"She said it."
Kurt sat up in bed, carelessly letting the magazine he had been trying to read slide off his lap. It was weird he hadn't heard the key, as it was the sound he had been listening for at least the last hour.
"What did she say?" he asked, not knowing what he should make of Blaine's tone of voice.
Blaine flopped down on the bed beside him. "Fifty Shades of Gray."
Kurt laughed and grimaced. "I'm sorry."
He had tried to keep himself from worrying too much by doing the moving equivalent of stress cleaning: there were at least five new boxes lining the living room wall. It hadn't worked well, so he was now relieved that Blaine could apparently still see humor in the situation. He looked closely at him. Blaine looked tired, but not sad or scared or, most importantly, as if he would rather be somewhere else riding into the sunset with an all-vanilla new boyfriend.
He laid his hand on Blaine's head, gently combing through his hair with his fingers as much as the gel allowed.
"How was it?" he asked. "Apart from...the book that shall not be named?"
Blaine sighed and scooted up on the bed, putting his head in Kurt's lap so that he could look up at him. "Weird. I don't know. I don't think I managed to get across everything I wanted to, but...she won't tell, and she...well, she at least pretended not to think you're abusing me anymore. Now she just thinks I'm weird."
He laughed a little. "At first she claimed you had brainwashed me, but when I told her that that was obviously not the case because I had been a sub long before I knew you...I think that's when she really started to listen and at least tried not to judge. She... very much approved of the idea to train men...not to come."
Kurt laughed. "I did not think you'd go into that much detail."
He imagined Blaine sitting in the café, blushing the whole time, like he somehow still tended to do when he had to talk about sex.
Blaine groaned. "She asked so. Many. Questions. In the end, I think she was...intrigued by the sex part and freaked out by the rest. I told her that a lot of people keep it in the bedroom, and I gave her Mistress Santana's number."
"Oh my God, she will be traumatized for life!"
Blaine laughed, nuzzling into Kurt's belly. "Maybe she isn't the right choice for introducing someone to the lifestyle, but the only other people I know who could do it are gay men, so..."
"Yes, you're right. We wouldn't want to have Tina develop a crush on Elliot."
Blaine slapped his thigh in rebuke. "Don't be mean to Tina. I went through a lot of trouble tonight to make sure you get along."
Kurt was about to apologize - Blaine really had done that, and Kurt appreciated the effort, although he still dreaded the repercussions. But then Blaine shifted, and instead of nuzzling his belly as he had done before, he now pressed his face against Kurt's crotch.
Kurt watched with amusement and growing arousal as Blaine mouthed at his cock through the thin pajama pants.
"Is there something I can do for you?" he asked after a while, the laughter in his voice quickly replaced by a moan when Blaine began to suck in earnest.
Blaine looked up at him and slowly pulled down his pants. "I spent a lot of time today trying to describe to Tina how good it felt to be with you. I don't know if I managed to convince her, but I certainly convinced my own body, and consequently spent some time with a very awkward erection."
Kurt laid back, smiling. "You're welcome to all of this," he said, gesturing all over himself and closing his eyes.
…...
Blaine didn't quite know what he wanted. The talk with Tina had gone better than expected, though he didn't think he really got across everything he wanted. He had tried to talk about communication and trust, but he thought she had mainly focused on the whips and chains. All in all, though, he was content and hopeful that they could preserve their friendship.
Just now, though, he was filled with desire, hard and dripping although Kurt hadn't even touched him, but he couldn't say what he wanted. Did he want to be Dominated, taken, owned until he could feel himself floating like he had in vain tried to describe, the feeling too subtle, too sublime for words? Or did he want to be loved, made love to gently, so he could reaffirm for himself all he had tried to make Tina understand about his relationship: that it was loving as well as cruel, that love could take any shape imaginable, and that when Kurt showed his love by supporting and cherishing him as well as occasionally tying him up and beating him, he was perfectly okay with that?
In the end, it didn't matter, it was all one. He wanted Kurt; the how came second and was fortunately not his to decide. He wanted Kurt any way he could get him. Only that was important.
And right now, Kurt had told him to take his pleasure, so he would do exactly that.
It was late, but he wasn't really tired. He didn't know about Kurt, but he would make sure he wouldn't fall asleep; it wasn't often he got a chance like today to worship Kurt's body the way it deserved, and he wanted to savor it. So he finished pulling down Kurt's pants, but didn't do anything with the newly exposed skin. Instead, he quickly undressed and then lay down on top of Kurt, enjoying the press of their naked bodies together. Kurt's arms came up to embrace him, but otherwise he stayed passive, although his closed eyes and the small smile that played on his lips told Blaine enough to know his actions were approved.
He put his lips on Kurt's neck, with a glance asking for permission to risk leaving a hickey.
"Scarves, pet," Kurt said, smiling, his voice quiet and, Blaine was gratified to hear, a little husky.
Blaine smiled against Kurt's neck and then went on kissing it, sucking and nibbling at times when the mood struck him, but not intentionally leaving a mark.
Tina had asked why he was wearing a collar and Kurt wasn't wearing anything to indicate they were together. He hadn't had an answer for her except blushing and quietly confessing that he hoped to give him a ring some day. But the truth was, he didn't need Kurt to wear something, nor did he need to mark him. As long as Blaine had his collar, he knew that Kurt was his just as much as he was Kurt's.
Still, there would probably be a hickey right above Kurt's collarbone, which happened when Blaine lifted his hips and his cock brushed Kurt's. A jolt of arousal shot through him and nearly destroyed his resolve of going slow; he hissed and then latched his lips on Kurt and sucked and bit until the urgency faded. Kurt cried out and gripped his arms, but didn't seem to dislike it; his cock twitched against Blaine's, and Blaine moaned and finally moved lower to suck on Kurt's nipples. Kurt arched his back a little and made a move as if to turn them around so he would be on top, but Blaine stopped him with a hand on his belly and a whispered plea.
"Please, Sir, let me?" he asked, and Kurt exhaled shakily and nodded, throwing one arm across his eyes.
Not to challenge his patience too much, Blaine slowly kissed his way down, pulling slightly on the hairs on Kurt's belly with his teeth and gently biting his hipbones, until he finally licked a stripe along Kurt's cock.
Kurt groaned and gripped his hair, stopping him. "I want you to ride me," he said, and -
Oh god, yes. He wanted this, wanted Kurd inside him, as deep as he could, wanted to take all of him. He found he was trembling with desire as he crawled up to the nightstand to get the lube.
"Prepare yourself for me," Kurt said, still just lying there, still not moving, and Blaine knew he would have to take everything he wanted, would have to work to get Kurt inside him.
So he did. He was almost frantic now, all thoughts of going slow forgotten as he lubed up two fingers and pushed them inside, just wanting to get to the point where he could get Kurt to finally fuck him. But a strong hand grabbed his wrist.
"You already came today," Kurt said. "Surely you have the time to give me a bit of a show."
…...
"How are you doing that?" Blaine asked later, after he had licked his own come off Kurt's belly and had thanked Kurt several times for he didn't even know what.
"How am I doing what?"
"Just...I was enjoying myself, when I, you know, was in control of things. But suddenly, all I wanted was - well, do what you wanted."
Kurt hummed, smiling as he thought of Blaine slowly riding his own fingers, suppressing sobs as he tried to ignore his own desire to please Kurt.
"I must be a wizard," he said, drawing Blaine closer. "But seriously, I have no idea. It's like this, sometimes, with us...that I don't even know who starts, and suddenly the dynamics shift, but somehow -"
"It fits," Blaine said, nodding against Kurt's shoulder. "I think - I think I needed this. I thought there was nothing I had to...confirm for myself after today, but maybe there was."
Kurt held Blaine in his arms and thought that he really would try to get along with Tina for Blaine's sake, but she didn't make it easy.
"What did she say to you?" he asked, trying hard to keep his voice calm.
"Well, in the beginning, before...she really listened, she said - and please don't freak out - she said that you couldn't really love me if you liked to hurt me. And I never doubt your love for me, I never do, but...it made things come back, things I used to ask myself, like, why do I like the things I like? Why do I find it relaxing to do what you say? And why do you enjoy giving me pain?"
"I don't have an answer for these questions," Kurt said. "I used to ask them myself, when I first realized what I wanted. I only know that I very much enjoy watching you take the pain I give you. One kind of pain, that is. The other kind...I can't always avoid giving it to you, but I certainly don't enjoy it, and I'm working on myself."
"Like I do," Blaine said, kissing Kurt's shoulder. "I hurt you too, at times. I think I hurt you just now. But I never doubted you, or us. Just - just myself."
"Well," Kurt said. "I'm glad you talked to Tina, but I hope you don't mind if I say that I hope our other friends stay as clueless as they are for a very long time."
Blaine laughed. "I hope so, too. I really don't want to have a talk like today again soon."