So, I am writing two stories at once. One for the writing challenge National Novel Writing Month (add a dot org if you want more info – it changed my life.) and this one on FF. Please be patient with me and cross your fingers that I don't cross the stories. This story is pure fluffy smut while I work on the outline for the coming chapters. LOL Enjoy!
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Last time on "Try Me":
Kurt had to forgive himself. For allowing himself to be taken in by David's lies, for thinking it was all his fault, for letting David hit him and rape him and telling himself it was love. Singing the song to himself again, he felt a loosening inside him. A freeing of guilt that he'd been carrying around for too long. It wasn't his fault, he didn't let those things happen. He didn't need to focus on getting revenge on David, but helping himself let go and move on.
He smiled as he sang and sang, dancing around the living room, feeling freer than he'd let himself feel in years.
When Blaine got home, Kurt was still twirling around the living room. Blaine put the bag of Chinese food on the table and walked toward Kurt, a questioning look on his face.
Kurt grabbed him and began twirling him around, laughing at the perplexed look on Blaine's face.
"Are you okay?" Blaine finally asked when the song changed.
"I'm perfect. It wasn't my fault. None of it was. I didn't allow any of it," he told Blaine with a smile.
Blaine smiled brilliantly at him. "No, you didn't. You were innocent in all of this," he agreed.
"See? That's why I'm perfect," Kurt said.
The next song started and they both laughed. Blaine looked at Kurt and began singing to him. Kurt sang harmony and they danced and danced before collapsing on the bed and making love, the Chinese forgotten.
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The following days were filled with the adjustments that needed to be made as Kurt permanently moved in. After explaining themselves and apologizing when needed, they felt like they were closer than ever. As Kurt unpacked, Blaine couldn't be more pleased and happily moved all of his hanging clothes into the hall closet so Kurt didn't have to have his clothes in two places. Blaine only needed one small closet. Kurt needed a bit more than that.
They were both giddy like children when Blaine made space for Kurt in the bathroom and cheered at the moment when Kurt lay his toothbrush next to Blaine's. It was official. The apartment was no longer Blaine's. It was Blaine and Kurt's apartment. Blaine and Kurt's place.
After they were finally in a pattern of living, Kurt approached him about a house warming party.
"Don't you think we have enough going on? You said you still wanted to train and work out. Plus school, that doesn't leave a whole lot of time to plan a party," Blaine said, nuzzling his nose into Kurt's neck. It was the most perfect place in his world. It was right behind Kurt's earlobe and Blaine's nose fit in the spot like it was made to go there. He could spend days right here, his eyes closed, his nose breathing in Kurt's warm scent, his body wrapped around the man he loved.
It was a Saturday morning and Kurt had woken him with kisses before bringing up the subject of the party.
Kurt scoffed at his opposition. "I can do all of it, trust me. Kurt Hummel can cook up a party and bring about world peace all at the same time, Mr. Anderson."
"Well, Mr. Hummel, we'll just have to see about that," Blaine said, trading his nose for his tongue. Licking and sucking at his area, watching blood rush to the area.
Kurt hummed at the treatment, loving the tender way that Blaine loved his body. Writhing against Blaine's body, he let his boyfriend know that he was most definitely in the mood for more. His growing erection against Kurt's hip was a big clue.
"Blaine?" he murmured, his hand reaching up to bury itself in Blaine's curls.
"Hmm?" Blaine replied, moving down to Kurt's neck. He would never get enough of Kurt's sweet taste.
"I was, uh, wondering. See, I've, uh, never. I've just always wanted to try, but, um, oh never mind," Kurt finally said in a rush, snuggling into Blaine, kissing his boyfriend's bare shoulder.
Blaine pulled away, curious. "What is it, Kurt? I'm willing to try just about anything with you. I'm not wild about toes. But other than that, bring it on," he said with a gentle smile. He was curious now. "Tell me, sweetheart."
"Well, I've, um, never topped before. I, uh," Kurt said slowly, his face glowing red.
"Absolutely," Blaine interrupted him with a smile. It made since that with Karofsky as his first sexual partner, he never would have released enough control in order for Kurt to top. "I would love to try that. Just the thought of you inside me makes me throb," he whispered against Kurt, thrusting his hips against him. Blaine was fine with being the top or bottom and wondered why he hadn't thought of this before. It might actually help Kurt with his healing.
Kurt looked at him, his eyes wide. "Really?"
Blaine could see the vulnerability in his eyes. "Yes, baby, really. I would be honored to have you inside me. And now that you've brought it up, I can't stop thinking about it, so I think we're going to have to do it now," Blaine said, making sure Kurt could hear the sincerity in his voice. He knew this would be a challenge for Kurt to trust Blaine and to trust himself. Together, they would make it into a beautiful thing. "We can go as slow or as fast as you want. We can even do it at a later time, if you don't want to try it now. Whatever you want," he murmured, kissing along Kurt's neck.
"Really?" Kurt asked again, incredulous that Blaine hadn't even hesitated.
"Of course. Kurt, sweetheart, please realize that my body is yours. Not only do I want to do anything and everything with you, I trust you and want you to trust me. I trust you to touch me and if I don't like something I can say 'stop' and you will. Likewise, if I was doing something you didn't like, you could tell me to stop and I would. Instantly. I trust you, sweetie," Blaine told him, his voice oozing sincerity. He meant every single word, too.
"Okay," Kurt said, smiling shyly. "Um, how should we start?"
"How do we ever start?" Blaine asked, his eyes smoldering. He leaned in and kissed Kurt, moving their lips gently together. Turning his head, he teased Kurt's lips apart with his tongue and entered his mouth. He loved the feel of Kurt's tongue against his, swirling and rubbing.
Kurt moaned and moved closer, running his hands down Blaine's back, scratching at his muscles, making him cry out. He squeezed his ass, enjoying the soft skin of his cheeks.
"Touch me, Kurt. Lube up your fingers and put them in my ass, please. You brought it up and I need it now," Blaine moaned, long and deep.
Kurt was panting at the pure lust on Blaine's face and how he was trusting Kurt implicitly with his body. He took the bottle of lube into his shaking hands and squirted just a bit too much. He spread it around his trembling fingers and put the bottle down beside him.
Blaine bent his knees and spread his legs wide. "I can't wait to feel your fingers inside me, Kurt. Start with two, I love the stretch."
Kurt mentally crossed his fingers before taking his forefinger and middle finger and slowly entered Blaine's body.
Blaine cried out, loving the feel of Kurt's long fingers breeching the muscles of his body. Keeping his body relaxed, he savored the sensation of Kurt entering him.
"Deeper," he muttered. "Deeper, please."His head was tossing back and forth on the pillow.
Kurt felt a bit more confident, seeing his lover fall apart under his hands. Gently, he pushed his fingers in deeper, twisting them, stretching him, trying to find that small mound of nerves that he knew was in there. When he was sure he found it, he pushed against it softly and heard Blaine cry out, bucking against him. He moaned himself at the sight of his lover falling apart. He used his other hand to push down against Blaine's abdomen, forcing him to be still. Keeping his fingers crooked, he began thrusting in and out of Blaine's body.
On instinct, judging by Blaine's reaction, he added a third finger, renewing his pressure on his prostate. Blaine was trying to keep still under Kurt's restraining hand, but managed to buck up against him and answer him thrust for thrust.
"Kurt, please, I'm ready for you. Please, I need you inside me," Blaine begged. He watched Kurt, saw him in control, and loved him even more in that moment. He was a powerful, in control lover and Blaine knew he was going to come harder than ever before. "Please, Kurt."
Kurt was watching the sight of his fingers disappearing into Blaine's body. Though he was eager to enter him, he knew he could sit and watch this forever. It was so hot. He wanted to devour him in that moment. Pulling his fingers out, he groaned at the sight of Blaine's hole quivering around the open air. With a growl, he lubed his cock quickly and thrust into Blaine, both of them moaning and crying out at the same time. The sound was so loud, it echoed through the room.
Blaine was overwhelmed by the confidence Kurt showed by his quick entry. It was so hot, his entire body shuddered.
"Oh, god, Blaine, baby, you are so freaking tight. I never imagined. Oh my god," Kurt moaned, stilled above Blaine's body.
"Move, Kurt, you gotta move. I'm gonna lose it, you fill me up so good," Blaine growled out, raking his fingers down Kurt's smooth chest.
Kurt had no idea what he was supposed to do with thrusting, so he just pulled his entire body back and then pushed back in, moaning again at the tightness surrounding his cock.
"Just move your hips, Kurt, like when you dance," Blaine encouraged, his voice tight.
Kurt tried again, just moving his hips in a partial body roll. As he did so, Blaine screamed out.
"God, yes, Kurt. Just like that," he cried out.
Kurt was amazed by the power he felt. His movements were pulling Blaine apart. Each thrust made Blaine cry out and shake underneath him. Taken by his sudden power, he grabbed Blaine's thighs and pulled them further apart, tilting up so he was thrusting into him over and over on his prostate.
Blaine sobbed out, drowning in the sensation. "Kurt, oh my god, I'm going to come," he said, reaching for his throbbing erection.
Kurt grabbed his hand. "No, baby, please let me make you come," he said, giving a particularly hard thrust.
"Yes, yes, please, Kurt," Blaine cried, "please make me come."
"Yeah, baby, soon, I promise," Kurt said. Part of him wanted to see if he could drag it out, push Blaine to the edge and back before making him explode.
So that's what he did. He experimented with straight thrusts, circular, up and down, using his dancing skills to undulate, rotate and drive Blaine out of his mind.
"Kurt, Kurt," Blaine chanted before groaning loudly. Suddenly, his cock gave a twitch and he came with a cry, coming all over his chest, and up to his neck.
"Oh, baby," Kurt said, overwhelmed by the sight of what he had done to his lover. He thrust into Blaine once, twice, and the third thrust pushed him over the edge, coming harder than he ever had deep inside Blaine.
Gently he pulled out and collapsed next to Blaine. Kurt's brain was buzzing, his whole body wiped out. That had been the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had.
A sound broke through his glowing haze. He heard Blaine sniffling and his body was shuddering.
"Blaine, baby? Are you alright? Oh my god, did I hurt you?" he asked, his blood going cold. He leaned over Blaine and could see Blaine trembling. "Baby, please tell me what's wrong."
Blaine sniffed. "No, you didn't hurt me. Quite the opposite," he said, his voice shaking. "Kurt, I've never felt like that before. That was the most intense, beautiful, orgasm… out of this world. Oh god, Kurt, thank you so much," he said and snuggled himself into Kurt's side.
Kurt's eyes watered and he pulled Blaine even closer. Reaching for the tissues on the night stand, he lovingly cleaned Blaine up. He couldn't help taking a small lick, causing Blaine to moan in the most delicious way. Kurt knew this was something he would be doing again. Blaine's taste was salty and almost sweet in a way, a luxurious taste that Kurt could come to crave.
Finally, they were wrapped around each other, Blaine's head tucked into Kurt's neck in his favorite spot.
"I love you, Kurt," Blaine whispered.
"I love you, too, baby," Kurt answered, stroking his curly hair. "Sleep now," he said.
"Mm, yes, sleep," Blaine murmured.
When Kurt knew he was asleep, he held him even closer. Never had anyone shared something so intimate with him before. Yes, Blaine making love to him was always incredible and mind blowing. But there was something powerful and intimate about being the one to top. He had the power to corrupt and injure like Karofsky. Or to bring bliss and caring and love. Knowing that he had been the one to evoke such feelings in his lover made his heart beat with unknown pleasure. As much as it was about having an orgasm, Kurt now knew it was so much more. You had the ability to create emotion, to express love through motion.
As he nodded off to sleep, there was one thing he knew for sure. Topping would be something that would happen much more.
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Next up: Cue the training montage.
Hope you enjoyed this momentary pause in the story. Please review. Thanks all!