Chapter 32

For the second time in a matter of weeks, Blaine stared at himself in the mirror. This time, the Armani suit was black with a black tie. His hair was trimmed super short again and gelled into place. He smiled.

Time for everyone else to say goodbye to Phil Williams.

He really wanted to skip the funeral and spend the day with Kurt. It had been one week and Kurt insisted he was feeling better. Blaine could make love to him as long as he was gentle. But, his mother expected him to attend and given her depressed mental state, he didn't want to give her a hard time.

And, then there was his father.

James had not said one word to Blaine since the fire. When they were in the same room together, he just stared at Blaine, his face expressionless. Blaine couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Either he knew his son had killed his best friend, he suspected it or, he was trying to figure out how he was going to deal with Blaine without Phil's help. Either way, Blaine was keeping an eye on him, just in case there was a firestorm building inside him, waiting to explode.

Blaine was also wondering when his father was going to Phil's condo. The funeral director had called and explained to James that a suit would not be necessary for the burial. It would be a closed casket. James had insisted on viewing what was left of the body but, the funeral director had flat out refused his request and told him it was absolutely out of the question. So, James had been procrastinating. The idea of packing up Phil's belongings depressed him. He wasn't ready to face it.

As they rode in the limousine to the church, Elaine gripped Blaine's hand tightly. She was taking Phil's death almost harder than his father. As they pulled up to the church, Blaine was disgusted. The place was packed. It was standing room only. All these people there to celebrate an asshole, lowlife like Phil Williams. Blaine felt the darkness in him swirling around in displeasure.

Blaine half-listened as his father stood up front and gave a tearful speech about his friend. As his father rambled on, Blaine started thinking about his grandfather. His grandfather had died when Blaine was a baby. He had been in his 50's. That was pretty young. He knew his grandmother had died exactly one month later. There had been something strange about her death but, he couldn't remember what. Then a thought hit him. People who knew his grandparents should still be alive. His grandfather's staff should still be around. Maybe he and Kurt could find someone who knew his grandfather intimately. He looked at his father. Who had been his grandfather's best friend?

After the funeral, the staff and close friends came back to the house for refreshments. Blaine hung out in the kitchen and eavesdropped on conversations, listening for any new details regarding the fire investigation. He wandered into the living room at just the right moment. James was talking to Meghan and Jack.

"The fire chief is coming over Monday evening to fill us in on the investigation. Hopefully we will learn the cause." James stopped talking when he saw Blaine. His face turned expressionless and he stared at him. Blaine stared back. They were locked in their staring contest until Meghan asked James a question.

Blaine went up to his room.

What was his father thinking?

Tyler laid on Mark's bed, naked, legs spread wide, in a high state of annoyance. He was watching Mark, pace back and forth talking about his new favorite subject: the Anderson headquarters fire.

"The way I see it, either one of two things went down. First, the campaign needs money. According to their last financial filing, they are down, like 60% from where they were during Anderson's last re-election campaign. They could have burned down the building for the insurance money."

Tyler sighed irritably. "That doesn't make any sense. Why would they burn down the building with that guy inside? That guy who died was the campaign manager and like, Anderson's best friend or something."

"I think he set the fire and it got out of hand and he got trapped." Mark pondered this for a moment. "Or, my other theory is that it was revenge. Some pissed off person wanted to teach Anderson a lesson. Politicians have lots of enemies."

Tyler rolled his eyes. Honestly. He just couldn't win with men. Now that he had settled for just getting fucked instead of loved, he couldn't even get fucked. He should just become a monk. Mark kept talking.

"Or maybe...it was closer to home...maybe someone on the campaign did it." Mark narrowed his eyes, his mind working overtime. "I wonder where Anderson's kid was when the fire started..."

Tyler looked up.

Blaine?

Tyler's mind worked fast. The fire happened the day of the canceled tennis match. Blaine had left to find Kurt. He had told Tyler that if anyone asked, he was still at the country club.

Why would he ask Tyler to lie?

Tyler looked at Mark. He made his voice casual.

"Well, it certainly wasn't Blaine."

"How do you know?"

"He was with me at the country club. The tennis match was canceled due to rain so, we hung out and talked and had lunch. He was there all morning."

Mark looked disappointed. Damn. That would have been a great story. Then he had another thought. Maybe Blaine's boyfriend, Kurt. No. Kurt wasn't the type. Too nice and sweet and innocent. He wouldn't know how to start a fire.

"Enough with the CSI, journalist crap." Tyler lay back on the bed and spread his legs as wide as possible. "Are you going to fuck me or do I have to go find someone else?"

Mark forgot all about the Anderson fire. He smiled lustfully at Tyler.

"Oh, yeah. I'm definitely gonna fuck you."

As Mark climbed on top of him, Tyler thought about Blaine.

Don't worry Blaine, your secret is safe with me.

The next day, Blaine watched Kurt dancing around the Hummel-Hudson kitchen. He recognized this dance. It was Kurt's, I really, really want something big, dance. Kurt was hyper and talking fast, working up his courage to ask Blaine for whatever it was he wanted. Blaine thought it was the cutest, most adorable thing ever but, he didn't understand Kurt's hesitation. Anything Kurt wanted, Blaine would give it to him. He decided to end Kurt's performance. It was turning him on and despite Kurt's insistence that his body was healed enough for sex, Blaine had decided they should wait one more week.

"All right Kurt. What is it you want?"

"What makes you think I want anything?"

Blaine walked over and slid his arms around Kurt's waist.

"Because, I know you. Because you belong to me and I recognize this mood. So, tell me what you want so I can go buy it for you." He kissed him softly on the lips.

"Well...it's not exactly something you can buy. Well, actually, it is but, it's more something I want to do."

Blaine kissed him again. This time longer and more passionately. "What do you want to do?"

Kurt took a deep breath. "I want to go to Cincinnati to the Aronoff Center to see Wicked. We could go for the weekend. We could see the show on Friday and that Saturday, there's something called the GayDay Party at the Contemporary Art Museum. It's supposed to be this amazing, huge party and celebration of art by gay artists. The museum is like, right across from the Aronoff and there's this cute boutique hotel we can stay at that's across from the Aronoff too. Everythings on one block."

Kurt said all of this in a rush, never taking a breath. Blaine laughed.

"Is that all you want?"

"Well...if we go, I want to go shopping for something new to wear to the party. Can we go? Please?"

Blaine smiled. Kurt looked like a little boy asking for ice cream before dinner.

"And you think your dad is going to let you go away with me for the weekend? I know we were gone for a week before but, that was totally different. This is like a...lover's weekend."

"He already said yes."

Blaine was surprised. Knowing Burt trusted him made him feel good. He would definitely make sure nothing happened to Kurt ever again.

"Well?" Kurt asked hopefully.

"Well... I guess I'd better go online and buy our tickets for the show."

Kurt clapped his hands and jumped up and down.

Blaine laughed. God, he loved him.

That evening, Blaine positioned himself in the living room with his iPad, researching Cincinnati and waiting for the fire chief to arrive. He definitely wanted to hear what he had to say. As he clicked around websites, he smiled at Kurt's timing. There was a Tiffany's store in Cincinnati. He could order Kurt's ring and pick it up while they were there. Maybe he would officially propose that weekend. That would be perfect.

The doorbell rang.

"Good evening. I'm Chief Daniels and this is arson Investigator Wilson. I believe your parents are expecting us."

Blaine let them in as James and Elaine came into the living room. James narrowed his eyes when he saw Blaine.

Once everyone was seated, James turned to Blaine. It was the first time he spoke to him in a week.

"You can leave."

"I'd like to stay."

James looked at him suspiciously. He was about to say something when Elaine spoke up.

"Of course, you can stay dear. You should stay."

Blaine sat back in his chair and gave his father a smug look. James looked pissed but turned his attention to the fire chief.

"Fine. Whatever. Chief, what can you tell us?"

"Well, as you know, these investigations usually take longer, especially when there's a death but, given your position and all, I sped things up a bit... as a favor to the mayor." He paused and looked uncomfortable.

James remained silent. Yes, he had called in a favor. What good was being a politician if you couldn't get special treatment?

"As of right now, we aren't exactly sure how the fire started. There's no sign of an accelerant like gasoline so, we are assuming someone purposely started it by using an ignition instrument. Perhaps a match or a lighter. But..." He glanced nervously over to the arson investigator. "There's something else we can't figure out."

"What?" asked James.

The arson investigator spoke up. "The heat of the fire doesn't make any sense. The temperature at which a fire burns is dependent upon the fuel. Everything burns at a different temperature. Based upon the type of stuff in the building, papers, computers, office furniture, the fire should not have reached the temperatures we've estimated. The reason why the building burned down completely is because the temperature of the fire...well...it was off the charts. It doesn't make sense."

Silence.

James slowly raised his eyes to look at Blaine. Blaine stared back. James looked away quickly.

"Is there anything else you can tell us?" asked Elaine. "I don't understand why Phil couldn't get out. Did it start on the third floor?"

"Yes."

Elaine looked at James. "What on earth would he have been doing on the third floor?"

James shrugged and said nothing.

The arson investigator was staring at James hard. Very hard. He had his own theory about this fire but, politics were getting in the way.

"Well," said the chief, "I'm sorry I don't have more to share with you. I'll let you know if we learn more. Oh! There is one strange thing we found in the rubble. It's out in my truck. I'll be right back."

The chief came back a moment later.

"I don't understand how on earth this survived. This is something that would burn at a very low temperature and yet, it's not even the slightest bit damaged."

It was the portrait of Congressman Jim.

Blaine and Pete started practicing again. Their match with the Granier twins had been rescheduled for that Saturday. Blaine's swings were still strong and powerful but, he asked Kurt to spend the night with him on Friday. He was hoping Kurt would be well enough for him to fuck him Friday night in preparation for Saturday. Plus, he wasn't taking chances. If Kurt spent the night, he could get up in the morning and go to the match with Blaine. Granted, Kurt should be safe now but, he still wasn't taking any chances.

As he and Pete wrapped up their practice on Friday, Blaine spotted Tyler in the viewing area.

"Hey."

"Hi."

Blaine looked at Tyler's face. The bruises were almost all gone, just like Kurt's. Blaine still felt a pang of guilt.

"Blaine...I need to ask you something."

"What's up?"

Tyler looked down nervously. He didn't say anything.

"Tyler, what's wrong? What is it?"

Tyler looked at him, his eyes fearful. He whispered.

"I know."

"You know what?"

"I know what you did."

"What are you talking about?"

Now, Tyler looked plain scared. He whispered. "I know you burned down your father's headquarters."

The darkness swirled around. Blaine's eye color deepened. He looked directly into Tyler's eyes.

"Tyler, I don't know what you are talking about. I was here with you, remember?"

Tyler nodded. "Yes. Don't worry. You were here with me."

Blaine stood up. "I'm not worried. Because I didn't do anything."

By the time Blaine arrived to pick up Kurt, he was in a dark mood. He wasn't worried about Tyler but he was feeling desperately aroused. It had been over two weeks since he and Kurt had done anything and he was hungry. When Kurt opened the door, he felt like jumping him. It didn't help that Kurt looked just as lustful as he felt.

"Are you ready?" For me to fuck the shit out of you.

"Yes." I am so ready for you to screw me to death.

As they entered Blaine's neighborhood, Kurt noticed the Park Hills Anderson sign.

"Wait a minute? Is this area named after your family?"

Blaine nodded. "My grandfather pulled strings and arranged for lucrative tax breaks for the developer. As a way of saying thank you, he added Anderson to the name. Park Hills Anderson."

Kurt started feeling anxious when they pulled on to Blaine's street.

"Is your mom home?"

"No. She's at my aunt's. She's been there a lot lately."

"What about your dad?"

"Don't know. Don't care."

When they got to Blaine's room, he locked the door and turned to Kurt. His eyes were black.

"I've missed you."

"Wait. What if your dad is home?"

"I don't care." Blaine started walking towards him. Kurt backed up.

"Blaine...isn't this dangerous? If your dad hears us..."

"I don't care."

"Blaine..."

Kurt was cut off by Blaine's mouth on his. He gave in to Blaine's hot kisses and his hand zipping down his pants and taking out his dick. Blaine fell to his knees and inhaled him, causing Kurt to fall back on the bed. Blaine's mouth was hot and powerful. Kurt tried to keep his moans quiet but, Blaine was purposely sucking him hard to make him loud. Kurt gave up and let out a loud cry. Blaine kept moving his mouth up and down, swirling his tongue. He slid three fingers into Kurt's tight hole all at once, forcing Kurt to scream. Fuck his father. He wanted Kurt loud. He kept twisting his fingers, making Kurt yell louder. He was desperately pushing against Blaine's fingers. Blaine stopped sucking and moved up to look at Kurt.

"Do you want me beautiful?"

"Yes...oh, please yes, yes, yes."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me master."

Blaine almost lost it but, he forced himself to control his desire. He had a new game for them to play.

"Are you sure beautiful? You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes...yes..."

"Well, I am fucking you. With my fingers. Is that what you want?"

Kurt was deliriously mad with desire. "No! I want you!"

"Be specific Kurt. Tell me what you want?"

"I want...I want your cock...in me."

"What do you want?" Blaine slid in a fourth finger and pushed harder.

"Oh! Ugh...uh...I want your cock ...oh please master."

Blaine pulled his fingers out and stood up. He released the control, immobilizing Kurt. Kurt wailed. This was torture. Saying it out loud had made him want it even more.

Blaine walked over to his desk for a moment and then returned. He picked Kurt up and moved him up higher on the bed. He kneeled in front of him and smiled. Kurt focused on Blaine's cock.

What was that?

"Wh-what is that?"

"A cock ring."

"What is it for?"

"It's so I can fuck you for hours."

Kurt inhaled deeply. Oh boy. It had only been two weeks. Was his body ready for this? Like he really cared.

Blaine rolled him over on to his stomach, bent his knees and slid into him slowly.

Kurt's body swallowed his cock eagerly. Oh, it had been so long. Kurt groaned at the sensation. It felt so good and so full and he was already thinking about how sore he was going to be when this was over.

Blaine was merciless to himself and to Kurt. The sensation of screwing Kurt and feeling the constant build up was overwhelming. He kept reaching the edge and not being able to fall over. That, combined with listening to Kurt's groans, was blowing his mind. Blaine's goal was to fuck Kurt senseless and to push himself to the point of sexual exhaustion.

Kurt surrendered to the relentless screwing. He was captive with no way out. Blaine reached around and grabbed Kurt's cock and started stroking furiously. It took Kurt a minute to realize what Blaine was really doing to him. Crap. He wasn't allowed to come.

"Blaine...ugh...stop...no...oh...no"

"Problem...Kurt..."

"Oh God...please...can I come?"

"No."

Blaine kept thrusting and stroking. Kurt was losing his mind.

"Blaine! Please...oh...please...please..."

"No." Blaine was pushing himself just as hard as he was pushing Kurt. The cock ring felt so tight. It was driving him mad.

"Blaine! Oh...please...please...master please..."

That did it. Blaine pulled himself out of Kurt, removed the ring and slammed back in. Kurt screamed. Blaine sped up his hand, stroking Kurt hard.

"Please master...please"

"Now, Kurt, now!"

They both erupted. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips and pulled him back hard on to his cock as he filled him with his cum. Kurt's cum shot forward, spilling on to the bed. They were both wailing and screaming each others name. Kurt fell flat on to the bed, not caring that his chest was now covered with his cum. Blaine fell on top of him. They lay there, trying to catch their breath. Finally, Kurt spoke in a breathless whisper.

"Oh...that was...

"Yeah...

"Blaine...I love you more than...more than...

"Yes Kurt...me too beautiful...me too..."

Down the hall, James Anderson sat on the floor of his bedroom, in a drunken stupor, glad that his son was fucking some girl...it was a girl...right? Sure sounded like a girl...