Kurt sighed inwardly, careful to not let an actual sound escape his lips. He forced himself to focus on the papers his father was showing him. It was interesting and he knew how important it was, but he had trouble thinking of anything else than Blaine's reactions to Kurt's mouth on his cock, and later, Blaine's mouth on his. He had been unguarded in his enthusiasm, with no care on how he came across. There had been little left of the restrained, always polite Blaine that had sat at his dinner table. Instead, Kurt had been able to watch as Blaine became undone, unraveled, even frantic at times. It had been a heady experience. And later, after Blaine had come with a cry and a jerk of the hips that had nearly made Kurt choke, he hadn't even taken a minute to regain his composure; instead, he had drawn Kurt up and kissed him and moaned when he had tasted himself. Then he had slid down to his knees and opened Kurt's breeches with a haste that had made his fingers tremble and Kurt had had to help him. Then, there had been no hesitation, no shyness—Blaine had looked at Kurt's cock for a moment and then had swallowed it, taking it as deep as he could and sucking furiously. For Kurt, who had expected maybe a tentative lick, it had nearly been too much. He remembered gasping and clutching his bedsheets to avoid grabbing Blaine's hair, and for a moment, he had not been sure if he wanted to pull Blaine's head away or press it even closer. But after a moment, Blaine had been calmer, and used his lips and tongue to gently explore, so Kurt had -
Lord Burt clearing his throat made him look up guiltily. His father was looking at him expectantly, and Kurt tried in vain to recall any bit of his explanations.
"Yes, Father, I understand," he finally said, hoping the words could be an answer to the question Lord Burt had obviously asked him.
Fortunately, Lord Burt nodded. "Very well. We'll go for a ride after lunch if the weather holds, so I can show you everything I just told you."
Kurt suppressed the question if Lord Burt was in any condition to ride; he knew it would never hold him back and most likely anger him.
"Yes, Father," he said instead and gestured at the papers on the desk. "May I take these up to my room to look over them again?"
He felt guilty at his father's approving nod, but managed not to blush but gather the papers to take them up to his room so he could try and understand what his father had tries to explain to him while he had been daydreaming.
It was just too hard to concentrate on anything when there was still the memory of how Blaine had looked with his pink lips wrapped around...
Sternly, he called himself to order. It would not do to forget his duties over his new-found pleasure with Blaine. His father was reluctant about them anyway, and he needed to prove that he was still able to be a dutiful son even though he was involved with someone again. It had worked before, it would work now.
Although he couldn't remember being that distracted before. In town, after a night with a lover, he had been able to attend and focus on his lectures without any problems. He just had to make a greater effort now.
He called for tea and settled at his desk with the papers, trying to make sense of them.
Their ride in the afternoon was a welcome distraction, and seeing everything on the papers in reality helped him to make more sense of what his father had tried to explain to him. After a while, though, he noticed his father getting tired. He started to mention this, suggest they go home, but then thought better of it. Instead, he slowly began to pretend fatigue, not with riding, but with the subject of their outing.
When his father had called him out on it, he smiled sheepishly. "My apologies, Father. I seem to have trouble focusing. Would you mind to end my lesson for today?"
It hurt him to see how Lord Burt could hardly conceal his relief. "Very well. Let's return home."
Kurt made his horse turn, but then had a new idea. He smiled. "Actually, I was wondering if I might call on Blaine. We're close to his home, it seems a pity not to visit with him. I'll be home later."
Lord Burt only nodded, not trying to hide his disapproval; but Kurt knew that he wouldn't go back on a promise once given, not until Kurt was very much out of line in his behavior or neglectful in performing his duties.
He raised a hand in goodbye to his father, then turned into the lane that would take him to Blaine's house. Or that of his brother, really, and for a moment, Kurt wondered if he was really going to expose himself to Cooper's displeasure so soon.
But with some luck, he wouldn't see the Viscount at all; he would leave his card with whoever opened the door, and then hopefully Blaine would come out to see him. And then...He wouldn't invite Blaine to come to his house, he didn't want to test Lord Burt's patience overmuch, and they couldn't stay at Blaine's house either, at least not if Cooper was home which at this time of day he probably was.
He shrugged. It was a fine day; they could just keep riding, or maybe go to an inn in the village and have a glass together. It wouldn't further Blaine's lessons, but it would be enjoyable nonetheless.
"I was hoping you would come to see me," Blaine said when they were both on their horses, a safe distance away from Anderson manor.
"Did you now," Kurt said smiling.
"Oh, yes. I was excessively bored. My brother won't let me do anything too time-consuming, claiming to need me to help with wedding preparations, but then he insists on doing everything himself, so..."
He smiled, but Kurt remembered his father saying it couldn't be easy to be Cooper's brother, and he saw the strain it took on Blaine. He thought very carefully on how to phrase his next question.
"What are you going to do after the wedding?"
It was up to Blaine how to answer the question, whether to take it lightly on how deprived he would be once the wedding planning was over, or to take it seriously and tell Kurt what he really wanted to know.
Blaine hesitated for a long time. "I don't know," he finally said. "I would like to move out. I really don't want to be there when they're all, you know...newly married. And it's their home. They should have it to themselves and their children. But where would I go? I've finished my studies, but whenever I try to talk to Cooper about having a profession, about making my own way, he just tells me he needs me here. And yet I don't think he does. He never lets me do anything important."
Before Kurt could find a way to answer, Blaine shrugged, smiled, and said, "I shouldn't be telling you this. I didn't mean to get so maudlin. I assure you everything is well, I am well. Race you to the clearing?"
Then he was gone, and Kurt stared after him for a moment until his competitiveness got the better of him and he raced after Blaine, finally reaching the clearing shortly after him.
He was out of breath and feeling exhilarated from the speed and the thrill of the race, and looking at Blaine, he was in a similar mood. Gone were the somber looks. He was laughing as he dismounted and patted his horse, offering a treat as a reward. Kurt strolled over to him, laughing as well as he saw a twig tangled in Blaine's hair, crowning him with admittedly yellowing and a little wet leaves instead of laurel.
Kurt plucked the twig out of Blaine's hair with a smile. "How are you?" he asked gently.
Blaine sighed, still smiling, and leaned against a tree. "I'm fine, really. Cooper is my brother, and however much he aggravates me at times, I know that I'll always have a place in his household, and that I can be useful there, too. It's just...frustrating, sometimes."
"Well," Kurt said, "if you are very much bored, you can always help me figure out how to manage the estate. It's really too much work for one person. I try to tell my father, but as usual, he doesn't listen."
Then he threw the twig away and put his hands on the tree on either side of Blaine, so that he was trapped against it. "On a different note, you won the race. What do you want for your price?"
Blaine swallowed, his Adam's apple moving in his throat. Kurt wanted to lick it. He hoped very much that Blaine would choose a price that was somehow in line with that. He was in luck.
"I want you to kiss me," Blaine said.
Kurt leaned against him with his whole body. "Here, out in the open?" he teased. "How daring."
Blaine scoffed, although it came out rather breathless. "No one ever comes here."
As they kissed, Kurt wasn't sure he would even notice if someone came here after all. He was certain there were still birds singing, but he didn't hear them, and it was good his horse was so well-behaved, as the reigns slid out of his hand at some point and he didn't even notice.
He pressed Blaine against the tree until he was sure he would have the imprint of the bark on his skin for days after, but neither of them cared as they kissed as if there was nothing else in the world needing their attention.
A long time later, when the shadows had become longer and the light more dim and it was clear they would soon have to return to their respective families' homes, Kurt squeezed one of his hands between them and began to clumsily open Blaine's breeches.
"Kurt..." Blaine said, voice husky.
"No one ever comes here," Kurt said with a smile and finally succeeded in taking Blaine's cock out.
"I know. I wasn't going to stop you," Blaine said, and then moaned long and broken as Kurt tightened his hand around him.
Then, to Kurt's surprise, Blaine put his hands on him, fumbling open his breeches and taking out his cock with trembling fingers, and squeezing until Kurt couldn't help but moan himself.
Leaning against the tree, they brought each other off while sharing kisses that were little more than panting into the other's mouth. They spilled their seed on the ground at nearly the same time, and their cries of relief echoed in the small clearing.
Afterwards, they cleaned up as much as possible, sharing little smiles whenever their eyes met. Silently, they went after their horses that had wandered off a little on the search for grass, and when they were ready to go, Kurt kissed Blaine once again.
"Please," he said, "come see me soon."
Blaine nodded, smiled, and with that, they took their leave.
Kurt glanced back to the clearing on his way through the woods and felt the absurd desire to ride back and carve a heart or some such symbol into the bark of the tree he had pressed Blaine against, to commemorate this event and to mark the place where they had met, again and yet for the first time, a few days ago.
It had really been only a few days again. Kurt found he had grown accustomed to Blaine's society very quickly.