Yes. This is the final chapter of "Marry The Night". Thank you so much for sticking at my side through this journey, I'm so greatful to have such great spirited people who enjoy my work and encourage me to do more!
On that note, a few of you have brought up the idea for a sequel. Which I would enjoy. BUT! BUT! BUT! I need ideas and a vote. Let me know whether you think this journey should end at this chapter OR continue in a second fic (maybe with more and longer chapters...) in the comments section! Or if you have any other fic idea for this ship as a one shot or multi-chapter. I wanna know!
Also, for those of you who have heard about the upcoming tour, Queen and ADAM LAMBERT are touring Canada and the US! On that note, I'M GOING! GAH! Sorry but I'm so pumped for this! Adam is my idol. He's the reason I'm not afraid to be myself and why I'm still alive. I wear the 'Aftermath' wing pendant on my neck like a religious symbol, because of a really long story about how Aftermath was my escape when I was bullied fiercely about two years ago FOR two years and even before. So seeing him in my city is really something for me, no matter the price of the tickets.
I'll stop now and leave you to read what I've left for you guys here. Enjoy and leave a review! Also, this is in Kurt's POV.
"How can you... Be so... Hnnnnnn... Tireless- Ah!" I moaned, fingers clawing between his shoulder blades as he thrust faster, harder into me. I was pretty sure at this point his entire back was littered with red lines.
"Not.. My fault... You're so... Enticing..." He breathed, biting into my neck again. I threw my head back as another cry fell off my lips, arching far into him. Barely any part of my body was touching the couch at this point and I could barely see anything with the stars dancing in my vision, tearing moans and cries of pleasure-tinged-pain from my lips.
"Trying to make me permanently immobile, Gilbert?" I teased, gasping loud when he was suddenly sitting up on his knees with my back rested against the couch, taking him so much deeper inside. My teeth clenched at the feeling, having him so- so deep inside, eyes heavy.
"Is that a complaint?" He raised a brow, then leaned down for my neck, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses down my neck and shoulder. I moaned at the warm wetness of his tongue, breath lodged in my throat when his hips suddenly bucked, shoving further into me and a quick breath fell off his lips, fanning over my burning skin.
"Five-Ha!" I moaned as he pulled out a little, "Five times..." I dropped my head back to rest on the back of the couch, bringing one hand to grip his soft black locks, the other stretching out to my side and gripping the pleather fabric. "Without any condoms too..."
"I told you-" he broke off in a growl, thrusting back in shallow, "we should at least try it." He thrust again, a little longer, a little harder, making my eyes slip shut at the sensation, tugging once on his hair. "You refused even one."
"It took you... So long to... Cum! With one on- ah!" I retorted, arching far into him when he suddenly thrust so much deeper, so much harder into that certain spot. But after he did he stopped a moment to let me catch my breath and I relaxed a little, eyes opening some to smirk weak at him, "Or do you like it better when I suck you off whenever I cum too soon?" Soon lips pressed to mine and I moaned soft, my other hand leaving the couch to join the other in his hair.
A long while we only kissed like that. Unmoving. Unbreaking. Only loving. When he did pull away though, his head rested on mine, whispering to me, "I love you." My eyes fluttered open, staring soft at him.
One hand drifted from his hair to his cheek and his eyes opened to stare deep into mine. A smile pulled at my lips staring up at him, hearing those words from his freckled lips. He loved me. He'd always shown it through the months we've been officially a couple and even before, but never has he said it. I mean I knew, but this was the first time it ever came in words. But it never needed to be.
He loved me.
"I love you more." I finally replied, pulling him down for another kiss. He moaned low into my lips, his hands massaging into my hips, one hand drifting to my thigh and slipping beneath. He pulled away slightly, lifting my calf onto his shoulder and kissing me again, pulling away before I could return it. Slowly he pulled out to the head and I tilted my head back, biting down on my bottom lip to suppress a whimper. But he kissed me once more, relaxing me every time his lips touched mine.
He tucked his face in my neck, slowly pushing back into me and I rested my head back, breath lodged in my throat with my mouth wide, eyes squeezed shut. When he was back in he paused a moment, then began to pull out, just as slow, repeating the steps over and over. A whine fell off my lips, knowing he was teasing, making sure not to hit that spot but merely breeze over it. I was trying to get him to thrust, digging my heels into his lower back, tugging on his hair, but he kept steady, nipping at my neck.
Groaning in annoyance I tugged hard on his hair, pulling his head back and diving for his neck, biting down on the sweat-ridden flesh. He hissed loudly, thrusting once, hard. Harder than I was even begging for. But nonetheless it brought billions of stars across my vision and I released his neck, crying out in pure pleasure into his skin. Suddenly a hand was gripping my hair and my head was pulled back, staring up into his eyes as he thrust again, faster, just as hard though.
Again he kissed me, hard, and I moaned into his lips, arching as he thrust again. At this angle he could reach even deeper within me, white flashing my vision. Not orgasm white, but if he kept hitting that spot that often and that hard, I'd soon come undone. I loved how he did this to me. How he brought me to a blissful mess. How he devoured me in such a way I begged for. Never did I beg with words. No matter how he tried, I'd always get what I needed without so much as a 'please'.
How he embraced me, held me as if I was the very last thing on earth. How he held me close as possible during and after, before even. Anytime convenient, he held me to him and not once had I even a thought of complaint. To be completely honest, being in Elliott's embrace was the best thing possible in my book.
Suddenly everything went completely white and I cried out, splattering over my stomach and chest, no doubt over Elliott's too. Two more thrusts before a warm liquid surged through my backside, making me arch and moan at the strange yet somewhat nice sensation.
Coming down from the blissful high I was currently caught in, he carefully set my leg down, leaning in for my neck to leave a trail of lazy, tender kisses along my skin. Again I moaned, tired from what we'd been busying ourselves with all day. All week, really. It wasn't even a fact of nothing to talk about or boredom or even simply being horny. To be honest I didn't know what to call it. Simply that we wanted to? That we could? Who was stopping us, after all? It's been six months since what happened. Since we became 'Kelliott', as Rachel likes to call it. Wherever that came from. Elliott thought it was cute almost as much as the amount of meals he makes with curry whenever he cooks. Seriously, how does someone not get sick of that much curry?!
"You may need to call in sick tomorrow for work..." He muttered into my neck with a chuckle.
"It's your fault." I protested with a smile, turning my head to kiss his cheek. "We do this any more, I'll need to call in for early retirement and hospitalization..." He huffed a laugh, kissing my neck once more.
"Do you dislike when I take care of you?" He teased, pulling away to look at me finally.
"Shut up and kiss me." My eyes rolled and I tugged him down, kissing him soft. He smiled into my lips, bringing one hand up into my hair and stroking it from my face, the other running up and down my thigh.
"Your dad called earlier." Elliott called, walking to the couch with a bowl of popcorn, "He wants to know if you're coming home for your friends' graduation. Your old classmates are going." I smiled as he sat next to me, setting the bowl on the coffee table and curling an arm around me, kissing my temple.
"Only if you come with me." I replied, tilting my head to look up at him. "Otherwise, it'll be hell the entire trip."
"What will I do there?" He protested, "I'm basically known as the guy who ended your engagement. I doubt you need to deal with that."
"First of all, screw what anyone thinks of you. You've done nothing wrong." I assured, turning around & climbing onto his lap, pecking his lips once, "For another thing, whether you're there or not, someone to You are my boyfriend, which makes you untouchable by law." He smiled at that, kissing my chin. "I love you."
"I love you more." He replied, nipping at my bottom lip. "And I will show you as much as possible-" he cut off, kissing my neck, "-every moment possible-" he kissed my lips, then pulled away to stare up at me, "- before we have to leave." I returned a smile, gasping when I was suddenly flat on my back with him hovering over me, his bulge pressing into mine. My eyes slipped shut from the pressure, a shaken breath falling off my lips.
"M-maybe we should wait- wait until..." I tried to protest. He didn't reply. He only leaned down, leaving butterfly kisses along my neck, hips pressing a little more into mine. "E-Elliott..." I breathed, "I have school... Tomorrow and early... Rehearsal..." The pressure left after my plead, but his lips began trailing along to my jaw, tongue grazing down to my chin before he kissed down the front of my throat, his fingers running along the waistband of my pajama pants. "Elliott, wai-"
"I won't do that if you don't want me to." He assured, trailing kisses along my chest. "Right now, just relax." His kisses lowered to my stomach and I tilted my head back a bit, my eyes slipping shut.
A gasp escaped when cold air suddenly breezed over the tip of my dick, eyes fluttering some. My eyes cracked open, biting down on my lip when soft, moist lips pressed to the head, my breath fallen just a little heavier. A moan fell off my lips and my chest arched just a little when a wet muscle brushed along the shaft base to tip, eyes squeezed shut a half second before fluttering open and tilting my head down to stare at him. His pointer and thumb were wrapped securely around the base, eyes on me as he left slow kisses all over my member taking his sweet time. Another moan slipped just from watching him, my eyes heavy while I fought to keep them open. When he nipped though, just once, light, my back arched further and I dropped my head back into the cushion, breath caught in my throat.
"Do you want me to stop?" He teased, licking a long strip base to tip, causing a faint moan mixed with a whine to fall from my lips, shaking my head. I couldn't speak. I didn't need to. "Alright." He breathed.
My eyes shot open as something wet wrapped around the head, looking back to Elliott. His lips were wrapped tight around my member, taking me slowly, my mouth fallen open as I watched him. He'd take just a little more, then pull back up to the head, brushing his tongue along the tip before pulling down again, taking more. His hands massaged my inner thighs, blue eyes on me the entire time, humming down my shaft when I was all the way in.
I threw my head back at the vibrations, crying out, bringing one hand into his hair and tugging rough. Groaning against my shaft, a finger was suddenly pushing into me and I whimpered at the intrusion, tugging again.
"First kiss." I said, trailing my fingers over the freckles on his chest. Just saying, he's absolutely covered in them. He huffed, running his own fingers over my back, my head rested on his stomach with his on the pillow.
"Eighth grade." He replied, looking to the ceiling, "She was my best and only friend. She wore leather jackets, boots, red dyed hair, and was a complete smart ass." He laughed, shaking his head, "My parents hated her!"
"Your first kiss was a girl?" I smiled and he nodded, glancing back to me.
"And I was hers." He added, "One night I was at her house way past curfew and we were watching Rocky Horror. She started talking about how special your first kiss is supposed to be and what a croc of shit that was. Then it just happened I guess!" Giving him that 'not bad' nod, I kissed his skin, turning to rest on my cheek. "Who was yours?" He asked. After a moment my eyes drifted to my hand, a faint sigh falling from my nose.
"High school. I was always the gay kid in gay clothes getting tossed in the dumpster by jocks or 'rebels'." I explained, "My stepbrother was quarterback. But he was never like that. He was always the good guy that would step in whenever he saw trouble." He hummed at that and a smile pulled at my lips. "One guy on his team was always using the word 'fag', always picking on me in particular. I thought one day he was going to kill me..." I took a deep, slow breath, letting it go before I finally got to the point, "One day I'd finally had enough courage and confronted him in the locker room when he was alone. He got really angry when I wouldn't back down on figuring out his problem... Then he just kissed me." His hand paused on my back, watching me for a long moment while I still stared at my hand. "I got so scared that when he went to kiss me again I bolted out of there fast as I could. My parents later switched me to an all-boys private school where Blaine was going."
"So that's when you met?" He asked.
I shook my head with a slight smile, "Actually the glee club sent me as a spy to see the competition before that. Blaine caught on to my game, then have me a small pep talk about the guys bullying me." My brow twitched once and I smirked a little, "He actually sent me a text saying 'courage' before I went to confront the guy."
"Ah..." He laughed, triling his hand up my back once more, past my neck into my hair and resting there. "Did you ever see that guy after?"
"Last time I saw him was in the hospital." I replied, looking to him finally, "After everyone found out he was gay, he tried hanging himself." His smile faded at that, eyes dropping. I reached one hand to him, lifting myself some as I cupped his cheek, bringing his gaze back to mine. "He's still alive." I assured, smiling sweet, "He's doing better now, at least that's what my dad says. It's nothing to worry about."
"I just... Never knew about that part of your life..." He whispered, bringing both hands to cup my face, scanning over my eyes. "I'm glad it wasn't you."
"Please!" I laughed, climbing on him to straddle his hips, "Why deny the world all this because of some idiots with no vocabulary or fashion sense?"
"It would be so terribly tragic!" He gasped, resting his hands on my hips. "Pamela Lansbury would never exist, Santana and Rachel would've never been friends..."
"You wouldn't have me on top of you right now..." I mused, trailing one hand along his chest. He smirked at that, sliding his hands down my sides to my thighs, running slowly up and down, massaging the muscles. I hummed at the soothing yet somewhat stimulating movement, leaning down to kiss his lips. "I wish we could be just like this, forever." At that he smiled into my lips, brushing his tongue along my bottom lip.
Before I could even think to give him entry there was a series of loud knocking at the door. "Fuck." He hissed under his breath, my forehead resting on his. "Just... one day..." He muttered, tilting his head to kiss me once more, flipping us over so I was rested on the sheets before he pulled away, hovering over my lips. "I'll be back." He whispered.
I laid there as he slipped from the bed, disregarding the pajama pants sitting on the floor while heading for the door. My eyes rolled on a smirk, sitting up a little. "At least put a robe on!" I called after him, "Or else I'll be hearing about it the next time I actually go home..."
"It happens again," he warned, walking back into the room and grabbing the pants off the floor, looking to me, "I'm making you answer in nothing but a pink thong."
"If you got me in a thong, you would never let me leave this room." I retorted, grabbing the sheets and pulling them high as my diaphragm, leaving one leg free as he disappeared into the other room, eyes slipping shut as I rested my head once more, listening to their conversation. But as soon as the door opened, what words that came had suddenly ruined my entire day.
"Santana kicked me out again!" Rachel's distraught voice echoed through the apartment and my eyes shot open, relaxed expression now frozen in realization of what this meant. "Please tell me Kurt's here. I need a friend right now." Soon the jab of heels on wood flooring came, getting louder the closer she came to my room.
"H-he's probably still sleeping. He's supposed to be booked all day tomorrow." Elliott tried to excuse and my eyes widened a moment, turning on my side and closing my eyes, turning my face into the pillow some to look unconscious. When the heels were at their loudest they suddenly stopped and I knew she was at the door. "Rachel-"
"It's not even nine." She said to him, "How is he already asleep?"
"He went to bed early so he can wake up early for rehearsal." He tried to explain, "Then he has school and work right after. It's hectic for him right now."
"Rehearsal?! For what?" She protested, crossing her arms, "Since when does he have auditions coming up?!"
"If you paid just a little more attention to others, you'd have known he has a show that starts in five days and has been working his ass off whenever he can."
"Well how am I supposed to know when I'm busy doing magazine shoots, interviews, performing almost every night-"
I could just imagine Elliott's eyes roll. "We all get it." He retorted, "You're a big star. But wouldn't it be more comfortable to stay in a hotel instead of crashing on my couch?"
"After this series of torturous events Santana has put me through, I'm sure you wouldn't mind taking the couch..."
"Actually-" he went to protest, but I faked a groggy moan(not all fake. After all, today had tired me out more than anything), turning on my other side. After I moved it went quiet a while, then Elliott sighed, "Can we please talk in the living room? I don't want to wake him."
"I'm already up." I muttered, turning on my back and sitting up, eyes opening to stare at them. "And I doubt you really want to sleep on any of the furniture after today."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, raising a brow and my eyes rolled.
"Don't make me say it." I pleaded, looking to Elliott, "Can you grab my pants? We have a lady in our presence." I smiled teasing at him. He did as asked, reaching in the drawer by the door for a pair of pajama pants, walking back to the bed to hand it to me. "Thank you." I whispered, taking his wrist in my grasp, smiling into his lips when he kissed me.
When he walked back to the door, he gestured to the living room, looking back to Rachel, "Can I make you some tea?" She nodded, following him out of the room. I took in a long breath then huffed, taking my pants and slipping out from beneath the covers and slipping them on.
Once more...
I need ideas and a vote!
Let me know whether you think this journey should end at this chapter OR continue in a second fic (maybe with more and longer chapters...) in the comments section! Or if you have any other fic idea for this ship as a one shot or multi-chapter. I wanna know!
Other than that, I guess this is the end. I hope you've all enjoyed this story as much as I have. Seeing all your reviews, follows, and favorites truly does make my day. I'm very sad to say goodbye for now, but I hope it was worth it. So far, it is. ;)