Etched Into My Skin - chapter 25, continued (part 2/2)
CHAPTER 25, continued from here
Barely half an hour had passed, and already Kurt was seriously considering taking Finn up on his offer. This was going too far.
They’d been doing homework , stretched out on his bed side by side, when Blaine’s phone began to ping. Not just once - again and again, in rapid succession. Finally, it got too distracting to ignore and Blaine sat up to fish the device out of his bag. His brow creased as he read through the messages.
“I don’t understand.”
“What?” Kurt asked and sat up too, looking over his shoulder.
“Half of the Warblers have texted me with congratulations, and I don’t know why.” His phone pinged again, this time with a text from Santana.
WTF hobbit? I saw your mark.
Kurt’s heart was speeding up, a staccato of growing apprehension. “Ask her what she meant,” he said urgently.
Blaine sent a single question mark and in a few seconds, his phone lit up with her response: Go on Facebook.
Kurt reached across the bed to pass him his laptop, letting Blaine log into his account. And there it was. Tagged with his name, posted a few minutes ago, a picture of Sebastian’s hand with the mark proudly displayed to the camera.
Kurt saw red. He jumped up from the bed to pace nervously back and forth, his anger too great to contain. “I’m gonna-” he stopped short, a frustrated sound tearing out of his throat. He was not a fan of violence. He didn’t believe it was ever the way to achieve anything. But right now he felt a desperate urge to do something very violent to Sebastian indeed.
Beside him, Blaine gasped and Kurt stopped mid-stride.
“What? What else did that jerk do?”
“Remember that huge new feature Facebook has been teasing lately?” Blaine’s voice sounded choked, barely controlled. “Looks like it’s here. And it is huge.”
Bracing himself, Kurt dropped onto the bed again to see. On the screen, a large pop-up asked: Do you know the name of your soulmate yet? Share what your mark says - find that one special person NOW. Below, the empty text window waited to be filled.
Blaine clicked Not now and the pop-up disappeared, showing Sebastian’s profile underneath. In his About window, bold red letters claimed: Soulmate to Blaine Anderson.
Whatever Kurt was about to do - and he didn’t know what it was yet, but he felt he had to do something or he would burst - he was stopped in his tracks when Blaine whimpered, faint and trembling, “Kurt.”
He took the laptop from Blaine’s shaking hands, setting it carelessly on the floor, and hurried to pull Blaine into his arms, breathing deeply to keep his own emotions in control. But when he spoke, it felt like he was reassuring himself just as much as Blaine.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s just words, just a stupid website. We know what the truth is, people who matter know. It’s enough, Blaine, his words don’t mean anything.”
But while his reassurances worked to turn his own fury into cold determination, it didn’t seem to help Blaine at all. He fell hard and fast, not the usual slide into panic that Kurt was already familiar with, but a mindless, frantic desperation. His eyes were wild, hands in a frenzied movement even while Kurt held him close. As soon as Kurt let go, Blaine started to pull at his own clothes, once again restlessly eager to strip and see, make sure there wasn’t a mark. Kurt felt like screaming.
“Kurt, could you just check-”
“No.” His own voice surprised him, hard and sure. “I’m not going to check for his mark. You don’t have his mark. You know it as well as I do, Blaine. And you told him just an hour ago, remember? You stood up to him, and I was so proud of you. He can’t control you, remember? You’re scared and overwhelmed right now, but you don’t have his mark.”
“But what if-” Blaine flailed. Kurt caught his hands.
“No.”
He really couldn’t do this any longer, he was suddenly so sick of it. No more mark checks, no more thinking about Sebastian while looking over Blaine’s warm smooth skin, naked and trembling for all the wrong reasons. He didn’t want to be selfish, but he had to tell Blaine - show him - what it was doing to them. Blaine’s eyes were filling with tears, his lips trembling, and Kurt hated not giving him what he needed. But he couldn’t do it.
With a quick squeeze of Blaine’s hands, he got up from the bed. “I’ll be back in a minute, I promise.”
Blaine nodded morosely and curled on himself, looking so small and lonely on the edge of the bed that Kurt’s heart ached. Still, he turned away and walked out of the room.
Finn was in the kitchen, fixing himself a sandwich. He looked up when Kurt ran down the stairs.
“Hey, are you alright? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to mess with anything.”
Kurt shook his head, feeling frantic. “No, it’s alright. It was actually sweet of you. But I have to ask you for a favor.”
“Sure, dude. Anything.”
“Remember our conversation when you were going to have Rachel sleep over that one time and you wanted me to let you two be alone? When we talked about the brothers code?”
“The bro code.” Finn corrected. “Yeah, sure.”
“Okay, I need to call in the bro code now.”
Finn’s eyebrows rose. “You want me to go somewhere so that you can have sex with Blaine?”
Stated like that, it made Kurt blush. “I need to make Blaine feel better. Something happened and… I’ll explain later, okay?” The whole school would probably know by tomorrow anyway. “But the point is, it might involve sex, and I would really be more comfortable if you weren’t just across the hall.”
Finn nodded fervently. “Oh, yeah. Definitely. I’ll go hang out with Puck.” He trotted towards the hall, the sandwich still in his hand. “Just remember Burt will be home after eight.”
“I do. Thank you, Finn. I owe you.”
With one last grateful smile, he ran back up to his room.
Blaine was still sitting on the bed like Kurt left him. He wasn’t shaking anymore, but he looked so miserable that Kurt just wanted to go cuddle him and tell him everything would be alright. But he’d tried that already, again and again. It worked for a moment, but didn’t solve the problem. No, he felt like he had to do something else this time. Something bigger.
The door slammed shut downstairs just as Kurt reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off quickly, taking his undershirt with it. The pants came off next, underwear kicked off along with his socks, and in less than a minute, Kurt stood naked. Only then did he actually look at Blaine, who was staring at him with his lips parted in surprise and, thankfully, at least a bit of awe.
Kurt crossed the room in two quick strides and leaned down into a kiss before Blaine even managed to get over his shock.
He had a fleeting thought that he should feel self-conscious - naked and not even aroused in front of his fully clothed boyfriend - but he really didn’t. Still kissing, he navigated them so that he was straddling Blaine’s thighs, and soon Blaine’s hands came up around him to settle on his back. When he pulled away a moment later, Blaine’s eyes were wide.
“Look at me,” Kurt said firmly and Blaine swallowed, but didn’t look away from his face.
“I am looking,” he said.
“No, Blaine. Really look at me. Look at my mark. Look at my body. When was the last time you saw me naked?” Blaine’s eyes were roaming obediently down Kurt’s body, but he looked back up, frowning. Kurt laughed bitterly. “It was almost two weeks ago, Blaine. After we spent the night together. After we made love for the first time. You haven’t even thought about getting me out of my clothes since. And you haven’t come once, at least not thinking about me.”
“I’m sorry,” Blaine whispered and tried to hang his head but Kurt lifted his chin back up with a finger.
“I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to look at me, touch me, kiss me. I want my boyfriend back. Ever since Sebastian told you about his mark, it’s all you can think about. I don’t know what he’s playing, but he’s clearly winning.”
Blaine’s eyes widened. “No, Kurt, it’s not like that, you know that!”
“I know, and I understand that you’re worried and preoccupied. But can’t you see you’re actually giving him what he wants? You don’t even have his mark and he has all of your attention anyway. Do you know how that hurts?” Blaine’s eyes filled with tears again, but before he could apologize, Kurt shook his head. “I’m not telling you this to make you feel bad. I just don’t know how else to remind you. You’re mine, Blaine.” He took Blaine’s hand and put it on his own collarbone, where Blaine’s name sat, sure and comforting. “You’re my soulmate, no matter what anyone says or writes on the internet. And I’m yours, don’t you see it every day when you get dressed?” He slid his hand under Blaine’s shirt to touch his own name there. He knew exactly where it was, even without looking. “I’m here. Look at me. Feel me. We’re together.”
The next thing Kurt knew, Blaine had him pressed even closer, the fabric of his clothes rough over Kurt’s naked body as they tumbled to the bed. “I’m sorry,” Blaine kept repeating as they kissed. “I’m sorry, you’re right, I’m yours. We’re here. I love you.”
Blaine’s hands were frantic on him, warm and strong, stroking over his back and down his thighs, reverent over Kurt’s mark, shy sliding down to his ass. Soon, Kurt was hard and moaning, wanting more, wanting closer, but unwilling to let go of Blaine even for a moment to undress him. So he just pushed Blaine’s shirt high, fumbled with his pants to open them and push them down a little, and then they were skin to hot skin, both hard and rocking into each other desperately, too dry and not enough, but so good.
Kurt reached to his drawer for lube and paused over the box of condoms underneath, a thrill running through him, more from want than fear. He wanted more - he needed more. Needed to be Blaine’s, entirely so, needed to feel him close, so much closer than this. He left the drawer open.
“Move up on the bed,” he said, and Blaine did, still tangled in his jeans but not even sparing a minute to kick them off, just reaching to pull Kurt close again. Kurt groaned when Blaine’s fingers slid right down to his ass, squeezing and kneading.
“Touch me there,” he said in a rush, before he could think too much.
“Kurt,” Blaine whispered and there was such a reverence in his face than Kurt shivered and pressed into his hands. “Are you sure?”
“Please.” His own voice was shaking. He passed the little bottle to Blaine, who took it like a gift.
Then there were fingers at his entrance, sliding in slowly, one by one, with careful timing to let him get accustomed to the sensations. Blaine was watching his face with dark, wide eyes - attentive, concerned, so careful with him. But Kurt didn’t want careful. He just wanted, the desire burning ever brighter with every pass of Blaine’s fingers, every time he rocked down into Blaine’s lap to press them together, his own precome providing enough lubrication now. He could come like this, easily - drunk on Blaine’s touch and scent and the little sounds he was making, on the raw love burning in his eyes. Pleasure was buzzing through him, making him tingle and ache with need. It had been too long and he missed this. Missed Blaine like this.
But this wasn’t how he wanted to come. Now that the thought was there, he could imagine no other way than what sizzled through his brain, making his blood boil. He wanted to mark Blaine as his, own his attention so completely no one else would get there, no matter how hard they tried. He wanted to give him something so memorable there was no room in Blaine’s mind to think that anyone else, ever, might be his soulmate. Blaine was his. And he was Blaine’s. And right now, Kurt was going to show him just how much.
He stopped moving and Blaine’s fingers in him stilled, too, his face immediately concerned.
“Are you alright?”
Kurt smiled at him, feeling sexy and powerful and so certain now. “Oh, I’m much better than alright. I just need something.” He stretched slightly to reach into the drawer. Once his hand came back with the little foil package, Blaine gasped. His hips jerked up involuntarily and he moaned so loud at the sudden friction that for a moment Kurt wondered if that would be it.
But no. Blaine opened his eyes and just stared as Kurt scooted back so that he could have easier access. The movement caused Blaine’s fingers to slip out of him and he gasped softly, already aching to be filled again. The condom out of the wrapper now, he looked up at Blaine.
“Okay?”
Blaine nodded quickly. “God yes. Please.” Then he frowned. “Only if you want to though, okay?” Then Blaine’s eyes closed and he just panted softly as Kurt rolled the condom onto him and stroked him a few times. Kurt inched closer again so that Blaine’s cock was right under his ass. He leaned close to suck a mark on his neck and whisper into his ear.
“Oh, I want to. I want you so much.” He sat back up and smiled at the awestruck look on Blaine’s face. “Lube?” he asked innocently.
Blaine hurried to apply more on both of them and Kurt couldn’t even wait until he was done slicking himself up, he just pressed down against him, Blaine’s action providing the perfect positioning of his cock. Kurt was wild with want. It sang in his blood, my soulmate, mine, no one else is allowed and then his thoughts sizzled to a stop because it was again so much more than fingers but so much better, too. He didn’t know what had changed. It should still feel weird like last time, but whether it was how much he wanted it, or the possessiveness that made him desperate, it was better. So much better that he couldn’t stop himself, loud and unrestrained like he never was before. Underneath him, Blaine was panting, looking at him like he was the best, most perfect thing he’d ever seen.
He got to that uncomfortable moment again, the point where he’d panicked before, tensing and making it all worse, but the twinge of pain didn’t scare him this time. He worked with it, minute rolls of his hips and deep breathing until he felt looser and then suddenly it was easy. In one smooth slide down he impaled himself completely until he was sitting in Blaine’s lap, Blaine’s cock as deep as it could go. He sat for a moment, taking it all in.
There was sweat on his neck and chest, a tickly droplet rolling down his back. He was panting and his cheeks felt on fire. And he had Blaine’s cock buried deep in him, hard and unyielding, filling him more completely than he ever thought possible. And it felt good.
He did it. They were doing this. Blaine looked as incredulous and awed as Kurt felt.
“Does it feel good?” Kurt asked and oh, his voice sounded wrecked.
“God, Kurt, I just… I can’t think it’s so good. Are you okay?”
Kurt smiled. “I’m perfect.” And he really was. It felt right, being together like this. They were like two pieces of a puzzle connected together and god it was so cheesy and he so didn’t care. He could cry with how happy and right he felt.
Or he could do something better.
He lifted slightly on his knees and slid back down, the feeling of Blaine’s cock moving in and out of his body even better than that of merely being full. Moaning, he worked his hips harder, establishing a slow rhythm. He felt sensuous, like he was dancing, like his body knew just what to do, rising and falling to a silent music, chasing the sparks of pleasure that seemed to set him alight all over.
Blaine’s moans were getting louder, more desperate. He arched under Kurt, and Kurt found it ridiculously hot that he was still mostly dressed under Kurt’s shamelessly naked body. He rolled his hips again, hand sliding to his own neglected cock. He hadn’t even realized how close he was until now.
“God, Kurt, if you could see yourself now.” Blaine groaned. “I can’t hold back much longer, I’m gonna come.”
“Good. Me too.” Kurt rasped, breathless.
Blaine reached for him. “Kiss me. Please, Kurt.”
Kurt went easily, and as he leaned down for a kiss, the angle of Blaine’s cock changed inside him, a minute shift that made him see sparks. Blaine’s hand took over Kurt’s cock, tight and wet between their bellies, and he kissed him hard. Kurt could only grip his shoulders and hold on for dear life as his orgasm swept through him like wildfire, everywhere at once, a loop of pleasure that seemed endless.
Blaine slid out of him gently a moment later. Kurt didn’t have energy to move. He let himself be rolled onto his side and scooped into Blaine’s arms, and still he could just breathe and hold on, feeling wrecked with bliss, faint tremors of pleasure running through his body.
When he opened his eyes, Blaine was smiling at him.
“Hi.”
“Hi. I can’t feel my legs,” Kurt mumbled into Blaine’s bicep that served as his pillow. “You okay?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I know you do.” There was a calm warmth in Blaine’s eyes that Kurt had missed so much lately. He looked at peace. “You are my present and my future, Kurt Hummel.” He stroked his thumb over Kurt’s mark, another buzz of pleasure. “You’re my soulmate. The only one. Forever.”