Kurt throws his head back as Blaine kisses his throat, the hot water cascading over them as the bathroom fills with steam. He tangles his fingers into dark, wet curls as Blaine sucks hard on his neck- Kurt wondering for a second if his body will ever be free from markings again. Hickeys, scratches, hand shaped bruises on hips- they're both covered. The thought turns Kurt on even more, knowing that everyone will be able to see that he is marked, owned by Blaine. Deciding to return the favour, he pulls Blaine's face up to level with his and they kiss intensely before Kurt works his way along Blaine's collar bone, scraping his teeth and sucking hard.
"Mine," Kurt growls and is rewarded with a soft whimper from Blaine. "My boy."
"Fuck, yes!" Blaine moans as Kurt kisses his way lower, the water streaming down and plastering his hair to his head. "Suck me baby, please."
"Fuck my face." Kurt demands, looking up at Blaine as he kneels on the floor of the enormous shower, Blaine's rigid cock grazing his cheek. Kurt turns to nudge it with his nose before ghosting his mouth over it.
Unable to stand the anticipation any longer- they've been exploring one another with roaming hands and teasing tongues since they stepped under the spray- Blaine pulls Kurt's hair hard and forces his length into his ready and willing mouth. He is ruthless, determined to gain the satisfaction he so desperately craves as he pushes harder, faster and deeper into Kurt's mouth.
"You look so good Kurt," Blaine murmurs as he watches his pink lips stretch sinfully around his cock. Kurt hums in response and takes Blaine deeper, if that's possible. His balls are now hitting Kurt's chin with each thrust, and when Kurt starts to roll them in his hands that's it. Blaine comes deep in his throat, gripping onto Kurt's hair for dear life as his cock twitches and spurts until he is spent.
"How do you manage to do that?" Blaine asks as Kurt stands and pulls him into his arms once more.
"What?"
"Take me so deep?"
"I learned from you."
Blaine laughs, and Kurt loves the way he can still make him blush with an innocent remark. "Well thank you for the compliment, but I somehow don't think you did."
"I'm serious!" Kurt protests as he starts to wash Blaine's hair tenderly. "You were made to suck cock Blaine. Well, my cock to be specific. You just seem to be unnaturally gifted at it, so I took what you showed me and put it into practice."
"Can I show you again?" Blaine asks, scrunching his eyes shut as he rinses the shampoo, grinning all the while.
"I thought you'd never ask."
They stroll through Central Park, hand in hand and enjoying the bright winter sunshine. Blaine's eyes go this way and that, trying to take in all his surroundings.
"This park is amazing." he says for at least the fifth time. "We should get an apartment that overlooks it."
"Yeah...okay. When we're both earning mega bucks that is." Kurt laughs.
"Ugh...Is it that expensive?"
"Yes. But there are other parks, in other areas. Lynn and Leigh live in Brooklyn- it's quite nice."
"Are you excited?" Blaine asks, turning to Kurt with shining, honey colored eyes.
"Ridiculously so. This will be us, our future, our adventure. Kurt and Blaine take on the world!" he says with a dramatic flourish as Blaine laughs and pulls him in for a kiss. "And I don't care how many apartments we have to look through, we will find the one that is perfect for us."
"And when people ask where I live, I'll be able to say 'Oh I have an apartment with my boyfriend.'" Blaine adds, catching onto Kurt's excitement.
"Yes, your older, ridiculously handsome and talented boyfriend who will kick your ass if anyone so much as looks at you. That should do it."
"Seriously, I would love to see you kick someones ass." Blaine laughs, then goes suddenly somber as they both think back to that night.
"I should have." Kurt says quietly.
"No." Blaine halts their walking and forces Kurt to look at him. "I'm not going over this again. You shouldn't have. I told you to go. And you know what? If you had stayed I would never have forgiven you, or myself, and we wouldn't even be standing here having this conversation. So shut your mouth Hummel, and appreciate the fact that you still have a boyfriend." Blaine smiles at him lovingly and circles his arms around his waist.
"Well when you put it like that." Kurt teases. They kiss, but Kurt pulls away when he feels tears start to prick behind his eyes.
"What is it?" Blaine asks softly caressing his cheek.
"Oh, I don't know. Nothing and everything, all at the same time."
"Try me." Blaine says, guiding him to a nearby bench and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
"You've changed." Kurt notes. "In a good way. And our relationship has changed too. We've always gotten along, and the age thing hasn't mattered, but it was still there."
"Teacher and student." Blaine offers.
"I guess. In a way. Yeah. I mean it was me who had no constraints, no limits. I guess I taught you things, but I'd like to think we explored together." he says with a knowing squeeze to Blaine's leg.
"I'd like to think we still are."
"Definitely. But it's like your mom said- suddenly you're this man. This man who can comfort me, guide me, reassure me. I'm so proud of you, Blaine. And I don't mean to sound like I'm patronising you, because I'm not. But I'm really proud of who you've become."
"Um...these are all good things." Blaine says with a kiss to Kurt's hair. "Where's the but?"
"But...I don't want to go back to reality. Back to being your teacher, you having curfew, not being able to sleep over, keeping all this a secret once more."
"Then don't let it be our reality, Kurt. Let our reality be when we're sitting in front of your computer, making plans for moving here. When we have entire Saturdays or Sundays to be lazy and stay wrapped up in each other. When we can have dinner with our families and we can hold hands and look at each other as often as we choose. The school stuff, the trial, all of it...just treat it like a role in a film. Act it out, then when it's over, down tools and walk away."
"You are so calm and rational." Kurt says as he plays with Blaine's fingers.
"I don't know about that. Inside I feel completely pissed that we have to go back tomorrow. This has been perfect. But it's only three months to graduation, and there's a lot to happen in that time."
"Meeting Cooper for a start."
"Meeting Cooper. Oh God."
"I'm looking forward to it."
"Yeah...I'll ask again after."
The pair pick up their stroll once more before meeting Lynn and Leigh for lunch. At Blaine's eager request, they take in the Empire State Building, Broadway, Rockefeller Center and Times Square- making sure to get obnoxious coupley photos of them taken at each location. Kurt takes them to the most wonderful Thai restaurant, Blaine declaring their food is better than sex, until Kurt takes him back to the hotel and shows him otherwise.
The morning arrives too quickly and Kurt wakes to find Blaine lying on his stomach, head resting on his folded arms.
"Hey." he mumbles.
"Well I've never seen anyone so pleased to see me." Kurt quips.
"How long have we got?"
"Two hours before we have to check out. Looks like you could do with a massage," Kurt states and he goes quickly to the bathroom for his scented oil. Returning, he straddles Blaine's legs and kisses that pert, delectable ass quickly before dripping oil onto Blaine's back. "Your ass is completely perfect." Kurt says as he starts to rub at the knots in Blaine's shoulders. "Like seriously flawless. I might have to take a photo of it so I can keep looking at it."
"You might not." Blaine mutters into the bed. Clearly still sulking, Kurt thinks to himself, and he knows just how to remedy that.
"Oh I don't know. It would keep me occupied at work. While my Freshman class are destroying the great works of Oscar Wilde, I could be staring at a picture of your ass, stroking myself under my desk as I imagine myself pushing inside you." Blaine stays silent, but Kurt is rewarded with feeling his butt cheeks twitch slightly. He carries on his massage as he continues to speak. "Maybe I could take more photos...One of your face as you come for me. Or you, kneeling in front of me and sucking me off- you know how much I love that. Maybe I could actually take a picture of my hard dick inside you, fucking you open. Then I wouldn't need to spend any time in the teachers lounge at all, I could just lock myself in a bathroom stall and jerk off at the thought of you, stretched so wide as I pound into your sweet ass..."
"Enough already! Jesus!" Blaine yells, nearly knocking Kurt to the floor as he pushes his ass into the air. "Just take me. Please. Don't bother with any of that foreplay crap, just fuck your dick into me. Now!"
"Oh. Well. If you insist..." Kurt says sweetly, his cock already gathering pre-come which he rubs over Blaine's hole- still slightly stretched and red from the previous nights activities.
"I do," Blaine growls, pushing back to meet Kurt who quickly works lube over himself and Blaine's entrance before pushing swiftly inside.
"Fucking hell!" Blaine yells, and Kurt finds himself almost struggling to breathe as the tightness and heat surrounds him.
"Does it hurt?" he manages to choke out.
"Yes it fucking hurts!" Blaine almost screams, "But it's so good. Fuck me Kurt." he moans as he drops his head down onto the pillow.
"Blaine...I..."
"Kurt..." Blaine warns and Kurt knows its pointless trying to argue and just lets him have it. Gripping his hips tightly, he slams into Blaine repeatedly, spurred on by the yells coming from Blaine, getting louder and louder as the pain and pleasure mingle to bring him closer and closer to the edge.
"Not gonna...I...too fucking good..." Blaine manages to get out, the very breath being knocked out of him as Kurt seems to double his efforts.
"Yes...yes" Kurt moans, head thrown back as he rubs across Blaine's back with one hand. "Let me..."
"What? What the fuck are you doing?" Blaine cries as Kurt stills for a second. He hears the unmistakable sound of a camera shutter, and twists his head in time to see Kurt smiling at his phone screen. "You did not."
"Oh but I did." Kurt says, starting to move again and taking another quick photo.
"I was right there," Blaine moans.
"I know. And you'll be there again soon." He answers, wrapping a hand around Blaine's cock as he thrusts. "Do you like the thought of me jerking off because of you Blaine?" He puffs out.
"Yes...fuck...yes."
"Do you? Do you wish you could watch me stroking my hard cock as I look at pictures of you being fucked by me?"
"Shit...yes...yes!" Blaine cries, "Film it...film it and send it to me." Blaine begs.
"I might." Kurt muses as if he's out for a Sunday afternoon stroll, and not mercilessly fucking his boyfriend. "Or I might let you watch, and clean me up after."
"Oh Jesus..." Blaine moans, incapable of finishing his sentence. He throws his head forward again, only to have it yanked backwards by Kurt's fist.
"Come for me." he commands, and his hand leaves Blaine's hair to pick up his phone once more, snapping away repeatedly as Blaine comes hard over the sheets.
"Fuck!" Kurt cries out as Blaine clenches around him, and he drops the phone to grip Blaine with both hands as he comes inside him. He stills for a while, trying to catch his breath. Pulling out carefully, he places a tender kiss to that beautiful ass, and then finds himself unable to keep from running his tongue over Blaine's gaping hole, gathering his own come before pushing Blaine onto his back and kissing him deeply.
"Mmmm," they moan together as the taste of Kurt fills their mouths. "Jesus Kurt...just when I thought you couldn't get any hotter, you turn on the filth."
"Why are you holding my phone?" Kurt asks Blaine as he lies on his back next to him.
"You dropped it."
"Wanna see what I got?"
"Hell yeah." Blaine grins as he rolls into Kurt's arms.
They examine the photos together, some being rather blurry given the force of Kurts thrusts, but most being incredibly sexy and making them both hard again.
"What the...?"
"I told you, you dropped it." Blaine says with a grin as Kurt scrolls through countless photos detailing his orgasm in minute detail.
"Is that...?" He asks, twisting the phone this way and that.
"You licking the come out my ass." Blaine says bluntly, then blushes at his crudeness.
"That is hot as hell." Kurt states, as he throws the phone to one side and pulls Blaine on top of him.
They just manage to check out on time, the housekeeping staff giving them knowing looks as they emerge from the room next door- clearly having heard their two hour marathon. Blaine has to rest his weight to one side or the other for the whole flight home, and walks gingerly towards Finn who is there to meet them.
"Woah dude, what happened to you?" He asks, causing Kurt to dissolve into laughter.
"Shut up." Blaine hisses, and Finn turns bright red as it dawns on him.
"You said you love it when I laugh." Kurt counters, pressing himself closer to Blaine's side.
"With me, not at me."
"Whatever, you love me." Kurt looks down at him slightly and presses a kiss to the tip of his nose.
"Yeah I do," Blaine grins back, until Finn clearing his throat interrupts them.
"Guys...you can't. Not here."
"Yeah...sorry." Kurt mutters, and reluctantly pulls himself apart from a suddenly downcast Blaine.
"You don't have to be sorry to me." Finn states kindly as he picks up their bags. "I'm guessing you guys had a good time judging by the way he's walking and the fact that you're gonna have to wear scarves for at least a month."
"What?" Kurt shrieks, and this time it's Blaine's turn to laugh.
"Dude, you're a complete mess. Did they not have mirrors in that hotel?"
"We uh...we had to check out quite quickly."
"Okay. I don't wanna know anymore. Lets get you home."
Finn waits patiently, staring through the windshield as Kurt murmurs sweet goodbyes in Blaine's ear, tears threatening as he reluctantly lets go of his hand.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Blaine offers with a small trembling smile.
"Yeah. What time is Copper coming?"
"About two. So come by just before."
"Okay."
"And Kurt?" Blaine says quickly, stopping Kurt just before he gets back in the car. "I had a really great time. Thank you. And just so you know, I love you more than ever."
"I love you too." He whispers, and then sniffs quietly next to Finn for the ride back to his apartment.
"I do not even want to know why you're walking like that!" Maria exclaims as she opens the door.
"Oh my God." Blaine moans, instantly embarrassed. "Hello to you too mom." he says, kissing her cheek.
"Good time?"
"Yeah. The best. The absolute best." Blaine says morosely.
"Could you be more pleased?" His mom teases gently.
"I miss him."
"He's just left. Not even a minute ago!"
"I know...but it's gonna be forever until I'm with him again."
"He's coming over tomorrow isn't he?"
"I didn't mean like that."
"Oh sweetie." Maria hugs him tightly and feels him sag against her shoulder. "Go upstairs and unpack, I'll be up in a moment. I want to talk to you."
A soft knock sounds at Blaine's door ten minutes later. "Come in." Blaine calls and Maria enters to find him lying on his bed staring at the ceiling.
"Shift over." She says, climbing on the bed next to him. "So. You and Kurt."
"Yes?" Blaine asks warily, unsure where this conversation is going.
"I'll admit that at first I found this relationship difficult. And all that happened at New Years...well that wasn't easy for me either. I accused Kurt of dragging you into this, when in reality you went willingly. That day when I visited him and you walked in, did he tell you what we spoke about?"
"He asked if he could take me to New York. And I need to thank you, for saying yes."
"You're welcome. And yes we did talk about that. But we also spoke about you. A lot."
"Great."
"Hear me out. You, as a person Blaine, are wonderful. You are sweet, gentle, mindful of others...I could go on. But the best thing about Kurt is that he's the same. And together you bring out the best of that in each other. I love watching the two of you interact. To see you so happy...and when I heard you making plans for the future together...my heart soared."
"You cried." Blaine points out.
"Only because I'll miss you both. Jerk." Maria says nudging his side playfully. "Anyway. I know that I may have resisted at first, it's a little strange to realize that your first boyfriend will also be your last, but I get that this is it for you. I also get that throughout your time at High school, you have maintained straight A's, never been in any trouble, and made me really proud to call you my son."
"Where's this going?" Blaine asks, giving her a sideways glance.
"From now until graduation, I'm giving you permission to sleep at Kurt's on a Friday and Saturday. But!" She adds quickly as Blaine bounces upright on the bed, "I expect those grades to be maintained. If you're mature enough to live with the guy come June then you're also mature enough to realize how important these final months are. Both of you."
"Yes. I promise you. Thank you mom, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"And you do not breathe a word of this to anyone, you hear? Not Rachel, Finn and certainly not Cooper, okay? He begged his entire senior year to be allowed to do even half the stuff I've allowed you to do. Maybe if he wasn't such a loose cannon I would have considered it."
"I won't, I promise. I love you so much mom. You are the best mom ever!" He shouts as he hugs her tightly. His enthusiasm is infectious, and Maria finds herself hugging him back just as tightly.
"Okay, guess you need to pack that suitcase again," she says with a smile. "Just make sure you're both here by two tomorrow, that way we can get the introductions over with before everyone else arrives."
"Everyone else?"
"I may have invited some people over as a belated birthday celebration." Maria says. "Only a few." she adds as she sees the horrified expression on her son's face.
"It better be. You may enjoy parties, I do not."
"Says the guy who got drunk and went clubbing in New York."
"Oh my God! How often do you speak to him?" Blaine asks. "You know everything!"
"I sure do sunshine. Except for the bits I don't want to know. Okay, I'm going to stop now, your old mom's embarrassed you enough. Pack some stuff, and shout when you're leaving."
"Uh...mom?" Blaine asks, worrying his lip between his teeth. "Y'know, Kurt is going to be at his dad's for Friday night dinner anyway...I could go later, that way we could cook dinner together?"
"I would really like that." She replies with a grin.
"Waking up next to you is the best thing ever." Kurt says with a sappy smile as he props himself on his elbow to look down at Blaine. "You are so cute...with your adorably curly hair all tousled and your ridiculously long lashes fanning over your cheeks. And you are a bit like a puppy...the way your mouth is just that little bit open and you snore just a touch- in the cutest way possible. And I like calling you cute. I know you hate it, I know it makes you feel like a kid and right now it's really a big deal to you not to be seen as one, but I hope that one day you'll let me... Oh shit, you're awake!" He says suddenly as Blaine opens his eyes and stares at him, face serious.
"Have been for some time."
"Fuck."
"You think I'm cute?"
"I do. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, I happen to think you're cute too."
"I'm twenty eight next month." Kurt points out.
"I know, but you're still cute with your ickle button nose and your sparkly eyes." Blaine says trying to suppress a laugh.
"Shut it Anderson," Kurt snaps, but his eyes sparkle more.
"Make me."
And he does.