A/N: A little more fluff and smut while Kurt is still in NY :)
"Have a fun night, boys," Wes says with a wink before pulling the door closed behind him as he leaves.
Kurt blushes lightly and Blaine rolls his eyes. Kurt isn't sure if he'll ever quite get used to comments like that.
"Have a seat," Blaine says, pulling out a chair at the small kitchen table and gesturing for Kurt to sit.
Kurt smiles warmly at his boyfriend, places a sweet kiss on Blaine's cheek, then takes a seat in the offered chair. "What's on the menu tonight, chef?"
"This evening we will be serving salmon with a side of grilled asparagus, spinach salad, and roasted potatoes, followed by a New York cheesecake with caramel sauce for dessert," Blaine explains as he lights the candles he'd set out earlier on the table.
"Sounds very fancy."
"Only the best for you, love." Blaine walks over to the fridge, then returns with the salad bowl and places it on the table, then makes a few more trips for the rest of their dinner before taking his seat opposite Kurt.
Kurt fills his plate, watches as Blaine does the same, then they settle into their chairs and begin eating.
"This is delicious, Blaine. And beautiful."
"Just like you."
Kurt rolls his eyes fondly. "You're such a dork."
"And you love it," Blaine says with a smirk.
"I do," Kurt says, smiling back at Blaine warmly. This is what they're supposed to be. Not the fighting that was going happening on the weekend, not the slight awkward tension that had been hanging in the air between them since then. This is them, and Kurt is just relieved that things are starting to feel right again.
"Are you looking forward to The Lion King?" Blaine asks as he cuts off a piece of fish and arranges it on his fork.
"I'm just excited to finally see a Broadway show," Kurt says excitedly. "I mean, it's just going to be... magical. I can't wait."
"You're going to love it," Blaine says with a smile. "Seb and I saw Chicago a while ago, his family got us tickets, it was amazing."
"Right. I'm sure it was," Kurt says, a little awkwardly, taking a bite of potato and chewing slowly. He'd really rather not talk about Sebastian tonight.
Blaine seems to pick up on the awkward tension, luckily, and changes the subject, something about a nearby museum that he'd like to take Kurt to the next day. They chat happily through the rest of dinner, and thankfully Blaine doesn't bring Sebastian up any more.
"Dessert?" Blaine asks, sliding a slice of cheesecake onto a plate and handing it to Kurt.
"I thought you'd never ask," Kurt replies, taking the offered plate. "Did you make this?"
Blaine laughs. "No, I wish. It's from this great little bakery nearby. You'd love it."
Kurt takes a bit of the cheesecake, savouring it in his mouth before swallowing. "You're right, I do love it. This is possibly the best cheesecake I've ever eaten."
"See? What did I tell you?" Blaine says with a grin.
"I didn't argue with you!" Kurt laughs.
It's not long before both of their plates are cleared, and they've finished putting away the leftovers and tidying the kitchen.
"What do you have planned for the rest of the night, mister hopeless romantic?" Kurt teases.
"Well, I thought we could have a relaxing evening in bed and watch a nice movie," Blaine says, taking Kurt's hand and leading him toward his bedroom. "Or, maybe, not watch a movie," he adds, pushing Kurt down onto the bed and climbing on top of him, sealing their lips together in a quick kiss before pulling back and staring down into Kurt's eyes.
"Hmm," Kurt hums, as though pondering the idea, "I like or not." The corner of his mouth twitches up in a smile.
"I thought you might," Blaine says with a smirk.
Blaine leans down again and melds his lips to Kurt's, hot and dirty, lips and tongues and teeth. Kurt pulls away for a breath, and Blaine takes the opportunity to attach himself to Kurt's neck, sucking and biting and Kurt lets out a breathy, surprised moan because usually they move a bit slower, don't go this fast from kissing to exploring the other parts of each other's bodies. Not that he's complaining, of course. This feels good. He threads his fingers loosely into Blaine's hair, grips the sheets with his other hand as Blaine rolls his hips down into Kurt and Kurt arches up to meet him.
"Blaine," he whimpers as Blaine pops open the first few buttons of Kurt's shirt and sucks at his collarbone.
"You're wearing too many clothes," Blaine murmurs into his skin as he continues unbuttoning the shirt, and Kurt lets out a breathy laugh.
When Blaine has finished with the final button, he shifts off Kurt so he can sit up and slide out of his shirt. Once the shirt has been discarded somewhere off to the side that Kurt doesn't really care about, he grabs Blaine's collar and pulls the other boy toward him, joining their lips in a heated kiss before he pulls back ever so slightly, a smirk pulling at his lips as he whispers, "You're wearing too many clothes, too."
Blaine tugs his polo over his head and tosses it aside, and then Kurt is pushing Blaine down onto the bed, climbing on top. Blaine reaches behind and grips Kurt's ass, pulling Kurt's hips forward into his and Kurt moans into the skin of Blaine's neck at the friction between them. Kurt moves down Blaine's body, tracing down Blaine's neck and chest with kisses, Blaine squirming and gasping beneath him as he swirls his tongue around a nipple before sucking it into his mouth and biting gently.
"Fuck," Blaine groans, head pushing back into his pillow as he arches into Kurt's mouth, exposing the column of his neck.
"Blaine?" Kurt murmurs, looking up under his eyelashes at the beautiful boy beneath him.
"Yeah?" Blaine breathes, glancing down at his boyfriend, Kurt's lips still pressed to his chest.
"I was thinking," Kurt starts, and he has been thinking, at first it didn't really cross his mind but the more and more that they do this, the more he wonders what it would be like. He likes what they do together, of course he does, it's not about that. But he can't help but wonder. Wonder what it might be like to do that to Blaine. To slide his fingers into Blaine, work him slowly open, slide himself into Blaine, and they've never really talked about it, and he's not really sure how to talk about it, but he just wants to know and he doesn't have a chance like this very often anymore so why not now?
He continues. "Maybe we could, um... maybe I could... you know, do that."
Blaine props himself up a little, looks down at Kurt with a confused expression. "Do what?"
Kurt swallows, but he's started this conversation so they might as well have it, and since when isn't he comfortable talking to Blaine about sex anymore anyway? "Be on top?" he asks, voice still unsure.
Blaine gives him a funny look, still confused. "You've been on top before."
"No, I don't mean that, I mean... can I fuck you?" the words sound crude on his tongue, but he's not really sure how to say it otherwise without being overly clinical, and that's decidedly not sexy, so this is the best he's going to get.
Blaine's brow furrows, and he sits up farther. "But we... do you not like what we do?"
"No, no, that's not it. Not at all, Bee, you know I do. Of course I do. I just wonder why we've never... you know. Changed it up," Kurt says, rolling off to let Blaine sit up and shrugging his shoulders. "I just wanted to try it."
"Kurt, I... I don't know."
"We don't have to, if you're not comfortable, I just... we've never really talked about it, and I... want to."
Blaine looks at him for a moment, carefully examining his face, before he responds. "I like what we do," Blaine says, cupping Kurt's cheek with his hand, "I like what I do to you, I don't really see why we need to change that."
Kurt stares back at Blaine as Blaine rubs his thumb in soft, slow circles on his cheek. "I like it too. I don't want to change it, I just thought maybe we could... try."
Blaine frowns slightly, the slight curve of his lips almost undetectable except that Kurt has spent so much time looking at those lips. "If you're not happy with what we're doing, you should have talked to me about it, Kurt."
"No, that's not it at all, it's not... Just never mind," Kurt says.
"Is everything okay?" Blaine asks, stopping his thumb and just cupping Kurt's cheek in his hand.
"Yeah. Everything's fine," Kurt says with a small nod.
"Okay," Blaine says, lips curving up into a small smile again. "Can I... think about it?"
"Yeah. Yes. Of course, that's... that's fine."
"Okay. I'll think about it."
"Thank you," Kurt says, then he smirks a little at Blaine. "Can I ask you something else?"
Blaine cocks his head to the side a little, looking mildly confused again. "Sure."
"Will you kiss me?" Kurt asks.
"I'd love to," Blaine says, a wide smile replacing the confused expression on his face, and then he leans in and plants a sweet kiss to Kurt's lips, then pulls back, rests his forehead against Kurt's. "I want you to ride me," Blaine breathes, then presses their lips together again briefly, "now all I can think about is you on top of me."
Kurt smiles. "I'd like that, too."
Kurt stands, unbuckles his belt and slides it slowly out through the loops of his pants. Blaine watches him, eyes dark as he palms himself through his jeans. Kurt smirks at Blaine as he slowly pops the button, unzips his own pants, slides them down over his hips and his hard cock springs out.
"Fuck," Blaine breathes, palming himself harder, "you're not wearing anything underneath them."
"Surprise," Kurt says with a wry smile. Once upon a time the mere thought of trying to be sexy made him squirm and blush; it's not something he ever associated with himself. And he's not overly experienced or knowledgeable by any means, but he does know what his body does to Blaine, and sometimes he likes to take advantage of that. It feels nice, knowing he can get a reaction from Blaine, and his boyfriend certainly never seems to mind.
Kurt slides out of his pants, leaves them in a pile on the floor as he climbs back onto the bed and Blaine reaches into the side table to pull out the bottle of lube he keeps there. Blaine pulls Kurt down on top of him, reaching behind and grabbing a handful of Kurt's ass, kneading at as he grinds his hips up into Kurt's and Kurt moans into the kiss. Blaine's hands are gone for a moment, then they're back, one hand spreading his ass open as a slick finger traces around his opening. A shiver wracks through Kurt's body at the warm, gentle touches, and he feels Blaine's smile through the kiss. Blaine pushes in slowly, breaching the tight ring of muscle, and Kurt whimpers as the finger slips deeper inside him. Blaine works his finger in and out, thrusting gently inside Kurt, then sliding another finger in with his first. He pushes them in deep, crooks his fingers and presses there right there and Kurt moans, loader than he means to but it just feels so good he can't stop himself and he can't be bothered to care.
"You like that?" Blaine asks, pulling his mouth from Kurt's and sucking at a spot on his neck.
"Yeah, I- ohmygod," Kurt gasps as Blaine strokes over the spot again, and Blaine chuckles darkly.
Blaine continues stretching him open, mouthing at his neck, as Kurt pants and moans and whines until, finally, Blaine breathes in his ear, "Are you ready for me, love?"
"Yes, please," he says, voice a little more desperate than he wants it to be, but he's been rocking back and forth, into Blaine's hips and back onto his fingers, and it's hard to not be desperate for it after that.
Kurt kisses Blaine again, quick and dirty, before he sits up, and Blaine reaches for a condom in the bedside table and hands it to him. Kurt leans down, licks a stripe up the underside of Blaine's hard cock, looking up at Blaine from under his eyelashes and Blaine shudders, then rolls the condom down onto Blaine; as fun as it is to tease, he wants Blaine inside him now. He moves up, straddles Blaine's hips, slowly guides Blaine's cock inside him, sinking down slowly and biting his lip as he feels it stretch him open.
"Fuck," Blaine murmurs, breathless, eyes blown wide as he watches Kurt above him. It's one of Kurt's favourite sounds, Blaine needy, just as desperate as he is, wanting him.
Kurt settles, thighs spread and ass full, adjusting to the stretch. Blaine's hands reach up, stroke across his chest, settle at his hips, and Blaine rolls his hips up, pushing against Kurt's prostate and drawing a gasp from his lips. Kurt leans back, steadying himself with a hand on each of Blaine's thighs before rising up slowly then dropping back down, and both boys moan at the friction. Kurt lifts again, presses back down onto Blaine, up and down, Blaine's hands on his hips pulling him down, Blaine's hips thrusting back up into him.
"Kurt, Kurt, I- I'm gonna," Blaine starts, then throws his head back, and Kurt feels Blaine's grip tighten, imagines the finger-sized bruises they'll leave on his skin as Blaine's hips stutter out his orgasm.
Kurt works him through it, slowing as Blaine comes down from it, until Blaine squirms a little from the oversensitivity and then pulls off Blaine. Blaine flips them over, pushes Kurt into the bed, seals their lips together in a searing kiss.
"You're amazing," Blaine murmurs, brushing his lips across Kurt's and then down his neck, chest, stomach, ghosting breaths and sweet, gentle kisses as he makes his way to Kurt's hips, kissing one of the faint red marks Blaine's fingers left there, "so amazing."
Blaine wraps a hand around Kurt's cock, hard and leaking precome, and Kurt's hips buck up automatically at the contact.
"Gonna take care of you," Blaine murmurs into his skin as he begins to stroke, slow and teasing, and Kurt writhes beneath him. Blaine brings his lips to the head, places a gentle kiss, traces the tip of his tongue along the slit and Kurt whimpers. He runs the flat of his tongue up the side of Kurt's cock, then sinks his mouth around it, taking Kurt fully inside the warm wetness, and Kurt's hips try to thrust into it but Blaine holds them down and he sinks onto Kurt, then pulls back up and sucks and Kurt moans loud, so loud, as Blaine sets a fast pace and it's not long before Kurt is coming into Blaine's hot mouth. Blaine swallows it, works him through it with his hand and lips and tongue, pulling off Kurt as he lays, limp and spent, on his back on the bed. Blaine crawls back up, lays beside him, and Kurt turns his head to look into Blaine's sparkling honey-brown eyes.
"Love you," Blaine whispers, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Kurt's lips, and Kurt tastes himself there.
"Love you too."
Kurt rolls to his side, pushes back, and Blaine wraps an arm around as he settles his into Blaine's chest.
"We can still watch a movie if you want," Blaine murmurs into Kurt's hair.
"Maybe later," Kurt says, snuggling further into Blaine's arms.
"Maybe later," Blaine agrees.