A/N- A little earlier, in celebration of Darren and his fabulous guy liner and the prospect of CWM being released ;)
Blaine's hands are everywhere. The suitcases stand abandoned in the middle of the room as both men tug at zippers and buttons, Blaine sucking and biting at every new bit of Kurt's flesh as it becomes exposed. He quickly lifts his own shirt over his head, buttons still fastened, and shucks out of his pants and underwear. Pushing Kurt into the wall, he presses his body against his and moans deeply.
"You have no idea how much I've missed this." he whispers as he pulls Kurt's earlobe between his teeth. "Every second of everyday I have been imagining being naked with you again. Kissing you, licking you, fucking you..."
"Yes, shit! Yes!" Kurt cries as Blaine runs his hands reverently over the pale chest, familiarizing himself once more with the glorious expanse of skin. Kurt throws his head back and gives himself over to Blaine's dominance. He needs this, they both need this. Blaine needs to be in control. The time for teasing and long, drawn out lovemaking can come later, right now he needs to find his release in Kurt, and Kurt wants him to- wants to feel owned by him.
Blaine kisses his way down Kurt's body. As soon as he's low enough Kurt's fingers fly into those curls he loves so much, tugging, pulling and sending Blaine wild with lust as he sucks a dark hickey onto a jutting hip bone before sinking his mouth down around his achingly hard cock.
"Holy fuck!" Kurt cries. He tries hard to stay still, but then Blaine's hands are on his ass, urging him forward, deeper into his warm mouth. "God...yes Blaine. Jesus fucking Christ!" he yells, and then shuts up as Blaine pushes two fingers into his mouth. He sucks on them hungrily, desperate with desire and a need for more. More friction, more touching, he can't get enough of this boy, doesn't think he ever will.
Standing, Blaine hooks Kurt's leg around his waist pressing his wet fingers against Kurt's tight hole. Kurt hisses at the intrusion at first, but soon forgets about the pain and enjoys the burn and slow drag of Blaine's fingers working him open. His mouth works hard on Blaine's neck and shoulder, worrying the flesh between his teeth before running his tongue over the marks he's created. Throwing his head back, Blaine pushes Kurt harder against the wall, covering his body and moaning wantonly as their cocks align and the friction begins to build.
"Blaine," Kurt pants suddenly, head thumping back against the wall and eyes wide with longing. "I...I..got tested."
Blaine's fingers still as he pulls back to look at Kurt slightly. "And?"
"We're good."
"Mmmmm, God I'm gonna fuck you so hard." Blaine growls, and licking his palm he quickly strokes himself, having absolutely no intention of moving to get lube.
"Blaine, I don't know if I can take..."
"Yeah you can baby. Take it. Let me fuck you." he purrs into Kurt's ear as he brings the tip of his cock to Kurt's entrance. Slowly, he pushes inside. It's tighter than Blaine ever remembers, and the knowledge, the feeling of there being absolutely no barrier between them, is indescribable in its pleasure.
"Fuck." they both murmur together, and Kurt takes Blaine's face in his hands and kisses him deeply.
"Love you," Blaine whispers with a grin.
"Love you too. I'm all yours." Kurt whispers in return.
"Yeah." Gripping the bathroom door frame, Blaine pulls nearly all the way out then thrusts back into Kurt hard, then harder still- spurred on by the shouts and gasps coming from the wrecked man trapped helplessly against the wall.
"You're mine," Blaine continues, loving the way Kurt becomes more undone the more he speaks.
"Yes Blaine...yours...shit...yes!"
"No one elses, not ever. Just mine." His thrusts are deep and long, each one tearing Kurt open, relentless waves of pleasure and pain adding up to the most incredible feeling he's ever experienced. "Take it baby, take it."
Kurt is oblivious to whatever Blaine is saying, just letting the animalistic growl of his voice wash over him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He starts to stroke himself, Blaine needing both his hands to hold them against the wall through the force of his erratic thrusting.
"Blaine...I'm...Oh!" Kurt comes with a shout, the longest and most intense orgasm he's ever known. Throwing his head back, Blaine grits his teeth as Kurt clenches repeatedly around him. "Let go baby, come in my ass." Kurt pants, and that's all Blaine needs, spilling into Kurt over and over until he collapses against him, a quivering wreck.
"Holy hell. I think I'm dead." he murmurs into the crook of Kurt's neck. He pulls out carefully and leads Kurt into the bathroom to clean them both up, stopping to kiss Kurt's adorably flushed cheeks and swollen lips. He finds two robes on the back of the door and wraps Kurt in one before putting the other one on.
"So as I was saying, you can see Times Square from here." Kurt says, tugging Blaine across the room to the large window. Blaine laughs and circles his arms around him, hooking his chin over Kurt's shoulder and not caring that he has to stand slightly on tiptoe to do so.
"It's beautiful. As are you." Blaine says softly, squeezing him tightly. "How are you feeling?"
"Amazing." Kurt answers, turning so he can wrap his arms around Blaine's neck. "Like we've found ourselves again. You?"
"Tired, hungry and smug."
"Smug?"
"Because I have the most amazing, wonderful, adorable and handsome boyfriend in the whole world and he gave me hot, bareback wall sex as a birthday present."
Kurt laughs and walks them backwards to the enormous bed. "It was as much a gift for me, although I'm not sure I'll be able to walk tomorrow. Did you want to go out to eat, or get room service?"
"Room service." Blaine decides. "Then mutual cock appreciation until sleep takes over."
"You're too much." Kurt laughs, throwing his head back and showing his perfect teeth.
"I love it when you laugh." Blaine props himself on one elbow, smiling at Kurt so sweetly that his blue eyes start to glisten.
"No one else makes me laugh like you do." Kurt says, then quickly adds; "That's a good thing!"
"Then I'll take it as a compliment."
They order food then shower, putting the robes back on as Blaine points out there's absolutely no need for clothes. He sits against the head of the bed, pulling Kurt in between his legs and they stare contentedly at the brightly lit Manhattan skyline. Reaching for his guitar, Blaine manages to wrap his arms around Kurt and strum softly as Kurt snuggles in tighter against him.
"Sing for me," he whispers.
"What do you want me to sing?"
"Little Things," Blaine says, announcing the title in a voice which carries just a hint of nerves.
"Thank you, and can you tell us the background to the piece, how you came to compose it? Where did the inspiration come from?"
"Uh...I wrote it for my boyfriend, Kurt." And the entire audition panel turn as Blaine gestures toward the back of the auditorium and Kurt gives a timid wave. "It's um...it's my love song to him." He smiles softly and plays with the edges of his bowtie- the burgandy music note one Kurt had given him for Christmas.
"Very well Mr. Anderson, you may proceed."
"I'm telling you, you were amazing!" Kurt repeats, arm in arm with a still shaking Blaine as they walk towards the metro station.
"I don't know. I mean, most people's compositions were just instrumental. Apart from that one girl who sang that madrigal."
"Which was terrible."
"Even so, they were all classically based. What if that's what they're looking for though?"
"You showed them you could do classical though. I've never heard you play like that before, that Rac...whatever piece,"
"Rachmaninov."
"That's it. Your fingers seemed to fly across the keys."
"I dropped a note or two."
"Will you stop?" Kurt sighs exasperatedly, turning on the sidewalk and placing his hands on Blaine's shoulders. "Look at me. Just have a bit of faith in yourself. They loved that song, I could tell. What made you decide to do it?"
"When I sang it to you last night...I realized it's the most emotional thing I've ever written. The lyrics...I feel they show a piece of me. It's my heart in that song and I'm telling everyone how I feel about you. And I wanted them to see that, to know that about me, because you're the most important part of my life."
"And that's what you did Blaine. You can't do any more. And whatever happens, we will be living here in the fall." He kisses Blaine, right there, in the middle of the busy New York sidewalk, people jostling all around them but the only thing that matters at that moment in time, is the two of them.
"Okay," Blaine says as they pull apart, slightly breathless. "I know I said I wanted to see the sights, but I'm thinking hotel blow jobs first."
"Good plan."
The afternoon is spent being tourists. Kurt takes great pleasure in taking as many photos of Blaine's overawed face as possible, but the best part- for both- is stopping passers by and asking them to take a picture of "me and my boyfriend, please." And no one cares, no one raises eyebrows when they realize it's two guys, no one notices the age gap, and of course, no one knows they're not supposed to be together in the first place. They stand on the deck of the Staten Island Ferry, sharing ice cream and enjoying the cold February breeze on their faces. Blaine is wrapped inside Kurt's overcoat, doing most of the eating while Kurt holds the cone.
"I love it here, Kurt."
"I'm glad. I hoped you would...thought you would, but it's wonderful to see you so happy."
"Likewise."
"Feels good, doesn't it, to be away from it all?"
"Amazing. It's like nothing else matters. School, finals, Richard, none of it."
"It's the trial when we get back." Kurt points out.
"Don't remind me." Blaine says, leaning back further against Kurt and feeling suddenly somber.
"No, you know what? I won't. You're right. Nothing else matters right now. So, I have my two best friends waiting to meet you. What do you say to Mexican for dinner?"
"KUUUUUURT!" Blaine is almost knocked over as two women charge across the mexican restaurant towards them and fling themselves at Kurt, who laughs loudly and hugs them back.
"Ladies, good to see you again." he nods in mock politeness. "So, this," he says, taking a hold of Blaine's hand and pulling him back to his side, "This is my boyfriend, Blaine." And he beams. He's not been able to introduce him as such before, and it it's every bit as perfect sounding as he thought it would be. "Blaine, this is Lynn and Leigh."
"Nice to meet you," Blaine says politely, and offers his hand to Lynn to shake.
"Oh my God you are adorable!" she shrieks, bypassing the hand and flinging her arms around him.
"Cute." Leigh smiles, hugging him warmly and touching his hair briefly to see if it's really as soft as she thinks it is. "You've done well for yourself, Kurt."
"Yeah," a still beaming Kurt says dreamily, and you may as well put up a neon flashing heart sign between the pair as they gaze adoringly at each other. "He's a keeper."
The girls squeal excitedly then lead the way to their table, and over burritos and plenty of mexican beer, begin to get to know Blaine.
"So when Kurt said he was dating a student, I was picturing some geeky looking school kid. Not this," Leigh says, gesturing up and down Blaine's body. "You are seriously hot, young man. Are you really only seventeen?"
"Uh..eighteen now. Yesterday in fact."
"But for the purposes of tonight's activities, you're twenty one, right?" Lynn replies, handing him a fake ID.
"What? No. No you two, just no."
"Why not Kurt? Because he's still a kid? Because if he is, and you're dating him...then that's creepy." Leigh grins, knowing she has him trapped.
"I...oh fine. But don't get sloppy." He points at Blaine, who shakes his head and clutches the card triumphantly.
"That calls for cocktails." Lynn declares, calling a waiter over. "Congratulations Kurt, he's finally legal."
"He was already legal, thank you. I'm not that bad." Kurt retorts.
"No I wasn't." Blaine says, the beer loosening his tongue already, "Because you're my teacher. That's why you were arrested."
"You were arrested? Oh my God Kurt!" Lynn lowers her voice to a whisper, "What the hell did you do?"
Kurt sighs and fills them in, holding Blaine's hand tightly as he recounts what Richard had done and how the police had seemed far more interested in questioning Kurt as if he were a criminal, that actually pursuing Blaine's case.
"I knew I never liked that smug bastard." Leigh says angrily when Kurt has finished.
"Me neither. I hated it when you were with him, Kurt. Remember when he caught us looking through your dvd collection to see if you had any porn? He was so defensive."
"To be fair, you shouldn't really have been looking."
"Whatever." Lynn declares.
"So, they've charged him, yes? He'll go down?" Leigh asks.
"They've charged him. Whether he goes down or not is another question. The jury will probably consist of typical mid-west small minded individuals who see it as a gay guy who got what's coming to him."
"But Richard's gay!" Lynn points out.
"I know, but there's still a lot of people who want to see gay people punished, regardless of who's carrying it out."
"Jesus. You need to get out of there Kurt."
"We are."
"What?" the girls say together.
"Blaine and I are moving to New York in the summer. Blaine auditioned for Julliard this morning."
They are deafened by the girls squeals of delight and spend the rest of the meal discussing where they might think about living, and the girls take great delight in retelling stories of when Kurt had roomed with them straight out of college.
They decide to head to a club, it was always Kurt's favourite when he lived in the City, but Richard had hated it so he hadn't visited in a long time. He goes to settle the bill, leaving a nervous Blaine alone with the girls.
"So, do you fuck at school?" Leigh asks bluntly.
"Excuse me?"
"We like to know these things. For reasons." Lynn adds. "Gay sex is hot as hell. Much better than straight sex."
"I...uh...I...Well no."
"No you haven't had sex in school, or no you haven't had sex?" Leigh asks, incredulity in her voice, "Because if he hasn't tapped it already there's something seriously wrong with him."
"Oh we've had sex alright." Blaine says quickly, and he's unable to resist grinning broadly. "But not in school. Kurt likes to play hard to get."
"What's this?" Kurt asks with a smile, wrapping his arm around Blaine as they walk out into the cold night air.
"You and your boy need to do the nasty in school." Lynn says with a wicked grin.
"No."
"Ooh, and film it." Leigh adds.
"Yes, and send it to us."
"For reasons." they both add together, and fall into a fit of laughter.
"Yes, I know perfectly well what your reasons are, thank you. I told you Blaine, they're ridiculous."
"We could though." Blaine says, in what he believes to be a quiet voice, but it clearly isn't judging by the way the girls whoop and holler.
"Are you drunk?" Kurt asks, taking him in. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is starting to break free from it's gel, but Kurt can't tell if it's as a result of the alcohol or being turned on.
"A little, maybe. But it's still an idea."
"Blaine, I just want to get through these last few months without drawing any attention to us. If you honestly think I am going to make a sex tape with you in school, much less send it to these two morons, then you are very sorely mistaken."
Kurt's little diva moment has Leigh and Lynn clutching at each other for support, tears of laughter streaming down their faces as they try to plead with Kurt to change his mind.
"No. Now come on, I need some more drink."
Blaine has lost count of how much alcohol he's had. He stopped a while back and switched to water, but he still feels as if everything is spinning as he concentrates on not falling off his bar stool. The music is loud, and he laughs as he watches Lynn and Leigh dancing while he waits for Kurt to return from the bathroom.
"Hey there, can I buy you a drink?" a voice asks, and he turns to see a pair of brown eyes staring down at him. Squinting, he pulls the guys face into focus and smiles back.
"No, thanks. I have a boyfriend."
"He doesn't need to know. It's just a drink." the guy persists, turning on a charming smile.
"No, really. He's hot and really good in bed. I don't want anyone else."
The man starts to lean in closer, when Blaine finds himself pulled from his stool by the front of his shirt.
"Mine." Kurt says with a sneer at the other guy, before drawing Blaine in for a searing kiss. "We're dancing." He struts onto the dance floor and pulls a wobbly Blaine close to him, grinding their crotches together as they continue to kiss.
"Stop it." Blaine slurs in his ear above the music. "You're turning me on."
"You say it like that's a bad thing"
"I'm hard."
"So am I. Feels good when I press against you."
Kurt grips his ass a little tighter as Blaine gives in and lets his tongue find it's way into Kurt's mouth.
"Get a room!" Leigh yells as she shimmies around them.
"We have one," Kurt yells back smugly, "And that's where we're going right now!"
"Oh my God you're really drunk." Kurt notes as Blaine ricochets off the wall and lands on the floor.
"No I'm not." Blaine giggles, sitting up and trying to compose himself.
"You are. You're giggling. So either you've morphed into a twelve year old girl, or you're drunk, and given the way you're staring at me with your mouth hanging open, I'm sticking with drunk."
"Are you?"
"A little, but I get bad hangovers so I've learned when to stop. Age has it's advantages." he remarks as he watches Blaine attempting to unbutton his shirt. "Still, you're an adorable drunk, so I'll let you off. Let's get you to bed."
"Sex."
"What?" Kurt huffs as he manhandles Blaine onto the bed.
"I demand sex."
Kurt laughs loudly. "Not a hope in hell. You'll either fall asleep or throw up halfway through."
"Did you have fun tho?" Blaine murmurs, face smashed into the pillow as Kurt takes off his pants.
"The best. What about you?"
"Brilliant time. I love those girls."
"Hmm, they loved you. I thought they would."
"Oh!" Blaine says as he sits up, remembering. "We have to make them a tape. I promised."
"Uh-huh. If you still feel that way in the morning, I'll consider it. Now sleep."