Kurt was standing at baggage claim waiting on his one bag to come around the conveyor belt. He saw it up ahead and waited for it to come around to him. He had just grabbed the handle when he heard someone shout his name.
He pulled the bag to himself and turned to see who was calling him. Then he saw him. Blaine was there. Blaine who he didn't think he would see until after his group this afternoon. Kurt ran to greet him, all thoughts of luggage and crowds out of his mind.
Then Blaine was in his arms, solid and real and here. He knew he was squeezing too tight, he couldn't help it. Blaine was clutching tightly to his back. In the middle of the crowd they just held each other slightly swaying until Kurt just had to see his face. He had to make sure it was really him.
He pulled back and whispered, "You're here."
"I decided that Mondays were the perfect day to take off." Blaine smiled crookedly at him.
Without further thought, Kurt captured those beautiful plump lips in a long awaited kiss. Shivers ran up and down Kurt's body, his hand reached up and cupped Blaine's cheek as they continued to kiss unmindful of those around them. Finally he pulled away slightly, his eyes still closed, his forehead pressed against Blaine's. Slowly he opened them to see Blaine looking up at him with his beautiful hazel eyes.
"I can't believe you're here," He said again.
Blaine gently caressed his cheek, his thumb catching slightly on Kurt's lip. "I figured we spent enough time apart. I couldn't wait any longer."
"Can we go?" Kurt asked, needing to be alone with Blaine.
He grabbed Blaine's hand and began searching for his bag, finally remembering its existence. It was toppled over a few feet behind them. Blaine picked it up when they reached it. In their Uber from the airport it was like they were magnets, they kept being drawn toward each other. Their hands entwined, they talked over each other in their excitement.
They pulled in front of a building, a blue facade coffee shop filling the bottom floor with a little white door with the number 644 etched into the glass. On either side was a pharmacy and hardware store. The Building was only 6 stories, small by New York standards but Kurt already loved it. He pulled out the key ring his dad had shipped to him a week ago. He used one to unlock the little white door. Blaine followed him up the stairs carrying the bag that held Kurt's life for the last 2 years. On the fourth floor, Kurt followed the hall down to a door on the right side. He put in his other key, ready to see what waited for him inside. He unlocked the door and walked door opened onto his living area, his old couch and coffee table welcomed him, looking at a red brick wall, a fireplace, painted grey, and his TV mounted above. He smiled when he noticed the rug Carole had bought, bright jewel tones in an abstract pattern.
"Wow, this is great," Blaine said behind him, his hand caressing the small of Kurt's back.
Kurt turned back to him and smiled, "Come in, welcome."
As soon as Blaine crossed the threshold and the door was closed behind them, Kurt pulled him into another kiss. He licked his way into Blaine's mouth. Blaine moaned in appreciation at the surprise. Kurt folded his arms over Blaine's shoulders bringing their bodies closer.
Eventually he pulled back his breath coming in soft pants, "I don't think I'll ever get tired of being able to do that."
Blaine laughed a sweet sound, "I don't think you hear me complaining."
"I should- I should probably look around." Kurt stammered. He was feeling too much, his senses seemed overwhelmed with nothing but Blaine. He felt like he could self-destruct if he lost himself in it.
He turned to his right to see his kitchen, on the wall closest was a cafe table with two chairs that he knew had originally been his moms. They walked down the hall hand in hand opening doors as they went. First a small closet. Carole had set it up as part pantry part linen closet. Next hid a stackable washer and dryer, something Kurt was more excited about than he would like to admit.
The next door housed his bathroom, it was small but neat and clean, it's white subway tile and walk-in shower, big enough for two, gleaming. Kurt knew what was behind the last door. Opening it felt like opening up a world of new possibilities grasping Blaine's hand as he was. Kurt pushed open the door, his queen size bed backed onto a red brick wall, two windows shone light on the stormy grey linens. His dad had hung industrial lights over each side of the bed, the edison bulbs illuminating when Kurt flipped the switch. Black filing cabinets sat on each side in place of end tables. His mom's old dresser stood between the two windows.
"It's incredible," Blaine said from beside him. "I can't believe you found this place so quickly."
"I think I am more lucky than I ever gave myself credit for," Kurt said looking into Blaine's eyes.
The air between them was charged. Kurt didn't feel like he could catch his breath. He wanted to pull Blaine into the bedroom, wanted to learn all the parts of him he couldn't when miles separated them. He tried to focus his mind on other things, there was one large obstacle to that desirous plan. Something he needed to voice as Blaine pulled him in closer and began nibbling on Kurt's neck like he already knew that was the way to make Kurt completely lose his mind.
"I don't have any supplies," he squeaked out, gently pushing Blaine away.
"My parents are great in every way possible., but there was no way I was going to ask them to stock me up on lube and condoms." Kurt could feel the blush rising up from his chest and brightening his face.
"I was hoping to stop somewhere before you came over."Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, Kurt wanted to take the bashful look off his face, "I liked your surprise better, we are just severely lacking in essentials."
Blaine lifted Kurt's hand and kissed the palm before saying in a husky voice. "Lucky for us you happened to get an apartment with a pharmacy just downstairs. It's almost like you planned it."
"As I said, lucky." Kurt breathed.
"Why don't I let you have a few minutes alone in your apartment and I will run down and get something." Blaine offered.
Kurt nodded. Although he didn't want to be apart from Blaine. He did need a moment. He gave Blaine his keys as he left. He stood in the middle of the living room for a second, taking in everything. He opened his fridge and noticed his parents had stocked up on the basics. He checked the cabinets and was pleased to see his antique dishes had survived the move. He removed his shoes and socks, feeling the soft fibers of the rug beneath his toes. He moved back to the fire place and the books Carole had stacked there. He squatted and ran his hands over their spines. They were all his old favorites that he'd never had a place for. Everything just fit. It was like the apartment was made for him and his stuff.
He moved to look out the window and thought. It was like with Blaine, he seemed to just fit Kurt like they were made for each other. Kurt couldn't help but smile to himself, he was looking forward to getting to know him even more. Being able to go out, and touch and everything with him. He heard his key in the lock. He heard him shuffling by the door, removing his shoes but didn't turn around until Blaine's hands ran up each arm, a slow and gentle caress. Kurt leaned back pressing his body against Blaine's.
Kurt turned around, his arms found their way again to Blaine's shoulders. He just looked at Blaine for a moment. Taking in all his features. His eyes roved over Blaine's face, trying to memorize every inch. Blaine's hand came up and brushed at Kurt's cheek.
"We don't have to do anything if you're not ready " he whispered. It was only then that Kurt realized Blaine had swiped a tear from his face.
Kurt smiled at Blaine, "No, it's not that. I'm happy. After months of talking and getting to know you and then to finally be here with you. It's a lot and I just- I love you Blaine."
Blaine's eyes widened as Kurt said those words he had only said a handful of times to someone else. Before he could panic that it was too soon and he had ruined the moment, Blaine's mouth pressed sweetly against his.
Blaine pulled back and looked up at Kurt. His breath released in a rush before his words followed. "I love you, Kurt Hummel."
Kurt laughed a joyful sound. Their kiss was slow and gentle learning each other with the sun shining down on their faces from the window.
Eventually Kurt pulled back, "Let's go to my room."
Blaine grabbed the bag he had put on the coffee table as he followed Kurt down the hall. Kurt flipped the switch as they entered before crossing to the windows and shutting the curtains. Blaine closed the door behind himself and stood there watching Kurt.
Kurt walked back over to him and took the bag from his hand, setting it down on the closest filing cabinet. He sat on the edge of his bed and held his hands out to Blaine. As Blaine placed his hands in Kurt's, Kurt pulled him until he was standing between Kurt's legs.
Kurt's bed was so high, Blaine only had to lean down a little to reach Kurt's mouth. Kurt let his hands explore Blaine's waist and chest as they kissed, getting a hint of what his shirt hid. He pulled back breathless only to scoot up the bed. Blaine didn't need an invitation to follow.
They kissed almost lazily as their hands skimmed the other's body, just a feather light touch. It was sweet torture to finally be so close and yet to take things so slowly. Eventually Kurt rolled onto his back bringing Blaine with him. Blaine took the opportunity to let his kisses wander. He sucked gently on Kurt's earlobe before peppering kisses down his throat. Kurt couldn't help it, his neck had always been extra sensitive, as Blaine sucked gently at his jugular the most wanton noise escaped Kurt and his hips bucked up meeting Blaine's body.
The rough chuckle this move earned assured Kurt that Blaine learned his lesson well and would use that trick to his advantage in the future. Kurt threw his head back, giving Blaine all the room he could need to keep up his ministrations.
"Blaine," Kurt heard his voice beg.
Even though Kurt wasn't entirely sure what he was begging for, Blaine seemed to get it. He pressed his body down meeting Kurt owning his mouth once more.
Kurt's hands grappled for something to hold onto, he was overcome with sensations both physically and emotionally. They finally found purchase on Blaine's ass, pulling him closer still. Their cocks ground together with perfect friction. Their kisses turned to panted breaths and their hips began to work together. Kurt threw his head back crying out his ecstacy. His hands scraped up Blaine's back bringing his shirt with them. Blaine's warm skin was smooth under Kurt's palms.
As if by silent command Blaine sat up and threw his shirt off, tossing it somewhere on the floor. Kurt pushed himself further up the bed so he could sit fully up. He removed his own T-shirt, and began working on the buttons of his jeans. When Blaine saw what he was doing he sat beside Kurt and followed suit. Kurt freed himself of his jeans first. Blaine had removed his socks and was just kicking his pants off his foot when Kurt straddled his lap. While Blaine was still wearing a pair of blue boxer briefs, Kurt was completely bare. His face split into a devilish grin as he palmed Blaine through his underwear.
"Kurt," Blaine whined and Kurt didn't think he would ever tire of hearing that sound.
Even so, he cut off any more noises Blaine could make with a frantic kiss. Kurt needed something, he needed more, he needed Blaine. He pulled his full body back away from Blaine. His hand reached out, catching hold of the waistband of Blaine's underwear. He kept moving back until all of Blaine was revealed to him.
Kurt's mouth watered at the sight of Blaine's beautiful thick cock dripping precum just for him. He licked his lips as his eyes roved up to Blaine's face. He was flush with desire.
"Lay down," Kurt whispered.
Blaine obeyed quickly sliding down the bed until his head hit the pillow. Kurt was unsure of what he wanted to do next; give into the lure of Blaine's cock that begged to be sucked or give into the temptation of Blaine's body that cried out to be worshiped.
Blaine's dick twitched as if beckoning Kurt to him and he obeyed. He crawled up the bed before taking it in his hand. He could hear Blaine's breath hitch at the move. First, he licked gently at the slit gathering the moisture there before taking Blaine in his mouth. Kurt's jaw ached with the stretch, he took him as deep as he could, hitting the back of his throat before taking him down. The noises Blaine was making were like a drug to Kurt. Over and over, Kurt bobbed his head swallowing Blaine down just to hear the noises he would make.
"Kurt" Blaine shouted as a warning, and only then did he pull off.
Blaine pulled him up one handed. He kissed Kurt hungerily, tasting deep into his mouth. Blaine rolled them over, pressing Kurt firmly into the mattress. His mouth explored the column of Kurt's neck, licking and nipping as he went. His body undulated into Kurt sending spikes of arousal right through him. Down Kurt's body he continued to map his way with his lips, tongue and teeth. Kurt couldn't keep silent and a litany of erotic noises filled the air around them. Kurt lost himself in the feelings assaulting him, his whole body was on fire and Blaine seemed to delight in fanning their flames. Kurt was engulfed with need for him.
"Blaine, please," he gasped, "I need you, please."
Kurt wasn't sure how he did it, it didn't seem like Blaine's mouth ever left his body but over his own moans he heard the pop of a cap. Blaine pushed Kurt's legs back, spreading him, presenting him. It seemed in one instant Blaine's mouth enveloped Kurt cock and a slick finger was breaching his hole.
A high pitched whine punched out of Kurt. It had been so long since anyone had touched him there. Blaine's hand stilled. It was as if he could read Kurt so well already and knew he needed time to adjust. He looked down at Blaine lazily bobbing on his cock with looks of sweet delight in his eyes. Kurt gave a short nod and Blaine slowly began preparing him. A moment later he added another finger. The drag was exquisite as he felt himself open up to Blaine. Two fingers became three and Kurt's head was lulling from side to side lost in the feel.
"Blaine, please." he whined, in need.
Blaine's fingers slipped out of him and Kurt moaned at their loss.
"I'm here," Blaine reassured him.
He grabbed a condom from the bag. Kurt wanted to snatch it from his hands and put it on for him, but his limbs felt like jelly and he wasn't sure in his movements. He watched instead as the condom stretched over Blaine's cock and as he slowly pumped more lube over himself.
Then Blaine was leaning closer and taking Kurt's mouth with his. They kissed sweetly and deeply. Blaine pulled back whispering words of adoration in Kurt's ear. He felt the blunt head of Blaine's thick cock push insistently against his hole. Kurt bore down on it until finally, slowly Blaine entered him. Kurt felt fuller than he ever had before and yet Blaine still had more to give him. Blaine dragged back against his rim only to push in again, further still. Back and in, inch by inch Kurt took Blaine into his body. When Blaine was fully seated Kurt lay there panting.
"Are you okay?" Blaine asked.
Kurt looked at him in awe for a moment before nodding, unable to speak. Blaine kissed him and soon Kurt needed him to move. He ground down on Blaine's cock hoping he would get the message. And then Blaine started moving. Sparks shot through Kurt's body as Blaine brushed against his prostate. Their bodies moved together as if they already knew exactly what the other needed. Kurt was getting close, but he needed Blaine faster and deeper.
"I want to ride you," Kurt gasped out. He whined at the loss when Blaine pulled out and sat with his back against the wall beside Kurt.
Kurt enthusiastically straddled his lap. He took Blaine in his hand and then took him back into his body. He rode Blaine's cock like he was made for it. At this angle he could feel him so deep and could make it so Blaine's cock hit him just right with every thrust. Kurt's breath was coming out in shallow huffs as the edged closer and closer to his release. He grabbed Blaine's hands, placing them on his hips. He threw his head back, his body's long lines of muscles intent on pleasure. Like a bomb exploding Kurt came with a sudden shout shooting ribbons of cum across their chests. Blaine's grip tightened on Kurt's hips and he thrust deep into Kurt one last time before grunting Kurt's name with his own release. They collapsed on each other, their breath coming in short gasps. Blaine's nose nudged Kurt's chin up. First he kissed gently on Kurt's neck before licking his way into his mouth.
Kurt slowly pulled off Blaine's softening cock, hissing at the soreness that was already setting in. Blaine maneuvered him until he was laying down. From out of the bag he produced a wet wipe. Blaine cleaned them up, and disposed of the condom. He then nudged them under the covers where they lay intertwined. Kurt rested his head on Blaine's chest and listened as his heart rate slowed. He kissed gently at the spot.
"Stay the night, please." He whispered.
"Anything you want."Blaine promised.
"A nap and then lunch?" Kurt asked.
Blaine hugged Kurt before saying, "perfect." Kurt didn't think he was just talking about the plan for the day.
