A/N - You know how when you lead up to something and it finally happens...and you're not happy or satisfied with it? Yeah...well, that's me, wondering, hoping this is ok. J - thanks for proofing...I hope I've made the changes you suggested?
On another note, I'm not sure if I'll get another chapter up before Friday, but I'm asking for your well wishes and thoughts as I embark on a road trip with some pretty awesome girls...to Maryland...to see a certain Mr. Criss in his last show of the tour. California to Maryland and back. May our guardian angels be on alert!
Thank you, really, to all of you for reading this story. I'm kind of still overwhelmed at the response, and I'm SO freaking glad that it's been well received. I'm looking for some feedback, though. I'm hearing from the same individuals nearly every chapter, which I love, but I wonder what the rest of you are thinking? Share your thoughts with me? Seeking anything that can make me a better writer :)
Hugs, and have a great weekend! K
CHAPTER 42
Jeff woke to find the note from Nick sitting on the coffee table in front of him. Pack and be ready to leave. Did he want to do that? Would it look like he was running away from everything? Would that make him actually look guilty? He wasn't sure what to think or what to do. He felt like a weight was on his chest and his eyes stung and felt gritty from having cried for too long. How the hell had he gotten to this point? A few short months ago things were totally different and he was happy, content, no issues in his life. But he didn't have Nick either. Would their whole life together be this way? Would it be a string of shitty things happening and having to look over their shoulders for Nick's dad every minute? How long could their relationship stay strong with someone constantly placing huge obstacles in their way? How would it effect Nick and his family? Was Jeff prepared to be the reason there was major unease with Nick's siblings and parents? Maybe he should just cut his losses and walk away now before he got in deeper, when losing Nick would hurt more than he could bear?
That thought snapped him to attention quickly. Was that the answer? Did he love Nick enough to let him go rather than let him get pulled down into the mire that was his dad's seemingly overwhelming hatred of Jeff? Could he? This was, after all, Nick's life, his family, his job. And if Jeff walked away now, he had no reason to think the allegations wouldn't disappear as long as he kept his distance. Maybe it would be for the best? Settling back on the sofa, he considered all the options again in his head.
Kurt sat at the breakfast table eating blueberry pancakes with Blaine, Burt and Carole, trying desperately not to make a sound or change his facial expression. He was going to choke Blaine, of that he was certain. He was clearly torturing Kurt with the food, knowing how he'd reacted before, and Kurt was having a really hard time not moaning out loud while they ate. He was pretty sure that would be the straw that broke Burt's back, though, so he gave it his best effort.
Suddenly there was something touching his foot, then his ankle, and then his calf…stroking up and down his leg, softly, slowly. He cast a quick glance up at Blaine, who sat there smirking at his plate, refusing to look up at Kurt or anyone else. Then he picked up his fork, dipped the tines in syrup on his plate and proceeded to make sure Burt and Carole weren't looking before running the fork over his tongue like it was the nectar of the gods, eyes fluttering shut, nostrils flaring. Then he winked at Kurt. He winked.
Blaine eyed him from across the table with his little shit-eating-grin, his still damp curls falling over his forehead playfully, and Kurt itched to play with them…run his fingers through them and maybe give a little tug here and there when Blaine's mouth was on him, maybe on his chest or…..
Suddenly everyone was glancing his way and he wasn't sure why. Had he said something? Made a noise? Had someone said something to him and he didn't answer?
"You ok, Kurt?" Blaine asked. "Your cheeks are all pink and you look a little flushed." He grinned.
"I'm….yeah, I'm good. Everything's good." Kurt answered, a bit jittery now. The vision of his fingers in Blaine's curls and Blaine's mouth on him would not go away, and he just took another bite of pancakes and…..oh my god, there it was.
Carole was biting her lip trying not to grin as Kurt let out the whimpering little moan after taking that last bite of blueberry heaven. His eyes fell shut and he just wanted to….to…..to what? Well, getting up from the table right now was absolutely NOT an option. Deep breath, Kurt. You can do this.
"Kurt, would you mind grabbing the coffee pot ? Carole and I need to be topped off…." Blaine said, teasingly. "The pot is right behind you if you…"
"No!" Kurt blurted out. " I mean…I'm….yeah. I can…do that. Ok." He said, twisting and attempting to reach as far as possible without actually moving his lower half out from under the table. He nearly upended his chair in the process, but finally reached the coffee pot. Burt was giving him a strange look and Carole was starting to wonder what was going on as well. Kurt had a feeling, because of her inability to look up from her plate with that silly grin, that she knew something was up….and something was, absolutely, up. Damn Blaine and his freaking blueberry orgasm on a plate! Damn his toes that were feeling Kurt's leg up like a horny teenager. He felt a shiver run down his spine and tried very hard not to look uncomfortable. His heart was absolutely pounding and he was merely sitting on a chair eating. He felt all fidgety and weird inside. What the hell was this about?
"…..invited Carole and I over for some shopping this morning. You can thank her for letting us in last night. Glad you gave Rachel a key or we'd have been standing out in the hall until you decided to come home in the middle of the night." Burt said, giving Kurt a raised eyebrow, then glancing at Blaine, who looked sheepishly down at his almost empty plate with a grin.
"I'll help with the dishes before we go, Kurt…." Carole began, but Kurt just wanted them out. Now.
"No, really, you guys just go hang out with Finn and Rachel and I'll take care of it. You're a guest, go ahead and take it easy!" he said, almost too excitedly.
"But, I don't want to just leave you with…" she began again.
"Nope, go. Blaine will help me with the mess, won't you Blaine?" Kurt asked, giving Blaine a pointed look.
"Yeah, absolutely. Tell Finn I said hello, and Rachel as well, if you will." Blaine said casually.
"Blaine, honey, I have to tell you…these are the absolute BEST blueberry pancakes I've ever had, and my grammy used to make them for us every weekend. She'd flip in her grave for this recipe. Will you share it with me?" Carole asked sweetly.
"Oh God, no…." Kurt mumbled out, and Blaine snickered.
"I'd be happy to, Mrs. Hummel. In fact, it's actually MY grandmother's recipe. She'd be thrilled that you like them." Blaine smiled.
"Dinner out tonight, Kurt, on me, so find somewhere you guys want to go." Burt said, not giving them an option.
Kurt glanced at Blaine, then back at Burt, questioning.
"Oh, you don't need to….please don't feel like you have to include me, Mr. Hummel, I'm fine just…"
"Unless you have other plans or you have to work, we'd like for you to go with us, Blaine!" Carole said with a huge grin. "It's not often we meet someone Kurt is so obviously fond of." She smiled.
"Um…ok….I can…yeah. Thank you, that sounds nice. I'll grab a cab with Finn and head to work afterwards if he doesn't mind. Looking forward to it." Blaine said with odd enthusiasm. Kurt wasn't sure what to think of it, but then he saw Burt watching Blaine….and Blaine had noticed as well.
"OK! Well, have a good time today shopping with Rachel. Dad, are you going shopping or do you and Finn have plans?" Kurt asked.
Burt gave him the "are you kidding me" look and shook his head. "I think Finn and I are going to catch a baseball game. You boys are welcome to come along?"
"I can't…things to do…patterns to draw up, and all that stuff." Kurt rushed out. Burt wasn't surprised. Clearly baseball was an activity pretty low on Kurt's list of fun things to do.
"Ok, well, I guess we'll be off then." Burt said, never taking his eyes off of Kurt. Kurt was casting furtive glances around the table now, hoping that he wouldn't have to stand up and escort them out the door.
"K…have a good time!" Kurt called, giving them a broad smile, and shoveling another bite of pancakes in his mouth. Oh God….wrong idea. Jesus, these were like a punch to the gut, so good, just….everywhere. And there was Blaine…beautiful, charming, adorable Blaine, sitting at his kitchen table eating and grinning and knowing exactly what the problem was. Revenge would be sweet.
11:27p from Nick: Jeff, your phone's going right to voicemail. Pick up?
11:49p from Nick: Babe, it says "no longer in service", what gives? Are you even seeing this?
"Ms. Caroline, I need to get going. I need to get in touch with Jeff and he's not answering…and now his phone says it's not in service. I'm going to head back to his place and wait for him. Thank you….thank you for not killing me in the kitchen, here, and hiding my body." He said, trying to keep the mood light.
"Nick, you know, and I know, that this isn't your doing. I know you'll try to fix things and I know that Jeff loves you, so there's not much more for me to consider. Go find him, ask him to call me so I can tell him I love him, and I'll talk to you both later on." She said, hugging Nick tightly.
"Gram, it was a joy to meet you." Nick smiled, reaching out his hand to shake hers.
"One handed hug ain't gonna get ya nowhere 'round here, boy!" she griped, grabbing him in a bear hug and nearly lifting him off his feet. For a little old lady, this one was tough….and strong! He grinned at her. "And thanks for the blooms, handsome. Oh….and tell Jeff I said that I said there's a new and improved Short Stuff in town!" she cackled. Nick wasn't sure what to make of that and just waved before leaving.
It was still early, and he had only slept for about an hour, so Jeff assumed Nick would be gone for a bit. He called a cab and went back for his car and then ran through the ATM for some cash. If they were going to Chicago and then probably New York, he'd need some money and he just gave all of his cash to the cab driver. Punching in his code, he waited for the next prompt, but got an error message instead. Frustrated, he tried again, this time the message read "funds unavailable, see teller inside". His card wasn't returned from the machine either. What the hell?
Huffing and irritated, Jeff parked his car and went inside. The teller at the counter greeting him with a big smile as always, and he greeted her by name, having known her since high school.
"Hi Amber…look, I went through the ATM and it took my card and told me I needed to come in and speak with someone. Not sure what's going on, but…."
"Ok, don't panic!" she said with a grin. "Let's see what's up…." Typing away on her computer she got a confused look on her face, switched screens and then gave a little concerned look at Jeff. "Ok, well, it looks like you have plenty of money here, but it's been frozen. Are you….I've only seen this when there is a court ordered freeze. Are you doing through some legal things, Jeff?" she said quietly, concerned.
"No, not at all, I'm as confused as you are. I mean, I just got money out a couple of days ago and I don't know why…" and the light bulb went off. He had to fight off the urge to growl at the marble counter. Taking a deep breath, he gave her a small smile. "Amber, can you trace back to who put the freeze on it or why?"
"No, Jeff, I'm sorry. I don't have the authority to do that, but if you want to talk to the manager…" she began.
"No, it's fine. I think I know what's going on. I'll take care of it. Thanks Amber."
"No problem, Jeff. I hope you get it straightened out." She said brightly, watching him walk away.
By the time he got to his car he was fuming. Absolutely, totally and completely fuming mad and unable to see straight. Who the hell did this man think he was, and why in God's name did he despise Jeff so much? He'd never done a single thing to bring on this wrath, and now his life was being turned completely upside down by a man he'd never even met for having done nothing but love his son.
Picking up his phone to call Nick, he found he had no service. "Well, there's a surprise" he thought out loud, and headed home. On the way there he was pulled over. Approaching his window immediately, before he'd ever had the opportunity to call in Jeff's tags, the officer greeted Jeff with an overly large, shitty grin and said 'good morning Mr. Sterling. Having a bad day?" The cop was a total cocky jackass and gave him a ticket for speeding through a school zone, which he hadn't, but it was his word against the cop's word, so he took the ticket and went on his way, trying not to completely break down before he reached home.
Seeing Nick's car in the parking lot, he felt a little better and headed to the door. Before he even reached for the knob, the door was flung open and Nick grabbed him, hauling him in, and hugging him as if his life depended on it.
"You came back!" Nick breathed into Jeff's neck.
"I live here, of course I came back, goofy!" Jeff laughed.
"I love you, Jeff, so much. I love your mom, I love Gram, and I'm begging you….pleading with you…don't let him win. Don't run away from me because of him. It would kill me." He said, choking on the last phrase. "Just….please….don't run."
"Hey, hey, whoa…..what's this about?" Jeff asked, squeezing back just as much. "I'm not….Nicky, I'm not going anywhere, it's ok. But you don't have to worry about me leaving, I'll be dead, because I can't….really…breathe…right now…." He said, laughing.
"Oh…OH! Sorry." Nick said, grinning, and pulling away a bit. He stared at Jeff and took his hand, pulling him into the apartment and closing the door. "You were gone when I got here, and you didn't answer your phone and then it said no longer in service and I thought….I thought you'd had second thoughts about it and bolted." He said, sadly.
Jeff looked away guiltily, and Nick caught it right away.
"No….Jeff, no, you can't. Please….just…let me talk to him. Let me work this out!" Nick said, suddenly afraid of the look on Jeff's face. He began to panic.
"He's laying it on heavy." Jeff said quietly. "My cell has been turned off apparently and my bank account has been frozen. I've probably lost my job, and my mom and Gram are being watched because there are people out there just waiting for an order to do something to them. I got pulled over by a cop that knew my name before ever taking my information and he asked me if I was 'having a bad day today'. I'm pretty much shitting bricks here, Nicky. Tell me what to do, because I'm at a loss. I can't get to my bank account, I can't pay my bills, I'll lose my apartment, my car….I think I'm really starting to freak out here." He said with a shaky voice. "I'm scared, Nick."
Nick took a deep breath, knowing this wasn't going to go over well, but it had to be done. No better time than the present.
"Give me your wallet." He said to Jeff, who just gave him an "uh..ok?" look.
"Yeah, well, you can have it, not that it's worth much anymore. I'm not even going to try my credit card. I'm sure it's been cancelled or something. No point in frustrating myself even further." Jeff said, handing his wallet to Nick. Nick opened it, fiddled around with things in the back that Jeff rarely used…his library card, insurance card and then the platinum card that….wait, what?
"Please don't be angry with me….I just….I thought there might come a time when it would be necessary….I didn't think THIS would happen, but…with my dad, you never know…so…." Nick began.
"That's not mine…" Jeff said, examining the card that Nick pulled out.
"Odd, it has your name on it….Jeffrey S. Sterling?" Nick said, grinning.
"Nick? What did you do?" he asked, shaking his head. "I'm not using your card."
"It's not mine, it's yours. It has YOUR name on it, and it links to my account, so I'm asking you….begging you…to do what you need to do with it. Anything you want. Pay the bills before we leave, go shopping in New York or Chicago, buy a car or a house or just…..please let me, Jeff. You can't possibly know how badly I feel about all this, and this would really help me sleep at night, baby." He said softly, sliding his arms around Jeff again.
"I'm not comfortable with this, Nick…it's your money and…"
"…and I want you to have it. If you want, I'll get you your own account and just put money in there but, Jeff, please. Help a guy out, I'm dyin' here!" he said, acting over dramatic and making Jeff laugh.
"Just to pay a bill or two and until we get this straightened out and I can get to my own funds, ok? Then I'm going to pay you back. And I appreciate it, more than I can tell you, believe me." Jeff said, smiling, and leaning in to kiss Nick.
"More than you can tell me, huh?" Nick asked, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "Then how about you show me just how much you appreciate me?" he said, rolling his hips into Jeff's and pressing them both into the wall in the entry. He snaked his fingers down between them, grabbing at Jeff's zipper and finding everything he wanted under it. Half hard already, Jeff let his head fall back to the wall and let out a wanton grunt, thrusting his hips into Nick's hand.
"Shit, Nicky….I'm trying to be angry here…not at you but…oh..ohhhhhh…yes….there….at your dad and you're…..oh God…..I'm… just….." he babbled out incoherently. His eyelids were heavy and the sexy little grin on his face was Nick's undoing.
"Think we should move out of the entry way?" Nick asked, kissing at Jeff's neck, behind his ear, then down to his collarbone.
"Yeah, maybe….mmmmm….no….not moving…."
"C'mon, loverboy, let's take this somewhere more comfortable. We don't have much time before we have to leave." Nick said seductively, moving the two of them toward the bedroom, but never removing his mouth from Jeff's skin. It was like a dance, the two of them connected and moving as one toward the hallway that led to the bedroom. Nick had one hand in Jeff's hair at the base of his neck and the other still working its way around the zipper in Jeff's jeans, making him gasp and moan out little silly sounds.
"Please…..Nicky….please….." Jeff groaned, only having gotten as far as the hallway outside his bedroom at this point. His back met the wall next to the linen closet and Nick's mouth disappeared. "Wha-? No!" Jeff whined. "OH….oh…ok…yeah…..absolutely yeah…..please…." he mumbled out while Nick tugged his jeans down over his hips and took him in his mouth with greedy lips. Eyes still heavily lidded, Jeff caught their reflection in the full length mirror on the bathroom door at the end of the hallway. He was instantly harder and his hips jerked when he realized he could see it all…he could see all of Nick on his knees between Jeff's legs, his tanned hands on Jeff's pale hips, sinking down on Jeff repeatedly. It was like a kick in the chest and he was on fire from the inside out. Looking up at Jeff, Nick's eyes then shot to the mirror and caught Jeff's wrecked appearance and he grinned, his mouth still snuggly over Jeff's cock, working it for all he was worth until his jaw started to ache.
"Nicky….can't….anymore…gonna come, babe…..please…..oh God, please….. Ughhh!" Jeff grunted, tugging on Nick's hair, feeling his whole body tense as his release shot out of him. Nick took it all, swallowing Jeff down and making him moan wantonly again. He kept his eyes on Jeff's the whole time, making sure he took every last drop Jeff offered. He heard Jeff breathe out a huge sigh and his knees started to buckle. He pulled off, licking his lips and watched Jeff's head lean back against the wall again. "Damn you're so fucking good at that, baby…." He panted out, still leaning on the wall. "It's embarrassing how fast you make me come…..Jesus, Nicky…"
"Honey! I'm home! What are you doing here, anyway, shouldn't you be at…oh shit…..um…." David called out from the front door. Jeff's eyes flew open wide and Nick's head turned quickly to see Jeff's roommate at the door . "Sorry dude….I'll just uh…yeah…." He said, backing out the door and closing it again. Within a few seconds the doorbell rang and Jeff and Nick both let out a big laugh, Nick standing again and Jeff pulling his jeans back into place.
"You're amazing…..and I love you." Jeff said, kissing Nick quickly with a big smile. It secretly thrilled him that he could taste himself on Nick's lips. He skittered to the front door and pulled it open, grabbing his roommate in a huge hug.
"David….always good to have you back….even unexpectedly." Jeff laughed, his face quite red now.
"I figured you'd be at work, so I didn't bother to call when I got an earlier flight." David said, his own face covered in a blush. "Nick….good to see you, man. I hope things are ok now….I mean, from the looks of things, I'm assuming you've worked everything out….and then some?" He grinned.
"Yeah…about that." Nick said, eyes downcast. "Things are a little….strained…right now." He grabbed David's bag from the entry and hauled it into the apartment for him. "Have a seat….we'll fill you in on what's going on. And then please….try not to hate me too much." Nick said, his eyes sad.
"Not your fault, Nicky….nobody's going to hate you." Jeff said, hugging him again.
They all plopped down on the living room sofa and loveseat and Nick and Jeff began to explain everything that was going on with Nick's dad.
The minute the door clicked shut, Blaine jumped up out of his chair and ran into the living room behind the sofa. He knew he was in trouble, and Kurt was hot on his heels. They stood on opposite sides of the sofa, eyeing each other shrewdly, yet grinning like little kids. One of them would move around the sofa and the other would mirror the actions, staying the same distance apart at all times.
"You little shit! You sat there, giving me 'looks' and making me crazy under the table while I was eating with my DAD and CAROLE right there! You knew what you were doing!" Kurt growled out, attempting to look angry, but failing miserably.
"I'm sorry, Kurt!" Blaine whined. "Wait…no I'm not!" he laughed, then ran to the kitchen and played the same game around the island. They circled it a few times, each keeping their eye on the other, mirroring their steps and giving each other cagey looks and grins.
"I will catch you, and then you're in trouble, Blaine!" Kurt threatened.
"Oooooh…look how scared I am! I'm trembling….big, bad Kurt's gonna get me!" Blaine squealed as Kurt lunged over the counter. Blaine took off again, running around the table now and laughing like a little girl. On his way past the counter, he grabbed the bag he'd brought the previous day and took the cuffs out behind his back. Keeping eye contact with Kurt, he snapped them in place, only momentarily giving thought to the hope that the keys were still in the bag where he'd left them.
"When I get ahold of you, Blaine Anderson, I'm gonna…." Kurt began.
"Gonna what? Yell at me from a distance? Refuse to eat my pancakes anymore? Kiss me, now that I can't touch you?" Blaine teased, turning slowly to the side so Kurt could see that he had snapped the cuffs on. The sight nearly knocked the breath out of Kurt. Wow that was kinky…and hot…and whoa, it was time to turn on the a/c apparently. It just got quite warm in here.
Blaine backed away from Kurt into the living room and when Kurt rounded the corner, stalking like a cat, he didn't run away. Kurt approached him slowly, hands on his hips, and a distrustful look on his face.
"What are you playing at, Anderson?" he said, cautiously.
"Done playing tag…now I wanna play something more fun?" Blaine said softly, teasing Kurt.
"Oh? What did you have in mind?"
"Well, probably not anything that requires me to use my arms and hands."
Kurt backed Blaine up to the sofa and when his knees hit the furniture, he gave Blaine's chest a tap and pushed him to sit down. Kurt put his knees on the edge of the sofa between Blaine's legs and leaned in, placing his hands on the sofa back near Blaine's head. He never took his eyes off of Blaine for a second, but leaned in and brushed their noses together. Blaine was sure he was going to combust.
"Don't tease, Kurt. I'm dying here. Don't make me beg?" Blaine whined.
"What is it that you want?"
"Kiss me…just sit down and kiss me for God's sake. I need to feel you…."
Feeling more in charge than he had in a long, long time, Kurt moved his knees to the outside of Blaine's thighs and sat down, straddling the man's lap. His hands were still resting on the back of the sofa and he leaned in to kiss Blaine with a grin and a giggle.
"You taste like syrup…and blueberries….and EVIL!" Kurt shrieked, leaning in to tickle Blaine in every place he thought the man might be sensitive. Blaine let out a series of whimpers and cries, then was reduced to begging Kurt to stop.
"Please….I can't breathe….it's not fair…my hands! Oh my God, Kurt…stop!" he laughed, falling over trying to get away from the playful nymph on his lap. Kurt wouldn't let him go though, and he continued to poke and tickle Blaine until they were both laughing and panting and had to come up for air. Kurt smiled down into Blaine's eyes, loving their amber and honey color, and for a while all he could do was stare.
"What?" Blaine finally said.
"Your eyes….they're just….so pretty. Is pretty an ok word to use?" Kurt asked.
"MY eyes? Kurt….the very first thing that knocked me off my feet about you was your eyes. They're the reason I sat there all stupefied and dumbfounded. I was just blown away by…..you. Everything about you. And when you grinned at me, Kurt….wow. It was kind of like the cartoons when all the fireworks go off and the stars start exploding and everything is perfect….and then you were gone."
"But I'm here now…we're both here now." Kurt smiled, leaning down to kiss Blaine fully on the lips.
"We are….can you do that again?" Blaine grinned, eyes falling shut. And so he did. Kurt was still straddling his hips, but now Blaine was almost flat on the sofa. The softest hands Blaine had ever felt were on his face, grasping at his hair and Kurt was nibbling on his earlobe. He even dipped down to Blaine's collarbone for a minute which sent Blaine into a spiral of pure lust. Kurt's chest was flush with Blaine's and they continued the soft, unhurried kisses until Kurt suddenly sat up and began to move away with an odd look in his eyes.
"What…Kurt, wait…what's wrong?" Blaine said, unsettled.
"I'm….I need to…um…back off a bit." Kurt said, blushing now. One glance at Kurt's jeans and Blaine knew why.
"Do you need to…or do you want to…. or do you think I want you to?" Blaine questioned.
"I don't know, maybe all of the above?" Kurt replied shyly, not wanting to make eye contact with Blaine now.
"Kurt…please…look at me. I can't hurt you, I'd NEVER hurt you….I can't even touch you right now. You're safe here, in your own home, with someone who wants you to do anything you want to do…as long as you're comfortable with it. So I'm asking you…no…pleading with you. Don't run…don't stop this." Blaine said with so much emotion that it hurt Kurt's heart.
"But Blaine, if things….it could get…to be...more…than you want. I don't want you to NOT tell me to stop or be able to back off because of the cuffs. I don't want to push too far."
"Kurt, listen to me. Look me in the eyes, ok?" Blaine said sternly. Kurt raised his eyes to Blaine's, weary of what was coming next. "Kurt, right now my heart is damn near beating out of my chest. I want you to touch me. I NEED you to touch me, Kurt. I've wanted it for so long it's painful. Not just today, not just now, but the very first time I saw you outside that coffee shop….and the first night we sat together on my sofa and talked. All I wanted was to touch you…to feel all of that beautiful skin, to kiss those amazingly pink lips. Anything you want to do, Kurt, is ok with me. Short of chopping me up with a meat cleaver, I'm fully on board! Please….Kurt. Do what you want. I'm ok with it." Blaine said with so much sincerity that Kurt was at a loss for words.
He just stared into Blaine's eyes, hoping he saw there what he was feeling inside. Gone were his doubts and fears for the moment. Kurt knew the only reason he'd pulled away was that he didn't want Blaine to know that he was getting too turned on. He didn't want Blaine to FEEL that he was getting too turned on, but much to his surprise, as he was moving to pull away, he realized that Blaine was aroused as well, and it was something Kurt hadn't felt in so long. He wasn't sure how to handle it, and it scared him.
But Blaine was right. He didn't have anything to fear. Blaine couldn't touch him. He was here, in a safe place where he was totally comfortable, and he wanted more than anything to touch Blaine and explore him. And so he would. Leaning back down, he kissed Blaine softly at first, but as the minutes passed, the kisses became more ardent, more heated, more forceful. They were both panting when Kurt's hips snapped forward and ground against Blaine's crotch. The sound that erupted from Blaine's throat was that of a wounded animal. It both startled and thrilled Kurt, so he didn't it again.
"Christ, Kurt…this is me begging you…don't stop what you're doing. Please…I'm but a simple man with simple needs and right now I need, more than anything, for you to rock those beautiful hips against me again….please….don't stop" he moaned.
Kurt was euphoric. He was doing this. He'd turned Blaine on…Blaine, the most adorable, handsome, talented and sweet man he'd ever known, was writhing under him, begging, and Kurt had made it happen.
"Blaine…if I keep this up, we'll both…."
"God YES, I know, Kurt…please…..PLEASE!" Blaine whimpered. Kurt let his body go a bit lax and laid over Blaine, slowly rutting against him, both men now turned on so much it nearly hurt, but the pain….there was so damn much pleasure in the pain. "More…..faster, baby, please…." Blaine begged in Kurt's ear. Kurt whimpered. "Kurt….y'ok?" Blaine breathed out, barely able to speak, but worried about that whimper.
"You….you just…you said…" Kurt mumbled, his face still buried in Blaine's neck, kissing and licking, softly biting. "You called me …..baby…." he breathed, seductively, although Blaine was sure that's not how Kurt meant it to sound.
"Does that …..does it bother you?"
"Oh my GOD, no…..turns me on even…..oh shit….even more….God Blaine…" he panted.
Kurt continued to grind their hips together, his pace faster now, and he was nibbling on Blaine's neck, sucking little spots that made Blaine gasp, then blowing cool air on them. He knew he was close…he was just so damn close, but he didn't want to finish before Blaine. A few more thrusts and he would be physically unable to stop himself from coming, and he blurted out a string of words that made Blaine crazy, sending him over the edge as well.
"I can't…Blaine…I'm….so…fucking close…please…don't make me….Blaine….shit…shit….come with me, Blaine!" Kurt ground out through gritted teeth, leaning down, biting Blaine on the shoulder, thankfully, over his button up that was still hanging loosely around his torso. Blaine bucked up under him, hard, nearly unseating Kurt, and the noises that escaped him were enough to send another shot of pleasure through Kurt's body.
Panting heavily he collapsed on Blaine's chest, unable to move, feeling like his legs were made of Jello.
"I'll move…I promise…in a minute, when I can feel my lower extremities…." Kurt mumbled into Blaine's chest.
"Don't…don't move. Stay here with me." He said, but Kurt saw the look on his face. He winced about something.
"What….what's wrong? I'm crushing you, aren't I? I'm sorry…." Kurt said, pushing up from his warm and comfy spot.
"No…it's not that…Kurt, it's not you, it's….can you…now that we're…um….the keys for these, please?" Blaine stuttered out, nodding to the bag, clearly uncomfortable.
"OH! Oh…yes…sorry!" Kurt said, grabbing the bag from the table and taking the keys out. When Blaine turned around for Kurt to unlock him, Kurt gasped.
"BLAINE! Oh my God, no…we're not…we can't use these. Don't ever put them on again…look at your wrists!" Kurt said, very upset. Blaine's wrists were red and they looked quite painful. Clearly the cuffs had been digging into his skin and left marks….deep marks. Kurt was mortified.
"No….it's ok, Kurt. Really….I can honestly say that I wasn't aware of any pain until 20 seconds ago." Blaine grinned.
"It's not ok….Blaine, it's not. I'll just have to learn to….to be ok…with it. I won't have you being hurt this way. Those are going to bruise!" he wailed, feeling miserable.
"It'll be so worth it, though." Blaine said, looking into Kurt's eyes adoringly. "God you're amazing, Kurt. I don't know if it's appropriate to thank someone for making you mess your own skivvies, but I will….that was incredible. You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen, Kurt Hummel. Did you know your eyes change colors when you come?" Blaine said in a low, sexy voice into Kurt's ear.
"They DO NOT!" Kurt gasped, his face 8 shades of red now.
"Oh, baby, but they do, and it's fantastic…." He whispered.
Kurt blushed and fled to the restroom. Blaine giggled and went to run his wrists under cold water. NOW they were getting somewhere.