Sorry for the delay. Life got in the way plus, I had to figure out where I was headed. I think I found a map so, here we go.
Chapter 22
On Wednesday morning, Blaine stood in front of his mirror and surveyed himself.
On Tuesday he had gotten a long overdue haircut, asking the barber to cut it as short as possible. He was now back to his super-gelled, clean cut, smooth appearance. His dark blue Armani suit was well pressed. His red and blue stripped tie was straight. His statement was inside his coat pocket.
The statement had been a challenge but, like all women, Meghan had succumbed to his smooth smile and long eyelashes. The statement was simple. Yes, Blaine was gay, no he was not an abused child and yes, he and his parents were working through the fact that he was gay. The end. James had been furious but, Meghan had convinced him that anymore would sound as though Blaine was being forced to give the statement. Never mind that he was.
The press conference was scheduled for 10:00 am in front of campaign headquarters. Blaine and Elaine stood on either side of James as he read a statement full of bullshit about love of family, love of children and the difficulties of accepting that which one cannot understand. Then it was Blaine's turn. He read his statement and stepped back. The press clamored to ask questions but, Meghan quickly stepped to the mic and announced that questions would not be taken at this time.
Done.
Blaine sighed and immediately took off his tie. Phil stepped in front of him.
"Nicely done, Blaine. By the way, you look very handsome. I like the haircut."
Blaine said nothing.
Phil continued. "Here is your list of campaign appearances. Don't miss any."
Blaine took the list without a word.
Phil leaned closer. "That's one and two on the list Blaine. The third item involves you and me."
Blaine stepped back. "Back off."
Phil smiled. "My car's been making strange noises lately. Where do you suggest I take it? Perhaps, Hummel Tire & Lube?" He smiled and walked away.
Blaine closed his eyes and begged the darkness to return.
A week later, Blaine was in a rotten mood.
A very rotten, mean, evil, frustrated mood.
And it had only been seven days.
Actually, it had been nine days but, he and Kurt had failed miserably, twice.
At first they had decided to still spend time together in public places only, to insure that they wouldn't fool around.
Yeah, right.
The first time was Blaine's fault. Kurt just looked so sexy in his new, super tight, skinny jeans and, he had done something with his hair so it was kind of spiky and all over his head. Extremely hot. When Blaine took Kurt home, he was only going to walk hm to the door and kiss him goodbye but, it turned out that no one was home and there was this wall space in the dinning room where Blaine had always imagined he could fuck the hell out of Kurt and, well...
This time, he didn't feel bad about the bruises on Kurt's back. He told Kurt he deserved them for turning him on so bad.
The second time was Kurt's fault although, he argued that it was Blaine's fault for wearing his tennis shirt and shorts as casual wear. His arms looked so muscular and the shorts were kind of tight and a bit on the really short side and, Kurt had this fantasy about sucking Blaine's cock after he had played tennis because it would be all sweaty and that just seemed so nasty and sexy all wrapped up together. It didn't matter that Blaine had not actually played tennis in the outfit. The outfit was enough to turn Kurt on.
"Kurt...stop. Don't...oh...you're not...ugh...supposed to...touch me."
"Your cock is so big Blaine. I wonder what it tastes like."
"Kurt! You already know what it...tastes like. No, no...don't...come back up here..."
Kurt looked up at Blaine, his blue-gray eyes, wide and lustful.
"Oh, please master, let me suck your big, long, thick cock. I bet it will fill my mouth and then I want to swallow all your delicious..."
Blaine drove his cock down Kurt's throat. Kurt laughed inside his head.
So, they decided they were pathetic and would just have to stay away from each other.
To make matters worse, Blaine decided to stop jerking off in hopes that this would move things along faster. Night time was now his own personal, sexual hell. He kept dreaming of Kurt, impaled on his cock, head thrown back, screaming. Or, he would dream of all sorts of things that were probably physically impossible to do, except for in his dreams. He asked Kurt if he had ever considered taking up yoga.
Kurt wasn't fairing much better. He found himself needing to jerk off an embarrassing number of times a day. Between him and Finn, the shower was constantly going. When Burt complained to Carol about the water bill, Kurt turned scarlet. Plus, there was the whole possession thing. Kurt felt a constant, physical ache in his chest from being away from Blaine. Between his sexual longing and the aching in his chest, he was barely functioning.
Blaine had survived seven days before but, it was different when he knew he couldn't see Kurt because of Burt's declaration of family time and the trip to Cleveland. Now, knowing that all he had to do was get in his car and drive to Lima, and Kurt could be naked and waiting for him...maybe on his knees...
And then there was Tyler.
Tyler was not helping. Not at all.
Blaine and his friend Pete had started practicing for the first doubles tournament at the club. Blaine had known Pete since elementary school and he was one of the few people from Blaine's childhood that he was still friends with. After Blaine had changed schools, he and Pete continued to see each other at the country club and had taken tennis lessons together. They didn't hang out during the school year but, every summer they would reconnect at the club and play the doubles tournaments together as well as against one another in singles matches. Pete was a hell of a player and he was fun. He could careless that Blaine was gay. All he cared about was Blaine's tennis game.
Whenever Pete and Blaine were practicing, Tyler would miraculously appear. He would dance around the court, collecting their extra tennis balls. Pete thought Tyler was hilarious. Blaine thought Tyler was trying to get Blaine to fuck him. Tyler always wore the absolute, shortest shorts he could get away with and would bend all the way over, giving Blaine a clear view of his ass.
Oh, that ass.
It wasn't Kurt's but, it was right there. In front of him. Everyday. And he had such great memories of that ass. He had loved fucking Tyler. Tyler liked it hard and Blaine had been happy to give it to him. Oh, how he had given it to him. One time, they discovered that Tyler was just tall enough and Blaine was just short enough that, Tyler could bend over this table and Blaine was at just the right height to...
"Dude! Dude! Yo, Blaine! Blaine!"
Blaine blinked.
"Dude! Wake up! You just missed like three serves in a row!"
Blaine rubbed his forehead and squeezed his temples. He looked up and saw Tyler in the viewing area, staring at him.
Shit.
This was a nightmare.
When he got home, he called Kurt.
"I can't do this."
"Yes, you can. You have to. At least, I think you have to based on what you told me."
"I need to fuck you Kurt. Like, now."
"No. You have to wait. We need to figure out what's going on with you."
"I don't care anymore. My dad and Phil can just have me."
"No! Don't say that. We can do this. We have to."
"How the hell did my grandfather do this? Congressional sessions are like months."
"Where is your grandfather anyway?"
"Dead. Both he and my grandmother."
"Isn't there someone in your family you could talk to about all this?"
"I don't think so. I don't think my dad would be too helpful and I honestly don't even know how to contact my aunts. My dad isn't close to his sisters. I think they are both in California somewhere."
Kurt sighed. "I miss you. A lot."
"I miss you too."
By the twelfth day, Blaine was a wreck.
He was in hell. A hot, fiery, inferno of sexual lust.
His body was teeming with sexual tension. He was sure that the mere sight of Kurt would cause him to come immediately. To make matters worse, he'd had two close calls with Tyler.
Once, he had run straight into him coming out of the locker room. The contact had caused Blaine's body to quiver and his cock to spring to life. Tyler had not missed either reaction. Surprised, he had stepped back and looked Blaine up and down.
"Where's your boyfriend, Blaine?"
"Working."
"My boyfriend is working as well. Perhaps we should work together to stave off the loneliness."
"I don't think so Tyler."
Tyler stepped forward. "My offer still stands Blaine. For you, it will always stand. If you want to fuck me, just call me. Anytime."
Blaine was grateful when Tyler turned and walked away.
The second time, Blaine almost didn't make it out alive.
Now that Tyler sensed that something was up, he was intrigued and hopeful. If Kurt was neglecting Blaine's needs, he would be happy to fill in.
Blaine rarely took showers at the country club because, he was usually headed straight home but, one Wednesday, he decided to get in a racquet ball game before heading to a campaign appearance. As he washed the shampoo out of his hair, he opened his eyes and turned around.
Tyler.
Naked.
"Holy shit Tyler! What the hell?"
"I'm sorry...I didn't realize you were in here."
"Get out!"
Tyler stepped forward.
"Tyler...get out! Now!"
Tyler took another step forward and fell to his knees. "I'd love to blow you Blaine. Your cock is beautiful. Would you like me to? You look like you could really use it."
Tyler leaned forward slightly and placed his hands on Blaine's thighs. Blaine's body quivered at the touch. The water was still running so Tyler's hair was wet and curling. He was looking up at Blaine with those pretty, soft green eyes, pleading with him. His lips slightly parted.
Blaine took a deep breath. Tyler's mouth was lovely. He loved sucking cock and he was fantastic at it. And Blaine was so hard. All the time. He missed Kurt so bad. Kurt's lips were like silk...
Kurt.
He couldn't do this to Kurt.
Blaine pushed past Tyler and ran out of the shower.
How many more days could he stand?
James was worried.
He had been watching Blaine for the past two weeks. Blaine seemed nervous, agitated and...around. Around the house, around the country club. Even around campaign headquarters.
When was he screwing the Kurt kid?
If he wasn't fooling around, he could be getting strong again.
James shared his concerns with Phil.
"James, can I be honest with you?"
"Of course, always."
"I don't believe any of that voodoo, darkness, hocus pocus bullshit. I know you believe it about your dad and about Blaine but, honestly, I think it's all shit. There's nothing going on with Blaine. You and Elaine simply spoiled his ass too much so, he throws these little temper tantrums and gets all moody and you think it's some kind of magic." Phil laughed.
James was alarmed. "Phil...you didn't know my dad. It's not bull..."
Phil cut him off. "James, wake up! Your father was simply an outstanding politician. He was one of the best. It had nothing to do with anything else. Honestly James, you're smarter than this. Blaine's just a spoiled shit like most kids. Just leave him to me. I'll handle him."
James sighed. He really didn't feel like dealing with Blaine.
"Okay Phil. You take care of him."
Phil smiled. "It will be a pleasure."
OMG, please review. I need it in order to keep going. This story has been unbelievably challenging. Between writing in 3rd person and trying to keep the characters from telling me what to do – none of them agree – I'm losing it! Reviews keep me sane.