"Blaine...you don't have to do this." Kurt forces out as his t-shirt is lifted over his head.
"I know. That's why I want to. You deserve to be worshipped, Kurt, and anyone who can't see that doesn't deserve a boyfriend as wonderful as you." Taking his time, Blaine circles him, placing soft kisses to his shoulders and across his back before reaching his chest, where he licks around one hard nipple, rolling the other one between his fingers causing Kurt to whimper quietly.
Pulling him into a passionate kiss, Kurt opens his mouth and lets his tongue swipe over Blaine's lips. Responding by letting his own tongue entwine, Blaine walks them backwards until Kurt's knees hit the bed and they fall onto the soft comforter. Straddling the older man, Blaine runs his hands over his smooth chest, fingers tracing over the defined muscle outlines. He chuckles softly as each of Kurts abs tense when he kisses them and tries to ignore the straining bulge as he carefully lowers the other man's pants, before removing them completely.
He really does worship Kurt's flawless body, kissing first up the inside of one leg, then the other. Nipping lightly at his inside thigh, Blaine ducks skilfully away as Kurt tries to push his face into his aching cock, still enclosed in his tight boxer briefs.
"Tease." Kurt pouts as Blaine kisses each jutting hip bone. He feels the boy smile against his skin before gasping as Blaine's tongue follows his treasure lines lower and lower, then moves back up to Kurt's lips, pulling the bottom one between his teeth.
Climbing off the bed, Blaine quickly removes his clothes, although he keeps his boxers on. Feeling rather shy all of a sudden, he lies next to Kurt and buries his face into his neck, content to just breathe his scent in and entwine their fingers.
"Hey..." Kurt lifts Blaine's chin so they have eye contact. "Relax."
Swallowing nervously, Blaine smiles and lifts a shaking hand to Kurt's face. "You are so beautiful, it takes my breath away." He rolls on top of Kurt once more, only this time there is more certainty in his touch. He wants to make this man fall apart, to see his eyes close in bliss as he comes from Blaine's own cock. Grinding down hard, Blaine moans deeply as he sucks a dark hickey into Kurt's neck. And all at once, his hands are roaming, stroking, rubbing, clutching and pulling at boxer briefs as he finishes undressing them both.
Reaching for lube and a condom, Blaine is surprised to see Kurt's hands shaking as much as his own as he rolls the condom onto Blaine. "You ok?" He asks as Kurt's blue eyes lock with his.
"Yeah, just feeling incredibly happy. You know, the usual when I'm around you." He wraps his arms around the boy's neck and they hold each other tightly until Blaine gasps when his cock nudges Kurt's thigh.
Bringing him back to the task in hand, Blaine lies Kurt down and hooks his leg around his waist. Pressing a trembling finger against his entrance, Blaine struggles against the urge to just take him there and then, the noises Kurt makes as he fingers him open going straight to his cock and making it drip.
"Holy shit Kurt!" He moans, clutching the sheets as he feels Kurt's ass clenching tightly around his fingers.
"Oh God Blaine, take me, just take me!" Kurt writhes on the bed as Blaine's delectable fingers- he's pretty sure they're magic- rub over his prostate. "Shit! Yes Blaine, right there!"
Smiling- partly in relief at knowing he's doing this right- Blaine shifts so he's between Kurt's legs. "This ok?"
"Hold on." Kurt reaches for a pillow and uses it to raise his hips. "Ok."
Blaine nods and pushes the tip of his cock into Kurt's entrance. "Fuuuuuuck." He growls, trying desperately not to come right there and then. "That is so good."
"Keep moving Tiger, it gets better." Kurt wraps one leg around Blaine's waist and urges him forward until he is buried deep inside Kurt's tight heat.
Falling forward so his arms are braced either side of Kurt's face, Blaine stills for a moment and looks into his eyes. "This is fucking amazing," he grins, "I love you." He leans down for a kiss, before starting to slowly move his hips.
Willing himself not to come too soon, he thrusts in and out of Kurt, who is moaning and falling apart beneath him. He is somewhat erratic, and his arms keep threatening to give out on him, so he moves Kurt's legs up to rest either side of his shoulders, enabling him to kneel and keep himself steady as he builds up a pace.
"Yes Blaine, oh god yes!"
And he knows he's hit that spot again. Kurt begins stroking his cock frantically, and Blaine is torn between watching or studying Kurt's face. Skin flushed, lip pulled between teeth and eyes partially closed, Kurt moans repeatedly as Blaine rocks the bed with the force of his thrusts.
"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt." Blaine is lost in bliss, repeating his boyfriends name- now his favorite ever word- over and over as he tries to bury himself deeper. He feels like he will never be able to get enough of this searing heat that is clenched around him, spreading through him and making every nerve in his body come alive. Suddenly and without warning, his orgasm is upon him. He pushes hard into Kurt with a shout, and at the pulsing of Blaine's cock inside him, Kurt comes himself- eyes rolling in his head with the sheer force of it.
Blaine collapses onto his side, reaching for the back of Kurt's neck so he can kiss him. He gives up as Kurt seems unable to move, and kisses his stomach instead before lying on his back, his heaving, panting chest rising and falling in time with his boyfriend.
Silence descends.
But it's a blissed out, happy kind of silence. The best kind. The kind when neither party has any thoughts or worries, and all that matters is the moment they have just shared. Kurt turns his head to look at Blaine, who is already looking well on his way to sleep.
"Your cock is huge."
A deep, resonating laugh rumbles through Blaine as he reaches for Kleenex to clear Kurt up.
"Well thank you very much, I guess." Kissing Kurt's lips softly, he balls the tissues up and pulls Kurt into the crook of his arm. "It was ok then?"
"More than ok. It was incredible. I just might not be able to sit behind my desk tomorrow."
Blaine chuckles once more. "Sleepy now."
"Mmm, me too." Kurt buries himself deeper into Blaine's embrace and starts to close his eyes.
"I should go."
"What?!" sitting upright, Kurt places one hand on Blaine's chest and stares at him. "Where are you going?"
"Erm...home?" he phrases it as a question, not quite sure why Kurt seems surprised.
"But...but...why would you go home? Don't you want to stay?"
Oh. Now he gets it. And now he feels bad. Kurt looks for all the world like he might cry any second. Blaine sits up and takes his hand.
"I just thought that we have school tomorrow, and I haven't been home for three days. And we've been together all weekend. I don't want to get on your nerves."
"But you're not getting on my nerves! I love having you here- I want you to be here. And we weren't together all weekend, you went out with your friends."
"For like, three hours." Blaine counters, but he's smiling fondly at Kurt. "I can stay, if you want."
"I want you to want to stay." Kurt says sullenly.
"Don't be ridiculous. You know I want to. And stop pouting."
"I just...I like having you around."
"As long as it's me you like, and not just anybody. Don't use me because you're lonely."
"Is that what you think I'm doing?"
"No. I don't. But you said you only stayed with Richard because you didn't want to be alone, and I don't want you to feel like you have to be with a guy to give credence to who you are- whether that's me or anyone else."
"You're right. I don't like being alone, but I promise you that I want you to stay with me because it's your arms I want to feel around me tonight, it's your beautiful face I want to see when I wake, and it's your name I want on my lips before work tomorrow. I need you."
"Will you cook me pasta?"
"I will cook you all the pasta you want, and you can eat if off my naked body."
Blaine scrunches up his face, as if giving that serious thought. "Nah. It might burn your flawless skin. A bowl will be fine."
"So you'll stay?"
"I'll stay. I need you, too."
Blaine leaves early the next morning, but not before they have made each other fall apart in the shower once more. He rolls his eyes at Kurt's request to see him before class- reminding him that although they may be more than comfortable with their relationship, the school board might not be quite so accepting. He goes home and gathers his school books, and packs a large suitcase to take back to Kurt's after school to save him keep coming back and forth.
Walking down the hallway, he finds himself stopping and staring into the English classroom. The door is slightly ajar, and he can see Kurt sat reading through a pile of papers. He looks so elegant and graceful, the curve of his neck, the way his fingers hold the paper, the way he bites his bottom lip from time to time, that Blaine is left standing there dumbstruck as the other students mill around him.
"Put your tongue away, Anderson." Santana snaps as she walks past, and it's that which causes Kurt to look up and see Blaine standing there. And really, they can't help but grin at one another. Santana's comment goes right over their heads as Blaine tries to decide if the risk of quickly kissing Kurt is worth taking. Deciding it is, he swiftly steps into the room and closes the door.
"I thought you said..." Cutting him off quickly, Blaine grabs Kurt's face and kisses him hard on the lips. Kurt's hands grip Blaine's waist, before the boy pulls away, leaving them both breathless.
"I love you." he says with a wink, before sauntering cockily out of the classroom and leaving Kurt trying to ignore the pain in his ass as he crosses his legs.
Both resist the urge to contact each other again, though it is hardly easy. By the time Glee club comes around, Kurt is wondering if it would be wholly inappropriate to conduct the rehearsal from Blaine's lap.
"Ok guys, it's sectionals on Saturday!" he calls over the chatter, "So let's give a final push and then we'll be ready to win."
"Have you got a hickey, Mr.H?" Puck asks suddenly.
Shit. Kurt had put makeup over it this morning, and thought the collar of his shirt had hidden it well enough. Obviously not. Blaine immediately turns beet red- a giveaway if ever he'd seen one- and Rachel looks at the floor, her hands, the ceiling, anywhere she can, except at Kurt.
"Um...I...um..." Kurt mumbles, cheeks matching Blaine's for color. Why is he panicking? Why? He's twenty seven for christ's sake. If he has a hickey, what does it matter? No one except him, Blaine and Rachel know who did it. His blundering answer is only making the situation worse.
"What does it matter Puckerman?" Santana drawls. "Leave Hummel to it. If he wants to get his mack on outside of school that's his choice."
"Um...right. Thank you Santana. Ok. Let's just focus on the music, shall we?"
And that is how their week progresses. Their evenings are spent entwined together once homework, grading and dinner are finished, they spend as much time as possible naked and exploring each other, finding new ways of making the other moan, whimper, and ultimately reach a quivering, mind-blowing orgasm. During the day they try desperately to ignore one another at school, pretending like nothing is amiss when they are in English class or Glee, before racing home to clutch desperately at one another and make extravagant claims about how much they missed the other between urgent kisses.
Blaine skypes with his mom on Wednesday, making sure he is home alone this time. Resolutely ignoring the more probing questions about his love life, Blaine reassures her that he is happy and working hard at school. He bluffs an answer about which colleges he's applied to, explaining that he is keeping his options open and hoping she doesn't take that as the 'I haven't applied anywhere' that it actually means.
When Kurt arrives home on Friday afternoon he is tired, stressed and more than a little anxious. Sectionals are the next day, and although Kurt really thinks they are ready, he can't help but worry. It's in his nature to wonder what could go wrong, or how he will cope with the looks on their faces is they don't win. And seeing as New Directions have gone unbeaten at sectionals for eleven years, there is more than a little bit of pressure on him. He is dismayed then, to see Blaine's car is not in it's usual spot. He's even more disappointed to realize that he hasn't been home at all, his school bag isn't in it's usual place and nothing has been disturbed since they left home that morning. Determined not to text and ask his whereabouts, Kurt busies himself with laundry, smiling to himself at the simple thrill that loading Blaine's clothes with his own brings. He nearly falls flat on his face when his phone buzzes with a text, rushing into the living room, he seizes it and feels a familiar flutter in his heart when he reads Blaine's name on the screen.
I'll pick you up at eight. xx
What? What does that mean?
What do you think it means? Just be ready. ;-)
Kurt finds himself grateful for the three hours notice as he uses every second of that time to prepare. Not knowing what Blaine's plans are, he finds himself changing outfit several times over before deciding on tight black pants paired with a light blue button up and gray vest. The doorbell rings and he bounces excitedly down the hallway to open it.
"I gave you a spare key!" he exclaims, reaching for Blaine's waist, but he steps out of reach.
"Ready for our date?" producing a large bunch of flowers from behind his back, Blaine smiles at his boyfriend with huge heart eyes before gently kissing his cheek. "You look beautiful."
"Blaine! Thank you! Oh gosh, no one has ever gotten me flowers before. A date? Where are we going and...oh this is all too much." Kurt cannot stop grinning insanely as his stomach swoops. He's never been wooed like this, and now here is this delectable, sweet, charming young man standing on his doorstep holding roses and wearing a suit.
Oh!
A suit!
"Oh my God Blaine! You look amazing! I should change."
"No, you shouldn't. You look perfect. Now come on."
"You're not going to tell me where we're going, are you?" Kurt asks as Blaine drives through the dark streets.
"Nope."
Kurt can't help but panic slightly. He's wondering where on earth could be considered safe enough for them to go on a date together without any risk of being seen. Relief floods him as they pull into Blaine's driveway.
"So...I wanted to take you out on a date...a proper one. But I can't really do that. So I've kind of bought you on a date here- if that's ok." Chewing his lip nervously, Blaine's eyes are wide in the darkness of the car as he searches for Kurt's reassurance.
"It's perfect, Blaine. Utterly perfect."
"I promise you though, the night I graduate I am taking you out to the best restaurant in Lima where I will buy you dinner and walk proudly with you on my arm for everyone to see."
"Breadstix? Really?"
"Ok, well maybe we'll go somewhere with a bit more class. But tonight, it's dinner Chez Anderson's." leaping from the car, Blaine walks around and pulls open the door for Kurt.
"Why thank you kind sir." Kurt nods as he takes Blaine's arm and they walk towards the house. They stop on the porch of course, pressing together and exchanging soft kisses as they allow their minds to wander back to the first time they kissed. Kurt tries unsuccessfully to deepen the kiss, but Blaine pulls him towards the front door, declaring he doesn't want dinner to be ruined no matter how much Kurt begs.
"Blaine...this is wonderful." Kurt whispers as he's shown into the dining room. The whole place is lit with candles, and the large dining table is set with two places adjacent to each other, and a vase containing a single yellow rose, with red tips. Kurt touches it carefully, it reminds him of Blaine. So delicate, yet so strong and striking.
"Do you...um...do you know the meaning of different colored roses?" Kurt asks.
"Well according to google, yellow with red tips signifies friendship and falling in love. So I'm kind of hoping google is right because I searched everywhere for that rose." Blaine laughs nervously.
"That's right."
They take each other in across the table, eyes sparkling in the candlelight and both knowing, in that one single moment, that there will never be another. Blaine walks round the table and reaches up slightly to wrap his arms around Kurt's neck.
"I may only be seventeen, and you can shoot me down for being unrealistic or promising too much too soon, but I need you to know. You're the love of my life."
This time the kiss is lingering, soft but with so much love and passion behind it that it leaves them both with tears glistening in their eyes.
"I love you too. I don't know what I've done to deserve someone as wonderful as you, but I promise I will love and cherish you for as long as you will let me." Kurt traces his fingers softly over the light stubble on Blaine's cheek.
"Forever." Blaine whispers, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch, "I want to be with you forever."
And Kurt doesn't disagree.
They keep the conversation light during dinner, mainly Kurt raving about how good the lasagna is, and Blaine trying to be bashful about such praise but actually revelling in it. Their thoughts, however, are very different.
Kurt can't stop thinking about Blaine's whispered 'forever.' He wants to ask him if he meant it, if at seventeen he can really be that certain about the future, he knows that he wasn't like that himself at that age, but was that because he hadn't met Blaine? About one thing Kurt has never been more certain- he's fallen hard for this boy, and if he ever has to let him go he's not sure he'll ever recover.
Blaine, for his part, is riding so high on a cloud of elation that he doesn't ever want to come down. He knew he loved Kurt, knew he was loved in return. But until that moment he didn't realize how deep it went. Ok, there was so much ahead of them that no one could make an accurate prediction of how it would all unfold, or even if they would make it through, but Blaine knew one thing- He belonged to Kurt for as long as he would have him.
"So why did you do this tonight?" Kurt asks, pushing his plate to one side and resting his chin on his palm.
"Um... I can't really answer anything when you look like that." Blaine answers as he takes in the candlelight flickering across Kurt's features as he gazes adoringly at him. "But...you seemed kind of worked up about sectionals tomorrow so I thought I'd try and take your mind off things."
"Well right now my mind and all of my senses are consumed by you, so I'd say it worked."
Blaine smiles shyly and picks at a non-existent bit of lint on the table cloth. "Ice cream?"
"Can I eat it off you?"
"No," Blaine replies, gathering the plates and heading towards the kitchen. "Too cold."
"You're no fun!" Kurt jokes.
Blaine stops in the doorway and arches an eyebrow at him. When he returns, he is holding a large bowl and one spoon, wearing nothing but his tie, and a pair of tight black briefs.
"Holy hell!" Kurt exclaims as his jaw falls open.
Silently, Blaine pulls Kurt's chair out from the table and straddles him, a devilish grin playing on his lips.
"Mmmmm," Kurt tries to rub his hands over Blaine's chest, but finds them placed back so they are resting on Blaine's waist instead.
"Down boy. I want to eat my ice cream." Blaine raises the spoon to his lips.
Kurt moans as Blaine's tongue snakes out and takes just the tiniest bit of ice cream from the spoon. He closes his eyes in mock pleasure as he continues to eat, pausing every now and then to return Kurt's wandering hands to his waist.
"This ice cream is so good. Shame you can't have any."
"What? Why?" Kurt tries to pout, but ends up laughing instead.
"Because you are a bad boy, Kurt Hummel, and you and your smutty mind must be punished."
Kurt throws his head back and laughs, which changes to a strangled whimper as he takes in the sight of Blaine giving head to a spoonful of ice cream.
"You love my smutty mind."
"You have corrupted me."
"Not sorry." Kurt smirks, and his breathing quickens as he sees how dark Blaine's eyes have become.
Quickly, Blaine dips his fingers into the bowl, scooping out some partially melted ice cream and dripping it slowly into his mouth. "Tastes good baby. Wanna try?"
Kurt gulps audibly and nods, opening his mouth and sucking greedily on Blaine's fingers for as long as he lets him.
"Oh Kurt," Blaine purrs, "I thought I said you weren't allowed any? Guess I'll just have to punish you more."
"Oh Jesus." Kurt's eyes are wide as he realises Blaine's game. "I am so done for."
Blaine chuckles as he pulls off his tie and moves to bind Kurt's wrists lightly to the back of the chair. The small hint of nerves playing in his eyes belies the confident act he's portraying, but that only serves to turn Kurt on even more. He feels himself grow fully hard as he realizes he is now completely at the mercy of this young man, who is currently taunting him by showing his ass to it's full potential as he bends to remove Kurt's shoes and socks.
"Know what I'm gonna do baby?" Blaine's breath comes hot in Kurt's ear as he straddles him once more. "I'm gonna eat my dessert while you eat me. Then I'm going to let you watch as I stretch myself open before riding your big, hard cock. Ok?"
"Oh fuck."
"I'll take that as a yes." Blaine stands and removes his briefs. Although eagerly anticipating what is to come, Kurt is slightly sad to see them go. Fucking hell they are so tight, and they cup his tight round ass perfectly, hugging every curve and emphasising the bulging outline of his erection.
"You need to wear briefs more often." Kurt manages to croak out.
"And you need to suck my cock." Blaine answers, and he climbs onto the dining room table so his hard cock, which is dripping in pre-come already, is level with Kurt's mouth.
Needing no encouragement, Kurt licks the underside of Blaine's cock slowly, teasingly as the young boy continues to eat ice cream as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Swirling his tongue around the head, Kurt looks up and catches Blaine looking down at him as he gathers the pre come on his tongue and swallows.
"You taste better than ice cream anyway," Kurt remarks with a wicked grin.
"Open." Blaine places the spoon to Kurt's lips.
Taking the ice cream in his mouth, Kurt skilfully leans forward and also takes the head of Blaine's dick in too, the searing heat and freezing cold providing such delicious contrast that the bowl clatters to the table forgotten as Blaine pushes forward into Kurt's mouth.
"Fucking hell Kurt!" He cries, tangling his hands into chestnut brown locks as he feels Kurt swallow around him. Forgetting his role playing for a moment, Blaine loses it as Kurt hums around him and begins to suck his cock eagerly. "Oh shit that feels so good baby. Yes!" he yells as he grips the edge of the table with one hand and the back of Kurt's head with the other. Bracing his feet either side of the chair, Blaine has just the leverage he needs to fuck Kurt's face, and he does, groaning as he watches Kurt's cheeks hollow out around him.
Feeling that now familiar tightening in his stomach, Blaine is unable to stave off his release as he comes into Kurt's perfect and willing mouth, dick pulsing and legs trembling as his hot come spurts down his boyfriends throat. "Fuck Kurt, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..."
"Don't stop." Kurt begs as he licks the last drops of white from his lips. "I'm so fucking turned on right now. Please, let me watch you finger yourself."
"I...uh...I..."
"Please baby, please!" Kurt is a whimpering mess, desperate for some sort of action and release. He could probably untie himself if he wanted- but that's the point- he doesn't.
Blaine climbs off the table and unbuttons Kurt's vest and shirt, pushing them as far off his shoulders as he can. Next he encourages Kurt to lift his ass slightly so he can remove his pants and underwear. Satisfied, Blaine steps back to drink in the sight before him. Kurt, sitting there, toned chest heaving with desire, cock standing upright, full and twitching with want.
"Touch me, please." Kurt pleads, blue eyes wide and practically salivating as he watches Blaine stroke himself to full hardness once more.
"Not yet." Blaine leaves, returning seconds later with lube and condoms. He proceeds to drip lube over his fingers then turns so he's gripping the edge of the table, ass pushing slightly towards Kurt's face.
Circling his entrance, Blaine moans as he pushes into himself with two fingers, the burn being just the right side of pleasurable. Kurt, for his part can only sit and watch, mouth open, as Blaine pushes back onto his slicked up fingers. His dick rigid and dripping, Kurt is now desperate.
"Fuck yourself open for me baby, yes!" He cries. "Want you to ride me. Holy shit Blaine, you look so beautiful like this. Fuck yourself on three fingers for me baby, do it."
Blaine obeys, pushing himself back further towards Kurt, just close enough that Kurt can reach out and bite into that firm ass as if it were a ripe peach.
"Shit!" Blaine pants as he continues to pump into himself while Kurt alternates between biting and sucking his ass cheeks. "Enough, need you inside me now."
Kurt thinks he may cry with relief as Blaine finally takes him in his hand and rolls a condom down his length. Slicking him up with the lube, Blaine places a kiss Kurt's lips as he slowly sinks down onto him.
Both men cry out, Blaine's hands locked together behind Kurt's head as he adjusts to the overwhelming feeling of fullness. "Sweet Jesus. Your dick is fucking amazing." Blaine murmurs hotly in Kurt's ear as he rises slightly, then sinks back again.
"I might not last very long..." Kurt chokes out as Blaine continues to slowly rise and fall onto his hard, aching cock. "The things you do...should...ah!...be illegal"
Blaine reaches around and unites Kurt's wrists. "Hold me." And Kurt's hands fly to his slender hips as he guides his boyfriend and moves slightly so they are pressed closer together.
"I love you so much Blaine." He leans up and captures the boys dark red lips in a sloppy, out of control kiss. Pushing up to meet him, he wraps a hand around Blaine's cock, trying frantically to hold off his own orgasm until he's seen Blaine tip over the edge once more.
"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!" Blaine screams, throwing his head back in pleasure as he feels the tip of Kurt's cock hitting that sweet spot. "Gonna...umpf..." Blaine comes wordlessly, eyes locked on Kurt's as he spills up into him and clutches Blaine's waist to stop him falling.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Kurt manages to stammer, before Blaine falls against him heavily, sweaty and panting.
"Can't move." Blaine mutters into Kurt's neck.
"It was probably very sensible we didn't go out for dinner." Kurt says after a while.
"Why?" comes the muffled response.
"I think our behavior may have been frowned upon."