DISILLUSIONED: having lost one's ideas, illusions, or false ideas about someone or something; disenchanted.
A/N: I am so sorry this was late. I had a very important Zoom call last night, and work was insane, so I didn't get a chance to write. Hopefully, you'll get two chapters today as work isn't quite as hectic.
They looked into each other's eyes, and before either of them knew it, their lips were touching. Their souls fused a little more with that kiss, and Kurt was so overcome with this moment and the love he had for Blaine that he didn't think about what had happened the last time he'd sung that song. Everything that mattered in this world and any other was this moment right now, with the man in front of him.
How long the kiss lasted, neither man cared. Time, their surroundings, other people… None of that mattered right now. Their worlds swirled around each other in this moment.
When they finally parted, it was with a mutual gasp. Neither one realized how out of breath they were, and they were relishing in the deep connection they could now feel. They looked into each other's eyes, both seeing only love and trust and forever reflected back at them.
"What's next on the tour?" Kurt asked cheekily.
"The pool?" Blaine offered.
"I don't have any swim trunks," Kurt answered, knowing full well that Blaine would lend him some.
Blaine looked down at the ground and then back up at Kurt through is lashes. "I have some I think would work for you. Or…"
"Or what?" Kurt asked with a smirk.
"Or… We could go without," Blaine suggested.
"Hmmm..." Kurt pretended to think. "Are you trying to get me naked, Mr. Anderson?"
"Hell yes, I am," Blaine answered. "Have you seen you naked?"
Kurt laughed at that. "I have, as a matter of fact. And if that's what it takes to get you naked, I'm all on board."
Blaine raised up on his toes a little to kiss Kurt. The kiss was now full of hunger and desire, something that Kurt's kiss back hopefully reflected, his similar sentiments.
"And… Baby… Fuck," Kurt cursed, trying to get out a question. He was having difficulty since Blaine's lips were now on his neck.
Blaine stopped when Kurt stopped talking. "What is it?"
"Nobody's going to be on the island today, right? I mean, are any of the workers coming today?"
"Not today," Blaine answered. "I messaged them both earlier and told them that, until I tell them otherwise, I'll take care of checking up on things and cleaning up after myself. They'll still get paid, of course. I just wanted to spend some time with you without interruptions."
"Gods, I love you," Kurt said and attached his lips once more to Blaine's.
"Pool. Naked. Please," Blaine panted out between kisses.
Kurt didn't need to hear any more, and they rushed out of the house like two teenagers afraid to get caught making out, giddily laughing the entire way. When they got to the pool, they both stripped off their clothes, threw them onto one of the lounger chairs, and dove into the deeper end. Both of them knew if they didn't get into the water as soon as possible, the fiery chemistry between them would burst, and they'd end up having their first time right there on the concrete.
As they both emerged to the surface of the water, they made eye contact, and that was all it took. Thankfully, they were in a part of the pool where they could touch because, with that one look, they were in each other's arms, their lips finding the others in practiced ease. Their bare chests touched for the first time, and both men moaned into the other's mouth at the sensation. Next, their hips touched, and Kurt broke the kiss.
"How much do you want?" he asked. He had to know how far was too far because the energy crackling between them was almost suffocating.
"Not all the way," Blaine answered. "Not yet. Just… I just want to feel you against me. You feel so good, Kurt."
That's all Kurt needed to hear, and he reattached their lips. Kurt maneuvered Blaine to the side of the pool. He wanted leverage to bring the amazing man in front of him to the best orgasm he'd ever had, and he wasn't sure the middle of the pool was conducive to that. When they got to the side of the pool, Kurt grabbed under Blaine's thighs, and Blaine automatically wrapped his legs around Kurt's waist. Kurt kept one arm behind Blaine so he didn't rub his back on the smooth, concrete.
Kurt then began rutting against Blaine with abandon, trapping his love's flushed, hard cock between them. With the arm he wasn't using to hold Blaine up, he slid it slowly down Blaine's back to his waist and eventually to his plump, bare behind. Blaine moaned and nodded his head, fully okay with where he hoped the half-elf was going.
With that approval, Kurt's fingers continued downward until they met Blaine's warm hole.
"Fuuuuccckkkk," Blaine moaned and leaned his head back, fully aware not to throw it back due to the concrete behind him.
This exposed his neck, and Kurt started licking and nipping on it, though not enough to leave a mark. That was a discussion they hadn't had, and he didn't want to stop anything he was doing to have it. As he rutted harder, his index finger danced around Blaine's warm hole, pressing against it though not in. He removed his finger—causing Blaine to groan in protest—and put it in his mouth, coating it with his spit—causing Blaine to moan obscenely—before quickly putting it back where it was and pressing in ever so slightly.
"Please. Please. Please. Please. Please," Blaine chanted.
Kurt could tell he was close. He had watched him closely when he came earlier that morning, wanting to learn his tells. Blaine babbled when he was getting close, and there was no other description for what he was doing right now. Kurt pushed his finger in a little more, and that was all it took for Blaine to scream out Kurt's name as he moved his own body against Kurt's, almost as if he couldn't tell what felt better—his cock trapped against Kurt's stomach or Kurt's finger inside of him.
Seeing Blaine fall apart was all it took for Kurt to cum, too.
"NNNNNGGGGGGG…" was all he could say as he came harder than he had that morning. Still, he was trying to hold Blaine and work him through his orgasm.
Kurt eased his finger out of Blaine moments later and held him tight with both arms as their breathing turned from pants to more even to slow.
"Kurt," Blaine said. "There's cum floating in the pool."
They both busted up laughing at the fact.
"Want to keep swimming or get out and dry off in the sun?" Kurt asked with a sweet kiss to Blaine's nose.
"Mmmm…" Blaine hummed, loving the post orgasm feeling he was currently having. "Let's get out and dry off. Then we can make a little picnic and take it down to by the water and lay in the hammock."
"That sounds perfect, love," Kurt said, and the two of them got out of the pool on shaky legs and then cuddled up in one of the loungers to dry off under the afternoon sun.
As they watched the sunset from the hammock on the beach, both men were eternally grateful for the paradise they were currently living in. They hoped that they'd never become disillusioned with it either, as this was the start of this life together, and it would always be special to them, no matter where their lives took them.