WATC 15
Kurt feels warm and relaxed, surrounded by a comforting heavy heat all around him.
He's loose-limbed and lax, happy to have his body manipulated this way and that under familiar and skilled caressing hands.
He's never felt this way before. So cherished and wanted. He loves the way it feels. Loves that he feels this way, and wonders how he's went without it for so long. He also wonders if it would have felt the same or different if the person lying on top of him, almost as boneless as he is, wasn't-isn't Blaine.
He can't even comprehend the thought before another rasped moan rips its way up his throat and out passed his lips.
There's only really one answer isn't there?
He's currently lying on his back, stretched out gloriously along the black, suede chaise longue sofa that Blaine had bought him for his living area. The decorative cushions have been tossed carelessly to the floor and Blaine's hands are up by Kurt's head, his fingers kneading into his dishevelled hair and massaging his scalp as their still clothed bodies pull and push against each others and they continue to kiss and kiss and kiss.
Blaine's lips are searing hot and sinfully soft and wet as they brush over, up and down and in and out of Kurt's mouth. Their noses nudge together softly and as Blaine's breath softly hits Kurt's cheek in a warm whoosh of air, Kurt can smell a hint of spice and wine from their earlier dinner.
He can taste it too—on Blaine's lips and on his tongue, and on the mass of delicious glowing skin between his neck and collarbone.
Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine's strong shoulders, splays his hands across his broad back, fingers gripping at his shirt and lifts up his head to push his nose into Blaine's curls— loose and free from product, and still a little moist from his afternoon shower after a session with his personal trainer. His hair smells fresh and delicious, with just a lingering hint of herbs— an intoxicating scent that makes Kurt's head spin.
It's all very frantic and urgent—but not at the same time. They know that they have this now. That they can have each other this waywhenever they want. Whenever they need. They plan to savour every moment, even Blaine who has been waiting for this a longer time than Kurt has.
Kurt had work today for two different shows. He'd recently been offered the parts, both small and just for a short time but still enough to keep him on the job ladder and his cell phone buzzing with more and more call-backs.
It's Friday, meaning Kurt doesn't have work at Vogue so he had scheduled a studio recording for one show in the morning followed by a gruelling dance choreography lesson for the other show in the afternoon.
Tired and aching, Kurt had arrived home only to find Blaine in his apartment, carrying items from the kitchen to his dining area. The table had been set with a full three-course meal prepared and waiting for him to sit down and enjoy.
Wide-eyed and with a slow growing grin, Kurt accepted a kiss from Blaine which was silent but spoke volumes, and sunk down into a chair at the table.
Dinner was gorgeous. Ok, so it was the exact same meal that had Kurt showed Blaine how to make the first time he went to Blaine's condo—but the thought and precision from Blaine that had gone in to it delights Kurt all the same.
Of course, during dinner Kurt kindly but firmly fires his line of questioning as to how exactly Blaine let himself into Kurt's apartment, to which Blaine annoyingly charming and effortlessly replies with "every good landlord keeps a spare key, Kurt. You know for emergencies and stuff."
"And you breaking into my apartment and cooking me dinner falls into those categories how?" Kurt quips an eyebrow and tries to hide his grin.
"You've had a long busy day and I wanted to do something nice for you" Blaine replies sweetly, his voice smooth and mellow. He balances his chin on his hands and smiles widely across the table.
Kurt melts and has to stop himself from crawling across the table to get at Blaine and kiss his face off.
After dessert they'd moved over to the couch which has lead them to now—eating each others faces as if they hadn't just ate. The TV is on for a bit of background noise but neither of them are paying it much attention.
It's been a couple weeks since their first kiss and things have only ever progressed and gotten sensationally better since then. They've been slow and careful, still keeping behind closed doors but now there's more to it. Now there's touching, a hell of a lot more touching anywhere either of them can get to; such as arms and chests when shirts are crumpled out of place, or the bare, sensitive skin at the small of their backs when pants without belts have drooped too low.
Something that has been very surprising and refreshing to Kurt since they took their relationship to the next level is the fact that Blaine has never pushed them. He's only ever accepted what Kurt is willing to offer him.
If he's honest, Kurt doesn't know exactly why this surprises him. Yes, in the beginning, Blaine was full of innuendos and flirty invitations—in a way he hasn't changed that much; he's still cheeky old Blaine with a diamond smile and twinkling eyes. But more recently he's become more than that. He knows how to rein it in, how to control himself. He knows how to make Kurt feel comfortable and how not to.
And even more recently there have been no problems with the latter.
Blaine is always checking in with Kurt, asking how he feels and how he's doing. "Is this ok?" It's all very sweet and endearing and Kurt thrives on it. He looks forward to more. To getting them there.
Blaine is busy placing kisses all over Kurt's face and Kurt has his fingers dipped into the dimples at Blaine's lower back when a new show on the TV starts up with a loud, familiar theme tune and startles them both.
Blaine sits up just a fraction to get a proper look at the TV. His side profile is gorgeous, illuminated by the glow of the TV in the dark of the room. Kurt can't help but stare. Blaine's legs are straddling Kurt's hips and thighs and the denim of his jeans are rubbing into Kurt's yoga pants. It's causing a delicious, teasing friction; something that is much too difficult to ignore.
Kurt bites his lip and bucks his hips up, just once. Blaine, still looking away from him, smiles slow and seductive and gently meets Kurt hips with his own, riding his torso downwards. Just once. Kurt gasps and Blaine smiles wider, just suppressing a groan. He's still not looking at him. Sexy asshole.
Their interest in each other is very apparent. It's what makes it more exciting. Who will snap first?
Kurt weighs up his options. He's just about to reach up and pull Blaine back down to him when the host on the TV show shouts out a recognisable name and is answered with a thunderous applause and a round of high-pitched wolf whistles by the studio audience.
Kurt sits up too and Blaine gently slides off of his lap to sit close beside him. He picks up Kurt's legs and feet and tucks them into his own lap, his fingers rubbing patterns into the arch of Kurt's feet.
Blaine appears, looking as handsome and dashing as ever at the top of the staircase on the TV and makes his way down through the audience to the stage where the host is sitting at his desk waiting for him.
"Is this the one you did on Tai's last night here, when you couldn't make it?" Kurt asks, smiling when a girl in the audience reaches out to grab at Blaine's tie as he moves by—thankfully he's rescued by a burly security man who gets him to the stage safely.
"Yeah" Blaine replies, "I think so. Sometimes they record these things quite a while before they actually air."
Kurt hums and watches Blaine on the screen and the chat show host hug and shake hands in greeting before taking at seat.
"Do you like doing these things?" Kurt asks him, while the host and Blaine start with simple, humorous small talk.
Blaine shrugs. "They're ok." He nods his head toward the screen "this one I enjoyed because I like the host, he's interviewed me a few times before. He asks good questions. He's nice and not too invasive."
Kurt mulls that over. What exactly are good questions?
They sit and watch the interview in a comfortable silence. Blaine's hands are never far from Kurt— whether they're in his hair or entwined with his hands or tickling up and down his arms and legs. They both smile and laugh at the same time and when Blaine on screen says something Kurt looks at real life Blaine for affirmation if he was actually telling the truth.
Towards the end of the interview Blaine starts to get a little antsy—both Blaine's. Like they both know what's coming.
"So, Blaine thanks for coming on tonight. It's been a joy to have you as always" the host says amid cheers of approval from the audience. "I guess we'll end this with something that I think all of your fans are dying to know—
"
Both Blaine's and Kurt all inhale a short, quick breath. They all know what's coming. Even Kurt has seen enough chat shows to know what topic gets saved for last.
"Anyone special in your life right now?" The host asks, smiling. "You dating? Courting? Whatever you kids call it these days." Everybody laughs before a hushed silence falls over the studio—and Kurt's living room. Everybody sits in anticipation.
Blaine on screen breaks out his famous smile and straight away gives the game away. "Yeah." He answers simply followed by tortured screams and even a few comical "boos" from the audience.
"Yeah?" The host copies him, laughing. "That's it?"
Blaine on screen scratches at his jaw and sits up a little straighter in his seat. Blaine, in Kurt's living room curls one hand affectionately around Kurt's knee and with his other grips a tight hold of both of Kurt's hands. On instinct, Kurt curls closer into Blaine's side. They're both still silent, eyes glued to the TV screen.
"All I'm prepared to say at this moment in time," Blaine begins on the screen, "is that when I first seen him, and when I first heard his voice—I was like 'oh there you are.'" A chorus of "aahhs" fill the studio and Blaine blushes and smiles. Both of them. "I'm very lucky and extremely happy and we're just taking things from here on out."
The host finishes up and announces an ad break and then Blaine on screen is gone.
In Kurt's living room, Blaine picks up the remote from the coffee table and switches off the TV. The room plummets into a silent darkness before Blaine reaches over and switches on the lamp that stands by his side of the couch.
Kurt is still yet to say something or at least look in Blaine's direction.
After a while Blaine sighs and turns to face Kurt and brings both pairs of hands into his lap. "Kurt—"
"Who-is it me? Were you talking about me?"
Blaine barks out a laugh laced with shock and stares at Kurt incredulously. "Of course, I'm talking about you. Who the hell else? Kurt, I'm crazy about you and haven't left your side for months."
Kurt shakes his head slowly, like he's not even listening. "Blaine, that interview was from a month ago. Before any of this—" Kurt trails off, looking around the room and then down at their joined hands in Blaine's lap. His face is open, eyes wide and voice soft. There's an expression there that Blaine can't quite read, he doesn't think he's seen it on Kurt before.
Blaine sighs again, lost and helpless. He feels like he's in jeopardy, one wrong answer could end it all. Until—
"Did you mean it? Really? Is that how you felt?"
"Yes. Its how I still feel" Blaine admits, smiling. "I think its how I'll always feel about you, Kurt. I've tried to tell you before."
Kurt feels something familiar start to build and wash up over him. Panic, nerves, depreciation—his old friends. Those old questions pop up at the forefront of his mind. How? Why me?
But then something snaps within him—something unyielding and almost effervescent. Blaine watches him warily, his hands heavy but careful on Kurt's like an anchor tethering them together.
And for the first time since meeting Blaine, Kurt doesn't question it. He doesn't belittle himself or look for reasoning or a way out.
"I-I think I feel the same way about you" Kurt whispers with trembling lips and shimmering eyes. Blaine blinks and swallows. "I think- no I know that I have for a while, I just haven't wanted to admit it— to myself more than to you."
Blaine's hands fly up to cup both sides of Kurt's face and with what can only be described as an elated shriek he kisses Kurt square on the lips with a wet smack.
Kurt deepens the kiss and fists the front of Blaine's shirt, and only pulls back when he feels Blaine's lips stretch into a grin against his mouth.
"Oh don't look so smug" Kurt admonishes, shaking his head back and forth. He's finding it hard to hide his own shit-eating grin.
Blaine giggles and shrugs. "Oh come on, let me have this moment of victory" he teases. His smile is infectious and he can't keep his hands to himself, roaming all over Kurt's body up and down.
Kurt feels his body go placid and almost falls into Blaine's lap and open, waiting arms. Of course he'll let Blaine have his moment of victory. He'll let Blaine have any moment he wants.
Even though a relationship has already been established between them, cemented with their first kiss and followed by many, many other kisses, this feels like its official. Like it's theirs and nobody can touch it. Not even Kurt.
Blaine settles them comfortably against the back of the couch and keeps Kurt safe and tight in his arms. He hooks his chin over Kurt's shoulder and breathes against his neck, the surface of his smile still there.
"What now?" Kurt murmurs, breathing against the shell of Blaine's ear. "Do we out ourselves? Do we tell people?" Kurt has a brief unnerving image flash through his mind of paps knocking at his door and cameras flashing through his window.
Blaine's arms tighten around him, like he knows what's going through Kurt's head. He lifts his head and speaks quietly. "Now, we do or don't do whatever you want. It's your call" Blaine's says against Kurt's temple. "I only ever want to do right by you. If you want to wait, we'll wait. I want you to have the career and the experiences that I've been lucky to have without anything getting in the way first." Kurt shivers at Blaine's admission. "Just promise me that you'll let me stay by your side—whether it's literally or figuratively, I don't care as long I'm with you."
"Yeah" Kurt smiles, "of course. Always."