Hello! Yes, I'm alive and no, this story has not been abandoned. I won't go into a bunch of explanations. I'll just let you get to reading.
The boys are on vacation, so they have time to relax, talk and screw. Warnings for Blaine being manipulative, sex toys, public sex and Telio angst.
Chapter 27
The morning sun shone bright and warm as the light danced across Kurt's face waking him. He yawned and stretched his legs before quietly climbing out of bed being careful not to wake Blaine. He used the bathroom and slid on a pair of shorts before slipping out of the bedroom and on to the beach.
Kurt closed his eyes and breathed in the sea air. The sun felt so good on his skin. Warm, comforting and healing. Normally he was hyper vigilant about protecting his skin from the sun, but something about this particular sun didn't scare him. This sun seemed gentle and friendly.
Safe.
Since arriving on the island he'd woken up early every morning to watch the sunrise. He played in the waves along the beach before finding a spot in the soft sand to sit and allow the sun's warmth to seep into his skin, melting away all the bad things that happened that summer, completing his body's healing process.
They arrived in Belize four days earlier. From the main island they'd taken a small boat to a private island called Cayo Essana where they were greeted by a young man named Michelangelo.
"Welcome. Anything you want or need is my honor to provide."
"Thank you. Did you receive our list?" asked Blaine.
Michelangelo nodded. "Yes. Everything is prepared. If anything is not to your liking I will correct the situation immediately."
Kurt was puzzled. "List?"
Blaine smiled and took his hand. "Come on." Michelangelo and the boat captain collected their luggage as Blaine excitedly dragged Kurt up a slight hill towards the house.
"Blaine, slow down. Why are you…oh…oh wow."
Kurt was speechless as Blaine pulled him through the front door and into the middle of the house. It was a large open floor plan with beautiful dark wood floors throughout, a large modern kitchen, dining room, great room, and bedroom all surrounded by windows providing views of the beach.
Kurt slowly turned in a circle. "Oh, wow. This…this is just…I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful."
"Have you looked in a mirror lately?"
Kurt smiled. "You're sweet, but this…this is really something."
Blaine spun him around and planted a kiss on his lips. "Welcome to our vacation, gorgeous."
After placing their luggage in the bedroom and checking the kitchen to make sure it was fully stocked with everything from Blaine's list, Michelangelo wrote down his phone number on a pad on the counter. He looked at them with a serious expression. His tone was somber.
"Belize is a beautiful country, and I believe you will find the people friendly and welcoming, but I must warn you to be careful. My country is not as…advanced as America regarding homosexuality. It's illegal to be gay in Belize."
Kurt was alarmed, but Blaine just nodded. "Yeah, I know. I did some research. We'll be careful. Discreet."
"Good. Well, I will leave you to paradise. The motor boat is docked on the side of the house. Full tank of gas, ready to go. If you need anything, anything at all, please call."
Kurt suddenly felt uneasy. "We're here alone?" Blaine nodded.
Kurt didn't say anything else, not wanting to speak in front of Michelangelo. Instead he watched Blaine walk Michelangelo down to the waiting boat, shake his hand and wave goodbye. He hurried back towards Kurt, a huge smile on his face. "Finally, finally, finally just you and me."
"Is it safe for us to be here alone?"
Blaine laughed. "Unless you've suddenly become an undercover informant for Chartussi, I'm sure I'm safe. We're safe."
"But, what if someone followed us here, or knows we're here? We're all alone with no guns or protection, or Telio and…"
Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's lips. "Come on, gorgeous. You know me better than that." Blaine led Kurt into the kitchen and showed him a large rifle sitting on the shelf of the pantry. There were two handguns hidden in each nightstand in the bedroom, several large rifles tucked under the bed, and of course, two guns under the bathroom sink.
"The list I sent Michelangelo included more than just our favorite foods."
Kurt nodded approvingly. "Okay, this makes me feel better." Blaine laughed. Wow. What a difference a few months make. Hard to believe Kurt once tried to break up with him because of a gun hidden in his bathroom.
They were both tired from travelling, so after taking a long shower and eating a salad for dinner they went to bed. The next morning Kurt woke early. He sat in the still darkness listening to the tide ebb and flow before deciding to go out to watch the sunrise. He tried to wake Blaine to join him, but Blaine rolled over and continued to sleep. He looked so peaceful that Kurt decided to let him rest.
Blaine ended up resting for the next three days.
Despite his initial excitement, Blaine fell into a pattern of sleeping for hours, waking only to eat, use the bathroom, and mumble apologies to Kurt for sleeping so much.
"I'm sorry, Kurt. I'm not making this a very fun vacation. I don't understand why I'm so tired."
"You're tired because you need rest. Believe me, I understand. My body did the same thing, remember? When I came to stay with you after the kidnapping? Think about it. This is the first time you've been able to really rest without interruptions. All those stupid dinners, and then everything with your mom. You've been going, and going, and going for months. Your mind and body need a break. Don't worry about me. This is a wonderful vacation. Everything is relaxing and beautiful. I'm fine, I'm enjoying myself, and I'm happy. I'm happy being here with you, and it's nice to have time to just sit and think."
"What are you thinking about?"
Kurt shrugged. "I don't know. Everything and nothing."
Blaine wanted to press but he was too tired.
On the fifth morning Blaine woke up just in time to see Kurt slip out of their room and head down to the beach. He lay there for a few minutes before rising to follow him. He watched as Kurt ran into the water before diving in and swimming out. Blaine felt a slight pulse of fear as he watched Kurt going further and further out to sea, but relaxed when Kurt turned and seemed to effortlessly ride a wave back towards shore. He walked out to greet him pulling him into a kiss. They hadn't been intimate since arriving, but now a rush of passion raced up their spines. Blaine couldn't get enough of the taste of Kurt's mouth, and Kurt felt the longing ache that had lay dormant for days rising to the surface, eager for the touch, kiss, squeeze and press of Blaine. Blaine moaned in Kurt's ear.
"Lie down."
Kurt shook his head. "No, we should go inside."
"Why? There's no one here but us. Don't you wanna have hot sex on the beach?"
"As sexy as it sounds the reality is not that great. Sand goes everywhere. We'll end up with sand in places one really doesn't want sand."
Blaine pulled back slightly. "Why do you sound like you've had experience with this before?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I just know how sand works."
Blaine stepped closer and gently placed a hand on either side of Kurt's neck. The squeeze was slight but enough to send Kurt's insides soaring and swirling.
"Good because this…"Blaine slipped his hand into Kurt's shorts and wrapped it firmly around his cock. "…this is mine." Kurt swallowed hard and focused on remaining upright. Blaine let go just long enough to step back and pull down Kurt's shorts. Kurt stepped out and then gasped as Blaine wrapped his hand tight around his cock and pulled. "Come." Blaine started walking towards the house pulling Kurt along by his cock. Kurt tried to protest, but Blaine tightened his grip and quickened his pace. Kurt whimpered and quickly followed.
They spent the rest of the morning in bed. Blaine's lips traced every curve and crevice of Kurt's body, followed by his fingertips. Their lovemaking was slow and leisurely. Kurt tumbled down a warm rabbit hole of sensual bliss created by Blaine's slow, smooth thrusts coupled with constant whispering in his ear.
"I love you, Kurt. So fucking much. You know why I call you gorgeous? Because you are the absolute definition of gorgeous. Your hair…your skin…your voice…your lips… and making love to you…perfect. Your ass is perfect. Your everything is perfect. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy…so fucking happy…"
K&B&K&B
In the early afternoon they moved from the bed to the kitchen to feed the other kind of hunger. Kurt fixed a tray of assorted cheese and crackers, while Blaine cut up fruit and chose a bottle of wine. They lay a blanket on the beach away from the tide and ate in comfortable silence until Kurt decided to share his thoughts of the past four days.
"Blaine, are you coming back to school in the fall?"
"I told you before, Kurt. I don't know."
"I think you do."
Blaine stared at the water. "I'd like to. My father always wanted me to finish, but…I just don't see how I can do it."
"I'll help you."
Blaine's smile was appreciative yet melancholy. "Thanks, Kurt, but you'll be too busy with your own schoolwork."
"I wasn't talking about schoolwork."
Blaine shifted his gaze from the water to Kurt. Kurt's jaw was set with his familiar stubborn determination. Blaine slowly shook his head.
"If you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, the answer is no. That's not an option. You know nothing about business and…"
"I can learn."
Blaine shook his head. "No way, Kurt. You're not learning…I don't want you anywhere near anything. I'm not letting you get involved…"
"I'm already involved, Blaine! I'm involved with you, so I'm involved. Let me help you."
"No. Absolutely not."
"Why not?"
"You know nothing about weapons smuggling, or money laundering, or running crews, but besides that, if you think I'm going to put you in even more danger by letting you fall deeper into my world you're crazy."
"How much deeper could I possibly go? I've already been kidnapped, beaten, shot at, almost raped. I've murdered three people. What's left? I think I've passed the initiation test."
"That wasn't a test! That was hell! That was me fucking up and breaking my promise to protect you! Well, I'm not fucking up again. I'm never letting what happened this summer happen again. You're not getting involved! Ever! You're my boyfriend, my lover, one day my husband! Not my consigliere!"
"But I could be. I could be your partner."
Blaine physically recoiled at Kurt's words. "My…are you crazy? Do you really think…can you imagine what your father would say? Forget what he would say. What he would do to me if he found out I pulled you into this business? Further into the life that already almost got his son killed? He'd blow my brains out and he'd be right to do it!"
"It's not up to him! This is up to me and I'm telling you that I want in! I've been thinking about it the past few days, and…let's be honest, Blaine. You're not going to walk away from this. It's your birthright. Your inheritance. Your obligation, and…you love this world. You like wielding all this power and control. You like the money, and…and I think you like having others fear you. This is your life and if I'm going to be with you it has to become my life too."
Blaine stood up and towered over Kurt. "No, it doesn't! It doesn't, Kurt! When we get back, before school starts, I'm taking Chartussi out once and for all. I'm destroying him and taking over New York. I'm making it safe for you, and for me. I'm destroying my enemies."
"And what happens when another Chartussi comes after you? Didn't you tell me that Andersons are always in danger? It's never going to end, Blaine! Never!"
"I can handle it. I can control it."
Kurt stood up. "I know you can, but let me help you. Teach me like you taught me how to shoot a gun. Let me be your partner."
"No! You will be my husband just like my mother was my father's wife!"
Kurt's eyes narrowed in anger. "Your father's wife? Is that how you see me? As your wife?"
"Did I say wife? I said husband. You will be my husband."
"Your husband that does what, Blaine? Sits at home and waits for you like your mother sat and waited for your father?"
"No, of course not. You'll be…performing on Broadway, or whatever it is you want to do."
"I want to work by my husband's side, in my husband's business."
"No! No! That's not happening, Kurt! Ever! So, just stop it!"
"Blaine…"
"NO!" Blaine grabbed Kurt's shoulders. "No! Never! I never…I can't risk you, Kurt. I can't…this summer…I never, ever want to feel the way I felt this summer. The fear…the guilt…thinking that…that I might never see you again. Knowing that you were in trouble because of me. Not knowing what was being done to you. I know what people in my world are capable of doing because I've seen it and…and…I've done it myself. I know you were almost raped, and that would've been horrible, but…that's not the only horrible thing that could've happened to you, Kurt. The things people do in this business out of revenge, punishment, to create fear and control…its sick, Kurt. It's a violence you can't imagine. I never again wanna sit with my head filled with images of you hanging somewhere being tortured. I can't go through that again. I can't risk you. I can't. I can't and I won't."
The anguish in Blaine's eyes silenced Kurt. Blaine took Kurt's hands in his and brought them to his lips for a gentle kiss.
"I need you, Kurt, but not as part of my criminal world. You rescue me from that world. From that part of my life. You're my refuge…you revive me and give me strength to handle everything. Don't you see? I need you, but not in the day to day criminal bullshit. You're my oasis from all of that. My happy place. My sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. Don't you know dear, how much I love you? Please, Kurt…don't take my sunshine away."
The mix of love, anguish and desperation in Blaine's voice broke Kurt's heart.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean…I just want to help you."
"You do help me, Kurt. I'd go crazy without you. Without you…I'd lose my mind." Blaine kissed him urgently. Kurt gave in and allowed himself to be swept into Blaine's passion. "I love you, Blaine. I love you so much."
Blaine spoke between kisses. "I know you do, gorgeous. I know. Just don't ever stop." Blaine's voice slipped into singing. "I'll always love you and make you happy. If you will only say the same." Blaine slid his hands around Kurt's neck and squeezed tight enough to cause Kurt's eyes to widen as he dug his nails into Blaine's shoulder. The anguish in Blaine's eyes and the desperation in his voice was replaced with dark desire and a dominant tone as he continued to quietly sing.
"But if you leave me to love another, you'll regret it all one day."K
K&B&K&B
The next morning the boys headed for the mainland of Ambergris Caye. Kurt watched as Blaine expertly steered the small motorboat into the harbor and secured it to the dock.
"How do you know how to handle a boat?"
"My dad took me with him on gun pickups a few times. It's actually pretty easy since this is just a small motorboat. Not sure I could handle anything bigger."
"Your father took you with him to pick up guns?"
"Yeah. They were just pickups from other families. No real danger."
They strolled through the main town of San Pedro exploring the small shops and bakeries. Kurt picked out a handcrafted necklace and bracelet for Carol, but couldn't figure out anything for his dad.
"How about chocolate?" suggested Blaine as they sat in the Belize Chocolate Company sipping milkshakes.
"I don't want to encourage bad eating, but this chocolate is amazing."
"And healthier. They don't ship, but we could take some back with us."
"Maybe. I'll put it on the list."
They continued wandering around until the early evening. They enjoyed a delicious meal at one of the restaurants and then headed back to their island.
After a shared shower, Kurt stood in front of the open bedroom doors and stared out into the darkness. Blaine came up behind him and slipped his arms around his waist.
"You know quiet Kurt is my least favorite Kurt."
"Why is that?"
"Because it usually means you're thinking too hard."
"You don't want me to think?"
"I don't want you to worry, or stress, especially here."
Moments of silence ticked by as Kurt considered the question that had been on his mind all day. Did he really want to ask? Did he really want to know?
Yes. Yes, I do.
"Yesterday you said that getting raped would have been horrible, but there are other horrible things that could have happened to me. You said it's a violence I could never imagine. That what people do in this business is sick, and you know because…because you've done it yourself. What did you mean by that? What have you done, Blaine?"
Blaine thought about how he'd ordered Carl's hands cut for stealing and challenging him at his first family meeting as boss...how he'd whipped Max for being a traitor…Sammy swinging from the ceiling with a brick tied between his legs…
"Why is Luther in the hospital, Blaine? What did you do to him?"
Blaine stepped away from Kurt and sat down on the bed. He ran his hands over his face and through his hair. "Why are you asking me this, Kurt?"
"Because I want to know. I want to know what you did that was so horrible you consider it worse than being raped."
Blaine blew out a breath and shook his head. "We're not having this conversation. I don't even understand where you're coming from. Didn't you tell me a few weeks ago that you weren't going to let my world and my life dictate yours? You were going to New York, to NYADA, whether I wanted you to or not. What happened to that?"
"And I still plan to go, but that doesn't mean I can't help you get through this school year."
"It doesn't work like that, Kurt. You can't ever be seen as being a part of the business. You have to keep the position of being just my boyfriend. My lover. You're already a target because of that. I'm hoping you'll have the same protections given to wives, but even that's doubtful because you're a man. If you cross the line from being my lover to being seen as an active member of the Anderson family…you'll lose what little protection you have. I can't let that happen."
Kurt crossed his arms and fixed a piercing stare on Blaine. "You haven't answered my question. Why is Luther in the hospital?"
"Because I beat the shit out of him. Happy?"
"Tell me exactly what you did."
Blaine stood up and walked outside on to the small patio off of their room. He stopped at the edge and looked out into the dark night covering the ocean. He couldn't make out the water, but he could hear the ebb and flow of the tide. He wasn't going to lie, but he didn't want to tell the truth. Kurt had already accepted so much about him. When would it be too much?
"Please tell me what you did?"
Blaine turned around and stared into Kurt's eyes. They were full of determination, but Blaine could see the hint of fear. Kurt's fear always turned him on. His voice turned smooth, relaxed and very conversational.
"Well, first Telio kicked his ass in the house. In the dining room to be exact. Then Vince and Elian dragged him outside and hung him from the ceiling of the barn. Then I whipped him with a special whip called a knout. It's an especially cruel whip made of rawhide with metal wire woven in. I beat him within inches of his life and then I poured gasoline all over his body. I dumped a bag of manure all over him and left him lying on the floor of the barn. Honestly, I'm not sure how he got to the hospital. I'm assuming my mother rescued him."
Kurt stood speechless and stunned with his mouth hanging open. Blaine smiled wickedly.
"Don't stand there with your mouth open like that, Kurt. It makes me want to feed you my cock."
Kurt shut his mouth and swallowed. He was wracked with conflicting emotions. Shock. Fear.
Arousal.
Why am I aroused? What the hell is wrong with me?
Blaine's smile turned predatory and lustful as he sensed Kurt's emotional struggle.
"What's the matter, gorgeous? Struggling to reconcile your desire for me with your disgust at my actions."
Blaine took a step forward.
Kurt took a step back.
"Stop it, Blaine."
"Stop what?"
"Stop…scaring me."
Blaine smiled. "Am I scaring you, or are you scaring yourself?"
Blaine took another step forward.
Kurt didn't move.
"You're turned on, aren't you?"
Kurt shook his head. "N-no. I-I'm…"
"You're horny, but you don't understand why. You know you should be upset with me, or mad, or…something, but instead you're turned on and horny as hell. How is that possible, Kurt?"
Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head. He didn't have any words. He didn't have an argument. Right or wrong he was turned on tight as a drum and every submissive nerve in his body was awake and tingling. Blaine took another step forward and slipped his hand down Kurt's pants. Kurt was rock hard and throbbing. Blaine smiled and whispered.
"See gorgeous. I told you, you were perfect. Perfect for me. Only perfect sunshine could still glow after what I just told you. You're definitely mine, gorgeous."
Blaine pulled him into a demanding kiss. Kurt kissed back just as strong, tangling his fingers in Blaine's curls and pulling him closer. They continued to kiss as they made their way back inside the bedroom. They fell onto the bed in a tangle of kisses and touches. Kurt's questions and concerns evaporated. He would dissect this later. For now he wanted and he wanted badly.
Blaine rolled him over on to his back and pinned his hands on either side of his head. He leaned in and licked Kurt's neck before nuzzling in and whispering.
"Hearing my stories of torture makes you horny, Kurt. Wow. That is so fucking delicious. I just…I'm not quite sure what to make of that, but it definitely calls for something special."
Blaine rolled off of Kurt and walked over to his bag. He pulled out the wrist-to-ball restrainer.
"I believe you owe me some time in this?" Kurt shuddered and slowly nodded. Blaine nodded along with him. "Yes, and we have nothing but time, gorgeous."
Kurt concentrated on breathing as Blaine carefully locked him in the restrainer and pushed him to his knees. Blaine sat down on the bed, slipped off his shorts and Kurt immediately took his cock in his mouth and began bobbing up and down, the motion creating an automatic pull on his balls making him whine as he sucked. Blaine allowed himself to get as close as possible to erupting before pulling Kurt off. Kurt lay his head on Blaine's thigh and practically purred as Blaine stroked his hair. After a few minutes of rest, Blaine guided Kurt back to his throbbing cock and started the cycle again finally exploding in Kurt's mouth. Blaine fell back on to the bed in satiated bliss. Kurt returned his head to Blaine's thigh, closed his eyes, and tried to remain as still as possible to avoid pulling his balls. Every jostle make his cock stand even more achingly erect. After a few minutes Blaine sat up and helped Kurt stand in front of him. He studied Kurt's cock.
"It really is beautiful, Kurt, but I think I want you locked up after tonight. I think you'd look absolutely exquisite with your cock locked in a cage while wearing the restrainer. Just imagine how that will feel."
Kurt swayed at the thought and Blaine placed his hands firmly on his waist to steady him. "Yes, we'll definitely have to do that, but for now I have something else in mind."
Blaine helped Kurt kneel on the bed. He grabbed a bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount into Kurt's ass. Kurt relaxed slightly as he figured Blaine was about to fuck him, and as torturous as it was, getting fucked while his cock and balls were restrained was also amazing. He took solace in how explosive his orgasm was the last time.
Kurt relaxed even further when Blaine released the strap locking his balls and writs together. He groaned appreciatively when Blaine pushed two fingers inside him and began to stretch followed by two more. Then Blaine sat up and dangled something in front of him. Kurt let out a quiet mewl of desperation when he saw what Blaine was holding.
"Open your mouth, Kurt. The wetter the better."
Kurt obediently opened his mouth and began to lick and suck on the string of five balls. His pulse was racing as he remembered the last time Blaine managed to push all five balls inside him. The memory made him suck even more, trying to get them as wet as possible.
After a minute Blaine pulled them from his mouth and covered the string with lube just to be on the safe side before slowly pushing each ball inside Kurt's ass. Like before, Kurt's mind disconnected as his body was pushed to the extreme. Kurt exhaled as the last ball was pushed in.
Then Blaine reconnected the restraints.
"There. I think that's good for this evening although I really wish I could lock up that beautiful cock, but it's just too hard. Oh, well. Time for bed."
Blaine helped Kurt stand while he pulled back the covers. Kurt's eyes were wide and pleading. "You're going to make me sleep like this?"
Blaine caressed his cheek. "With your cock and balls locked in an excruciating pull, and your ass full to the hilt with a torture device I could pull at any second? Absolutely." Blaine kissed his lips softly and whispered. "Isn't this what you want, gorgeous? To be used, restrained, and tortured by your evil, mafia boyfriend? At least I use loving torture on you. Not like the way I torture my enemies. Lucky you."
Blaine helped him lay down on his side. He climbed in beside him, pulled up the sheets and turned out the light. He wrapped his hand firmly around Kurt's still achingly hard cock.
"Goodnight, gorgeous. I love you."
Sleep was impossible.
His pulse raced, his cock ached, and his ass throbbed.
"Blaine…" he begged.
"Hmmm?"
"Please…"
"Yes, Kurt?"
"Please…I can't sleep like this."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Allow me."
Blaine slipped under the covers, scooted down and started sucking Kurt's cock.
Kurt pushed his hips forward to get more of his cock into Blaine's mouth. This caused him to pull the restraint. He was groaning and mumbling incoherently. As the pressure built tears rolled down his cheeks and the throbbing in his ass intensified.
"Please, Blaine, please…I can't…I…"
Blaine continued sucking for several minutes until he could feel Kurt shaking. He pulled off, scooted back up, and wrapped his hand firmly around Kurt's cock.
"You know, Kurt. When I torture people I tend to ignore their cries, but you're so pretty and the way you scream my name…fuck. I guess I'll give you a break but only if you admit it."
"Ad-admit w-what?"
"That you're turned on by it."
"B-by what?"
"The fact that your boyfriend is a badass criminal who tortures people. I could smell how turned on you were while I told you about Luther. You love knowing what I'm capable of. It scares you and thrills you all at the same time."
"No, no! That's not true!"
"It isn't?" Blaine scooted down and started sucking again. He reached around Kurt's back and pulled at the restraint as he sucked. Kurt wailed.
"Please, please, please…"
"Admit it. Say it. Your power turns me on."
Kurt shook his head. Blaine wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock and began to stroke.
"Admit it, Kurt."
"No."
Blaine moved down and started sucking again. Kurt fell back and cried out from both Blaine's mouth and the uncomfortable position of being on his back with his hands locked behind him. Blaine kept sucking and Kurt kept crying. His entire body felt like it was going to explode into tiny pieces.
"Please, Blaine! Please, please, please!"
"Just say it, Kurt. Admit it! Admit it!"
"No! I'm…I'm…" Kurt's words disintegrated into screams as Blaine took his cock into his mouth and latched on with unusual strength. He sucked firm and tight, refusing to let go no matter how much Kurt rocked and flailed. He finally pulled off just long enough to reach under Kurt to unlock the restraint. He took the cock back in his mouth and kept sucking.
Balls free, it only took 15 seconds for Kurt's body to snap and burst into Blaine's mouth. Blaine found the string dangling out of his ass and pulled.
Kurt's mind fractured and shattered as his body convulsed. He screamed at the top of his lungs, as his cock blew an incredible second time. Gradually his screams turned into moaning cries. He couldn't move or think. He was trapped floating in a thick cloud of blissful relief and then there was suddenly soft, tight, warmth. He snuggled deeper into the warm cocoon and drifted away.
Blaine held him tight, wrapping his arms and legs around Kurt's body to ground him as he whispered lovingly, "I love you. I love you so much my fierce, stubborn, strong man. You are so perfect. Perfect in every way."
K&B&K&B
It was the first morning Kurt didn't rise early to watch the sunrise. Instead he slept until Noon. When he finally opened his eyes he found himself alone, but could hear Maroon 5 drifting through the house. He opened his eyes but didn't try to move. Memories of last night floated through his mind brought on by the low throb in his ass and the ache in his balls. How had he ended up restrained and denied? Oh, yeah. Apparently he was a sadist who got turned on by torture. Or at least stories about his boyfriend torturing people. He squeezed his eyes shut.
That's sick. That's not true. I don't get turned on by that.
Do I?
"Surprise!"
Kurt opened his eyes. A bright and cheery Blaine was standing at the foot of the bed holding a tray with a plate of blueberry pancakes, a piece of sausage that resembled a hockey puck, a bowl of fresh fruit and a glass of orange juice.
"What's all this?"
"Breakfast in bed for my amazing lover."
Kurt cocked an eyebrow. "Since when do you know how to cook?"
Blaine grinned. "This is one of the three things I can cook. Hotdogs, sloppy joe and pancakes."
"What a perfectly bachelor lineup of foods. I notice you didn't say sausage."
Blaine looked sheepishly at the plate. "I wanted to make sure the pancakes were that perfect golden brown you like so I was watching them really carefully and kinda over cooked the sausage. At least it's done."
"Yes, better well-cooked than raw."
Once Kurt was settled with his tray, Blaine went to the kitchen to get his. They ate in comfortable silence. When they were finished Kurt took a long hot shower and continued his internal battle.
I do not get turned on by violence. I don't even like action movies because of the violence. I just get turned on by Blaine. He just looked really sexy when he was telling me that story.
Right?
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Kurt emerged from the bathroom to find Blaine waiting for him.
"I was thinking we could go snorkeling today."
Kurt shook his head. "If you don't mind I'd rather stay here and just swim and build sandcastles on the beach."
"Are you sure? I feel like you've been stuck here for days."
"I told you. It's perfect. Relaxing and beautiful. I hate those vacations where you run all over the place trying to see this tourist attraction, or this museum, and then by the time you get home you're exhausted from your so-called vacation. I'm perfectly fine staying here, enjoying the beach and the water, and just being with you."
"As you wish, gorgeous."
They spent the entire day on the beach. Kurt became incredibly engrossed in building a very intricate sandcastle complete with towers and a large moat. Blaine was impressed.
"When did you learn to build sandcastles?"
"We spent a week in Florida every year until my mother got sick. We used to build sandcastles. My dad's were pretty simple, but my mom was really good."
Blaine looked out over the water. "I only remember one trip to the beach as a kid. I kept trying to build stuff, but Cooper kept kicking it over. My mom sat on the beach looking beautiful, while my dad seemed to be constantly meeting people in the hotel. Then we went home early because something happened. I don't know what. I was really upset about having to leave before finishing a sandcastle so my mom had a sandbox built in our backyard. How ridiculous is that?"
"She just wanted you to be happy."
Blaine scoffed. "Yeah. Too bad that changed."
"That hasn't changed. I know you're mad at her, but she still loves you, Blaine."
"No, she loves Luther."
Luther.
Kurt's mind shifted to their conversation from the night before.
"You're wrong you know."
"No, I'm not. She loves him so much she killed my father to be with him."
"No, that's not…that's not what I'm talking about. You're wrong about me. About me getting turned on from you torturing people."
Blaine's expression turned smug. "Oh, that. Yes you do, Kurt."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do, and it's perfectly okay. It's a part of the package. Part of the allure."
"I fell in love with you before I knew about any of that. Before you were even involved in your family's business. I didn't fall in love with Blaine the mafia boss. I fell in love with Blaine Anderson, the charming, handsome, talented Warbler."
Blaine shifted closer to Kurt. "That's true, but why do you think you're able to stay after everything that's happened? Let's face it, Kurt. I'm not the boy I was when we first met. That boy was forced to grow up fast and he turned into a man. A powerful mafia boss who has the power to order the murder of others. Who has the power to commit murder himself. Why do you think you're able to stay with the man I've become? Why do want to stay? It's the same reason why my mother stayed with my father. You're attracted, not just to me, but to the power as well, especially in your case. After all the bullying you endured, it's natural that you'd be attracted to someone who can protect you. You know what I'm capable of and it gives you a sense of safety and protection."
"But you didn't protect me, did you?"
Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's neck right under his chin and squeezed. "Because you were stubborn and hard headed. I told you to come stay with me and you didn't. You didn't obey me, Kurt. That's the only reason why Cooper was able to take you. I've told you from day one. Just obey me and I'll take care of you and protect you forever. Anderson's protect what they love, and I love you more than anything."
Kurt's protest was cut off by Blaine's mouth on his. He kissed down Kurt's neck as he pushed him down on to his back. "Just admit that it turns you on."
Kurt shook his head. "It doesn't."
Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes and smiled beautifully. "Yes, it does gorgeous, but you know what? You don't have to say it out loud. I understand. It's a strange, scary thing to admit enjoying."
"I'm not scared to admit anything! I'm not…ohhhh…"
Another deep wet kiss and a hard press rubbing their cocks together ended the argument. Blaine kissed his way down Kurt's body, smoothly slipping his shorts off and lovingly licking his balls before spreading his legs wide to lick his asshole. Kurt forgot all about Luther, and arguments about getting turned on by torture. He relaxed under the warm sun and enjoyed the talented tongue of his gorgeous boyfriend trailing all over his body. Blaine stopped only to run inside to grab the lube. They were careful to stay on the blanket to ease Kurt's sand fears. Blaine rocked slow and gentle, kissing Kurt between erotic moans and curses. He came with a groan and after a few minutes of recovery, stroked Kurt to his own orgasm. They rinsed off in the ocean after Blaine convinced Kurt to stay naked.
That evening Kurt cooked a delicious meal of salmon and pasta which Blaine paired with a sweet white wine. He was delighted when Kurt kept downing his glass the moment he refilled it. Later that night, Blaine enjoyed devouring a completely drunk Kurt who talked nonstop during their love making.
"Oh, you're so big, Blaine. Your cock…so big."
"Give it to me, baby. Fill me! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Mmm, kiss me more. More, more, more."
"I love you soooo much, Blaine. Love you more than anything…everything…so many things…"
Blaine especially loved this little treat. "Know what? I am turned on by your power. Alllll thaaatttt power. Your mafia power, your strength, your fearlessness, your power cock. It all turns me on. On, on, on. My boyfriend is a mafia murderer and so fucking hot."
Blaine laughed out loud, planted a kiss on Kurt's lips, and ploughed into his ass.
Telio looked at himself in the mirror for the hundredth time and sighed.
I fucking look like Blaine.
He was wearing one of the few custom tailored, blue button down shirts he owned, a pair of Blaine's cufflinks, pressed gray slacks, and black loafers. Most of his wardrobe was made up of mesh material t-shirts that accentuated his physique, but he knew that look would be completely inappropriate tonight.
Dinner with Alicia and her parents.
Alicia and her mom were supposed to come back in a few weeks to settle in and prepare for school, but Alicia's dad ended up having some open time in his schedule, so they decided to return earlier than planned. Her father would be home for two weeks before returning to London.
And he was eager to meet Telio.
Telio was dreading it. He hated talking to adults. The routine questions about school, then the questions about his parents, then the awkward silence. Of course, the Wilders knew he'd been adopted by the Andersons, so that meant they were either full of questions, or would avoid the topic entirely. Telio was sure they would be full of questions.
He headed out of his room and down the stairs where he ran into Elian. Elian looked him up and down.
He's so good-looking. Asshole.
"Going out?"
"Yeah. I'll be back later. Try to stay out of trouble."
"You do the same."
T&A&T&A
Telio pulled up in front of the house and parked on the street. He sat in the car for a moment debating before pulling his gun out of his waistband and placing it on the floor under his seat. It felt weird not having a weapon somewhere on his person, but he didn't want to take any chances. He could just imagine what the Wilders already thought of him. No need to prove them right.
He rang the bell and tried to relax. He could hear footsteps and then, "Daddy…will you please let me…"
The door was opened by a tall, stately, distinguished looking Black man wearing a white button down shirt and black slacks. Telio was glad he'd chosen the right outfit for the evening.
"Well, you must be Mr. Montgomery. I'm Dr. Charles Wilder, Alicia's father."
"Good evening, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Please come in."
Telio stepped inside and lost his ability to breathe when he saw Alicia. She was wearing a cute pink dress with pink heels. Her hair was up in a curly ponytail and the diamond earrings he'd given her shone brightly. Her smile was so joyful and beautiful as she rushed towards him.
"Hi!" She wrapped her arms around him. He cautiously returned the embrace but quickly stepped back when he saw her mother enter the living room.
"Mom, this is Telio. Telio, this is my mother, Annika Wilder."
Alicia's mom was shorter than both her husband and daughter, and very petite. Telio noted that Alicia inherited her hair, eyes and figure from her mom. Height and smile from her dad.
"Hello, Mrs. Wilder. Nice to meet you."
"Oh, not as nice as it is for us to meet you, Telio. We've been eager to make your acquaintance."
Great. Telio nodded.
"Well," she continued, "dinner is on the table, so why don't we sit down and enjoy."
Telio was grateful that Alicia and her mother dominated the dinner conversation with stories about London. He made sure to listen attentively and nod at the appropriate times. He could feel Dr. Wilder's eyes on him throughout the meal. He kept his eyes on Alicia.
"Telio, I hope you like apple pie. Alicia and I baked one fresh this morning."
"Yes, ma'am. That sounds fine."
As Alicia and her mother cleared the table, Dr. Wilder sat back in his chair and gazed coolly at Telio.
"So, I'm going to have a beer. Would you like one?"
"Uh, no sir. I'm underage."
"Come now. Let's not pretend you're the same age as other 18 year olds. Given your life experience I'm sure you're quite a bit older, and far more mature. So, if you'd like, you are welcome to join me in having a beer."
Wow. Shit. If that wasn't a loaded statement. "No, thank you. I don't drink."
Mrs. Wilder brought out plates of apple pie for everyone and a beer for Dr. Wilder. Telio was grateful when Alicia sat down next to him as opposed to across from him as she had during dinner. She squeezed his leg and smiled at him. Telio stared at her mouth and longed to kiss her.
Telio took a bite of pie. Wow. Best. Apple. Pie. Ever.
"This is really delicious."
Alicia beamed. "Thank you."
After a few more bites in silence, Mrs. Wilder put down her fork and looked at Telio.
"So, forgive me for being so forthright, but I don't think it's a secret that my husband and I have some…questions about you and your background, so I won't waste time with meaningless pleasantries. I understand that you are adopted. Exactly what happened to your parents?"
Telio was caught slightly off guard. He'd expected the interrogation to come from Dr. Wilder. Alicia shot her mother an angry look.
"Mom! Really?"
Dr. Wilder leaned forward. "Come on, Alicia. I'm sure Telio knew what to expect tonight. He's a very savvy and worldly young man."
Alicia was about to protest, but Telio shook his head.
"No, it's fine. I understand. My mother was murdered. Strangled, I think. I was around 8 or 9. My father was killed a few days later while working."
"And by working you mean…the mob," said Dr. Wilder.
"Yes, sir."
"And so you went to live with the Andersons."
"Yes, sir."
Mrs. Wilder shook her head with a confused expression. "But, was there no one in your family who could take you? A grandparent, or aunt perhaps?"
Telio was stuck.
He'd never thought about that before.
Did he have other family out there?
He shook his head. "Um, no. There wasn't anyone else." At least I don't think there was. I don't know. Shit.
Mrs. Wilder frowned, passing judgement on the possible family Telio had out there. What kind of people didn't step forward to offer a home to a boy who'd lost his mother? Furthermore, what kind of woman gets strangled to death?
"So, the Andersons took you in, huh? That must have been quite an adjustment."
Telio nodded and waited for Dr. Wilder to continue.
"How involved are you in the family business?"
And there was the question Telio had debated since receiving Alicia's dinner invitation. How honest should he be? He could lie and say he had nothing to do with the business. That would probably make her parents feel better about him dating their daughter, but lying wasn't something Telio did easily. He didn't like lies, but would the truth cost him his relationship? He looked at Alicia, but her face gave no hint regarding the right answer.
Right or wrong, I'm not ashamed of what we do and my role in it. I'm just not.
"I'm not involved in the construction company, but…the family has several...side businesses. I help there."
Mrs. Wilder looked interested. "Side businesses?"
"He means the mob, dear." Dr. Wilder's voice was cool as he stared pointedly at Telio. "The side businesses are criminal enterprises. Mario Anderson was a mob boss. He was gunned down several weeks ago. That's the funeral our daughter was so eager to attend. From what I've read his son has taken over. A boy the same age as you, correct?"
Telio felt trapped. "Um, yes, that's correct."
"So, basically you're a member of the mob," concluded Dr. Wilder.
Alicia exploded.
"Will both of you stop it? You're being totally unfair! You said you wanted to meet Telio to get to know him! You're not trying to get to know him, you're just accusing him of things! Neither of you have asked about what an amazing student he is. How he's taking all AP classes and getting A's in all of them, or how he's a voracious reader and has read hundreds of books on American history, even ones you've read dad. He's a senior and you haven't even asked where he wants to go to college or what he wants to major in. You're just passing judgement and making accusations! That's not fair!"
Dr. Wilder was slightly amused. "Alicia, sit down."
Alicia sat down and took Telio's hand in hers. Telio's chest felt heavy with both love and sadness. He knew where things were heading.
Dr. Wilder didn't disappoint him.
"We haven't asked about any of that because frankly it doesn't matter. I'm sure Telio is a very bright, well educated, well-read young man. Dalton Academy is an outstanding school, so none of that surprises me. Our concern is you getting mixed up with someone who is completely inappropriate for you. Forgive me, Telio, but I'm guessing you understand our concerns far better than our daughter. Alicia is a very innocent young woman. That's by design. My wife and I have been fortunate enough to provide her with the best of everything and to shield her from the messiness of life. She doesn't know anything about your world, and she certainly doesn't understand the risk of dating someone like you. I'm sure you understand where we're coming from. This isn't about you personally. It's about your background. Your family, or lack of one. Your situation is unfortunate, but we can't…won't allow our daughter to get involved with someone…dangerous. Surely you understand. We're just trying to protect her."
Alicia was fuming. "I am not 10 years old! You have no idea what I know and what…"
Telio squeezed her hand. "Stop. Don't."
"This isn't fair! It's not your fault…"
"Alicia, it's okay. Your father's right. I do understand." Telio turned to Dr. Wilder. "Look, I get it, and you're right. I've basically been raised to be a criminal but, and I know this is going to sound crazy, I'm not who you think I am. I'm not a bad person. Yes, I'm involved with organized crime because of my family, but that doesn't mean I'm going to be involved in it forever. More importantly, I would never let anything happen to Alicia. I love her, so…" Telio stood up. "I'm gonna go and…I won't contact her anymore."
"Telio!"
Telio held out his hand. "It was a pleasure meeting you."
Dr. Wilder was slightly stunned. He stood up and reached for Telio's hand, but Alicia jumped up and grabbed Telio's arm jerking him back.
"No! What are you doing? No!"
"Alicia, your parents are right. You should be with someone from the same background as you. Someone…safe."
"In case you've forgotten I am perfectly capable of keeping myself safe."
Telio glanced at Dr. and Mrs. Wilder who both looked perplexed by her statement.
"Your father's right, Alicia. You're too good for me. I've always known that."
"Bullshit."
Mrs. Wilder gasped. "Alicia!"
"It is bullshit. Telio, you're amazing. You got a really shitty, really unkind start in the world, and you have a right to be angry. Angry, pissed off, and mad as hell at everyone and everything. Instead you're calm, disciplined, loyal and loving. You have so much love inside you and you give it so freely to Blaine, to Kurt, and to me. A girl would be crazy to not wanna be with you. To experience all the love you give. I feel lucky, and loved, and I'm not letting you go. I'd be a fool to."
He couldn't help himself. He leaned over and kissed her.
Dr. Wilder cleared his throat. "I believe you were leaving."
"Daddy! Stop it!"
Mrs. Wilder placed a hand on her shoulder. "Alicia, please. Even Telio knows this is for the best."
Alicia grabbed Telio's hand. "Don't do this. You don't have to do this. I entered this relationship with my eyes wide open, and…I know what it means to be with you. I've experienced what it means. Please…I love you."
For the first time in a long time, Telio was confused and torn. He didn't want to walk away, but after seeing everything Kurt had suffered because of his connection to Blaine, the fact that Alicia had been attacked and ended up killing a man…
He pulled out of her grasp and looked at Mrs. Wilder.
"Thanks for dinner."
"Telio, no!" Alicia tried to run after him, but her father grabbed her. "Let him go."
"Telio! Telio, please! It doesn't matter what they say! I love you!"
Telio gripped the door handle and turned around.
"Thanks for loving me for me and just me. You're the only person to ever do that."
Kurt and Blaine spent the next three days on the island swimming, playing in the sand, watching movies and having sex. In the mornings they made love on the beach as the sun rose. Slow, leisurely sex full of soft touches and kisses. In the afternoon they had sex in a different part of the house each day. Kurt loved the beautiful mahogany dining room table. After a rush of hot passionate kisses he backed Blaine into it, pushed him down, pulled down his shorts and fucked him. As much as he preferred to top, Blaine loved how hot as fuck Kurt looked slamming into him. His eyes closed, a look of pure ecstasy and raw desire on his face that morphed into a look of shock followed by being completely overwhelmed by the explosive rush to his system when he came. At night they stayed in the bedroom where Blaine could tie Kurt to the bed, wrap a tie around his throat to the point of choking, place his cock in a cage, a vibrator in his ass, and then suck his cock until he was sobbing and begging to be fucked. Only then would Blaine untie him, remove the vibrator and cage, and either fuck him in the bed or against the wall. They would both come spectacularly and collapse in bed.
Friday morning Blaine rolled over and snuggled against Kurt. Kurt sighed happily. Best. Vacation. Ever.
"Morning, gorgeous."
"Mmmmm."
Blaine laughed. "I take it you're comfortable?"
"Very."
"Good, but that probably means you won't like my suggestion."
Kurt turned to face him. "I'm listening."
"How about we go out tonight?"
"Out where?"
"Dancing. Believe it or not there's a supposedly gay friendly dance club here called Jaguar's. I thought we'd check it out so you can wear one of the hundreds of outfits you bought."
"Really? Are you sure?"
"Yep. All the gay travel websites I checked out mentioned it. Along with warnings to be careful about PDA, of course. We're still in a conservative country, but the club is supposed to be a safe, friendly place."
"I don't know, Blaine. This might not be a good idea."
"Aw, come on. Let's at least check it out. If we get a bad vibe we can leave. I read that it has a light up dance floor!"
Blaine's eyes were bright and eager. He looked like a hopeful puppy. How did he do that? How could someone with the power to have men murdered look so cute and innocent?
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Well, if it has a light up dance floor…."
K&B&K&B
The evening turned out to be amazing.
And full of surprises.
Kurt chose a fairly conservative outfit to be on the safe side, but his tight jeans still made Blaine rethink their plans. Since it was dark, Blaine arranged for a private water taxi to pick them up. As they pulled into the harbor their driver, Artan explained that he would remain on the boat until their return. "I'm in school. I use the time to study."
The club entrance was a huge Jaguar head. Kurt turned to Blaine. "You have got to be kidding."
"Don't judge. Come on."
The club was surprisingly large and packed with a mix of natives and tourists. Neon lights twirled and flashed as the music thumped. They found a spot on the edge of the dance floor and watched the crush of bodies gyrating to the music. After several minutes Kurt leaned over and tried to speak loud enough to be heard over the music, but not loud enough to be heard by other people.
"I think everyone here is straight."
Blaine shook his head. "No. That guy over there in the turquoise shirt has been staring at you for the past five minutes. Pretty sure he's gay."
Kurt looked around and spotted the guy Blaine was talking about. He was well-built with beautiful brown skin and blonde hair.
"I don't think he's gay, but he is blonde by bottle."
"Trust me, he's gay."
Kurt shook his head. "Come on let's dance."
They made their way out on to the dance floor, careful to maintain a certain amount of space between them. They danced to several songs before heading to the bar for water. Kurt suddenly felt Blaine tense next to him.
The blonde was headed their way.
"If he tries to hook up with you I'm gonna punch his lights out."
Kurt was about to respond but the blonde was now standing right in front of them. He glanced around apprehensively before speaking.
"Hello. My name is Adair."
Blaine looked him up and down assessing if he could take him in a fight. "Can we help you?"
Adair looked around again before leaning in to speak.
"Are you two…together?"
"What do you mean by together?"
Adair stepped closer and lowered his voice. "There's a place a few streets over. A hidden club just for…you know…"
"Actually, I don't. Enlighten us."
Adair stepped back, a frightened look on his face. "Sorry, my mistake." He turned to leave.
"Wait," said Kurt. Blaine gave him a warning look, but Kurt ignored him. "A club for," Kurt mouthed the words, "gay people?"
Adair nodded. "From the outside it looks like a bookstore that's closed for the evening. We meet in the basement. The entrance is on the side of the building. 218 Canyes Street."
Kurt looked at Blaine with a surprising hint of excitement in his eyes. "How are we supposed to know you're telling the truth, and why are you telling us?" asked Blaine.
"It's what I do. The club owner pays me to come here, figure out who's gay, and invite them to come. It's not like he can advertise. The authorities would shut him down and throw him in jail."
Kurt's tone turned accusatory. "Or, the police could be paying you to lure people to this supposed club, only to be arrested and held captive until they agree to pay an obscene amount of money."
Adair shook his head. "No. I would never do that. I would never betray someone like that. I've seen what the police do to gay men. They have a game. Beating the batiman. It means beating the buttman. They are evil, cruel, corrupt monsters."
Adair seemed genuinely upset. Blaine and Kurt looked at each other in silent debate. Kurt made the decision.
"Thanks for the information. Maybe we'll check it out later."
Adair nodded. "Okay, but please don't tell anyone unless you're sure they're gay."
"Of course."
They watched Adair disappear into the crowd.
"Well?" asked Blaine.
"I think it's too risky. I don't wanna end up on an episode of Locked Up Abroad, especially if the police figure out who you are. They'll ask for millions of dollars."
"True, but it was risky for him to come over to us in the first place."
"Not if he's working for the police."
For the next 20 minutes they sat at the bar watching the dance floor each locked in their own thoughts until Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand. "Come on."
"Wait…where…?"
Blaine pulled him through the crowd and out of the club. He looked up and down the street for a second before turning left.
"Blaine…are we seriously…"
"Let's live a little."
"Live a little! Blaine, this is crazy! I thought we agreed this was dangerous."
"If it doesn't look right we run."
"Blaine….
"Here."
They stopped in front of a nondescript gray building. The lights were out and through the windows they could see rows and rows of books. Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt's hand and walked to the corner of the building where there was a wide, clean alleyway. They could see a blue light above a door.
"Let's go."
"This is crazy."
"My whole life is crazy." Blaine suddenly stopped and turned to Kurt. "Except for you. You are perfect. My perfect, gorgeous, sunshine." Kurt couldn't help smiling.
The door was red with an iron security door covering it. Each bar was painted a different color of the rainbow. Blaine rang the buzzer. Just like in the movies a small window slid open and the face of a man appeared.
"Yes?"
"Adair sent us."
The man looked suspiciously at Blaine, but his look softened when he looked Kurt up and down. The window slid closed and there was the sound of several locks unlocking. They stepped back as the iron door was opened.
"Quickly in case you were followed."
They stepped inside. Kurt watched nervously as a small man dressed in a red pinstriped suit locked the doors. He smiled at Kurt. "Don't worry. You leave by a door in the back. It's always unlocked, but carefully guarded by two of the most beautiful bears you've ever seen. Come."
They followed him down a flight of stairs through red curtains and into an incredible scene.
It was a large basement with a Lucite dance floor. In one corner of the room a DJ was playing music, and in another corner a small bar was set up. The dance floor was filled with men dancing seductively with one another. There were a few women, but mostly men. Caribbean club music vibrated through the room creating a hypnotizing beat. Kurt stared in awe with his mouth open.
"I have something I'd love to put in that mouth," smirked a tall man who walked by. He turned and winked at Kurt and laughed at his stunned expression. Blaine placed an arm possessively around Kurt's waist. "Let's get a drink."
After two drinks they hit the dance floor. This time they danced close together, grinding against each other sneaking touches and squeezes. After several songs they took a break and just observed the scene. It was mostly natives, but there were a few other tourists. Blaine struck up a conversation with the bartender and learned that the man in the red striped suit who let them in was the owner. An expatriate from the United States named Gino Calacassas. The rumor was that he killed his lover back in the states and fled to Belize. Disappointed and angry about the lack of places for gays to congregate, he bought the bookstore and set up the hidden club. The fact that he'd managed to get away with it for over 3 years led some to believe he had paid off the corrupt police department, but no one took chances. It was a well kept secret amongst the gay community.
While Blaine chatted with the bartender, Kurt kept noticing people slipping behind a black curtain. "What's back there?"
The bartender grinned. "That's the back room. Anything you want, anything you need, you'll find it back there."
Kurt was intrigued. "What do you mean?"
"What's your deepest, darkest, sexual fantasy?" Kurt turned red. Blaine had already fulfilled fantasies he never knew he had.
The bartender continued. "Whatever it is, you'll find someone back there willing to make your dreams come true. It's where everyone goes to fuck."
Kurt glanced furtively at the curtains and then at Blaine. Blaine's eyes were dark and intense as he stared at the curtains.
What the hell?
"Blaine?"
"Blaine?"
"Blaine, whatever you're thinking, stop. Stop now."
Blaine shifted to stand in front of Kurt, pushing him into the bar. He slid a leg between Kurt's, leaned in and whispered.
"Come on, gorgeous. Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to fuck in public? Pressed into a wall…me pounding your beautiful ass while other people watch?"
Kurt felt tongue tied and suddenly very warm. "Um…I…no…of course not…I…."
"I'd watch," quipped the bartender before going to serve another customer.
Blaine ran his lips across Kurt's neck making barely there kisses. "I'd love to fuck you back there. Make you scream my name and have everyone hear you." Blaine snaked his hand down between Kurt's legs and started to rub his cock through his pants. He smiled into Kurt's neck. "You're already hard, Kurt. Whatever could that mean?"
Kurt tried to gain control of the situation, but his body had other desires. "Blaine…we are not having…sex in some…strange… sex…fantasy room in a…foreign…country…oh…that feels…ohhh…
Blaine kissed and sucked Kurt's neck while continuing to rub his cock. He suddenly stopped, placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders and turned him towards the room. "Let's go." He steered Kurt towards the curtains. They slipped behind the curtains, walked down a short hallway and froze.
Everywhere they looked there were men in some state of sexual activity. Giving blowjobs, receiving blowjobs. Rimming, getting rimmed. Fucking, being fucked. Some men were being fucked while giving blowjobs. Others had two men taking turns blowing them.
"It's like a…" breathed Kurt.
"…orgy" finished Blaine.
Blaine pulled Kurt over to an empty corner where the two of them watched everything going on around them until they were infected by the sexual energy in the air. Blaine pushed Kurt against the wall. Wet kisses, fumbling with zippers, Blaine grabbing one of the many bottles of lube littering the floor. As he turned Kurt around to face the wall, a short bald man wearing only pants stopped to watch. Blaine stepped back just enough to give him a perfect view of his lubed fingers sliding into Kurt's ass. As Kurt hissed and pushed back on the fingers, another man stopped to watch. Kurt was oblivious to their growing audience as he moaned at the addition of two more fingers. Blaine worked them in and out, pushing deeper and harder to elicit louder moans from Kurt. When their audience grew to five, Blaine decided it was time. He lubed up his cock and carefully slid up and in. Kurt's wanton groan was deliciously loud and sexy. Blaine moved slow and steady gradually increasing the strength of his thrusts. Kurt's increasingly loud cries kept time with Blaine's thrusts until he was being fucked hard and deep. Bent over, hands pressed against the wall, Blaine's fingers gripping his hips. A naked man tried to step in front of Kurt thinking he could get a blowjob, but Blaine shot him a death glare. "Touch him and I kill you with my bare hands." The man quickly stepped back. Kurt was too lost enduring the fierce fucking to notice.
Blaine forced himself to hold off as long as possible in order to draw out the show. When he finally came it was with a carnal growl. Another man stepped forward and gestured at Kurt who was still bent over, his cock hard and leaking. "I'll suck him for you."
Blaine shook his head. Instead he dropped to his knees and sucked Kurt off himself. Kurt came with a beautiful wail and fell into Blaine feeling slightly dazed.
"Oh, my God. Did we really just…"
"Yes, we did, gorgeous. And now it's time to go home."
Three chapters to go. I'll try not to take 3 years. :-)