Fic: The Way You Touch Me (Part Five)

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MASTERPOST | PROLOGUE | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE

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Blaine can’t stop staring at Kurt. The soft light from the surrounding lamps of their secluded booth accentuates the sharp lines of his cheekbones, the subtle highlights in his hair, the happy glint in his eyes. One year with this man and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over how gorgeous his boyfriend is. Or how lucky he is to have someone like Kurt in his life.

“So, I have a surprise for you,” Kurt says, pushing his fork into his slice of cheesecake. He lifts the piece to his mouth, closing his eyes in delight as he swallows. “I reserved a hotel room for us tonight.” When he sets his fork back down, there’s no sign of hesitation, or nerves, like there would’ve been six months ago. He reaches across the table and places his hand on top of Blaine’s, rubbing his thumb over Blaine’s knuckles. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight, and I didn’t think you would, either.”

A warm feeling unfurls in Blaine’s belly and he overturns his hand so he can interlace their fingers. “That sounds great,” he says, smiling. Something feels different between them, something exciting that he can’t quite place. He watches as Kurt takes another bite of his cheesecake and there’s a tease in Kurt’s eyes as he slowly pulls the fork out of his mouth. “You’re planning something, aren’t you?”

With a coy lift of his shoulder and a slight smile, Kurt just takes another bite of cheesecake and says nothing. When the bill comes, Blaine grabs it before Kurt can, because the dinner reservations were definitely his idea. It's not until they're sitting in the cab on the way to the hotel that Blaine realizes they have nothing but the clothes on their backs with them.

"Uh, Kurt?" he asks, squeezing Kurt's hand that he's holding across the seat. Kurt turns his head and quirks an eyebrow. "Not to... ruin this, but don't we need a little more than what we're wearing if we want to enjoy tonight?" He's pretty sure Kurt doesn't have condoms and lube in his pockets and still, they need clean clothes.

Kurt scoots as close to Blaine as his seat belt will allow and pulls their hands into his lap. "My secret operative has taken care of everything ahead of time and our room is already ready for us."

The cab pulls up to the hotel and before Blaine can reach back for his wallet, Kurt is already paying the fee. "You mean Rachel," he says as he's getting out of the car.

"Of course," Kurt says with a grin. "Who else do you think I've been discreetly exchanging texts with all evening?"

Blaine's not going to say anything, not when Kurt has managed to get them an entire night alone together - which is so hard to do doing the school year. A few hours here and there when they can kick their roommates out is fine, but staying the night is never an option. Also, quite impossible on their tiny dorm beds. He follows Kurt into the lobby and is about to stop at the front desk, but Kurt turns toward the elevators right away.

"Secret operative, remember?" Kurt says, winking. He grasps Blaine's hand and presses the 'up' button.

A sweet, slow build of arousal has been coursing through Blaine’s veins thanks to how Kurt has been looking at him all night. He can just feel that tonight is going to be different than any other time they've spent together. When they get into the elevator, it's empty and it takes quite a bit of restraint to keep himself from pushing Kurt against the wall and kiss him breathless. It's knowing that they're going to see Rachel in a minute that makes him keep his cool.

Blaine follows Kurt off the elevator when it stops at their floor and down a couple hallways, with Kurt checking the signs marking which way to go. Once they reach their room, Kurt knocks and Rachel answers within a few seconds.

"Hello boys," she says, handing Kurt the key cards. "Don't mind me, I'm not here. You didn't see me."

"Thanks, Rachel," Blaine says, before she closes the door, leaving them by themselves. He blinks rapidly and leans into Kurt, sliding his arms around his waist. "I almost expected her to stay for a while."

"Mmm, she was under strict instructions," Kurt says, winding his arms around Blaine's shoulders and pulling him close. "She knows what tonight means to us."

Blaine tucks his head into Kurt's shoulder and starts swaying his hips. "May I have this dance?"

Kurt laughs but starts moving with Blaine's body anyway. "There's no music… but yes, yes you may."

"When has that ever stopped us?" Blaine asks, and starts humming softly. He starts untucking Kurt's shirt underneath his waistcoat so he can feel his bare skin against his fingers, and just keeps swaying, right there in the little hallway of their hotel room. "Happy anniversary," he says softly.

"One year," Kurt murmurs, trailing one hand to Blaine's chest and loosening his tie. "Can I ask you something?"

There's a hint of nervousness in Kurt's voice, which makes Blaine stop moving and pull his head back, because Kurt has been nothing but confident all evening. "Of course. Anything... you know that."

After a deep breath, Kurt seems to shake any lingering nerves and he tilts his forehead against Blaine’s, skimming his warm hands to Blaine’s throat. “You’ve mentioned… me topping before? Would you still be interested in that?”

A flood of heat rushes to Blaine’s cock and he feels his knees buckle. His fingertips dig into the muscles in Kurt’s back just to keep himself steady. “I - yeah.” He nods, his eyes slipping closed. “I am really, really interested in that.”

“Good,” Kurt whispers, brushing his lips against Blaine’s. “Because I want to make you feel as good as you’ve made me.”

Blaine’s heart stutters in his chest, already feeling lightheaded at the thought of Kurt inside him, taking him, spreading him out and fucking him. “Please - can we move to the bed? I don’t think I can stay standing much longer.”

Kurt nods and nudges Blaine toward the bed, telling him to get comfortable while he grabs their things. Blaine quickly toes off his shoes and when he reaches the king size bed, pulls the covers down before climbing up against the pillows. “I have to admit, I’ve thought about this for a while,” Kurt says when he joins Blaine on the bed after removing his shoes, placing a few items and a towel on the bedside table. He cradles Blaine’s jaw in his hand and thumbs across his cheek. “The thought of being inside you… really turns me on.”

A whine gets caught in Blaine’s throat and he shifts forward to capture Kurt’s lips in a needy kiss. “Yes, yes. Me too.”

As soon as Kurt reaches for Blaine’s tie, they push up to their knees and continue kissing while they work to undress each other. Kurt’s waistcoat and shirt end up at the foot of the bed quickly enough. When Kurt pushes Blaine’s shirt off his arms, he drops his mouth to Blaine’s neck, his hands sliding down Blaine’s back, pulling him close. “Love your body,” he says, mouthing against his Adam’s apple.

Blaine lets his head fall back, eyes slipping closed while Kurt sucks at the skin near his collarbone. He blindly feels for Kurt’s waist, trailing his fingers to his belt. “These should come off.” He tries to unfasten the buckle, but is quickly distracted when Kurt licks a long line up his neck. “Kurt…”

Kurt twists his hips away from Blaine’s hands, bringing his own up to cup the back of Blaine’s neck, dragging his lips up to Blaine’s mouth. “Let me take care of you tonight,” he whispers, the last few words getting lost in their kiss as Kurt works Blaine’s mouth open with his.

It’s such a change from how they usually are, with Blaine taking the lead, that Blaine just lets himself fall into it, lets Kurt take over. They sink back down onto the bed and Kurt slowly kisses down Blaine’s chest, his hands working to open the button on Blaine’s pants, unzipping his fly. Blaine tilts his hips up when Kurt dips his fingers underneath his waistband of his briefs, tugging his pants and underwear down and off his legs.

Kurt ducks his head back down and presses a kiss on the inside of Blaine’s thigh. “Can you turn over?” He looks up at Blaine through his eyelashes, his hands inching up to Blaine’s waist. “I want to give you a massage first.”

The idea of Kurt’s hands all over him is so pleasing; Blaine can’t help but groan and immediately starts to roll over on his stomach, his cock pressing into the mattress. “That sounds amazing.” He brings his arms up and tucks his hands under his head, his eyes slipping closed.

“One second,” Kurt says, shifting away and grabbing something off the nightstand. He shuffles back and straddles Blaine’s hips, settling on top of Blaine’s ass. There’s a click of a bottle, the sound of Kurt rubbing his hands together, and then Kurt’s warm, slick hands are sliding up Blaine’s shoulder blades. “Just relax,” Kurt whispers, dragging his thumbs up the line of Blaine’s spine, leaning down to brush a kiss against the back of Blaine’s neck. “Concentrate on my hands.”

As Kurt slowly works the muscles in Blaine’s shoulders, Blaine feels himself melt into the mattress. “Uhn,” he grunts when Kurt presses his thumbs into a spot that feels particularly good, right at the base of his neck. “There.” Kurt digs his thumb harder into the muscle, releasing the tension as Blaine lets out a long, low sigh.

Kurt stays silent while he massages, kneading the muscles on Blaine’s back until he reaches the base of Blaine’s spine, his fingers dipping into the crack of Blaine’s ass. His breath hitches and his hands still. “I haven’t done this… I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, scooting back and trailing his fingers lightly over the rise of Blaine’s ass, causing goose bumps to break out over Blaine’s skin.

Blaine pushes himself up on his forearms and looks back at Kurt. “You won’t. Just go slow, just like I do. Do you… want me like this?” He bites his bottom lip and drops his head between his arms when Kurt dips both thumbs in between his ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Kurt is still straddling his thighs so he’s pinned down, but all Blaine wants to do is arch up toward Kurt for more. His cock is hard and tucked against the mattress but Kurt is exploring his ass right now and that’s about the only thing he can focus on. “Kurt, fuck,” he whimpers, clenching his hands into fists, as Kurt drags a thumb over his hole.

“I - yeah. Like this,” Kurt says, his voice cracking before he clears his throat and lifts off Blaine’s thighs. “Your ass, Blaine.” He slowly rubs his palm over the roundest part of Blaine’s ass cheek before squeezing the flesh with his fingers. “I… really, really like your ass.”

Blaine huffs out a laugh and tries to push up to his knees, which takes a moment until Kurt shuffles off to Blaine’s side. “Please - your fingers. Please finger me.” A low whine gets caught in this throat and he turns his head when Kurt starts to crawl off the bed. “Wha - “

It takes Kurt a few seconds to respond, after climbing off the bed and turning back towards Blaine, his hands still at his waist band and his eyes widen. “I, uh - “

God, he’s not going to make it through Kurt’s fingers inside him, let alone his cock. He already feels close to the edge of orgasm, a tight heat coiling at the base of his spine, and being so open and vulnerable for Kurt while he’s up on his knees, and having Kurt looking at him like that? Isn’t helping. He takes a deep, slow breath and reaches down to grab the base of his cock. “Kurt,” he says, trying to focus and needing to get Kurt back on track. “Grab the lube and please come back?”

That seems to shake Kurt out of his trance and he startles, then quickly unfastens his pants, shoving them and his boxer briefs to the floor. “Sorry it’s just… you look so good like that.” He steps out of them, and grabs everything he needs off the nightstand before returning to Blaine, bending to lift Blaine’s head and kiss him, pulling Blaine’s bottom lip into his mouth.

Blaine has one hand poised to cup Kurt’s cheek but Kurt is already pulling back, running a hand down Blaine’s back and Blaine lets his hand fall back down to the mattress. “God, Kurt,” Blaine groans, his eyes slipping closed, his knees spreading wider on the bed when Kurt’s fingers run down his crack and over his hole. “Inside, please. Want you inside.”

“Yeah, okay,” Kurt says, inhaling deeply and clicking open the bottle of lube. He kneels right behind Blaine, his hard cock brushing right up against the back of Blaine’s balls, making Kurt immediately jerk back. “Sorry - I’m just gonna - “

When Kurt’s slick finger drags around Blaine’s entrance, Blaine gasps and grabs the sheet in both of his hands. “Mmm… oh my god,” he whines, arching his back, trying to push back into Kurt’s touch. As Kurt pushes his finger inside, both of them make surprised sounds, and Blaine’s eyes fly open, jaw dropping as Kurt’s finger slides in all the way. “Oh,” Blaine says, his lungs feeling like they’re being squeezed tight, his nerve endings sparking all along his spine. “That’s it, yeah.”

Kurt pumps his finger a few times, and then pulls it almost all the way out, dragging the length against the rim of Blaine’s entrance and his breath hitches when he lines his middle finger up. “Are you ready for you two yet?” He pushes both fingers forward slightly and Blaine nods, sighing loudly with the stretch. “Tell me how it feels,” Kurt says, thrusting his fingers in and out, his other hand gripping Blaine’s ass, thumb pulling his cheek taut.

“So good,” Blaine says, rocking his hips back on Kurt’s hand. This is nothing like what his own fingers feel like, and if Kurt could just - “Crook your fingers, just a little - ah, yes - right there!” Blaine cries out, his right hand flying to the headboard, hand grasping the top edge. “Oh, please. Kurt - I need another.”

“God, Blaine,” Kurt says, awed, as he pushes a third finger in after adding a little more lube. “This looks…” he trails off and starts fucking his fingers in faster, using his free hand to squeeze Blaine’s waist. “I want to be inside you,” he whispers, twisting his fingers, dragging them across Blaine’s prostate.

The muscles in Blaine’s arms start to shake and his skin feels like it’s too tight, everything is too tight, too much. “Yes,” he pleads, head dropping down, grip tightening on the headboard. When Kurt slips his fingers out of his hole, Blaine whimpers and tries to thrust his hips back. “Kurt.” There’s a crinkling of a condom wrapper, Kurt’s ragged breath, and the click of a lube bottle, but Blaine hardly acknowledges any of it over the blood rushing through his ears.

And then Kurt is right there, the blunt head of his cock pressing up against Blaine’s entrance and god, he feels so big.

“Oh - oh,” Kurt gasps as he pushes inside, both hands clamping down on Blaine’s hips. “I - you’re so tight - oh my god - “ he whimpers, fingertips gripping harder as he slowly slides in deeper. “You’re… you’re just taking it, fuck- that’s so hot, oh my god - “

Blaine can’t seem to stop the little high pitched moans that are coming out of his mouth, as Kurt’s cock fills him, stretches him. He’s never heard Kurt talk like that, and as Kurt bottoms out, Blaine drops his hand back down to the bed, trying to keep himself up when it feels like all his nerves are on fire. This is so much better than even his favorite toy, he feels so much fuller with Kurt’s thick cock buried inside him, and the stretch is so good. “Ohh, yes,” Blaine moans, rocking his hips back. “Yes.”

Kurt starts with shallow thrusts, each punctuated with ah, ah, ah as he sinks his cock back inside. “Blaine… you’re so - oh- tight around my - oh god- my…”

“Say it,” Blaine pleads, twisting his shoulders and arm back to look at Kurt. He reaches for Kurt, grabbing his arm. “Say it.”

A strangled whine seems to get caught in Kurt’s throat and he bends down, wrapping his arm around Blaine’s neck to bring their mouths together. As Kurt thrusts, their bodies rock together, making it difficult to kiss. “You feel so good around my cock,” he pants against Blaine’s mouth, snapping his hips harder.

Blaine pushes up, scrambling to touch Kurt everywhere, feel him everywhere, and Kurt’s cock ends up sliding out. “Oh, Kurt,” Blaine says, and he’s in such a hurry to feel Kurt’s cock back inside him, he follows Kurt until they’re both on their knees, Kurt’s cock tucked right against his ass. “Inside, back inside.”

“Yeah, just - “ Kurt sits back on his calves and pulls Blaine down with him, helping him sink back down on his cock. “Oh, shit, Blaine.”

“Fuck, oh fuck,” Blaine cries out, reaching back and grabbing a fistful of Kurt’s hair at the back of his head. He reaches down and grabs his own cock, the tip already slick with precome, and he starts fisting himself while Kurt thrusts up into him. He can feel his orgasm building, tight in his belly, his toes curling as he leans back into Kurt for support. “Fuck me.”

Kurt curls his arms around Blaine’s chest, one hand sliding up to the base of his neck. His breath is heavy in Blaine’s ear as he grunts with exertion, shifting his hips so he can thrust harder. “Ah - are you going to come? I’m so close, Blaine - so close.”

With the slight movement, it feels like Kurt’s cock is filling him even deeper, brushing against his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure down Blaine’s spine. “Right there,” Blaine chokes out, pumping his cock faster. “Ah, yes - yes­ -“ The tension coiled inside snaps, and he comes, turning his head into Kurt’s neck and whimpering loudly as he spills all over his hand and stomach. “Kurt, Kurt,” he pants, fingers scrambling against Kurt’s scalp. “Come, want you to come so badly.”

Kurt’s hands slide down to Blaine’s hips and he squeezes tight as he snaps his hips up a few more times. “So good, oh - “ He pushes as deep as he can into Blaine and his hips still as he comes, breath rushing out harshly when his body relaxes, pulling Blaine against his chest. “I… oh my god.”

Blaine squeezes his eyes shut, still panting as he presses his sweaty forehead against Kurt’s neck. “That was…”

“Amazing,” Kurt finishes for him, bringing his arms up to Blaine’s chest, holding him tight. “I love you, so much.”

Blaine places a kiss against Kurt’s throat before squirming uncomfortably. “I love you, too. Are you ready for me to…?”

“Oh, yeah - of course,” Kurt says, and helps slowly ease Blaine off his cock.

Blaine moans softly at the loss, immediately missing the feeling of being full, and he slumps forward on the bed, limbs starfishing out to his sides. “I think you killed me,” he groans happily. “Jesus, Kurt. Where did that come from?” When Kurt doesn’t answer for a beat, he cranes his head back and notices Kurt is just staring at his ass. “Kurt?”

“You’re just so…” Kurt says, wide-eyed and awed. He reaches out to spread Blaine’s ass cheeks with his thumbs and bends down. “Open, and slick…” Blaine jerks his hips when Kurt trails a finger around his sensitive entrance, gasping out as his cock shifts against the sheets.

“What are you - oh  my god,” Blaine whimpers, hands fisting in the sheets as Kurt presses his lips against his hole. He wants to arch up into the touch but Kurt is keeping him held down, and everything is so sensitive it feels like every press of Kurt’s lips is so good, but too much. “I - I can’t, oh - “

Kurt pulls back and runs his hands down the back of Blaine’s thighs, fingertips dragging against the fine hair there. “I’m sorry, you were just - and I just had to - “

“It’s okay,” Blaine says softly, his lips twitching upward into a smile. He holds out his hand for Kurt to take and almost pulls him down on the bed until he realizes Kurt still has the condom on. “Why don’t you go take care of that and then come back to bed? I don’t think I can move.”

Kurt licks his lips and nods, awkwardly shuffling off the bed. He retreats to the bathroom and returns after a few moments with a damp cloth, coaxing Blaine into his back. “No, let me,” he says, shaking his head when Blaine reaches for it.

Blaine lets Kurt clean his stomach and cock, and he’s so gentle with his touch that it makes Blaine sigh happily. “You’re so good to me.”

When Kurt is apparently satisfied with his slow, methodical cleanup he tosses the washcloth to the floor. “Lift up,” he says softly, pulling the soiled sheet down, tugging it out of the mass of sheets so they can pull the clean blankets on top of themselves.

Blaine waits for Kurt to settle down beside him, and then he swings his leg over Kurt’s, and rests his head on Kurt’s chest. Kurt’s heart is still beating at a fairly rapid pace and Blaine shifts his head just enough to press his lips right over a nipple. “I... that was so good.”

Kurt hums and threads his fingers through Blaine’s hair, ducking down to kiss Blaine’s forehead. “Thank you,” he says softly, breathing in deep, lifting his other hand to cup Blaine’s jaw.

Blaine can tell Kurt isn’t thanking him for the compliment, that there’s so much more behind those two words. He tilts his head back so he can see Kurt looking down at him. “For what?” he whispers.

“For loving me,” Kurt says, pressing his lips against Blaine’s. “For giving me the most amazing year a guy could ask for,” he says, smiling as he kisses Blaine again. “For being so patient… for helping me realize sex can be like this.”

“Oh,” Blaine says, a lump forming in his throat. He swallows hard and blinks rapidly; his chest feels too tight with all the emotion rushing through his body. “We learned together, baby. That was all us - and god - thank you - what did I ever do, to deserve a guy like you?”

Kurt keeps smiling and rubs his nose against Blaine’s. “I’d say we’re both pretty lucky. Now, do you want your last present?”

Blaine jerks back, eyebrows arched and gives Kurt a wary look. “This night has been perfect, I don’t need anything else. I just want to fall asleep right here with you.”

“Oh, I think you’ll enjoy this one,” Kurt smirks, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing his cell phone. He flicks through a few things before handing it to Blaine. “I made a new bucket list.”

Blaine hardly gets past the first few lines before his eyes glaze over and his jaw drops. His cock twitches against his leg, trying valiantly to get hard again and he lets out a choked whine. “I - “

Kurt Hummel’s Bucket List of Sexual Kinks.

Fin.