CHAPTER SEVEN
Blaine woke up in a panic. He jolted upright in bed. It took him a little while to remember where he was. He was in his bedroom – it was dark and quiet except for the soft sounds of Kurt snoring beside him. He realized that he was trembling and sweating; he remembered his nightmare and couldn't help the feeling of doom in the pit of his stomach. He turned to Kurt and gently put his hand on his chest. He could feel the familiar warmth there as well as the rise and fall of Kurt's breath. Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath – he immediately started to feel better. Kurt was his home. Kurt was his anchor.
He eventually slipped out of bed and wandered into the kitchen. He poured himself some water and sat at the table. He lost track of how long he sat there. His body was numb except for his pounding head and his aching heart. He decided that he needed to call his best friend Sam and Kurt's best friend, Rachel. They were the only people he would be able to confide in about something as terrible as this. It was clear he needed to speak to someone; ending up in a mental institution was not an option. Tomorrow. I'll call them tomorrow. He finished his water and climbed the stairs back up to their bedroom. Kurt was in the same position he had left him in. Blaine thought he looked so beautiful in slumber. He slipped into bed and huddled close to his husband, spooning from behind. He nuzzled his lips to the base of Kurt's neck and mouthed barely a whisper, "I love you so much."
Blaine woke up in a much more pleasant way the second time around. It wasn't dark, he wasn't sweating, he wasn't in a panic, and were those his husband's talented lips trailing down his chest? "Kuuurt," he said hoarsely and squirmed against him.
Kurt moaned his response and deliberately made his kisses wetter and hotter as he trailed lower. His plump lips feasted on Blaine's sweet skin and his teeth scraped along the taut flesh. His hands were gentle and loving on Blaine's ribs then at his hips. He hooked his fingers into Blaine's pants and swiftly pulled them down to free his growing erection.
Blaine repeated with a gasp, "Kuuurttt."
Kurt heard him but didn't waste any time acknowledging his callings – at least not with words. He let his mouth slide down to the base of Blaine's cock. He lapped kisses around it, in a circle then up the shaft, slowly, delicately, devouring every inch as his nose grazed upward along it.
Blaine squirmed and moaned. He melted into the bed as he slid one hand into Kurt's hair, he tugged, guided, begged… and when he felt Kurt's wet lips pressing against his tip, he jerked and thrust upward. Kurt's mouth felt incredible. Kurt's mouth always felt incredible; he always made Blaine's body feel like it would internally combust from intense lust but this morning was over the top. Blaine needed this more than anything. He needed to feel this closeness with Kurt. He needed the intimacy and oh my god he all of a sudden needed to release.
He came in ropes – thick, creamy, sticky strands filled Kurt's mouth. Blaine could feel Kurt's struggle to swallow it all down – there was so much of it and he exploded so forcefully. Loud cries filled the room, his breath caught in his chest as he fisted the sheets and lifted his pelvis off the bed. His entire body trembled when Kurt unleashed his tongue, devouring every last droplet.
"Oh my sweet god! Oh Kurt, fuck," Blaine was out of his mind.
Kurt slithered – yes, slithered – up Blaine's body and pressed his swollen cum-stained mouth onto Blaine's still whimpering lips. They kissed hungrily. Kurt found Blaine's hands and intertwined their fingers together, pinning him down with his arms above his head. Kurt broke the kiss with a popping sound. His intense blue-eyed gaze burned down into his husband's soul. "You are mine," he hissed then lowered himself to suck on Blaine's throat while simultaneously thrusting upward – his cock penetrating his husband. Neither of them could control their bodies. Blaine groaned low and deep in his throat. Kurt yelped and cried out. They didn't make love. It was much more than that. It was feral and primitive. Their bed rocked against the wall and only stopped when Kurt shuttered and came, emptying himself just as Blaine came again, splattering Kurt's stomach.
Kurt rolled off of his husband, gasping for breath. He had so much to say but couldn't string two words together. He focused on drawing oxygen into his lungs.
Blaine trembled and leaned up. His head was swimming from having just had two incredible orgasms. He pressed his face to Kurt's shoulder – all the stress from the day before hit him again. How was he ever going to say goodbye to all of this? The stress mixed with the emotion of Kurt's attention was too much to bare. The sobs came quickly.
Kurt was alarmed. He was used to Blaine becoming emotional and sometimes even tearing up after they had made love but he had never sobbed before. "Honey, are you ok? Did I hurt you?"
"I… Babe…" He wanted to tell Kurt everything but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. It would destroy them.
"Blaine? Honey?" Kurt used his thumb to wipe at Blaine's tears.
Blaine nodded his head, gently. "I'm fine. More than fine." It was a lie. "Kurt, you were incredible as always. I love you so much. I'm just overwhelmed with passion for you," Blaine hugged his husband. "I love the way you wake me up. I love the way you make me feel. I love your way."
"I love you too. I'm so happy. Our life is perfect," Kurt kissed him sweetly and caressed his cheek with his palm. They had been through a lot, he and Blaine. And although there had been many times where Kurt felt secure in their relationship, like nothing could touch them or what they had – now was the first time in his life he felt invincible. He had his career and he had this amazing man who was not afraid to show him all his emotions and all his love. Kurt felt like the luckiest man in the universe.
Blaine tightened his hug around Kurt's chest. He wanted to die. His heart felt like it would explode from the sheer pressure of what was to come – and from the pressure of hiding that from the person he loved most in the world.
