Yay new chapter! And we get into the 'adult themes' at the end of this, also yay! First time writing smut, so bear with me and let me know how I can improve if you want! I hope you enjoy! Also – way longer than the other chapters, so I'm proud of myself! Angsty at the beginning with boy on boy later. I forgot the disclaimer on some of the other chapters, so to be clear, I don't own Glee and never did, although I would love to because I would turn it into Klaine central. Please read and review!
"What the hell happened to you, Blaine?"
Blaine reached for the hem of his shirt and started to pull it back down. Kurt pulled himself up so he was sitting up behind Blaine and reached up and held his shirt up where it was. He traced his fingers over the jagged scar and slid his finger from small round scar to small round scar. "Blaine? Tell me. Please." He said quietly, trying to draw an answer out of the other boy.
Blaine left his shirt where it was and twisted so he could look into Kurt's eyes. "The Sadie Hawkins dance at my old school. I had just come out and went to the dance with the only other out gay guy at my school. We weren't dating or anything, we just wanted to go with someone like ourselves, see how it felt, you know?" He paused, gaging Kurt's response. He was met with a sympathetic look in the bright blue eyes that still held a few tears.
Blaine pushed on, his eyes falling downward to look at his hands that rested in his lap. "We had a great time at the dance – nobody really bothered us. We got to dance, although we weren't really brave enough to slow dance together but we really had a good time. We went outside after I texted my dad to come pick us up. We knew we would have a few minutes to wait, but it was really hot inside the school gym and we didn't want to wait in there. So we went outside and we were sitting on this flower planter thing outside the school."
Blaine paused, deep in his memory. His eyes appeared to glaze over as he went back to that night in his mind. His fists started to clench in his lap. Kurt took the cue to pull his shirt down in back, making him feel less exposed. He left one hand at the bottom of his shirt offering what little comfort he could while Blaine continued with his story.
"I remember that we were looking up at the stars, trying to find the few constellations we knew. Cassiopeia was really bright that night. It was November, but there were still some roses blooming outside the school cause it is southern Ohio after all. We were just sitting there, with our eyes up on the stars, our heads on each other's shoulders. We were talking to each other, lost in our own world which is why we didn't hear the group come up behind us."
Kurt could feel Blaine start to shake with emotion. He moved even closer to the other boy, pulling him to him, giving him support by just being close to him and letting him get his story out.
"I got pushed first. I fell on the ground and my date, his name was Eric, tried to stand up to them. I was already on the ground and figured it was a pretty good place to stay. I started to move away from them, but Eric, he yelled at them and tried to fight back. It's probably why he took the brunt of the attack. One of the boys who assaulted us had a beer bottle and he broke it on the planter which was made of cement. He threw it at me. I had been kicked a few times – a few ribs were broken and I was crawling away with my back to him. It hit me between the shoulder blades and gave me that cut. It – it – it kinda stuck in me." Blaine stuttered out. He was completely in a trance of his own, lost in his memory. He could feel Kurt behind him, holding him, grounding him to the present.
He charged on with the story, desperate to get it out before he regretted telling it. "The boy who'd thrown the bottle, he grabbed it when he saw it stuck in my back and pulled down on it so it would slice me. I couldn't really move after that. My ribs hurt and my legs too, plus the slice on my back was just too much."
"That was when they thought it would be funny to burn us. Eric had lost his battle, but he'd been kicked around more. He had a lot more damage to his face, but he was knocked out at this point. They did the same to him though, I was just awake for it. They all lit cigarettes just so they could burn us. That's what the little round marks on my back are. They're cigarette burns."
"I started at Dalton a week later, after my stitches had started to heal enough. They still pulled loose a few times, which is why the scar is so bad." He turned to Kurt and finally looked him in the eyes for the first time since he started the story. "Through a lot of counseling and healing, I've realized that the scars just mark me a stronger – stronger than those assholes, stronger than the pain and stronger than the other people in the world who believe that the aggressors were justified. Eric turned out pretty ok too. He's homeschooled the rest of the year. He only had the one semester left. He goes to Ohio State now."
"Oh Blaine, I'm so sorry. I knew you had a hard time at your old school, but I didn't suspect anything like this."
"See? I get it, Kurt. The scars suck. You don't want people to see them because they're a reminder of awful torment. But for you it wasn't really just one night, it was years of that crap." Blaine managed a waivery smile at Kurt. "so really, you don't have anything to be embarrassed about. Please, let me finish what we started. It's Friday night so we have a long time. They don't do dorm checks Fridays and we have a stack of Disney movies. Plus," Blaine paused and a blush crept up his cheeks, "I really had fun last night. Please?" He looked at Kurt with the biggest eyes he'd ever seen all golden with flecks of green that danced in the low light.
Kurt really didn't have much else to say about Blaine's story, he just gave him one last hug. "I'm sorry that happened to you, too, Blaine. Neither one of us deserved what happened, whether it was drawn out over years or just one night of torment." He paused and searched Blaine's face, looking for understanding and trying to feel out what the other boy really wanted. He blushed and looked down, realizing that he was the only shirtless one in the room and his chest was totally on display.
Blaine couldn't help but stare at the other boy as he glanced away, his cheeks turning pink which spread all the way down his chest. And oh god what a chest. He couldn't draw his eyes away from the perfect porcelain skin, stretched tight over lean muscles that you never would have guessed were there underneath Kurt's clothes, the dark pink nipples that so contrasted with the rest of his skin, the light outline of a six pack standing out in the low light. He finally gulped and tried to meet Kurt's eyes.
"Geez Blaine, either hand me my shirt or let me lay back down and start the movie back up. Cause seriously, kinda feeling on display here," Kurt managed to squeak out.
Blaine licked his lips, imagining licking Kurt's chest and gently sucking his own, very different marks onto that perfect chest. He tore his eyes away and stuttered out, "uh um yeah um why don't you um lay down and I'll continue. Sorry." His blush rivaled Kurt's.
Kurt turned back over and hid his face into the pillow he'd laid there earlier. He settled himself and felt Blaine straddle his back again. He could feel Blaine lean forward to turn the movie back on and as he leaned forward, the hem of his t-shirt ghosted over Kurt's back. "Hey, that's not fair! You've still got your shirt on and I'm without!" Kurt spoke before he realized really what he was saying. He was glad his face was already partially hidden.
Blaine grinned and faked a loud sigh. "I suppose I can take mine off too. No more secrets or things to hide anymore, yes?"
"Yes" came the muffled reply.
Blaine leaned back and sat down, resting his weight on his knees, one of which was on either side of Kurt's hips. He started back up the same way he had before, ghosting his hands over the entirety of his back, letting Kurt get used to the feel of his hands.
Kurt was lost in the movie, enjoying the comforting calm that had fallen over the boys. They were so relaxed with each other. They knew each other's secrets, and even their scars now. They had no fear of being interrupted because of it being Friday night and their cocoon of peacefulness would stay uninterrupted as long as they wanted.
Kurt sighed a happy, contented sigh loving the feeling of Blaine's hands moving across his back and shoulders. The firm, warm pressure reassured him. He was amazed that even though he'd gone a full 4 weeks and 3 days without feeling someone touch him, he'd been so accepting of Blaine – almost craving contact with the other boy. As he moved down his arms, massaging the whole way, Kurt didn't even bother to bite back some of the low noises that were escaping his lips. He was so caught up in the feeling of everything, he didn't even flinch the first time he felt Blaine lean down and brush a light kiss across one of his shoulder blades.
Blaine was completely lost in the moment, not even paying attention to one of his favorite movies. The gorgeous boy in front of him was sighing under his touch, making him want to give Kurt more. His hands moved over the entirety of Kurt's back and shoulders, even down his arms to his very fingertips, loosening muscles and releasing tension.
Kurt had moaned a little under the pressure of his hands, egging Blaine on in his quest. Once he'd worked back from Kurt's soft fingertips to his lower back, he couldn't resist any longer. The boy was so beautiful in the low light, splayed in front of him on his own bed. He leaned down, throwing out all caution and ignoring the nagging voice in his head telling him that he wasn't supposed to be this way to Kurt, and pressed a light kiss to the tip of Kurt's shoulder blade where one of the worst marks was. He pulled back and selected another, lighter pink and older, more faded, and moved his lips there next. He glanced up at the back of Kurt's head to judge if he could continue.
Kurt had laid his head on the bed, eyes closed, just feeling what Blaine was doing to him. He hummed, encouraging Blaine to continue, enjoying the feeling of the other boy's warm breath and soft lips on his back. Blaine picked another mark and then another, slowly, meticulously tracing his lips over the Kurt's back, making up for every shove, push and foul word he had endured, hoping to convince him that he was cared for despite these marks.
Blaine moved his kisses towards Kurt's lower back, kissing down his spine and venturing his tongue out to trace his spine, tickling right along the edge of his gray skinny jeans. Kurt let out a whimper, "Oh, Blaine," he let out in a dark, husky tone. Blaine smiled and repeated the action, understanding that he'd discovered one of Kurt's most sensitive areas. Kurt groaned his name again, nearly obscenely this time. His eyes flickered open and he twisted on the bed, holding his arms out, motioning for Blaine to come up next to him.
Blaine hesitated, not wanting to leave what he was doing; enjoying exploring Kurt's back, feeling the heat rising in his stomach and the blood rushing to his groin as he got to know the contours of the other boy. He looked into the clear blue eyes and felt himself moving toward Kurt, who laid him down on his back next to him. They were chest to chest, Kurt sliding slightly on top of Blaine, their eyes locked.
He leaned down over the slighter boy, studying his clear honey colored eyes for any sign of reluctance or regret. When he found none, his eyes fluttered shut as their lips lightly met for the first time. He tasted faintly of coffee and blueberries and of fall. As their lips first moved against each other, the taller boy shifted upwards, leaning on his elbow and gently bringing his right hand to the smaller boy's stubble-darkened jaw line.
Kurt pulled away from the deliciousness determined to make sure the other boy was still with him in this moment. The honey colored eyes flickered open and met ice blue ones. "Please. . . " The younger boy whispered as his eyes flitted down to the blue-eyed boy's lips. "Please . . . " Without hesitation, the taller boy crashed their lips together, surely their lips would be bruised from the kiss later, but not caring in the moment. They moved in synchronicity that was amazing given both their inexperience.
The blue-eyed boy opened his eyes slightly to take in the dark eyelashes of the other boy nestled against his high olive-toned cheek bones. He deepened the kiss - slightly opening his cherry-red lips and lightly running his tongue across the smaller boy's lower lip. Blaine's breath hitched as he felt Kurt's tongue asking for entrance. He opened up slightly, feeling the heat from Kurt's breath on his cheeks, the insistence in his kiss. It was all heat and wet and passion exploring the other for the first time. A moan escaped Blaine's lips and Kurt eagerly swallowed it, moving in to deepen the kiss even further.
He pulled away slightly catching his breath and meeting their eyes. "God, Blaine" was all he could get out before his eyes caught on a delicious piece of skin calling to him from Blaine's neck. He focused his attention there, finding a pulse point and sucking on it, eliciting a deep moan from the other boy and leaving a light mark. Blaine couldn't help but throw his head back, loving the feel of Kurt's soft hair on his chin contrasting with the harsh sucking going on down his neck.
His hips involuntarily rocked up, seeking friction and Blaine realized he was rock hard, straining against his pants. His arm that wasn't trapped under Kurt found its way into the other boy's hair, grasping for something to ground himself in the moment. Kurt felt Blaine's hips move and realized what he was wanting. He moved one leg over the other boy's and pulled up again, looking him in the eye. His lips were swollen, spit slicked and looked abso-fucking-lutely delicious to Blaine who was staring at them, licking his own.
"Um, Blaine, is this ok, I mean we haven't really talked . . ." Kurt started. Blaine pulled him by the back of the head back down towards himself, latching his mouth onto Kurt's cheek, then his jaw line, moving down to his neck, sucking on the same pulse point Kurt had found on him earlier.
"Kurt, it's fine, I'm fine, I've wanted , oh Kurt, I've wanted this for so long, just please, kiss me . . ." Blaine pleaded in response. His honey eyes met Kurt's again, and there was no question anymore between the boys, they both wanted this and wanted it badly – now. Kurt moved himself over Blaine more, aligning this hardness so he could feel Blaine's just as hard rubbing against his.
Kurt rolled his hips down tentatively, lips still attached to Blaine's, tongues and teeth fighting. He felt Blaine moan into their kiss and he grinned a little and re-doubled his efforts. He couldn't believe that he could make put-together, always on top of things Blaine fall apart like this underneath him. Blaine's hips rolled up to meet his and they started a slow motion together, falling into sync.
Kurt could feel the other boy's hard nipples and slight dusting of dark chest hair rubbing against his smooth chest. Every nerve in his body seemed to be on fire and electricity shot into him ever place Blaine touched. He had to pull his mouth away from Blaine's just so he could continue to breathe. His head fell into the crook between Blaine's neck and shoulder and groaned the other boy's name in his ear. Blaine reached out and grabbed hold of his jeans-covered ass, squeezing and pushing him down for more of the delicious friction they were creating.
Blaine couldn't believe he had Kurt on top of him, grinding his hard cock into his own, chests bared, loosing themselves together. He could tell that Kurt was as hard as he was, and as big, if not bigger. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer when Kurt put his mouth next to Blaine's hear and moaned his name. He sped up their pace, rolling his hips faster and harder into Kurt's, who matched his rhythm and stuttered out "B-B-B-laine, I'm cl-cl-clooose, I'm gonna c-c-."
He never quite got it out because at the same moment, Blaine felt the heat rise from his toes all the way to his stomach, coiling and releasing as he held Kurt to him and growled Kurt's name. His hips stuttering in rhythm with his cock as he came harder than he ever had before.
Kurt collapsed on top of him, stretching his legs so that they were lined up with Blaine's. He felt completely limp from the exertion and absolutely wonderful at the same time. Blaine's arms moved up and around his lower back, holding him close.
They laid like that for some time, neither boy knowing or caring how long it had been. Finally, Kurt realized how sticky he felt and how uncomfortable, leaving that in his pants felt. He lifted his head slowly off of Blaine's chest. At Kurt's motion, Blaine's eyes opened, heavy-lidded and filled with caring for the other boy. "Uhm, this is kinda gross, but I think I need to go change my pants or something . . ." Kurt managed to get out.
Blaine chuckled lightly. "I completely agree. Although before was amazing, the feeling in my pants currently is not the best feeling in the world. I have extra pants and stuff if you just wanna change here," he said hopeful that the other boy wasn't going to run off and leave him now. He knew they needed to talk about what had happened, but hopefully they could save that for the next day. Now, he just wanted to hold Kurt to him and have another full night with him, cuddled together.
"Uh, yeah that'd be ok I guess," Kurt answered him, blushing at the thought of wearing the other boy's clothes, because that very boy had made him come in his pants. Geez that was a thought that was going to take a while to get used to.
"I mean, if it'd make you more comfortable, I can always go, or go to my room and change and come back, I suppose." He didn't want to make presumptions, even though he was hoping to just lay with Blaine the rest of the night, blissed out on being together and sharing (hopefully) more kisses and touches and maybe something more.
"Booooo, don't leave, just wear my stuff so we can cuddle more," Blaine made a pouty face sticking out his lower lip, which Kurt leaned down to bite at on instinct. He sucked it into his mouth and then released it after pressing another kiss to Blaine's swollen lips. His eyes got wide as he realized what he had done and Blaine laughed. "Adorable. Clean pants and stuff are in the dresser, you change first and then I'll change. And more cuddle-time!" Blaine demanded.
When they had both changed, had found their shirts and cuddled back up on the bed together, they put the movie back to the last place they could remember seeing, which wasn't very far in really. Kurt snuggled up under one of Blaine's arms, in the same position he'd slept the night before. But now he was surrounded by Blaine. He loved that he was wearing Blaine's clothes and that Blaine wanted him there with him, which was exactly where he wanted to be. He sighed a contented sigh and burrowed in further to Blaine. Blaine looked at him with questioning eyes and asked, "Hey, you're ok with this, right?" He knew now wasn't the right time to discuss what had happened fully, but he wanted to make sure.
"Yeah, I am. It was wonderful, Blaine. I've wanted this for a long time. Longer than I've probably known. I, um, just wish it wasn't so sticky in the end." Kurt said with sleepiness-induced honesty.
Blaine giggled lightly, "Well, Kurt, if you're up for it, next time I know something to do that will, well, prevent the sticky." Blaine's eyes met Kurt's and he licked his lips, leaving little to Kurt's imagination as to what Blaine was implying. Kurt's eyes doubled in size and he turned a deeper red than he had all night. He couldn't help but let out a little squeak at the thought.
Ok so, I've thought about leaving it here and starting on something else. Last chapter didn't get any reviews, which made me a sad panda. Let me know if you think I should try to continue or if you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them!