I know, I know, I know...I've made you all wait an eternity for this, for that you have my humblest apologies!
I can only hope that you enjoy this chapter enough to forgive my hectic life!
Chapter 10
Kurt and Blaine walked down the streets of New York hand in hand, each one happy and proud to be on the arm of the other. Blaine had decided to have a meal out at their favourite restaurant in order to celebrate moving in together. They had worked frantically for the last twenty four hours, reorganizing Blaine's (now theirs) closet, then Kurt had insisted on completely changing around everything in the kitchen. He loved to cook Blaine's meals and found his lover's chaotic method of kitchen organization to be more than a little frustrating.
Once they reached the restaurant, Blaine held the door open for Kurt, not missing the opportunity to pat Kurt's butt playfully as he passed by him on the way inside.
After they were shown to their seats, Blaine ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon and took the liberty of ordering meals for both himself and Kurt. Kurt sat quietly and smiled at the way Blaine didn't even have to ask what Kurt might like, he instinctively knew exactly what would make Kurt melt into a happy little puddle of goo.
"This is too much, Blaine," Kurt admonished once the waiter had taken the order and left them alone.
Blaine shook his head quickly, "You're wrong," he said with smiling eyes, "nothing is ever too much when we're celebrating you."
Kurt ducked his head down, trying to hide his smile, "I thought we were meant to be celebrating us?"
Blaine chuckled as he reached across the table to take Kurt's hand in both of his own, "Aaah yes, but you see without you, there is no 'us'," Blaine watched infatuated, as the blush slowly rose up Kurt's neck.
Blaine had always shied away from anything pink when he was younger, he thought that it was simply way too clichéd for a gay man like himself to like. That was until he met Kurt, and saw him blush for the first time. After that, Kurt's particular shade of pink became Blaine's favourite colour, and he had quickly become obsessed with seeing his man turn that slightly crimson hue. Blaine didn't care whether it was Kurt's neck, his ears or his ass; it was still the most beautiful thing on the planet to Blaine.
Kurt lifted his head to meet Blaine's unwavering gaze, "But without you, there's no 'us' either," he pointed out, "so tonight really should be about us, Blaine. Not just me."
Blaine let out a heavy sigh as their meals arrived, what was it going to take to make Kurt understand? He pointed to the lobster salad in front of Kurt, "For now, just eat – alright?" Kurt nodded and began to tuck in to his meal, watching in awe as Blaine devoured the huge steak before him.
Kurt laughed as Blaine finally set his knife and fork down, "I can't believe you actually finished that...it had to be the biggest steak in New York!"
Blaine shrugged as if it were nothing at all, "I need the protein," he explained, as he winked at Kurt slyly, "I have a feeling it's going to be a long night." Kurt gulped down the last of his champagne as he felt all the blood in his body relocate to one place. He squirmed awkwardly in his seat as he tried to discretely readjust himself to be a little more comfortable.
Blaine watched Kurt carefully and grinned, "Problem honey?" he asked in a super sweet voice.
Kurt rolled his eyes before he shook his head, "Is it stupid to say that nothing's a problem when you're around?"
"It's not stupid, Kurt," Blaine replied honestly, "but I sometimes think I create as many problems for you as I solve... and that's why I want tonight to be all about you. I know that sometimes I can be a little... overbearing? But I need you to know that it's because I love you."
Kurt stared at Blaine with wide eyes and nodded quickly, "I know that... and nothing we do isn't consensual... so please stop feeling so guilty all the time." Kurt lowered his voice to avoid being overheard, "I have something I need to tell you."
Blaine raised both eyebrows as he gestured for Kurt to continue.
"I love my chain," Kurt started hesitantly, Blaine eyes narrowed as he waited for the inevitable 'but', "I can't believe how sexy it makes me feel." Kurt felt himself start to blush again, "So this afternoon, when I went out to get us cheesecake and took too long?" Blaine nodded, remembering how it had taken all his willpower not to fly off the handle and lay Kurt over his knee immediately, "well, I may have made a purchase of my own."
Blaine's eyes widened exponentially, "you made a 'purchase'?" he repeated blithely.
Kurt nodded and grinned.
"Are you going to tell me what you bought?" Blaine asked. Kurt shook his head, but continued to grin insanely.
"If tonight really is about me, then I'll show you later," Kurt said seductively, leaving Blaine in no doubt as to the type of purchase Kurt had made.
Now it was Blaine's turn to squirm in his seat uncomfortably. He chuckled and was about to grab Kurt and drag him all the way home without delay, when he noticed a flower seller making her way through the tables in the restaurant.
He groaned as she took one look at the two men sitting alone, flashed Blaine a quick smile and moved on to the next table without looking back. Kurt's face dropped, along with Blaine's heart. Although moments like this were less common than Ohio, they were still subjected to the odd comment, or a look of complete disgust from a stranger as they held hands in the street.
Blaine caught the woman's eye and motioned for her to come over.
"Umm, excuse me," Blaine said, mustering his best manners, "why did you just skip our table?"
The woman blinked as she quickly realised her mistake.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she replied, "I wasn't sure... sometimes guys can get a bit mad if they're out with a buddy and I ask them if they want a rose, then they either get upset because I think they're gay, or get angry because I think they're gay. So now I just don't ask. Oh, I'm not saying that either of you look gay. I'm just saying I never know what to... I'm sorry." She could feel herself becoming flustered and drowning in her embarrassment.
Blaine smiled, "it's fine, but as a general rule, when you see a guy that looks as beautiful as mine, you may as well ask. It could be worth your while, you know."
"I'm sorry," she repeated. Blaine held up his hand to stop her beginning her rambling again.
"How many do you have there?" he asked, pointing to her basket full of single red roses.
She didn't even have to count them before she answered, "Twenty-two".
"And how much do you sell them for?"
"Five dollars each," she replied, her mouth dropping open as Blaine reached for his wallet and pulled out a $100 bill.
"I'll take the lot," he smiled, "well, you can keep two."
The woman looked close to fainting as they made the exchange. She laughed as she across the table and saw Kurt in much the same state as herself, his face almost matched the colour of the roses now in Blaine's possession and he chewed on his lower lip nervously.
"Special night for you two then?" she asked, turning back to Blaine.
"Every night is special with him," he replied nonchalantly, "thanks for the flowers."
"No, thank you!" she answered as Blaine stood up and walked around the table to Kurt.
Every eye in the restaurant was trained on the two men as Blaine leaned down and kissed Kurt firmly, entangling the fingers of his free hand into Kurt's hair. He pulled back and handed the huge bunch of flowers to his blushing beauty.
"Blaine!" Kurt gasped, "this is way too much." Blaine shook his head as he made his way back to his own seat.
"Kurt," he said as he took Kurt's hand, and placed a solitary kiss on his knuckles, "I want you to really understand how happy you make me. When I look at you all I see is my future, and from where I sit that future looks amazing... so stop telling yourself you're not worth it, because you're worth way more than a lousy bunch of flowers and a fancy dinner. You're worth my dreams."
"Your dreams?" Kurt screwed up his face in confusion.
Blaine nodded before he continued, lowering his voice and leaning across the table toward Kurt, "You're the only thing I dream about. I dream about our future, I dream about watching the world discover the amazing man that I already know you are, I dream about helping you find everything you could ever want from life and I dream about making love to you every. single. night."
Kurt reached over and placed his hand on Blaine's cheek, "I love you, Blaine," he said softly, "and... well, just thank you... for everything."
A waiter interrupted their moment briefly as he appeared beside their table with the dessert menu. Blaine waved him away without even glancing at him.
"Mr Anderson," Kurt laughed, "what if I was just dying for dessert?"
Blaine raised an eyebrow questioningly, before standing up and making his way to Kurt. He held out a hand which Kurt eagerly took, and Blaine helped Kurt up out of his chair.
"My darling," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear, "you are dessert."
Kurt almost tripped over in his haste to pull Blaine out of the restaurant.
As they walked home, Blaine put his arm around Kurt and tried to get him to slow down a bit. Kurt often forgot that Blaine's legs weren't quite as long as his.
"Hey, don't exhaust me before we get home alright!" Blaine said, panting slightly.
Kurt laughed and slowed down to a more comfortable pace, happy to let Blaine gently rub his hip as they walked. Blaine's hand started to wander as they neared their apartment block, untucking Kurt's shirt a little and finding the warm chain around Kurt's waist. He tucked his finger underneath it, and tugged slightly. Kurt drew in a heavy breath through his nose, before pulling Blaine's hand out.
He looked at Blaine's pout and chuckled, "you'll see it very soon, I promise." Kurt said throatily.
Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and dragged him up the stairs to the main entrance of their building. Within minutes, they were safely ensconced in their new joint abode, and Blaine didn't intend on wasting any time.
He grabbed the roses from Kurt and put half of them down in the kitchen, he kept hold of the other half and started to make a beeline for the bedroom.
"Hello there!" yelled Kurt, trying to slow Blaine down, "horny man here!"
Blaine stopped in his tracks and raced to Kurt, kissing him gently first before licking a trail from Kurt's jaw up to his waiting lips.
"I know," Blaine whispered against Kurt's mouth, "just give me a second to do something, okay?"
Kurt smiled, "you do what you've got to do, and I'll do the same... I'm going to show you what I bought, if that's alright with you?"
Blaine gulped and nodded before he took the roses and went into the bedroom.
Kurt quickly got undressed in the living room, grabbed a brown bag that he'd previously stowed in the kitchen, and lay down on the sofa. He lay himself back and relaxed his arms above his head, just like Rose in Titanic, and waited for Blaine.
When Blaine entered the room, he stopped and stared at Kurt in amazement. His choice of words earlier had been correct. Kurt was laid out on the sofa looking delicious enough to eat, and Blaine knew from experience that he always tasted just as good as he looked. No restaurant could serve up a dish quite so tasty for Blaine!
He let out a slight groan and slowly walked over to the sofa. He dropped to his knees and kissed Kurt sloppily. He knew it probably didn't look attractive, but Blaine couldn't help himself, all he wanted to do right now was devour every inch of Kurt.
Kurt pulled sideways away, and used his hands to hold Blaine's face off his own.
"Don't you want to see what I bought?" Kurt asked breathily.
Blaine shook his head, "I've seen everything I need for tonight." Blaine leaned back in and tried to catch Kurt's mouth again, but Kurt gave him a quick shove backwards, causing Blaine to fall back on his heels. He gave Kurt a fake pout and rearranged himself to sit cross legged on the floor.
"Okay, you win," Blaine conceded, "show me this wonderful purchase... I know you're not wearing it, so it's not more clothing, thank God!"
Kurt batted his shoulder and scrambled himself over the arm rest of the sofa. Blaine moaned as he watched Kurt's ass hanging over the edge of the chair for a moment. He resisted the temptation to reach out and slap the two pale orbs, instead moving to sit on his hands – a guaranteed way to behave like the gentleman he hoped he was.
Kurt righted himself and thrust the bag into Blaine's lap. He lay back again, this time grabbing a cushion to hide his face.
Blaine looked on in amusement, "Hey, it can't be that bad? Can I open it now?" Blaine watched as a muffled noise came out from under the cushion, but he saw a definite nod as well, which he took to mean an affirmative answer.
Blaine opened the bag quickly and took out the item inside, "Aaah, I see," he hummed as he tried in vain to stifle a chuckle, "Kurt, get out from under there and look at me," he said firmly.
He watched the cushion shake from side to side.
Blaine stood up and grabbed the offending item off Kurt's face, before he leant down and kissed him softly, chastely on the lips.
"I have no idea why you're so embarrassed," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, "I told you that tonight was all about you, didn't I?"
Kurt nodded and sucked on his bottom lip. Blaine put his finger up to Kurt's mouth and wedged his thumb between Kurt's tightly closed lips, effectively releasing the often worried lower lip.
"You need to stop doing that, Kurt," Blaine admonished, "otherwise in 20 years time, that lip is going to be so wrinkled I might not want to kiss it anymore."
Kurt tried to smile, but he was still filled with embarrassment over the nature of his purchase.
"So," said Blaine, "I'm guessing you don't want to stay on the sofa at the moment?"
Kurt shrugged, "you don't think it's stupid then?" he asked cautiously.
Blaine shook his head and picked up the article from the floor, running his hand over it, feeling the soft velvet padding under his fingers. It was a short handled paddle in the shape of a 'B', generously padded and covered in plush black velvet.
"Let me guess," Blaine said, the words sticking as his throat constricted slightly, "for the fun times?"
Kurt nodded, "you said once that your hand gets sore, so I just thought..." he tried to explain, but he still found it difficult to speak openly, even to Blaine, about his love of being spanked – gently, of course. The other way was not enjoyable at all.
Blaine kissed Kurt gently, and quickly moved an end table beside the arm rest of the sofa.
"Do you want to lean over and put your elbows on the table?" Blaine asked quietly.
Kurt raised an eyebrow as he realised that Blaine must've enjoyed the view when he previously retrieved the bag from beside the sofa. He laughed at the way Blaine was completely obsessed with his ass as he scrambled over the edge and wiggled his butt in Blaine's direction.
"Fuck Kurt," Blaine growled, "you can't go from being totally embarrassed to brazenly shaking your naked ass in the air that quickly, can you?"
"You should know by now that there's a lot of things I can do," Kurt said, trying to sound as seductive as possible.
"How many, sweetheart?" Blaine asked as he reached a hand out to stroke Kurt's ass cheeks. He gently moved the hanging charm of the belly chain on to Kurt's lower back, and ran his hand over it lovingly.
"It's up to you," Kurt said, resting his forehead on his folded arms, "but... if it's okay, I don't want to be in too much pain."
Blaine nodded and quickly decided what he'd do. Without warning he brought the paddle down on one side of Kurt's ass. Contrary to the 'slap' of Blaine's palm, or the 'crack' of the leather paddle, there was only a dull 'thud'. It was firm enough though to leave a very slight pinkish 'B' on Kurt's cheek.
Blaine leaned over and kissed on Kurt's ass, very softly and very quickly, before pulling away and bringing down the paddle on the opposite cheek. Kurt gave a jolt, but kept silent as Blaine returned his lips to Kurt's ass. Blaine looked at the matching letter 'B's on each of Kurt's cheeks together with the small charm lying on his back and groaned as he felt himself go hard in his jeans. He had no idea that seeing Kurt virtually branded as his would have this effect on him.
He nuzzled into Kurt's cheeks for a moment longer, until he felt Kurt squirming beneath his face.
"I thought you had a job to do, Anderson?" Kurt said sassily as he wiggled enough to dislodge Blaine.
Blaine took a deep breath and pulled away.
"Patience is a virtue, Kurt," Blaine chuckled as he lifted the paddle into the air for a third time. This time Kurt let out an involuntary squeak, and they both laughed together.
As the fourth smack came down, Kurt turned his head and opened his eyes to look at Blaine. The man in question never even noticed, his focus being solely on watching Kurt's ass turn a delicious deeper shade of pink.
Five, six, seven, eight, by smack number six Kurt had his eyes closed. Eight saw him start to giggle uncontrollably. Kurt felt his cock harden against the sofa as the ninth blow was delivered, and by the time Blaine got to twelve, Kurt was almost ready to explode. Kurt had no idea that it was even possible to be so turned on, and so giddy with laughter and joy at the same time.
Blaine stopped after twelve to survey his handiwork. Kurt's ass was the same colour as the blush Blaine had witness earlier at the restaurant. He looked down and surveyed Kurt's face, it was a picture of happiness, the giggles slowly subsiding and giving way to contentment. It was a stark contrast to the counting ritual of the leather paddle, and that thought filled Blaine with pride. Perhaps it was possible for them to have both.
Blaine set the paddle down on the coffee table and gently rubbed Kurt's ass. He put his hands under Kurt's arms and gradually levered him back over the arm rest. Kurt finally opened his eyes and smiled at Blaine.
"Was it... okay?" Blaine asked quietly.
"It was perfect." Kurt replied, and he quickly captured Blaine's lips with his own.
Blaine pulled him off the sofa and wrapped his arms around Kurt, his hands immediately drawn to Kurt's pink backside as if they were magnetic. He rubbed gently at Kurt's ass as he sucked his lover's tongue into his mouth. Two matching erections were sandwiched between their bodies, one still encased in heavy denim, while the other stood free. Kurt thrust his hips slowly into Blaine's, creating a friction that took both of their breaths away.
"Come with me," Blaine murmured into Kurt's ear softly. He took hold of Kurt's belly chain and led him into the bedroom. Kurt gasped in surprise at the sight before him.
Blaine had taken six of the roses and pulled them apart, spreading the petals over the bed. The other four were split between the two nightstands, two lying on each.
"Oh Blaine," Kurt sighed, "it's absolutely beautiful."
Blaine's smile lit up the room, before he decided that he was way too overdressed for the rest of the evening. He began to unbutton his shirt, but Kurt batted his hands away and pulled Blaine's body closer to his as he quickly undid the remaining buttons. Kissing each inch of Blaine's slowly exposed chest. Kurt paid particular attention to Blaine's nipples, first gently rubbing over them with his thumb before wiping his flat tongue over the small brown bumps. Blaine sighed into Kurt's touch, and reached down to tangle his fingers in Kurt's hair, pushing him impossibly closer into Blaine's chest.
Kurt threw Blaine's shirt carelessly on the floor, before going to undo his belt. Blaine quickly grabbed hold of Kurt's wrists and firmly pulled them away.
"No way," Blaine panted quietly, "you're still under the 'no dick' rule, Kurt. Don't think I haven't forgotten... and anyway, I've already told you that tonight is about you."
Kurt tried to turn to walk away, but Blaine held his wrists tightly, pinning them to Kurt's sides and rendering him immobile. Kurt let out a tiny yelp, and Blaine loosened his grip slightly before closing the small distance between them and grabbing on to Kurt's earlobe with his teeth. He flicked the bottom of the lobe before tracing the shell of Kurt's ear with his tongue. Kurt shivered under his hands, making Blaine even harder – his erection now screaming to be released from its denim prison.
"Get on the bed, baby," Blaine murmured huskily into Kurt's ear, "let me show you how much I need you."
Kurt nodded and Blaine released his wrists at last. He watched infatuated as Kurt literally crawled up the bed, his pink ass swaying from side to side with his movement, the small black charm bouncing at the top of his crack. Blaine licked his lips and stifled a moan. Once Kurt reached the top of the bed, he flipped himself over to lie on his back and spreadeagled his arms and legs out, leaving nothing to Blaine's imagination.
Blaine kicked off his shoes and socks slowly, his eyes constantly roaming over Kurt's body. He undid his belt and focussed on Kurt's erection pointing northward and already leaking. Blaine released the button at the top of his jeans as he raked his eyes up the heavenly body on the bed and captured Kurt's stare. Blaine returned it unflinchingly, and gradually he got what he was after, Kurt began to slowly blush under the intense gaze. Starting from his face, Kurt felt and Blaine watched the pink colour spread down Kurt's body. Blaine undid his fly and slid his hands under his waistband just as Kurt moved to cover himself up.
Blaine quickly took his hands out of his jeans, "Don't do that, Kurt," Blaine sounded almost animalistic, "I want to look at you." Kurt stared back at Blaine and moved his arms away from his body, and spread his legs wide once more, sucking in his bottom lip.
Blaine quickly pulled his jeans and briefs down and stepped out of them, before kneeling onto the bed between Kurt's thighs. He leant over Kurt and, for the second time that evening, pushed a finger into Kurt's mouth to release his bottom lip from his teeth.
"Please don't" Blaine reprimanded again. Blaine sucked the offending lip between his own, swiping his tongue over it slowly – taking his time to relish the taste of Kurt – before finally releasing it. Kurt lowered his hands to wrap around Blaine's waist, but once again, Blaine took hold of his wrists and removed them. He raised Kurt's arms above his head, pinning them to the headboard.
"I'm doing the touching tonight, Kurt," Blaine growled into Kurt's cheek, "you just hang on and enjoy yourself." He gently unwrapped Kurt's clenched fists and guided them to hold on to the headboard.
Kurt followed Blaine's instructions, hanging on tightly to the headboard as Blaine ghosted his hands over Kurt's body, before he picked up some of the rose petals from the bedcovers and sprinkled them over Kurt's chest. Blaine picked up two of the roses from the nightstand and began to brush them lightly over Kurt's body.
Kurt arched his back at the feather-like touch, he closed his eyes and tried to will himself not to come right there and then. Blaine moved from between Kurt's legs and lay down beside him, propping himself up on one elbow. He swept the roses over the tip of Kurt's cock before he moved down to brush them lightly over Kurt's scrotum and perineum. Kurt writhed on the bed, his every nerve fibre on fire, as Blaine brought the flowers back up Kurt's torso and over his nipples.
"Blaine," Kurt sighed, struggling not to let go of the headboard. It was no small feat considering that all Kurt wanted to do was pull Blaine's face toward him. Blaine was driving him crazy with the tickling touches, and Kurt felt his cock twitching wildly on his stomach.
Blaine reached over and picked up the lube, he spread it over his dick before putting it back down. Kurt heard the bottle pop, and opened his legs wider, waiting for Blaine to start to stretch him. However, Blaine had a different plan and threw one legs over Kurt. He pushed Kurt's legs together tightly and held them closed with his own knees.
He lay himself on top of Kurt, their erections fighting like two cautious cobras. Kurt couldn't stop himself from thrusting upward to find more friction, and they both moaned at the firmer contact. Blaine sucked on Kurt's throat, his nose nuzzled behind Kurt's ear. Kurt whimpered as he felt Blaine suck heavily, no doubt creating a purple hickey that would be impossible to cover up.
Blaine dipped his tongue into the hollow of Kurt's throat before licking his small Adam's apple, and making his way to Kurt's mouth.
Blaine lifted his hips slightly and guided his dick into the small gap at the top of Kurt's thighs. He began to thrust slowly, matching each thrust of his hips with his tongue into Kurt's mouth. Kurt moaned in delight as Blaine's dick dragged across his perineum with each thrust. Kurt's cock sought out friction from Blaine's belly, and Kurt knew he wouldn't last much longer.
It didn't take long before Blaine pulled out of Kurt's thighs and joined their penises together with his hand. He raised up off Kurt's chest slightly, in order to watch himself jerk them both off. His hand didn't quite reach around the girth of both dicks, but it was enough for him. Blaine increased the speed of his hand, and within a few short pumps he felt himself explode across Kurt's chest with Kurt following a moment later.
Blaine rolled himself off Kurt, and stretched out beside him, planting tiny kissed on Kurt's side and underarms. Kurt let go of the headboard and put an arm around Blaine, pulling him closer to his side. Blaine moved his finger through the streaks of cum on Kurt's chest, and Kurt slowly opened his eyes to watch in fascination.
Kurt started to giggle as he saw what Blaine had done.
"You didn't seriously just write your name in cum across my stomach, did you?" Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes.
Blaine nodded sheepishly, "You're mine, Kurt," he said breathily, "promise me you'll always be mine?"
"Of course, I'm yours," Kurt replied, softly planting a kiss on the top of Blaine's head, "I'll never belong to anyone else, Blaine...I never want to belong to anyone else."
Blaine sighed in contentment as he took out a pack of wet wipes from the nightstand. He carefully cleaned his name off Kurt's stomach, before throwing the used wipes into the bin by their bed.
"Are you happy, baby?" Blaine cooed into Kurt's ear.
Kurt nodded and felt his eyes start to close, "I still want your cock in my mouth," Kurt mumbled into Blaine's dark curls. Blaine laughed as he wrapped himself tighter around Kurt.
"Just wait until Friday, beautiful," Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head gently, "you might be sorry you ever said that."
I'm feeling the need for a quick return of 'angry' Blaine...what do you guys think? And before long, they're off to visit Ohio.
I know this update took forever...the next one shouldn't take quite so long, but it will be at least a fortnight. So for those 'anonymous' reviewers that I couldn't personally reply to, please don't go checking every day! It'll only lead to disappointment :( Once the next few weeks are gone, updates will return to a more regular basis.
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