[FIC] Carry Your Shame 25/25 Part B
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Laura aka- gottriplets <3
Warnings: First time sex, blow jobs, exhibitionism, sexting, gay sex all around- the usual :)
Summary: Kurt's spent his entire life being pushed around and ignored. He's never had a single friend until he met Blaine Anderson, a swimmer for the National Team and McKinley's Golden Boy. When the boys fall for each other, Kurt has to learn the hard way that there are some things even love can't fix-like the fact that his step-brother and boyfriend are mortal enemies. Will Blaine be willing to give up everything to be with Kurt or will they crumble under the pressure to become what everyone else is trying to turn them into?
This was written for this GKM prompt, so go check it out and possibly leave me some love <3
Word Count: 13,413 Total: 196,616
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Blaine Interlude 3.5/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9/ Blaine Interlude 9.5/ Part 10/ Part 11/ Part 12 // Part 13// Blaine Interlude 13.5// Part 14// Part 15// Part 16// Part 17// Blaine Interlude 17.5// Part 18// Part 19// Part 20// Part 21// Blaine Interlude 21.5// Part 22// Part 23// Part 24// Blaine Interlude 24.5// Part 25 A
Part 25 A
“Hey!” Kurt yelled across the lobby the following night so that Blaine could hear him through the crowd of people that were currently trying to congratulate the entire team as they made their way into the hotel after closing ceremonies.
Blaine spotted him and made his way over, pulling him tight into his arms.
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered into his ear, breathing him in and leaving a kiss to his neck just because he could. “That last race was insane! I still can’t believe you won!”
“Let’s go somewhere,” Blaine said, pulling back to look him in the eyes. “I want go somewhere before they grab me away again.”
“Your parents are waiting upstairs for you. Your grandparents were overwhelmed by the crowd so your aunt took them to bed, but everyone else is waiting for us,” he said.
“Right… yeah… right,” Blaine said, looking around, clearly overwhelmed with all the different emotions this evening had brought.
“Blaine?” he asked, giving him a questioning look. “Are you alright?”
“It’s fine. I just kind of wanted to find somewhere we could be together… you know, together,” he said. “But it’s fine. We should go find my parents.”
“If you honestly want to go somewhere where we can be together, I read about a gay club that only lets foreigners in. We’d have all the privacy and safety we’d need,” he offered, not really wanting to go to a club but he knew it was something that Blaine used to enjoy doing before he got tied down with a boyfriend.
“No, it’s okay,” Blaine said. “I’m sure my parents will want to talk to me and we’re leaving tomorrow anyway.”
“I assumed,” he said. “Just wanted to let you know it was an option. Puck said it used to help you to unwind, going to clubs I mean…”
“That was a different time,” Blaine said, pulling Kurt in closer. “I don’t think that’s what I need anymore, though I wouldn’t be against getting to dance the entire night with you.”
“That does sound nice,” he said, looking around nervously, scared that somebody would see them so close together.
“Kurt, I just won five medals, four of them are gold,” Blaine said. “Nobody is going to give us shit.”
“Right,” he said, letting Blaine pull him in for a passionate kiss that was a bit sloppy, but Kurt figured Blaine was too worked up to notice much so he cut him some slack. He was running on empty and the only thing keeping him standing after a long week of racing was pure adrenaline.
“God, I’ve never been so nervous before,” Kurt said, coming up for air. “I think I broke your dad’s hand squeezing it so hard.”
Blaine barely heard him as he pulled him in for another kiss.
“You know we’re surrounded by your coaches-” he tried to say, cut off by another kiss. “Your teammates.”
“We should get a room,” Blaine said, pulling back suddenly.
“Are you high?” he asked, only half joking. He’s seen Blaine after each of the races this week so he was prepared for the particular brand of crazy that came from an over-exhausted Blaine, but this was a bit more intense than usual. Not that he entirely minded, he just wanted to make sure they didn’t do anything they regretted in the morning.
“We should get a room,” Blaine repeated.
“Blaine… We’re seventeen, they’ll never let us,” he said, trying to be the reasonable one when every part of himself was screaming out to just agree with him.
“If I can get us a room, will you spend the night with me?” Blaine asked.
“What about your parents?” he asked, willing himself to have the courage to say no. Blaine wasn’t exactly himself right now and he highly doubted that was what Blaine had in mind when he talked about rose petals and candles.
“My parents are well aware we both already lost our V cards,” Blaine chuckled. “In fact, I don’t think there’s a single person in this hotel that doesn’t firmly believe that we are already having sex, so we might as well be.”
“What happened to waiting for a special moment?” he asked.
“Kurt,” Blaine pulled back from him and looked him in the eyes, looking more sober and level headed than he had a few moments ago. “This seems pretty special to me, doesn’t it.”
“Yeah,” he said, wanting to say yes, but still doubting if this was the right decision or not.
“Do you want to do this? Because you’re allowed to say no,” Blaine said. “I beg you to say no if you’re uncomfortable because the last thing I want is for this to turn out like last time.”
“That’s in the past,” Kurt said. “If we have sex, I know you’re not going to leaving me again. I just don’t want you sleeping with me because you’re high on adrenaline.”
“I’m high on love,” he said with a goofy smile.
“Okay, comments like that aren’t helping,” Kurt said with a laugh.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Blaine said wearing a cocky smile. He leaned in for another kiss which Kurt easily fell into. “They seem to be helping a little.”
“Oh, get a room,” Ryan Lochte, one of Blaine’s teammates, came up to pull them apart before pulling Blaine into a headlock. “In fact, take my room,” he said as he slipped his room card into Blaine’s hand. “Just please stop before we all end up having to watch you two have sex in the middle of this lobby. We’ve all seen enough of that.”
“Where are you going to sleep?” Blaine asked.
Kurt watched as Ryan pulled one of the female swimmers into his arms and whispered something into her ear that made her giggle.
“I’ll figure it out,” he said with a wink and with that he was gone, causing Blaine to turn around and raise an eyebrow at him and Kurt had to admit, as love drunk as Blaine seemed to be, he certainly seemed level headed enough to put a stop to this if he’d really wanted to. Which begged the question, why put a stop to it at all if it was something they both wanted?
“Well, what do you say Hummel - are you in or are you out?” Blaine asked, teasing him.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he said leaning in close. “I seem to remember rather enjoying you being the one that was in.”
With that, he turned and walked away from Blaine and towards the elevators, stopping only when he didn’t feel Blaine following after him.
“You coming?” he asked.
“Oh, many times I suspect,” Blaine said with a rather suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows as he ran after him and they grabbed hands, trying very hard not to make out in the crowded elevator - even if it was taking a painstakingly long time to get to floor twenty when they had to stop at every single floor.
Thankfully the elevator had emptied before they got to their floor with most of the team still downstairs celebrating the big win so nobody was there to watch as Kurt tried to quiet his giggling and Blaine struggled to get the key to work dropping it several times like they were both drunk.
In a way they were, just not on alcohol. They were drunk on adrenaline and love and that magical feeling that can only come with witnessing somebody realizing their childhood dream. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and touching the medals that hung around Blaine’s neck every few minutes, still not quite believing they were real. He noticed that Blaine kept forgetting about them as well and then starring at them in shock whenever he realized they were there again.
“After you, Mr. Hummel,” Blaine said, once he’d managed to open the door, holding it open wide and bowing to him over dramatically.
“Get in here,” he said, much less politely, pulling on one of the medals to drag Blaine inside, grateful that they seemed to be as sturdy as they appeared because he wasn’t sure Blaine would forgive him for breaking a World Champion medal.
The second the door clicked closed they were wrapped around each other, mouths fighting for dominance. He made quick work of unzipping Blaine’s jacket, sighing in relief once it fell to the ground and he could wrap his hands around Blaine’s strong arms. Loving the way that Blaine’s fingers had found their way into his belt loops and were pulling him closer.
Blaine pulled away and Kurt was terrified for a moment that he was going to stop, but his mouth simply fell to his throat, lips brushing against the sensitive skin on his clavicle. His breath caught in his throat when he felt Blaine’s hands make their way under his shirt to rub at his back. He lifted his arms over his head and allowed Blaine to pull his shirt completely off, revealing his newly freckled chest thanks to several hours spend in the sun this summer.
“Oh, well this is adorable,” Blaine said, leaning over to begin kissing at each freckle.
“Adorable?” he pulled away, pouting just a bit.
“Adorable can be sexy,” Blaine said, playing connect the dots on his chest with his tongue. “Adorable is incredibly sexy on you.”
He tried to pull away again in protest but he couldn’t deny how good it felt to have Blaine’s tongue running along his chest while his fingers traced the lines of his ribcage.
“Just this once,” he said, trying to sound stern when all his resolve had clearly already left him. “I’m giving you tonight and after that you never get to comment on my freckles again.”
“Sure,” Blaine said with a cocky smirk that sounded anything but convincing. “Just how far down do these wonderful freckles go?” he asked pulling at the waistline of his pants until Kurt slapped his hand away.
“I do not have freckles on my ass, thank you very much,” he said in mock outrage. “It’s your fault that I even have them on my chest.”
“My fault?” Blaine said indignantly as he pulled away and began backing Kurt towards the bed.
“You’re the one that made fun of me for wearing a T-shirt in the pool. I told you, my people don’t tan,” he said with a playful glare as his knees hit the mattress.
“No, no. Your people should never wear clothes,” Blaine said, grabbing onto his waist and tossing him onto the bed in a way that was surprisingly hot.
It was easy to forget sometimes because Blaine was shorter than him, but the way he was able to lift him like it was nothing had Kurt’s pants starting to tent in a way that was impossible to hide. His boyfriend was a World Champion swimmer and had all the strength and muscles to prove it.
“Says the man with a Tumblr page dedicated to his ass,” Kurt said, moaning as Blaine crawled onto the bed and began leaving hickeys on his hipbones.
“I’m still not entirely convinced you didn’t make those pages,” Blaine said, unbuckling Kurt’s belt painfully slowly.
“I didn’t make it, but I can’t say I don’t follow it,” Kurt panted out, thrusting up as Blaine cupped him through his pants.
“Blaine,” Kurt whined. “Can you please get naked, too?”
Blaine laughed as he sat up to remove his medals and placed them carefully on the nightstand. The same couldn’t be said about his shirt, which got tossed carelessly across the room.
It was a far cry from the first time they’d had sex. There were no tears. No desperate need to get together as fast as they could. They weren’t using sex to solve their problems because sex wasn’t supposed to be used as a Band-Aid. No, not this time. This time they were laughing and enjoying themselves. It was natural. This time it was better.
It was a million times better.
“God bless Team USA for those abs,” Kurt said, pulling a giggling Blaine back down over him because it was his turn to kiss his way down Blaine’s chest.
He loved the feeling of Blaine over him with trembling arms, trying to keep most of his weight off of Kurt as he rolled his tongue around Blaine’s nipple causing him to moan loudly in a way Kurt remembered well. It meant Blaine was starting to lose control, which always ended pleasurably for them both. He continued to tease Blaine’s nipples as he let his hands travel under the elastic of Blaine’s warmup pants and underwear so he could get a firm grip on his ass. Blaine bucked into him and he could feel his hard on against his stomach.
“Fuck,” Blaine groaned out, causing Kurt’s jeans to become painfully uncomfortable. Blaine swearing during sex always managed to make him harder. He liked hearing the effect that he was having on him.
“Talk to me,” he said, surprisingly himself with his boldness. He’d expected himself to be shy after so long but he didn’t feel embarrassed at all. If anything, he felt more confident than ever about the two of them.
“What?” Blaine asked, groaning again as Kurt pulled down his waistband so that his dick could spring free. He rolled Blaine over until he was on his back.
“Talk to me,” he repeated himself, moving onto his knees for a moment so he could get his pants unbuttoned and unzipped to help remove some of the pressure on his dick before leaning in to give Blaine an open mouth kiss, full of tongue.
He let himself get lost in the kiss for a few moments, loving the way Blaine’s fingers pulled at his hair and scratched at his scalp, not enough to be painful but enough to feel how much Blaine wanted him. The somewhat trashy sound of lips smacking together as they chased after one other usually bothered him when he heard it in movies, but it didn’t feel so trashy when it was the two of them.
Kurt pulled away and began kissing his way down Blaine’s chest.
“Come back,” Blaine whined, trying to pull at him but Kurt kept moving farther away.
“Shh,” he said as he dipped his tongue into Blaine’s belly button. “You’ll enjoy this, just keep talking. I want to hear you.”
“I… God, Kurt,” Blaine said breathlessly. “I’ve missed this. Not that I didn’t… I liked the kissing stuff, but this… I’ve missed you like this. You’re so hot when you get worked up.”
“I’ve missed this, too,” he said and he couldn’t help but giggle as Blaine’s hips were making shallow thrusts, causing his dick to keep hitting Kurt in the chin.
“Eager there, are we?” he asked, giving Blaine a judgmental look.
“Don’t tease me,” Blaine said with a playful glare. “It’s been too long for teasing.”
“Oh, I don’t know, I rather like it,” he said, biting into Blaine’s thigh just to watch him thrust up helplessly with a loud moan.
“Why are you being so mean to me?” Blaine asked, reaching down to jerk himself off, only to have Kurt slap his hand away.
Blaine looked like he was going to protest but Kurt shut him up quickly, sinking his mouth down over Blaine quick and deep. Blaine called out loudly and Kurt closed his eyes and he tried to savor the way Blaine tasted on his tongue. It was similar to the way his neck tasted after a workout session but stronger, more Blaine without the strong scent of body wash to drown it out. He hollowed out his cheeks and began to pull off, painfully slow as Blaine’s hips bucked, trying to chase after Kurt’s mouth.
Kurt scratched lightly at Blaine’s thighs, mixing a gentle teasing touch with an almost painful rhythm of his mouth in a way that had Blaine thrashing around the sheets.
“So good… so… yes… so good,” Blaine said, his voice muffled and Kurt glanced up to see him biting his fist in an effort to control himself.
Kurt reached up to pull his arm away. “Don’t hold back,” he said.
“Kurt, I can’t-” but whatever it was that Blaine couldn’t do, he never got to hear it as Kurt’s fingers reached to trace at Blaine’s entrance and Blaine thrust up into Kurt’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat, causing him to gag for a moment.
“I’m so sorry,” Blaine said, starting to pull away but Kurt grabbed onto his hips to keep him still.
“It’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting it,” he said, willing his eyes to stop watering.
He took a deep breath through his nose and relaxed his throat liked he’d been practicing. The first time they’d fooled around, all those months ago, Kurt had been completely in over his head and inexperienced. He hadn’t wanted to be the fumbling virgin again and the more he’d thought about the two of them having sex again over the last few weeks, the more eager he’d been to master certain skills. So he’d been secretly looking up sexual tips and practicing on the one sex toy he’d managed to order online without his father noticing.
“I feel like an asshole,” Blaine mumbled, trying to cover his face with a pillow before Kurt reached up to pull it away and tossed it off the bed and out of Blaine’s reach.
“It’s fine, honestly,” he said, moving up the bed so that he could look Blaine in the eyes. In fact, Kurt couldn’t have been upset even if he wanted to because he’d certainly done his fair share of fucking Blaine’s mouth in the past.
“I actually kind of liked it,” Kurt admitted.
“You kind of liked it?” Blaine said, giving him a doubtful look.
“Yeah, I mean, some warning would have been nice, but yeah,” he said. “If you wanted to try that again, I would be more prepared this time.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Blaine said, still a bit breathless.
He reached out and ran the backside of his fingers over Kurt’s cheek in a caress that was so loving it would have had him cuddling up next to Blaine and demanding more if he wasn’t so painfully hard that he didn’t think he could stop.
“You won’t,” he said, moving back down the bed and settling in between Blaine’s legs again. He was even bold enough to pull one of Blaine’s legs over his shoulder. “I’ve been practicing.”
“You’ve been… fuck,” Blaine moaned so loudly that Kurt could feel it in his veins. “That’s a visual I’m never going to get out of my head.”
“How about watching me try it with the real thing then?” he said, having no idea where his sudden boldness had come from. All he knew was that he wasn’t planning on stopping until Blaine was coming down his throat.
He didn’t wait for Blaine’s reply, which was good because he had become completely incoherent, muttering half formed syllables between moans as Kurt took him as deep as he could. His jaw was getting sore and he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to go without touching himself, but right there, in the moment, he focused all of his attention on making it as good as he could for Blaine. He massaged Blaine’s balls and teased at his entrance until he was finally rewarded with a very tentative hand in his hair, guiding him into a faster rhythm.
Kurt kept up the fast pace as long as he could, but he eventually had to pull off to rest his jaw, which was screaming in pain from being stretched so wide for so long. Instead, he used his hands to spread Blaine open wider and allowed his tongue to tentatively travel further down, back to Blaine’s entrance. Blaine had done this to him once before and he remembered how amazing it had felt, but he’d never gotten the chance to repay the favor. He’d always been too embarrassed to try it, but that shame was gone. There was no shame in anything that they did when they both so clearly loved each other.
Kurt’s tongue had barely begun pushing into Blaine’s tight hole when Blaine’s cried out loudly as his orgasm hit. Kurt reached out to pump him through it. He was so entranced watching the white spurts of come hit Blaine in the stomach that he had to lean over and taste it, not caring one bit that he was getting come on his face. It could all be washed off later. It had been too long since he’d been able to taste Blaine and really enjoy it.
When Blaine finally fell back into the bed, completely boneless, Kurt moved off the bed to get a washcloth to clean them both off. He smiled fondly as Blaine mumbled disjointed words that sounded a lot like they were supposed to be praises of love but weren’t quite able to get their message across.
Kurt adjusted himself in his underwear and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, knowing that he would get his chance to get off soon; there was no need to rush anything. They had all night. They had the rest of their lives - Blaine wasn’t going anywhere this time.
Instead, he crawled back into bed and wrapped Blaine into his arms, loving how he went so willingly, boneless as Jello. He began to sing Otis Redding’s ‘That’s How Strong My Love Is’ quietly into Blaine’s ear. It had been stuck in his head all week thanks to Blaine’s latest musical obsession and this seemed like as perfect a moment as any to sing the lyrics he’d been driving himself crazy with.
When Kurt reached the end of the song, he heard Blaine hum happily, letting him know that he hadn’t actually killed his boyfriend with sex.
“I want to record you singing that,” Blaine whispered, like he was afraid of breaking the magical moment they’d seemed to find themselves in.
“You’ve got a whole year of Glee next year to listen to me sing,” he whispered back as he nibbled lightly on Blaine’s ear.
“I hope you don’t sing like that to the rest of the club,” Blaine said back in mock outrage.
Kurt laughed lightly with a roll of his eyes before responding, “Fair enough.”
“You know I wanted to get off together for our first time,” Blaine complained as Kurt brought his wrist up to his mouth and began leaving open mouth kisses on it, causing Blaine to shiver. “This was a bit unbalanced.”
“Technically we did get off together our first time,” he said cheekily. “Or were you too drunk to remember that night?”
“Kurt,” Blaine whined, elbowing him lightly in the stomach to let him know that he was serious.
“It’s fine. I didn’t mind,” he said, which only caused Blaine to turn around so that they were facing each other and he could meet his eyes with a glare.
“I just mean that we’ve got all night to make each other scream,” he said. “You know your pleasure is my pleasure now. We don’t have to be selfish-”
“But I feel pretty selfish-” Blaine cut in but Kurt quickly silenced him.
“We don’t need to be worried about keeping score. We never have to keep score again. We’ve got forever, right?”
“Right,” Blaine said with a soft smile. “Just so long as you don’t make me wait forever to return the favor.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said with a laugh as Blaine rolled him onto his back and started kissing him again.
Yeah, forever with Blaine was looking pretty amazing actually.
Beta: Laura aka- gottriplets <3
Warnings: First time sex, blow jobs, exhibitionism, sexting, gay sex all around- the usual :)
Summary: Kurt's spent his entire life being pushed around and ignored. He's never had a single friend until he met Blaine Anderson, a swimmer for the National Team and McKinley's Golden Boy. When the boys fall for each other, Kurt has to learn the hard way that there are some things even love can't fix-like the fact that his step-brother and boyfriend are mortal enemies. Will Blaine be willing to give up everything to be with Kurt or will they crumble under the pressure to become what everyone else is trying to turn them into?
This was written for this GKM prompt, so go check it out and possibly leave me some love <3
Word Count: 13,413 Total: 196,616
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Blaine Interlude 3.5/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9/ Blaine Interlude 9.5/ Part 10/ Part 11/ Part 12 // Part 13// Blaine Interlude 13.5// Part 14// Part 15// Part 16// Part 17// Blaine Interlude 17.5// Part 18// Part 19// Part 20// Part 21// Blaine Interlude 21.5// Part 22// Part 23// Part 24// Blaine Interlude 24.5// Part 25 A
Part 25 A
“Hey!” Kurt yelled across the lobby the following night so that Blaine could hear him through the crowd of people that were currently trying to congratulate the entire team as they made their way into the hotel after closing ceremonies.
Blaine spotted him and made his way over, pulling him tight into his arms.
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered into his ear, breathing him in and leaving a kiss to his neck just because he could. “That last race was insane! I still can’t believe you won!”
“Let’s go somewhere,” Blaine said, pulling back to look him in the eyes. “I want go somewhere before they grab me away again.”
“Your parents are waiting upstairs for you. Your grandparents were overwhelmed by the crowd so your aunt took them to bed, but everyone else is waiting for us,” he said.
“Right… yeah… right,” Blaine said, looking around, clearly overwhelmed with all the different emotions this evening had brought.
“Blaine?” he asked, giving him a questioning look. “Are you alright?”
“It’s fine. I just kind of wanted to find somewhere we could be together… you know, together,” he said. “But it’s fine. We should go find my parents.”
“If you honestly want to go somewhere where we can be together, I read about a gay club that only lets foreigners in. We’d have all the privacy and safety we’d need,” he offered, not really wanting to go to a club but he knew it was something that Blaine used to enjoy doing before he got tied down with a boyfriend.
“No, it’s okay,” Blaine said. “I’m sure my parents will want to talk to me and we’re leaving tomorrow anyway.”
“I assumed,” he said. “Just wanted to let you know it was an option. Puck said it used to help you to unwind, going to clubs I mean…”
“That was a different time,” Blaine said, pulling Kurt in closer. “I don’t think that’s what I need anymore, though I wouldn’t be against getting to dance the entire night with you.”
“That does sound nice,” he said, looking around nervously, scared that somebody would see them so close together.
“Kurt, I just won five medals, four of them are gold,” Blaine said. “Nobody is going to give us shit.”
“Right,” he said, letting Blaine pull him in for a passionate kiss that was a bit sloppy, but Kurt figured Blaine was too worked up to notice much so he cut him some slack. He was running on empty and the only thing keeping him standing after a long week of racing was pure adrenaline.
“God, I’ve never been so nervous before,” Kurt said, coming up for air. “I think I broke your dad’s hand squeezing it so hard.”
Blaine barely heard him as he pulled him in for another kiss.
“You know we’re surrounded by your coaches-” he tried to say, cut off by another kiss. “Your teammates.”
“We should get a room,” Blaine said, pulling back suddenly.
“Are you high?” he asked, only half joking. He’s seen Blaine after each of the races this week so he was prepared for the particular brand of crazy that came from an over-exhausted Blaine, but this was a bit more intense than usual. Not that he entirely minded, he just wanted to make sure they didn’t do anything they regretted in the morning.
“We should get a room,” Blaine repeated.
“Blaine… We’re seventeen, they’ll never let us,” he said, trying to be the reasonable one when every part of himself was screaming out to just agree with him.
“If I can get us a room, will you spend the night with me?” Blaine asked.
“What about your parents?” he asked, willing himself to have the courage to say no. Blaine wasn’t exactly himself right now and he highly doubted that was what Blaine had in mind when he talked about rose petals and candles.
“My parents are well aware we both already lost our V cards,” Blaine chuckled. “In fact, I don’t think there’s a single person in this hotel that doesn’t firmly believe that we are already having sex, so we might as well be.”
“What happened to waiting for a special moment?” he asked.
“Kurt,” Blaine pulled back from him and looked him in the eyes, looking more sober and level headed than he had a few moments ago. “This seems pretty special to me, doesn’t it.”
“Yeah,” he said, wanting to say yes, but still doubting if this was the right decision or not.
“Do you want to do this? Because you’re allowed to say no,” Blaine said. “I beg you to say no if you’re uncomfortable because the last thing I want is for this to turn out like last time.”
“That’s in the past,” Kurt said. “If we have sex, I know you’re not going to leaving me again. I just don’t want you sleeping with me because you’re high on adrenaline.”
“I’m high on love,” he said with a goofy smile.
“Okay, comments like that aren’t helping,” Kurt said with a laugh.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Blaine said wearing a cocky smile. He leaned in for another kiss which Kurt easily fell into. “They seem to be helping a little.”
“Oh, get a room,” Ryan Lochte, one of Blaine’s teammates, came up to pull them apart before pulling Blaine into a headlock. “In fact, take my room,” he said as he slipped his room card into Blaine’s hand. “Just please stop before we all end up having to watch you two have sex in the middle of this lobby. We’ve all seen enough of that.”
“Where are you going to sleep?” Blaine asked.
Kurt watched as Ryan pulled one of the female swimmers into his arms and whispered something into her ear that made her giggle.
“I’ll figure it out,” he said with a wink and with that he was gone, causing Blaine to turn around and raise an eyebrow at him and Kurt had to admit, as love drunk as Blaine seemed to be, he certainly seemed level headed enough to put a stop to this if he’d really wanted to. Which begged the question, why put a stop to it at all if it was something they both wanted?
“Well, what do you say Hummel - are you in or are you out?” Blaine asked, teasing him.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he said leaning in close. “I seem to remember rather enjoying you being the one that was in.”
With that, he turned and walked away from Blaine and towards the elevators, stopping only when he didn’t feel Blaine following after him.
“You coming?” he asked.
“Oh, many times I suspect,” Blaine said with a rather suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows as he ran after him and they grabbed hands, trying very hard not to make out in the crowded elevator - even if it was taking a painstakingly long time to get to floor twenty when they had to stop at every single floor.
Thankfully the elevator had emptied before they got to their floor with most of the team still downstairs celebrating the big win so nobody was there to watch as Kurt tried to quiet his giggling and Blaine struggled to get the key to work dropping it several times like they were both drunk.
In a way they were, just not on alcohol. They were drunk on adrenaline and love and that magical feeling that can only come with witnessing somebody realizing their childhood dream. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and touching the medals that hung around Blaine’s neck every few minutes, still not quite believing they were real. He noticed that Blaine kept forgetting about them as well and then starring at them in shock whenever he realized they were there again.
“After you, Mr. Hummel,” Blaine said, once he’d managed to open the door, holding it open wide and bowing to him over dramatically.
“Get in here,” he said, much less politely, pulling on one of the medals to drag Blaine inside, grateful that they seemed to be as sturdy as they appeared because he wasn’t sure Blaine would forgive him for breaking a World Champion medal.
The second the door clicked closed they were wrapped around each other, mouths fighting for dominance. He made quick work of unzipping Blaine’s jacket, sighing in relief once it fell to the ground and he could wrap his hands around Blaine’s strong arms. Loving the way that Blaine’s fingers had found their way into his belt loops and were pulling him closer.
Blaine pulled away and Kurt was terrified for a moment that he was going to stop, but his mouth simply fell to his throat, lips brushing against the sensitive skin on his clavicle. His breath caught in his throat when he felt Blaine’s hands make their way under his shirt to rub at his back. He lifted his arms over his head and allowed Blaine to pull his shirt completely off, revealing his newly freckled chest thanks to several hours spend in the sun this summer.
“Oh, well this is adorable,” Blaine said, leaning over to begin kissing at each freckle.
“Adorable?” he pulled away, pouting just a bit.
“Adorable can be sexy,” Blaine said, playing connect the dots on his chest with his tongue. “Adorable is incredibly sexy on you.”
He tried to pull away again in protest but he couldn’t deny how good it felt to have Blaine’s tongue running along his chest while his fingers traced the lines of his ribcage.
“Just this once,” he said, trying to sound stern when all his resolve had clearly already left him. “I’m giving you tonight and after that you never get to comment on my freckles again.”
“Sure,” Blaine said with a cocky smirk that sounded anything but convincing. “Just how far down do these wonderful freckles go?” he asked pulling at the waistline of his pants until Kurt slapped his hand away.
“I do not have freckles on my ass, thank you very much,” he said in mock outrage. “It’s your fault that I even have them on my chest.”
“My fault?” Blaine said indignantly as he pulled away and began backing Kurt towards the bed.
“You’re the one that made fun of me for wearing a T-shirt in the pool. I told you, my people don’t tan,” he said with a playful glare as his knees hit the mattress.
“No, no. Your people should never wear clothes,” Blaine said, grabbing onto his waist and tossing him onto the bed in a way that was surprisingly hot.
It was easy to forget sometimes because Blaine was shorter than him, but the way he was able to lift him like it was nothing had Kurt’s pants starting to tent in a way that was impossible to hide. His boyfriend was a World Champion swimmer and had all the strength and muscles to prove it.
“Says the man with a Tumblr page dedicated to his ass,” Kurt said, moaning as Blaine crawled onto the bed and began leaving hickeys on his hipbones.
“I’m still not entirely convinced you didn’t make those pages,” Blaine said, unbuckling Kurt’s belt painfully slowly.
“I didn’t make it, but I can’t say I don’t follow it,” Kurt panted out, thrusting up as Blaine cupped him through his pants.
“Blaine,” Kurt whined. “Can you please get naked, too?”
Blaine laughed as he sat up to remove his medals and placed them carefully on the nightstand. The same couldn’t be said about his shirt, which got tossed carelessly across the room.
It was a far cry from the first time they’d had sex. There were no tears. No desperate need to get together as fast as they could. They weren’t using sex to solve their problems because sex wasn’t supposed to be used as a Band-Aid. No, not this time. This time they were laughing and enjoying themselves. It was natural. This time it was better.
It was a million times better.
“God bless Team USA for those abs,” Kurt said, pulling a giggling Blaine back down over him because it was his turn to kiss his way down Blaine’s chest.
He loved the feeling of Blaine over him with trembling arms, trying to keep most of his weight off of Kurt as he rolled his tongue around Blaine’s nipple causing him to moan loudly in a way Kurt remembered well. It meant Blaine was starting to lose control, which always ended pleasurably for them both. He continued to tease Blaine’s nipples as he let his hands travel under the elastic of Blaine’s warmup pants and underwear so he could get a firm grip on his ass. Blaine bucked into him and he could feel his hard on against his stomach.
“Fuck,” Blaine groaned out, causing Kurt’s jeans to become painfully uncomfortable. Blaine swearing during sex always managed to make him harder. He liked hearing the effect that he was having on him.
“Talk to me,” he said, surprisingly himself with his boldness. He’d expected himself to be shy after so long but he didn’t feel embarrassed at all. If anything, he felt more confident than ever about the two of them.
“What?” Blaine asked, groaning again as Kurt pulled down his waistband so that his dick could spring free. He rolled Blaine over until he was on his back.
“Talk to me,” he repeated himself, moving onto his knees for a moment so he could get his pants unbuttoned and unzipped to help remove some of the pressure on his dick before leaning in to give Blaine an open mouth kiss, full of tongue.
He let himself get lost in the kiss for a few moments, loving the way Blaine’s fingers pulled at his hair and scratched at his scalp, not enough to be painful but enough to feel how much Blaine wanted him. The somewhat trashy sound of lips smacking together as they chased after one other usually bothered him when he heard it in movies, but it didn’t feel so trashy when it was the two of them.
Kurt pulled away and began kissing his way down Blaine’s chest.
“Come back,” Blaine whined, trying to pull at him but Kurt kept moving farther away.
“Shh,” he said as he dipped his tongue into Blaine’s belly button. “You’ll enjoy this, just keep talking. I want to hear you.”
“I… God, Kurt,” Blaine said breathlessly. “I’ve missed this. Not that I didn’t… I liked the kissing stuff, but this… I’ve missed you like this. You’re so hot when you get worked up.”
“I’ve missed this, too,” he said and he couldn’t help but giggle as Blaine’s hips were making shallow thrusts, causing his dick to keep hitting Kurt in the chin.
“Eager there, are we?” he asked, giving Blaine a judgmental look.
“Don’t tease me,” Blaine said with a playful glare. “It’s been too long for teasing.”
“Oh, I don’t know, I rather like it,” he said, biting into Blaine’s thigh just to watch him thrust up helplessly with a loud moan.
“Why are you being so mean to me?” Blaine asked, reaching down to jerk himself off, only to have Kurt slap his hand away.
Blaine looked like he was going to protest but Kurt shut him up quickly, sinking his mouth down over Blaine quick and deep. Blaine called out loudly and Kurt closed his eyes and he tried to savor the way Blaine tasted on his tongue. It was similar to the way his neck tasted after a workout session but stronger, more Blaine without the strong scent of body wash to drown it out. He hollowed out his cheeks and began to pull off, painfully slow as Blaine’s hips bucked, trying to chase after Kurt’s mouth.
Kurt scratched lightly at Blaine’s thighs, mixing a gentle teasing touch with an almost painful rhythm of his mouth in a way that had Blaine thrashing around the sheets.
“So good… so… yes… so good,” Blaine said, his voice muffled and Kurt glanced up to see him biting his fist in an effort to control himself.
Kurt reached up to pull his arm away. “Don’t hold back,” he said.
“Kurt, I can’t-” but whatever it was that Blaine couldn’t do, he never got to hear it as Kurt’s fingers reached to trace at Blaine’s entrance and Blaine thrust up into Kurt’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat, causing him to gag for a moment.
“I’m so sorry,” Blaine said, starting to pull away but Kurt grabbed onto his hips to keep him still.
“It’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting it,” he said, willing his eyes to stop watering.
He took a deep breath through his nose and relaxed his throat liked he’d been practicing. The first time they’d fooled around, all those months ago, Kurt had been completely in over his head and inexperienced. He hadn’t wanted to be the fumbling virgin again and the more he’d thought about the two of them having sex again over the last few weeks, the more eager he’d been to master certain skills. So he’d been secretly looking up sexual tips and practicing on the one sex toy he’d managed to order online without his father noticing.
“I feel like an asshole,” Blaine mumbled, trying to cover his face with a pillow before Kurt reached up to pull it away and tossed it off the bed and out of Blaine’s reach.
“It’s fine, honestly,” he said, moving up the bed so that he could look Blaine in the eyes. In fact, Kurt couldn’t have been upset even if he wanted to because he’d certainly done his fair share of fucking Blaine’s mouth in the past.
“I actually kind of liked it,” Kurt admitted.
“You kind of liked it?” Blaine said, giving him a doubtful look.
“Yeah, I mean, some warning would have been nice, but yeah,” he said. “If you wanted to try that again, I would be more prepared this time.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Blaine said, still a bit breathless.
He reached out and ran the backside of his fingers over Kurt’s cheek in a caress that was so loving it would have had him cuddling up next to Blaine and demanding more if he wasn’t so painfully hard that he didn’t think he could stop.
“You won’t,” he said, moving back down the bed and settling in between Blaine’s legs again. He was even bold enough to pull one of Blaine’s legs over his shoulder. “I’ve been practicing.”
“You’ve been… fuck,” Blaine moaned so loudly that Kurt could feel it in his veins. “That’s a visual I’m never going to get out of my head.”
“How about watching me try it with the real thing then?” he said, having no idea where his sudden boldness had come from. All he knew was that he wasn’t planning on stopping until Blaine was coming down his throat.
He didn’t wait for Blaine’s reply, which was good because he had become completely incoherent, muttering half formed syllables between moans as Kurt took him as deep as he could. His jaw was getting sore and he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to go without touching himself, but right there, in the moment, he focused all of his attention on making it as good as he could for Blaine. He massaged Blaine’s balls and teased at his entrance until he was finally rewarded with a very tentative hand in his hair, guiding him into a faster rhythm.
Kurt kept up the fast pace as long as he could, but he eventually had to pull off to rest his jaw, which was screaming in pain from being stretched so wide for so long. Instead, he used his hands to spread Blaine open wider and allowed his tongue to tentatively travel further down, back to Blaine’s entrance. Blaine had done this to him once before and he remembered how amazing it had felt, but he’d never gotten the chance to repay the favor. He’d always been too embarrassed to try it, but that shame was gone. There was no shame in anything that they did when they both so clearly loved each other.
Kurt’s tongue had barely begun pushing into Blaine’s tight hole when Blaine’s cried out loudly as his orgasm hit. Kurt reached out to pump him through it. He was so entranced watching the white spurts of come hit Blaine in the stomach that he had to lean over and taste it, not caring one bit that he was getting come on his face. It could all be washed off later. It had been too long since he’d been able to taste Blaine and really enjoy it.
When Blaine finally fell back into the bed, completely boneless, Kurt moved off the bed to get a washcloth to clean them both off. He smiled fondly as Blaine mumbled disjointed words that sounded a lot like they were supposed to be praises of love but weren’t quite able to get their message across.
Kurt adjusted himself in his underwear and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, knowing that he would get his chance to get off soon; there was no need to rush anything. They had all night. They had the rest of their lives - Blaine wasn’t going anywhere this time.
Instead, he crawled back into bed and wrapped Blaine into his arms, loving how he went so willingly, boneless as Jello. He began to sing Otis Redding’s ‘That’s How Strong My Love Is’ quietly into Blaine’s ear. It had been stuck in his head all week thanks to Blaine’s latest musical obsession and this seemed like as perfect a moment as any to sing the lyrics he’d been driving himself crazy with.
When Kurt reached the end of the song, he heard Blaine hum happily, letting him know that he hadn’t actually killed his boyfriend with sex.
“I want to record you singing that,” Blaine whispered, like he was afraid of breaking the magical moment they’d seemed to find themselves in.
“You’ve got a whole year of Glee next year to listen to me sing,” he whispered back as he nibbled lightly on Blaine’s ear.
“I hope you don’t sing like that to the rest of the club,” Blaine said back in mock outrage.
Kurt laughed lightly with a roll of his eyes before responding, “Fair enough.”
“You know I wanted to get off together for our first time,” Blaine complained as Kurt brought his wrist up to his mouth and began leaving open mouth kisses on it, causing Blaine to shiver. “This was a bit unbalanced.”
“Technically we did get off together our first time,” he said cheekily. “Or were you too drunk to remember that night?”
“Kurt,” Blaine whined, elbowing him lightly in the stomach to let him know that he was serious.
“It’s fine. I didn’t mind,” he said, which only caused Blaine to turn around so that they were facing each other and he could meet his eyes with a glare.
“I just mean that we’ve got all night to make each other scream,” he said. “You know your pleasure is my pleasure now. We don’t have to be selfish-”
“But I feel pretty selfish-” Blaine cut in but Kurt quickly silenced him.
“We don’t need to be worried about keeping score. We never have to keep score again. We’ve got forever, right?”
“Right,” Blaine said with a soft smile. “Just so long as you don’t make me wait forever to return the favor.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said with a laugh as Blaine rolled him onto his back and started kissing him again.
Yeah, forever with Blaine was looking pretty amazing actually.