Title: Come put your hands on me
Ya'll, she's thick. Sorry :) couldn't stop.
Warnings: explicit sex scene. Detailed warnings at end
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Friday
Blaine looked like a fucking penguin.
He should NOT have let Tina dress him! A long sleeved white Oxford covered his arms and a tie choked him (not in a fun way either) as he stepped from the elevator on what he hoped was Kurt's floor. Pulling at the tie and hitching his camera bag up higher on his shoulder, Blaine hurried down the immaculate hallway of Vogue, trying to act like he belonged. A stupid little penguin that belonged.
Everyone there looked busy or like they loathed his existence or both. He passed a guy wearing a belt that he was pretty sure cost more than his motorcycle as he turned a corner and found a polished marble desk. Kurt's name was on a plate next to it.
"Hi!" A blonde woman popped up from behind the desk and greeted him cheerfully.
Blaine patted his hair that Tina had fixed for him with way too much gel. "Um, yeah. Hi, I'm looking for Ku- Mr. Hummel? I'm supposed to be working." He held up his bag as proof that he was indeed meant to be there.
She smiled warmly. "Yes, he mentioned you would be coming. He's running a bit late with a meeting, unfortunately. Just wait here for him and Mr. Crawford and they will show you where to go. Can I get you anything? Coffee, tea, water, soda, a smoothie, lemonade—"
"Water is fine!" Blaine interjected before she could go any further. "Just water is cool. Thank you."
She nodded. "Okay would you like sparkling, purified, spring—"
"Just fix it the way you would drink it," he said quickly.
This pleased her and she practically skipped off down another hallway.
Blaine watched her go. She wouldn't have been his first guess at Kurt's assistant, but the man was full of surprises.
"Oh my god, you're such a jerk," a man with an English accent said into his cellphone as he came from the direction of the elevators. He laughed and noticed Blaine standing there. "Hang on, just a second." He put the phone to his chest. "You can just leave it here. I'm sure she'll be back in a few minutes from whatever nonsense she's doing."
Confused as hell, Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Uh, I think there's a misunder—"
The guy ignored him and put his phone back to his ear. "I'm back. Some delivery guy. Yeah, I'll have to go anyway in a few minutes because Kurt and I have a project together."
Blaine's skin itched at the way this guy said Kurt's name. He looked at him like the rest of society, like he was trash to be disregarded. He doubted if this asshole were trying to pick him up at a bar or a club he would be looking down his nose at him. Blaine crossed his arms stubbornly and waited.
The guy had his back to Blaine. "I think this would just be a chance to get us closer. I mean, the date went well, but I think the next one will convince him. Oh, don't be an asshole. Just because you don't like kids doesn't mean they are all snot nosed brats. Kit looks adorable and I can't wait to meet him."
Eye twitching, Blaine bit his own cheeks so he didn't go off on this guy. So he and Kurt were dating? Of course he was dating. He was Kurt. He was beautiful and charming and amazing. But this guy? Ew. Blaine reminded himself he was the one who told Kurt he wasn't interested. He had no claim to him. But he was jealous nonetheless.
The asshole had turned around and noticed with annoyance that Blaine was still standing there. He huffed and pulled the phone from his ear. "Here." He dug five dollars from his pocket and gave it to Blaine. "There's your tip. Just leave it on the desk and I'll take care of it."
Blaine laughed. "Are you giving me five dollars?"
The man smiled at him like he was stupid and it was a pity. "Yes. Now, just put what Mr. Hummel ordered on the counter." He rolled his eyes and went back to his phone conversation, grumbling something under his breath about delivery workers being dumb nowadays.
With a shrug, Blaine decided to do what he asked. He went over to the desk and hopped up on it, kicking his legs and grinning widely.
Cellphone Guy caught sight of him. He opened his mouth to say something to him that would make Blaine want to be an even bigger asshole when they heard footsteps.
"I just don't understand why there are gummy fish in your water," Kurt said. Blaine could hear the click on his boots and his heart flipped at the sound.
"I told you, it's for a guest!" The woman Blaine guessed was Kurt's assistant said. They rounded the corner.
Kurt's eyes flew wide at the sight of Blaine sitting on the desk like a child and the asshole scowling at him with his phone pressed to his ear. "Oh! Uh, hello." He swallowed. He was wearing green dress pants today with a blue button up that brought out his eyes. What Blaine was pretty sure was a waistcoat was over the shirt, showing off his chest. He genuinely had no idea how Kurt pulled off these ensembles without looking silly. Confidence, probably. Looking the way he did helped too.
He winked at Kurt and slid off the desk.
Asshole hung up on whoever he was talking to and brushed past him to go to Kurt and plant a kiss on his cheek. "Hello, darling. How was your meeting? Ready to begin?"
Kurt put space between them, his eyes flicking from Blaine to Asshole. "It was fine. Blaine! Are you ready?"
Asshole looked from Kurt back to Blaine with a confused frown. "I'm sorry, who?"
Blaine stuck his hand forward. "Blaine Anderson."
"He's the photographer, Adam." Kurt turned to Blaine and smoothed his hand down his front buttons. "This is Adam Crawford. We work together." Adam shook Blaine's hand quickly. "And this is Brittany, my assistant," Kurt said, gesturing to the blonde woman from before.
She gave Blaine a giant glass that looked kind of like a fishbowl with a bendy straw, filled with water and little gummy fish floating in it. Wordlessly, Blaine took it and Brittany beamed at him.
"Thanks. Uh, it's very creative."
"You're welcome!" She skipped back behind the desk and began typing on the computer.
"Shall we get started?" Adam (still the asshole as far as Blaine was concerned) said. He looked less than thrilled that Blaine would be joining them.
"Follow me." Kurt smiled a little too widely as he showed them to the elevators.
Blaine stepped past Adam and winked. "Thanks for the five bucks," he said sweetly as he followed Kurt.
Adam fell into step beside him and then overtook him, resting his hand on the small of Kurt's back. It grated on his nerves, but he told himself once again that Kurt wasn't his.
They met with the rest of the staff and ran over what they were wanting to do and Blaine was confident he could pull it off. He got a few more snooty noses wrinkled at him, but he ignored them, especially when one of the models kept eyeing him with clear interest. He smiled back and jumped when Kurt snapped right beside his ear.
"Places everyone!" He shooed the models away and then looked everywhere but at Blaine.
Things went smoothly for the most part. Adam and Kurt both were the picture of professionalism, except for Adam being a little too touchy-feely. Kurt would step back to put space in between them or subtly push him away. Blaine figured he wasn't one for PDA at work. Noted.
He feigned nonchalance at the obvious way Adam was all over Kurt, biding his time. He actually had fun at the shoot, slipping into the zone and forgetting about Asshole Adam for a little while.
By the time they were almost finished, Adam took his third call and Blaine looked up from his camera. Kurt looked away quickly from Blaine where he had obviously been checking him out and Blaine tried not to smirk. He checked through the shots they got before directing the models to take a break.
Adam breezed back in and went directly to Kurt. "Sorry to cut out early, Pet, but we've a crisis with the some of the interviews. Will you be alright to finish up without me?"
Blaine gagged at pet. What was Kurt? A fucking poodle?
"We should be fine. I think we are pretty much done here, right Blaine?"
He looked up from his camera and nodded. "I think we got it. Just going to look at some of the shots before we call it a day."
"Perfect." Adam turned to Kurt and leaned in so only he could hear. Blaine still heard though. "So, we are still good for tonight?"
Kurt nodded and accepted a quick kiss on the cheek from Adam. He left without acknowledging Blaine or anyone else, but Blaine didn't care. Now he had Kurt all to himself. Almost.
"So, are we ready to excuse the models?" Kurt asked as he scratched behind his ear.
Blaine nodded. "I think so. We have lots to pick from."
Kurt dismissed them and as they were leaving, the one that had been eyeing Blaine the whole day slipped his card into Blaine's pocket with a sultry grin. Blaine winked at him and watched him leave.
Kurt cleared his throat loudly. "You ready, Blaine?"
They came together in front of the computer and Blaine loosened his tie. He had already rolled up his sleeves while working and had noticed Adam wrinkle his nose up in disdain. Blaine didn't let it bother him though. He verbally sparred with Dylan every day, was raised by two of the meanest fuckers on the planet, and hurt his own feelings worse than anyone else could ever do. A snooty Brit with an attitude problem was nothing.
Blaine started to upload the photos to the computer and glanced over at Kurt. "So, your boyfriend is pretty hyper."
"He's not my boyfriend," Kurt said quickly. He had his arms crossed and he watched the computer with unwavering attention.
"Does he know that?"
Kurt sighed. "We've been on one date. We aren't exclusive."
"Again, is he aware?"
Kurt finally looked at him. He was elated that Kurt was so quick to say he and the Asshole were nothing, but the pleasure died at the withering glare he leveled him with.
"I don't see how my romantic life is any of your business. As you have made painfully clear."
Blaine held Kurt's eye contact before letting his gaze slide down to Kurt's lips, then his neck, then his chest. Kurt's throat worked and his breath quickened.
"Maybe I changed my mind."
He was so close. Blaine could nearly taste him. He was leaning closer and Blaine did too. Just before their lips touched, Kurt smiled.
"Send me the proofs when you have time," he whispered against Blaine's lips. "You can pick up your check from Brittany."
With that, he turned and walked away.
Helplessly, Blaine watched him go.
Sunday night
Kit squealed as Kurt cut a tiny piece of apple and held it out to him. He squeezed it in his little fist and shoved it in his mouth.
"Apple. Aaaapple. Can you say, apple?"
Kit just stared at Kurt and then giggled wildly.
"Come on Kit! Say apple!" Kurt begged as he held up a slice.
"Dada!" The child clapped his sticky hands and giggled again at Kurt's defeated slump.
He stood when he heard a knock at the door. "You are just as stubborn as your daddy!"
Mercedes greeted him with a cheek kiss as he let her in and led her to where Kit was slapping a little puddle of juice in his high chair.
"Heya Kit Cat," Mercedes said as she tickled the boy's chin. He reached for her immediately and shrieked until she picked him up. "Look what your auntie brought you." She handed him a little ball that he became immediately fascinated with.
"Where's Santana?" Kurt asked as he cleaned up Kit's little snack.
Mercedes picked up the ball when Kit dropped it and handed it back to him. "She's out partying. She invited me, but it's just not my thing. I need time in and spending time with this handsome little guy is just the thing." She kissed his forehead, but he didn't react since now he was trying to eat the ball. "God, he looks like Finn."
Kurt nodded sadly. "It kind of kills me. You should see Carole's face every time she sees him."
"How's she?" Mercedes asked with eyebrows furrowed in empathy.
"She's better." He shrugged. "Not there yet. I don't know if any of us will ever be."
She nodded in understanding and sighed. "Well, what have you been up to today?"
Kurt was watching them fondly, a hip resting against the counter. "We have spent the whole day together. If I didn't have this work thing, I'd be doing a face mask and drinking some wine here with you."
"A work thing? It's not another date?"
"Nah." He thought of the way Blaine looked at him at the photo shoot, eyes full of heat and desire. He suppressed a shiver. "Just going to check out the proofs. Nothing more." He inspected his nails.
"Mhm. So you're meeting Blaine somewhere, right? Not going to his place?"
"It shouldn't take too long," he hedged. "Maybe an hour or two."
Mercedes eyed him knowingly. "Yeah, that's why you're wearing those pants and your top buttons undone. Don't lie to me, boy."
He groaned. "I don't know what to do! I can't stop thinking about the guy who flirts with me, but doesn't want to date me and the guy who does want to date me doesn't excite me even though he's perfect for me! He tried to get me to come to his apartment when we had our date Friday, but I couldn't go through with it! What's wrong with me?
"My whole life, I've know exactly what I wanted. I planned all my next steps. Even when I changed my mind about school, I was one hundred percent sure. But dating? I just feel lost."
Putting Kit down and letting him toddle off to play with the ball, Mercedes stood and joined Kurt at his island. She rubbed his shoulder.
"I understand the feeling. When I first got here, I felt like that too. At one point, I was ready to give up. But I kept trying things and then Santana happened and here we are! Don't give up, even if you think you're failing.
"I can't tell you what to do, although I think we both know what Santana would say."
They shared a look.
"You just have to follow your heart."
Kurt gave her a grateful smile and hugged her shoulders. "What would I do without you?" He squeezed and shook her a little making her chuckle and tap his arms playfully.
"Get out of here and go see the bad boy. I'll plan to spend the night, just in case."
Kurt lifted his chin and gathered his things. "It's just for work, Mercedes. I possess self-control." He he scooped up Kit and kissed his little cheek. "Bye, kiddo. Bye, Mercedes."
She waved and fluttered her eyelashes. "Bye! See you in the morning!"
He rolled his eyes and went to his car. As he glanced in the rear view mirror, he caught a glimpse at his face. "I'm not having sex with him."
His reflection looked back sternly at him. He sighed and backed out.
Blaine jumped up as he heard a car and peered out the curtains. Headlights flashed by and disappeared into the dark. It wasn't Kurt. He wiped his palms on his thighs and settled back onto the couch. Kurt would be here any minute.
He had finished the proofs last night, but it took him awhile to work up the courage to text Kurt. He had tonight free, so it worked out.
Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he checked his hair and smoothed down his t-shirt. He tried to look nice without dressing up. He was clean and that's all that mattered. His jeans didn't even have holes.
To pass the time until Kurt arrived, Blaine picked up his pencil and worked on another new song. He was just churning them out lately. Right now, he happened to be working on one about being jealous… No reason for that.
Another car passed by. Again it wasn't Kurt. Blaine was going to go out of his mind.
He was honestly just wanted to talk to Kurt. Figure this thing out. He thought he was certain about not wanting to get involved with Kurt, but he had kind of changed his mind.
This time when a car pulled up, it stopped and Blaine leapt up. He stuffed his notebook into the couch and hurried to the door.
Kurt had dressed down too… well, as much as Kurt dressed down. He had on a short sleeved button up and some jeans. Blaine zeroed in on the little bit of his chest that showed, then forced his eyes back to Kurt's.
"Hey. Welcome. Come on in." Blaine stepped back and let Kurt through the door, his knees weakening at the way Kurt's jeans fit his ass. He was definitely giving off 'let's fuck' vibes. Blaine shut the door and took a few deep breaths. When he turned around, Kurt was looking at the pictures on the wall, most of them of himself with Tina and Sam.
"Are these your roommates?" Kurt asked as he bent to look closer at one.
"Yeah." Blaine went to join him and smiled at one of the three of them at their graduation, Blaine holding Tina's shoulders as she stretched across their arms and Sam held her legs. "We met in high school and were basically the three musketeers. Tina and Sam dated for like five minutes and it was weird and I wanted to date Sam for like five minutes, but that would have been weird too. Then Tina wanted to date me for like five minutes, but that would have been the weirdest. Everybody got over themselves, vapor rub isn't allowed in the apartment, and now we are still super close."
Kurt raised an eyebrow at that, but Blaine just shook his head. "Long story."
"Do I get to meet them?" Kurt asked as he turned to Blaine.
"They are actually hanging out at her boyfriend's place." Blaine licked his lips. He may or may not have kicked them out for the night. Kurt didn't need to know that though.
Kurt's eyes tracked Blaine's tongue. "So we're all alone?"
"Guess so."
Kurt nodded slightly, bringing his eyes back up to Blaine's. Wishing he could read Kurt's mind, Blaine started to move closer. But Kurt just brushed past him and made himself comfortable on the couch. Blaine let his shoulder's drop and followed him.
"Would you like some wine, a beer, water?" He gestured to the plate of cheese and crackers he had set out next to one of Tina's lavender candles he had lit. "I made snacks too."
"I'll take wine," Kurt said as he settled back in the couch and stretched his arm across the back. He looked so comfortable and cozy. Inviting. Blaine couldn't wait to cuddle up to him.
He ducked into the kitchen and berated himself as he poured wine. Kurt was there for work. He had no idea of Blaine's change of heart and he needed to stop being so damn thirsty. He gulped some of the wine and then topped off his glass. He kind of wished it was liquor, but he couldn't afford to get sloppy.
By the time he brought the glasses back to the living room, Kurt had pulled out a laptop and perched glasses on his nose. He took the wine without looking up at Blaine.
"Thanks. Okay, so I pulled up the pictures you sent me before I came, but a few were kind of bothering me."
Blaine scooted closer to Kurt. Their thighs were sort of touching. "Sure. Which ones? I edited them a little, but I didn't want to do too much until you approved."
Kurt sipped from the glass and clicked through his emails until he found Blaine's. Blaine tried not to notice how many were from the asshole. They did work together. He needed to chill.
"Okay, this one," he clicked on a photo. "Can we do something about this weird wrinkle?"
"Definitely."
He scrolled through. "God, I love that one. These are really great."
Blaine leaned over. Their thighs were for sure touching now. Their arms grazed. "Thanks. It was fun."
Kurt smiled, but still didn't look at him. "If we have any more small shoots like this where I have control, I'll give you a call."
"Please do. Anytime."
Kurt turned and looked at him then. There was only a few inches between their faces. Blaine couldn't read his expression, but he seemed to be thinking. He noted the green swirls in his eyes, enveloped by grayish blue. His lashes cast a shadow in the bright glow of the laptop as did the gentle slope of his cheek bone. His eyes slid down to soft lips and his cute little chin.
Kurt jerked his head away suddenly and set his wine down. "As I was saying, these are pretty great. Let's go through and I'll tell you exactly what I want on each one."
"And then can we talk about us?" Blaine's heart was in his throat. He had meant to be more subtle than that, but staring at Kurt made him abandon his inhibitions.
Kurt laughed dryly. "There isn't an us. You decided that."
"I changed my mind."
Kurt's eyes snapped back to Blaine, but he shook his head. "You said you don't do kids. I have one. He's not going anywhere. It's pretty cut and dry."
"I'm willing to try."
Kurt laughed again, but it was laced with tension. He bumped his glasses out of the way to rub at his eyes. "It's a deal breaker. We just don't add up."
"Let's just take things slow. I haven't even met him—"
"I think this one is too dark." Kurt had turned back to the laptop and started scrolling through pictures.
Blaine was slightly disappointed, but not deterred. He was fishtailing with his stances and Kurt wasn't having it. No problem. He would reel him in another way. Blaine scooted away slightly, giving Kurt some space. "We can lighten it. Let's write down what you want from each picture and I'll work on it this week." He pulled out his notebook he had hidden earlier and flipped to a clean page.
Kurt had been side-eyeing him, but he studied the notebook curiously. "What was that? Was it music?"
Blaine nodded and sipped his wine. "Yup."
"The same song from the other night?"
"A different one." Blaine set down his glass. "I can show you when we're done." He let his mouth quirk up. "After all, you inspired some of them."
Kurt's curiosity turned to suspicion. "Me?"
Blaine nodded slowly and started writing what Kurt had said about the picture and it's reference number. "Mhm. But I understand if you don't think you can handle it."
"I can handle it," he said quickly.
Blaine looked up at him, still hunched over the notebook. "Let's finish our homework then."
They went through the pictures, only discussing them and nothing personal. By the time they were finished, their glasses were both half empty and Blaine stretched his arms above his head. Kurt watched him, still guarded, but a question obviously burning on the tip of his tongue. Blaine laughed into the stretch.
"What?"
"I— Does it bother you if people ask about your tattoos?"
He dropped his arms and held them out, turning them so all the ink could be seen. "Nah. Most of them have meaning. Some don't. I just like them." He held his arms out to Kurt. "Which one are you curious about?"
"That one," Kurt pointed to the little bird next to an eighth note.
"Ah. My old school in Ohio. I was in the Glee club there and had some good friends. It's a—"
"Warbler," Kurt finished. "We beat them a few times."
Blaine smirked. "You wouldn't have if I had been there."
Kurt squinted one eye. "It must be a nice little dream land you live in."
Blaine laughed and pointed at some flowers trailing up his bicep. "A few of the artists are my friends and I would let them practice on me."
He turned his arm to show a rainbow heart and the word courage. "This was my first. I was fourteen. My parents lost their shit." His face darkened as he scratched at his eyebrow. The shadow passed. "This one I got when I was drunk." He tapped a cartoon dinosaur with a handlebar mustache and a bow tie. "I had a thing for bow ties."
Kurt shifted closer. "Can I?" He held his hands open in question.
Blaine swallowed and nodded, offering his arm to Kurt.
He took Blaine's arm in his warm hands and Blaine's pulse jumped. Gently, he traced along each picture, all the way up Blaine's arm until he found Cooper's name next to two linked pinkies at his inner arm. Blaine enjoyed the gentle touch that sent pleasant sparks up his spine. Next to it was something green poking out from under his t-shirt sleeve.
"What about that one?" He touched it.
"That is a lightsaber." He lifted his sleeve and chuckled at Kurt's blank stare. "From Star Wars? It's the thing Sam and I bonded over. I have one for Tina too." Without really thinking about it, Blaine pulled his shirt up to show a clockwork heart up near his ribs. "When we met, she was dressing very gothic and Sam and I used to tease her—"
He looked up and his smile dropped at the way Kurt was staring fixedly at his exposed chest and stomach. He still had Blaine's other arm in his grasp and his other hand raised.
"It's beautiful," he whispered. "They all are." His eyes lifted to Blaine's. They weren't distant like before, but a bottomless lake he wanted to fall into and drown. With the lightest touch, he traced that one as he had with the others and Blaine couldn't hold back his body's reaction. He shivered with pleasure and his breath hitched when Kurt leaned forward and put his lips to the painted skin. "You're beautiful."
Kurt had him under a spell. Blaine was helpless to do anything but whimper as he began kissing up Blaine's side and then to his chest. They were feather light, but became more insistent as he pulled Blaine's shirt off the rest of the way and mouthed at Blaine's neck.
Blaine let his head fall back and gasped as Kurt's tongue licked his stubbly Adam's apple. He swallowed against it, and then Kurt sucked.
"Jesus, Kurt."
The warmth was gone and Blaine opened his eyes to see Kurt staring wide-eyed at his shirt fisted in his hands and then at Blaine's naked torso.
"I— I— I didn't mean to! I'm sorry! I—"
"Hey, don't be sorry." Blaine caught Kurt by the back of his head and pulled him closer. He resisted a little at first, but his lust won him over and he allowed himself to be pulled close. "That felt amazing," Blaine said before pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek. "It always feels amazing when you kiss me. Like the day at the beach? Best kiss of my life."
A tiny smile. "But you told me right after you didn't want to be with me. Which is why I shouldn't be—"
"And I'm saying now, I want to be with you."
The set of his mouth still expressed doubt so Blaine scooted closer. Their lips were nearly touching now. He could feel Kurt's shallow breath through his nostrils.
"This doesn't have to be a big deal. I want you. You want me. Right?"
He jerked his head yes once. Blaine smiled.
"If you're comfortable and I'm comfortable, why don't we be comfortable together? You know we are amazing together." He let his lips graze Kurt's and was gratified to feel the man tremble. He didn't want it to be nothing, but if this was the way to win Kurt's heart, so be it. "It will feel so good."
The last shred of his restraint broke at that. Kurt kissed him, his hands stroking Blaine's chest and Blaine's finding Kurt's hair. It was teeth and tongues and pain, but it was also sweet and yes and finally. They didn't break the kiss as Blaine deftly unbuttoned Kurt's shirt and pushed it off leaving his smooth skin exposed.
They made out for some time on the couch, Blaine pulling Kurt on top of him and letting his hands roam down his back to knead his ass. Kurt groaned into Blaine's mouth at that and the way the action slotted their erections together. Panting, Kurt pulled away but still stayed on top of Blaine.
"What do you want?" His voice was husky and breathless.
Blaine stroked Kurt's flushed face. "Whatever you're willing to give me. Whether it's just casual or a real shot at a relationship, but to be honest, I want everything with you. I want the relationship."
Kurt stared at him for several long seconds and then shifted his weight back a little. "Um that's... I kind of meant what do you want like right now?" He rocked his hips into Blaine's just enough to get his meaning across.
Blaine tried to cover up his embarrassment with a careless grin. "I'm fine with just this or more. We can just keep making out." He started sucking kisses on Kurt's chest. "Or we can fuck." Kurt sucked in a sharp breath and he scraped his nipple. "Or I can suck your dick. Or all three." He leaned up and gave Kurt a lengthy, unhurried kiss to his lips.
"All three. All three is good."
Blaine sat up with one more kiss to Kurt's lips and pulled him up. "We can't have sex on the couch or Tina will neuter me. She's a veterinary assistant so she can totally do that."
Kurt giggled and allowed Blaine to tug him along to his room.
In the hopes Kurt would be seeing it, Blaine had made sure all the sheet music was picked up and his instruments pushed to the side.
He closed the door behind Kurt and watched him take the space in before walking up to him. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's bare chest and began kissing his shoulder, back, and neck.
Kurt reached an arm around and pulled Blaine against his back, tilting his head so he could kiss along his neck.
"Do you have a condom and lube?" Kurt asked between kisses. "I don't carry any around with me."
Blaine breathed a laugh into the kiss he sucked on Kurt's shoulder blade. "You should start. It's led to some very fun times for me. What kind? Ribbed, thin, studded?" He punctuated each choice with a kiss.
Kurt turned in his arms. "Wow. You have a lot of choices. Just a regular one is fine."
Blaine answered him with a grin. He kind of felt like Brittany listing off choices. "'Kay. What kind of lube? Flavored, warming—"
"Jesus, Blaine, just regular lube. God, how much sex stuff do you have?"
"My closet is full of stuff. I'm an active participant who likes to be prepared for anything. I'll show you another time when you're feeling more adventurous."
Kurt moaned softly as Blaine kissed down his chest and stomach and mouthed at his hard dick in his pants. He threaded his fingers through Blaine's now messy hair as he unzipped his pants.
"You're very confident there will be a next time," Kurt said, his eyes closing.
Blaine shoved down Kurt's underwear and his mouth watered at the sight of Kurt's cock in his face. He didn't hesitate to lap at it and then suck on the head. Blaine made a sound of contentment at how Kurt pulled his hair and he smiled around his dick at the treatment. He would blow and fuck Kurt so good that he wouldn't be able to resist him.
"Yes, Blaine. So good. Suck me." Kurt was gasping and moaning and using his grip on Blaine's hair to guide him up and down his cock. Blaine swirled his tongue around the head, sucking and then sliding down further until he gagged a little with how much he was taking. From the sounds Kurt was making, he was doing a good job.
"I was right," Kurt said. "You do look good on your knees." He buried his nose into Kurt's groin and bobbed again and again, ignoring the abuse his throat was taking. Kurt started to shake as Blaine rubbed his thigh with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. Abruptly, he pulled Blaine off.
"You have to stop or I'm going to come." He looked wrecked already and Blaine purred with pride inside.
Blaine sat back on his hands and licked his swollen lips. "I kind of wanted you to come on my face."
With that statement, Kurt jerked him up and kissed him hard before shoving him onto the bed. "I think it's time you fucked me," Kurt said as he climbed over Blaine and began ripping off his pants as he shoved his tongue in his mouth. Kurt's hand slid down past Blaine's stomach to grab him and stroke him a few times. The action made pleasure surge through him and he bucked into Kurt's hand. He pulled away.
"Fuck me, Blaine."
The heat in his eyes left room for nothing but immediate obedience and he did, sliding out from underneath Kurt so he could fish supplies from his drawer. Kurt's eyes followed every move sharply as he opened the lube and handed the condom to Kurt.
"Put it on me."
Kurt raised his eyebrow, but without dropping his eye contact, he opened the wrapper with his teeth and slid it onto Blaine's cock. He pumped him once, slowly, then again, the corner of his lips popping up at the rapturous sounds bursting from him. Blaine let his eyes close as he was about to pour out lube, just settling back on his knees and enjoying the feeling.
Too quickly, Kurt stopped, but cupped Blaine's jaw to kiss him passionately. Blaine responded enthusiastically, easing Kurt down to the bed as he did.
He pulled back only a breath. "Lay on your stomach." One more slow kiss and then he sat back and let Kurt flip over. Retrieving the lubricant, Blaine coated his condom covered dick and bit his lip at the sight of Kurt's, delicious looking ass in the air. The man glanced back over his shoulder at Blaine, his face a delicate pink and his eyes a sharp contrast with their stormy blue.
"Well? I'm waiting."
Not wanting to make him wait longer, Blaine shuffled closer on his knees and began stroking one smooth cheek and then the other. Kurt let loose a relieved gasp, especially when Blaine began to squeeze, lick and bite at them.
"Fuck, your ass is perfect," said Blaine as he teasingly let the tip of his tongue dip between Kurt's cheeks. He reached between his legs and massaged his balls and then pulled Kurt's leaking cock. Kurt moaned in response and rocked back a little in encouragement. Blaine pushed one slippery finger in, the other hand still caressing Kurt's flesh. "Can I try something and see if you like it?"
"Do whatever you want," Kurt panted as he fisted the soft blanket. "Just don't fucking stop."
Blaine grinned and pulled his hand back before giving Kurt's ass a good smack. It wasn't too hard, but he would definitely feel it. And react to it he did. Kurt yelped and jerked forward.
"What the hell?"
Okay, so maybe spanking wasn't his thing. Blaine did a one armed shrug and kissed the spot. "Sorry. I fucking love it. One time I came from just that alone. Not a fan huh?"
Kurt was glaring at him over his shoulder, but his expression melted back into pleasure as Blaine introduced his tongue into the mix along with his finger.
"I could take it or leave it, but a little warning might be nice. Oh my god, please don't stop doing whatever the hell you are doing with your tongue." He sucked air in through his teeth as Blaine stroked him again, redoubling his efforts with his tongue and finger.
"Noted," Blaine mumbled into Kurt's skin. He added a second finger, backing his face away so Kurt wouldn't come yet. He crooked his fingers slightly and Kurt arched back, crying out. Blaine smirked.
"Yes, just like that. Keep going."
"You know, I'm getting the feeling that you like to be in control."
Kurt stopped fucking down on Blaine's fingers. "I just know what I like." He sounded defensive.
"I never said it was a bad thing." Blaine leaned over Kurt's back and began mouthing kisses along his spine and shoulders while still stretching. "It could be fun. It could be fun for you to give up control too. It's kind of a stress reliever honestly."
"Oh really? And what did you have in mind?" Kurt turned his head and accepted another open mouthed kiss.
"I have so many ideas, sweetheart."
Kurt laughed, a harsh sound that caught in his throat as Blaine added a third finger. "Are you going to fuck me?"
"Say please," Blaine flirted. He took his dick in hand and teased Kurt's hole with the tip.
Kurt looked like he was going to bite him. "Please, Blaine. Please fuck me or I'm going to push you down and fuck myself on your dick."
Blaine ran his hand down Kurt's back until he caught his hips and guided himself into Kurt with his other hand.
Kurt's fingers twisted in the sheets and he gasped as Blaine got fully seated. "Oh, yes. You feel so good. Fuck me Blaine and don't be gentle. I need this."
"Whatever you say." Blaine pulled out almost completely and then slammed back in, pulling Kurt hard against him with a bruising grip on his hips. Kurt threw his head back in ecstasy and Blaine set a brutal pace that had Kurt howling. Blaine's heart was hammering against his chest and sweat poured as he fucked Kurt. It was so good and so intense that he was already nearing the edge.
Now Blaine Anderson might not have much in the way of creativity or success, but one thing he did have was stamina. That he was damn proud of. He could count on one hand the number of unsatisfactory sexual experiences he had in the last few years. Part of that had to do with how he considered sex almost an art form and never wanted the guy he was with to leave without having an unforgettable time.
But that was before Kurt. Blaine slowed his pace down and grinned at Kurt's huff of disapproval. He stretched over the other man's slick body and began to suck a mark on his shoulder. "I don't want to come yet." He brushed his nose against Kurt's neck and ear. "I want to push you to the edge all fucking night. Over and over again." He bit Kurt's earlobe, just enough to pinch. Kurt whimpered in reply. "Or maybe I will let you go ahead and come. Then I can fuck you as long and hard as I want and make you come as many times as I want."
"Blaine…" Kurt gripped his hair and gave him a smoldering kiss. Then he used his other arm to grab Blaine's hips and rock them into him. "You turn me on so much."
The sting of his hair being pulled shot straight to his dick and Kurt was holding him so he had no choice but to go deeper. Kurt was going to kill him.
They had shifted so that they lay sideways, Blaine curled around Kurt who was moving against him. But Blaine was getting so close and he wanted to watch Kurt come. He wanted to memorize every sound, every look just in case he never got the chance again. So after a few more quick thrusts, Blaine rolled out of Kurt's hold.
The noise Kurt made was half wild and he clutched in bewilderment behind him, but Blaine was already stretching over Kurt and scratching his teeth along his pale neck.
"Blaine?"
"I was getting a leg cramp," he lied and slid his hands down Kurt's arms to his hands. Squeezing once, he dropped them. "Is this okay?" He pulled Kurt's hips up roughly and slung his feet over his shoulders.
The shock dissolved from Kurt's face and was replaced by lust as he pulled Blaine down by his shoulders for a blistering kiss. Kurt pulled back, but they stayed nose to nose. "Only if you stay right here."
Blaine answered him with another kiss and pushed back inside Kurt who immediately wrapped his legs around Blaine's lower back and shoved him deeper.
Blaine's hands found Kurt's again and he began moving. This… this was so much better. He could see how every thrust made Kurt's eyes roll back in his head and how he nibbled the corner of his lip. Blaine watched every effect of pleasure flickering across Kurt's face and too soon felt his orgasm rushing closer. He redoubled his efforts, tilting Kurt's hips back further so that he could hit his prostate over and over.
Kurt cried out and scratched at Blaine's back and then clutched at his neck. His eyes were closed and sweat glistened along his face. "Don't stop, please Blaine. Right there. It feels so fucking good."
Blaine was close, so close, but he desperately tried to hold off until Kurt could come. "Open your eyes, sweetheart. I need to see you."
Kurt did and Blaine couldn't stop himself. They were open like the sky and a bottomless like the sea and Blaine was sinking and flying all at once. But then Kurt's nails dug into his neck and he cried out silently as he came hotly between them. Blaine had the presence of mind to stroke Kurt through it before he was coming inside Kurt with white hot intensity and it was all he could do to not collapse on him.
They both finally finished and Blaine rolled over to lay half on top of half beside Kurt.
Neither spoke for a few minutes, just trying to breathe and come down from their precipices.
Blaine stared at his ceiling, trying to play it cool, but inside he was giddy with the after effects of their love making. To smother any foolish smile, Blaine dug into his bedside table again and produced a few wipes, some of which he handed to a boneless Kurt. The designer mumbled his thanks and they cleaned up in silence. Blaine finished first and turned to Kurt who had seemingly wiped all his sexy bossiness away with the come. Blaine eyed the mark he had made on Kurt's shoulder and hips. Oops.
"You can stay," Blaine said as he kissed the shoulder mark and then Kurt's jaw. "We could have a nap and then I could make you come again like I promised."
Kurt smiled with regret. "I have to go. Remember the reason we can't be together? My friend probably thinks I'm dead in a ditch." He patted Blaine's face and sat up.
Blaine's heart sank. He had no one to blame but his own self though. This he couldn't just give up on. He had to try.
Kurt was already out of the bed and hunting down his clothes. He had to do something.
"I hope this doesn't make our professional relationship awkward in the future," Kurt said from the living room. He appeared in Blaine's doorway, buttoning up his shirt and tucking in into his pants. Watching Kurt dress wasn't nearly as nice as seeing him undress.
Blaine licked his lips. "Coffee! Tomorrow!"
Kurt stopped doing up his buttons and quirked an eyebrow at him. "What about coffee?"
"Me and you. Let's meet up and we can talk. About us."
"I don't think there's anything to talk about." Kurt went back to his buttons. "Besides, we both have to work—"
"Before work. There's a coffee shop close by your office." He blasted the puppy dog eyes at Kurt, hoping it would sway him, but he looked away quickly.
"Blaine, I don't know…"
"Fine. Let me just do it as a thank you for getting me the shoot."
He seemed to consider it, but still didn't quite seem convinced.
Now, Blaine was aware of his advantages and disadvantages. His ability to think of mean names for Dylan off the cuff? Advantage. His lack of filter and complete disregard for social etiquette in most situations? Disadvantage. His body? Obviously an advantage. Was it unfair to use it to get Kurt to agree to spend more time with him? Possibly, but Kurt was dressing and might not take him up on his offer again and might marry Asshole Adam and have a whole litter of poodles together. Desperate times.
Blaine relaxed his face and stretched his arms up into the air, allowing the blanket to slither off of his nude body. He left it there, walking up to Kurt without any shame at all. Triumph coursed through him at the hungry way Kurt was staring, buttons abandoned. Blaine stopped just out of reach of the other man, not attempting to hide his body in the least. Kurt met his eyes with an effort, his throat working.
"Come on, sweetheart," Blaine said, dropping his voice seductively as he rubbed a hand against his chest.
"Don't call me that," Kurt said weakly. He went back to his buttons, but it seemed to take a lot more time than it did before.
"You didn't seem to mind earlier when you were begging me to fuck you."
Kurt looked up sharply at that. Anger flared in his eyes momentarily, but then cooled. "Yeah, well… we aren't fucking now."
He turned to leave, but Blaine stepped into his path. They were close enough to kiss again. Kurt's skin was still angry from the biting and the kissing. He wanted to strip him and see the other marks again. He tilted his head. "Please, Kurt? I'm not trying to be an asshole. Just a cup of coffee. Or breakfast. Whatever you want. Please?"
He saw the moment he broke, the little jump the corner of his lip did and how his forehead relaxed. "Fine. I only have a few minutes and it's just one professional to another. This was a one time thing."
Blaine cheered and gave Kurt a big hug. He was just happy Kurt had agreed at first, but then Kurt hugged him back and then they kept hugging and then Blaine realized he was naked and then he was getting hard again so he stepped away before he was really ready too. Kurt was pink and he stared at his shoes as he gathered his things, but the cute little smile stuck on his face gave him away.
He left soon after that and Blaine had to sacrifice walking him out to stay naked so Kurt would have a image of it burned into his brain. It didn't stop Blaine from kissing him on the cheek quickly before he opened the door, however. He waited until Kurt's car had left and the clock ticking had grown to be the loudest thing in the room before he sighed and flopped onto the couch.
That had been one of the best sexual experiences of his life. That was occurring often when Kurt was involved, which was a little scary to think about exactly why that was. He wasn't sure what to do here, but all he knew was he wanted to be with Kurt. Did he know what that looked like? No, but he wasn't quite so opposed to the thought of a kid anymore.
Lyrics began to spring into his mind and he eagerly wrote down every idea. He was under no delusion now that Kurt was the knight in shining armor that woke up his creative Sleeping Beauty. He cursed when he remembered he was supposed to show Kurt his songs, but he didn't stay irritated with himself for getting sidetracked. It was just another excuse to see Kurt again.
He heard the door and his friends coming in and mumbled a greeting. Tina's shriek followed by Sam's reminded him that he had forgotten to dress and was sitting very naked on their shared couch.
Oops.
Sex warnings: Oral, rimming, biting, fingering, dirty talk, attempted spanking, anal, slightly rough sex.