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From the Inside Out

They were lying on Kurt's bed, shoes, socks and shirts gone, scattered on the floor. The quiet sounds of the main road several blocks away filtered through the windows, the otherwise silent and empty house giving a small creak now and again. The air was warm; they were warm, all limbs and sated comfort, tired but not all at the same time. Their noses brushed, dazed.

Kurt's eyes were closed, his fingertips tracing every line of his face so slowly, so delicately. Blaine stared at him, lips parted, awed. And Kurt felt.

He ran his fingers over each curl, each shape, letting it run from his knuckle to the tip, combing fingers through each one, counting them all in his head. He gently outlined his eyebrows, feeling the piercing stuck in one, the barbell curved toward him, round and warmed by his skin. His eyes came next, his lashes so long. They tickled the pads of his fingers, sensation making him shiver just a little. His eyes were so wide and round, so beautiful. He could feel the crinkles beginning to form from smiles, tears and rage just at the corners. His thumbs smoothed over his forehead, index finger sliding down to the tip of his nose. He followed the curve, the soft roundness of his face that melded into his cheekbones.

He cupped his cheeks, feeling the sharp angle of his jawline, the rough stubble covering it exciting his skin. He traced the shells of his ears, counting three more piercings in his inventory, hating himself for not doing this sooner.

"Kurt…"

He traced his lips then, the plump warmth of his lower lip and gentle slopes of the upper. Fingers carefully moved down to his neck, thumbing his Adam's apple so carefully. He was so soft, so damn warm. His pulse thudded rhythmically in a vein beneath his thumb, his life just…there.

"Blaine, can…" he whispered, unable to see the sheer wonder in Blaine's face while he looked at him. "Can I do this to…to the rest of you?"

"Touch me?" He asked, sound a soft puff of air that held so much more.

Kurt blushed to his ears, but nodded. "Yes…all…all of you."

Blaine met his lips, soft, dry and chaste. "Every inch of me is yours, Kurt. Inside, outside, everything, anything you want." Kurt kissed him again, slightly overwhelmed.

He straddled him between his legs, hearing his breath hitch and being so careful. "You alright?"

"Yeah…yeah, I'm fine." Blaine looked at this beautiful creature above him, trusting him with his heart and his body, something he'd never done with another living soul before. Something he never wanted to have to do again. He itched to touch Kurt's skin, to stroke and caress and even tease to watch him writhe and sweat and want. He wanted him splayed out and flushed and screaming and begging, wanted it hard and fast. But this…this was so much better.

It scared him, though, because Kurt was about to take him apart without even realizing it. The intimacy barely begun was going to get so much worse. It might even be overwhelming; he might have to ask him to stop. He simply didn't know.

Achingly slow, the light illuminating every pale inch of Kurt's torso, he leaned forward, the pads of his hypersensitive fingers just barely touching his clavicle, slowly dipping to splay his palms over his shoulders, feeling for each bone, each acre of skin. He moved to his chest then, fingers spread, counting each thrum of his heart and every breath he took. He found the outline of a scar, following it, expression giving over to pain trying to imagine what put it there. Blaine winced but didn't pull away, instinct telling him to, Kurt's tenderness saying it was okay. Everything would be okay.

Kurt's lips were folded, so focused, hands running memorizing and cataloguing each scar and muscle he found. Blaine arched up into his touch when Kurt touched his nipples, gasping aloud.

"Okay?" Kurt whispered, concerned.

"Y-Yeah, baby. Don't stop. Please, don't."

Kurt marveled at the skin beneath his hands, teasing by accident, feeling Blaine's breath hitch and tremble, hips squirming just a little. Kurt gently pushed his arms above his head, fingers dragging down the soft insides. He laced their fingers together, bringing his hands to his lips, kissing each finger, each knuckle, every scrape, callous and scar that was left there. He left a few equally as gentle pecks on his wrists before lying them back down on the bed.

Blaine couldn't breathe, staring up at him with misted eyes, feeling his entire body give over to him. Kurt kneaded his sides, felt his ribs expand and contract under his hands, gently holding his waist. He dipped his head, kissing his stomach.

"Here," Blaine whispered, lifting his hips and shimmying out of his jeans, smiling a little when Kurt helped tug them off.

"Blaine, you don't have to-"

"I told you, every inch of me," he assured. Kurt tried to breathe, knowing Blaine was completely naked underneath him. Vulnerable.

Kurt heard each gasp, each small, barely audible whimper as his hands continued to explore Blaine's body. With each sound he asked if it was alright, if being this close, if touching him was alright. And every time Blaine agreed to let his exploration of his body continue.

His chest clenched when Blaine rolled over, submitting himself further, letting him closer and deeper to his heart, to his soul than he'd ever let anyone. He trembled, just a little, his breaths breaking and erratic just for a moment.

"Blaine?" He whispered, touching his cheek. "Oh god, Blaine, don't cry. What's wrong? What-? I'll stop. We're done, I'm so sorry-"

"No, no, I…it's a lot. It's just so much. My chest feels like it's gonna cave in and if my heart beats any faster I might go into cardiac arrest, but goddammit, Kurt, don't stop touching me. Don't ever stop, please." Kurt leaned down, his chest pressing against his back when he kissed him. Blaine kissed back almost desperately, smiling weakly against his lips. "Please."

Kurt kissed the nape of his neck and his shoulders, pecking across his shoulders and gently massaging the small of his back, fingers butterfly soft. His lashes tickled his skin, body pressed against him. So warm and close.

"Blaine, do you…would you want to…?" He trailed off, trying to find the words and stop blushing.

"Only if you do, baby," he breathed.

"If you do…"

Blaine was unbearably tender, guiding Kurt through everything slowly, helping him with the lubricant and easing him open, gentle and lost in each other. "Are you sure?" Kurt breathed, flushed and slicked with sweat, positioned to enter him, but hesitating. Blaine sat up, pushing himself from the bed to kiss him, tasting skin and sweat.

"All of me, baby. Take me."

Kurt's arms were wrapped around his back, Blaine clinging to his shoulders and gasping against his neck. He shuddered softly in his arms, knees clenching his sides to urge him along.

"Oh god, Blaine, oh my god!" Kurt squeaked, breathless. "Blaine, hmmn."

"Harder, baby, harder. Please." They were tangle of limbs, sweat, saliva and moans, desperately clawing at each other just to stay close. "I love you," Blaine sobbed. Kurt dove for his lips in the dark, wound so tight, trusting him so much.

"I love you too."

Blaine was absolutely undone, curls sweaty and stuck to his forehead, lips parted, chanting Kurt's name over and again.

"Blaine, god, what…oh, I'm gonna, oh!"

"It's okay, baby, it's okay," he breathed, foreheads pressed together, close himself. They were kissing, licking, biting and touching any skin they could reach, bruising and marking each other, Kurt's hips moving so fast he was sure he'd hurt him but neither of them cared.

The air was hot, their skin on fire, dripping and sliding together, friction impossible. Blaine clutched wildly at Kurt's wrist, guiding him to his aching arousal desperately, whimpering when he started pumping in an erratic rhythm.

"Kurt, oh, KURT! FUCK!" He released, spilling over his hand, holding Kurt's face while he rode out his overly sensitive body, shuddering.

"Yes!" He choked, lights popping in the dark, heart thudding in his ears.

Everything slowed down again.

The sloppy kisses while they each caught their breaths, laughing for no other reason than to release more energy they didn't have, the gentle pecks that took away each other's tears shed because they simply couldn't be happier. The shower holding each other, cradling faces and squeezing tight was lazy and sleepy, drying each other off and kissing for another ten minutes before Blaine dozed standing up and they decided to get back into bed, curled and laced within each other, noses touching.

Kurt had forgotten, maybe just for tonight, that someone else had tried to touch him as Blaine just had.

And his father's abuse was the furthest thing from Blaine's mind.

They fell asleep smiling at the other.

Not healed, but stronger.

A/N: More soon! Almost done...