Warnings for this chapter: anal intercourse - top!Blaine (top!Kurt is usually my thing, but didn't fit so well with what I had in mind for this whole setup so onwards)
four
Sebastian brought them here. Kurt thinks it's ridiculous and insane but somehow brilliant that a boy he hates pushed him and Blaine apart but then brought them back together, closer than ever, pressing, rocking, grinding in Blaine's bed after the opening night of West Side Story.
There's been days of tension, neither Kurt or Blaine willing to talk like they normally would, vent it all out so they could move on and be together as they were – happy with no Sebastian, no Scandals, no fight in a parking lot in the middle of the night after too much alcohol and not enough of each other.
Kurt had gone to Blaine eventually, sick of not having his best friend anymore, no one to text with silly anecdotes, and found him in the auditorium, tension and an aching heart making him stumble over dance moves.
It was a meeting of minds when they spoke, realizing they'd been on the same page all along, just one a few sentences behind the other and Kurt had looked at Blaine's shining eyes, heard his voice croak I hope so, I want you to be and refused an invitation to Breadstix because he needed to be with Blaine tonight and fall into bliss then sleep and golden silence, Blaine curled around him, breathing even.
They're at Blaine's now, naked on the bed, flushed and gasping as they touch and feel, relearning the curves and angles of each other, even though it's only been a week since they last did this. Kurt's over Blaine's lap, their cocks resting between them, slip-sliding because of the lube Blaine had put on them earlier so he could stretch his hand around both of them, skin on skin, so tight and wet and together.
Kurt bucks and tugs on Blaine's hair when Blaine dips a hand into the cleft of his ass and presses one finger at his entrance, a silent question that Kurt will answer with yesyesyes, because he's been thinking about this, about more than this and when Blaine's finger pushes in, thick and wonderful, making Kurt's chest heave and his fingers dig into Blaine's shoulders, he gasps, "Fuck me," into Blaine's ear, his tongue flicking out to lick at the shell of it.
Blaine doesn't still but he doesn't answer and Kurt feels dizzy with anticipation, panic starting to creep in that it's too much, too fast, too soon after the fight but then Blaine slides another finger in alongside the first, cupping Kurt's hip and almost pushing him down, the stretch so good and so much that will now take them to more and everything.
Kurt's sweating and groaning, breaths of ahahah sometimes bursting past his lips and then there's three fingers, twisting and burning but it's what Kurt wants. He wants a bit of pain so it can ebb and vanish, leaving him with nothing but a soaring heart and flickers of pleasure in his bones, his muscles, his skin, his whole body. He wants this to feel like the past week, hurt and heavy to start then something so sweet and breathtaking he'll remember how it feels forever and as Blaine hits that spot inside with his fingers, stretching them out so Kurt arches and claws at his chest, the pain is fading and forgotten in favour of heat and passion.
He feels empty, unconnected, when Blaine takes his fingers away and Kurt slides his arms around Blaine's shoulders, holding and clinging so he can be closerclosercloser, his eyes going wide and his mouth dry when Blaine presses the tip of his cock to Kurt's entrance, his hot cheek sliding against Kurt's as he nips at his earlobe and says, "Like this, right here – I want you right here."
Kurt can only nod and whine, sinking lower and lower until he's sat on Blaine's thighs, Blaine's cock inside and so perfect and he swears he can feel the thrum of life running through Blaine, now deep inside himself and they're so connected, so alive and in this together, always in this together.
"I love you," Kurt says, voice raspy and heart light and he pulls back to see Blaine's face because they've barely looked at each other this evening, too caught up in touching and being and he needs to see Blaine's eyes because he knows they're going to be so bright and swirling and they are.
They stare at each other as they move, Kurt lifting and falling, biting his lip to muffle screams until Blaine kisses him once and says, "Let me hear you, I want to hear you," shuddering and groaning himself when Kurt rolls his body on the slide up, rim dragging over Blaine's cock in a tight ring.
As Blaine starts to shake and he grips Kurt's biceps hard, leaving handprints that Kurt will smile at in the morning and skate his fingertips over, remembering everything about this moment and Blaine's parted lips and scrunched up nose, Kurt wraps a hand around his own cock, pumping fast so they can come together, and they do, so perfectly do, reaching the crescendo in flawless time with melodies of gasps, groans and cries falling from their lips.
Kurt falls back onto the bed when they're done, Blaine scrambling to lay beside him and tug him close because they don't want to let go, not yet, they've only just come back together and Kurt kisses Blaine over and over because Sebastian brought them here and here they will stay.
If you've read this whole thing, all four parts, thank you from the bottom of my writers heart :)