Warning: This chapter contains scenes of sexual nature.
Shoot to Kill
"Here. New IDs, credit cards, and the directions to where this Matthew Drum guy is supposed to be right now." Kurt raised his eyebrow as he passed the ID with Blaine's picture to him, noticing the name said Jeremy Right. He wasn't sure if he should call Sam out on making his name literally be Mister Right or not, but decided that was a conversation for another day. His own ID said Felix Reese and he rolled his eyes.
"So what, I'm taking over your identity?" Sam shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. Kurt had seen how Blaine's eyes had been drawn to the scars down his right arm, but that didn't bother Sam. He was used to people staring.
"When you're done with the credit cards, shred them. There is only a few thousand on each, so be careful. Pin number is 3825 for both. Also, here is a cell phone. It's for us to keep in touch, my number is already programmed in it. It's a burn phone, so don't worry about it. Take turns driving, it's almost twelve hours. Take a break halfway through, I've marked a few hotels that I've stayed at on the way."
For his part, Sam had gone above and beyond while Kurt and Blaine and laid in bed (because Kurt refused to call in cuddling, even if that was what it technically was), having done all of this in only a few hours. The sun had barely started to go down when he had come into the room and told them that he was ready for them.
"Do we know why Drum is in St. Louis?" Kurt glanced at Blaine, hoping for some personal insight into the ordeal.
"He has an uncle that lives there that he visits sometimes." And he would want to be far from New York for the hit, which begged the thought that Carlson either hadn't told Drum the deadline wasn't met, or at least that one of his employees went rogue.
"What about you Sam? Where you headed next?" Sam shrugged, looking at his own bags that he had started to pack in the living room.
"Haven't given it much thought. I'll stay close for you two though, so call if you need me. Other than that, I'll just fade into the scenery like usual."
And that was their goodbye, a brief handshake and a look that passed from Sam to Blaine that Kurt tried to ignore- because it totally shouted that they, at some point, had talked about something very important and Kurt had a feeling it had to do with him- and that was it. Kurt had a feeling, much like the feeling that his gun would come in handy, that he would be seeing Sam again very soon anyways.
Blaine decided to drive first, which Kurt only halfheartedly tried to talk him out of. After that, they threw their bags in the back seat (with Kurt gently placing his messenger bag within reach) and they headed out. He wanted to rest, but every time he closed his eyes, he felt like he was being watched. No matter how many times he looked though, Blaine was watching the road. It didn't take too long of him peeking at Blaine for him to realize that it was just the nerves of what was going on, the fact that they had passed the deadline and were reaching the original deadline.
As if sensing his unease, Blaine put his hand on his knee and squeezed it lightly.
"Try to get some sleep. I'll wake you up if I got lost." Because there was no way that Kurt could sleep for long, he agreed. The steady movement of the car, and the warmth of Blaine's hand on his knee, slowly allowed Kurt to drift into sleep.
Of course his slumber didn't last long, since he honestly did not feel comfortable sleeping during their predictament, and when he woke up, he noticed that Blaine was singing along with the radio under his breath. Kurt took the moment to watch Blaine, singing while paying attention to the road, his hand still on Kurt's knee and lightly tapping out a beat to the song. Despite the situation, Kurt felt himself smile because Blaine seemed so at ease. Through the end of the song he was currently singing along to and the beginning of the next, Kurt finally decided to let his consciousness be known.
"You have a really good voice." The car swerved and Blaine made a very unsophisticated sound as he was jumped, releasing Kurt's knee to get back in the lane they were supposed to be in.
"Jesus Kurt, a little warning would have been nice. But yea, uh, thanks." There was just enough light in the car from the cars on the other side of the interstate that Kurt could see he was blushing.
As he straightened himself out, rolling his neck to try to get rid of the kink there, he glanced at the clock. He hadn't even slept an hour. Still meant eleven hours, plus a break somewhere in the middle, left until their destination.
"So, I've been wondering, and I know you said I didn't want to know, and I've decided I do want to know. How did Sam get those scars?" Kurt twisted in his seat a bit, trying to get comfortable. Not that the seat was uncomfortable, because it was very comfortable, but the conversation was a little uncomfortable.
"Well, he got careless with a target. He was trying to get in good with a guy, low level mafia or something. Turns out the guy suspected him of being a double crosser, which I guess he kind of was, but of a different sort. The guy led him to believe there was just going to be a gathering and he went unarmed. Got jumped by five guys. Said the scars would remind him who not to fuck with. Face, chest, and arm. I suppose there was something symbolic about that. Cleaning lady found him and he went to the hospital under his alias. Once he got out, he terminated his contract with Carlson, told him never to bother him again, and disappeared."
Blaine's hands had tightened on the steering wheel and he looked sympathetic, which Kurt would call him out on but it was pointless. Sam wasn't there to be offended by the sympathy, he wouldn't make a big deal out of it.
"That's just... that something like that could happen... it's heavy." The little itch that was under Kurt's skin, the itch that was making him move around in his seat as he told the story, seemed to take over his mouth.
"Heavy? You think that's heavy? That's part of the job. I've walked in places where I didn't think I would make it out. Sam is permanently scarred because of this job. I've known more than one person that was killed in the middle of a job. Hell, the guy you were fucking on the regular is trying to kill you. I'm not sure the word heavy can fully reach what it is. It's a fucking disaster. We fuck, fight, and kill and you want to pass it off as heavy? These are people's lives that are getting fucked beyond belief and you call it heavy!"
Kurt knew that Blaine was watching him after that outburst, his chest was heaving and he wanted nothing more than to burrow so far into his seat that he would disappear. Blaine licked his lips, looking from him to the road before making a split decision and pulling off onto a nondescript exit. Kurt wanted to ask what he was doing, but after what just happened, he wasn't sure it mattered.
So when he pulled off on a dirt road and turned the car off, Kurt waited. It was like Blaine wanted to talk, wanted to get something off his chest, so Kurt waited.
"I have a feeling that this is new for both of us but I know something... something that might make it easier and the rest of this trip go a little smoother." Again Kurt waited, chewing on his bottom lip as he waited for Blaine to tell him what his plan was. Instead of telling him though, it seemed that he wanted to show him.
Blaine unbuckled his seat belt and then reached over, releasing Kurt's as well. Their eyes were locked and once Blaine was sure that Kurt wasn't about to reach behind him and pull out that gun, he crawled over to the passenger side. The car was small but there seemed to be just enough room for whatever Blaine was thinking. First he reached behind him, as he was straddling Kurt's waist in the seat, and pulled the leever to slide the chair back. Once it was as back as it would go, giving Kurt ample leg room, Blaine reached down and pulled the leever on the side to lean the seat back.
Kurt licked his lips, having a feeling he knew what was next, but waiting for Blaine to make the move. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear Sam saying something like "I told you that you'd tap that before it was finished", but the voice shut up as Blaine lowered his head to Kurt's and their lips met.
It had been since Wednesday morning, and here it was only Thursday night, since they had kissed like this. Blaine had one hand on Kurt's hip and the other just resting on his shoulder, the kiss was persistent but light. And finally Kurt couldn't take it anymore and he reached up with both hands, grabbing the collar of Blaine's shirt and pulled him as close as he could. Their mouths seemed to open at the same time, tongues dueling in between.
There was nowhere to get purchase, no way to get closer to Blaine than he already was. One of his hands released his collar and moved to the back of his neck, the other hand dropping solidly to the other man's waist. The hand that had been pressed lightly to Kurt's own hip was now digging into it, surely to leave bruises. And the hand on his shoulder moved to the back of his neck, carding through the hair there and getting a solid grip on the hair on the back of Kurt's head.
There was an exclamation of "Fuck" but Kurt wasn't really sure which of them it came from, but that wasn't important. Blaine pulled his mouth away, catching Kurt's bottom lip in his mouth just hard enough to make Kurt's eyes fly open (and really, when did they close?), before letting go completely and dropping his mouth to Kurt's neck. The still faintly purple bruise that he had left (how long ago was that now?) was going to become darker because Blaine latched his mouth over it again, dragging his teeth over the skin and then soothing it with his tongue before doing it again.
It was really no surprise when Kurt found himself arching his back, effectively lifting his hips. Their position, Blaine straddling him in the small space, meant that their groins met between them and Kurt felt more than heard Blaine gasp at the sensation. Because yup, Kurt was hard and Blaine's own cock was definitely about to bust his zipper and...
"Do... do that again." Kurt wanted to laugh because with the sensation and the panting and Blaine nearly begging in his ear like that, he really didn't stand a chance. The hand that had been gripping the back of Blaine's neck to pull his mouth closer to his neck dropped, so now both of them were gripping tightly onto Blaine's hips. He rolled his hips upwards, hissing at the contact because Blaine had surprised him by rolling his hips forward and... fuck.
His cock was already getting painfully hard and his jeans were not making this a very comfortable ordeal. He let go of Blaine's hips, barely ignoring the whimper that Blaine let out at the movement, and unbottoned and undid his zipper, if just to ease the restriction. Blaine made a sound, definitely a whimper this time, before releasing Kurt's hair and letting his hand dive straight into Kurt's opened jeans, palming his erection in an awkward position through his boxers.
"Fuck. Kurt." It was different, Kurt realized, to hear Blaine making those sounds and feeling like this, and being this hard against him, and saying his name. He wasn't saying Henry, he was saying Kurt. And that was all the difference.
Kurt regained his grip on Blaine's hips and pulled him back down, partially trapping Blaine's hand between them. When Blaine realized what he was doing, he pulled his hand out and grabbed onto Kurt's neck, forcing their mouths together as their hips started to move. Kurt rolled his hips up and moved Blaine's forward so that their cocks met between them, still covered by their jeans but it was as good as it was going to get right now, for now.
They found a rhythm, sort of forgetting to kiss and just panting into each other's mouths as they struggled to keep moving. Kurt could feel himself already getting close, testimony to how sexually frustrated he had been recently, and he tried to get the words out to let Blaine know. However he only need to make a sound, because it seems that Blaine was right behind him.
Their foreheads met as their pace started to get a little more frantic, Blaine gripped tightly onto the back of Kurt's neck and whispering his name under his breath like some sort of chant. And just as Kurt thought that this moment would never be topped, would forever live in his mind as a moment he would never forget, their eyes met.
Kurt had never felt the pull in his stomach before, the pull that came with the strong urgency of his orgasm. It was like he was coming and going at the same time, partially because he was. While he rode his orgasm, Blaine rode him until he hit his own, their eyes never leaving one another's. It was something Kurt had never done before, stared into someone's eyes during a moment like that. Watched someone unravel and have someone watch him.
Never before had he ever wanted to take someone to those heights and never before had he ever really felt that someone wanted to take him there too. Somewhere deep inside him was throbbing, telling him that he was in so much trouble and that this was feeling an awful lot like love.
When they both stilled, breathing still erratic, Blaine dipped his head back down to press a kiss to Kurt's mouth. When he pulled away after a few seconds, Kurt followed and refused to end the kiss. He was in a lot of trouble.
Not only had he just come in his pants, which he was going to have to change soon because he could not continue the trip in those jeans now, but he had come to a very shocking conclusion. He actually loved Blaine. Now more than ever, he knew he needed to protect Blaine. There was a lot more on the line than just Blaine's life now.
When they pulled away, Blaine laughed roughly and slid back into his seat.
"That was interesting. And a little unexpected." Kurt raised an eyebrow, frowning as he repositioned his seat. There was definitely come sticking to him and it was not a comfortable feeling.
"Unexpected? And what exactly where you expecting when you crawled into my lap like that?" After checking to make sure that there was no one in the area, he stepped out of the car and grabbed his bag, rifling through for a new pair of boxers and another pair of jeans.
"I don't know, but I definitely didn't expect that we'd end up dry humping like a pair of horny teenagers." It was said with a laugh as Blaine followed Kurt's lead, getting out of the car with his own bag.
Kurt, despite trying very hard not to, did find himself watching Blaine. He watched long enough to see that all he did was change his underwear and was about to pull on the pants he had just been wearing.
"Wouldn't you be more comfortable in clean jeans?" Blaine glanced over the top of the car, leaning to rest his forearms against the top of it.
"I checked, they're clean." Kurt bit his lip, thredding a belt through his jeans and folding the soiled clothes so that it wouldn't get everywhere in his bag.
"Okay, let me rephrase that. I'm not sure I'll be able to handle thinking about you in the same jeans that you just came in without wanting to rip them off of you." With my teeth. That part wasn't added, but Kurt was definitely thinking it. And by the raise of Blaine's eyebrow, he definitely was thinking it too.
Thankfully he didn't say anything else, although he definitely had a smirk that said he had a list of things he could say, and changed his jeans. Once they were both presentable again, they got back into the car and Blaine turned the key.
As Blaine tried to navigate the area to find out how to get back on the interstate, he glanced over at Kurt with a frown.
"So what does this mean exactly? We just going to forget that happened and go back to the original plan?" The original plan, that they would focus on getting Blaine safe and then possibly look into something more. Yea, that plan was pretty shot to shit at this point.
"What if I... what if I don't want to forget it happened?" And damn if Kurt's voice wasn't hesitant at that. He was going to blame the orgasm for that because he had some backbone.
Blaine reached over with his right hand and completely bypassed Kurt's knee, which is where he thought it was heading, and wrapped around Kurt's left hand. He let their hands be pulled over into Blaine's personal space where he placed a light kiss to the back of his hand. They had found the interstate by then and the lights of the passing cars lit up that he was, once again, blushing. And Kurt was going to go out on a limb and say it wasn't just from their little act of physicality.
"I'd like that." Their hands dropped onto Blaine's thigh and Kurt found himself, despite his many self help talks in the past few days, completely at ease at the fact that he just started a relationship with someone who he had been hired to kill and then kidnapped to keep safe.
They still had a long ways to go before this was resolved, but it made it easier for Kurt to breathe that he knew that at the end, it wouldn't necessarily be over for them too.
A/N: Sooooo, yea. Car smut. Thanks for the incentive Sammi, haha. I've decided, since I like where this one ended, that I'm going to let this be where my week long hiatus starts. Sorry guys. I'll be back on the 4th with some, hopefully, quality posts. THIS STORY IS NOT OVER! I will be back. Promise. Thanks for sticking with me guys, I'll be sure to make it worth your while.
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