"I wasn´t aware that I ever allowed you to stay here, yet there are disgusting smelling body wash in my bathroom, tasteless clothes shattered all across my room and a ton of beer bottles in my fridge. And worst of all there is you, splayed across my couch with that annoying smirk of yours as if you owned the place."
These words was spoken on a late, Friday afternoon and to anyone else, it would seem as if though this was a start of a fight, but to knowing ears it was clear that there was no danger what so ever. So Blaine kept his careless pose in the sofa, his head hanging from the armrest, giving him a upside-down image of Kurt, his head tilted to the side, his lips quirked into a mock stern expression and his hip sassily bent to the side, his hand resting on it with attitude.
"Ah come of it, sweetie, you love my body wash, don´t think I don´t notice you sniffing me when you least get the chance." Blaine said with a wink, flashing Kurt a charming grin.
"Pfft, dream on." Kurt huffed with a small smile that was soon fading as his eyes widened and Kurt abruptly turned around as the other boy sat up on the couch, the quilt that was once covering him now slipping down, revealing his naked torso and toned thighs.
"And put some clothes on for fuck´s sake." He added as he made his way to the kitchenette, a blush creeping up his face. He started fumbling with the dishes, drying the already dry plates and managing to put the dirty cups in the cupboard.
"For the sake of fucks? Well in that case I´ll just keep them off." Blaine said, and Kurt could hear the wink that followed and he hated him, and himself for wanting to turn around. He grabbed hold of the edge of the counter, his hands clenching on for dear life to keep himself from doing so.
Blaine, still sitting in the couch turned around to watch the boy that was standing frozen by the sink, his shoulder square and so tense they were practically up by his ears. He chuckled silently at the boy but didn´t tease him further. He knew how uncomfortable he was around these kind of things, even though he had grown quite comfortable with Blaine. It was funny really how things had turned out. Blaine had been living here, (or crashing here, depends on who you ask) since the day he had came in here and saved his life. At first it was merely a one night thing. He said he would stay one or two nights to make sure he wouldn´t do anything again. But as time passed, it ended with him just kind of staying there.
It was quite convenient, seeing as he didn´t have anywhere else to go, and even though Kurt would never admit it, Blaine thought he didn´t want him to leave. Now it had been two weeks and he had made himself comfortable to say the least. Hence him lying in only boxer-shorts in the boy´s couch. Which he probably shouldn´t, he thought as Kurt was still standing tense as a board a few feet away fro m him. So he stood up, stretching his arms up in the air and yawning loudly. Then he took the jeans closest to him and put them on before he started looking for his shirts. When he didn´t find any he took a green one lying across the table that was far to small to be his, and put it on. And indeed. It was as tight as a glove. It was Kurt´s he stated in his mind, he had seen him wear it the other day, and he could smell the sweet scent of the boy on the material. God he smelled good, he thought as he made his way to Kurt now fully dressed. When he was behind him he put a hand on his shoulder.
"I´m decent now, love. You can stop clenching the counter to death now." He started but was soon cut of as his hand made contact with the boy´s shoulder and he jumped teen feet in the air in chock with a frightened scream.
"WAAH! S-shit!" Kurt exclaimed breathlessly, turning around and staring wide-eyed at Blaine who had his hands in the air in a defensive stance. He released the wavering breath he was holding when he saw him.
"D-Don´t do that!" He hissed, one hand settling on his own chest to ease his racing heart and the other fanning his face. Blaine lowered his hands and flashed another smirk.
"What? Take my clothes on? I´ll take them off again if it makes you so uneasy." He said with a wink trying to lighten the mood once he was assured that there wasn´t any immediate damage.
"Shut up, I mean don´t sneak up on me like that, I almost fainted for fucks sake." He said taking a few steps back to make some distant between them. That was quite a habit of his, Blaine pondered. Whenever he got too close, he would discreetly move away which was something Blaine wasn´t used to. He was used to people wanting to be close to him, people advancing on him rather then retreating. It was quite hard for him to adjust to this change, it came naturally to him to touch and come close so he often forgot that Kurt didn´t appreciate it.
But as he stood there, just a few steps away from him, he could feel the appeal, the attraction, something wanting to pull closer rather then back away as he had to do these past two weeks. To be honest, he hadn´t get laid in all this time, and every pore of his body wanted nothing else to pull the boy closer, to push him back at that counter-top and press himself close to him, locking his small, slender body between his arms by placing them on either side of him, so that he couldn´go anywhere. And he would press his hips forward to collide with Kurt´s tiny ones, to grind against him in a lazy, hot pace until he couldn´t take it anymore and lift the small body up on the counter, take those baggy jeans off and reveal the pale thighs that he knew hid underneath, to kiss and bite that tender neck until there is marks all over and then take his small but full ass of his and just... Argh shit..
He suddenly woke up from his lusting daze and saw himself reflect in those big blue eyes. He looked down and saw himself having his hands on either side of the boy, locking him between his arms as he had his hands on the counter-top, just as he had imagined. He tared himself from the attachment and took a few steps back, taking in the heavily cautious expression on the brunette, his large, scared eyes that was wavering and filled with yet unshed tears, his slightly parted lips that was quivering with chocked fear. Blaine slowly started to shake his head, trying to prove his innocence that they both knew wasn´t existent. Then he laughed nervously and cleared his throat.
"Again with the sakes of fucks! You can´t get enough can you? Heh. Yeah well... Wouldn´t want you to faint and fall on that pretty face of yours, so I´ll just..." He made a hand motion to the door with a not so convincing smirk on his face to hide his nervousness. He looked at the boy who had yet to move, still frozen with fear in front of him. "Yeah I´ll just go..." He said and hastily made his way out the front door, slamming the door shut as he took a run for it, not allowing himself to stop because he doubted he would be able to keep himself from going back in there and doing the exact same thing over again. His attraction to those blue eyes and delicate hands was just too much for him to handle. He needed to do something. He needed to get laid. Yes. That was good. He was just horny, he just needed to get the horniness out of his system, then everything would go back to normal.
Kurt suddenly came to life as he heard the front door slam closed, shaking the entire apartment in the process. He looked around and found himself alone. He looked down, his vision clouded and blurry with fear and unshed tears. He tried moving, flexing his hands and lifting them slightly in front of him, looking at them as they was trembling violently. He lowered them again and with that let his entire body slide down the wall of the counter, sitting down on the floor, hugging his quivering legs and leaning his suddenly heavy head on his knees. He closed his eyes and tried to compose himself but he couldn´t manage to get that look out of his head. Those deep hazel eyes so clouded with that hungry, almost predatory look. He had seen it so many times before but not in those eyes. And that was what made him so confused. Because somehow, how incredible it may be, he had come to trust that green gaze, to be honest, he had felt safe with him since he first saw him. When he first heard his voice that night when he took his place in that backseat with those disgusting guys. He just couldn´t come to terms with the fact that the first person he have felt safe with for four years now gave him that look that made him quiver with fear to his very bones.
He didn´t want to visualize Blaine doing those things. Didn´t want to know what it felt like, having him touch him, having him breath into his ear whispering thing he didn´t want to hear. He could see, in his eyes what Blaine had wanted with him. He could practically feel the other boy´s, or man´s pulse quickening. He could hear the heavy breathing and taste his lust and smell that warm, earthy scent that was him.
He was ashamed, because it felt as if though he could have done something to prevent it from happening. He should have left the room when he got dressed, he shouldn´t have noticed his naked chest to begin with. He should have distanced himself further from him as he grew close, he shouldn´t have just stood there like a stupid idiot. He shouldn´t have put himself in that position at all. It was his fault, really. He had provoked him, pushed him into a situation that could have been avoided. It was his fault!
You deserved it. You asked for it. You know you wanted it.
Hissing words started ringing in his ears. Devilish reminders of all those years ago. He knew that he only had himself to blame. Why would he even let Blaine stay? It was like asking for this to happen. He could have just kicked him out to begin with and this wouldn´t have happened. He brought this upon himself. The mean words became louder now, judging him and pressing the never ending mantra into his head. He knew it was somewhat true. Somewhere deep inside, he felt like he wanted those big course hands to touch him. That was why he was so confused. Because he wanted it. Yet he didn´t.
He latched his hands up to his head, clutching his hair and tugging harshly as he tried to pry the thoughts out of his head, but they only kept going. He felt so disgusting and dirty. He shouldn´t feel these things. Feeling those things is what makes you get into that kind of situations. It´s because you are a disgusting and filthy whore that makes these things happen. It´s your own fault. It´s you. It´s always you. You deserve this pain. You deserve to suffer like you do. You deserve to feel like this you filthy fucking whore!