Glee-Fic: Trust, Chapter Seventeen
“This might hurt,” is all Blaine tells him and Kurt shivers and nods, looking up at him with trusting eyes because he does trust Blaine, with everything, and he knows Blaine won’t hurt him intentionally.
“Okay,” he whispers, holding out his wrists as instructed, and by the time he’s in the air, wrists and ankles shackled to a bar above his head and his body swaying, he’s not sure about this anymore.
Yes, it leaves him open to…what he’d asked Blaine to do to him, but at the same time it’s not exactly a conventional, comfortable position.
“Okay?” Blaine’s running his fingers along the outside of Kurt’s thigh, soothing and gentle, and Kurt nods briefly. “Okay. Start rolling,” he tells the cameramen, leaning for a brief kiss and thank God he’s strung Kurt up in a way that lets him do that. “Just relax, baby,” he whispers, holding Kurt’s head against his shoulder for a brief moment and Kurt breathes in his scent and nods. “Anytime you feel unsafe just tell me and we’ll get you down.”
“Okay,” Kurt whispers, closing his eyes as he feels Blaine’s fingers, suddenly slick with lube, press against his entrance.
“Relax,” Blaine’s voice is a command now, slipping into his role, and Kurt does, casting his memory back to that night in his bedroom when it was just him and Blaine, no ropes or chains or cameras, and he can feel Blaine’s finger slide in easily and hear Blaine’s throatily murmured approval at the action.
Kurt floats after that, letting his body make whatever sounds it would, and when he feels Blaine withdraw his fingers and lightly touch his stomach he lets his eyes open and sees the other man standing over him with a vibrator that looks rather similar to the one Kurt had used on him, if a little smaller.
Kurt knows that Blaine can’t look like he cares too much, this is supposed to be punishment after all, but their eyes meet and Kurt gives a jerky nod, willing his body to slump as he feels the head of the toy press against his opening and two deep breaths later it’s in, snug against his balls at the base and not feeling too horribly uncomfortable.
“Good,” Blaine murmurs, running his hands along Kurt’s thighs. “I’m going to turn it on and start jerking you off. You can’t come unless you ask and I give you permission. Clear?”
“Yes, sir,” Kurt replies automatically, and a second later Blaine flicks the switch and the most amazing sensation courses through his body, the vibrator pressing against his prostate and it’s almost too intense right from the get-go. “Fuck!”
Blaine chuckles rather darkly and wraps his lube-slick hand around Kurt’s cock, stroking him painfully slowly as Kurt feels his entire body tremble, trying to rock back against the toy to get as many sensations as he could out of it.
It seems far too short by the time he’s already overloaded, pleading to come in an almost embarrassingly high voice, and when Blaine finally lets him he swears he nearly blacks out at the intensity of it, the feeling of Blaine so close and the knowledge that next time it won’t be a toy, it’ll actually be Blaine inside of him.
He’s still shaking when they let him down, curled up in a blanket on Blaine’s lap almost immediately, but he’s more than a little elated and he kisses Blaine’s lips and tells him to come over to Finn’s once they’re done cleaning up.
He needs him close tonight.
000
“Do you ever think about quitting?” he asks once they’re lying in bed, Kurt tracing meaningless patterns on Blaine’s bare chest. Finn had taken one look at them, flushed and wrapped around each other, and told them that he’d be in his room with his headphones in and the music cranked so could they please try to keep it a little quiet? and Kurt had laughed and given him a quick hug before he and Blaine disappeared into the guest room.
“My job?” Blaine questions, hands roaming over Kurt’s shoulders and back, like he can’t stop touching, and maybe he can’t. Maybe it’s true. “Sometimes, but…the money.”
“Not to sound rude, but I’ve had, what, about four sessions? And I have enough money to get me through the rest of the school year,” Kurt has a furrow between his brows, a bit of a frown, and Blaine smooths his hands over Kurt’s pale skin and considers his next words.
“You’re not rude, but I have to be blunt in return: your job is lot harder than mine, so you get paid more. If I make a tenth of what you do…”
Kurt shrugs, and Blaine has no idea what that means so he frames the other man’s face and kisses him softly.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Seriously? Knowing that you go to work every day touching other men? I’m not that insecure, Blaine, but it’s…you know, it’s not an easy thing to overlook,” Kurt’s biting his lower lip rather adorably and Blaine knows he has to reassure him this time.
“Kurt, you know that I…the most I ever do for anybody else is handjobs. I rarely kiss them, only if they ask for it, and you’re the first person I’ve ever given a blowjob to while at work. It really is just a job to me, and most of the time I don’t even get turned on,” he admits with a bit of a blush, because for most people working with hot guys all the time? Getting turned on shouldn’t be a problem.
“I’m flattered. Really,” Kurt promises, but there’s still a deadness in his eyes that makes Blaine worry. “It’s nothing. I just…you know, thinking about you touching other people and making them come makes me a tad jealous and possessive,” he adds, a rather impish smirk on his lips as he leans in to kiss Blaine’s cheek. “Is that a bad thing?”
“No,” Blaine gulps, wondering if Kurt has any idea how sexual he’s being right now. “It’s…it’s really not, Kurt, but…you have to remember, I get to make all of those guys come but you’re the only one who gets to make me come.”
Kurt’s eyes darken immediately and a hand finds its way to the small of Blaine’s back, pulling him in.
“Hmm…so you were turned on today watching me?” he asks softly, his voice dripping pure seduction, and Blaine shivers because only Kurt could ever make him come apart like this.
“So turned on,” he replies, seeing no reason to lie, and Kurt reaches a hand between them, bold in the darkness and in a bed he’s familiar in, cupping Blaine through his thin pyjama pants.
“Well, Finn’s pretty much given us free reign to do what we will so long as we’re quiet. Think you can handle that?” he asks, kissing Blaine softly as Blaine nearly whimpers into his mouth with need.
God, Kurt just makes him come apart and he loves it.
Loves him, and he’s going to tell him.
He is.
But all conscious thought flees from his brain when Kurt’s hand slips into his pants and wraps around him, already sweat-slick as he strokes upward slowly and Blaine keens, clutching at Kurt’s shoulders and moaning into his mouth to help stifle the noise.
Kurt laughs against his lips, flicking his wrist a bit, and Blaine pumps his hips and just surrenders to the feelings coursing through him, knowing that Kurt will hold him steady.
“Take your pants off,” Kurt murmurs and Blaine kicks them down, spreading his legs a bit as Kurt speeds up, drawing back a bit and biting his lip in pure concentration and Blaine would find it innocently endearing if he weren’t so close to the edge.
“Kurt…Kurt, I need…just…” he gasps, needing to hear it’s okay, that he can let go, and Kurt presses a kiss just below his ear and murmurs, ‘Come,’ and that’s it.
000
He struggles out of bed once he’s come down, getting his pants back on and stumbling out to the kitchen after promising he’ll be back soon. He’s parched, shivery, and knowing that he’s going to tell Kurt he loves him tonight and he needs a drink to make sure he throat doesn’t crack and ruin the moment.
“Have a good time?” Finn’s digging through the fridge, bringing out ingredients for a sandwich and it might be after midnight but Blaine isn’t going to question him on this one.
“Yes,” he says cautiously, reaching around Finn and grabbing a bottle of water before tipping it down his throat and sighing. “Is that…”
“Dude, whatever you guys do I’m cool with so long as I don’t hear it. I watched the video, remember?” he smiles but there’s something a little terrified in his eyes and Blaine has to chuckle fondly at that.
“I know,” he assures him, leaning back against the counter.
“I’m really happy for you guys,” Finn says after a minute, looking a little forlorn. “I mean, the way you look at each other? You guys just…care about each other so much and are so happy and he…he deserves that, after the life he’s had,” the tall man shuffles his feet before picking up the finished sandwich and popping it in the microwave for a few seconds to warm it up.
“You’ll find her, Finn,” Blaine says confidently, because he might not know Finn all that well but he can tell he’s a really great guy.
“Thought I did,” Finn murmurs, taking the sandwich out and heading over to the counter. “But maybe it’s for the best, y’know? Get out, broaden my horizons or whatever the saying is,” he sits down and sighs heavily, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “One day, right?”
“One day,” Blaine affirms, taking another sip before replacing the water in the door. “Well, good night.”
“G’night, dude,” Finn waves and digs into his sandwich, and Blaine steels himself for the words he’s about to say.
000
“I love you.”
He nearly chokes on air at that, though, as he’s sliding into bed, but Kurt’s eyes are half-closed and his whole body is relaxed, molded into the pillows and mattress and utterly at ease as he reaches to cup Blaine’s cheek and draw him in closer.
“You…” Blaine sputters, blinking, and Kurt immediately wakes up a little more.
“Did I…was I not supposed to…oh, God, I…” he stammers and Blaine has to shut him up with a well-timed kiss.
“No, dummy, I was just…going to say the exact same thing and you beat me to it. So I’ll say it anyway: I love you, Kurt Hummel,” he says earnestly, tangling his fingers with Kurt’s and raising their joined hands to his mouth so he can kiss Kurt’s knuckles, earning a blush from the younger man. “And I promise, if you ask me to quit my job, I will…”
“I won’t,” Kurt shakes his head. “I’d never control you like that. But just…as long as you can promise…”
“You’re the only one, Kurt. And once I get out of grad school I can quit and get a job that isn’t in the porn industry,” he promises with a laugh, and Kurt nods before leaning in for a long, drawn-out kiss.
“So,” he starts when he draws back, looking off to the side a little. “About us making love…”
“Whenever you want. Wherever you want. I mean, as long as it’s in a bed, but whether it’s this one or yours at your actual place or mine it doesn’t matter. What do you…”
“Rachel will be out this weekend with Paul,” Kurt says immediately. “Do you want to come over?”
“I’d love to.”
And Blaine seals that promise with another kiss, just because he can.
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Notes:
1. So I’m thinking probably one more chapter and then an epilogue of this, so we’re coming to the end, folks!
2. A couple of songs I listened to lately that are both really awesome and relate really well to Klaine, in my opinion. “Daylight” by Maroon 5 (which I see as kind of a ‘the night before Kurt leaves for New York’ song): www (.) youtube (.) com/watch?v=Wg9Urm2_7xQ and “Here With Me” by The Killers, which kind of relates to where they are in canon right now: www (.) youtube (.) com/watch?v=2W8esOKFM_4
3. Again, because I keep changing my blogs, my normal tumblr can be found at thedoctorandthemurse and is a lot of Glee, general things and spec and rambly-ness and a few things about other fandoms, and my Klaine-only blog is kurtbowtieletitsnow :)
4. Let me know what you thought! And thank you so much for all the support this fic has received so far!!
“Okay,” he whispers, holding out his wrists as instructed, and by the time he’s in the air, wrists and ankles shackled to a bar above his head and his body swaying, he’s not sure about this anymore.
Yes, it leaves him open to…what he’d asked Blaine to do to him, but at the same time it’s not exactly a conventional, comfortable position.
“Okay?” Blaine’s running his fingers along the outside of Kurt’s thigh, soothing and gentle, and Kurt nods briefly. “Okay. Start rolling,” he tells the cameramen, leaning for a brief kiss and thank God he’s strung Kurt up in a way that lets him do that. “Just relax, baby,” he whispers, holding Kurt’s head against his shoulder for a brief moment and Kurt breathes in his scent and nods. “Anytime you feel unsafe just tell me and we’ll get you down.”
“Okay,” Kurt whispers, closing his eyes as he feels Blaine’s fingers, suddenly slick with lube, press against his entrance.
“Relax,” Blaine’s voice is a command now, slipping into his role, and Kurt does, casting his memory back to that night in his bedroom when it was just him and Blaine, no ropes or chains or cameras, and he can feel Blaine’s finger slide in easily and hear Blaine’s throatily murmured approval at the action.
Kurt floats after that, letting his body make whatever sounds it would, and when he feels Blaine withdraw his fingers and lightly touch his stomach he lets his eyes open and sees the other man standing over him with a vibrator that looks rather similar to the one Kurt had used on him, if a little smaller.
Kurt knows that Blaine can’t look like he cares too much, this is supposed to be punishment after all, but their eyes meet and Kurt gives a jerky nod, willing his body to slump as he feels the head of the toy press against his opening and two deep breaths later it’s in, snug against his balls at the base and not feeling too horribly uncomfortable.
“Good,” Blaine murmurs, running his hands along Kurt’s thighs. “I’m going to turn it on and start jerking you off. You can’t come unless you ask and I give you permission. Clear?”
“Yes, sir,” Kurt replies automatically, and a second later Blaine flicks the switch and the most amazing sensation courses through his body, the vibrator pressing against his prostate and it’s almost too intense right from the get-go. “Fuck!”
Blaine chuckles rather darkly and wraps his lube-slick hand around Kurt’s cock, stroking him painfully slowly as Kurt feels his entire body tremble, trying to rock back against the toy to get as many sensations as he could out of it.
It seems far too short by the time he’s already overloaded, pleading to come in an almost embarrassingly high voice, and when Blaine finally lets him he swears he nearly blacks out at the intensity of it, the feeling of Blaine so close and the knowledge that next time it won’t be a toy, it’ll actually be Blaine inside of him.
He’s still shaking when they let him down, curled up in a blanket on Blaine’s lap almost immediately, but he’s more than a little elated and he kisses Blaine’s lips and tells him to come over to Finn’s once they’re done cleaning up.
He needs him close tonight.
000
“Do you ever think about quitting?” he asks once they’re lying in bed, Kurt tracing meaningless patterns on Blaine’s bare chest. Finn had taken one look at them, flushed and wrapped around each other, and told them that he’d be in his room with his headphones in and the music cranked so could they please try to keep it a little quiet? and Kurt had laughed and given him a quick hug before he and Blaine disappeared into the guest room.
“My job?” Blaine questions, hands roaming over Kurt’s shoulders and back, like he can’t stop touching, and maybe he can’t. Maybe it’s true. “Sometimes, but…the money.”
“Not to sound rude, but I’ve had, what, about four sessions? And I have enough money to get me through the rest of the school year,” Kurt has a furrow between his brows, a bit of a frown, and Blaine smooths his hands over Kurt’s pale skin and considers his next words.
“You’re not rude, but I have to be blunt in return: your job is lot harder than mine, so you get paid more. If I make a tenth of what you do…”
Kurt shrugs, and Blaine has no idea what that means so he frames the other man’s face and kisses him softly.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Seriously? Knowing that you go to work every day touching other men? I’m not that insecure, Blaine, but it’s…you know, it’s not an easy thing to overlook,” Kurt’s biting his lower lip rather adorably and Blaine knows he has to reassure him this time.
“Kurt, you know that I…the most I ever do for anybody else is handjobs. I rarely kiss them, only if they ask for it, and you’re the first person I’ve ever given a blowjob to while at work. It really is just a job to me, and most of the time I don’t even get turned on,” he admits with a bit of a blush, because for most people working with hot guys all the time? Getting turned on shouldn’t be a problem.
“I’m flattered. Really,” Kurt promises, but there’s still a deadness in his eyes that makes Blaine worry. “It’s nothing. I just…you know, thinking about you touching other people and making them come makes me a tad jealous and possessive,” he adds, a rather impish smirk on his lips as he leans in to kiss Blaine’s cheek. “Is that a bad thing?”
“No,” Blaine gulps, wondering if Kurt has any idea how sexual he’s being right now. “It’s…it’s really not, Kurt, but…you have to remember, I get to make all of those guys come but you’re the only one who gets to make me come.”
Kurt’s eyes darken immediately and a hand finds its way to the small of Blaine’s back, pulling him in.
“Hmm…so you were turned on today watching me?” he asks softly, his voice dripping pure seduction, and Blaine shivers because only Kurt could ever make him come apart like this.
“So turned on,” he replies, seeing no reason to lie, and Kurt reaches a hand between them, bold in the darkness and in a bed he’s familiar in, cupping Blaine through his thin pyjama pants.
“Well, Finn’s pretty much given us free reign to do what we will so long as we’re quiet. Think you can handle that?” he asks, kissing Blaine softly as Blaine nearly whimpers into his mouth with need.
God, Kurt just makes him come apart and he loves it.
Loves him, and he’s going to tell him.
He is.
But all conscious thought flees from his brain when Kurt’s hand slips into his pants and wraps around him, already sweat-slick as he strokes upward slowly and Blaine keens, clutching at Kurt’s shoulders and moaning into his mouth to help stifle the noise.
Kurt laughs against his lips, flicking his wrist a bit, and Blaine pumps his hips and just surrenders to the feelings coursing through him, knowing that Kurt will hold him steady.
“Take your pants off,” Kurt murmurs and Blaine kicks them down, spreading his legs a bit as Kurt speeds up, drawing back a bit and biting his lip in pure concentration and Blaine would find it innocently endearing if he weren’t so close to the edge.
“Kurt…Kurt, I need…just…” he gasps, needing to hear it’s okay, that he can let go, and Kurt presses a kiss just below his ear and murmurs, ‘Come,’ and that’s it.
000
He struggles out of bed once he’s come down, getting his pants back on and stumbling out to the kitchen after promising he’ll be back soon. He’s parched, shivery, and knowing that he’s going to tell Kurt he loves him tonight and he needs a drink to make sure he throat doesn’t crack and ruin the moment.
“Have a good time?” Finn’s digging through the fridge, bringing out ingredients for a sandwich and it might be after midnight but Blaine isn’t going to question him on this one.
“Yes,” he says cautiously, reaching around Finn and grabbing a bottle of water before tipping it down his throat and sighing. “Is that…”
“Dude, whatever you guys do I’m cool with so long as I don’t hear it. I watched the video, remember?” he smiles but there’s something a little terrified in his eyes and Blaine has to chuckle fondly at that.
“I know,” he assures him, leaning back against the counter.
“I’m really happy for you guys,” Finn says after a minute, looking a little forlorn. “I mean, the way you look at each other? You guys just…care about each other so much and are so happy and he…he deserves that, after the life he’s had,” the tall man shuffles his feet before picking up the finished sandwich and popping it in the microwave for a few seconds to warm it up.
“You’ll find her, Finn,” Blaine says confidently, because he might not know Finn all that well but he can tell he’s a really great guy.
“Thought I did,” Finn murmurs, taking the sandwich out and heading over to the counter. “But maybe it’s for the best, y’know? Get out, broaden my horizons or whatever the saying is,” he sits down and sighs heavily, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “One day, right?”
“One day,” Blaine affirms, taking another sip before replacing the water in the door. “Well, good night.”
“G’night, dude,” Finn waves and digs into his sandwich, and Blaine steels himself for the words he’s about to say.
000
“I love you.”
He nearly chokes on air at that, though, as he’s sliding into bed, but Kurt’s eyes are half-closed and his whole body is relaxed, molded into the pillows and mattress and utterly at ease as he reaches to cup Blaine’s cheek and draw him in closer.
“You…” Blaine sputters, blinking, and Kurt immediately wakes up a little more.
“Did I…was I not supposed to…oh, God, I…” he stammers and Blaine has to shut him up with a well-timed kiss.
“No, dummy, I was just…going to say the exact same thing and you beat me to it. So I’ll say it anyway: I love you, Kurt Hummel,” he says earnestly, tangling his fingers with Kurt’s and raising their joined hands to his mouth so he can kiss Kurt’s knuckles, earning a blush from the younger man. “And I promise, if you ask me to quit my job, I will…”
“I won’t,” Kurt shakes his head. “I’d never control you like that. But just…as long as you can promise…”
“You’re the only one, Kurt. And once I get out of grad school I can quit and get a job that isn’t in the porn industry,” he promises with a laugh, and Kurt nods before leaning in for a long, drawn-out kiss.
“So,” he starts when he draws back, looking off to the side a little. “About us making love…”
“Whenever you want. Wherever you want. I mean, as long as it’s in a bed, but whether it’s this one or yours at your actual place or mine it doesn’t matter. What do you…”
“Rachel will be out this weekend with Paul,” Kurt says immediately. “Do you want to come over?”
“I’d love to.”
And Blaine seals that promise with another kiss, just because he can.
Previous Chapter
Next Chapter
Notes:
1. So I’m thinking probably one more chapter and then an epilogue of this, so we’re coming to the end, folks!
2. A couple of songs I listened to lately that are both really awesome and relate really well to Klaine, in my opinion. “Daylight” by Maroon 5 (which I see as kind of a ‘the night before Kurt leaves for New York’ song): www (.) youtube (.) com/watch?v=Wg9Urm2_7xQ and “Here With Me” by The Killers, which kind of relates to where they are in canon right now: www (.) youtube (.) com/watch?v=2W8esOKFM_4
3. Again, because I keep changing my blogs, my normal tumblr can be found at thedoctorandthemurse and is a lot of Glee, general things and spec and rambly-ness and a few things about other fandoms, and my Klaine-only blog is kurtbowtieletitsnow :)
4. Let me know what you thought! And thank you so much for all the support this fic has received so far!!