Warning: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M for containing smut or as I call it, love-making.
Okay. This is the moment all of us been waiting for.
This is my first time writing smut and I'm excited at the same time frightened beyond belief since this is more of love-making here for Kurt and Blaine than having sex with each other. I hope I did good. :)
~ Mar
Chapter Fifteen: Each Other's Missing Puzzle Piece
Bedroom, Bora Bora Lagoon Resort and Spa. 3:55 AM Bora Bora
Spellbound by his enthralling yet tantalizing kiss, I was unable to fall asleep, shifting fretfully in my bed sheets and trying to attain sleep for my tired eyelids. The continuous flashbacks refused to leave me alone, rendering me powerless as I rested among the soft sheets. I swore under my breath, criticizing myself for taking our kiss so gravely.
What astonished me even more was not the kiss alone, but how we sustained the kiss. It felt as if the two of us committed to such an action only because we were eager for the sudden burst of affection, not because we needed it. I was fervent for him due to my burning passion for the performer. I felt that he, however, desired such a thing only to prove himself worthy of affection...to prove that he still had a heart despite the emptiness that lingered solely inside him.
Wide awake with the actor sleeping soundly in the bed beside me, I began to replay the memorable scene at the beach, hoping that it wouldn't be the last time I would place my lips with his. Every emotion I felt flustering inside me was genuine, and every single word I had spoken to him was the absolute truth. After the eloquent confession, I was no doubt still uncertain of my emotions. Was I only doing this for the actor's good looks and talent? Or was I doing it to heal him from his misery? I actually don't know anymore...all I know...is that I love him.
"I want to be with you."
I told him earlier that night, after our 'game' had ended. And I truly did, knowing the truth about him and deeply sympathizing for him. I was distressed, however, when I realised the pace at which we were going. It had barely been days on the island, and here I was, already acting like a lovesick puppy in front of the gorgeous entertainer.
I didn't think he really seemed to mind, especially because he was the one who brought about such an action. There was also the possibility that he had done it only for his own amusement. After all, my womanly features were infamous for bringing out such unusual occurrences.
I had no clue what to do. The two of us were held together by our uncontrolled kiss, and I felt that I had been tainted...forever, by the monster who knew nothing of love. The old Kurt wouldn't have minded it one bit, but now, I was feeling tentative and overwhelmed.
Deciding to abandon sleep altogether, I sat up and strolled over to the desk where my laptop laid. I kept my procedures gentle in case I would disturb the sleeping actor. I sighed, hoping to get a bit of work done instead of wasting time in bed, not receiving a second of sleep.
I turned the laptop on, logged into my account, and opened up a word document. I had written a few paragraphs on behalf of my article on the actor beforehand, and now I was prepared to revise the final paper. However, my ideas for the article were always conflicting, caused by the significant and crucial occurrence tonight.
Staring at the blank word document, I began typing, hoping that my words would be enough to win me a position on the New York Times Newspaper.
The versatile actor and poised entertainer, Blaine Everett Anderson, is by far the most influential magnate in the film industry.
I started my article out slow, hoping it would hook the audience's attention.
However, after spending a few days with him, I not only realised his astonishing talent was endless, but that his inner child had influenced quite a large portion of him. The actor whom I imagined would be poised and graceful turned out to be nothing but a mischievous and stubborn child.
I halted, wondering if my last statement had been too harsh. I decided it against it however, when I realised it was the complete truth. I wasn't in any position to construct any lies about him, so I stuck to reality, hoping my alternative would provide me with more amusement.
The actor is not only obstinate, but he is also very cold and inapproachable at first. But after spending only a few hours with him, his outer shell begins to melt, revealing his true colours, deep emotions, and—
"Kurt, what are you doing?"
I was startled instantly by the deep voice of the actor as he spoke languidly within the bed sheets.
I saved my word document and shut down my laptop, hoping to keep my article as secretive as possible. I sighed in failure, discontented that the actor had prevented me from getting further in my assignment.
"Go back to sleep." He droned wearily. "Don't stay up all night typing."
He looks so adorable.
His vague mumbling brought a chuckle to my lips. It was always entertaining seeing him half awake and making a complete fool of himself.
Instead of making my way back to my own mattress, my body was mechanically drawn to his...almost as if a magnetic force was acting upon me. I sat next to the half-awake actor, snuggling up to him to receive a bit of comfort for my fatigued, frigid body. The messy bed hair and revealing tank top he wore nearly undid me, leaving sick fancies to wander throughout my tarnished mind. Kurt, don't go there...
The masculine fingers of his gently worked their way up my spine, causing a chill to be released throughout my entire body. He held me close to him, making sure the friction between us was powerful enough to create sparks. And, it did create sparks.
As his lengthy fingers entangled through the strands of my hair, my lips were eagerly brought to his, causing the desired spark to appear. I let my curious tongue taste every corner of his cherry lips, giving up my whole soul as I continued.
The two of us broke apart for air, but continued almost as eagerly...if not, more...as we retrieved our breaths. My body filled with sweet rapture as our lips met once again, my mind rapidly being preoccupied with erotic pictures of him.
I couldn't stop, no matter how hard I tried. His kiss was like a drug to me, leaving me merrily intoxicated and susceptible. I needed him so much.
What marvelled me the most, however, was when my curious fingers sat at the foot of his shirt, lifting it up slightly and craving to dispose of the soft material. I could feel my member hardening as I lifted his shirt up halfway, allowing him to finish up the rest himself.
He eyed me favourably, knowing exactly where I was going with my actions. The actor laid me upon the mattress, leaving me no choice but to obey. He went to work on my clothes, his fingers impatient as the polyester material was removed. I sighed, my body quivering, unprepared of what was to happen next.
Dear God, is this really happening?
"You're mine." He whispered into my ears, making me wish I could say the same to him. Yours. Always. He met his lips with a soft patch of skin upon my neckline, letting himself take what he desired. The velvet lips upon my sensitive neckline offered me anxiety yet compassion. I whimpered in discomfort as the actor made his mark upon me, claiming his territory and making sure no one else would stumble upon it. I was his after all.
For a man who had never loved before in his entire life, he was quite an expert on pleasing me. Perhaps it was just aspiration from the beginning. After all, he was my favourite actor and consisted of a perfectly-sculpted visage and body.
As he finished up along my jaw line, his fingers travelled down my pants, coming in contact with my hard length and setting my whole body on fire. With absolute impatience, he severs my pants from my hips in one pull, revealing every inch of me to his eyes, and his eyes only.
I let my eyelids lose to gravity, frightened of the sudden sensation which lingered throughout me. I could detect the desire in his touch; the heat of the seducing flames which met upon my skin. My mouth lost its control and breached. The voice barely audible as I let out a deep groan. With his fingers upon my sensitive member and his lean body pressed to mine so deliciously, I was left feebly breathless.
I heard myself plea for more as I saw the tiny droplets of crystal sweat tainting his faultlessly tanned chest. My incessant longing for him reached its maximum height, making my body fervent to have him inside me.
My eager hands reached down to undo his pants. My fingers aspired to touch him as my tongue desired to taste him. I was immediately succumbed by my selfish desires, making my entire conscious blinded and paralyzed. Acting as the offensive, I let my tongue travel to his erect nipple, tasting the tender skin upon his chest. My lengthy arms wrapped around him, claiming his broad and masculine shoulders as mine.
His voice carried utter desperation along with a hint of discomfort as he groaned. "Kurt..." He whispered into my neck, his hot breath delighting my fragile ears. "Kurt..." He groaned again.
I closed my eyes, obeying his orders and letting my tongue meet his pulsating hard length. He let out an unexpected whimper as the meeting occurred, dumbfounded by the sudden burst of pleasure.
Letting my tongue take me wherever it desired, I enveloped the backside of his erection with my curious tongue, allowing him moan in pleasure. I wrapped my long fingers around his throbbing member, inundated by overpowering gratification.
"Ahhhh...yes...Kurt...god..."
His seductive moans nearly made my mind blow. I cannot believe that I was the reason the actor was moaning deliciously like that. Is this a dream? Because I don't want to wake up anymore. He sighed into my skin, besieged by the enticing satisfaction.
Allowing him to dominate me once more, I let gravity bring my incited body back down onto the mattress, opening my whole heart, body, and soul to him. His strong arms nailed me onto the soft sheets, rendering me completely vulnerable as I lay, helpless.
I want you inside me, Blaine. I want you and only you to see me and touch me this way. I love you.
Gliding his fingers into the rigid opening, he breached me, allowing himself an entrance into my body. My mind and heart was in synchronization as I let his hard member tease me at my opening. My body was utterly hungry to have him inside me. He entangled his fingers in mine to offer me a sense of security, and then without warning, he penetrated me, sending my whole body into complete alarm.
"Blaine!" I shouted carelessly, not caring if the whole resort heard my cry of pain.
The pain which I felt upon the lower half of my body was equivalent to the overwhelming pleasure I experienced. Our bodies were so close that I swore our hearts would melt into the each other, unable to return to our own bodies as they eternally entwined within our souls.
I let my lips meet with his again, completing the love we had made upon the mattress. I allowed my eyelids to droop jadedly, solely wanting to feel the pain and pleasure which dominated me.
Under the moonlight of the tranquil island, the two of us gave ourselves to each other and ended it with wave of pure ecstasy from our love-making. There we lay in the soft sheets, not separately...
...but as a complete puzzle. A puzzle that's been looking for its missing pieces for a long time has finally found the right pieces at last.
I was thankful that in the end, my emotions weren't a waste to him after all. When sleep finally took over him, I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. I opened my eyes once more to stare at the man I just made love with and whom I gave my whole self with for the first time. I smiled at this beautiful monster lying next to me.
Your mine, Blaine. Mine and mine only. I selfishly thought no matter how much of a lie it is. In this moment, just this one moment in time, I can actually admit, not necessarily to the world, but to myself, that he was mine.
So...what do you think? Did I do good? Because honestly I'm nervous right now. Never wrote a smut scene before in my life. I hope you liked it and I hope I didn't disappoint you guys. :)
~ Mar