Warning: Smut. And a very short chapter.
Shoot to Kill - The Epilogue
"How long have you lived here?" Kurt glanced to where Blaine was struggling to climb over various unpacked boxes in the livingroom. He sighed, running his hand through his hair and wincing because yea, that was gross.
"Would you believe me if I said a few years?" Blaine spun around to face Kurt at that, nearly toppling over a stack of smaller boxes marked magazines.
"And you haven't unpacked? Anything?" Kurt shrugged and tossed his jacket and bag onto his couch.
"Hadn't gotten around to it, I never spend much time here. Or, never used to."
They had driven to Kurt's apartment from the company so that they could shower and rest, so that they could decide what them being free meant for them. Sam had looked a bit like a cornered animal when Kurt offered for him to join them and had nearly broken his neck climbing into his car and driving the opposite direction. And although Kurt understood what it meant for Sam to even be in Ohio, he also knew that at some point, he was going to have to get over this fear of running into their old friends and his family.
"Well now you have the time, you might want to look into unpacking. Or maybe just moving and unpacking. Either way, your apartment is an obstacle course and I am trying to curb the urge to hurdle around your living room." Kurt laughed, glancing at the clock over his television and sighing.
"You can shower first. I'll try to straighten up some boxes to make walk ways." Blaine nodded, scratching at his neck as he grabbed his bag and heading in the direction that Kurt pointed him in.
Kurt had only been rearranging the boxes for a few moments when he had to stop. Here he was, dealing with his belongings, when he had a very wet and very naked Blaine in his shower. And wow, he definitely had the right to take advantage of that now. So instead of making a walk way, which he would definitely have to look into soon because this was ridiculous, he started to shed his clothing as he made his way towards the bathroom.
When he stepped in, Blaine was humming loudly from behind the shower curtain. Kurt pulled the curtain off of the shower wall and stepped in, smiling at the pleasantly surprised look on Blaine's face.
"How did I ever live like that?" Blaine tossed a glance in the direction of the door, if the shower curtain hadn't been in the way, and stepped closer, reaching out to touch Kurt's ribs. He had looked at them a few times since leaving the building, relatively amazed at the quickly purpling color it had taken.
"Without unpacking all this time?" Kurt smirked and leaned forward, trying to keep his injured arm out of the direct spray of the water. Bending his head, he pressed his lips to the trickle of water going over Blaine's throat.
"Without you in my shower, actually." It was an entirely cheesy thing to say, especially to someone he'd known about a week, but Kurt didn't even have it in him to care. He meant it.
It also seemed enough for Blaine who reached up, cupping his hand against Kurt's cheek, and pulled him forward. Before their lips touched he pulled back, trying to bite back a smile.
"So we won't be interrupted this time? No roommates, no Sam, no-" Kurt pulled him forward, using his shoulders for leverage, and pressed their lips together.
It was definitely all in his mind that made him think that this was the best kiss they'd share, because Kurt had to say that the first kiss was probably his favorite, but this one was definitely up there. Blaine had moved them so they were against the far wall of the shower, pressing Kurt against the wall and using the hand that wasn't curved around his neck to hold onto Kurt's hip, thumb pressing into his hipbone. Kurt had deepened the kiss first, slipping his tongue between their mouths and sliding it along Blaine's, only to feel his knees start to quake as Blaine returned the favor by drawing shapes on the roof of his mouth.
The water was making them slip, because neither of them felt close enough and were pulling and pulling each other, but the wall of the shower was cold against Kurt's back and he was having none of this passice shit. Pulling Blaine's hand away from his neck so that they'd be able to steady themselves, he used his free hand to roll them so that Blaine was pressed against the shower wall. This was causing the water to run over Kurt's back and starting to soak the bandage but that was the least of his worries.
Blaine hummed in approval at the position changed, the vibration going from his mouth to Kurt's tongue which apparently was attached in some way to his groin because he could feel himself getting hard against Blaine's thigh. And when Blaine felt it, he groaned and let his head fall backwards against the shower wall, trying to angle his leg between Kurt's more.
No words were needed because they both knew what they wanted, what they both needed. Release. They moved against each other, shallowly at first, with Blaine struggling to keep his footing on the wet floor. Instead of worrying that Blaine would topple them over, Kurt reached down and hoisted Blaine's leg up and over his hip, using the top half of his body to pin him to the shower wall, and then sealed his mouth over the pulse point on Blaine's neck.
"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck. Kurt." The shallow thrusts sped up, the water lessening the friction but making it an all together new sensation. Kurt kep one hand on Blaine's hip and let his other sneak between them, wrapping around Blaine's cock and stroking it quickly, rubbing his thumb over the top on the upward strokes.
Blaine caught on quickly, easing one of his hands between them. It was a tight fit, because Kurt was still pinning him to the shower with his torso, and at first his hand was smoothing over Kurt's hand and then stomach, before finally closing around his cock. Neither of them felt they could hold on for long, especially not in this upward position. It had only been a few days since they had been like this in the hotel room the last time, but that didn't even matter. All that mattered was that they had their hands around each other's cocks and Kurt was sucking a bruise onto Blaine's neck and Blaine was... pushing Kurt against the far wall again.
Before Kurt could even ask what was going on, Blaine dropped to his knees. And before Kurt could make sure either of them were steady, Blaine's mouth had sunk over his cock and oh... Kurt had forgotten how good this felt.
Kurt knew what to expect from Blaine's mouth, as he had been very aware of everything the first night in his apartment. What he wasn't ready for was Blaine's hand to sneak up, running up to his entrance and just prodding in enough that Kurt arched forward into Blaine's mouth before pushing back onto the finger. He was barely in to the first knuckle and Kurt was determined for him to push further, but as he rocked back, his back connected with the shower wall and a fierce pain came over his side.
Biting on his tongue and simply letting Blaine's mouth do the work, he was honestly surprised he hadn't lost his hard on. The surprise wore off as Blaine did something with his tongue against the vein and then as he hollowed out his cheeks. Kurt let his head thunk onto the shower wall as his body shuddered, coming down Blaine's throat. Blaine, who had barely pulled back to give it room, simply swallowed and pulled off, kissing Kurt's hips and up his stomach, stopping when Kurt hissed in pain.
"Shit. Your ribs." Kurt laughed a little shakily, pushing off the wall as he did so.
"I had a few other things on my mind rather than the pain." Blaine pressed a light kiss to the bruises before standing up and pressing his lips to Kurt's. And even though Kurt was in pain, he had a sense of duty and reached down, but pulled back when his fingers brushed over a spent cock rather than a hard one.
"Did you-" Blaine laughed, ducking his head a little as he did so.
"I couldn't help myself. The sounds you make are pretty fucking pornographic Kurt. I fully intended to rise to the occasion, if you'll pardon the pun, again once I was finished, however now I think we should just wash up and then go cuddle."
Kurt couldn't believe it, he honestly couldn't. Blaine was straight out of a Disney movie (if Disney made porn). With one last kiss, Kurt cupping Blaine's chin to tilt his head up for the contact, he bent down to pick up his body wash from the corner of the shower.
"I'll warn you though, I like being the little spoon."
It was dysfunctional and there would be a lot of sacrifices to be made, a lot of give and take and negotiations in their future, but Kurt wasn't worried. Somehow, they made sense. And somehow, they'd make it through whatever came next.
A/N: The end. Except that its not because I'm writing a sequel. And a prequel one-shot that will explain the sequel. But between then and now, I'm going to write a few one shots, including a few for the EHo verse. So thank you all for your lovely reviews. And thank you for the lovely birthday messages that a few of you sent me. My birthday was good, interesting to the extreme.
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