Blaine pulled the door open, Kurt was standing there a tired yet happy look in his eye.
"Long day?" Blaine asked before pulling him into a kiss.
When he pulled back, Kurt said, "Mmm, I just finished a ten hour back piece. There is a reason I usually don't do sessions that long. It is hard for the client and harder for me; but they are leaving tomorrow to go back home."
"You didn't have to come, I could have come over tomorrow." Blaine sighed, rubbing his hands up and down Kurt's arms.
Kurt smiled, that gleam in his eye.
"But I wanted to see you tonight. What do you think got me through?"
Then Kurt's mouth was on his, hungry and wanting. Blaine's heart had leapt at Kurt's admission, and his fervor matched Kurt's. Blaine started kissing his way down Kurt's neck.
"Uh uh uh," Kurt admonished, "First things first."
In the three weeks since getting his tattoo, every time they would meet Kurt insisted on inspecting the site. Dutifully, Blaine pulled his shirt above his head, he knew there was no point in protesting, even if he wanted to. He didn't though; he loved to watch the way Kurt's eyes would darken every time he looked at his art on Blaine's skin.
"I would say you are fully healed, Mr. Anderson," Kurt said, lightly running his hand over the area. "You still need to take care of it like you have, just to be safe."
He then placed a kiss on each note making Blaine's breath come out in needy whisps. That was new.
When Kurt moved his attention to Blaine's nipples Blaine managed to say, "Wait, I wanted to take care of you."
"What do you mean?" Kurt breathed against his skin.
Blaine's breath hitched, hardly able to find his voice as Kurt's hands roved over his body. "I thought you might like a massage."
Kurt's mouth found his, sucking Blaine's tongue into his mouth, eliciting the most sinful of noises before humming against his lips.
"You always have the best ideas."
Blaine led Kurt to his bed. When they got there, he pushed gently on Kurt's shoulders until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He knelt at Kurt's feet, and looking up at him in what he hoped was a seductive way, began removing Kurt's boots and socks. His hands danced up Kurt's legs, feeling his muscles flex under them, avoiding his cock, which was already obvious through the tight fabric of his jeans, until he reached his belt. Without a word, Blaine undid it, before slipping the button through its hole and sliding the zipper down carefully. Kurt lifted his ass off the bed just enough for Blaine to remove both jeans and underwear at once. Kurt gave a surprised gasp as Blaine nuzzled his cheek against the long hard shaft and kissed his inner thigh. Blaine couldn't tempt himself further, so instead of taking Kurt's bare cock in his mouth he stood over him kissing him until Kurt was making beautifully desperate noises.
He then pulled Kurt's shirt up over his head and growled, "Lay down on your stomach."
Blaine watched has Kurt bit his lip before crawling up the bed and laying on his stomach. The sight of Kurt's fabulously pert ass filled Blaine with such longing, but the knowledge that that was something Kurt was not comfortable with meant the thought didn't linger. Instead, Blaine pushed his pants down, grabbed oil out of his bedside table, and crawled up until he was sitting on that ass instead.
He poured a liberal amount of oil in his hands, rubbing them together to warm the liquid. He started gently massaging first Kurt's neck feeling the tension there release under his deft hands. Slowly, Blaine worked all the kinks and knots out of Kurt's shoulders and back, all while Kurt released the most enticing noises.
Blaine had just lifted up, intent on beginning again at Kurt's shoulders, when Kurt flipped over underneath him. The movement shocked Blaine, almost making him lose his balance. When he sat back down their cocks met accompanied by a duet of delighted moans.
"God, it feels like forever since I saw you last," Kurt cried, clenching Blaine's thighs.
Blaine undulated his hips, rubbing their cocks together before teasing, "I saw you yesterday morning."
Kurt ran a finger over Blaine's hole, wanting to tease him back in a lusciously dirty way only for it to be ready and open for him.
"You already prepared yourself," Kurt rasped.
"I've been thinking about this since you texted me two hours ago." Blaine nipped at his ear.
"Fuck, could you be anymore perfect?" Kurt growled.
Blaine preened at the comment before reaching for the condom and lube he already had waiting. He didn't take his time rolling the condom on, he just wanted Kurt inside him as soon as possible. Before he was finished, Kurt's hand was already dripping with lube, ready to slather his dick. Blaine couldn't help but smile down at Kurt as he lowered himself, filling himself with Kurt's cock.
The burn and pull was perfect as he began to move. Kurt's eyes were wide as he watched Blaine fuck himself, over and over again. His hands traced over Blaine's muscles before latching onto his hips.
"God, you really are perfect!" Kurt keened.
Blaine's breath was coming out in pants, his thighs began to ache and his rhythm to falter. "Kurt… I can't… fuck" he babbled, feeling electrical sparks radiating all over his body.
One of Kurt's arms grasped Blaine waist as the other found purchase behind his knee. Before Blaine could fully comprehend what was happening he was on his back, his head almost hanging over the foot of the bed and Kurt was pounding into him perfectly and desperately. A wanton cry fell unbidden from Blaine's lips as Kurt's cock rammed his prostate, electrifying Blaine's entire body. He felt he could light the entire city of New York.
Kurt's lips brushed over his skin, whispering words Blaine couldn't hear over the throbbing blood that seem to fill his head as he felt the familiar tightening in his gut. Blaine's head wobbled on his neck with the motion of Kurt fucking him, his hands scrambled before fisting in Kurt's hair, as Kurt continued to lave over his skin, tasting every inch he could find. Blaine's legs clamped around Kurt's waist sending his cock deeper still as Blaine wailed his pleasure, unmindful of the neighbors.
Blaine couldn't catch a breath for the noises that fell from his lips, and he wasn't sure how much more he could take before he would just cease to be. He wanted to scream his love to the man who was taking him apart, one thrust at a time, but the words would not form on his tongue. With one last shout, Blaine was coming, long white ropes painting his own chest as Kurt, buried himself deep in his ass, and with his own cry, stilled above him.
Kurt collapsed on top of him, his breath coming in puffs over Baine's overheated skin. It took a minute before Kurt shifted to where he could kiss into Blaine's still gaping mouth, his cock slipping out in the process.
"Oh my god," Blaine heaved, his head still spinning after his orgasm.
Kurt grabbed a wipe from the box that lived on Blaine's beside table and gently cleaned Blaine's chest, wiping Blaine's come from his own. He then laid back against the pillow before whispering, "Come here."
Blaine willed himself to move, curling up in Kurt's arms. Kurt kissed the top of his head as Blaine snuggled his face into Kurt's chest.
They lay there content, the sweat of their bodies chilling them but unwilling to move just yet.
Soon Blaine's mind began to wander, and a niggling in his brain would not leave him. It was something that he had been thinking about for a while now, since Kurt's tattoo shop, in fact.
"Can I ask you something?" Blaine finally breathed.
"Of course," Kurt said, kissing his head once more.
Blaine took a deep breath, "My birthday is in a couple of weeks. I'm going to be 25."
"25, huh?" Kurt said running his hand through Blaine's curls.
"Yea, and I was wondering," Blaine said tracing the New York skyline with his finger. "Could we do something?"
"Like what?" Kurt practically purred.
"I just…" Blaine faltered, wondering if it was a good idea to ask, but needing to nonetheless. "I just want to go out on the town with you."
Before Blaine had even finished he knew it was a bad idea. He could feel Kurt's muscles stiffen under his cheek.
"It's your birthday," Kurt began sitting up. Blaine had no choice but to do the same. "Don't you want to spend it with the people who mean the most to you?"
Blaine's heart clenched. "Kurt…"
He watched helplessly as Kurt stood up his back to him. "Don't," Kurt whispered.
The words were already out of his mouth, "You mean more to me than anyone else I know."
"Dammit, Blaine," Kurt sighed.
"No," Blaine said, hating the desperate way he sounded. "Please."
Kurt turned to him his eyes wet and frantic, "You don't mean that, how can you? I can't be what you want."
Blaine took a deep breath and tried again.
"All I am asking for is one night, just one night out with you. I don't understand what the problem is."
"It's not that simple. I wish it was." Kurt's voice sounded broken and small.
"I just want to spend time with you, is that too much to ask?" Blaine growled his frustration rising.
"I can't do this. This isn't what…" Kurt began but Blaine didn't want to hear it.
"No, you can't just shut me out! I tried to play by your rules, but I can't help how I feel."
Kurt reached for his pants and began pulling them on, stumbling in his desperation.
"I can't do this."
"I am not a robot, Kurt. You can't expect me to spend 10 months with you and feel nothing! God, I love you, and you can't even look at me!" Blaine cried.
At the word 'love' Kurt's eyes had shot to Blaine. Fear, panic, and dread the only emotions there.
"I can't be what you need," he cried, snatching up the rest of his clothes, and half naked, ran out of the room.
Blaine crumbled onto the bed, the smells of sex, and sweat, and Kurt enveloping him as his throat choked with tears. He cried himself to sleep, only thinking that he had ruined everything. He knew the rules and still fucked up.