WARNINGS: dub-con (sort of... feel free to skip if this makes you uncomfortable), swearing and allusions to drug usage.
Blaine doesn't say another word, his lips pressed together gently as he watches Kurt undress, each item of thin clothing hitting the floor with practiced flicks of Kurt's nimble fingers. Blaine sets the money by the sink where he spots Kurt's toothpaste and frowns, did he live here? Blaine can't imagine another human living in such a squalid place and is about to mention something but when he turns around Kurt is naked.
The only light in the room flickers from a bedside lamp and Kurt's lithe pale body is shadowed to accentuate the angelic porcelain glow of his skin. Blaine notes the dip in his belly; the smooth outline of his ribs and the sharp edges of his hips, everything about the boy screams a sick youthfulness from his slender legs to his bright sad eyes. Blaine thinks he's the most beautiful man he has ever seen and it disgusts him that this delicately young body resting on a dirtied and dark looking bed makes his heart flip and his cock harden in his pants but it does.
Kurt doesn't say another word, the rooms a little cold, the air urging his small pink nipples to pebble hardness. Blaine stares at him with a scrutiny that he is used too. Sometimes they like to look, admire him, make him twirl around. Whilst to some he is a shapeless body to get in and get out to others he is something they want to get their full moneys worth from. Blaine stares at him like he is the first human being he's ever seen and for once in a very long time Kurt feels kind of… beautiful. Not dirty. Beautiful. He swallows and waits. He's not hard; he rarely is, his dick resting softly against his thigh as he shifts to cover it. Not often to his clients make any attempt to get him to climax and if they do its sloppy and rarely works.
Blaine notices the bruises next, flush over Kurt's collarbones with a few to his hips but they're fading. The fresher ones lie as little spots along his inner thighs. Blaine's seen those kind of bruises before, he's vaguely relieved that they look a few days old but he gives his money a wary look. Is he paying for those little bruises? It sickens him to think of the body in front of him being wrecked by whatever Kurt injects himself with. Blaine shakes it off, choosing instead to begin unbuttoning his shirt, letting his suit jacket rest over the only chair in the room.
'You let them hit you?' Blaine asks, the first question to break the silence since they entered the room and Kurt barely flinches.
'Sometimes they pay extra.' Kurt replies. He doesn't want Blaine to know he doesn't have a choice.
'That's disgusting.' Blaine says, folding his shirt over the top of his jacket before starting on his pants.
That time Kurt does flinch. Suddenly he doesn't feel so beautiful anymore. 'What would your wife say if she knew you were here?'
Blaine throws his pants to the side and climbs onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his bare knees as he backs Kurt up against the headboard. Not touching. Not yet. Kurt looks up at him with those grey eyes again, fiercer this time, almost daring him to make the next move. Blaine presses a finger to Kurt lips and trails it down over the boy's soft chin to where the sharp edge of his jaw meets his pale throat before returning it to rest on Kurt's ample mouth.
'Or your daughter.'
Blaine pauses, his jaw setting and anger flaring in his golden irises. 'Its your fault I'm here.' Blaine says eventually and it's the lamest excuse he's ever said.
'Will you ever tell her your gay?'
'I'm not gay.'
Kurt raises an eyebrow, opening his lips so that they drag along the calloused pad of Blaine's finger still pressed to his mouth. 'Our situation rather suggests the opposite.'
'You're just so pretty.' Blaine whispers. 'Like a doll… a porcelain doll, I want… I want you, I want you because you're pretty.'
Blaine starts to touch, his finger sliding back over Kurt's neck and down the center of his chest and Blaine can't help but marvel at how soft Kurt is. Blaine flattens his palm over where Kurt's ribs meet in the middle, his fingers sliding over each bump where bone is pushing at fleshless skin. Kurt watches him in fascination. Usually Kurt has switched off by now, lying back against the covers and trying to remember his life before he was taken. He tries to remember what his mom sounds like or what he dad used to smell like, he tries to remember the sun that used to dance across their front porch in the mid mornings but tonight… Tonight Blaine is touching him so softly he forgets completely and lets himself be touched.
Kurt notes the hitches in Blaine's breath as his fingers skitter over Kurt's hip bones, settling over the bone with a little more pressure than his other touches, forcing Kurt's lower body deeper into the mattress. Kurt reaches forward and does some exploring of his own. Blaine is well built, small but compact and well defined. His fingers reach down to tug at the older mans boxers, pushing them past muscled thighs. Kurt is unsurprised to find Blaine fully hard, every inch of him swollen and pronounced, longer and thicker than Kurt's younger dick.
'Put on a condom.' Kurt says, he says it every time. Sometimes they listen but sometimes they don't and Kurt has to spend a longer time in the shower trying to clean it out of himself, surrounded by other boys doing the same. Blaine nods and leans back from his ministrations to give Kurt a moment to pull one from his drawer, handing it to Blaine on the flat of his palm.
'Put it on me.' Blaine says, ignoring Kurt's outstretched palm. He wants to feel those slender hands on him, the thought makes his cock twitch and he drank enough at the bar that he doesn't feel guilty about how much the power he has over Kurt is turning him on.
Kurt tears open the packet, not looking at Blaine as he rolls the thin plastic over where Blaine is hard and waiting, hearing the older man groan gently as he secures the condom on. Blaine is still kneeling as Kurt rolls onto his belly; he wants to get this over with. Blaine makes him feel different to the other men, he hates that Blaine made him feel beautiful its worse that the usual self-loathing he has because it makes him feel like he could have something more. And then he remembers that he can't. Kurt doesn't want to have to look at Blaine, into those golden orbs and feel special because he's not.
Blaine's breath has deepened to soft pants as his slides his large hands over Kurt's slim sides, wanting to feel as much skin as possible as he nudges the blunt edge of his cock against Kurt's dusky hole, taking a moment to admire the puckered pink flesh and how tight Kurt looks despite his profession. Blaine raises two fingers to his lips and sucks on them slowly, running his tongue over his own knuckle until they are wet enough for Blaine to push them into Kurt, a gentleness taking over his movements despite the animal hunger in his eyes.
Kurt's plump pink lips part and he takes a small sharp inhale of breath at the feeling of Blaine's thick calloused fingers working their way inside him, to his most sensitive area and Kurt doesn't know if he likes the flutter of arousal that beats softly just below his naval. This isn't supposed to be about him. Usually they just shove in and fuck him but Blaine is working him open with a care that makes tears prick Kurt's eyes.
There is money by the sink. Money that Blaine paid Kurt so he could do this to him. That realization makes the flutter of arousal in Kurt's belly die down. He is here because he has to be. Briefly he imagines a different scenario, he meets Blaine in a bar like before but he is smiling and they dance together, Blaine buys him a drink and they talk. They talk freely because Kurt doesn't have any awful secrets to hide. Then they get a cab and Blaine takes him home and then they are here… On the bed with the smell of desire clouding its way through the air and Kurt is arching up and giving a little whimpering moan because he wants it. And Blaine is rubbing the tips of his fingers along the sensitive lining of Kurt's clenching walls because he can't wait to be inside. There is no money by the sink in Kurt's fantasy. No stained hallway outside. Just the two of them meeting in mutual passion.
Another groan makes Kurt blink softly as he realizes it came from his own mouth without him even meaning to. An honest to god real groan of pleasure as Blaine works him open. Kurt swallows and bites his lip.
'Do you like that?' Blaine's lips skirt along the outer edges of Kurt's soft ear, his voice a low whisper, the strong muscle of his chest pressing against the pronounced bumps of Kurt's spine.
'Yes…' Kurt whispers back, his fingers gripping a little harder into the sheets because that wasn't even a lie. He does like it. Likes the way one of Blaine's hands is still kneading gently at his hip whilst the other pumps slowly inside him, he even likes the soft thud of Blaine's heart beat vibrating through his back from where they are pressed together.
Blaine's fingers slip from his hip, brushing down Kurt's slim and soft belly before they reach his flaccid cock, his lips finding the back of Kurt's neck as he begins to stroke the soft flesh and Kurt makes another little noise because it feels good. Kurt squeezes his eyes shut as an assault of pleasurable sensations rush through him, Blaine's fist tightening around him as he begins to harden under the older mans touch, biting his lip so hard he swears he tastes the tell tale copper of blood on his tongue.
'You're allowed to enjoy it you know…' Blaine whispers against Kurt's back, pulling his fingers out and Kurt actually finds himself pushing back a little, seeking the feeling on his own.
Kurt bites his tongue to keep from retorting. To keep from snapping that he doesn't want to enjoy it because this isn't two people having sex it's a transaction, a dirty and soured transaction of sweaty flesh and filthy moans. Instead he stays quiet as Blaine nudges his cock against Kurt's hole once more, bracing himself as he begins to push inside watching the way the young boy tenses and breathes out at the slow intrusion, lips still parted and eyes closed.
Blaine pauses when he's buried inside the slim pale body beneath him, hot clenching heat gripping so hard around his aching dick that Blaine is worried he might come right away and he doesn't want to because he wants to remember this. Remember the way it felt to be deep inside Kurt, the way his skin felt underneath his fingers so that next time he makes love to his wife he can remember and actually get hard. But it's not just that, Blaine finds his fingers sliding over the rough sheets to find Kurt's hand and gripping it in his own, his thumb rubbing at the skin of the boy's wrist as he pulls out only to thrust back inside. The noise Kurt elicits makes Blaine cock throb and his next movement become a little faster, the bed creaking slightly as Blaine pushes and pulls in and out of the hot tight heaven that is Kurt's rounded ass.
Kurt is still. Instead of harsh breath panting in his ear Blaine is peppering kisses down his back and instead of a painful ache in his ass he feels full and warm. Blaine begins to loose himself in the pleasure of it all, mouth opening in soft groans against Kurt's shoulder and the gentle slap of skin on skin making his ears burn and his stomach tighten. Blaine drags his lips down Kurt's spine until he is kneeling behind the boy again, his large hands finding Kurt's ass cheeks and gripping them tightly as he watched himself sink over and over again into that soft pink hole framed by gloriously round globes of flesh. Blaine knows he wont last much longer, a fire starting in his lower spine and a tingle spreading from his tight balls to the root of his dick as he begins to speed up the sensual circles of his hips, thrusting forward in search of the intense release that is building to its ecstatic high within him.
Kurt feels the way Blaine begins to tense, feels the tell tale throb of the dick inside him despite the condom separating them and knows Blaine is nearing his end. Kurt had been relieved when Blaine's thick hands had left his dick, lying soft once again between his legs because the thought of enjoying it makes him feel nauseas. Kurt tries to think of anything but how good Blaine feels inside him, how tender the touch of Blaine's hands on his ass feels and focusing instead on the money by the sink. A dirty transaction. That's all Kurt will allow himself to see this as.
Blaine comes with a passionate groan, his head tilting back and eyes closing as he releases inside the condom, thrusting weakly through his orgasm to prolong the intense fiery pleasure rushing through his veins and making his heart feel like its about to explode from his chest. They stay like that for a few moments, Blaine catching his breath and Kurt trying to stop the warm bubble of tears gathering beneath his lashes from falling over his cheeks.
Eventually Blaine pulls out slowly, tying up the end of the condom and discarding it in a nearby bin. Kurt rolls onto his back and quickly covers himself with a sheet, watching the way Blaine's muscles ripple underneath his taut golden skin as he moves.
Blaine slides a hand back over Kurt's belly and Kurt resists the urge to push him away because he is looking at him like that again. Like Kurt really is the most beautiful thing Blaine has ever seen and Kurt swallows.
'Did you come, angel?' Blaine whispers, his fingers pulling at the edges of Kurt's sheet.
'Yes.' Kurt lies, this time pushing Blaine's prying fingers from his waist because he doesn't want the older man to see.
'Good.' Blaine says, pausing as he lets his eyes wander over Kurt's face leaning forward a little because he wants to feel the soft press of Kurt's lips against his own before he leaves.
'Please don't.' Kurt whispers just before their mouths touch and Blaine pulls back instantly, gone is the confident boy who urged him into his bed and in his place the slim boy with the sad grey eyes. Blaine doesn't question it, simply stepping off the bed and dressing with a melancholy slowness. Kurt watches him, torn between being glad that Blaine is going and wanting the older man to come back and kiss Kurt with the tenderness Kurt knew he was going to, to wrap those strong arms around where Kurt is thin and pale and for once let him sleep feeling safe and content but… Kurt does not let himself long for such things. For he knows they will never be a reality.
Blaine pauses by the sink once he is dressed, not letting himself look at Kurt again as he places a few more bills on top of what he had already paid.
Blaine closes the door behind him.
A scream down the hallway makes his stomach turn as he walks down the steps until he outside in the unforgiving night.
Blaine walks back to the pub, surprised to find his cab still waiting as he slips inside and thanks the driver.
Blaine stares out the window, watching the houses fly by him in a dark blur.
Blaine thinks about the pale boy with the sad grey eyes and the porcelain skin. Lifting his thumb and forefinger Blaine rubs against his temple and between his eyes, wondering at what point of the night his headache disappeared.
The memory of Kurt's soft mouth and dulcet tones hangs over his head like the sharp edges of a guillotine. The smell of mint and cheap cologne clings to him, working its way under his skin like the thorn of a rose.
By the time Blaine gets home, dragging his goddamn umbrella through his wooden front door, he has forced all memory of the night down, not letting himself wish he was still curled against Kurt, running his lips over each of the boys bruises and promising no one will ever hurt him again. Instead he hangs up his jacket in the dark reception room of his large house and puts his wallet on the kitchen counter before heading upstairs. One look into his bedroom tells him Janie is asleep, clutching a hot water bottle to her belly and Blaine guesses she is having one of her stomachaches again. Blaine doesn't let the guilt rush over him, instead he just feels numb as he makes his way to his daughters room, pushing the pink and flowery door open and slipping quietly inside.
Erin's small soft pink fists rest against her embroidered pillow, her lips parted in slumber as her small chest rises and falls rhythmically. Blaine pulls a chair up to the side of her cot and sits there, leaning down briefly to press a kiss to her forehead, letting the comforting smell of her fill his nostrils. It is only then, his head bowed and elbows resting against the painted white sides of his babies cradle that he lets the tears fall, running quickly over his weathered cheeks and off the edge of his jaw, a few splashing against the white of Erin's pillow, leaving a few dark blotches.
'Sweet dreams angel.' Blaine whispers.
Kurt doesn't sleep, lying on his side instead as he stares at the wall. The pile of money Blaine left lies uncounted by the sink because Kurt can't bring himself to even look at it. The green crisp notes only remind of him of what happened and Kurt feels confused and sick all at once.
Beautiful. Blaine made him feel beautiful. Kurt rolls onto his back and skirts his fingers down his own belly, following the path that Blaine's rough fingers had made, squeezing at his own hips like Blaine had and running over his own ribs. The action makes him shiver, soft goose bumps rising on his skin as the memory flushes through him.
Only the sound of his doorknob turning makes Kurt's fingers freeze in their tracks.
I was pretty nervous to post this chapter... I promise you Klaine happiness will happen, Blaine will get his angel.
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