An: warning – some M-rated material in this chapter

Chapter 8

Seeing the arbour in front of him, Blaine thought he was dreaming. Kurt guided him into an oriental-style openwork small building. Instead of walls , from the upper crossbars hanged silky curtains cut in stripes and flapping from the slightest wind blow. The platform floor inside was covered with colourful pillows. The whole arbour was lit up with few lamps placed on long rods around the building.

Kurt chuckled seeing Blaine opening his mouth in a daze.

"Come inside. I promise it's warm in there thanks to my magic." He sit down on the platform and after taking his boots off he crawled towards arbour's middle. Blaine soon joined him there, admiring the style and all the colours.

"It's amazing." admitted the shorter boy. "Did you do it yourself?"

Kurt looked down shyly "I had a little help with inspiration. There was that illustration in my book..."

"Looks very oriental."

"Oriental?" frowned the witchling.

"It's a word we use in my... country that can describe this kind of style you used here."

"Your country, huh?"

Blaine was waiting for Kurt to start asking questions at any point, but instead the witchling reached for the vase on the side and a big silver plate filled with what looked like different kinds of sweets and chocolates. The witchling invited his guest to try some together with a light wine. The sweets looked completely different from anything Blaine has eaten before – maybe because of some exotic dried fruits on them or the spicy smell... but they still tasted divine.

"You are not eating." noticed Blaine gulping down the wine.

"Umm... djinns only eat meat. Nothing else has actually a taste for us." admitted Kurt uncomfortably "But we only eat non-talking, wild animals like all other creatures." he said quickly "Eating a talking Narnian is bad luck after all."

Blaine frowned "Didn't Maugrim..." he stopped. He himself suggested in his letter before to Kurt to keep their date 'queen versus Narnians conflict- free'.

"Maugrim is an idiot, if you ask me." said sternly Kurt "Gaining immortality like that is not natural... even if by killing a human he saved us."

Blaine almost choked on his wine "Save you against humans? Didn't the prophecy say..."

"Humans and djinns are mortal enemies, Blaine. They would kill the White Witch. My mother." Kurt's burning eyes bore into the boy. "I know it was way more than two hundred years before I was born, but I still wouldn't be born. And now, when the new prophecy says similar things I doubt it doesn't include Jadis' closest blood. Family."

Blaine wanted so much to ensure Kurt he would never do anything to him, but that would reveal too much. And there was that annoying voice in his head asking, if he had to choose between saving Narnia and...

"Stop!" he said aloud, startling Kurt. "I mean... We shouldn't talk about that now. Let's talk about us. Like...how old are you? I'm seventeen."

"I'm eighteen." smiled Kurt. "At least the big age difference is not our problem."

The witchling leaned back onto the pillows. "Tell me about the country you came from. How is it called?"

If he was pretending to be a hobbit, he might as well... "It's called Shire." started Blaine. Tolkien must be rolling in his grave right now. "It's beautiful. It rains there a lot, but when the sun comes out it's full of colours. From the window in my room I could see the pond and all the flowers around it." Blaine was remembering his parent's country house and mixing it into his story "It all looks so fresh and vivid, especially during spring..."

"Spring? I heard that word somewhere before." Kurt got curious, shifting a bit towards Blaine so his shawl slipped to the side. Shorter boy tried hard to not gasp when he noticed that the semi- transparent shirt didn't do a great job at covering the pale body and he could easily see Kurt's mauve nipples through it. He forced his brain to work on conversation. "It's one of four seasons in my country that reflects the changes in the nature through the whole year. There is the spring, when flowers just start to bloom. The pink rosebuds..." he gulped "... are opening. It's green everywhere. There is the summer, when it is really hot and sunny. I sometimes would just want to spend it swimming everyday in the pond. Then there is the autumn, when all colours turn red, brown and yellow. The weather gets worse – lots of rain, wind... but also some sun."

Kurt closed his eyes trying to imagine all that, but it was difficult with so many alien words that he only associated with some books he had read before about the lands beyond Narnia. Rain... that was like snow, but water, right? And flowers...

Blaine continued "And there is winter, which looks pretty much like what is in Narnia."

"It seems a bit unfair that all I've ever seen is winter." whispered Kurt opening his eyes. His fingers shyly advanced towards Blaine's hand. "But I remember now I heard of this 'spring' in Narnians' prophecy. I wonder if our loss would be worth seeing the world change from the winter, even for a moment..."

The shorter boy covered Kurt's hands in his as if to protect from what is to happen in the future. "Nothing is going to happen to you!" He said sternly. Even if I have to order it as a King of Narnia.

Kurt used the contact to shuffle closer. "And how would you know? You are just one person, my dear hobbit."

"Just call me 'Blaine', please..." Blaine whispered. It's one thing to lie who is he and different thing to have the lie reminded to him all the time.

"Okay... Blaine." The soft, almost feminine voice now breathed onto Blaine's skin, as Kurt decided to invade his guest's personal space further. "And you would really do that? That would mean going against your fellow Narnians..."

Blaine stiffened for a moment. Was that all Kurt's play to make him betray the Resistance? However, when he looked into witchling's eyes – the desire tinting them with almost ultramarine shade – he relaxed a bit, understanding this was only a flirting with a non-important hobbit.

He really didn't want to continue the loyalty subject, so to interrupt any more conversation on this he – for the first time – initiated a kiss, firmly capturing the pink lips with his own. Kurt must have been just waiting for that, because he instantly melted into Blaine's arms. The boy noticed, that while the witchling always looked like covered with a layer of frost, he was surprisingly warm, in a velvety kind of way. He allowed his hands to wonder through the pale arms, exposed shoulders to the chest above him. Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth when the boy's fingers brushed over his blushed nipples through the shirt's gauzy fabric. Blaine took a note of the first sensitive spot he found on witchling's body. First of many, hopefully.

It didn't took them long to seek a more intimate contact and invite each other's tongues into the kiss. Kurt was set on winning their dominance 'battle' and pushed Blaine firmly down into the stack of pillows straddling him from above. He started playing with boy's vest buttons and strings of loose shirt, all that while still sucking on Blaine's already swollen lips. Kurt's fingers found their way into the shirt, enjoying now heated chest and stomach muscles. Blaine forgot all about his loyalty dilemma and stroked witchling's spine trying to bring the slender body closer to him. He didn't realised just how aroused was he until he managed to bring Kurt down. Witchling's stomach pressed the substantial bulge in Blaine's pants.

"Oh God!" the shorter boy shouted, probably lauder than he should. Startled Kurt ceased kissing, worried.

"What's wrong, Blaine? Something I did?" He was checking boy's body for any injuries or bruises. His eyes stopped on Blaine's crotch. "Are you..."

The shorter boy closed his eyes, embarrassed. "Yeah..." he chuckled darkly "Thanks to you."

Kurt was staring at the outline of Blaine's erection and thousands of thoughts were swarming in his mind. He sat in silence for a longer moment before gathering his courage. "Would you like... me to... do something about it...?"

Blaine's eyes snapped open. "Like what?"

"I've only read about it, but... I think I would like to try..." The witchling licked his lips, nervous. Blaine waited, silent. "With... my mouth? I saw the illustrations and it looked pleasant and..." Kurt rumbled, not knowing why the boy doesn't say anything.

Strong hands took hold of Kurt's arms, steadying him. "It would be very pleasant for me, but I don't think we should go so far on the first date."

Kurt looked like he was about to cry. "But... what if there won't be another date? What if something happens? What if humans came..."

And the witchling was more right than he thought, Blaine realized bringing his hands up to cup Kurt's face. Because he got the final part of Susan's Horn and the next day he would call for Aslan, for spring to come. And everything would change.

"Everything will be okay." he lied "But if you really want it... only if you really want it..."

"So you won't stop me?"

"I would never be able to stop you from anything you wanted."

Kurt swallowed audibly. "I've never tried it before."

"I haven't either." laughed Blaine.

The witchling finally smiled. He looked down at the bulge in Blaine's pants, now twitching impatiently. One pale hand palmed it, feeling its warmth, while the other started to work on loosening the trousers. Blaine wanted to help with that, but was automatically swatted away by Kurt and decided to just settle himself comfortable among the pillows.

Meanwhile, the witchling managed to free Blaine's cock from his pants and for a moment just stared at it, lost. Of course, he's seen illustrations, but that was so much more intimidating in reality. He reached out his hands and encircled the thick shaft. It was hot and the contact made Kurt flushed. Judging by Blaine's gasp he wasn't the only one dazed, and that seemed to calm him.

Kurt brought his lips to the reddened head, that was already glistening a bit from pre-come. He licked it slowly. As with any food other than meat, Kurt couldn't really taste it, but he was so overwhelmed by Blaine's smell, that he didn't really mind. Encouraged by quickened breath of his guest, he opened his mouth and took as much of Blaine's manhood as he could inside. He tried to move his tongue around – as the book recommended – and it seemed to work, because he soon felt strong hands clinging into his hair and heard deep, throaty moans above him.

It was really hard for Blaine not to just give up control and start bucking his hips up. However, he was sure Kurt would freak up if he suddenly were to forcefully thrust into his mouth.

"Kurt..." he managed to utter "I can't... keep my hips down."

Fortunately the witchling heard him and put one hand – the other was steadily pumping the part of his cock that couldn't fit into his mouth – on his stomach keeping it firmly down. The additional body contact led Blaine to the edge.

"Kurt, I 'm close to..." he mewled. He didn't even know he could mewl. His hands tugged on the chestnut hair a bit tighter.

The witchling hummed something incomprehensible in response but kept his mouth and tongue around him. The soft vibrations from Kurt's voice set the shorter boy on fire and he couldn't hold it in anymore. His semen shot in between witchling's pink lips, while Blaine jerked his head back, wide eyes looking at star above them through the open ceiling of the arbour.

Kurt tried his best to swallow everything he pumped out through Blaine's orgasm, but there was still a leftover white trail on his swollen lips. He wiped it out with his sleeve and smiled – it was the first time he had a stain on his clothes and didn't care about it. Moment later he felt another touch on his lips – this time it was rough, tanned fingers. He looked at Blaine, at his warm hazel eyes and thought that maybe, just maybe he would want to leave his frozen castle if he could watch those eyes forever.

And then they lived happily ever aft... Not really. Next chapter: mornings bring news

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