"Kurt"
He looked at the quivering boy beneath him.
"Kurt." Blaine pleaded once again."s-so close. Please."
Kurt quickly picked up his pace from his position, fucking into Blaine. Feeling the sweat run down his face and the pleasure shoot through his body.
He could feel his stomach began to tighten, and the sound of Blaine's moans was quickly bringing him to the edge.
He grabbed Blaine's cock, loving the weight of it in his hand. And began to stroke the thick membrane. The rhythm of it falling at the same speed as his hips.
Very quickly, the boy whined. Shaking as he came unexpectedly.
Kurt looked at his hand feeling Blaine's cock twitch as he came. The site topped him over the edge and cumming inside Blaine.
He groaned, watching Blaine squirm as he always did when he pulled out. He looked so cute, lying there, all flushed and well fucked.
He tied the condom throwing it into the trash. And walking into the bathroom to grab a warm wet towel before returning to Blaine, who was still trying to catch his breath on the bed.
Kurt began to clean Blaine's stomach, slowly and gently. Completely mesmerized as he watched the muscled on Blaine's abdomen contrast as he breathed.
The boy is so beautiful.
"Would you like to shower first?" Kurt ask. Looking at Blaine's lips as he began to lower his head down to give Blaine a small peck on the lips.
"No, you go first." he blushed. "I don't think I can stand for a solid 20 minutes right now." he bit his lip shyly.
Kurt chuckled. Even after everything, he loves that Blaine can still blush like that.
"Alright, I'll go first" he stood. Marching into the bathroom.
…
He stepping out of the shower and retrieving some clothes from his drawers.
"What time is it" Blaine groaned, sitting up.
Kurt picked up his watch he'd sat in front of the mirror to check the time.
"12:00 o'clock," he said. " Why, do you need to be somewhere?"
"Uhm" Blaine swallowed. " No...just. It's kinda late...Don't...don't you have work?" Blaine asked confused shifting onto his back, rubbing his face.
Kurt chuckled finishing his tie."I sure hope so, how do you think I'm able to afford all this" He joked as he pointed around the room, referring to his home.
"Right," Blaine said shyly.
Kurt turned around, "I work late on Wednesdays". He said buttoning his suit and adjusting his sleeve.
"Uhm...where do you work if you don't mind me asking," he asked, hoping Kurt would specify what he'd learned, from that day with Sam.
"What happened to 'I won't ask if you don't' Blaine" Kurt smirked.
"I-I'm sorry" Blaine hung his head ashamed.
"I'm teasing Blaine… Actually, I'm surprised you don't know just by looking at me, well I guess that is a reason why I picked you in the first place". He said casually.
"Huh?"
Kurt ignored that. "I run my own fashion line, a quite successful one might I add. Do you like fashion Blaine?"
"Uh...Yea, I use too." He started to fidget, remembering.
"what was your style?" Kurt asked.
"...Bow ties, mostly" Blaine said.
"Bow ties?How cute." Kurt laughed.
Blaine blushed embarrassed, Kurt began to walk toward him.
"Now now, don't look shy. I'm sure you looked lovely" he got closer, their faces mere inches apart, Blaine's eyes shifting to Kurt's lips, startled as suddenly an enveloped appeared between them. Kurt held it in his hand tilting the paper with his fingers to look at Blaine
"Your paycheck" Kurt smiled handing it to Blaine.
Blaine looked at the paper taking it from Kurt's hand "Right… Thanks".
"No problem, you earned it" Kurt winked.
Blaine smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.
Kurt looked at Blaine strangely for a split second before remembering something.
"How do you feel about parties, " he said giving his suit one last once-over in the mirror.
"Parties?"
"I have a dinner party, and I would love it if you could join me" Kurt smiled kindly.
"Why would you want to take me?" Blaine chuckled nervously rubbing at his arm.
"I would quite enjoy it if you went with me." Kurt smiled taking a couple steps towards Blaine, presenting himself like the gorgeous confident man he is.
Blaine liked to pretend it didn't faze him, but the way he averted his eyes and gave a small smile of agreement fooled no one. It's just a party right, what could happen?
"But I... I don't have anything to wear". He smiled shyly completely smitten.
Kurt made his way to his nightstand and come back with a pink measuring tape.
"You can let me worry about that" Blaine looked up at Kurt the pink plastic stand dangling from his fingers.
"Come on, I'll need your measurements".
"Huh?". Blaine shuffled his body tangling his limbs with the bed sheets in an attempt to follow Kurt's hand gestures that motioned him to stand.
As he felt the sheets fall of his chest, he realized how naked he still was. And with an embarrassing shriek, he attempted to suppress he grabbed a hold of the sheet before it hit the ground, covering his groin.
Kurt raised an eyebrow amused at the boy. That made Blaine blush even harder.
Kurt leaned forward connecting his lips to the sensitive skin on Blaine's neck right below his ear.
"You've really got to stop that ".
Kurt took over the sheet letting it drop softly onto the floor. And without a second thought began measuring Blaine. When he squatted down on his feet to measure Blaine's legs and thighs, Blaine had to look away.
Kurt stood "all done" he smiled. Stepping forward to meet Blaine's eyes "the things I could do to you if I wasn't such a busy man".
With a big breath, Kurt turned around "Alright. I'll pick you up Saturday at 6 o'clock"
"Wha-?"
"I trust you'll let yourself out?" Kurt smiled, opening the bedroom door and disappearing behind. Blaine heard the front door close soon after.
…
Ok, he was nervous. I mean not as nervousness as we were his first performance of little mermaid in 2nd grade, but this was a close second.
Kurt was three minutes away. And time felt like it was slowing down every time he checked his phone. He was going to a party...a party. He was going to a party with Kurt. Kurt! Hot, nice, very rich Kurt….This was a bad idea. No. No, yes a very bad idea. I mean what was he thinking going to some party with Kurt?!
His phone wrong and with a shaky hand, he managed to answer the call. if he wasn't so nervous he might have taken the time to look at the caller ID but expecting mark to be the one calling he answered out of habit, and to his surprise, a soft voice answered instead.
"Hey its Kurt, I'm right outside."
"uh-Kurt?"
He could hear Kurt scuff in the background "I got your number from Mark, I hope you're ready."
"Yeah, right. ill be right out"
"Great"
The call went out and he hurried outside not wanting to make Kurt wait any longer. As he stepped outside he saw an unfamiliar car that too stood out in the dull apartments. And without a doubt that that was Kurt he hurried towards it. As he stepped inside the car the sight of Kurt took him back a bit. He was dress in a black suit one similar to the night they first met but this one was different. The way it shunned in the moonlight made Kurt's beauty feel Suriel. He nervously sat in the passenger's seat hiding his nervous hands between his legs. Kurt must have noticed because he stretched his hand out to cover Blaine.,
"It'll be ok," Kurt said.
Blaine nodded in response
"You can tell me you don't want to go and we won't, you understand?"
Blaine thought about it for a second and he shook his head " No, I want to go" he smiled.
He didn't know why he was doing this really. What was he trying to prove, and to whom? To Kurt? To show him that he's not just this poor kid from the streets. Or to himself, to prove he can return to society. He doesn't want to hide it, but Kurt makes him feel strong. And if Kurt wanted to invite him to a party when there was probably millions of other options to choose from, maybe Kurt thought he was worth it….Or he just wanted to parade a dirty secret around his real life. god!
"First stop, we're here."
He hadn't realized they had started driving, and when he looked outside he could see they were someplace very different from his own. A small corner store stood tall and clean. Mannequins showing off the clear silky fabric much similar to Kurts.
"Come on out," Kurt told him and he followed suit, the car door closing behind him. A bell rung as Kurt opened to door to the small establishment. Where a small couch laid for what seemed to be the waiting area surrounded by fabrics of all kinds. An old man turned as the door closed behinds them, he wore a gray vest, long white dress shirt with black pants. His gray hair finding its way to complementing his clothes. The man pulled the yellow measuring tape around his neck, which reminded him of a little something he tried to not think about.
"AH, ...The suit is ready" He waved his hand as he reached for a dark jacket that laid on top a drawer. He pulled the needle from it and with a skilled hand quickly tied the string cutting off the access with some scissors.
"I was just sewing in the final patch"
"Thank you, Mr. Alfred, I can't express how grateful I am for completing this request on such a short time. I knew I could count on you"
"Oh nonsense, anything for you ... It is my pleasure, and a fine design this is."
"Thank you"
"Is this him? Shall we try it on?"
Kurt rested his hand on Blaine's back "Yes, shall we" he looked at Blaine a reassuring face calming down any confusion Blaine felt at the moment.
As they let him to a small room in the back where he could have privacy to change. He could hear the small chatter Kurt and Alfred where having, Kurt's fame came into view with the small crack in the door. He looked happy as he spoke with , they must know each other for some time now.
His eyes went wide as Kurt's laughter echoed in the small place. Something he had not heard before. And it makes his heart warm but the feeling was different. It was innocent and reminded him of a time when he was too.
He quickly brushed that feeling aside and continued with the clothes. Once finished he stepped out the wide closet space and onto where Alfred and Kurt stood. As he entered, the room went silent Kurt's eyes caught him and for a second he seemed to struggle on what to say.
"Well I think he looks great, don't you think so Kurt?" Alfred says.
"Aha… of course. Your look great Blaine" Kurt smiled.
Blaine began to shuffle on his feet suddenly feeling self-conscious at the praise.
"Now what are we going to do with that mop of hair?" Alfred spoke
…
Blaine stood in front of the mirror, his hair slicked back and his fingers trying to maneuver the fabric around his neck that was supposed to be a bow tie.
"Let me see," Kurt said as he wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders and grabbing the tie from his hands. He maneuvered his fingers with a skilled motion. Blaine following the movement of the long pale fingers that he loved, watching as they finally rested on his shoulder.
Kurt looked at him in the mirror for a moment "I designed this just for you."
Blaine took a deep breath looking himself over in the mirror. "It's lovely" he smiled.
"Thank you," Kurt responded, kissing his neck lightly.
"You ready?"
He nodded, and they headed out to the car. They drove in silence for what seemed like forever, Blaine's nerves increasing with every minute. But once the car stopped Kurt turned to him and with a kind voice, he spoke.
"Just stick with me and you'll be ok."