Warning: This chapter contains scenes of sexual nature.
Shoot to Kill
Halfway to St. Louis, as they had promised Sam, they started looking for an 'out of the way' hotel to stay in for the rest of the night. They had already passed most of the ones that Sam had circled and it was pushing past two thirty in the morning now, so they had to find something. They could push to make it to the next hotel that Sam had circled, but it was about forty miles out and Kurt knew that Blaine was getting tired already, by the way he kept rubbing his eyes and trying to keep his yawns covered."You sure you don't want me to drive? We can still look for a place to stop, it just looks like you're about to crash. Literally." Blaine shook his head, biting back another yawn. It was completely adorable, as was the way that he had yet to let go of Kurt's hand.
"No, I'm fine, really." Kurt would believe that statement more if Blaine hadn't yawned half of it. However, he changed the subject by pointing out another sign with a list of hotels coming up.
When they finally picked a hotel, although motel probably fit more, even Kurt couldn't deny how tired he was. He knew that in his line of work, there were some things that he had to take his chances on. Sometimes he needed a lot of sleep to be completely aware for the mission, but sometimes he couldn't afford to sleep and lose time or conscious awareness of where he was. Honestly though, he felt that he needed to keep his strength up for whatever was waiting for them at the end of this journey.
Plus, if him and Blaine were going to start making it a habit of randomly making each other come, he was going to need as much energy as he could get.
The guy at the desk didn't seem to think it was odd when Kurt and Blaine walked in, carrying their bags and fighting back yawns. Kurt double checked that he pulled out the right credit car, Felix Reese's card, as he requested a room. He didn't even bat an eyelash when Kurt stated that they only needed one bed. He ran the card, handed over the card key, and told them how to get to their room. In all honesty, he seemed like it was something he got often.
"They probably get a lot of couples out this way. It's nondescript, off the beaten track, takes cash. Think about it." Kurt made a sound in the back of his throat, probably a laugh but at this point who knows, while trying and retrying the card key in their door. He ran it three times before banging his forehead on the door.
"Now that I'm this close to sleep, I can't seem to do the smallest of functions." Blaine laughed, yawning as he did so, and grabbed the card from Kurt's hand. It took him twice to get it to work, but once he did, Kurt nearly fell into the room. He dropped his bag and looked about to just drop into the bed but seemed to think better of it, pulling off his pants and shirt, rummaging through his bag for the pajama pants that he... there they were. He pulled those on before flopping onto the bed.
Although if you asked him, he'd refuse to admit that he ever flopped anywhere. Ever.
Blaine followed suit, changing into a pair of blue cotton pants and leaving his shirt off (and even though Kurt was half asleep, he was already really looking forward to the feeling of skin against skin whilst cuddling in their sleep), climbing into the bed with some difficulty because it was small. He lay beside Kurt, their arms and feet barely brushing. And as much as Kurt wanted to tell him that he could come closer, they could sleep closer, those weren't the words that came out when he did speak.
"We should really talk about everything." Blaine rolled his head to face Kurt, raising an eyebrow before yawning.
"In the morning then." Kurt nodded and rolled so that he was completely facing Blaine, pulling the older man closer to him and pressing his nose against his collarbone. God, Blaine smelled like his cologne and sex and a little like Kurt's own scent. It was fast becoming Kurt's favorite smell, all of these things at once.
He felt himself slip into sleep, his arm tucked over Blaine's waist and Blaine's arm over his shoulders, his hand pressed against the small of Kurt's back.
The dream that Kurt was having was new... well maybe not new. It was strange that he was having a dream about someone being on top of him to the point that he could actually feel it though. He could feel the weight pushing on his thighs and the knees digging into either side of his hips and fingers running over his arms and chest and lips pressing against his throat and teeth nipping at his... this was not a dream.
His eyes snapped open, his breathing going from easy in sleep to a little faster because yup, Blaine was straddling him and alternating between pressing open mouth kisses to his neck and running his teeth over his exposed collarbone. He's always half hard in the mornings but this must have been going on for a while because he was definitely as hard as he could get and his hips were moving on their own accord to brush against Blaine's crotch which... yup, they'd been at this for a while.
"Were you going to wake up me for this particular excursion?" Blaine lifted his head from the crook of Kurt's neck and smirked, rotating his hips just enough to brush against Kurt's cock and make his eyes roll into the back of his head for a second.
To be honest, Kurt was not opposed to being woken up like this every morning.
"The noises you were making were pretty interesting." Kurt raised an eyebrow, hoping that he could keep his hitman cool long enough to keep from blushing, before moving to grab onto Blaine's hips. This was a relatively familiar stance, since it seemed that everytime they were even the slightest bit horizontal, Blaine was on top. Never one to be outdone, Kurt bent his knee just enough that he could get some leverage and rolled them over on the bed, laughing at the surprised noise that escaped Blaine's throat.
"You should be careful. Keep doing that while I'm asleep and it would be over before it really starts to get fun." Kurt situated himself so that one of his legs was between Blaine's, their thighs rubbing against each other's cocks. It was around that point, with Blaine tilting his head backwards and baring the curve of his neck to Kurt, that he realized that they hadn't kissed yet. So instead of taking advantage of the expanse of neck presented to him, he used one hand to tilt Blaine's head back up and lowered himself until their mouths met.
He moved again, his leg moving forward at the same time that Blaine lifted his hips so the friction was basically amazing, so that he could settle between Blaine's legs, their mouths still attached. There was still that throbbing inside of him, something that had very little to do with lust and very much to do with love, that was telling him that this was still too much at once. He wanted everything, every inch of skin and probably more than that. He had to promise himself that when this was done, not if, he would take the time to learn each and every one of Blaine's gasps and moans, but for now... for now they were stuck with a desperate need and that would have to do.
"Pants. Off. Now." Blaine looked up, his eyes lidded and his mouth a deep red from the kiss, and nodded. They both shifted, lifting and moving their hips to get their pajama pants and underwear off, both extremely aware of the way their erections brushed against one another. While Kurt leaned back down, to shift himself bewteen Blaine's spread legs once more, Blaine had already moved a hand down to wrap around Kurt's length.
Kurt uttered out a few words, or sounds that would just have to pass for words for now, as he began to thrust. And hell, this was not what he had been trying for when he flipped them over, he had his mind made up and... fuck Blaine was rubbing his thumb over the head of Kurt's cock and-
"Fucking hell." He bent forward, forcing Blaine to stop moving his hand in potentially illegal ways on his cock and bites down hard on Blaine's bottom lip. While Blaine is distracted by that, moaning at the pull on his lip, Kurt leans up just enough to sneak his hand down between them. His position on Blaine's thighs is kind of perfect for what he has in mind, wrapping his hand around Blaine and pushing their cocks together, linking his fingers around Blaine's so that they are sort of holding hands... just with their cocks between their palms.
The rhythm they start out with is slow, but they both that right now isn't really the time for romance. So while their hips are moving, each thrusting themselves into their joined hands, Kurt urges Blaine's hand to start moving with his. There is a little too much friction, which Kurt should have thought about before he started this but fuck, he was already starting to leak a bit and on the upward jerk, he swiped his thumb over the heads of their cocks to increase the pressure.
It must have worked because Blaine's free hand shot up, fisting against the back of Kurt's head and pulled him halfway down to meet him while he sat the rest of the way up, their mouths crashing together, teeth and tongue and gasps. Blaine was doing his best to fuck Kurt's mouth with his tongue, which Kurt had absolutely no objections to, and Kurt knew that Blaine was going to have a series of bruises on his hip from the grip that Kurt had on him.
There is nothing but white noise going on in Kurt's head, a low humming with a chorus of Blaine's gasps vibrating into his own mouth, that seems to intensify the moment that Blaine comes. And fuck seeing Blaine like that really did something because Kurt felt his knees shake a bit and his thrusts seemed to get a little haphazard and then he found his own orgasm. As he collapses onto Blaine's chest, he thinks he should probably be disgusted. There is a layer of semen slowly congealing between them that, yea, was pretty disgusting.
But Kurt wasn't in a rush. He was waiting for the feeling to come back to his legs and maybe for his ears to stop ringing and definitely for Blaine's hand to release his hair, but it hadn't happened yet. They had so much to do and really didn't have time for post-sex cuddling, but it seemed they both had silently agreed to not rush it for a few minutes.
Their few minutes were cut extremely short as there was a mechanical sound coming from Kurt's side of the bed. It was the phone that Sam had given them, meaning that it was Sam that was calling. And while Kurt would have ignored it, he was brought back to the circumstances and forced himself to roll to the side of the bed to grab the phone from the bedside table.
"Yes?" His voice came out in a bit of a "just came" rasp, causing Blaine to start laughing silently. And even though it was just a phonecall, Kurt could just feel that Sam was giving him a look.
"Well, I was calling to check in on you two, but I'm already rethinking that decision. However, I would like to point out that I did tell you that you'd tap-" Kurt snapped the phone shut and put it down on the nightstand. He was fairly certain that if he had allowed Sam to finish that sentence, he would probably kill him with sheer willpower.
"We should... clean ourselves up. We have a long day ahead of us." Kurt rolled his head to look at Blaine, who was still smiling lightly. It was decided, purely to save time, that they would have to shower together. And despite the fact that Kurt's mind was going through all of the things they could do in that shower, most of those things being counterproductive to actually getting clean, they were able to mostly keep their hands to themselves. Mostly.
He wasn't able to deny the fact that he could now, with no shame, run his hands over Blaine's body. He was completely naked and standing under the spray and Kurt didn't even want to try to resist the urge to kiss up his chest and suck on the skin of his neck, pushing Blaine against the shower wall as he did so. They were getting so distracted but neither of them wanted to pull away from the moment.
When they finally left the bathroom, dressed and finally able to keep their hands to themselves, they grabbed their things and headed towards the door. They would stop for gas and breakfast, with the intention of talking about everything in the car.
The guy at the desk was different than the one from the night before, giving them a clearly judging look as he asked if they had slept well. This, on top of the stress of what they were heading for, made Kurt really want to get crass and potentially just mount Blaine right there in the lobby, but he knew better. He handed over the card key and basically pulled Blaine out of the building, heading straight for the red car that they had already spent way too much time. He absent mindedly patted his messenger bag for his equipment, a comforting habit more than anything, and unlocked the car door with the keys he hadn't even realized he had been holding.
They stopped for coffee and breakfast, Blaine going across the street to get gas while Kurt ordered their food, and then headed back onto the road. Kurt looked over the map three times before getting onto the interstate.
"You said that we should talk last night." Kurt glanced over at Blaine, who was licking the coffee off of his stirrer, eyes forward.
"That I did. Sam gave us a few rough ideas for what to do when we get to St. Louis, but in order for us to figure out the best plan, I want... I need... to know a little more about Drum. Anything you can think of would help."
Because honestly, Kurt didn't want to know anything about Drum. He didn't want to see Blaine get potentially starry eyed over his old flame, to recount their time together and sigh. He needed to know anything that could help him figure out how to best end this once and for all, but he was not sure he was ready to hear it. Especially since Sam had grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the side before they left yesterday and whispered that this might change a few things, that it might make Kurt a rebound and he didn't want him to get hurt.
Not that Kurt thought he was a rebound, because Blaine had said a few times that he hadn't been emotionally invested into his relationship with Drum, but it still didn't stop the fact that it was possible. They hadn't mentioned feelings, hadn't talked about after all of this. All Blaine had said was that it was difficult for him to keep his hands to himself. Which was a state that Kurt was starting to find very familiar himself.
"I don't know what to say. He's my age. We don't really have a lot in common, except that we are both gay. He uh, well. He used to leave in the middle of the night while I was sleeping, even if we were at his place. Wes used to give me hell for letting him get away with that."
Suddenly Kurt remembered waking up at Blaine's apartment, wanting to leave but having a job to do, and the conversation with Wes. It cleared up why Wes had been so cold to him, why Blaine had reacted the way he had. The first relationship (well, maybe not relationship at that point) that he had gotten into since Drum and the guy was doing the same thing?
"Is there anything else? Habits or weaknesses or...?" Blaine seemed to think about it before nodding, leaning his head back against the headrest.
"He couldn't do it often, but in highschool he did boxing. Had to stop though because of a knee injury he got playing soccer. Other than that, there isn't much I can tell you. Our interactions of the past while haven't been much catching up." His voice was tight and Kurt knew that that meant he was getting frustrated, either at the questions or at himself or at Drum or just in general.
Kurt didn't know what would happen if he reached a hand out to grab onto Blaine's hand, maybe put his hand on his leg, but he didn't want to know. After the relaxed atmosphere this morning, they were both wound tight and staring ahead at what they were getting themselves into. So instead of trying to comfort Blaine, which he really had no idea how to even start, he reached forward and turned on the radio.
A/N: Thank you all for being really understanding about my brief hiatus. I'm back and posting. So to thank you for the wait, look, smut! The next chapter is going to have the first introduction of one Matthew Drum, so prepare yourselves? You guys are awesome!
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