Fic: The Way You Touch Me (Part Four)
MASTERPOST | PROLOGUE | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE
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Blaine moves back to Ohio for the summer feeling like a completely new man. One year of college under his belt, he’s finally able to be himself in a city he’s dreamed about living in since he can remember, and he’s in love. He’s in love with the most amazing, caring, phenomenal man, and some days he has to pinch himself to remind him that Kurt is real. That this is his life.
He doesn’t get to see Kurt much the first couple of weeks that they’re home. Cooper comes to visit, and all hell always breaks loose whenever he’s back. Of course, he has to meet Kurt, and of course Kurt enjoys an entire afternoon of completely embarrassing stories from Blaine’s childhood. Kurt loves it, Blaine hates it. Well, he loves it a little, because even though he’s pretty sure his cheeks are permanently red, Kurt hasn’t been able to take his eyes off him. Even though apparently Cooper is the best looking man in America, Blaine! Kurt isn’t head over heels in love with him - only Blaine gets that honor.
“So,” Cooper crashes down on the couch next to Blaine the evening after meeting Kurt. “Blainey, you and Kurt… that’s serious, isn’t it?”
Blaine looks at Cooper over his phone where he’s been texting Kurt, letting him know they were home, and raises his eyebrows. “You’re actually interested in my love life?”
Cooper swings an arm up over Blaine’s shoulders and pulls him close. “Of course, little brother. Now, tell me… have you lost the big ‘V’ yet?”
“Have I - what?” Blaine sputters, trying to pull out of Cooper’s grip but he has a strong hold on Blaine’s shoulder. “Coop, that’s none of your business.”
“Oh, I’m just giving you a hard time Blainey,” Cooper says with a smile and pats Blaine on the back. “I can tell you’re in love - I’m happy for you! Now, just promise me one thing.” He holds up his index finger before pointing it towards Blaine. “That you two are being safe? Just like we talked about?”
Blaine rolls his eyes and pushes Cooper’s finger away. “Yes, Cooper. You don’t have to worry, and we haven’t - you know what? I’m not even going there with you.”
Cooper returns to L.A. a few days later, and when Blaine gets back from dropping him off at the airport he sees a bag on his nightstand that definitely wasn’t there when he woke up. He knows what it is before he even opens it, thanks to Cooper’s sloppy handwriting on the side - stay safe little bro! - a giant bottle of lube and an economy sized box of condoms. He shakes his head and throws the lube and condoms in his nightstand drawer, along with the other condoms he already had purchased when got home.
Now that Cooper is gone, Blaine is free to do whatever he wants for the rest of the summer, for the most part. There are a few family obligations here and there (ones he’s hoping to bring Kurt to) but otherwise, he can spend as much time with Kurt as possible.
A nervous feeling coils in his belly and he flops back on his bed, unlocking his phone just to see the picture he took the other day of the two of them on his home screen. They’re ready - he knows they are. Everything that Kurt has worried about in the past, they’ve worked to help him get through. He just hopes he can make everything perfect for Kurt, erase every bad memory that he has in regards to sex.
Being back home, it’s not as easy to find time to be completely alone as it was at school. It takes a couple more weeks until Kurt’s house is going to be empty for the night - there’s no way Blaine wants to rush this, to only have a few hours. He wants to take his time, to show Kurt just how much he loves him.
He waits as Kurt showers, knowing that Kurt needs a few moments to himself, so he sits on the edge of Kurt’s bed and just closes his eyes. Kurt’s room smells of Kurt. Of his cologne, of the candles he likes to burn sometimes, of his laundry detergent. He’s so distracted, just trying to clear his mind; he almost doesn’t hear Kurt step into the room.
“Hey,” Kurt says softly, holding on to the towel where it’s tucked in around his waist.
Blaine reaches out for Kurt, interrupting Kurt’s walk to his dresser. “C’mere,” he whispers. When Kurt is in reach, he pulls him in between his knees, and looks up at him; his mouth feeling like it has gone dry. “Kurt,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. Kurt’s chest is heaving slightly and there’s a stray drop of water running down his breastbone that Blaine wants to chase with his tongue, but there’s something he wants to say first.
“You’re making me nervous,” Kurt says, huffing out a breath.
“Don’t be.” Blaine shakes his head and grabs Kurt’s right hand with both of his hands. He turns it so Kurt’s palm is facing him and running his thumb across one of the deep lines that cross Kurt’s hand, he leans in and presses a kiss against each one of Kurt’s fingertips. “Someone once told me that the touch of fingertips is as sexy as it gets,” Blaine says quietly, splaying out his hand so it fits against Kurt’s. “Kurt, I love you so much.”
Kurt’s hand starts trembling against Blaine’s, and when Blaine looks back up at him, Kurt’s eyes are dark with lust, shining from the soft light on the bedside table. “Blaine… I love you, too.”
Blaine stands, cupping the back of Kurt’s head and dragging his mouth along Kurt’s jaw to his ear. “Let me show you how much I love you,” he whispers, puling Kurt’s earlobe in between his teeth.
When Kurt arches his body against Blaine’s, the towel drops to the floor. He fists his hands into the hem of Blaine’s shirt, slowly pulling it up. “Please,” he sighs, his head falling against Blaine’s bare shoulder once he tosses Blaine’s shirt to the floor.
“Let’s get on the bed,” Blaine says softly, reaching back and pulling Kurt’s sheets down. He curls his arm around Kurt’s waist and grabs the towel before easing him down on the bed, over the towel, unable to take his eyes off Kurt’s amazing body - and how unashamed Kurt is to be naked around him anymore. He quickly pushes his pants and briefs off and climbs on top of Kurt. “You are so gorgeous,” he mumbles before letting his body relax against Kurt’s and brushing their lips together.
Kurt bends his right leg at the knee, slotting their cocks together perfectly. Between light kisses, his lips form a smile and his eyes shine bright with unshed tears. “You make me feel gorgeous. And you… god, you have no idea how handsome you are, do you?”
Blaine has to suck his bottom lip into his mouth to keep it from trembling, and he distracts himself momentarily by reaching over to Kurt’s nightstand and grabbing the lube and a condom. When he sets them on the other side of the bed, he looks back at Kurt and notices a tear is just falling from his left eye. His face softens and he immediately reaches up to brush it away with his thumb, then chases his thumb with his mouth, kissing right next to Kurt’s eye. “Everything okay?”
Kurt smiles and cards his fingers through Blaine’s hair, pulling his head close and resting their foreheads together. “Everything is perfect. We’re perfect. Thank you.”
When they kiss again, Blaine closes his eyes and lets his body slowly rock against Kurt’s. Their lips and tongues move so well together now, after months of kissing like this, but there’s a fire behind this kiss that hasn’t ever been there before. They’ve shared their bodies with each other in so many ways already, and to be here, to get the chance to be this close with Kurt, to experience this with him… Blaine is having a little trouble focusing.
He has to blink to clear the fog in his eyes when he pulls back to look at Kurt. Just seeing Kurt smile up at him and having him nod makes Blaine’s throat tighten. “Okay,” he says, and he’s proud that his voice didn’t break. Kurt hands him the lube and lifts his head up just enough to kiss Blaine’s chin. “Ready?” Blaine asks, skimming his thumb across Kurt’s bottom lip.
Kurt chases Blaine’s thumb and sucks it into his mouth, keeping his eyes on Blaine. He releases it after flicking the tip of his tongue against the pad, making all of the hair on Blaine’s arm stand on end. “I’m ready, Blaine,” Kurt says confidently. Blaine’s not quite sure he’s ever heard Kurt’s voice so deep before.
“Just... let me know if you want to stop.” Blaine moves to Kurt’s side and quickly slicks up his fingers generously with lube. Kurt spreads his legs open, one hand holding onto Blaine’s arm. Before Blaine reaches down between Kurt’s legs, he glances up and is relieved when there’s no hesitation in Kurt’s eyes.
“Go ahead,” Kurt says, tilting his hips up in invitation.
Blaine nods and reaches down, gently swirling his fingertip around the rim of Kurt’s entrance. He feels Kurt relax immediately and he has to close his eyes for just a moment to compose himself because Kurt is trusting him with this, with his body. He gently pushes his index finger inside and returns his gaze to Kurt when he hears a breathy sigh.
Kurt smiles and squeezes his arm. “That was a good sigh, keep going.”
“I think I’m more nervous than you are,” Blaine says, shaking his head at himself. He slowly works his finger into the last knuckle before easing it back out, paying careful attention to any signs of distress or pain in Kurt’s face. There’s no way he can even think about how tight Kurt feels, or all the breath will punch right out of his lungs.
The slow push of Blaine’s second finger inside makes Kurt gasp and arch his back beautifully, his muscles pulling taut across his abdomen. “Ah, Blaine,” he moans, pushing his head back into his pillow. “That’s - god.”
Blaine leans down to trace Kurt’s nipple with his tongue while he works his fingers in and out of Kurt’s hole. Kurt’s hips are slowly starting to move with his hand, making Blaine speed up his rhythm. “Okay so far?” he murmurs into Kurt’s skin, pulling the raised nipple in between his teeth.
“Ah - “ Kurt nods, arching into Blaine’s mouth. “Yeah, yeah, it uh, the stretch. It’s good.” When Blaine crooks his fingers and brushes his fingertips against the small bundle of nerves, Kurt gasps loudly and thrusts his ass down onto Blaine’s hand. “Oh, fuck, what - what’s that?”
Blaine crooks his fingers again and licks up Kurt’s chest to his collarbone, sucking into the skin. “Your prostate,” he says roughly, crooking his fingers again which causes Kurt to cry out. “You’re so beautiful like this… do you think you’re ready for three?”
Kurt’s fingers slide up Blaine’s arm and up into his hair on the back of his head, turning his face down toward Blaine’s. “Yeah,” he pants, spreading his legs wider. “Please. I didn’t… I didn’t’ know it could feel like this.”
Sliding his fingers out slowly, Blaine sits up so he can slick his fingers again. He brushes Kurt’s bangs off his forehead with his clean hand when he sees the pout on his face. “I’m sorry… I just want to make sure there’s enough.”
Kurt nods, his lips parting and Blaine can see a hint of pink tongue that makes his balls ache. Before he pushes all three fingers in, Blaine rubs them around Kurt’s entrance, slicking up the rim even more. He feels so intimately connected to Kurt in this moment, with Kurt looking at him through hooded eyes and flushed cheeks.
Blaine knows from experience that three fingers feels so much more than two, so he take his time, slowly pushing inside. He tries to distract Kurt by kissing up to his jaw, licking and sucking on his sweaty skin while he inches his fingers in without hurting him. “I love you, I love you so much,” he whispers into Kurt’s ear, pulling his earlobe into his mouth.
Once Kurt’s body relaxes and he starts moving with Blaine’s fingers again, Blaine is able to lift his head and brush his lips against Kurt’s, swallowing Kurt’s gasps. “That’s it,” he says into Kurt’s mouth, sweeping his tongue across Kurt’s bottom lip as he works to stretch Kurt, fucking him with his fingers. “Yeah.”
“Blaine, Blaine,” Kurt says frantically when Blaine brushes up against his prostate again, hand flying up to grab Blaine’s arm. “If you don’t stop, this’ll be over before it starts.”
Blaine stills his hand, glancing down at Kurt’s cock which is lying heavy and hard against his belly, a bead of precome shining at tip. “Okay,” he nods, slowly withdrawing his fingers. His belly twists hotly as the muscles of Kurt’s rim tighten around his fingers as he pulls them out, because in a few minutes his cock will be feeling that warm, tight sensation. “Just let me - “
Kurt grabs the condom wrapper and pushes himself up on his elbows. “C-can I? I just thought -“
After Blaine wipes his fingers off on the towel, he moves so he’s kneeling in between Kurt’s legs. “Of course,” he says softly, reaching out to trail his fingers along Kurt’s jawline. After Kurt pulls the condom out of the wrapper, Blaine’s about to instruct him to pinch the tip before he rolls it down, but Kurt does it anyway, so he keeps his mouth closed and swallows a moan as Kurt’s fingers work the condom down his cock.
Before Kurt lies back down, he grabs one of his pillows and pushes it under his hips, under the towel. A slight blush forms on his cheeks as he settles back against the mattress, spreading his legs for Blaine. “I… read that this would help.”
The sight before him makes the breath catch in Blaine’s throat, so all he can do is nod. He grabs the lube and slicks up his cock, closing his eyes briefly and squeezing at the base to try to calm himself before he shuffles closer and lines his cock up with Kurt’s entrance. “Ready?”
Kurt smiles and lifts his legs up to hug Blaine’s waist, his right hand diving back into Blaine’s hair. “Yes, Blaine.”
Blaine nods, all of the breath rushing out of his lungs as he tilts his hips forward, the head of his cock pushing inside. It’s unlike anything he’s ever dreamt of, so tight and slick, and he can feel sweat break out across his hairline just from how slowly he’s going. “God,” he groans, resting both arms on either side of Kurt’s head. “Are you okay?”
Pulling Blaine in for a kiss, Kurt uses his legs to guide Blaine in the rest of the way. Once he’s bottomed out, Kurt breaks away from Blaine’s mouth and takes a deep breath. “I’m… great. Just. A minute? Let me feel you.”
“Of course,” Blaine says, trying to keep his voice steady. He feels like he could come at any point, but he wants to last for Kurt. Wants to make this good for Kurt, to do everything he can to make this perfect. He grabs Kurt’s left hand, intertwines their fingers and slides their arms up over Kurt’s head. “You feel so good,” he whimpers, trying not to thrust, ducking his head against Kurt’s shoulder.
Kurt tugs on Blaine’s hair and digs his heels into Blaine’s ass. “O-okay, you can move.” He twists his head so his throat is bared to Blaine and buries his face in the crook of his raised arm. “Oh, oh,” he cries out when Blaine starts rocking his hips.
Blaine squeezes Kurt’s hand, slowly thrusting his hips. He feels overwhelmed, to finally be connected with Kurt like this. To be sharing his body and love with someone who trusts him enough to do the same. “Love you,” he murmurs, leaving an open mouth kiss on Kurt’s neck while trying to work his hips just right.
Kurt’s hand slips down to Blaine’s neck, his fingers scratching the skin as he lets out a surprised gasp, his entire body arching. “Ah, yes, there - Blaine - please.”
There’s no way he’s going to last much longer, not with Kurt clenching down on him so wonderfully with every thrust. He slips his hand out of Kurt’s grasp and reaches down, wrapping his fingers around Kurt’s cock and starts to stroke. His thrusts start to lose coordination when Kurt squeezes his legs tighter and grabs two fists full of his hair. “Are…are you close?”
A needy whine gets caught in Kurt’s throat before he nods and blinks up at Blaine, his hips moving with Blaine’s. “Just - little more. Blaine.”
Blaine watches as Kurt arches back into the pillow, his mouth falling open, while he works him through his orgasm, long streaks of come spilling over Kurt’s chest and that does it for Blaine. He grunts and finally lets go, crying out Kurt’s name as he climaxes, collapsing on top of Kurt as his hips thrust weakly while his orgasm subsides.
Kurt lets his legs fall to his sides and he wraps his arms around Blaine’s shoulders, holding him close. “I love you,” he says, trying to bury his face in Blaine’s neck.
A flood of emotion rushes through Blaine’s body and he pushes himself up just enough to cup Kurt’s face and start planting kisses everywhere he can reach. “I love you, I love you so much. Are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m wonderful,” Kurt says with a sigh, his eyes bright. “Thank you, for being so amazing.”
Blaine feels like his throat is closing up on him with how overwhelmed he is. He takes a minute to tilt his hips back and slowly pull out, kissing away the slight pout that forms on Kurt’s lips. “Remember? I will always, always make you feel good.”
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