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The spent two weeks in Argentina. The first week was spent with Blaine's mother and father. They took shifts looking out for her. She continued to improve, and despite the left side of her body not working properly, she was doing her best to prove to all of them she could do everything she needed two with her right side. That included sketching. Every time Blaine and Kurt came to visit, they found her with a pen in hand. Her sketches were wobbly and nothing particularly profound, but to Blaine they were the most precious things in the world. Blaine and Kurt spent their evening singing while his mother would draw. She would draw according to their lyrics, what ever story came to mind. She liked Kurt, he was kind and brought the best out in Blaine. He also put him back in his place when he was out of line. This was particularly true when it came to his father.
Kurt had to remind Blaine not to hold onto grudges. When Blaine was in the bathroom, his mother explained her perspective of Blaine's relationship.
"He still hasn't forgiven his father for cheating on me."
"I'm sorry he did that to you." Kurt offered, unsure what to say. Then it all began to make sense. Perhaps this was why Blaine beat himself up so much about what happened between him and Sam. He didn't want to be like his father.
"No need to be sorry." Pam smiled. "We all think there are greener pastures somewhere in the distance. He just tried finding them. In life sometimes we get lost. We lose ourselves and we think that we can find a better version of ourselves by letting everything we have go. That's not how it works. You have to keep the good people close to you Kurt." She advised. "Don't burn bridges when you can lock the gates instead."
"But didn't he hurt you? How can you be so calm about it all?"
"Oh, it's taken me years, Kurt." Pam chuckled. "But you get there eventually. It helps when you see your son living his best life, when you travel and see the world too. It also helps when your ex husband never kept that younger blonder woman and thought opening a nightclub would keep him young. Oh, even at this age, he can still be so naive." Pam's face smiled on one side. "But he is kind to fly over here for me and to fly you and Blaine over here too. I think Alan finally coming to his senses now. He offered me to stay with him once I am well enough to fly home. I am a bit of a nomad, you see. Perhaps however, it's time I do settle down again."
Alan Anderson spent more and more time alongside Pam and often made suggestions for places for Kurt and Blaine to see. After Kurt's conversation with Pam, Kurt got the hint. Blaine remained oblivious. So, for their second week in Argentina, they had time to explore the country. On one of the bus rides back into Buenos Aires Kurt broached the subject of Blaine's father.
"I think there might be something going on between your parents again."
"What! No, that's insane, Kurt." Blaine replied incredulously.
"I'm serious. Have you seen the two of them together when they think no one is watching? They are like two little love birds." Kurt's face was animated with the hope of rekindled love.
"That's impossible. My Dad cheated on her. There's no way she would ever take him back."
"How long ago was that?"
"I was fourteen."
"A lot of time has passed since then."
"My mother has more respect for herself than to go back to him."
"Blaine. You of all people should know what it's like to not want to be judged by one stupid mistake. Hmm?"
"Your talking about the Sam incident in high school, aren't you?" Blaine mumbled and folded his arms, knowing Kurt had a point. Kurt didn't need to reply to get his point across.
When they returned to the hospital Alan Anderson was there.
"Boys, perfect, I'm glad you are here. Blaine, I need to talk to you."
Blaine did not look too enthusiastic about those words. Kurt gave him a look which told him he needed to behave himself.
"Yes, Dad?"
"Blaine, I know Pam is still in hospital, but she is stable, and she is being discharged very soon. She has asked me to go back to Ohio to pick up a few of her things to help her move."
"Move? Move where?"
"To New York. I've asked her to move in with me."
"What!"
"Blaine, your mother needs someone to help her around." Before Blaine could get too overprotective, he remembered what Kurt had said. He had to give his father a second chance.
"Alright." He sighed. His father embraced him in a hug.
"Thankyou, Blaine. Now, you and Kurt are heading back home before I do. I know it's a lot to ask, but could you please take care of the club for me. We've got that Wonderland night coming up and I'm not going to be back in time. Please Blaine. Everything you need to know is on a flow chart in my office, and I've got my to-do list down to a tee. Danni knows what she is doing, you will be fine."
"Of course, Dad." Blaine saw the desperation in his father's expression. He really did want to stay beside his ex-wife. Blaine, for the first time, in a very long time, saw Alan Anderson, the man that was his Dad, not the man that left him and his mum.
It was strange to be back in New York. Kurt had missed two weeks of classes and so he spent his time cramming to make up for it. Blaine was feeling overwhelmed with his father's work and his studies. Kurt helped when he could but they both had full schedules and neither got much sleep. To top it all off, the jetlag wasn't helping. Kurt was about to fall asleep at his desk when Blaine texted him.
B: I think we are well overdue for a study sesh.
K: what about a nap sesh? And when I say nap, I really do mean nap. I'm exhausted.
B: So am I. The burlesque performers next week want to know what sort of lighting equipment our stage has. I don't know anything about lighting!
K: I know someone that can help with that. He knows a fair bit about stage set up.
B: Awesome, could you give me his number? I'm staring at a bunch of lights, chords and electronics and I am completely lost.
K: Umm, you sort of already have his number
B: ?
K: So, I kind of forgot to tell you that Mr E is kind of one of my good friends.
B: What? Really?
K: Yep. Kind of a shock to me too
B: Who would have thought Mr E was a man of so many talents. I'll give him a call. Come over tomorrow. I miss you.
K: I miss you too. Of course, I'll come over, but you better make it worth my while
Oh, and Blaine did make it worth Kurt's while. When the door of Blaine's apartment opened Kurt was greeted by Blaine Anderson dressed only in a black bowtie and a pair of matching briefs. Those briefs clung to him like a second skin, flaunting his teasing bulge. Kurt wasn't sure which way to look or how to move his feet anymore. So, this left him with the only option available to him which was standing in the middle of the hall way, open mouthed with an obvious erection growing behind his jeans. Blaine saw Kurt's arousal and grinned. This was going to be a good night.
"Good evening, M'lady." Blaine stepped to the side to allow Kurt to enter. The apartment was lit with candles. Upon the kitchen was a bottle of red wine and two glasses.
"Blaine, this is beautiful." Kurt was swept away by the musky scent, dusted with roses and lavender. His shoulders softened, releasing the stress from the week as he breathed in the scent.
"I'm glad you like it." Blaine pressed his bare chest against Kurt's back. His firm hands wrapped around the small of Kurt's waist. "Let's take things slow tonight, shall we?" Blaine could have suggested anything, and Kurt would have agreed. His body could barely hold itself up. Blaine's hand's teased, running up under his shirt, then over his pants, down his thighs.
"I would like that." Kurt snuck his hand behind him and reached for Blaine's heavy sack. Blaine pulled away.
"Blaine, you tease."
"Could I interest you in a glass of wine?" Blaine poured two glasses before Kurt had time to reply. He made sure he angled his ass for Kurt to have a perfect view. His cheeks were perfectly round with muscle. Kurt wanted to sink his teeth into them then and there. Instead, he took his glass of wine and sipped it.
"Did you sort out those speakers?" Kurt asked as he took a sip. "Oh, wow, this is good." The wine was peppery with a deep aftertaste.
"I did. Elliot is a good guy."
"He helped me a lot when I first moved here. It's hard finding friends."
"You seemed to have done well." Blaine closed the gap between them and ran a teasing finger up and down Kurt's flank. He watched Kurt shudder and loved it. Blaine brushed his fingers across Kurt's cheeks. They flushed red, even after all this time, he could still make the boy blush. He loved that too. He loved how he could make Kurt's body do such involuntary things like how he could make his pupils dilate. Blaine bite his own lip and Kurt choked on a mouthful of wine.
"Gah!" Kurt coughed, thumping his own chest. "That was your fault."
"My fault that you can't swallow?" Blaine laughed, wiping a dab of red wine from the corner of Kurt's lip.
"Oh, you know I can swallow." Kurt scowled with a grin making Blaine laugh. He leant in for a chaste kiss. Blaine ran his tongue across Kurt's lower lip, taste the wine on his breath.
"Hmm, why does the wine taste better from you than it does from my glass?" Blaine's fingers pinched Kurt's chin gently. Kurt's heart raced, wanting to pounce on Blaine then and there. But he wanted to savour this night. They both needed this time together to unwind.
"Then don't use your glass." Kurt sung and took a small sip from his glass and offered his half-opened lips for Blaine to take. The wine wallowed in Kurt's throat and shimmered in the darkness. Blaine sealed his mouth to Kurt's and sucked the wine from him as if it was water in a desert. His tongue lapped and Blaine groaned at the taste coming from his loved one.
"More." Blaine begged as if the glass of wine beside him didn't exist. This was the only way he was ever drinking wine again. Kurt placed a little more in his mouth this time and Blaine lapped with thirst, little sips sent wine down the corner of Kurt's lips. Blaine licked them clean before they could get away. The third time Kurt filled his mouth he swallowed before Blaine could finish leaving his mouth empty. Blaine's body paused in confusion. This was more than enough time for Kurt to clasp the back of his head with one hand and Blaine's balls in the other. Blaine gasped and moaned into Kurt's wine stained lips.
"I want to drink wine from every inch of your body." Blaine begged and latched his lips to Kurt's neck. The tug of pressure over his veins was ecstasy.
"And leave no wine for me?"
"I also have whisky, as I recall you do order quite a few whiskies." The idea of tasting Blaine alongside a fiery burn and smoky lingering sensation of whisky made Kurt's mouth water. The wine, it seemed, was only a starter course.
"I want you to do a lot of things to me tonight, Kurt." Blaine grazed his lips across Kurt's collar bone and back. "And I want to do a lot of things to you too."
"Like what?" Kurt was breathless with the buzz of arousal running down his spine.
"I want you to call me Daddy."
"Yes Daddy." Kurt groaned. Blaine's request somehow travelled from his ears directly down to his cock. Blaine pulled away, grinning. He poured them both another glass, finishing the bottle and lead Kurt to the living room. There grey shagpile rug was clear of the coffee table with ample space for them to lie down. Blaine's apartment was on one of the higher stories of the complex and the living room looked out through double doors over the city. Blaine had pulled the windows open for them to see the city lights.
Kurt admired the view. It was far better than his own apartment. Blaine lingered behind him, his hand on Kurt's waist.
"Do you like it?"
"I'm surprised I never noticed all of it before."
"Probably because I kept the curtain's closed. Should I close them?"
"No. Keep them open. I want everyone to see what I'm going to do to you."
"I was hoping you would say that." Blaine left Kurt's side for a moment and returned with the whisky he promised.
"Undress me, Daddy." Kurt begged. Blaine obliged, slowly undoing each button with purpose. The anticipation built up in Kurt with each gentle brush of Blaine's fingertips against his skin. Soon Kurt was shirtless, and his pants were down by his ankles. Blaine kept those purple briefs on him, he needed to leave something on to take off later.
The feeling of fabric against skin was something Kurt seemed to like. It was a little kink of Kurt's that he hadn't even realised he had just yet. But Blaine had noticed, he noticed how sometimes Kurt would roll the bed sheets up against his thighs, how he would ask Blaine to play with him through his underwear. This was why he had chosen the shagpile rug. It was another fabric and another sensation. There were cashmere pillows too that were sitting on the couch, a fur throw, and a silk length of rope should the need to tie Kurt up should the need arise.
"Lie down for me Kurt." Blaine lowered Kurt onto the shagpile rug. Kurt dipped two fingers into his wine glass. He drew a streak of red down his sternum. Blaine licked it up gleefully. Kurt's chest was hairless as always and his skin somehow soft and hard at the same time. Blaine hovered above him, waiting for the next line of alcohol to be consumed. This one Kurt dabbed down his neck and Blaine sucked all too eagerly, leaving a bruise the same colour to the wine stain.
"More." Blaine begged. Kurt sat up a little and poured a trickle of wine down his chest. Blaine was waiting at the crunch of his abs to collect. The cool liquid sent shivers down Kurt's front, and the warmth of Blaine's breath sent heat further down.
"How attached are you to these briefs, Kurt?" Blaine licked and nipped Kurt's heavy bulge through the clingy fabric.
"I know how to get red wine stains out." Kurt replied tipping the last of the wine glass over his own underwear. Blaine's mouth instantly began to suck the soaking fabric. Kurt grabbed the other glass and poured more, his head spinning with the changes in temperature all over his hips. Blaine's head nuzzled like a lion digging into its prey. He hitched and lifted Kurt's legs, he returned his mouth back to his cock and licked and sucked through the drenched fabric. Kurt's body rubbed against the rug he was lying upon. His fists balled up into the soft wool.
"Daddy, please, undress me." Kurt begged when his cock began to ache for freedom. Blaine obliged and nipped the elastic from Kurt's hips and tugged down. Kurt lifted his ass and suddenly he was free, completely naked on Blaine's rug. Kurt rolled his hips and shoulders against the plush fabric beneath him. Blaine padded a pillow and rested it under Kurt's head. Kurt, with his eyes closed, nuzzled his cheek against it.
"Kurt, May I blindfold you?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"No peaking?"
"I can't promise that." Kurt grinned. Blaine reached for the length of silk he had been hiding on the couch and wrapped it around Kurt's eyes. He hovered above his lover afterwards, only little their lips touch.
"I notice how you pay such attention to fabrics, Kurt. So, I want you to experience the pleasures of touch." As Blaine spoke, he trailed a finger down Kurt's arms and moved them to above Kurt's head. Kurt instinctively crossed his wrists over one another as if they were tied. Blaine smirked at this, perhaps Kurt was not as much of a Dom as he thought he was.
"Open your mouth, my dear." Blaine opened the whisky bottle and poured an ample a mouth into Kurt's lips. He lapped into it like a kitten and left the rest for Kurt to swallow. Next, he bundled up the fur throw rug and ran the corner of it down Kurt's flank. Blaine watched Kurt's body arch upwards.
"So soft." Kurt muttered as the fur traced his hips. Blaine disappeared for a moment then returned with a bowl in his hands.
"You are a little sticky." He explained. Much to Kurt's surprise an ice-cold cube dropped along the V of his hipbone. The ice moved and melted, tracing around his cock, followed by the warm lap of Blaine's tongue. Kurt's body stung and sizzled with the contrast between ice and warm breath as Blaine used the melting water to remove the stickiness left by the wine. He licked between Kurt's thighs, up along his hips and circled through the shallow fuzz at the base of Kurt's cock. He glazed the ice over Kurt's balls, making Kurt gasp "Daddy!" Blaine quickly relieved the shock by sucking them between his lips one at a time.
Teasingly, he left his cock untouched, he had plans for that later. He lifted Kurt's thighs up and apart exposing Kurt's hole. Kurt was tensing, expecting another cube of ice, instead Blaine produced a tiny feather duster. Kurt had been so preoccupied with the view he had not noticed the small collection of toys laying upon Blaine's couch.
The gentle strokes sent electricity up Kurt's thighs, making them quiver. Blaine followed each trail with gentle kisses. Kurt's cock twitched, making Blaine's thicken in response. He wasn't sure how much longer he could continue the tease. Kurt's hole was there for him to take, pink and puckered. Blaine flicked that feather back and forth.
"Daddy, please, please, fuck, more."
"Patience, my sweetling." Blaine cooed and traced Kurt's hole with his finger. But it was all just a tease. He grabbed the second silk tie and wrapped it around Kurt's begging cock. The pressure instantly brought out Kurt's veins and made his purple head bulge a little more. Fuck it was gorgeous. Blaine took a moment to stare before his tongue couldn't help itself. He traced up each and every one of those vessels.
"Kurt."
"Yes." Kurt's response was barely more than a moan.
"Take your blindfold off. I want you to watch this so you can learn and do it to be next time." Kurt did as he was told and say up to find Blaine kneeling between his legs. His cock bulging and pulsating. He watched as Blaine delicately entwined the rest of the rope around his shaft and between his balls. Watching the man work such intricate knots gave Kurt the urge to slip them into his mouth and suck hard. When Blaine had finished with the final knot, that is exactly what Kurt did. He sucked two fingers, diving them down across this tongue and grazing them over his teeth. His cock aching with the added pressure.
"Does it feel good?" Blaine checked, not that he needed to, Kurt was basically mouth fucking his fingers.
"So good I want to burst." The tips of their cocks brushed against one another, slippery with anticipation. Each touch sent electricity up their shafts.
"I want to ride you so bad." Blaine's body was begging for it. Seeing Kurt's cock, the way it was, it was impossible, bound and hard was the breaking point. There would be no more teasing.
Kurt sensed the urgency and pulled Blaine's underwear free. All he was wearing was his bowtie. Kurt nipped it and reached to fingers to pull him forward towards the window.
"I want everyone to see ho fucking gorgeous you are when you come." Kurt growled deep and low. Blaine could have come just from those words. With their heads buzzing from the wine and whisky Kurt made quick work of stretching Blaine. He sat upright with Blaine nestled facing him on his lap. His hips positioned high so Kurt could lube up and slip one finger into him. the warmth was intoxicating. Blaine threw his head back and Kurt slipped a second and thrusted his fingers high up against his prostate. Kurt watched, mesmerised how his fingers could thicken Blaine's cock and send precum dripping from his head. He thrusted faster. Blaine screamed, gripping his shoulders tight. Kurt didn't stop. Blaine whimpered more. Kurt's fingers were relentless, diving deep and cupping Blaine's most sensitive areas. Blaine was moving now, his body thrusting up and down rapidly and with force. He was on the edge, the verge, Kurt could tell. His eyes were crushed shut and that wide mouth open and releasing incredible sounds.
"I can't have you come with my hands, Daddy. I have my cock here, and I know you want to ride it." Blaine was beyond words, he panted, nodded and aligned himself up into Kurt's bound cock.
"Fuck!" Kurt's swollen head stretched him out with a delightful sting, and that swollen head pressed up hard against his prostate. Blaine's was holding back an orgasm. He settled upon Kurt's cock and held himself still for a moment. Kurt took the time to lick and suck Blaine's nipples as he brought himself back down to threshold.
"You're teasing yourself, my love." Kurt cooed, knowing Blaine was relishing in the sensation of Kurt's head pressed up inside of him. Kurt's teeth were clenched, he too, was ready for more. Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's before he lifted his hips and brought them back down in full force onto Kurt.
"Daddy, yes!" Kurt screamed. He knew Blaine liked those forceful, full length thrusts, but he never realised how intense it could feel when his cock and balls were tied. The movement of Blaine on top of him tugged at the rope around his balls. Blaine lifted himself up again and again. Kurt guided him with a had either side of his hips.
Kurt watched Blaine's expressions, every single gasp and cry, the way his eyebrows knotted and released. Blaine's ass was tightening around Kurt, that prostate pulsed and bulged and Kurt's head swelled in response. Kurt could feel everything build up inside of him. He wanted to scream out Daddy, or at least Blaine's name, but instead all he could cry was a high-pitched scream. Blaine flung his eyes open at the sound, feeling Kurt release himself inside of him. the flush of cum was another layer of pressure against his prostate. Kurt's ecstatic release sent him over the edge with the most intense orgasm he had experienced. He couldn't breathe, his body felt like it had been struck with white light. His entire body clenched and exploded at the same time. His cum drenched Kurt's chest who, in the next second, would have fallen backwards had Blaine not been holding him.
"Fuck, we should have made a video of that." Kurt panted. "I would play it over and over again to see your face as you come. It gets me every time."
Blaine still couldn't talk, he was still panting into the crook of Kurt's neck. But Kurt could feel him nodding. He wondered if Blaine had a camera anywhere.
