Kurt easily slipped into the Dom role he was so used to playing and swayed together with Nick. In the past, he would come to places like this and pick up Subs, in an attempt to prove the world wrong.
It was strange remembering his past struggles, when he had observed and mimicked other Doms, or when he had tried to look attracted to the every doe-eyed Sub coming his way. He would have been proud of his acting talent if it was not for the immense exhaustion he had felt when a Sub came on to him and expected him to act like a Dom.
Kurt shook his head to clear out these uncomfortable memories. What he was doing now was only a joke – but damn, it was good to know he was still good at behaving like a Dom. Kurt moved his mouth close to Nick's ear to make a few snide comments about a Dom who had managed to spill a drink on himself from looking too much at them dancing. Nick let out a giggle while Kurt smooched at his neck, looking smugly at the poor Dom.
"You're evil," Nick smirked.
"But you are enjoying it too much to stop me," Kurt commented, smiling against the older Sub's neck and adding an exaggerated sway to his hip movement.
"…So, if the packaging is ready for tomorrow, we'll be right on schedule. How's the quality control going?"
"Flawlessly," Jeff beamed. "Everyone in AdultToy is now proud of their new boss and his organisational skills."
Blaine could not help smiling boastfully. "You guys are a great team - but let's not lose focus until the boxes hit the shelves, ok?"
"Yessir" Jeff saluted enthusiastically.
Both men closed their paperwork, and only then they noticed the commotion happening close to their table. There was a group of men clearly enjoying themselves watching the dance floor.
"Wow, these guys are one hot pair…"
"Look at those hips…"
Blaine took a sip from his Coke with an eye roll. He did not feel in the slightest like looking at some random guys. Not when he was so smitten with the hotness of his own Sub. If only they'd see me with Kurt, his hips would blow their minds …
"Too bad they are together – I would love to get inside that sandwich."
"I don't know, dude – are they really a couple? Because I look and look and I get a hard-on from both of them."
"I know what you mean. I have never been so confused about someone's status."
Blaine spluttered his Coke onto his work notes. Some of it landed on Jeff's alarmed face.
"Why do I have a bad feeling about it?" The curly-haired Dom murmured as he stood up to see the centre of the patrons' attention.
And, of course, there was Kurt, having way too much fun with Nick, both visibly tipsy. The Subs danced glued to each other, letting their hands explore their bodies to the heavy rhythm of the music, while the Doms around all but drooled onto the dance floor.
"I can't believe it – Nick is going to leave me for Kurt?"
If Blaine felt any jealousy growing in him at the sight, he sobered easily by the ridiculousness of Jeff's panic.
"Are you serious, Jeff? Calm down, they're just dancing."
Blaine had to repeat that to himself as well, as all his instincts were going crazy, screaming at him to immediately separate the pair on the dance floor.
Kurt could feel under his hand that Nick had a surprisingly toned stomach and felt a tang of jealousy as his own was always smooth and soft. He felt the contours of the muscles and wondered if he should work out more. Would Blaine prefer his body more defined?
"Having fun, Kitten?"
Kurt opened his eyes as the familiar voice brought him back from his pondering. Instantly he released Nick and turned around to face his Dom.
"Blaine!" He grinned and attached himself to the taller man.
His move was accompanied by the disappointed groans from the other Doms, especially as Nick also got intercepted by Jeff.
"I leave you for a second, and you manage to stir trouble?" Blaine grinned at his Sub, failing to sound angry.
Kurt pouted a little. His fingers reached Blaine's hair and twirled around one lose curl.
"I was bored, and I wanted Nick to loosen up. He's been stressed out lately."
Kurt rested his cheek on Blaine's shoulder. "And I missed you," he added before the Dom could acquire more about Nick. "We haven't been close to each other lately at work."
"Is this about the Smythe 'thing'?" Blaine asked as he rubbed Kurt's back. He had to admit he also missed having lunches with his Sub. Missed seeing Kurt's reactions to new flavours…
"Yes… Maybe? Or maybe not?" Kurt slurred.
"Yeah, thanks for clarifying it."
They swayed slowly, completely ignoring the fast pace of the current song.
"I know you have the best intentions… And apparently Sebastian is a real pain in the ass, but…" Kurt thought for a moment. "I don't want him to push his Sub-leftovers on you."
Blaine blinked a few times trying to understand where that came from.
"What leftovers?"
"The ones that wouldn't be chosen by him?"
The Dom squinted his eyes, trying to figure out what his tipsy Kurt meant by that.
"He wanted to take you to the bar," the Sub started explaining, getting slightly annoyed. "To be his wingman. And there would be Subs – a lot of them. And they'd swarm around you because they'd soon see that Sebastian is a dick. Or they would be just too much for him to handle by himself…"
"Oh…" Blaine shook his head, wondering which of his designers spilt that particular gossip.
"Don't go with Sebastian. These Subs will spill their drinks on you, and they will use it as an excuse to feel you up and-" Kurt looked pleadingly at his Dom, tearing up a bit.
"Ok, ok, Kitten. I won't." Blaine quickly promised, before Kurt's imagination would concoct more wild scenarios.
"Good."
Kurt put his head back on Blaine's shoulder while they slowly turned around. The noise around them muted as they focused on each other.
"Sometimes I just want to walk over and kiss you in front of his smarmy face. Can you imagine his reaction?"
"His head would explode," Blaine agreed. After a moment of silence, he added. "So you want to let him know? He'll be unbearable to you if you do."
"Maybe he'll be too embarrassed to talk to me at all."
The Dom frowned, doubting it would go so easily. "… I guess you could always hide in your studio and unleash Sue onto him if something went wrong. It would make her day."
"It would…" Kurt licked his lips. "I think we should practice."
"Practice?"
"For our reveal." With these words, Kurt stood on his toes and pressed his lips to Blaine's. His kiss was moist and a bit sloppy as the Sub wasn't much in control of himself at the moment. Nonetheless, Blaine hummed pleasantly at the affection and the rare instance that the Sub would be so forward in public. He gathered Kurt closely to keep him steady and kissed back.
Kurt was right about one thing – they really should do more… with each other. These soft lips reminded him how much he would like to just ignore all the current drama at work and close himself with Kurt in his office for the whole day, testing exactly just how much force his desk could take…
After a while, their mouths separated with a wet 'pop'.
"It wasn't my best," Kurt acknowledged, disappointed. "We need to practice more."
Blaine smiled, amused. "Perhaps after you sleep off your drink."
"By sleep do you mean… sleep?" Kurt's fingers hooked over the buttons of Blaine's shirt popping one of them.
No matter how adorable Kurt was in an inebriated state, Blaine decided to draw a line there.
"That's it, Kitten. We're going before I run out of buttons." He manhandled Kurt through the crowd, stopping briefly by his employees – currently tangled within each other's' embrace.
"We're leaving."
Jeff managed to unwrap himself from Nick for a moment and nodded. "I'll see you in the morning." He looked at Kurt draped around Blaine's arm. "Man, I'm never going to get used to the new Kurt."
Kurt gave him a cold 'bitch' face. "The 'old' Kurt is still here – don't worry. I still could mop the floor with you with just my words."
Jeff swallowed, nervous, and strategically retreated behind Nick who smiled at the younger Sub fondly.
"See you tomorrow, Kurt. And thank you - that was an interesting… experiment. I do feel much better now."
