September 1920
Blaine
Blaine takes a sip of his tea while watching the sunrise on the verandah. The sounds of seagulls cawing as they catch fish woke him up early, and he couldn't get back to sleep, in spite of being cocooned in Kurt's arms.
Last night, he was so on board with having sexy times with the items in LeRoy's box. He's had a permanent stiffie this holiday, thinking about how they could use them. He had wanted so much to unleash Kurt's imagination… He really does have the best ideas in the bedroom. When the handcuffs appeared, Blaine had never thought in a million years that his experiences during the Great War might trigger such a panic. Blaine's heart races just thinking about it, but he soon calms himself down, thinking about how Kurt held him in his arms, reassuring him that he was safe and loved.
Last night, he had learnt the true meaning of trust.
It's not only about trusting your partner to make you feel good, but it's also about trusting your partner to know what doesn't. He trusts Kurt to sense when he's feeling uncomfortable. He trusts Kurt to realize when he's pushed too far. He trusts that Kurt will stop and make him feel safe again. He trusts Kurt with his body, mind, and soul.
Blaine also knows his Kurt very well. He had probably stayed up half the night, beating himself up over something that neither of them knew would happen. Kurt will most definitely be nervous to be physically intimate again, wondering what Blaine's reaction might be. Blaine doesn't want Kurt to think of him as a broken person.
Blaine had learnt at an early age that if you're thrown off a horse, the best thing is to get back on it as soon as possible. He needs to demonstrate to Kurt that he still loves him, trusts him, and needs the physical intimacy more than ever before.
He returns inside, and places his empty cup in the kitchen, before quietly climbing the stairs to the bedroom. He's relieved to find Kurt still sleeping, and the sheets are pulled down to reveal his torso. Blaine takes a moment or two to admire Kurt's broad chest, which is slightly reddened by the sun. His taut muscular arms are evidence that he's strong and not shy of physical labor.
Blaine undoes the cord of his dressing gown and lets it drop off his body. He slips into bed and peppers Kurt's jaw and neck with open-mouthed wet kisses. His mouth slowly makes his way down Kurt's chest, and when his mouth discovers Kurt's nipple, Blaine uses his tongue to circle around it.
"Hmm… I wasn't expecting to be woken up like this. Your tongue feels like magic," Kurt murmurs, husky and low.
Blaine sucks on his nipple until it's pert and blows air around it, before scooching up to lie next to Kurt.
"I wasn't expecting to go to sleep so early. I'm sorry about that." Blaine bites his lower lip, wondering whether Kurt will bring up the subject of last night's panic attack.
Kurt turns to his side, so that he faces Blaine, and strokes his cheek. "There's nothing to be sorry for, my darling. The box of things didn't work out like we planned. We should have discussed everything beforehand."
Blaine gives Kurt a tentative smile. "But I wanted the element of surprise. I wanted you to decide what to do. I love you - trust you so much - that I wanted to give you the freedom to do anything you wanted. It's not so much about giving you control, but more about letting myself be vulnerable and trusting you enough to cherish me. But as you say, it didn't work out as we planned. I don't want it to be this thing that hangs over us every time we have sex. I want to push past it."
Kurt's face softens into that special sweet smile that is reserved just for Blaine. "Oh, honey, I want that, too. I was thinking about it last night, and I have an idea. You can still let me lead and surprise you, but you could still be in total control."
"I don't follow you, Kurt."
"Handcuffs are only one way to not allow you to touch yourself or me. You could grab onto the headboard rails and not move your hands."
Blaine thinks about it out loud. "That would require a lot of self-control, because there is nothing I like better than touching you. Having said that, it would still give you freedom to guide me."
Kurt continues, "The blindfold doesn't allow you to see so there is an element of surprise, but surely closing your eyes would have the same effect? In other words, we can still have fun without the props in that box."
Blaine has guessed right - Kurt must have been up half the night thinking about it and has come up with a clever solution. "I'd be more than comfortable to try that."
"And if you're comfortable, that would make me comfortable, too."
Blaine's eyes sparkle as his mouth twitches into a smile. "I'm hard like a torpedo, just thinking about it."
Kurt chuckles. "I'm going to the bathroom quickly. When I get back, I expect you to be holding onto the headboard rails."
Blaine stretches his hands over his head and grabs the headboard rails as instructed. He's absolutely certain that Kurt is giving himself a little talk to boost his confidence. They're not very experienced with things like this, and Blaine loves Kurt even more for trying.
When Kurt returns to the bedroom, Blaine hears him gasp. He tries to lie perfectly still while Kurt ogles him. He can tell by Kurt's lust-blown eyes that he very much likes what he sees. Kurt takes a pillow and positions it under Blaine's buttocks.
Kurt carefully looks at his face. "Are you comfortable, my gorgeous man?"
They lock eyes for a moment, and the connection is just enough for Blaine to feel safe. Blaine nods. "I love you, Kurt."
Kurt crawls on top of Blaine. "I love you, too. I want you to close your eyes, and you shouldn't open them unless you feel uncomfortable."
Blaine closes his eyes and stretches his body in anticipation. When Kurt presses a kiss to each eyelid, Blaine starts to relax his body, knowing that he's in safe hands.
Kurt slowly kisses Blaine as if they have all the time in the world… because they do. Kurt's lips feel so puffy and soft, as if they are made from clouds and cotton candy. Blaine breathes in Kurt's earthy and masculine scent, and it's intoxicating. Kurt's fingers brush his cheek and tilt his head for a better angle to kiss deeper. When their tongues intertwine, it feels hot and wet, and it tastes a bit minty. Blaine's lips move against Kurt's, and he loses himself in the sensation. Blaine feels the scratch of Kurt's fingers through his hair, and he wants to purr like a cat.
Blaine whimpers when Kurt pulls away from him and tries to chase those delectable lips, but he can't find them with his eyes closed. His cock is leaking precum just from the kissing, and he needs a little relief. "My cock is throbbing. I need something… anything."
Blaine's skin tingles as Kurt trails his fingers down his chest. Kurt gives his cock a few firm strokes. Blaine moans, "Your hand feels so perfect."
"I think it could be even better," Kurt purrs.
All of a sudden, Blaine feels the mattress shift, and he can no longer smell Kurt around him. He feels fidgety and gets a knot in the pit of his stomach, nervous that Kurt might leave him.
"Kurt...Where are you?"
"I'm still here. I'm not leaving the bedroom, but I need to get something. Do you still have your eyes firmly closed? I'll be with you again in a moment or two."
Blaine scrunches his eyes even tighter. Kurt's gentle voice goes a long way to calm him. He can hear Kurt humming and ruffling noises like Kurt is looking for something inside LeRoy's box. He wonders what Kurt will do next. Blaine feels the mattress dip as Kurt kneels on the bed, and the air around him is thick with anticipation.
A tingle rushes up Blaine's body when he feels something soft and silky brush over the top of his left foot, and he tries not to giggle at the ticklish feeling when it brushes his sole. Kurt wraps the material around his foot and firmly massages each part, from his toes to his heel.
"Is that a scarf?"
"Hmmm. How does feel?
"The soft material combined with your strong touches feels heavenly. I've never had my foot massaged before."
Blaine's body relaxes even more when Kurt continues his ministrations with his hands and the soft scarf on his other foot. Who knew that having a foot massage would make his entire body feel so wonderful? Kurt slowly swishes the scarf up his right leg and down the left one. Blaine spreads his legs, hoping to get attention where he wants it so desperately. When he feels the silky fabric brush against his inner thighs, it brings him closer to the edge. It's like a tickle that creeps up from every corner of his body - he's desperate for it to stop, but he also wants it to continue forever. Then all of a sudden, Blaine feels nothing.
"You're such a tease," Blaine moans.
"We're just getting started, my love."
He can feel the weight and heat of Kurt's body on his legs. The skin-on-skin contact reassures him that Kurt is still very much with him. Kurt's hard cock pressed against him is all he needs to know that Kurt is enjoying this, too. He prays that Kurt doesn't ask him if he's okay, because he really, really is. He doesn't want to think. He wants to lose himself in the sensations and give himself completely over to Kurt. Blaine feels hot breath ghosting over his ear.
"You look so incredibly sexy. Trusting me like this… Loving me enough to give yourself to me in this way."
Blaine feels Kurt scoot up his body. Kurt cups his face and kisses him deeply, plunging his tongue into his mouth. Blaine's cock is most definitely like a torpedo now that Kurt is pressed tightly against him. Every kiss has a raw intensity that sends a shiver throughout his body. Blaine desperately wants to wrap his arms around Kurt's back, but he can't. Kurt has asked him to grip the headboard rails, and he won't let him down. Blaine adjusts his hands so that he's more comfortable. Kurt pulls off his lips with a loud popping noise.
"It'll be easier to stay in that position if you relax your shoulders. I'm not planning on you letting go of the bed rails for a while."
Kurt nibbles lightly on his earlobe and traces it with the tip of his nose. Blaine gets goose pimples when he feels the hot, wet sensation of Kurt's tongue.
When Kurt presses his face in the curve of his neck, Blaine can feel his hot breath and hear heavy panting, but he's not sure if that's Kurt, himself, or both of them. Blaine can't help but stretch his neck to give Kurt more room to maneuver. While Kurt mouths open kisses down his neck, he wraps the silk scarf loosely around his bicep.
Kurt's mouth arrives at that spot between his neck and his shoulder blade, and while he focuses on biting and sucking the area, he tightens the scarf slightly around his bicep. Blaine knows that Kurt's mouth will give him an almighty bruise, but he couldn't care in the least. He welcomes any reminder of this morning in bed. Blaine slowly exhales when Kurt loosens the scarf and squeezes the thick muscles in his upper arm.
Kurt pulls his lips away from his neck and blows warm air on the newly-formed bruise. "Remind me to thank the person who suggested that you take up tennis. Your arm muscles are so well defined, especially when they're flexed to hold on to the headboard."
Blaine's fists instinctively tighten around the rails. Kurt's tongue starts mapping his chest while the scarf brushes against his nipples. The silkiness of the scarf is the antithesis of the scratchiness from Kurt's morning stubble. Kurt kisses his nipples, and Blaine shivers as they harden. Kurt's fingertips are electric as they trace the outside of the areola, brushing the tip after each completed full circle. Blaine then feels Kurt's hot, wet tongue flicker across the nub, then suck. Kurt continues to go back and forth to each nipple, and Blaine never knows whether he'll feel the scarf, fingertips, or a tongue, and it makes him gasp and tremble.
Kurt slowly brushes the scarf across Blaine's chest and down his stomach. Blaine moans in pleasure, and his hips thrust up.
"How are you feeling?" Kurt asks, between kisses along his V-line towards his belly button.
"Pretty amazing. With my eyes closed, I never know what to expect."
"You look amazing. I can't believe that you are all mine."
Kurt's tongue moves from his belly button to his hip and sucks and bites another bruise.
Blaine wants to tell Kurt that he loves him. He wants to say that he wouldn't do this with anybody else. However, his brain is so fuzzy that he just lets out a moan, unable to articulate any words.
Kurt gently spreads his legs open, and every nerve in Blaine's body is thrumming. Kurt runs the scarf along the shaft of Blaine's sensitive cock, and precum dribbles from the top. Kurt's tongue gives kitten licks on the head while the scarf moves around his balls. Blaine thrusts up to get more of Kurt's mouth, but all it can find is air.
"All in good time, my love."
"Kurt, I don't even know what I want any more. I don't think I can last much longer."
Blaine feels the scarf brush against his shaft, then a firm hand on top, stroking him slowly. Blaine holds the bedhead rails for dear life and whimpers in pleasure. He wants to make this last, but he already feels the pressure build in his belly. And just when he's feeling overwhelmed, Kurt stops.
While Blaine focuses on getting his breathing back to normal, Kurt strokes his thigh. The gesture goes a long way to help him gain control of his body once again.
Blaine's legs tremble when Kurt's hot wet tongue licks the thick vein on his cock. He feels two fingertips massage that special spot between his balls and his hole, and Blaine involuntarily arches up for more of Kurt's mouth, but all he can feel is warm air blown. He knows he's babbling, but he's far too gone to care.
The scarf brushes his cock, and soon it's joined by Kurt's hand once again. Blaine loves the contrast of the firm hand with the silkiness of the scarf. Kurt's free hand plays with his balls before it begins to massage that special spot again. When Kurt starts applying pressure, heat pools low in his belly, and he's panting. He can feel the familiar tug of an orgasm building as his balls draw up tight. The scarf and hand are quickly replaced with Kurt's mouth as he takes the entire length in one quick movement. When the orgasm tears through him, Blaine feels so dizzy that he lets go of the headboard rail and clutches Kurt's head to anchor himself. He feels waves of pleasure as Kurt's tongue works him through the orgasm and swallows everything that is spurting out.
When Kurt pulls away, Blaine can soon feel his weight straddling his thighs. He opens his eyes, and he's never seen Kurt look so sexy. Kurt's eyes are wild and have turned stormy gray, his cheeks are flushed, and his lips are kiss-swollen. Kurt wraps his hand around his cock and begins to pump with firm quick strokes. Blaine is overjoyed with the thought that Kurt is all worked up because of him. Although he feels exhausted in the best sort of way, he wants to do something for Kurt.
Blaine spots the black silky scarf next to his hip, and picks it up. He slowly sits up so Kurt is on his lap, and loops the scarf around Kurt's neck. Using the scarf's ends, he pulls Kurt toward him, and whispers hotly in his ear. "This scarf looks so good on you. The next time, I'm going to place the scarf around your eyes. The things I'll do to you will make your toes curl, my gorgeous one."
Kurt whimpers and strokes himself faster.
Blaine pulls one side of the scarf so that it falls from his neck, and brushes it against Kurt's nipples. Kurt lets out a low growl, and his entire body shudders as hot wet cum splatters against Blaine's chest.
Kurt collapses on the bed and pulls Blaine into his arms. Kurt's hands tangle in Blaine's damp curls. "You were incredible. I don't think I would have the control it takes to keep my hands above my head and my eyes closed."
"It was pretty intense, but without being able to touch or see you, I could really focus on the other things, like how your lips feel... how you taste… how you smell. I could even smell the ocean air in the breeze. My body felt more sensitive to your touches."
"Were you serious about using the scarf to blindfold me?"
"Only if it's something that you might want."
Kurt snuggles closer. "Oh, I think that's something I'd certainly like to try."
Blaine smiles, knowing that they most definitely have worked past any issue that the handcuffs or blindfold presented. He's already thinking of what he might do to a blindfolded Kurt.
Two days later...
When Kurt comes out of the stable's changing room at the Deep Hollow Ranch, Blaine cannot take his eyes off of him. Although Kurt looks good in his new riding jodhpurs, it's not what has his attention.
"What are you staring at?" Kurt asks, with a not-so-innocent smile.
"You're wearing an ascot."
"You never know when you'll need a scarf." Kurt winks, and with one quick movement, he mounts the horse. "You better close your mouth before you start catching flies."
Blaine snaps his jaw shut and shakes his head with a smile. One thing is for certain: life is never dull with Kurt around.
Blaine quickly mounts Koda, the Thoroughbred that he's been riding all week. Blaine knows that Kurt hasn't ridden a horse since he left the Westerville estate. "Do you think you're up for an hour's ride?"
"Pfh… Of course I am. Lead the way."
Blaine squeezes his thighs against Koda, who starts off with a gentle trot. They ride along a trail in a forested area. Soon the path's earth is replaced by sand, and they enter the vast expanse of the secluded Oyster Bay.
"Blaine, this bay is beautiful!"
"Don't I know it? The horses are used to running along the beach. Do you want to try it?"
"You bet!"
Blaine clicks his boots against Koda, who immediately races into a gallop along the beach, with Kurt and his horse following close behind. With the wind blowing through his hair, Blaine feels powerful, fearless, and at peace. All too soon, Koda starts slowing down, and Blaine stops the horse at a shady but sandy part of the beach.
Kurt stops his horse next to him. "I loved that! It's quite a freeing experience riding along the beach. No wonder you were up early every morning to ride."
Blaine opens the saddlebag, takes out an old blanket, and spreads it out on the sand.
Kurt looks around. "I can't believe that no one else is here. Let's change into our bathing suits."
Blaine grabs a bag and heads behind a tree. Unbeknownst to Kurt, Blaine had a poke around in the Sagaponack shops and bought a new bathing suit, which hopefully will leave Kurt weak at the knees. When Blaine returns to the beach, Kurt lets out a gasp.
"You… new… those muscles…your buttocks…the belt… ghh," Kurt stutters.
Blaine feels a surge of pride knowing that his new bathing suit has left Kurt at a loss for words. He's wearing a two-piece suit, but it doesn't have a flared lower half like Kurt's. The top is blue and white striped and is cut low underneath the arms and around the back, showing off Blaine's athletic body. The dark blue trunks are tight-fitting, and a white belt completes the look. "I've been told that this is the new style bathing suit that everyone will be wearing next summer. How do you like it?"
"It's a pity that you've left it until the last day to wear it. We'll need to go on more beach holidays so that I can stare at you wearing that bathing suit that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination."
Blaine lies down on his front on the blanket, knowing perfectly well the bathing suit clings to his buttocks. "You're quite ridiculous."
Kurt lies down next to him. "Make that a holiday to a secluded beach. I don't like the idea of others leering at your butt."
After checking that no-one else is around, Blaine leans forward and gives Kurt a sloppy kiss.
Kurt pulls away, panting. "We're going to have to stop while we can. We're at a public beach."
While Kurt makes pencil sketches on his artist pad, Blaine unpacks the picnic lunch he prepared that morning. Kurt looks up from his artist pad and gives him a tender look. "I'll just be a couple more minutes. I want to capture the ocean against the rocks before the tide goes out."
Blaine looks out towards the ocean. Their holiday in the Hamptons is coming to an end, and they will have to return to Manhattan tomorrow. He wants loads of holidays with Kurt. He wants loads of everything with Kurt. It's how to make that happen that he hasn't figured out.
"What's wrong, Blaine?"
Blaine turns to Kurt, and smiles. "What makes you think that something is wrong?
"That smile on your face doesn't quite reach your eyes. You've been lying in bed awake at night, clutching me as if your life depends upon it. I know you, and something is definitely on your mind. We made promises to each other, and one of them was total honesty."
"I'm sad that the holiday is ending. I've enjoyed spending every day with you. I'm not looking forward to going back to Manhattan tomorrow."
Kurt scooches closer and holds Blaine's hand, gently stroking the top with his thumb. "We'll still see each other every day. That's not all, is it Blaine?"
Blaine looks down and twists the promise ring around his finger. "Kurt, you're the love of my life. I want to live that fabulous life that I - no, we - have dreamed about. I'm really trying to make you happy, and sometimes that consumes me. I love working at Healy's Tavern, knowing that you are by my side. When I go to Brooks Brothers, my only thought is how you might like the outfits. I bake cakes and such for Mrs Murphy so that I can have sleepovers. When I work out at the gym, my only thought is looking sexy for you. When we are apart, I don't feel whole."
"You know that I love you, too. What's really going on here?"
Blaine lowers his head. "I respect that you wish to live independently, but it makes me feel unsettled. I worry that you won't want me anymore once you've established yourself. There are plenty of other men out there - more attractive, more together, and with less baggage than me."
"Blaine, that simply isn't true. It's always going to be you. I love you, and you're my family. Earlier this week, we talked about how we each give one another support in the way it's needed. And believe you me, I really need your support and love."
"Then why do I get the feeling that you don't want to live with me?" Blaine asks in a trembling voice.
"But I do! Spending time with you this week has only shown me what I've already known - that we belong together. I've also realized that no one is ever completely settled or independent for that matter. We're more like works-in-progress. I need your support and love so much."
"As do I," Blaine affirms.
"Which is why I think it's time we should live together."
Blaine's heart races. "You really want to live with me? You're not just saying that at the spur of the moment?"
Kurt shakes his head. "Before we left for the Hamptons, I told Mrs Murphy that I was moving out at the end of the month."
Not caring if anyone is at the beach, Blaine gives Kurt a bone-crushing hug. He can feel that steady beat of Kurt's heart, and he feels safe and loved right down to his inner soul.
Kurt looks over his shoulder. "We better eat your picnic before the ants get a whiff of it."
They eat their lunch, discussing the logistics of the moving day. Kurt shows him a proposed design for the top floor of the house, that he has already sketched on his pad. The very idea of planning a future together is more than Blaine could have hoped for. He readily agrees with Kurt about everything. Now, instead of dreading the end of the holiday, he's looking forward to the beginning of their lives together.
Author's notes
Photos of Kurt's riding jodhpurs and Blaine's new bathing suit are posted to my Tumblr account (HKVoyage). From my home page, click on the 'Life in the Big Apple' button'. On the next page will have 'Chapter announcements with photos'. You will find the photos there.
Many thanks to my fantastic betas - Fearlessly, Lilyvandersteen, Dblmalfunction. I made the last-minute edits and performed the final proofreading by myself, so all mistakes are mine.
I'm HKVoyage on Tumblr.
Next up: Kurt moves in with Blaine.