March 1921
Kurt
Once the last fans have left, Kurt looks into the distance where Blaine and Elliott are seated in a secluded part of the airfield. He is relieved to find that they are laughing and Blaine looks at ease. As he was signing autographs over the past hour, he'd glanced at the men from time to time. Initially, he could see how tense Blaine was by his stance, but they seemed to have worked out whatever was troubling him. With any luck, they might even grow to like each other. Blaine is obviously making a huge effort to get to know Elliott today, and maybe that's a testament to Blaine trusting Kurt's choice in friends.
Over the past six weeks, he and Blaine have come a long way. They've talked about boundaries, being respectful of each other, and really listened to what the other one has to say. Blaine now appreciates how important it is for him to have friends of his own, and Kurt now realizes that Blaine has different needs than he does. While Kurt enjoys meeting new people, Blaine prefers a good book and a few close people for company.
Romance between them has been rekindled. Kurt's stomach flutters recalling their Sunday dates, the flirting at work, and surprising each other with little gifts or thoughtful actions. They are both silly romantics, and with each passing day, it's as if they've chosen to find ways to fall in love all over again.
Kurt can tell the instant that Blaine realizes that he is no longer signing autographs next to the aeroplane. Blaine jumps up from his seat and waves. He watches Blaine and Elliott shake hands before Blaine walks toward him with a bounce in his step. Elliott waves at him from the far distance and walks toward the airfield's exit.
When Blaine approaches the aeroplane, he's smiling brightly. "I say, that was some aerial performance you gave this afternoon. I was amazed and terrified at the same time."
Kurt returns the smile. "Thanks. I wanted you to see me flying first-hand."
Blaine looks around to make sure that no-one is around, before he leans in and whispers, "You are such a remarkable man, Kurt Hummel. I'm so incredibly proud of you."
He straightens up, clears his throat, and adds, "I could tell that your performance took plenty of skill. When did you learn to do all that?"
Kurt preens at the compliment. It's nice to know that he can still impress Blaine. "I learnt how to do all the maneuvers while I was training in the Royal Flying Corps. I've been practicing with the Air Service for the past month so that we would be completely synchronized."
"How did you get to practice with the Air Service?"
"Well, I'm now a certified pilot in the US. I wrote the qualification exam for foreign pilots, so I obviously passed that part with flying colors. The training sessions for today gave me the flying hours I needed to get the certification."
"You're not about to join the Air Service, are you?" Blaine asks. He sounds so unsure of himself and hesitant to really want to know the answer.
"Absolutely not," Kurt says in a firm voice. "I'm more interested in opening and running a restaurant. You might know something about that?"
Blaine closes his eyes and lets out a huge breath. "That's really great news, because I happen to know a place and a person that needs your talents and skills."
Kurt licks his lips. "Then who am I to deny that place and that person?"
Kurt notices dark clouds hover in the skies, and after years of flying, he knows that walking amongst and crawling in and out of aeroplanes during a major storm isn't much fun. "It's going to rain soon. Do you mind if I show you the aeroplanes another time?"
"Okay, but I'll hold you to that tour for another day. I want to know more about aeroplanes and what it's like to be in the pilot's seat. James is waiting in the parking lot with the car. Can I give you a lift home?"
When they feel the first spits of rain, they run towards the exit. Fortunately, James is waiting with the car right outside, and they tumble into the backseat before they can get soaking wet. As they make their way back to Manhattan, they hear the steady rain dinging off the car rooftop.
Kurt doesn't want the day with Blaine to end just yet. As a matter of fact, he's hoping that today will end with Blaine in his bed and moving back into their townhouse on MacDougal Alley. He's thought about this a lot - well, ever since Blaine moved out - and he's more than ready for Blaine to return home.
"Do you have any plans for tonight?" Kurt innocently asks.
"Nope. I have no doubt that when I return to Uncle Hiram's, Rachel will rope me into playing the piano for an impromptu singing recital."
Kurt chuckles, "I can definitely see Rachel doing that. I've got a better idea. Yesterday, I bought a bunch of food from a new Italian deli. Why don't you come over for dinner?"
"I'd like that very much," Blaine replies.
Blaine's thigh presses against his, and Kurt's body tingles from the feeling of Blaine's warm presence.
When the car crosses over the Brooklyn Bridge, Blaine closes his eyes and clenches his fists.
"You don't like bridges?" Kurt asks.
"Not when they are suspension ones held up by cables. I don't like the feeling of nothing underneath me."
Kurt checks their shoulders. "Guess you wouldn't make a very good pilot, then."
Blaine bursts out laughing. "No, I'll leave the flying to you."
They hear thunder in the distance, and Kurt can tell that they are in for a major storm tonight. He's curious to learn what Blaine and Elliott talked about and decides this is as good a time as any to broach the subject. "While I was signing autographs, I noticed you talking with Elliott."
Blaine turns his body so that he's facing Kurt. "I promised you that I would take the time to get to know Elliott. I'm sure you aren't expecting me to say this, but I actually like him. I can see why you two are such good friends. It turns out that we have things in common, as well."
Kurt raises an eyebrow. "Now, you do surprise me."
"You might find that I'm full of surprises," Blaine retorts, then winks.
Kurt bites his lip. He isn't sure what Blaine means by that, but he certainly wants to find out. Blaine's smile is both smug and cheeky, and Kurt wants to kiss him so badly.
When they arrive at the townhouse in MacDougal Alley, Blaine taps James on the shoulder. "Thank you for driving me today. You can go home now. I'll be fine on my own."
Kurt's heart races. This might be a very promising evening indeed.
Blaine blushes and rationalizes the driver's dismissal. "It's Easter tomorrow, and James should be with his family tonight, not sitting in a dark alley on a cold rainy night. I can always catch a taxicab home later."
Kurt places a hand on Blaine's thigh. "You have always been a person who thinks of others and their comfort. It's one of the things I admire about you."
They rush from the car to the townhouse, but by the time Kurt opens the door they are drenched by the rain. He picks up the mail and sets it down on the credenza to be dealt with later.
Kurt's eyes rake over Blaine, who is looking so handsome in his new outfit. "Blaine, I wasn't able to tell you earlier how much I love that pink suit on you. You really have a sense for fashion and aren't afraid to wear unconventional colors. You intuitively know what works for you."
Blaine's cheeks pinken. "I've learned from the master."
"As much as I love the outfit, you're soaking wet. Why don't you go upstairs and change into something more comfortable while I get dinner ready?"
Kurt places focaccia bread in the oven and then takes out the various meats, cheeses and marinated vegetables out of the ice box and arranges them on a platter. It cost him a pretty penny, but he wanted to have food in the house to create an impromptu dinner. Once the bread is warmed, he slices it and places it into a basket.
When Kurt enters the living room, he discovers Blaine bent over the fire hearth, arranging newspaper and kindle, and he pauses for a moment to admire Blaine's firm buttocks. His cock twitches at the thought that Blaine might agree to spend the night, but he quickly locks that thought away. He can't put the cart before the horse. Before he can even think about having sex, there's still dinner to be had, and Kurt wants the chance to romance Blaine.
Once the fire is lit, Blaine stands up, and Kurt can't help but stare. Blaine is wearing his soft woolen sweater and night pants, which are rolled up to expose his ankles. Blaine has rinsed the pomade out of his hair, and damp ringlets frame his face.
"Err… I hope you don't mind that I borrowed some clothes. Most of mine are at the Berry's."
Kurt cocks his head to the side. "No, I don't mind. They look better on you." And you look like mine.
Kurt sets the tray down on the coffee table. "Thanks for lighting the fire. I thought we could have a picnic dinner here."
"That's an excellent idea," Blaine purrs. "You're still in your wet clothes. Why don't you change as well?"
Kurt rushes upstairs to the bedroom and takes a look around to make sure everything is tidy. Tears shimmer in his eyes when he notices that Blaine's pink suit is hanging in the wardrobe and his shirt and socks are in the hamper. If only this could be an everyday occurance once again. He shucks off his clothes and dresses in his night pants and an old long-sleeved Henley shirt. After a quick wash in the bathroom, he returns downstairs.
Blaine has a bottle of red wine in his hand and a corkscrew in the other. "I remembered that we didn't drink all the wine that Uncle Hiram gave to us on New Year's Eve. It would pair nicely with the Italian antipasti."
"Great idea. Why don't you open the bottle?"
While Kurt sets out a blanket and cushions in front of the fire and arranges the dinner, Blaine pours the wine and puts on a disc of Granville Bantock's Arabian Nights. Although the rain is beating against the windows and there is thunder and lightning, it's warm and cozy in front of the fireplace.
As they eat their meal, the conversation is casual and lighthearted. Blaine describes the new clothing line at Brooks Brothers, and Kurt shows Blaine the latest Vogue issue. Kurt tells amusing anecdotes of practice sessions for today's aerial performance, and Blaine's eyes gleam with admiration. Fingertips brush against an arm, toes wiggle against a leg, and Kurt enjoys their physical intimacy once again. There is nowhere he'd rather be than with Blaine in front of a fire on a rainy night.
The wine warms his belly, but Blaine warms his soul.
When Blaine takes another sip of wine, Kurt watches his lips move around the glass and his throat as he swallows. Blaine sets down the glass and looks at him through his eyelashes. He then lounges on the cushions and starts talking about what his family is doing the next day for Easter, shifting so that his shirt rides up to show a slither of soft skin. Blaine isn't really being fair, because judging by the twinkle in his eye, he knows exactly what he's doing and the effect it has on Kurt.
When the meal is finished, Kurt stacks the empty dishes on the tray and stands up. "I've got something special for dessert. Wait until you taste it."
Kurt takes the tray to the kitchen and decides to deal with it later. He opens the ice box and takes out the special pastry box, and arranges the offerings on a simple plate. When he returns to the living room, Blaine has placed additional logs in the hearth, and the fire is burning fiercely.
With a grin that attempts to feign innocence, Blaine fans himself. "Wow, I didn't realize it would get so hot."
Blaine takes off his sweater, and his torso is covered by a sleeveless undershirt. Kurt stares at Blaine's biceps, and it takes all his willpower not to squeeze, kiss, and lick them.
"What are those, Kurt?"
Kurt snaps out of his lust-filled haze. "Cannoli. I was told that they originated in Sicily, but they are pretty famous here in New York City, too. It's fried pastry dough, with a sweet, creamy filling containing ricotta cheese and bits of chocolate or pistachio nuts on the ends. Here, let me give you a taste."
Kurt picks up a tube-shaped cannoli and leans in toward Blaine, placing it near his mouth.
Blaine takes a bite of the cannoli and closes his eyes. "This is perfection. The perfect combination of crunchy and creamy." Once he's finished, he takes the cannoli and raises it toward Kurt. "Here, it's your turn."
Kurt closes his eyes and takes a bite. He instantly agrees with Blaine. It truly is magnificent.
Blaine's tongue darts out to scoop up some of the delicious filling, and Kurt's eyes flicker to his mouth. When Blaine finishes the cannoli, Kurt notices some cream filling on the corner of his mouth. He points his finger and says, "You've got some there."
Blaine's eyes twinkle as he replies in a low and seductive voice, "Why don't you lick it off me?"
Kurt's eyes widen when Blaine gets on all fours and slowly crawls over until his face is inches away. Kurt cups Blaine's face and his tongue slowly licks off the cream. Blaine gives him a gentle and languid kiss, and just like two puzzle pieces, their lips fit perfectly together. Blaine deepens the kiss, and sparks shoot throughout Kurt's body, and all his blood runs south. When Blaine pulls away, Kurt whines, longing for more. Blaine gently pushes him down so that he's lying on his back, and he crawls nearer so that he's hovering over Kurt. "Hi."
"Hello to you, too."
Blaine's eyes slowly travel down Kurt's body, and a smile dances on his lips. "I see I'm not the only one who has problems with stiffies."
Kurt looks down to see that his night pants are obscenely tented. "Can you blame me when you kiss me like that?"
Blaine licks his lips. "Let me take care of that for you."
Blaine lowers his body so that it covers Kurt's, and kisses him, gently massaging his bottom lip as if they have all the time in the world. He can smell Blaine's sandalwood shampoo and feel his soft curls. Kurt savors Blaine's flavor, but it soon becomes not enough. He might even self-combust if his cock doesn't get some attention soon. Blaine slowly undoes the buttons of Kurt's Henley shirt, and kisses and nibbles down his neck. Kurt's fingers card into Blaine's hair, and he enjoys the softness of his curly locks. When Blaine pays particular attention to the junction of his neck and shoulder, Kurt's eyes roll back.
"Oh, Blaine, that feels so good. I've had dreams about this since you moved out. I want you so badly. I need you."
Blaine smiles into his neck before he moves his mouth to Kurt's ear and whispers, "Tell me what I did to you in your dreams." He nibbles on Kurt's ear while waiting for an answer.
Kurt's body stiffens, and he closes his eyes. Blaine has always been the vocal one when they have sex, babbling everything from how he feels to what he wants. Kurt, however, is more reserved in the throes of passion. Sure, he has fantasies, but he uses actions to experiment rather than words.
"I didn't mean to put you on the spot," Blaine whispers. "I'll just improvise."
Kurt takes a deep breath. He can do this. If Blaine wants him to describe his fantasies, then he will bloody well do it. "I dream that I'm sleeping in bed, and you slip under the covers naked. I can feel your body heat around me, and you press your hard cock against me."
Kurt feels Blaine smiling against him while he thrusts his hips down, and Kurt can feel his erection, long and hard against his body. Blaine presses open-mouthed kisses along his neck, and he lifts his chin to expose more skin.
Kurt continues, through a haze of desire. "Your mouth is around my cock, and you take it as I thrust into you."
Blaine's fingers dance down Kurt's body until they sneak underneath his waistband, and he strokes Kurt's shaft ever so slowly. Blaine pulls down the trousers and briefs, and he tucks the waistband under Kurt's heavy balls to keep his cock exposed. Blaine flattens his tongue and traces the thick vein on the underside, and Kurt's toes curl.
"What do you want me to do now, sweetheart?" Blaine asks, then suckles the tip of Kurt's cock, waiting for an answer.
"I want your mouth on my cock, as much as you can take."
The sudden sensation of Blaine's hot, wet mouth around his cock leaves Kurt feeling dizzy. Without teasing any further, Blaine's mouth sinks over him, taking as much as he can.
Kurt cannot help but thrust his hips up, and Blaine lifts his arm to allow Kurt's cock to go further into his mouth. Blaine sucks and licks Kurt's cock like he's desperate for it. When Kurt thrusts too deeply, Blaine pulls off and coughs.
Blaine gently rolls Kurt's balls in his hand. "I'm a little out of practice."
"Your tongue… I want you to do that thing with your tongue that I love," Kurt suggests.
Blaine's tongue swirls around the tip of Kurt's cock, gently flicking on the foreskin. He hollows his cheeks and takes Kurt's length into his mouth once again, bobbing his head.
Kurt grabs fistfuls of Blaine's curls, directing his movements. It feels so fantastic that Kurt wants it to last forever, but it's been too long and he feels that tell-tale sign in his belly. "Oh my god, Blaine. I'm so close."
When Blaine hums around his cock, Kurt feels the vibrations, and a powerful orgasm tears through his body. Blaine swallows and gently sucks on his cock, milking out each shudder until Kurt is finished.
With half-hooded eyes, Kurt watches Blaine pull down his own night pants and straddle his thighs. Blaine takes his cock into his hand, using long powerful strokes. "Ggh, you are too sexy for your own good. I - I've missed messing around with you. So close… so…"
Kurt watches Blaine tilt his head back, exposing his throat, as ropes of hot cum shoot out over his chest. Blaine experiencing an orgasm is a sight to behold. When Blaine has finished, he collapses on the blanket next to Kurt, panting and trying to catch his breath.
Kurt grabs a napkin from the serving tray to clean Blaine, then focuses on wiping the cum off his own chest. When he's finished, he looks at Blaine, who is lying on his side, smiling while looking at the fire. Kurt lies down beside him. Kurt finds himself staring into Blaine's eyes. He reminds himself that Blaine made the first move tonight, which surely means that he wants to return home as much as he wants Blaine there. Kurt takes Blaine's hand and presses it against his heart.
Kurt wants to beg Blaine to return home for good, but he feels so vulnerable. His heart is so fragile that if Blaine says no, it would shatter into a million pieces. Instead, he asks, "Will you spend the night with me? Tomorrow is our date day, and it's raining cats and dogs outside. It doesn't make sense for you to go to the Berry's, only to return tomorrow."
Blaine smiles, clearly pleased with the question. "There is nowhere I'd rather be."
Author's notes
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.
GleefulDarrenCrissFan recently reminded that I used to share Klaine fics that I'm reading and enjoying in my author notes. I'd like to start that tradition again, and it makes sense to start with her fic. She recently wrote "Private Message", a story of Kurt as a fanfiction writer by night. She is currently posting the sequel, "Domestic Partners". Please check these stories out. You can find her under my favorite authors.
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Next up: The sleepover continues.