Bleeding Heart - Chapter 6

[I do not own Glee or any of its characters.]

(smut alert)

It was two weeks until Christmas and Kurt and Blaine were walking home hand in hand after another wild dinner at Rachel's house. Finn had tried his hand at recreating his mom's world famous eggnog but he somehow managed to turn their drinks into what tasted like a pure alcoholic froth. The result was a long evening of showtunes and Christmahanukah ballads by the fireplace and whether it was the rum or the warm blankets or the holiday spirit, Blaine was holding Kurt's hand tighter than usual in that fervent way, desperately, intoxicated by the smell of Kurt's skin, his tinkling laugh. With both their noses and cheeks red with the cold and drink, a sweet burning sensation rolled up between Blaine's knees as they turned the corner away from Finn and Rachel's block. There were twinkle lights in trees all the way home, and he couldn't help but almost stare Kurt in the face as they moved from streetlamp to streetlamp. As Kurt huffed into the winter night air, a cloud of steam curled away from his mouth as he smiled, babbling on about something or another. Blaine couldn't hear anything he was saying, he only whimpered at the thought of that warm breath on his face. After they had walked on for a few moments, Kurt finally stopped talking and stared back at Blaine as they continued down the street.

"You're awfully quiet," he started, a coy smile edging across his lips. "What are you thinking about?" Kurt asked.

Blaine inhaled deeply, his voice lowering, "Just you," he smiled back, mischievously.

"Oh yeah?" Kurt replied, in that practiced I-have-you-right-where-I-want-you way.

"My feet are really tired," Blaine lied, slowing down, eyeing the dark nooks between the rows of front steps evenly spaced apart between buildings. The street was quiet, except for another Christmas party a few buildings ahead of them, and the asphalt was wet with the snow that had already melted, it was warmer than usual for December. The hair on the back of Blaine's neck stood on end as another reel of excitement rolled through him.

"Well, why don't we stop, then?" Kurt whispered, radiating back the same hot energy from beneath his peacoat. The chains on his leather boots clicked together as Blaine tugged him gently to the dark corner between the staircases of one brownstone building and another.

As soon as Blaine's fingers grazed the cold brick, their mouths collided desperately in inky darkness. Kurt pushed him up hard against the rough wall. Blaine felt Kurt's fingers wind up the back of his neck as he pulled his face hard against his own, both of them gasping for breath as they slid tongues against tongues and dragged sharp teeth across swollen lips. Blaine pushed his entire body up against Kurt's as their legs became entwined and their hips connected, warm and hard. A tremor shook down through Kurt's body as Blaine's hand moved to the front of his tight designer jeans, teasing with the zipper. Blaine glossed his tongue down the side of Kurt's neck and ran his teeth across his skin back up to his ear, a low "mmm" buzzing from his chest.

"Have you been good this year?" Blaine whispered, dragging his teeth over Kurt's ear and sucking hard on his neck, making a soft moan erupt involuntarily from Kurt's open mouth.

"Yes," Kurt replied in the breathless, gravelly voice only Blaine could coax out of him.

"What do you want for Christmas?" Blaine whispered again, flipping around and pushing Kurt's back against the wall, his hand still toy gently with Kurt's zipper.

"You," Kurt breathed, his head leaning back against the wall as Blaine pushed his hips hard against him. "Mmmm" he hummed as Blaine slowly slid down against his body until he was kneeling in front of Kurt in the dark. Looking up sweetly at Kurt's hooded eyes, panting, Blaine slowly unzipped the front of his jeans and took Kurt's length into his mouth before it even had a chance to reach the night air. Kurt moaned quietly, one hand behind Blaine's head as his hot mouth rocked slowly back and forth around his cock and the other hand covering his own mouth to stifle his throaty groans. Blaine's lips and tongue slipped wetly around his shaft as he sucked Kurt deeper into him. Kurt could feel himself start to inch down Blaine's throat as he thrust slowly with their rhythm, he felt Blaine's throat tense around him instinctively and then relax as he let Kurt push farther in and out and in. Looking down, Kurt tilted his head to see his full length expand and push deeper into his boyfriend's throat, Blaine's neck bulging slightly with each warm thrust. Before he could help it, he was pacing faster and pushing Blaine's head hard against his cock as he began to buck into his mouth more uncontrollably, Blaine's lips brushing against his balls with each thrust, taking him in to the hilt as Blaine started humming that familiar low note and his vocal chords vibrated up his shaft. Kurt was about to shake to pieces.

"Blaine… Blaine!" he gasped, as Blaine's hands gripped Kurt's hips, pushing him as deep down his throat as he could possibly go. Kurt erupted, causing Blaine to gag at first and then submit as Kurt pushed his cock as far down his throat as it could go, filling him with white liquid heat. Blaine swallowed his cock hungrily taking him even deeper, finally gasping for air as Kurt's form subsided.

Blaine sucked him gently until all the slippery wetness was gone, clean, and he was soft in the cold winter air. Breathing in the cold smell of New York at night in the winter and Kurt's warm scent, Blaine delicately tucked Kurt's cock back into his jeans and slowly slid back up Kurt's shivering body, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before kissing Kurt softly on the lips. They pressed together, cheek to cheek as Blaine pulled Kurt into a tight embrace, interlocking his hands above Kurt's lower back.

"Merry Christmas, Kurt Hummel," he hummed, a smile twinkling across his face as he took a deep, satisfied breath, his heart fluttering against his ribs.

"Merry Christmas," Kurt whispered, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling him in for one more warm kiss in the dark, just beyond the shimmering lights of the winter night.

Up next...what happens when things get too complicated with Klaine? /3?