Chapter 3
"Oh my God, Blaine. Can you please turn off that light?"
"I'm not Blaine, and I do not have the power to turn off the sun. It's nine o'clock, and we are supposed to be in the conference room by ten. You need to get your lazy ass outta bed," Elliott said with a small laugh when he pulled the blankets down to see Kurt, in a pair of way-too-short pajama pants. "Damn! I was hoping that you had done what you couldn't shut up about last night and squeezed your bony ass into that tiny leotard. I meant to come and check on you, but I was a little busy."
"You shut up," Kurt groaned, rubbing his temples as he walked to the bathroom, cringing when he saw the bodysuit and the empty bottle. "You're the reason that I got drunk and tried the stupid thing on in the first place. I was trying to figure out a slogan for it, and I decided to just try it on for myself, and I was right," he said as he stood slowly and looked in the mirror, grabbing the shaper. "This thing is made of a neoprene and lycra blend instead of cotton spandex knit. It needs a few tweaks. It's well-made, but it's extremely hot. I wouldn't want to wear it all day long. Besides, I feel like it makes my ass sag," Kurt whined.
"Your ass can't sag if you don't have an ounce of fat on it, but you reek, man. Go take a shower and brush your teeth. Blaine left some cronuts and some coffee," Elliott said, patting Kurt's shoulder.
"Wait, Blaine? Oh God!" Kurt's head fell into his hands. "I kissed him last night, and then I threw up on his shoes. He probably hates me."
"He doesn't hate you. He's pretty pissed at me though, for kicking you outta our room last night. That wasn't cool, and I'm sorry. I promise to not sexile you anymore."
Kurt smiled and blinked his eyes once more. "That's fine. I promise to never room with you again. Did you have a good night?"
"Hell yes, but I don't kiss and tell," Elliott smiled.
"Judging by that love bruise on your neck you're trying to hide, I'd say more than kissing happened," Kurt laughed.
"Yeah, maybe, but I don't wanna talk about that. I want to talk about you. You said that you kissed Blaine. What happened?"
"Nothing. He stopped it immediately." Kurt replied, slumping against the sink. "I threw myself at him, and then I puked on his shoes."
"So that was it? A kiss?
Kurt rubbed his head. "I think so. I might have tried to get him to come to bed, and he turned me down," Kurt admitted. "I'm such an idiot. I assaulted him, Elliott."
"You were drunk, and Blaine is pretty big on consent. If someone wants in his pants, alcohol is not the route to take. But you know that he won't let anything happen with you anyway. He will not hook up with a coworker. It's against his code."
"I screwed up. How do I fix this?" Kurt asked, shaking his head as he plopped back down on the bed.
"You get up, take a shower, and then let's got to that meeting so we can land this pitch tomorrow. We need to give him the support that he needs so that he can prove to his father that he has the leadership skills and the ability to eventually run this company," Elliott said simply.
Kurt cocked his eyebrow in confusion. "But I didn't think he wants to run the company.
"He doesn't. But he wants to make his father happy, and that's what his father was always talking about. Of course, he stopped after our team kept having failed pitches. It really got to Blaine. But you don't want to hear about this right now because you need to get cleaned up. I'll see you in the conference room after you wash the puke out of your hair."
"Oh god! I have upchuck in my hair?" Kurt groaned.
"Can't really tell because I don't intend to get that close," Elliott laughed. "Go shower and I'll see you in the conference room," Elliott said, as he patted Kurt on the shoulder.
The day was a disaster. They had been sitting for hours in one of the conference rooms, at the end of the hall on the same floor Blaine and Kurt were staying on, and they were stuck. Kurt's head was starting to throb again because the painkillers had worn off, and Rachel and Santana were yelling at each other again.
"Can we all just be honest and say that all of our ideas suck," Santana blurted after hours of failed pitch ideas.
"Let's just call it a night and hope that inspiration hits one of us in the morning," Tina whined, slumping into the chair beside Kurt's bed. "I'm so tired and we've got nothing!"
"I had the perfect slogan, but Hummel had to shut it down," Santana countered.
"We cannot say, "Body Formations; 'Cause even a lazy ass slob deserves to have a fine ass sometimes," Kurt sighed.
"Anderson, this is supposed to be your and Hummel's pitch. I say that we allow you two brilliant minds to come up with something. It's almost two, and we haven't even eaten lunch yet."
"That's the reason that we haven't landed a client in months. We are not giving up on this," Blaine said, laying his head on his hand in frustration.
"I don't see where we're getting anywhere, Blaine. All we have to have tomorrow is a slogan and a simple print ad," Rachel said.
"Yeah, and are you gonna pull that poster outta your ass, Berry, because we all saw that headband ad that you tried to create. I wanted to gag after looking at it for two seconds," Santana said heatedly.
"Well, it was better than that lip balm song you tried to write. What was it called? Trouty mouth?" Rachel nearly shouted back.
"What about my idea?" Elliott said. "We could just slap the tagline on a black and white print ad."
"We don't have a tagline," Nick countered. "Although I like Kurt's idea about using a play on the word shape. That one that you threw out there earlier wasn't bad. What was it? Body Formations: Shaping your body, shaping your day?"
"Yeah, but it doesn't feel right. I don't think that they'll go for it," Kurt said with an exasperated sigh.
"Body Formations: So you can have the perfect look, even if your body is less than perfect," Nick suggested.
Blaine nodded. "That's better. But I like the idea of using shape too. Let's regroup here. Tina, you said that you've used shapers before. Why?"
"Because I have curves, and sometimes they curve where they aren't supposed to," Tina admitted.
"Do they actually work?" Nick asked.
Both Tina and Kurt shook their heads.
"Either of you care to elaborate?" Nick questioned.
Kurt shrugged. "They kinda work. They reshape problem areas so clothes fit the way they are supposed to."
"But," Blaine prompted.
"But they aren't that comfortable," Tina said bluntly. "This one shapes and supports well, but it's hot."
"That's because it's made of a less expensive neoprene and lycra blend," Kurt explained. "Cotton knits tend to work just as well, but they don't feel like you're encased in a fire suit. However, I do agree with Tina that it works well. I'd change some minor things but nothing major."
"Wait Hummel! You actually squeezed your ass into that thing?" Santana asked.
"Why does that surprise you? Have you seen how tight he wears his pants?" Elliott asked. "They look amazing, man."
"I used to wear them all the time in high school, and even in college. I had baby fat a little later than most people," Kurt admitted. Kurt pulled out his phone and pulled up the photo of him in the leotard that he had showed Elliott in Blaine's office. "I have used products designed for women, men, and supposedly unisex shapers. Nothing worked. This one is a step in the right direction, and I have a chance to help market a shaper actually designed for men, marketed to men, and found in the men's department." Kurt huffed.
"So what's the problem?" Rachel asked.
"I'm stuck," Kurt answered honestly.
"No, I don't think you are. It's there, Kurt," Blaine encouraged.
"No, it's not," Kurt snapped, crossing his arms.
"Yes, it is. Kurt. You talked about wearing shapers. Why?" Blaine asked.
"Because maybe I don't have a body like a model, and I want to. I work out. I eat well. But it just hasn't happened yet," Kurt admitted.
"Body Formations: Shapewear for the perfectly imperfect," Blaine blurted.
"Oh my God, Blaine. That's it!" Rachel nearly shouted.
Tina chimed in. "I agree. I'll start on a poster right now. Elliott, do you remember the guy that you photographed for the Wonderbutt undies?"
"Sam? Yeah. He's back in New York, but I could call his agent as soon as we return. We don't have to have the whole ad yet. We just needed to give them a slogan. We could use stock photos for now. I could photoshop his face on someone else's body," Elliott suggested.
"Who? None of us are models," Nick replied, well, not anymore,"
"I disagree. Blaine rocked those control tights. I think he could do it," Tina suggested. "He has a great body.
"Uh, thank you," Blaine said awkwardly. "But I don't think I'm right for it. I think Kurt should do it."
Kurt glared at Blaine. "Why? Because I have to resort to using one in real life. You know what, fuck off, Blaine!" Kurt yelled, barging out of the room, Blaine running after him.
"I'd say it's a good time to break for lunch," Santana stated matter-of-factly
"Kurt!" Blaine shouted down the hallway. "Where are you going?"
"Why do you care?" Kurt hissed as he stormed toward Blaine's room. "I'm getting my things.
"Fine, but we need to talk." Blaine said as he unlocked the door with his keycard.
"No, we don't. You said plenty in there and last night," Kurt yelled as he started grabbing the products that he had left in the room from the previous evening, like his night facial cleansers and his charger.
"I couldn't say anything. You were drunk, and you were all over me," Blaine said defensively.
"Well, you won't ever have to worry about me throwing myself at you because I will never make that mistake again," Kurt screamed.
"You were drunk. I did the right thing, and you're yelling at me."
"Because apparently I'm the only one of us that needs a body shaper, and you feel the need to throw that in my face," Kurt cried. "I told you all of that in confidence, and you made a joke of it."
"I suggested you because you understand the product, you have passion for it, and no one could speak for it more eloquently than you," Blaine explained. "Besides, you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen. The line. It's you. Perfectly imperfect."
"What?" Kurt exclaimed, shocked at the words that had escaped Blaine's mouth.
"You are. Although you insist that you need a shaper, I know that watching just thirty seconds of you in that leotard made me come in my pants last week."
Kurt turned around so fast that he slammed into Blaine's chest. "Wait? You what? When?"
Blaine stepped back a little, his cheeks red, his heartbeat speeding up at his own admission."The tights, Kurt. That wasn't me taking initiative. That was me, late for a meeting and desperate to find a pair of pants because I came in mine like a pubescent boy."
"That video was a few years ago. I was chubby, my hair was all over the place, and I had chipmunk cheeks."
"I saw beautiful, pale skin, graceful, sharp movements, and a confident determination that just mesmerized me. You're stunning. You are unapologetically you, which is the reason that I thought you would be the perfect person for this ad," Blaine explained.
"I'm a mess who kissed you, propositioned you, then barfed all over your shoes."
"And even though you puked on me, I was still so captivated by how beautiful you were. I had to force myself to stop because I wanted you so bad, but not when you were drunk. Not like that," Blaine said softly.
"I'm so sorry, Blaine," Kurt said, dropping his head in shame. I was embarrassed earlier because I thought you were judging me." Kurt admitted, his head dropping to avoid Blaine's gorgeous puppy dog eyes.
Blaine shook his head. "I couldn't ever judge you. But even if I could, my judgment would find that you're beautiful, inside and out. I was thinking of how you've made my whole life better since we met. I was thinking that the friendship that we have is so amazing that I don't want to jeopardize it, but at the same time, I can't stop thinking about how I want to kiss you, to show you how beautiful I believe you are."
"Blaine," Kurt gasped. Blaine caressed Kurt's face and stepped in so that their chests were flush against one another, except for the smallest of spaces. Kurt closed the gap, kissing Blaine's lips passionately.
"So fuckin' beautiful," Blaine moaned, sucking on Kurt's bottom lip. When their tongues met, Kurt allowed himself to get lost in the taste and the feel of it all. They explored each other's mouths until Kurt felt Blaine's erection against his thigh. Kurt gasped, prompting Blaine to pull away only for Kurt to grab his face. "Nuh-uh," he growled." He led Blaine's hand down, down to feel his own erection. In an immediate response, Blaine started scattering kisses down Kurt's cheek, his jaw, and then down to his neck.
"Wanna show you," Blaine whispered, and then he continued kissing and sucking at Kurt's pale neck, paying special attention to the juncture where his neck met his jaw.
"Want you," Kurt purred, Blaine's hand palmed Kurt's hardness through his clothes, pulling at the fabric like it was poisonous.
"Off," Blaine ordered, as his fingers fumbled with the fly of Kurt's pants, as he continued to pepper kisses down Kurt's once milky, white neck.
"No marks, Blaine," Kurt whimpered. He fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, which he now cursed himself for putting on in the first place. Blaine started to trail his hands up to assist Kurt with said buttons but Kurt panted out, "Don't stop. Please."
"What do you want, beautiful?"Blaine asked, his hand continuing to palm Kurt's erection through his briefs. "Tell me."
"Your mouth. Can you please?" Kurt whimpered.
"Hell yes. I've wanted to taste you so bad," Blaine muttered, taking Kurt's hand and leading him over to the bed. "But I want to take my time. Lay down, gorgeous."
Kurt obliged, unbuttoning the final button on his shirt, allowing the garment to drop haphazardly to the sheet. He fell back on the bed beneath him. "Blaine, no time. They'll be back from lunch soon," Kurt answered, reaching over and sliding Blaine's blazer off of his shoulders.
"Door's locked. But I'll send them a message that you got sick again and need to rest. Besides, I don't think anyone besides Rachel ever shows up early after we break for lunch. Hell, we're fortunate if Santana returns at all. We have a little time, and I'm going to need it just to peel back all of these layers," Blaine laughed, removing Kurt's undershirt just to find a shaper underneath that.
"See. I told you that what you saw wasn't really me, and I guess that's the reason I was so stuck," Kurt sighed. "It's the shaper that makes me seem desirable to you."
Blaine gripped Kurt's face and kissed him passionately. "No."
"No?"
"It's what's inside, and everything else. It's you. Just all of you," Blaine said assuringly. "Your body's just a bonus."
"I-uh, I have to take this off then. It's kinda hard to-"
"Kinda hard is not how I would describe it. Rock hard is what I'd call it," Blaine laughed, "and this. It's fuckin' hot, Kurt. Want it off of you."
"Sorry it takes so long to remove'," Kurt chuckled, slipping the straps off of his shoulders, finally revealing his well-defined, porcelain skin, "I'll have to add a zipp-" Kurt's sentence ended in a gasp when Blaine sucked a now exposed nipple into his mouth.
"Allow me to prove otherwise," Blaine said with a smile. He slid the rest of the top down and immediately sucked the other nipple into his mouth.
"Holy shit, Blaine," Kurt cried, writhing and moaning from the way Blaine flicked his tongue around the hard nub, pausing only to transition back to the other nipple.
"Love the sounds you make," Blaine said. He continued to explore Kurt's upper body with kisses and licks as he slid from the bed and dropped to his knees, Kurt following him so that he was now standing up beside the bed.
"Tickles," Kurt giggled when Blaine swirled his tongue in Kurt's belly button. "Don't tease."
"I'm not gonna," Blaine said, nuzzling his face into the little patch of hair right above his waistband. "Gonna rock your world," Blaine said, popping the button on Kurt's slacks. Blaine grabbed the waistband of the unbuckled pants and started to push them down when a chuckle escaped his lips. "Both top and bottom?"
"Yes, I'm a switch." Kurt answered.
"I meant, you wear both pieces? I thought those were just briefs. How the hell do you move so gracefully in all those clothes?" Blaine asked. He playfully slipped a finger under the waistband of the shaper and stretched the band a little.
"Practice," Kurt laughed. He stood up and slid the rest of the shaper down his body effortlessly, leaving him standing there in only a tight pair of bikini briefs. "Yours too."
"I was just gonna focus on you."
Kurt shook his head. "Nope, that's not how I play. I intend to return the favor."
Blaine wasn't going to argue. He unbuttoned his slacks and let them fall to the floor before he pulled his shirt over his head, adding it to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. Then, he pulled kneeled back down and began mouthing at Kurt's underwear.
"Dammit, Blaine! Stop being a tease."
"Ok," Blaine said, sliding the tight briefs halfway down Kurt's legs, immediately grabbing Kurt's cock, and licking the head once, and then once more.
Kurt's head jerked back as Blaine continued to lick the head, tasting every millimeter. "Please!" Kurt panted.
At that request, Blaine sunk his mouth over Kurt's entire length. He squeezed Kurt's ass, bringing him closer as he moved his head, forward and back, forward and back until Kurt was a writhing mess. He turned his attention to Kurt's balls, rubbing them and sucking Kurt's dick like it was his favorite new popsicle.
"Close," Kurt gasped when Blaine sucked one of Kurt's balls into his mouth and jerked his cock tightly in his fist. Blaine immediately returned his mouth to Kurt's dick, opening wide so that he felt the tip hit the back of his throat. That's all it took, and Kurt spilled down his lover's throat, Blaine taking every last drop and pulling off with a pop. Kurt immediately fell back on the bed, still blissed. "God, Blaine. You're good at that."
"Thanks, I guess. It's nice to be told that I'm good at something," Blaine said as he lay beside Kurt.
"Blaine," Kurt said, turning to face Blaine and kissing his lips softly. "You are good at so many things. I'm sorry if you don't get told that much, but you are. You're an amazing composer, and you are a natural leader with our team. That slogan earlier. That was all you."
"No, that was a collaborative effort," Blaine shrugged, "although some of them weren't much help. I'd say that we did it together."
"And I say that if that was so successful, we need to do a few more things together, starting with me returning the favor," Kurt said, nuzzling his face down to Blaine's still hard erection.
"Actually, I want you to fuck me," Blaine blurted.
"Hell yes!" Kurt practically shouted. "But you made me suffer for ages while you took your sweet time on me, so I'm going to tease the hell outta you first," Kurt grinned wickedly. He sucked one of Blaine's nipples into his mouth, while palming Blaine's erection with one hand, and tracing that thick vein of Blaine's dick with his other.
"I'll never last if you do that. Already close."
"Then, we'll just have to go an extra round, Anderson," Kurt said, sliding down Blaine's body and immediately sinking his mouth over Blaine's shaft.
"Holy shit!" Blaine cried as he came, catching Kurt by surprise, as some of the white, pearly liquid splashed his cheek. He swallowed the rest down and wiped off his cheek with a tissue.
"Told ya," Blaine laughed. "That was over mighty quick."
"Well, then, we can just start round two," Kurt laughed, as he slid his hand over Blaine's ass, daringly allowing a finger to dip between Blaine's cheek.
"Damn, Kurt. Already?"
"Already? I've been wanting to do that since we met," Kurt giggled as he rolled Blaine's body over, so that he was behind him, kissing the back of his neck and down his shoulder as he caressed one of Blaine's cheeks. "Do you have supplies? I have lube, but I didn't bring condoms."
"I have condoms," Blaine blurted. "Lube too."
"Oh, were you planning on this?" Kurt teased.
"No, but a man has needs. And I'm nothing if I'm not prepared," Blaine replied, opening the bedside drawer and retrieving a condom and a small bottle of lube. "Besides, I do believe that you propositioned me. Twice."
"Did you want to argue on who asked who or did you want me to fuck you?" Kurt smirked, popping the lid on the lube and squirting it liberally on his hand. "Speaking of prepared, I need to get you ready," Kurt stated, jerking his own erection with one hand while he squirted some lube on his other fingers. "Are you rea-"
All of a sudden, Blaine's ringtone started blaring.
"I'm in love with your body. I'm in love with the shape of you."
"Oh my God, Blaine! That's it! I got it!" Kurt said, dropping the bottle of lube, and practically bouncing up off the bed. " I know what the ad should be," he said, grabbing his clothes and slipping his underwear back on.
Blaine was left sitting on the bed, dumbfounded. "Kurt?"
"Raincheck, Blaine. Come on. Get dressed. And call back whoever that was," Kurt said, heading to the bathroom. "I'm gonna wash up real quick and I'll see you back in a minute.
"Dammit," Blaine sighed, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear from the dresser and pulling them on, and going to the closet to get some clean clothes.
"Blaine, no! You gotta put the other ones back on. The others will notice, especially Santana."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Kurt, what was this? What are we doing?"
"We're going to land this campaign," Kurt said simply. "We'll talk about it everything else after we get this ad put together, ok? I promise."
Blaine nodded his head and slipped on his pants, his head swimming with confusion as he grabbed his phone to see who he had missed the call from earlier. It was his father. Blaine sighed and hit the send button.
"How's it going, Blaine? We need this account. I don't have to remind you that this is your chance. Your shot to show that you can lead a team."
"Yes, dad. We have it. I'll send you a copy of the ad as soon as we have it finished. We've got it under control."
"Do you? You said that before, and the accounts have slipped through your fingers," his dad reminded him.
"Trust me. We're ready " he said, as the shower shut off in the bathroom. "Dad, I gotta go, but we've got this under control," Blaine assured his father as he hung up the phone, although he knew that was the biggest lie he'd ever told.
Notes: Please review. I'd love to hear your thoughts.
