Strangers In Love
Chapter 10
Breathless and between eager kisses that were wet with droplets of seawater, Blaine asked, "is this really on your bucket list?"
Kurt groaned in frustration at the loss of Blaine's mouth on his, but was secretly thrilled to be talking about his innermost desires with Blaine. When he compiled his bucket list, he had never pictured one particular person standing by his side while he crossed the items off, but now that he had met Blaine, it seemed that anything was possible. "Yes. Now are there any other burning questions on your mind, or can we get back to business?"
The saltwater of the ocean splashed against their chests, agitated by the gyrations of their hips that never slowed, even through their superfluous conversation.
"Hmm," Blaine thought. "How old is Johnny Depp? How were the great pyramids built? Where did you get these delectable abs?"
"Ageless, aliens, lots and lots of crunches. Anything else?"
"No," Blaine nodded, satisfied. "You may proceed."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You are so strange. Lucky for you, I like strange." He dove back in and kissed Blaine with a renewed energy. Any time Kurt had imagined the greatest love of his life, he had always thought of compliments, soft touches, overall romance. The word 'fun' had not ever come to mind. Blaine was fun and ridiculous. He made him laugh. And sometimes, that was even better than what Kurt had always imagined.
Their hands wandered everywhere they could reach, wanting to feel, experience, claim every part of each other. The salty tang of the water mingled on their lips and on their tongues, combining with the essence of each boy for a taste they would never forget.
"What do you want?" Kurt whispered hot against Blaine, rocking his hips forward with a soft moan.
"I think you know," Blaine teased, pressing his ass back into Kurt's hand.
Kurt grabbed underneath Blaine's right leg and lifted it up above his hip. Blaine instinctively wrapped his leg around Kurt's waist, resulting in an intense closeness that made both boys shudder. Kurt's fingers tiptoed along Blaine's back to dip between his cheeks, rendering Blaine sensitive and pliant beneath his hands, responsive to Kurt's every touch without thought.
"You are perfect," Kurt growled, struggling to maneuver his hand to brush over Blaine's entrance. "This angle is awful, though."
"Hold on, I'm climbing all the way on."
Before Kurt had a chance to process Blaine's words, Blaine was jumping up to wrap both legs around him. Kurt, not expecting the movement, was unable to compensate quick enough for the added weight or shifted center of gravity, and the two went crashing into the water.
"Oops," was all Blaine said when they surfaced. Kurt glared at him for a moment before they both dissolved into laughter.
"Let's try that again," Kurt offered when they had settled down. He held out his arms and Blaine happily hopped into them. They resumed their kisses, though the fire had subsided and their making out was now peppered with snickers.
"Blaine! Stop giggling. You're slippery and I'm losing my hold on you," Kurt chastised.
Somehow, that set Blaine off even more, and to demonstrate that he was not exaggerating, Kurt let Blaine slide down his body and back into the water.
Coming up for air, Blaine snaked his way up Kurt's toned body, leading with his tongue. Then he promptly turned and spit into the ocean.
"Ugh! Salt water!"
Kurt laughed at him. "Come here, you fool." He tugged Blaine back to his previous position, and resumed kissing him until they were both panting once again.
Kurt's hand danced across Blaine's back to slide into Blaine, who squirmed in discomfort at the intrusion. Kurt froze immediately. "What?"
"It's not very comfortable like that. Need lube." Blaine dropped his head into Kurt's shoulder in resignation, and said sarcastically, "well this is going very well."
"We should just call it quits. 'Make love in the ocean' will forever be an unresolved item on my bucket list," Kurt sighed.
"No." Blaine disentangled himself from Kurt and help up a single finger telling him to wait as he ran inside, still stark naked. Blaine returned a minute later holding a small plastic bottle, and stopped at the edge of the water, motioning for Kurt to join him.
"I have found a solution," Blaine claimed proudly when Kurt reached his side. "Make love," he motioned to the sand, "ocean," he motioned to the shoreline.
"What are you proposing?" Kurt furrowed his brow.
"Sex right here, feet in the water. Best of both worlds."
Kurt looked around himself. "Are you sure nobody will see?"
"It's pitch black out. Plus," he dragged Kurt a few yards down the beach to a small cove that was shielded from the rest of the shoreline by plants and trees, "we'll do it here."
That was enough to sell Kurt on the idea. He lowered himself to the ground, tugging on Blaine's hips for him to follow.
"I have to start over from square one, I'm afraid," Blaine motioned down to himself. "That whole ordeal was pretty unsexy."
Kurt ran a hand down Blaine's now-dry chest. "Don't worry, I'll get you right back where you need to be."
"Okay, but you're laying down and I'm on top. We don't need any sand involved here. I would not like any of it to get in my you-know-where."
"Oh, I know where," Kurt smiled, running a slicked finger over Blaine's entrance, which fluttered at the touch.
"Please put your you-know-what in my you-know-where. Kurt."
Kurt burst out laughing at Blaine's mixture of goofiness and arousal. "Talk about unsexy. You're the weirdest boy I know. Actually, scratch that. It wasn't unsexy, it was weirdly endearing. Which is a little bit of a turn on for me. But you're still a huge weirdo."
Blaine scoffed. "Whatever. You know you love me."
They both froze, eyes locked on each other, silently panicking over Blaine's words.
"I—I didn't—" Blaine began, but Kurt cut him off with a mind-numbing kiss. On the outside, Blaine kept his composure, doing his part to kiss back with blisteringly hot passion. On the inside, Blaine was doing a crazy happy dance because Kurt hadn't denied that he loved Blaine. He hadn't confirmed, but he definitely hadn't denied, and Blaine was considering that a victory.
Successfully back into states of extreme arousal, Kurt made quick work of opening Blaine up and before he knew it, Kurt was pushing into him. He did not think he would ever get used to the feeling of Kurt making love to him. Each time was as captivating and as sensational as the last.
Blaine sat back, grinding down on Kurt, and throwing his head back to reveal the endless line of his neck, silly mood vanished to a distant memory.
Kurt held tightly onto his hips as they moved, whimpering slightly every time Blaine dragged himself down. Blaine felt the familiar sensation of his climax building hot and deep in his core, the sensation only one other person had ever been able to give him. Kurt had a part of him that Blaine cherished, and he always would.
"This feels so good," Kurt moaned.
"You mean—ahh—finally getting this right after all those failed attempts earlier?" Blaine bit his lip to try to hold off his impending orgasm.
"No, I don't mean that," Kurt said. "Oh my god, Blaine...I mean just being with you like this. It feels right."
Blaine's head spun at the admission, and the intimacy of the words, coupled with Kurt taking him into his adept hands, had Blaine spilling his release onto Kurt's stomach.
Kurt was keening and arching underneath him as Blaine continued to work him over, and not too long after, with a ragged cry of Blaine's name, he, too, was letting go.
Still inside, Kurt pulled Blaine down to lie on top of him, carding his fingers through Blaine's drying curls.
"Let's rinse off in the ocean," he whispered, anything louder seeming far too harsh for the beauty and serenity of the moment.
"In a minute. I just want to be like this for a little. With you still inside of me."
"Won't argue with that," Kurt dropped a kiss to Blaine's temple. "Thank you for helping make this dream come true."
Blaine sighed happily against his chest, wondering if Kurt was referring to more than just his bucket list item. "I want to make all of your dreams come true."
"Acting?" Kurt asked nervously.
Blaine kissed right over Kurt's heart. "Not a chance."
"Goodbye, bar." Kurt patted the bar countertop in their room.
"Goodbye, couch," Blaine ran a hand across the back of what had been his bed the first few days on the island.
"Goodbye, bed," they sighed wistfully together.
Kurt and Blaine were set to leave for the airport in fifteen minutes. They were reluctant to part with the place that had brought them together, both a little worried that the magic of their relationship was somehow tied to the little villa in Hawaii, and that when they left, things would not be the same.
"We did bid her a fond farewell," Kurt sat down on the foot of the bed, motioning for Blaine to join him.
"The fondest. Although, I don't know if she appreciated me making love to you as much as I did," Blaine laughed.
"Nobody appreciated it more than me," Kurt said.
"Debatable."
Kurt shook his head. "I've turned you into a sex fiend. When you get back to the city, don't go hooking up with just anyone, you hear me?"
Blaine laughed heartily. "Why would I do that when I have you?"
Kurt's heart fluttered. That was the closest Blaine had come to discussing what would happen when they returned home. A small part of Kurt hoped that whatever bond he had formed with Blaine could endure the outside world, but the majority of him feared that it would not. That Blaine would not want him anymore with real life staring him in the face. That outside of their perfect bubble there in Hawaii, the relationship would be too difficult to navigate. But Blaine's words made him rethink that hope.
"So there's a possibility we could still be together?"
Blaine had a strange look on his face. "You're ridiculous, you know that?" Then he tackled Kurt backward and kissed him until he couldn't breathe.
After saying goodbye to the shower, the pool, the cabana, and the ocean, Blaine and Kurt found their way to the airport. They stayed close to each other as much as they could, holding hands, shoulders touching, sneaking kisses.
On the plane, Blaine mused, "I can't believe it's only been a week. It feels like so much longer."
He received no response from Kurt, so he glanced over to see Kurt's head drooping onto his shoulder, fast asleep.
The first time Kurt had fallen asleep on him, Blaine had hardly been touched by another man before. He had been nervous and giddy and had never wanted Kurt to stop touching him.
That last part hadn't changed, but everything else had. For the last week, Kurt had been the bright point at the center of Blaine's life. He had changed everything for Blaine in just a few days. Now, Kurt was someone he was comfortable with, someone he had shared every part of himself with.
Blaine was not good with words, as evidenced by how he could hardly speak to people he did not know, but he tried to communicate his feelings to Kurt in the best way he knew how: with his actions. Every kiss told Kurt thank you or you're incredible or good morning, beautiful. Every touch of his face told Kurt you amaze me. Every time they made love, it told Kurt I never thought I could feel this way. And as they exited the plane back at LaGuardia and saw the camera crew waiting to interview them, the squeeze Blaine gave Kurt's hand told him, trust in me.
Bags collected and cars on standby, Kurt and Blaine were taken to a small lounge for one last interview. They sat side by side, but not touching, as they had taken to doing in front of the cameras.
"How was your vacation in Hawaii?" The interviewer asked.
"It was amazing," Kurt said with a smile. "Hawaii is gorgeous, and we had a great time. We are so grateful to GMA for providing us with this once-in-a-lifetime experience."
"Have the two of you formed a friendship? Or perhaps something more? Will you see each other again after this is over?"
Kurt opened his mouth to respond again, to say that they were great friends and nothing could keep them apart, but Blaine spoke out first, causing tiny daggers of dread to poke at Kurt's chest.
"We had a lot of fun on our trip, and I'm glad I got to spend it with this guy," Blaine pointed his thumb in Kurt's direction. "But at the end of the day, we've only known each other for a week. We're virtually strangers. We may happen across each other's paths again someday, but we don't have any plans for the future."
Each word that fell out of Blaine's mouth drove the daggers further and further into Kurt's heart. By the time Blaine was finished speaking, he was left a destroyed mess. Blaine didn't want him after all. Everything they had shared was over, isolated to their vacation, and would never cross over into their real lives.
He was sure he looked ridiculous, sitting there in shocked silence, allowing Blaine to answer the remainder of the questions, but he could not move. Blaine's knee nudged his, but it was impossible to make sense of it.
"Well, we saw them meet for the first time, and now we see them say goodbye," the interviewer said. "Your cars are waiting, boys. Thank you for allowing us to be a part of your journey."
Blaine helped Kurt to his feet, and though the cameras were still rolling, he pulled Kurt into a tight embrace.
Kurt held on for dear life. Based on what Blaine had just said, this was probably the last he would see of him. He took one last chance to bask in the warmth and comfort of Blaine's body, remembering all of the moments they had shared over the past week, and mourning the loss of any future he had imagined for them. Blaine's fingers pressed into his back, his lips moved wordlessly against his neck, his heart beat quick and sure against his chest. What were Blaine's fingers, his lips, his heart trying to tell him?
Too soon, Blaine pulled away, and without another look back into Kurt's eyes, allowed himself to be ushered to his ride.
Burning everything about the hug into his memory, trying to find hidden messages where there weren't any, Kurt walked numbly to where Rachel was waiting in the car, and returned home broken hearted.