"Did I miss it?" Kurt asks, sitting bolt upright as he tries to untangle himself from the sheets.
"No," Blaine smiles as he sets a plate and mug down on top of the nearest box. "Relax. It's still early, you have plenty of time. I made you breakfast."
He hands him a plate of pancakes and drops a kiss into his adorably messy bed hair before sitting next to him and running a hand over his leg.
"Someone found the pans then," Kurt notes as he digs in gratefully.
"I may or may not have been up for two hours," Blaine says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought about waking you with a blowjob, but I figured you'd need some sustenance for your classes."
Kurt pauses, fork halfway to his mouth as he thinks about it. "Blowjobs are always welcome," he shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips. "But waking up to breakfast in bed...in our apartment...made by my boyfriend, the boyfriend I live with...yeah. Kinda awesome." And then his smile bursts forth, lighting up his whole face and proving irresistible to Blaine who takes his face in his hands and kisses him hungrily.
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah," Kurt breathes nervously as he smooths his hands over his jacket. "Is this... Do you think... Do I look okay?"
"You look perfect," Blaine says as he pulls him close.
"I wish it were cold enough for the coat," Kurt moans, "then I could feel like you were with me all day long."
"Do you mean the mid length cashmere trench coat in pale gray melange?" Blaine teases. "It'll be fall soon, and you can wear it again. In the meantime, give me your wrist."
"What?"
Blaine reaches in his pocket, then taking Kurt's wrist, fixes a small comedy tragedy mask charm to his bracelet. "To wish you luck," he says quietly, shy as ever when giving Kurt a gift.
"It's beautiful, but you didn't..."
"Have to. I know, I know. But guess what?"
"You wanted to."
"Correct. Come on. I want to walk my beautiful boyfriend to his first day at college."
They walk hand in hand the short distance to the university campus, and manage to successfully navigate to the correct building for Kurt's first acting class with plenty of time to spare. A few other students are milling about, and Blaine feels Kurt shrinking into his side as he realises they all know each other already.
"You'll be fine," Blaine whispers into his hair. "Go say hi. Introduce yourself."
"I can't."
"You can. I'll wait here. Go." He gives him a small nudge and watches as Kurt approaches the group nervously, fiddling with the bracelet around his wrist as he talks. One girl reaches out, gesturing to his bag and Blaine smiles as Kurt's face lights up and the words "Burberry smoked plaid leather..." reach his ears, and he knows all will be well. He stands, hands in pockets as he takes in his surroundings, smiling politely at a student as he approaches.
"Hey. So, are you the new theatre professor? I need to talk to you. The sub last week set us this assignment and I..."
"Um...no," Blaine laughs, embarrassed as he rubs the back of his neck. "That's not...I'm not...um..."
"He's my boyfriend," Kurt comes to his rescue, offering his hand to the bewildered young man. "Hi. I'm Kurt Hummel. Today is my first day, and this is my boyfriend, Blaine Anderson, completely not a student or professor."
"Oh! Hi! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," the young man gushes, pushing a mop of sandy brown hair away from his eyes. "I just...assumed," he says as he gestures to the bow tie and vest Blaine is wearing. "Sorry. Joe, by the way! I'm Joe." he offers his hand to each of them in turn, still apologizing profusely no matter how many times Kurt and Blaine reassure him that it's fine. "So you're new?" he asks Kurt with interest. "That's cool. We've not done much in the first few weeks anyway. I'm sure you'll catch up."
"Yeah, we just moved into our apartment yesterday," Kurt says with more than a hint of pride.
"Oh, so you're really together, together," Joe says.
"Yep." Blaine proudly puts his arm around Kurt's shoulders and pulls him closer. "Completely."
"Cool. My girlfriend went to Texas, so we'll see what happens there I guess," Joe laughs. "Oh. Here comes Adam. I'd better introduce you," he sighs- though Kurt can tell he isn't exactly thrilled at the prospect. "He's British."
"Oh, hello," Adam says brightly as he smiles at Blaine. "Are you the new professor?"
"Uh no. I'm...um..."
"My boyfriend." Kurt's icy tone and glare have Joe taking a small step backwards as he lets the scene unfold.
"Oh. I see," Adam says, eyeing Kurt appreciatively before looking back to Blaine. "You seem kind of old."
"You don't look so young yourself, mate," Blaine spits as his arm tightens possessively around Kurt's shoulders.
"Mature student, like yourself," Adam smiles tightly.
"I'm not, actually. Been there, done it. Graduated with a first class degree in Music and Music theory from NYU."
"Oh."
"Joe, it was a pleasure meeting you," Blaine says politely as he shakes the young mans hand. "I hope to see you again sometime." He flicks a glance to Adam but says nothing, then kisses Kurt full on the lips. "I love you, gorgeous boy. Have a fantastic day. I'll be thinking of you."
"Love you too, professor," Kurt whispers with a tiny laugh. "That's totally hot, by the way," he says as he tugs playfully at Blaine's vest.
Blaine walks slowly away, happy to see Adam has already moved to annoy another group. He raises a hand over his shoulder to wave goodbye.
"Blaine!"
He turns, continuing to walk but backward now as he looks at Kurt.
"I'll see you at home."
Blaine's face breaks out into a broad grin at Kurt's words, a grin which Kurt matches as he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. Turning with a skip, Blaine hears Kurt laugh out loud behind him, and returns home to wait.
"Hi honey, I'm home!" a weary but happy Kurt calls out. "Wow." He steps into the large, open plan kitchen and living area to find it transformed and Blaine setting a lasagna on the table triumphantly.
"I got busy."
"So I see," Kurt smiles as he looks around him. Only two boxes remain, other than that the entire place is pristine. "Now we just need to rearrange the furniture and we'll be all set."
"Oh no you don't, mister," Blaine laughs. "I mean, you can, if you really want, but right now I need you to call your dad and then my mom to tell them how you got on. Then it's dinner time and you can tell me everything."
"Did they call then?"
"Did they call? Hmmm. Did they call? They've plagued me all day with calls and texts. My mom even went so far as to send me an email- which Cooper got instead, prompting him to call too. But you can text him later."
Kurt laughs, filled with affection for his family as he dials. After reassuring Burt several times that he was safe on the streets of Chicago, and telling Sara Anderson repeatedly that he and Blaine are eating okay, he hangs up the phone and sits at the table.
"So," Blaine says as he sets his dinner down.
"So."
"How was it?"
"Good. Mostly. Yeah. I enjoyed it. I stayed with Joe most of the day. He's really nice, and he introduced me to a few others. Adam is a complete jerk though."
"Oh thank god," Blaine rushes out. "I was so worried you'd come home and tell me he was actually an amazing guy or something."
"No," Kurt says, in such a surly manner that Blaine laughs at his youth. "Guy's a jerk. Plus he was salivating over you."
"He was not! He was just trying to suck up for a better grade. Once he looked at you, however..."
"Well he can dream on. Ugh. He's all... British."
"You can't just generalize an entire nation!" Blaine laughs. "Jonathan's British- and he's not an idiot."
"True," Kurt muses with a smile. "Anyway. Joe asked me to a bar on Friday. Can we go?"
"We?"
"Yes... You and me," Kurt clarifies.
"Um... You go. I'm good."
"What? No. I don't want to go without you."
"Kurt...these are your friends. Your age. Our age difference may not matter to us, but I highly doubt a group of eighteen and nineteen year olds are gonna want a guy of thirty three dragging along with them."
"But I want you there," Kurt says in a small voice. "I want these people to meet you, I want you to meet them. Please? If you feel uncomfortable we can come home."
Blaine sighs. "Okay. But if I feel uncomfortable, I am coming home. Not you."
"Will you dance with me?" Kurt asks.
"Will you behave?"
"Absolutely not."
"Then of course I will."
They both laugh at this, and then Blaine's strong hand is covering Kurt's own as he looks into his eyes. "Are you happy?"
"What? Of course I am. You know that, don't you?"
"I think you are, yes," Blaine smiles. "But you know...we've never really talked about why you wanted to leave New York, we just decided to come here instead. I'd have done it you know, I'd have lived there with you."
"I know," Kurt nods as he pushes his plate to one side. "The few days before you arrived...I just...felt so unsettled. Truth be told, it wasn't the place, or the people- or even the roommates," he smiles. "But there is always a piece of me missing when I'm not near to you. I thought about it long and hard, I really did. And I reasoned that even if you wouldn't move here with me, it was still close enough for one or other of us to travel each weekend. I could survive seeing you only on weekends. It wouldn't be my choice, of course- my choice is this. But just like you could have done New York for me, I would have done that for us because...because we just need each other, don't we? I can't explain it any better, I'm sorry."
"We do. I agree," Blaine says with a squeeze to his hand.
"What about you? Why did you change your mind?"
"The exact same thing. We need each other. I remember sitting at my piano, writing this song and I just suddenly asked myself why I was doing this to us? Not to me, or you, but us. And that's what hit me the most I guess. I think of us, not you and I. I don't know when that started, maybe it was instantaneous, maybe it was gradual, I don't know. But there it was. Imprinted on my mind as clear as day. I've never told you this, but Will Schuester talked with me, way back before you graduated. He told me I was looking back, when I should be looking forward. When we met, I had just turned thirty one. I was in a position to meet someone, move in together, marry, have kids...all of that. A lot of people, by the time their thirties hit, are tied down to someone. But although I always wanted that, we weren't in a position to start any of that together. Nearly three years on, I realized that we were. Rachel gave me the kick I needed, when she told me that you had always envisaged it being just us living together in New York. I figured you thought I'd have my own place, or the four of us would live together. And sitting there, that day, I realized what a fool I was. I had waited patiently all this time for us to be able to start our future, and now I was the only one holding that back."
"What was the song?" Kurt asks with a smile.
"I'll tell you when you're older," Blaine answers with a wink.
"Is it for me? Play it."
"The piano isn't arriving until next week," Blaine says as he artfully avoids the kick to his shin.
"C'mere," Kurt calls as Blaine loads the dishwasher. He rinses his hands and drying them on a dish towel, goes to him, settling on his lap and wrapping his arms around Kurt's neck.
"Well this is new," Blaine comments. "It's usually the other way around. You hold me in bed, I hold you in chairs. That's just how it goes."
"You're not very receptive to change, are you?" Kurt teases as he holds Blaine close. "Just be quiet while I talk. I know you're used to that, so it shouldn't be too much of a challenge."
"True."
"So... Thank you. I guess that's what I want to say more than anything. Thank you for having enough faith in us to overcome your fears for us. And also sorry. I've never apologized...for most things, actually, because I find it difficult. But I've never apologized for running out on you that night. I shouldn't have done, and it plays on my mind. I know we're good, I know you're not expecting or needing to hear me say it, but what I did was cruel, and I'm sorry."
"Kurt...you don't need to say sorry. We both wanted it, we both consented and it wasn't some frenzied quick fling in the back of a car or something. I know the circumstances surrounding it were sad, but I had actually never felt more connected to you than I did in that moment. God knows I adore the teasing, the fire and the passion but...that night...the care and time that we took to be with one another...it was beautiful. So please, don't apologize for the way in which we love one another. We needed each other in that moment, nothing else would have sufficed. And although we weren't ready to reconcile completely, I think it was still an important step, because in a weird way, it gave us both hope."
"So...if I ask you to take me to bed right now...?"
"I'd say the dishes can wait until morning," he says as he takes Kurt's hand and leads him to the bedroom.
"No...let me," Kurt whispers, voice sultry and low as he stops Blaine's hands on his buttons. "Let me undress you. Let me touch you, taste you. Give yourself to me."
Blaine shivers in anticipation, feeling a small thrill at the way in which Kurt can still get his heart racing with his words alone. His hands rest loosely on Kurt's waist as he slowly works open the buttons on Blaine's shirt, pushing it from his shoulders and letting it fall softly to the floor. He runs his hands almost reverently over Blaine's strong shoulders, down his arms and then up to his chest, darkened by hair that Kurt stoops to nuzzle into. He licks broad strips across each nipple, smiling when he hears Blaine's breath catch in his throat, then kisses his way up, along his jaw until he reaches his lips.
So many kisses have been shared but each one still holds the ability to make them gasp with pleasure, and moan softly as their tongues join and hands move to frame faces and tug gently at hair. Kurt removes the rest of Blaine's clothing, then his own, and as they settle on the bed on their sides facing each other, Kurt reaches out to trail a finger lightly along Blaine's collar bone.
"I don't think I'll ever tire of your beauty," he whispers, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"Oh please," Blaine scoffs, though he keeps his voice low. "When I'm old and gray and you're still young, fit and nubile you'll have to remember that once upon a time you found me attractive."
"No, when you're gray you're going to look even more handsome and distinguished than you already do," Kurt corrects as he leans to kiss him deeply. He rolls on top of him, smoothing his hands over his strong shoulders as he does so. "And I'm always gonna find you attractive you silly fool," he smiles against his lips as he feels Blaine relax under him.
Falling onto his side again, Kurt gestures for Blaine to spoon in front of him, pulling him close and dropping a soft kiss to his shoulder before Blaine feels a slick finger trailing down his crack.
"Sneaky," he gasps out as he feels Kurt smiling against his back.
"I located and stashed the lube under the pillow before I left this morning," Kurt acknowledges as he presses his finger to Blaine's entrance. "I need to be inside you. I need to feel you surrounding me."
Blaine moans at this, pushing himself back onto Kurt's hand a little more and groaning in contentment as he feels himself being stretched wide. "Own me," he whispers, face buried into the pillow and words so quiet that Kurt wonders if he's misheard.
"What? You want..."
"I want you to claim me," he clarifies. "Own me. Take me as yours."
"Oh that's... Yeah," Kurt breathes as he slides another finger into Blaine's tight ass. "That's really hot." He runs his other hand up Blaine's chest, caressing his throat before pushing his head back to an almost uncomfortable angle until it rests on Kurt's shoulder and he can lean over to reach his neck. "You want me to mark you?"
"Oh god yes," Blaine whimpers, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.
"Where? Here?" Kurt asks, scraping his teeth just above his collar bone. "Or here?" he asks, moving higher so his mouth rests just below Blaine's jaw. "Where everyone will see? Where everyone will know that you're mine?"
"Yes...there...fuck!" he cries out as Kurt bites sharply into the soft skin and pushes a third finger into his ass simultaneously, clutching Blaine tight around the waist to stop him from writhing around.
Kurt hears the sharp intake of breath from Blaine, the hiss of pain as he bites deeper but then soothes with his tongue, sucking, pulling and aggravating the soft flesh until a large dark purple bruise stands out starkly against his skin.
"You..." Blaine rambles as he reaches around to tug at Kurt's thigh. "Need you..."
And Kurt happily obliges, pushing deep inside Blaine before he stills, breathing hard and trying not to become overwhelmed. "Shit," he moans softly before pushing Blaine's head back onto his shoulder once more. "So tight. And perfect." With one hand loosely around Blaine's throat, and the other holding him tight around the waist, he snaps his hips back and forth, working his mouth over Blaines neck and shoulder all the while, filling him repeatedly and making Blaine weak with desire.
"Oh god Kurt...yes!" Blaine's words are gasped out, his body twisted almost to the point of pain but the pleasure of Kurt owning this, controlling the situation and controlling him precedes it, as the arm across his waist moves lower and Kurt starts to stroke his aching cock in time with his thrusts. "Kurt...so good," Blaine moans, his whole body burning with want as he hears Kurt's breath coming in short ragged gasps and knows he's close. "Fuck me baby, go on. Take me."
"Yes...Blaine," Kurt pants as his thrusts drive deeper and harder. "My Blaine..." He sinks his teeth into Blaine's shoulder one last time as his whole body shudders his release and he moans quietly, and still buried deep inside Blaine's heat he carries on stroking his cock, bringing his boyfriend closer and closer to the edge.
"Talk to me Kurt," Blaine begs brokenly.
"Go on, Blaine," Kurt whispers into the shell of his ear. "Come for me. Do you feel my come inside you, baby? Filling you up? Making you mine?" The only response being a deep, lust filled moan, Kurt withdraws, pushing two fingers right into Blaine's stretched hole, gathering his own come and shoving them deep into Blaine's mouth, who hums appreciatively.
"More."
"Yeah? You like that?" Kurt asks as he repeats the action. "You like tasting me?"
"Wanna come in your mouth then kiss you," Blaine moans as he laps at Kurt's fingers. "Please."
Kurt sinks down around him and Blaine is coming in seconds, hips thrusting, pushing himself as far into Kurt's mouth as he can as he spills repeatedly before Kurt's mouth is on his, tongue pushing, swirling, letting Blaine taste every bit of himself as it mingles with the taste of Kurt and he falls back wearily against the pillows, an exhausted, quivering mess.
"Fuck."
"You're such a gentleman," Kurt teases as he falls into Blaine's arms. "You tell me you want to come in my mouth, but never forget to add a please."
"I like to be polite," he shrugs with a grin.
"So this is really a thing for you, huh?" Kurt asks as he trails a finger absentmindedly over Blaine's chest.
"What?"
"The being claimed thing."
"Yes... No. I don't know really. It's you. I like you to take control. I like to feel you owning me, I like to give myself to you like that."
"Can I ask why? Don't get me wrong," Kurt rushes on. "It's hot. I like...I like to be the one who is making you feel stuff, making you come apart like that. I just wondered...why."
"Because..." Blaine muses for a while, fingers dancing over the smooth skin of Kurt's back as he searches for the right words. "Because that side of you is for me, and no one else. We...explored together. We continue to do so, but for a while...when we first started out, it was a case of me holding back as best I could while I showed you stuff. The fact that I was all your firsts still fills me woth awe. You were this shy, nervous boy who didn't even like to say the word sex...and now you're this...this amazingly sexy man who has the ability to make me come apart in seconds if you so choose...who holds so much power... And I see it. I see it in the way you hold yourself, the way you converse with people. This confidence. And just under the surface...the part that no one can see except me, is this sex fiend."
Kurt laughs as he rolls onto his front, nudging against Blaine affectionately. "Sex fiend? Yeah, I'll take it. So... You wanna start calling me sir, or what?"
"Not a chance," Blaine chuckles. "Don't go getting any ideas just cause I like you to take control every once in a while. I'm still capable of handcuffing you to the balcony and fucking you into the middle of next week if I choose, and you'll just have to bend over and take it... What?" he asks as he takes in the sight of Kurt staring at him, mouth slightly agape.
"Um... Wow. Yeah."
"What?"
"I just... Fuck."
"You getting horny there again, gorgeous boy?" Blaine teases as he smooths a hand over Kurt's ass.
"Your fault," Kurt grumbles as he lets his head fall forward onto the pillow.
"So you like the idea of me doing that to you?"
"I like the idea of being at your mercy as much as you like giving yourself to me, it seems. And now I'm supposed to be going to sleep but all I can think is how good your mouth would feel around my cock."
Blaine drapes himself along the length of Kurt's body and kisses softly behind his ear. "Quick blow job then sleep," he whispers, shifting so Kurt can turn under him. "I'll walk you to class in the morning."
"I don't think you'll be leaving the apartment for a few days," Kurt says apologetically as he runs his finger over the bruised flesh of Blaine's neck, biting his lip as he watches him wince. "Sorry."
"I wanted it," Blaine smiles down at him. "And I want to walk you to class tomorrow. You may be a sex fiend, but you're mine and I like to take care of you," he says proudly.
"'Kay," Kurt grins, suddenly feeling his heart swoop with delight at Blaine's words. "I think I might have the best boyfriend ever, so I'll allow it," he concedes as Blaine moves lower.
A/N- Just to say thank you for all the lovely reviews so far. There won't be smutty happenings in every chapter, but they're excited to be in their own place :) Plot will be moving along swiftly!
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