So this has been a long time coming. Sorry for the wait.
But yeah. It's all gone a bit romantic. And fluffy. And smutty.
Chuck some reviews at me if you fancy it.
And I still don't own anything. I do own Chris and Darren though. But only in my mind. In my mind they do this sort of thing all the time. It's brilliant in my mind ;)
A Little Bit of Fun Part Six
Sunday was probably the most relaxed and enjoyable day that Blaine had ever had with Kurt. After Kurt had taken his shower and changed out of last night's clothes, they spent the whole day sitting on the couch, watching movies and talking – really talking. They ordered some take out and shared a bottle of wine while watching Hairspray and singing along to every song. It was the most pleasant and likeable Kurt had ever been, in Blaine's opinion, and it was this Kurt that he wasn't ashamed to be so in love with.
But in the back of his mind, Blaine knew this wouldn't last. Karofsky would be back the next day. Kurt would have to go back to being his property and Blaine his faithful employee. Blaine willed the time to go slower – he wanted this day to last as long as possible. He didn't want tomorrow to come.
"What's the matter with you?" Kurt asked, emptying the last of the wine into both their glasses. "You've gone all quiet and sad, like you're about to burst into tears. Or into song."
Blaine chuckled. "It's nothing, it's just... today has been really great."
"Aww, are you coming over all sentimental on me, honey?" Kurt cooed.
"I'm not being sentimental," said Blaine. "I'm just saying... I think this is the longest we've gone without fighting, or you hitting on me."
"Well, it's not like there's any point in my flirting now, is there?" said Kurt, sipping his wine. "You'll stop being such a prude eventually."
"Oh, really?" Blaine laughed. "And what makes you so sure?"
Kurt smirked, leaning forward and kissing Blaine softly on the corner of his mouth.
"Because you love me," he whispered, smugly.
Blaine smirked right back. "Yeah, well you love me too."
Kurt rolled his eyes, although he blushed before he could stop himself.
"It was an accident," he said, trying to sound superior.
"You fell in love with me accidently?"
Kurt drank is wine so he wouldn't have to look at Blaine. "...yes."
Blaine raised his eyebrows, and Kurt blushed a little harder, wishing that he wouldn't.
"You still love me though," said Blaine, curling his arm around Kurt's waist. "It's not a bad thing. Even if it was an accident."
He held Kurt closer, kissing him gently on the cheek. Kurt gasped slightly, his face going even redder. Nobody affected him quite like this. His heart was racing and he was feeling breathless – it was weird feeling so torn apart when he was fully clothed and he and Blaine weren't even technically doing anything. He hadn't felt like this with anyone before.
"You know what I don't understand?" said Blaine.
"What?" Kurt said, trying to sound casual.
"How can I be the only person who thinks you're beautiful?" he said. "I just don't get it. You are by far the most beautiful man I've ever since in my entire life."
Kurt scoffed. "Right. You're just saying that."
"No, I'm not," Blaine insisted, cupping Kurt's face. "You're absolutely perfect. I don't understand how Karofsky could love you so much and yet never tell you that."
Kurt shrugged, frowning. He was still holding his wine glass in both hands. Blaine took it from him and placed it on the table, before looking right in his eyes.
"I don't get it either," Kurt said quietly. "And I didn't really care until you showed up. You made me realise just how bad he treats me, and now I don't even want him to come home tomorrow. I'd rather he just stayed in New York. And then you'd get to stay here."
"Are you coming over all sentimental on me, Kurt?" Blaine said with a smirk.
They both laughed, and Kurt moved even closer to him.
"Maybe a teeny, tiny, little bit..." Kurt giggled.
They looked into each other's eyes again, before they both leaned forward and their lips met in a soft, chaste kiss. Kurt sighed as Blaine cupped his face and stroked his cheek, their kiss slow and loving and surprisingly innocent. When they separated Kurt looked slightly disappointed.
"You're never going to sleep with me, are you?" he said sadly. "Not while I'm still with him."
Blaine shook his head, still stroking Kurt's cheek. "I just can't."
"But you know I don't want to be with David," Kurt said. "You know I would end things with him if I could..."
He started kissing Blaine's neck desperately, clinging to the front of his shirt.
"Please," he whispered, sounding as if he was about to cry. "Please, Blaine... I love you..."
That was the first time Kurt had ever said that and actually meant it. He continued to kiss Blaine's neck, holding him tightly, needing him like oxygen. Blaine didn't have the heart to push him away.
"We shouldn't, Kurt," he said, trying to convince himself too. "We can't."
"Yes, we can," said Kurt, tears escaping his eyes before he could stop them.
He stop kissing Blaine's neck and look him right in the eye, his hands either side of his face, trying to show just how serious he was.
"This is the only chance we'll have," he said. "David will be back tomorrow and you know I can't leave him. I'm not just saying this to get in your pants or whatever. Before it was just about sex, but not anymore. Blaine, I love you. I've never really been in love with anyone and I've never felt like this before, but I know that I love you."
Blaine took Kurt's hands off his face, holding them both tightly against his lap.
"Please, Blaine," said Kurt, tears running down his cheeks. "You know I don't beg for anything, but I'm begging now. David may think he owns me but he doesn't. I'm all yours, Blaine."
Blaine honestly didn't know what to say. He held onto Kurt's hands, turning it all over in his head. He'd be in trouble if Karofsky ever found out. What if he came home early and walked in on them? Karofsky would literally kill him. But as he looked up at Kurt, Blaine knew that he couldn't say no. He loved Kurt, loved him so much more than Karofsky ever could. And Kurt loved him too, even though he wasn't rich or powerful, and even though he had first thought that Kurt was too shallow for that kind of thing. Blaine knew the real Kurt, the Kurt that nobody else even knew existed, the beautiful, sweet, vulnerable Kurt who he loved more than anything. He would give anything to have just one night with Kurt – he would risk his life just to be with him.
"I love you too, Kurt." he said, wiping the tears from Kurt's cheeks. "And I'm, of course, entirely yours too. Come on."
He stood up and pulled Kurt up with him, taking him by the hand and leading him upstairs. Kurt had literally never felt so happy before, as they made their way to the first guest bedroom they came to. Blaine sat down on the bed and pulled Kurt down onto his lap, catching his lips in another surprisingly innocent kiss. Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's curly black hair, before pulling away from him and smiling.
"Are you sure about this?" he whispered.
Blaine laughed, his hands resting on Kurt's waist.
"You spend the whole weekend trying to get me into bed," he said with an arched eyebrow. "And now that you've got me, you're asking me if I'm sure?"
"That's just it," said Kurt seriously. "I've spent all weekend trying to manipulate you, but I'm not actually manipulating you now. I don't want you do go into this with any regrets. I don't want you to feel like you're being used or something. As hard as it is to believe, I wasn't lying when I said I love you."
"I know you weren't," said Blaine. "And I am sure about this. I've never been so sure about anything. Stop worrying, beautiful."
Kurt grinned, taking Blaine's face in his hands and kissing him again. As they kissed Blaine slowly unbuttoned Kurt's shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and onto the floor. He ran his hands over that soft, perfect skin and that slim, toned body, their kiss getting harder and less innocent by the second. Their kiss only broke when Kurt pulled Blaine's t-shirt over his head and threw it aside, smiling appreciatively at the sight of Blaine's tanned, toned and slightly hairy body.
They fell back on the bed as their lips crashed together again, making out slowly and passionately, exploring each other's bodies with their hands and sighing into each other's mouths. Finally they were both completely naked, and Blaine kissed his way down Kurt's jaw, his neck, his collarbone, down to his chest. He took one of Kurt's small, pink nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and gently nipping it between his teeth. Kurt gasped, his fingers tangling in Blaine's hair. He wasn't used to someone worshiping him like this – he was usually the one doing all the giving. His breath became quick and shallow as Blaine's wonderful mouth moved to the next steadily hardening nipple, before that mouth moved lower and lower.
Blaine kissed Kurt's stomach and hips, worshipping the pale, porcelain skin underneath him, before he finally reached Kurt's hard, leaking cock. He took Kurt's length in his hand and gave it a long, slow lick from base to tip, before taking as much of it in his mouth as possible. Kurt threw his head back, grabbing tighter at Blaine's curls, and moaned loudly as Blaine's tongue swirled around his shaft. Blaine bobbed his head up and down slowly, sucking hard and very gently cupping Kurt's balls.
Kurt was moaning deeply, hardly able to stand it, and the hand that wasn't tangled in Blaine's hair was clinging tightly onto the headboard. He was thrusting his hips forward without realising, whispering Blaine's name. Blaine tried to relax his throat so he could take all of Kurt's cock at once. He gagged a little bit, but just feeling the head of his cock touching Blaine's throat was enough for Kurt to suddenly reach his climax, coming hard into Blaine's mouth with a scream. Blaine swallowed all over Kurt's seed, licking him clean as Kurt lay breathlessly on the bed.
"Oh my... oh my God," he gasped. "That was actually amazing... wow..."
"You don't have to sound so surprised," Blaine laughed.
Kurt smirked, still trying to catch his breath. "I just didn't think a frigid little nun like you would ever give such an awesome blowjob."
Blaine chuckled, crawling back up Kurt's body and kissing him.
"Trust me, beautiful," he said. "I'm full of surprises."
"Oh, I bet you are," Kurt purred.
He pulled Blaine into another kiss, hard and passionate and messy, both of them smiling into it. Once they separated, Kurt reached over to the bedside cabinet and got a condom and a bottle of lube that was half full.
"Do you have condoms and lube in every bedroom in the house?" Blaine asked incredulously.
"All six of them," said Kurt. "Just in case."
Blaine just laughed and shook his head, taking the bottle of lube and covering his fingers in the cool liquid. Kurt spread his legs for him, and couldn't help but hiss as he felt a wet finger enter him. Blaine looked a little worried.
"You're not hurting me," Kurt whispered. "Don't stop. I actually kind of like it when it hurts."
Blaine smiled and continued moving his finger in and out of Kurt's opening, adding a second and scissoring them. Kurt was mewling and writhing on the bed, pushing down on Blaine's fingers, and cried out in pleasure when a third finger was added and Blaine's movements became quicker. He whimpered disappointedly as Blaine removed his fingers, but sat up a little to watch as Blaine put on a condom and slicked up his thick cock with some more lube. He positioned himself between Kurt's legs and very, very slowly pushed himself into Kurt's tight, hot ass, not stopping until he was balls-deep inside him. They were both breathless and trembling as Blaine started to move, thrusting slowly... way too slowly.
"Faster," Kurt whispered, begging. "Please... oh God, faster..."
Blaine did as he was told, hooking his hands around Kurt's legs to spread them wider, and thrust faster and harder. Kurt cried out, clinging onto the headboard, as their movements got even faster and they were full on fucking each other. The bed was creaking under them as Blaine pounded harder and faster into Kurt, using every bit of strength he had not to just blow is load straight away. He wanted this to last as long as possible. He never wanted this to end. He'd never heard anything as amazing as Kurt moaning his name and he'd never felt anything as incredible as being squeezed inside Kurt's tight hole. There was nothing in the world as perfect as this.
Kurt was clawing at Blaine's back and neck, practically screaming as Blaine's cock managed to hit that sweet spot inside him over and over again. Yes, he had a lot to compare Blaine to, but this was different – this was better. He never wanted this to end. He begged Blaine not to stop, to keep fucking him harder and never fucking stop. He could feel the pressure building inside him and he knew he was going to come, but he didn't want to, not yet. It was too soon for it to be over, but Blaine was fucking him so hard that he just couldn't stand it. With a scream that echoed around the huge bedroom, Kurt's orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. His fingernails scratched down Blaine's back as he erupted all over the both of them, and Blaine finally couldn't take it anymore. He came hard with a scream to match Kurt's, so hard he thought he was going to black out, thrusting into him until he was completely spent.
They collapsed in a pile of limps, their bodies rosy and glowing with sweat, struggling to catch their breath as they planted sloppy kisses on each other. The smell of sweat and sex made the air musty, but they both loved it. Blaine rolled off Kurt, and they used the little bit of energy they had left to clean themselves up before curling up under the sheets together, holding each other close.
"You know, I don't usually snuggle afterwards," Kurt said quietly. "This is really nice."
Blaine smiled, brushing some of Kurt's hair out of his face. They were silent for a while, just holding each other and savouring the moment.
"What time is he coming back?" Blaine finally asked.
Kurt frowned. He knew Blaine was talking about Karofsky, and he really didn't want to think about tomorrow.
"I'm not sure," he answered. "I know it's in the evening, but I don't know what time exactly."
"So I can stay the night then?" Blaine said hopefully.
Kurt kissed the corner of Blaine's mouth and smiled. "Of course you can. I wasn't going to let you leave anyway."
"I wouldn't have left even if you'd told me to," Blaine chuckled, holding him tighter.
Kurt giggled drowsily, nuzzling into the crook of Blaine's neck. Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head, breathing in deeply. His hair smelt really nice.
"You know I love you, right?" Kurt said softly. "You do believe me?"
"Of course I do," said Blaine, sleepily. "I love you too, beautiful."
Kurt smiled and sighed contently as they gradually fell asleep in each other's arms. This weekend started out as a little bit of fun, but it ended in the best night of Kurt's life.
I think this fic may be coming to an end.
Not that I know how I'm going to finish it, but I'm just saying.
Yeah... hope you enjoyed, Humble Readers :)
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