A/N: Warning: This story has now earned its 'M' rating. There is explicit BDSM smut in this chapter. I won't be warning for smut in future chapters, so consider this to be a blanket warning for future chapters as well. :)
Kurt and Blaine sat inside the Lima Bean at a roomy table for two by the window, made of a pale cherry wood. Employees and customers alike bustled around them. The zombies waiting in line, eager for their afternoon pick-me-up, were a sharp contrast to the animated faces already drinking their coffee. The eager chatter of the energizer bunnies drowned out their conversation to everyone around them, their voices lost in the cacophony.
"...and then that's it, she left." Kurt took another sip of his grande non-fat mocha, after finishing his story. He winced involuntarily at the scalding sensation on his tongue, still too hot.
"The great mystery that is Rachel Berry." Remarked Blaine, raising one thick eyebrow in bemusement. "We need to make a plan to find out what she's hiding"
"Like what?" Kurt questioned, curiously.
"Hmm, I don't know. We could try sneaking into her house and stealing her diary?" Suggested Blaine, looking ridiculously hopeful.
"How about a plan that involves less breaking and entering and getting sent inevitably sent to jail?" Kurt said dryly.
"Aw, come on. It would be exciting, like a movie." Blaine said, aiming a pleading expression at him.
"So, private school boy has a wild side after all. Also, no." Kurt said, rolling his eyes in exasperation. Then, suddenly, an idea popped into his head that was quite brilliant, in his own opinion. "I could offer her a friendly makeover, god knows she needs one anyway, and get her to spill all of her dirty secrets; through the power of eyebrow hair removal and makeup. I can't wait to burn all of those horrid sweaters she owns."
Blaine grinned and rolled his eyes. "You can be such a jerk sometimes."
"Tell me to stop, then." Retorted Kurt teasingly, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Blaine's eyes darkened subtly as he leaned forward, across the table. Suddenly, it was as though the constant roar of the crowd was nonexistent to Kurt's ears, all he could hear was the other man as he whispered softly, darkly, intimately. "Maybe I should."
Kurt blushed to the roots of his hair, his face aflame with heat. His heart thumped loudly, echoing in his ears and seeming to murmur 'do it, tell me'.
Blaine laughed and winked, settling back down into his chair. "Just kidding."
"Right." Kurt mumbled, feeling mortified at his reaction. His mind silently screaming at himself. Could you be more weak? You're disgusting.
"Anyway, that's not a bad idea. But, where do I come into this?" Questioned Blaine, a disappointed look gracing his face.
"You don't." Replied Kurt, smirking at Blaine's crestfallen expression. "I wouldn't frown like that if I were you. You're going to get premature wrinkles."
"Fine. But, you need to keep me updated on all the details." Said Blaine, crossing his arms with an injured expression fixed on face; and yep still frowning.
"Okay." Kurt said with a smile. Well, laugh lines are better than frown lines.
An expanse of crimson sheets stretched around Kurt, as he lay on a bed that wasn't his own. Every limb and muscle felt completely loose and relaxed; a strong contradiction to his usual state of tension and constant wariness.
The sheets were soft like silk and cool against his bare back as he lay with his eyes closed, feeling no need to open them; the smell of burning candles and fresh roses all around him.
He heard the soft sound of breathing beside him, he wasn't alone.
A finger gently trailed it's way down Kurt's bicep, cataloging every smooth ridge of muscle. Stopping at his palm, the other person's hand held his in a firm grip, a thumb intimately stroking over the thin skin on his wrist, sending an undeniable shiver through his body.
Warm lips pressed chastely against his; then getting firmer, more insistent. A tongue licked across his plump lower lip, demanding entrance, which he gladly gave. Their tongues intertwined in a passionate embrace as Kurt gasped breathlessly into the kiss. Teeth nipped at his bottom lip, causing Kurt to emit a low moan as the spark of mixed pain and pleasure shot straight to his groin.
Everything seemed hazy and unreal, his body wrapped in a warm fuzz of comfort as he let the other man lead, completely taking over his mouth and body.
Just when Kurt felt as though his lungs were about to explode from lack of air, they broke apart, gasping heavily.
"I'll take care of you." Murmured a soft, male voice against his ear, a puff of breath gracing itself over Kurt's skin.
He knew that voice, knew why he felt so calm and trusting. "Blaine." Kurt breathed out.
"Shh." Blaine hummed against his skin in reply, pressing an open mouthed kiss against Kurt's neck.
Kurt attempted to move his arms, wanting to touch Blaine's skin and make him feel good too. But, he realized he couldn't. His wrists were bound to the headboard by cold metal restraints, that he was certain weren't there before, rendering him immobile. He tugged against them for a moment, the icy cold metal burning against his skin, before giving up.
"You should know better than that." Blaine said, his voice low and husky. "You may only touch me when I say you can."
"Sorry." Mumbled Kurt, feeling oddly ashamed.
"You're still learning, so I'll let it go this time." Blaine replied, his voice gentle. "Stay still."
Teeth scraped over his nipple. Blaine teasing and sucking on it with his tongue, until it turned flushed and hard.
Kurt moaned wantonly, each ghosting puff of breath, suck, and lick from Blaine went straight to his cock. And he was so, so hard. It took every bit of his self control to stay still as ordered, and not rock up against Blaine in attempt to seek relief.
"Spread your legs." Blaine ordered.
Kurt blushed as he obeyed, now utterly exposed. It felt good not to resist anymore, like he had to every day of his life. Completely giving into his nature.
"You're so good for me." Blaine said, his voice full of praise. "Open your eyes now."
Kurt opened his eyes, and the whole room seemed indistinct and bathed in a mist, dim except for the glow from rows of burning candles covering the room. The bed's canopy stretched over his head as he gazed at Blaine.
Blaine lay in front of Kurt's spread legs, bestowing small kisses and nips along the sensitive skin of Kurt's upper thigh, teasing him. Each kiss got closer and closer to Kurt's cock, until Kurt was a trembling mess.
"Blaine." He managed to gasp out difficultly, coming out as a high desperate whine.
Blaine smirked and responded by grasping the base of Kurt's cock with his hand, stroking up and down firmly.
Kurt moaned louder than he ever had in his life, at finally getting the contact he so desperately needed, whimpering wantonly.
Then he saw and felt Blaine's mouth descend around him, one hand still rubbing at the base of his dick, while the other kept his hips down.
And, oh god, Kurt was surprised that he didn't immediately cum when he felt Blaine's wet, hot mouth wrap around the head of his cock. The sight of his dick in Blaine's red, swollen mouth was quite possibly the most erotic thing that Kurt had ever seen in his life, and all he could do was groan helplessly, completely unable to move as Blaine ravished his body.
Blaine took him deep into his throat, the muscles clenching tight around his member as Blaine hummed deep in his throat. And oh god, that felt good.
Then back out, licking a stripe up the side of Kurt's dick and across the slit, gathering up the drops of precum there.
"Cum for me, beautiful." Blaine said, his voice rough, before descending back down, taking Kurt deep into his mouth again, with a hard suck.
That was all it took for black spots to dance in front of Kurt's eyes as he came, hard. His body arching off the bed in pleasure as he screamed out Blaine's name-
Then Kurt woke up from the vivid dream, his body shaking and bathed in a layer of sweat, with a distinctly sticky feeling in his underwear.
Oh my god, I am so screwed.
A/N: Glad you enjoyed the last chapter, cold kagome! :)
I can't believe that the season finale of Glee is tonight, *SOB*. Thank goodness I have about 50 fanfictions saved in my 'To Read' folder, so I have something to sustain me over the hiatus!
Feedback encourages me to write faster! xoxo
