on the counter.
"Pizza's here!" Finn yells and Blaine hurriedly dresses again and they saunter back into the living room as nonchalantly as possible. They decide on Blues Brothers as the next movie, but the next thing Blaine knows he's being manhandled by Santana.
"Wha? Wass goin' on?" he mumbles.
"You've been sleeping on my breasts for over an hour," she tells him matter of factly.
"Oh. Well, they're soft," Blaine shrugs.
"I'd sleep on them if I could," Santana agrees. "But now I need to use the bathroom."
Blaine yawns and stretches before falling onto the other couch into Kurt's arms where he kisses him tenderly. "I love you."
"Even though I don't have breasts?" he teases lightly.
"Because you don't have breasts," he grins.
Santana walks back into the room, one hand on her hip, the other holding the gold plug. "Anderson," she says, trying to suppress a smirk as Blaine tries to hide in Kurt's neck. "Want to explain?"