Fic: I Drink You Up
Title: I Drink You Up
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~11,000 (how the hell did that happen?!)
Summary: Written for this prompt on the Glee Kink Meme: Future fic! Blaine, now a senior, visits Kurt at NYC for a week after being apart for a while...But mostly, what really gets to him? Is how close Kurt and Rachel have gotten. They live together, are ridiculously dependent on each other and Kurt even seems more physically affectionate with her than Blaine remembers him being back at school. It's stupid to feel left-out because he knows it's not actually sexual or even romantic, but that doesn't stop Blaine from feeling uncharacteristically jealous. (there is Hummelberry in this. It's very light and non-sexual, but it's there.)
Author's note: Just wanted to clean this up and have it in one place! Also, I'm not terrible familiar with NYC and didn't have much time to research, so sorry if anything is off. Title is from the song 'Janine' by Soul Coughing. Lastly, thank you to fictocriticism for being my personal cheerleader. :)
The bus has been jam packed since their last stop in the middle of Pennsylvania. It's crowded and noisy, children screaming and teenagers talking too loudly on their cellphones. Blaine's stuck next to a guy with a long white ponytail who's been asleep for more than an hour, his head rolling onto Blaine's shoulder whenever the bus hits a bump. Blaine tries to make himself as small as possible, clinging to the arm rest and staring out the window. He's played every app on his phone, read every magazine that he brought. He even played a few rounds of Sudoku with a nice old lady in the seat behind him.
He texts Kurt randomly to try and ease his boredom. Finally out of Ohio and in the great state of Pennsylvania! and I just saw an Amish family! The little girl was so cute. and finally It's been 8.5 hours. I can't feel my legs.
But soon the countryside of Pennsylvania turns into large buildings and large buildings turn into bridges and skyscrapers. When he's stuck on a bridge, Manhattan just out of reach, he takes a picture and sends it to Kurt, I'm almost in your city!!!
The last hour is the longest, stuck in traffic and the children around him becoming even more loud and anxious. They're bouncing down the aisles, whining about being bored and needing to use the bathroom, but Blaine doesn't even care. Doesn't care about anything else when his phone beeps and he reads the text from Kurt, You're so close now, almost here! I'm waiting for you.
When the bus finally comes to a stop, the driver slams on the brakes and Blaine is jerked forward, the man sleeping next to him finally waking up. Blaine grabs his backpack and almost elbows his way through the line of people waiting to get off the bus, but thinks better of it. He waits, almost patiently, until he's off the bus and his feet are planted on the New York City ground. He grabs his duffel bag from underneath the bus and looks around, trying to figure out where he needs to go. It's completely overwhelming, but he takes a deep breath and thinks of Kurt.
When he finally makes it to the part of the bus terminal marked 'arrivals' he spots Kurt...and Rachel. He frowns, just slightly, when he sees her. Kurt's arm is wrapped around Rachel's shoulder and Blaine can see her hand is shoved into the back pocket of Kurt's jeans. It's not that he doesn't like Rachel; in fact, it's the opposite. He likes her quite a bit. After Kurt, she was Blaine's closest friend during their time at McKinley and his go-to duet partner. But Blaine rode ten hours on a crowded smelly bus to see his boyfriend, not Rachel. It's Blaine's first time in New York and his first time seeing Kurt since he left for school two months ago.
Blaine fights his way through the crowd of people and it's Rachel who spots him first. A wide smile breaks out across her face and she tugs the sleeve of Kurt's jacket, bouncing on her toes. Blaine picks up his pace and can see Rachel mouthing, 'look! There he is!' Kurt turns his head frantically trying to find Blaine. Rachel has her finger pointed out and he follows it and when their eyes lock, Blaine feels his heart seize up. It's been so long, too long, since they've seen each other in the flesh and not pixelated over a computer screen.
Kurt pulls away from Rachel and sprints towards Blaine. Blaine drops his bag and wraps his arms around Kurt, hugs him so tight that he thinks his bones might be crushed. They're mumbling into each others skin, clutching at each others backs.
Kurt pulls away first, his forehead resting against Blaine's. "I missed you so much."
Blaine's smiling so hard that his cheeks start to ache. It feels so good to touch Kurt, to hold him and pretend their last two months apart never happened. He's about to kiss Kurt, doesn't care that they're in a crowd of people, when he catches Rachel in his peripheral vision. He squints and it almost looks like she's recording them on her cellphone.
"Um, Kurt?" Blaine questions, jerking his head in Rachel's direction.
Rachel smiles and moves closer, cellphone in front of her face. She directs them with her head, shaking it slightly to the side, her light gold necklace swinging. "Could you guys maybe move in a little closer? I want to see real tears."
"Rachel, put the camera away," Kurt says affectionately, not stern at all. Rachel looks at him with big eyes and he just laughs.
"I haven't been getting a sufficient number of views on my YouTube channel. I think a human interest piece would really increase my subscribers."
The walk from the bus station to the subway isn't very far, but Kurt holds Blaine's hand the entire time. Blaine knows he should be paying attention to his surroundings, taking in the architecture and the people, the amazing things he's only ever read about, but his eyes stay on Kurt the entire time. It amazes him how Kurt navigates the crowded streets, politely pushing past tourists that are walking too slowly, his body twisting and turning to move between them. He tugs Blaine's hand and Blaine goes willingly.
Kurt leads him down the stairs and into the subway, Rachel following close behind them. It's warmer than outside, the air heavy and stale underground. Kurt points over at something that reminds Blaine of an ATM and tells him, "you need a MetroCard to use the subway." Blaine nods and walks over, taking a credit card out of his wallet. He follows the prompts on the screen, but doesn't make it very far. Does he need a card for the buses too, or just the subway? How many rides is he going to need while he's visiting? He doesn't know New York at all, doesn't know how far away Rachel and Kurt's apartment is from anything. He's lost, staring at the screen until the white words morph into blobs. His shoulders drop and he thinks about how Kurt goes to school here, lives here, and how he can't even manage to figure out fare for the subway.
The screen suddenly changes, a hand covered with fingerless gloves effortlessly pressing the buttons. Kurt smiles over at him and takes the credit card from Blaine's hands and swipes it, a yellow and black MetroCard popping out moments later. He hands both cards back to Blaine.
"Sorry, this is all second nature to me at this point," Kurt explains, but Blaine finds it amazing that Kurt is so comfortable, even with such a mundane task as this, has such a grip on his life here. Kurt is happy and growing up and Blaine loves it because he knows Kurt loves it. He thanks Kurt and tucks his credit card back in his wallet.
"Don't you and Rachel need to buy one?" he asks, but Kurt is already putting his wallet away.
"Nope, ours have unlimited fares. Now come on, we don't want to miss the train." Blaine watches closely and mimics Kurt and Rachel as they slide their cards through. He breathes out a sigh of relief when the doors slide open on the first try.
The ride on the subway is crowded, Blaine and Rachel sitting on either side of Kurt. They're talking excitedly about about all the places they're going to take Blaine and Blaine should be happy, he knows he should be. But all he notices is the way Rachel has her foot hooked around Kurt's ankle and how Kurt squeezes high up on Rachel's thigh every time they agree on an especially fabulous place to bring Blaine.
"We have to take him to our coffee shop!"
"And our favorite spot in Central Park!"
"Oh, and that awesome vintage clothing store we love!"
Blaine can't help but notice all the we's and our's leaving Kurt and Rachel's mouths and it leaves him with a weird feeling deep down in his stomach. He knows he shouldn't be jealous, knows that it's a good thing for Kurt and Rachel to have each other here. But he can't stop the little waves of jealousy that hit every time Rachel and Kurt finish each others sentences.
//
The apartment is smaller than Blaine imagined, but Kurt assures him that it's standard size for New York City. The kitchen, dining room and living room are all in one very tiny space, a small kitchen table the only thing separating the two rooms. Blaine notices the bathroom door is off to the side and next to that is a bedroom. He cranes his neck around, searching for the second bedroom, but comes up empty. There's only one bedroom. With one bed. For the two people living here.
"Just one bedroom?" Blaine asks, his grip tightening on the strap of his bag. This must be a mistake, Kurt must have brought him to the wrong apartment. This is where Kurt will tell him it's all a joke and bring him to his and Rachel's real apartment. With two bedrooms and separate beds. He's suddenly hit with an imagine of Rachel and Kurt snuggled underneath the covers, Rachel's head on Kurt's shoulder, as they tell each other about their day.
"My dads generously offered to pay for our apartment until we get on our feet. Since I have no doubts I'll be tapped as the next up-and-coming Broadway star, this is only temporary. But until then, Kurt's sleeping on the futon," Rachel explains as she pokes through the cupboards in the kitchen. "Do you take soy milk with your tea, Blaine?"
Blaine doesn't answer her, though, relief washing through him. Separate beds, good. Okay.
"Rachel swears we'll switch every three months, but I'm not so sure that will actually happen," Kurt laughs as he walks over to where Rachel is bent over and taps her on the butt. She jumps up, mock anger on her face.
"Keep that up and we won't switch at all," she says as she shoves Kurt lightly in the shoulder.
Blaine drops his bags in the middle of the kitchen floor and moves over to Kurt without thinking, grabbing his hand possessively and tugging him the short distance into the living room. Kurt quirks an eyebrow and Blaine casually shrugs one shoulder, trying to play his jealousy off as no big deal. Rachel looks at Blaine knowingly and smiles.
"On second thought, I'm going to skip making tea and run down to the market for dinner ingredients. I saw tofurkey on sale this week, is that good for everyone?"
Kurt rolls his eyes, but says yes. Blaine just wants her out, wants some alone time with his boyfriend, and if eating meat substitute is what it takes, Blaine's okay with that.
"Kurt, it's your turn to take out the garbage. I'll be back in a bit," she says as she crosses the room. She gives Blaine a short tight hug and then goes up on her tip toes to kiss Kurt's cheek, the backs of her heels slipping out of her ballet flats.
As soon as she slips out the door, Blaine pulls Kurt into him and kisses him. He takes out all of his misguided jealousy, all of his longing for Kurt over the last two months, and puts it into the kiss. It's desperate and Blaine claws at Kurt's back. Kurt kisses him back, licking into Blaine's mouth when Blaine's jaw drops open with a moan.
"Missed you, missed you so much," Blaine says as he places kisses over Kurt's mouth, cheek, neck. He's been without this for two months and it's like he's making up for lost time. Kurt just groans his response, pushing Blaine's shoulders until the back of his knees hit the couch, Kurt following down on top of him. They're kissing and it's all tongue and desperation, neither one caring about finesse. They're too excited, too caught up in each other to care about making the kiss perfect.
Kurt presses down into Blaine, their bodies meeting at their hands, hips and knees. They're both already so hard and Blaine whimpers when their cocks rub together. He knows it's juvenile, but he feels a rush of happiness when he thinks about how Rachel will never have this with Kurt. They may have their school and their coffee shop and their one bedroom apartment but they don't have this, they never will. Blaine rocks up into Kurt, his whole body vibrating with pleasure. He clings onto Kurt's back, his finger nails digging in deep and making Kurt thrust down even harder. Blaine throws his head back, a groan getting stuck high in his throat. Kurt takes advantage of Blaine's stretched out neck and finds the spot that makes him go crazy, right where his neck meets his collarbone. He mixes teeth and tongue, nipping at Blaine's skin and then licking the red marks that start to form.
Their words have dissolved into groans, heavy breathing the only sound in the apartment. Blaine knows that this isn't going to take very long. He's gone too long without this, without Kurt, and he can feel the build up in the pit of his stomach when Kurt reaches for his belt buckle.
"Sorry boys, forgot my day planner and I just got the most brilliant idea. It's so odd where inspiration strikes, isn't it?" Rachel says as she opens the door. She only stops to look at the boys on the couch when Blaine lets out a high pitched yelp. She quickly covers here eyes with her hands, but Blaine can see her peaking through her fingers.
"Rachel, do you mind?" Kurt says, not sounding nearly as annoyed as Blaine feels.
Rachel dashes into her room to grab a small pink notebook, "Rachel's Ideas" written in sparkly cursive across the front. She hurries back to the door, leaving them with, "I'll take the long way home," before shutting the door behind her.
Blaine's face is bright red with embarrassment and Kurt just laughs as he snuggles his face down into Blaine's neck. He gives his hips an experimental thrust down and Blaine whines, still so close to the edge even after Rachel's unexpected appearance. Kurt moves his hand back down and quickly undoes Blaine's belt and zipper.
"So, where were we?"
//
By the time Rachel returns from shopping, hands full of paper bags and shouting out, "is everyone decent?" with her eyes closed, Blaine and Kurt are snuggled up on the couch. There's something on TV, the news or a game show maybe, but all Blaine can focus on is Kurt's fingers running through his hair. It feels perfect, like he belongs here, and he snuggles down a little further into Kurt's lap.
"Ha ha, Rachel. Very funny," Kurt calls out. He bends down to whisper into Blaine's ear, "time to get up, I have to help Rachel with dinner." Blaine reluctantly lifts his head and watches as Kurt stands, watches the way his back and shoulders contort when he stretches his arms over his head.
Kurt and Rachel move around the kitchen without needing to say anything. When Kurt pulls a head of lettuce out of one of the bags, Rachel is already getting him a cutting board. She doesn't need to ask Kurt to get her the roasting pan from the top shelf in a cupboard that she can't reach, he's already pulling it down for her. They move around seamlessly, Kurt filling a pot with water to boil Rachel's pasta, Rachel chopping up pieces of bell pepper for Kurt's salad.
Blaine feels completely awkward and left out, sitting on the couch while the two of them prepare dinner. The jealousy that's been gnawing at the bottom of his stomach starts to bubble up. They look so happy together and it's not that Blaine's jealous that Kurt's happy, he wants to Kurt to be happy. He's jealous that Kurt's happy without him, that Kurt is now comfortable around someone else the way he'd only been comfortable around Blaine. He knows it's childish and immature, which just makes it worse, so he just keeps his mouth shut.
When he hears Rachel tell an inside joke between the two of them and sees Kurt ruffle her hair, it's like his body is on auto-pilot. He gets up and walks over to the kitchen, slips an arm around Kurt's waist and tugs him close until they're sharing the same body space.
"Can I help you guys with anything?" Blaine asks. The kitchen is the perfect size for the two of them, just Rachel and Kurt, and Blaine can tell immediately that he's in the way.
Kurt smiles and scoots a little closer, dinner temporarily forgotten. "You're our guest, Blaine. I'm not going to put you to work."
"But I don't mind helping," Blaine insists. He actually doesn't know much about cooking, his mom always makes his meals, but he just needs to be closer to Kurt, to be a part of Kurt's new life, even if it's in such a small way.
"Don't be silly, go have a seat. We'll have this in the oven in a minute," Kurt says as he brushes his lips against Blaine's cheek. Blaine turns his head quickly, forcing their lips to meet, and really kisses him. He tells himself that it's only because he's misses Kurt and not because Rachel is less than a foot away. Kurt makes a surprised noise in the back of his throat, but doesn't pull away. They continue kissing, Blaine using his teeth to lightly tug on Kurt's bottom lip, until they hear Rachel let out a high pitched laugh.
"I've missed how adorable you two are," she says, her hands on her cheeks. Blaine pulls away from the kiss, embarrassed and a little guilty, and Kurt just rolls his eyes.
After dinner is done and put away, dishes washed and drying on the rack, after a few board games and the evening news, they talk quietly as Rachel showers and gets ready for bed, laying together face to face and sharing the same pillow. The couch is folded open and made into a bed, the sheets from Kurt's old bedroom in Lima covering the mattress. Blaine molds his head into the pillow and breathes in deeply, the fabric smelling familiar.
"So what do you have planned for us tomorrow?" Blaine asks, leaving out the 'maybe just the two of us?'
"Mmmm, not sure. Central Park, maybe. Or Broadway," Kurt answers, his fingers dancing over the skin low on Blaine's stomach. Blaine hisses at the unexpected touch, his body breaking out in goosebumps. Kurt continues, "But I could probably be convinced to stay in bed all day."
Blaine sucks in a breath when Kurt's hand dips into his pajama pants, cupping Blaine through his underwear. Kurt's hand is warm and unmoving, just enjoying the feeling of Blaine, and Blaine rocks his hips into the touch. There's barely any friction and a layer of clothing that dulls everything, but Blaine knows it's enough, he could come from just this.
"You're already hard for me," Kurt whispers, something like amazement in his voice.
The water shuts off in the bathroom and Rachel emerges a moment later, a towel wrapped around her head and a cloud of steam following her.
"Goodnight, boys. See you in the morning," she sing-songs as she walks into her bedroom and shuts the door.
Kurt's on top of Blaine as soon as the door clicks shut, pressing him into the couch. He bends down, traces Blaine's lips with his tongue, and whispers, "can you be quiet for me?"
Blaine nods, knows he has to be quiet, but not being able to form words anyway. Kurt slides his hand inside Blaine's underwear, skin on skin, and Blaine jerks his hips up on instinct.
"Clothes. Clothes off," Blaine chokes out. Kurt lets go of his dick and Blaine almost sobs, but then he sees Kurt getting naked, so much gorgeous skin, and his brain kicks into gear. He pulls off his t-shirt and then his pants and underwear, he briefs getting caught around his ankles momentarily.
But then Kurt is back, knees straddling Blaine's thigh. Blaine grabs on to Kurt's waist and bucks up, their cocks rubbing together. He lets out a moan when they rock together, he can't help it. This feels so good, so fucking perfect, and he doesn't know if Rachel heard him but he does know that he couldn't care less.
"Shhhh," Kurt reminds him, whispers it onto Blaine's lips. Kurt pulls back and licks the palm of his hand and Blaine watches, can't take his eyes away from Kurt's tongue and the way it moves. Kurt pulls his hand away from his mouth and Blaine can see the wetness shining on his palm even in the dark. Kurt wraps his hand around both of their dicks, too tight and trapping them together, and thrusts. Blaine's eyes roll into the back of his head and he has to force himself to not come on the spot. He reaches up and grabs Kurt by the neck, pulls him down until their lips meet and Blaine can spill all of the sounds he wants to make into Kurt's mouth.
Kurt's thrusting slowly, taking his time sliding his dick against Blaine's. It feels amazing, Kurt constantly nudging against the sensitive part on Blaine's cock, right underneath the head, everything wet and tight and perfect. Blaine knows he's close but as much as he wants to come, he doesn't want it to be like this.
"Kurt, please, fuck me please please please," Blaine begs, as if Kurt needs convincing.
"Where's the stuff I asked you to bring?" Kurt asks, still thrusting against Blaine a little, like he can't help it.
"Front pocket of my bag," Blaine answers. He wraps his hand around his dick, just to feel something there, while Kurt rolls off him to grab the supplies. He drops the condom and lube next to Blaine's hip before going up to give Blaine one more kiss.
"I'm so glad you're here with me," Kurt whispers, placing a quick kiss on Blaine's lips. Blaine tries to deepen the kiss, but Kurt is already moving down his body, lips first and fingers following after. He tongue slides down the middle of Blaine's chest, following each groove and dip, his fingers digging in and counting ribs. Blaine's squirming, body moving soundlessly, fingers getting caught in Kurt's hair and the sheets. Kurt opens the bottle with a 'pop', the sound out of place in the quiet room. He circles one finger around Blaine's entrance, just teasing, and Blaine gasps.
"No, start with two. Please," Blaine begs. Kurt pauses, unsure, but Blaine nods his head, hair flopping. "Please, I want to feel it tomorrow and on that stupid bus and when I'm sitting in class on Monday." Kurt lets out a growl that's probably a little too loud, a thin wall the only thing separating them from Rachel. Kurt pushes two fingers inside of Blaine at once and Blaine closes his eyes because yesyesyes. This is exactly what he wants.
Kurt goes slowly at first but picks up speed when he feels Blaine start to relax and loosen around his fingers. Blaine has done this to himself more times than he can count in the last two months, but it always feels better when Kurt does it. He crooks his fingers inside of Blaine, just so, and Blaine has to shove his face into the pillow to drown out his screams.
"Three, I'm ready for three," Blaine pants, his breath harsh. Kurt complies quickly after adding a little more lube, everything sliding easily now. He doesn't have his fingers inside Blaine for very long, probably not long enough for Blaine to stop and tell him, "okay, I'm ready. Now, please."
Kurt opens the condom package with shaking hands and slips it on, adding more lube, before he finally pushes inside of Blaine. The blunt pressure opening him up feels perfect and Blaine has to force himself to not shut his eyes from the pleasure, to keep them open and looking at Kurt. Because as much as Blaine missed the sex, the feeling of being completely filled, he missed Kurt more. The way Kurt looks every time he pushes into Blaine for the first time, head dropping, mouth slightly open, eyes shut, and shoulders shaking. Blaine knows that Kurt is trying to concentrate on not going too fast too soon, giving Blaine enough time to get comfortable. But Blaine doesn't want Kurt holding back.
"It's okay, come on, Kurt. Let go," Blaine urges, moving his hips until his ass presses down farther onto Kurt's cock. Blaine can see something inside of Kurt break and his speed picks up, thrusting in and out and exactly how Blaine wants it. The pressure and the stretch are morphing into pure pleasure when Kurt stops, pulls his dick out of Blaine until just his head is left inside. Blaine whines and tries to thrust down.
"No, don't stop. Why did you stop?" Blaine asks, moving his hips to try and coax Kurt back inside. Blaine can see his shoulders heaving, concentration written all over his face.
"You feel so good, you're going to make me come already," Kurt breathes out and Blaine can feel his knees shaking.
"No, no. Want you to come, I want it," Blaine mumbles, wraps his hand around his dick and starts stroking. The groan Kurt lets out is purely animalistic as he slides back inside in one push. He lets go completely, fucking Blaine faster than he was before. The back of the couch is hitting the wall lightly, just enough for Blaine to hear and he loves it, hopes that their fucking will leave a mark on the wall.
Blaine moves his hand faster, trying to keep up with Kurt's thrusts. But it's too much, his hand on his cock and Kurt; the way he looks and the way he sounds and the way he's pushing himself into Blaine's body. Their breathing is heavy, their gasps and moans loud when they can't stop themselves. It feels so good, too good to hold on anymore, so Blaine lets go.
Kurt bends down to bite on Blaine's neck when he whispers, "Kurt, you're gonna make me--". Blaine finally lets his eyes fall shut as he comes, the pleasure too much to keep them open. It feels like it lasts forever, a constant stream of pleasure leaving his body. He feels Kurt bite down on his neck a little harder when he comes, his body pushing into Blaine one more time before stilling. They don't move for a minute, gasping for air and trying to regain their breath. Kurt eventually rolls off of Blaine and Blaine misses his presence immediately, but he's back soon enough with their pajamas he retrieved from the floor and a wet cloth to wipe Blaine's stomach.
They get back into their clothes and snuggle under the covers, legs hooked together. Blaine wants to stay awake as long as possible, doesn't want to miss any time with Kurt sleeping. But his eye lids are drooping shut and he barely hears Kurt say, "hmmm, you've got a red mark here," when he trails a finger over Blaine's neck.
"Your fault," Blaine mumbles and definitely doesn't think about how Rachel will see the mark on his neck in the morning.
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Blaine wakes up a little chilly, goosebumps along his arms, and burrows down into the blankets a little deeper. He cracks his eyes open, sensitive against the sunlight streaming in from the windows, searching for Kurt but finding the bed empty. He frowns and is ready to throw the covers off when he hears hushed talking over at the kitchen table.
Rachel and Kurt are sitting close together, a shared blanket thrown over their laps. Kurt's hair is still messy from sleep, eyes a little puffy and crinkles from the pillow lining his face. Kurt takes a sip from Rachel's coffee mug and makes a face and Blaine hears something about too much sugar. This is obviously a private moment between the two of them and Blaine almost feels like he's intruding. He closes his eyes again, willing himself to fall back to sleep, but he picks up bits and pieces of their conversations. Chores and rent money, the laundromat, a difficult assignment for a class they share at school. It's everything personal between the two of them and Blaine pulls the covers up to his ears, trying to drown them out.
It's only a few minutes later when he hears the legs of the chairs scrape against the tile floor, the sound of a quick kiss, and the front door being shut softly. He wonders where they're off to now, what task they need to accomplish together today. But then the bed dips and Kurt is right beside him. He snakes his arm underneath Blaine's pillow and presses himself against Blaine's back, his free hand pulling at Blaine's waist possessively.
"Hey, time to wake up," Kurt whispers against the back of Blaine's neck, his lips catching on Blaine's skin. He snuggles back against Kurt even more, feels the hard lines of Kurt's body matching up perfectly with his. They're connected completely, fingers knotted and knees bent together.
"Mmmm," Blaine mumbles and then yawns, pretends that he's just waking up.
"Roll over and let me kiss you. I've missed your morning breath," Kurt teases and Blaine is rolling over before Kurt can even finish his sentence.
Blaine rolls over onto his other side, meets Kurt's face on his pillow, their breath mingling together. Blaine's smile reaches his eyes and Kurt leans forward.
The kiss is slow and sleepy, nothing like the rush of the night before. They take their time, opening their mouths and licking inside slowly. It's like they're getting reacquainted with each other after being apart for so long, learning each other again by touch. Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt's shoulders and brings him in closer, needing to feel Kurt's body against his. He moans when he feels their cocks rub together, already hardening.
They take their time, still groggy with sleep. They never speed up their grinding, the pace stays slow and intimate. In a city filled with 8 million people (and one roommate), it's just the two of them.
They never stop kissing. Wrapped up tightly, hips falling apart only a fraction before coming back together. It's perfect like this, exactly what they need. The rush is gone and Blaine can feel everything, every inch of Kurt.
Blaine's orgasm is a slow buildup that starts at the tips of his toes and fingers. He doesn't warn Kurt this time, but he doesn't need to; Kurt knows. He can tell from the tiny whines leaving Blaine's mouth, the way his hips begin to stutter. Blaine clings on to Kurt's back when he comes, hips jerking roughly, and lets himself moan Kurt's name loudly.
Kurt ruts against Blaine a few more times, a mix of "I love you, I miss you, so perfect" falling from his mouth and into Blaine's. Blaine holds Kurt through it, strokes his back until Kurt's hips still.
Blaine breaks the comfortable silence with, "our pants need to come off next time. I don't have an unlimited supply of underwear here."
Kurt laughs loud and bright, his hold tightening on Blaine. "Get in the shower and I'll make coffee. We have a date with New York."
Part 2
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~11,000 (how the hell did that happen?!)
Summary: Written for this prompt on the Glee Kink Meme: Future fic! Blaine, now a senior, visits Kurt at NYC for a week after being apart for a while...But mostly, what really gets to him? Is how close Kurt and Rachel have gotten. They live together, are ridiculously dependent on each other and Kurt even seems more physically affectionate with her than Blaine remembers him being back at school. It's stupid to feel left-out because he knows it's not actually sexual or even romantic, but that doesn't stop Blaine from feeling uncharacteristically jealous. (there is Hummelberry in this. It's very light and non-sexual, but it's there.)
Author's note: Just wanted to clean this up and have it in one place! Also, I'm not terrible familiar with NYC and didn't have much time to research, so sorry if anything is off. Title is from the song 'Janine' by Soul Coughing. Lastly, thank you to fictocriticism for being my personal cheerleader. :)
The bus has been jam packed since their last stop in the middle of Pennsylvania. It's crowded and noisy, children screaming and teenagers talking too loudly on their cellphones. Blaine's stuck next to a guy with a long white ponytail who's been asleep for more than an hour, his head rolling onto Blaine's shoulder whenever the bus hits a bump. Blaine tries to make himself as small as possible, clinging to the arm rest and staring out the window. He's played every app on his phone, read every magazine that he brought. He even played a few rounds of Sudoku with a nice old lady in the seat behind him.
He texts Kurt randomly to try and ease his boredom. Finally out of Ohio and in the great state of Pennsylvania! and I just saw an Amish family! The little girl was so cute. and finally It's been 8.5 hours. I can't feel my legs.
But soon the countryside of Pennsylvania turns into large buildings and large buildings turn into bridges and skyscrapers. When he's stuck on a bridge, Manhattan just out of reach, he takes a picture and sends it to Kurt, I'm almost in your city!!!
The last hour is the longest, stuck in traffic and the children around him becoming even more loud and anxious. They're bouncing down the aisles, whining about being bored and needing to use the bathroom, but Blaine doesn't even care. Doesn't care about anything else when his phone beeps and he reads the text from Kurt, You're so close now, almost here! I'm waiting for you.
When the bus finally comes to a stop, the driver slams on the brakes and Blaine is jerked forward, the man sleeping next to him finally waking up. Blaine grabs his backpack and almost elbows his way through the line of people waiting to get off the bus, but thinks better of it. He waits, almost patiently, until he's off the bus and his feet are planted on the New York City ground. He grabs his duffel bag from underneath the bus and looks around, trying to figure out where he needs to go. It's completely overwhelming, but he takes a deep breath and thinks of Kurt.
When he finally makes it to the part of the bus terminal marked 'arrivals' he spots Kurt...and Rachel. He frowns, just slightly, when he sees her. Kurt's arm is wrapped around Rachel's shoulder and Blaine can see her hand is shoved into the back pocket of Kurt's jeans. It's not that he doesn't like Rachel; in fact, it's the opposite. He likes her quite a bit. After Kurt, she was Blaine's closest friend during their time at McKinley and his go-to duet partner. But Blaine rode ten hours on a crowded smelly bus to see his boyfriend, not Rachel. It's Blaine's first time in New York and his first time seeing Kurt since he left for school two months ago.
Blaine fights his way through the crowd of people and it's Rachel who spots him first. A wide smile breaks out across her face and she tugs the sleeve of Kurt's jacket, bouncing on her toes. Blaine picks up his pace and can see Rachel mouthing, 'look! There he is!' Kurt turns his head frantically trying to find Blaine. Rachel has her finger pointed out and he follows it and when their eyes lock, Blaine feels his heart seize up. It's been so long, too long, since they've seen each other in the flesh and not pixelated over a computer screen.
Kurt pulls away from Rachel and sprints towards Blaine. Blaine drops his bag and wraps his arms around Kurt, hugs him so tight that he thinks his bones might be crushed. They're mumbling into each others skin, clutching at each others backs.
Kurt pulls away first, his forehead resting against Blaine's. "I missed you so much."
Blaine's smiling so hard that his cheeks start to ache. It feels so good to touch Kurt, to hold him and pretend their last two months apart never happened. He's about to kiss Kurt, doesn't care that they're in a crowd of people, when he catches Rachel in his peripheral vision. He squints and it almost looks like she's recording them on her cellphone.
"Um, Kurt?" Blaine questions, jerking his head in Rachel's direction.
Rachel smiles and moves closer, cellphone in front of her face. She directs them with her head, shaking it slightly to the side, her light gold necklace swinging. "Could you guys maybe move in a little closer? I want to see real tears."
"Rachel, put the camera away," Kurt says affectionately, not stern at all. Rachel looks at him with big eyes and he just laughs.
"I haven't been getting a sufficient number of views on my YouTube channel. I think a human interest piece would really increase my subscribers."
The walk from the bus station to the subway isn't very far, but Kurt holds Blaine's hand the entire time. Blaine knows he should be paying attention to his surroundings, taking in the architecture and the people, the amazing things he's only ever read about, but his eyes stay on Kurt the entire time. It amazes him how Kurt navigates the crowded streets, politely pushing past tourists that are walking too slowly, his body twisting and turning to move between them. He tugs Blaine's hand and Blaine goes willingly.
Kurt leads him down the stairs and into the subway, Rachel following close behind them. It's warmer than outside, the air heavy and stale underground. Kurt points over at something that reminds Blaine of an ATM and tells him, "you need a MetroCard to use the subway." Blaine nods and walks over, taking a credit card out of his wallet. He follows the prompts on the screen, but doesn't make it very far. Does he need a card for the buses too, or just the subway? How many rides is he going to need while he's visiting? He doesn't know New York at all, doesn't know how far away Rachel and Kurt's apartment is from anything. He's lost, staring at the screen until the white words morph into blobs. His shoulders drop and he thinks about how Kurt goes to school here, lives here, and how he can't even manage to figure out fare for the subway.
The screen suddenly changes, a hand covered with fingerless gloves effortlessly pressing the buttons. Kurt smiles over at him and takes the credit card from Blaine's hands and swipes it, a yellow and black MetroCard popping out moments later. He hands both cards back to Blaine.
"Sorry, this is all second nature to me at this point," Kurt explains, but Blaine finds it amazing that Kurt is so comfortable, even with such a mundane task as this, has such a grip on his life here. Kurt is happy and growing up and Blaine loves it because he knows Kurt loves it. He thanks Kurt and tucks his credit card back in his wallet.
"Don't you and Rachel need to buy one?" he asks, but Kurt is already putting his wallet away.
"Nope, ours have unlimited fares. Now come on, we don't want to miss the train." Blaine watches closely and mimics Kurt and Rachel as they slide their cards through. He breathes out a sigh of relief when the doors slide open on the first try.
The ride on the subway is crowded, Blaine and Rachel sitting on either side of Kurt. They're talking excitedly about about all the places they're going to take Blaine and Blaine should be happy, he knows he should be. But all he notices is the way Rachel has her foot hooked around Kurt's ankle and how Kurt squeezes high up on Rachel's thigh every time they agree on an especially fabulous place to bring Blaine.
"We have to take him to our coffee shop!"
"And our favorite spot in Central Park!"
"Oh, and that awesome vintage clothing store we love!"
Blaine can't help but notice all the we's and our's leaving Kurt and Rachel's mouths and it leaves him with a weird feeling deep down in his stomach. He knows he shouldn't be jealous, knows that it's a good thing for Kurt and Rachel to have each other here. But he can't stop the little waves of jealousy that hit every time Rachel and Kurt finish each others sentences.
//
The apartment is smaller than Blaine imagined, but Kurt assures him that it's standard size for New York City. The kitchen, dining room and living room are all in one very tiny space, a small kitchen table the only thing separating the two rooms. Blaine notices the bathroom door is off to the side and next to that is a bedroom. He cranes his neck around, searching for the second bedroom, but comes up empty. There's only one bedroom. With one bed. For the two people living here.
"Just one bedroom?" Blaine asks, his grip tightening on the strap of his bag. This must be a mistake, Kurt must have brought him to the wrong apartment. This is where Kurt will tell him it's all a joke and bring him to his and Rachel's real apartment. With two bedrooms and separate beds. He's suddenly hit with an imagine of Rachel and Kurt snuggled underneath the covers, Rachel's head on Kurt's shoulder, as they tell each other about their day.
"My dads generously offered to pay for our apartment until we get on our feet. Since I have no doubts I'll be tapped as the next up-and-coming Broadway star, this is only temporary. But until then, Kurt's sleeping on the futon," Rachel explains as she pokes through the cupboards in the kitchen. "Do you take soy milk with your tea, Blaine?"
Blaine doesn't answer her, though, relief washing through him. Separate beds, good. Okay.
"Rachel swears we'll switch every three months, but I'm not so sure that will actually happen," Kurt laughs as he walks over to where Rachel is bent over and taps her on the butt. She jumps up, mock anger on her face.
"Keep that up and we won't switch at all," she says as she shoves Kurt lightly in the shoulder.
Blaine drops his bags in the middle of the kitchen floor and moves over to Kurt without thinking, grabbing his hand possessively and tugging him the short distance into the living room. Kurt quirks an eyebrow and Blaine casually shrugs one shoulder, trying to play his jealousy off as no big deal. Rachel looks at Blaine knowingly and smiles.
"On second thought, I'm going to skip making tea and run down to the market for dinner ingredients. I saw tofurkey on sale this week, is that good for everyone?"
Kurt rolls his eyes, but says yes. Blaine just wants her out, wants some alone time with his boyfriend, and if eating meat substitute is what it takes, Blaine's okay with that.
"Kurt, it's your turn to take out the garbage. I'll be back in a bit," she says as she crosses the room. She gives Blaine a short tight hug and then goes up on her tip toes to kiss Kurt's cheek, the backs of her heels slipping out of her ballet flats.
As soon as she slips out the door, Blaine pulls Kurt into him and kisses him. He takes out all of his misguided jealousy, all of his longing for Kurt over the last two months, and puts it into the kiss. It's desperate and Blaine claws at Kurt's back. Kurt kisses him back, licking into Blaine's mouth when Blaine's jaw drops open with a moan.
"Missed you, missed you so much," Blaine says as he places kisses over Kurt's mouth, cheek, neck. He's been without this for two months and it's like he's making up for lost time. Kurt just groans his response, pushing Blaine's shoulders until the back of his knees hit the couch, Kurt following down on top of him. They're kissing and it's all tongue and desperation, neither one caring about finesse. They're too excited, too caught up in each other to care about making the kiss perfect.
Kurt presses down into Blaine, their bodies meeting at their hands, hips and knees. They're both already so hard and Blaine whimpers when their cocks rub together. He knows it's juvenile, but he feels a rush of happiness when he thinks about how Rachel will never have this with Kurt. They may have their school and their coffee shop and their one bedroom apartment but they don't have this, they never will. Blaine rocks up into Kurt, his whole body vibrating with pleasure. He clings onto Kurt's back, his finger nails digging in deep and making Kurt thrust down even harder. Blaine throws his head back, a groan getting stuck high in his throat. Kurt takes advantage of Blaine's stretched out neck and finds the spot that makes him go crazy, right where his neck meets his collarbone. He mixes teeth and tongue, nipping at Blaine's skin and then licking the red marks that start to form.
Their words have dissolved into groans, heavy breathing the only sound in the apartment. Blaine knows that this isn't going to take very long. He's gone too long without this, without Kurt, and he can feel the build up in the pit of his stomach when Kurt reaches for his belt buckle.
"Sorry boys, forgot my day planner and I just got the most brilliant idea. It's so odd where inspiration strikes, isn't it?" Rachel says as she opens the door. She only stops to look at the boys on the couch when Blaine lets out a high pitched yelp. She quickly covers here eyes with her hands, but Blaine can see her peaking through her fingers.
"Rachel, do you mind?" Kurt says, not sounding nearly as annoyed as Blaine feels.
Rachel dashes into her room to grab a small pink notebook, "Rachel's Ideas" written in sparkly cursive across the front. She hurries back to the door, leaving them with, "I'll take the long way home," before shutting the door behind her.
Blaine's face is bright red with embarrassment and Kurt just laughs as he snuggles his face down into Blaine's neck. He gives his hips an experimental thrust down and Blaine whines, still so close to the edge even after Rachel's unexpected appearance. Kurt moves his hand back down and quickly undoes Blaine's belt and zipper.
"So, where were we?"
//
By the time Rachel returns from shopping, hands full of paper bags and shouting out, "is everyone decent?" with her eyes closed, Blaine and Kurt are snuggled up on the couch. There's something on TV, the news or a game show maybe, but all Blaine can focus on is Kurt's fingers running through his hair. It feels perfect, like he belongs here, and he snuggles down a little further into Kurt's lap.
"Ha ha, Rachel. Very funny," Kurt calls out. He bends down to whisper into Blaine's ear, "time to get up, I have to help Rachel with dinner." Blaine reluctantly lifts his head and watches as Kurt stands, watches the way his back and shoulders contort when he stretches his arms over his head.
Kurt and Rachel move around the kitchen without needing to say anything. When Kurt pulls a head of lettuce out of one of the bags, Rachel is already getting him a cutting board. She doesn't need to ask Kurt to get her the roasting pan from the top shelf in a cupboard that she can't reach, he's already pulling it down for her. They move around seamlessly, Kurt filling a pot with water to boil Rachel's pasta, Rachel chopping up pieces of bell pepper for Kurt's salad.
Blaine feels completely awkward and left out, sitting on the couch while the two of them prepare dinner. The jealousy that's been gnawing at the bottom of his stomach starts to bubble up. They look so happy together and it's not that Blaine's jealous that Kurt's happy, he wants to Kurt to be happy. He's jealous that Kurt's happy without him, that Kurt is now comfortable around someone else the way he'd only been comfortable around Blaine. He knows it's childish and immature, which just makes it worse, so he just keeps his mouth shut.
When he hears Rachel tell an inside joke between the two of them and sees Kurt ruffle her hair, it's like his body is on auto-pilot. He gets up and walks over to the kitchen, slips an arm around Kurt's waist and tugs him close until they're sharing the same body space.
"Can I help you guys with anything?" Blaine asks. The kitchen is the perfect size for the two of them, just Rachel and Kurt, and Blaine can tell immediately that he's in the way.
Kurt smiles and scoots a little closer, dinner temporarily forgotten. "You're our guest, Blaine. I'm not going to put you to work."
"But I don't mind helping," Blaine insists. He actually doesn't know much about cooking, his mom always makes his meals, but he just needs to be closer to Kurt, to be a part of Kurt's new life, even if it's in such a small way.
"Don't be silly, go have a seat. We'll have this in the oven in a minute," Kurt says as he brushes his lips against Blaine's cheek. Blaine turns his head quickly, forcing their lips to meet, and really kisses him. He tells himself that it's only because he's misses Kurt and not because Rachel is less than a foot away. Kurt makes a surprised noise in the back of his throat, but doesn't pull away. They continue kissing, Blaine using his teeth to lightly tug on Kurt's bottom lip, until they hear Rachel let out a high pitched laugh.
"I've missed how adorable you two are," she says, her hands on her cheeks. Blaine pulls away from the kiss, embarrassed and a little guilty, and Kurt just rolls his eyes.
After dinner is done and put away, dishes washed and drying on the rack, after a few board games and the evening news, they talk quietly as Rachel showers and gets ready for bed, laying together face to face and sharing the same pillow. The couch is folded open and made into a bed, the sheets from Kurt's old bedroom in Lima covering the mattress. Blaine molds his head into the pillow and breathes in deeply, the fabric smelling familiar.
"So what do you have planned for us tomorrow?" Blaine asks, leaving out the 'maybe just the two of us?'
"Mmmm, not sure. Central Park, maybe. Or Broadway," Kurt answers, his fingers dancing over the skin low on Blaine's stomach. Blaine hisses at the unexpected touch, his body breaking out in goosebumps. Kurt continues, "But I could probably be convinced to stay in bed all day."
Blaine sucks in a breath when Kurt's hand dips into his pajama pants, cupping Blaine through his underwear. Kurt's hand is warm and unmoving, just enjoying the feeling of Blaine, and Blaine rocks his hips into the touch. There's barely any friction and a layer of clothing that dulls everything, but Blaine knows it's enough, he could come from just this.
"You're already hard for me," Kurt whispers, something like amazement in his voice.
The water shuts off in the bathroom and Rachel emerges a moment later, a towel wrapped around her head and a cloud of steam following her.
"Goodnight, boys. See you in the morning," she sing-songs as she walks into her bedroom and shuts the door.
Kurt's on top of Blaine as soon as the door clicks shut, pressing him into the couch. He bends down, traces Blaine's lips with his tongue, and whispers, "can you be quiet for me?"
Blaine nods, knows he has to be quiet, but not being able to form words anyway. Kurt slides his hand inside Blaine's underwear, skin on skin, and Blaine jerks his hips up on instinct.
"Clothes. Clothes off," Blaine chokes out. Kurt lets go of his dick and Blaine almost sobs, but then he sees Kurt getting naked, so much gorgeous skin, and his brain kicks into gear. He pulls off his t-shirt and then his pants and underwear, he briefs getting caught around his ankles momentarily.
But then Kurt is back, knees straddling Blaine's thigh. Blaine grabs on to Kurt's waist and bucks up, their cocks rubbing together. He lets out a moan when they rock together, he can't help it. This feels so good, so fucking perfect, and he doesn't know if Rachel heard him but he does know that he couldn't care less.
"Shhhh," Kurt reminds him, whispers it onto Blaine's lips. Kurt pulls back and licks the palm of his hand and Blaine watches, can't take his eyes away from Kurt's tongue and the way it moves. Kurt pulls his hand away from his mouth and Blaine can see the wetness shining on his palm even in the dark. Kurt wraps his hand around both of their dicks, too tight and trapping them together, and thrusts. Blaine's eyes roll into the back of his head and he has to force himself to not come on the spot. He reaches up and grabs Kurt by the neck, pulls him down until their lips meet and Blaine can spill all of the sounds he wants to make into Kurt's mouth.
Kurt's thrusting slowly, taking his time sliding his dick against Blaine's. It feels amazing, Kurt constantly nudging against the sensitive part on Blaine's cock, right underneath the head, everything wet and tight and perfect. Blaine knows he's close but as much as he wants to come, he doesn't want it to be like this.
"Kurt, please, fuck me please please please," Blaine begs, as if Kurt needs convincing.
"Where's the stuff I asked you to bring?" Kurt asks, still thrusting against Blaine a little, like he can't help it.
"Front pocket of my bag," Blaine answers. He wraps his hand around his dick, just to feel something there, while Kurt rolls off him to grab the supplies. He drops the condom and lube next to Blaine's hip before going up to give Blaine one more kiss.
"I'm so glad you're here with me," Kurt whispers, placing a quick kiss on Blaine's lips. Blaine tries to deepen the kiss, but Kurt is already moving down his body, lips first and fingers following after. He tongue slides down the middle of Blaine's chest, following each groove and dip, his fingers digging in and counting ribs. Blaine's squirming, body moving soundlessly, fingers getting caught in Kurt's hair and the sheets. Kurt opens the bottle with a 'pop', the sound out of place in the quiet room. He circles one finger around Blaine's entrance, just teasing, and Blaine gasps.
"No, start with two. Please," Blaine begs. Kurt pauses, unsure, but Blaine nods his head, hair flopping. "Please, I want to feel it tomorrow and on that stupid bus and when I'm sitting in class on Monday." Kurt lets out a growl that's probably a little too loud, a thin wall the only thing separating them from Rachel. Kurt pushes two fingers inside of Blaine at once and Blaine closes his eyes because yesyesyes. This is exactly what he wants.
Kurt goes slowly at first but picks up speed when he feels Blaine start to relax and loosen around his fingers. Blaine has done this to himself more times than he can count in the last two months, but it always feels better when Kurt does it. He crooks his fingers inside of Blaine, just so, and Blaine has to shove his face into the pillow to drown out his screams.
"Three, I'm ready for three," Blaine pants, his breath harsh. Kurt complies quickly after adding a little more lube, everything sliding easily now. He doesn't have his fingers inside Blaine for very long, probably not long enough for Blaine to stop and tell him, "okay, I'm ready. Now, please."
Kurt opens the condom package with shaking hands and slips it on, adding more lube, before he finally pushes inside of Blaine. The blunt pressure opening him up feels perfect and Blaine has to force himself to not shut his eyes from the pleasure, to keep them open and looking at Kurt. Because as much as Blaine missed the sex, the feeling of being completely filled, he missed Kurt more. The way Kurt looks every time he pushes into Blaine for the first time, head dropping, mouth slightly open, eyes shut, and shoulders shaking. Blaine knows that Kurt is trying to concentrate on not going too fast too soon, giving Blaine enough time to get comfortable. But Blaine doesn't want Kurt holding back.
"It's okay, come on, Kurt. Let go," Blaine urges, moving his hips until his ass presses down farther onto Kurt's cock. Blaine can see something inside of Kurt break and his speed picks up, thrusting in and out and exactly how Blaine wants it. The pressure and the stretch are morphing into pure pleasure when Kurt stops, pulls his dick out of Blaine until just his head is left inside. Blaine whines and tries to thrust down.
"No, don't stop. Why did you stop?" Blaine asks, moving his hips to try and coax Kurt back inside. Blaine can see his shoulders heaving, concentration written all over his face.
"You feel so good, you're going to make me come already," Kurt breathes out and Blaine can feel his knees shaking.
"No, no. Want you to come, I want it," Blaine mumbles, wraps his hand around his dick and starts stroking. The groan Kurt lets out is purely animalistic as he slides back inside in one push. He lets go completely, fucking Blaine faster than he was before. The back of the couch is hitting the wall lightly, just enough for Blaine to hear and he loves it, hopes that their fucking will leave a mark on the wall.
Blaine moves his hand faster, trying to keep up with Kurt's thrusts. But it's too much, his hand on his cock and Kurt; the way he looks and the way he sounds and the way he's pushing himself into Blaine's body. Their breathing is heavy, their gasps and moans loud when they can't stop themselves. It feels so good, too good to hold on anymore, so Blaine lets go.
Kurt bends down to bite on Blaine's neck when he whispers, "Kurt, you're gonna make me--". Blaine finally lets his eyes fall shut as he comes, the pleasure too much to keep them open. It feels like it lasts forever, a constant stream of pleasure leaving his body. He feels Kurt bite down on his neck a little harder when he comes, his body pushing into Blaine one more time before stilling. They don't move for a minute, gasping for air and trying to regain their breath. Kurt eventually rolls off of Blaine and Blaine misses his presence immediately, but he's back soon enough with their pajamas he retrieved from the floor and a wet cloth to wipe Blaine's stomach.
They get back into their clothes and snuggle under the covers, legs hooked together. Blaine wants to stay awake as long as possible, doesn't want to miss any time with Kurt sleeping. But his eye lids are drooping shut and he barely hears Kurt say, "hmmm, you've got a red mark here," when he trails a finger over Blaine's neck.
"Your fault," Blaine mumbles and definitely doesn't think about how Rachel will see the mark on his neck in the morning.
\\
Blaine wakes up a little chilly, goosebumps along his arms, and burrows down into the blankets a little deeper. He cracks his eyes open, sensitive against the sunlight streaming in from the windows, searching for Kurt but finding the bed empty. He frowns and is ready to throw the covers off when he hears hushed talking over at the kitchen table.
Rachel and Kurt are sitting close together, a shared blanket thrown over their laps. Kurt's hair is still messy from sleep, eyes a little puffy and crinkles from the pillow lining his face. Kurt takes a sip from Rachel's coffee mug and makes a face and Blaine hears something about too much sugar. This is obviously a private moment between the two of them and Blaine almost feels like he's intruding. He closes his eyes again, willing himself to fall back to sleep, but he picks up bits and pieces of their conversations. Chores and rent money, the laundromat, a difficult assignment for a class they share at school. It's everything personal between the two of them and Blaine pulls the covers up to his ears, trying to drown them out.
It's only a few minutes later when he hears the legs of the chairs scrape against the tile floor, the sound of a quick kiss, and the front door being shut softly. He wonders where they're off to now, what task they need to accomplish together today. But then the bed dips and Kurt is right beside him. He snakes his arm underneath Blaine's pillow and presses himself against Blaine's back, his free hand pulling at Blaine's waist possessively.
"Hey, time to wake up," Kurt whispers against the back of Blaine's neck, his lips catching on Blaine's skin. He snuggles back against Kurt even more, feels the hard lines of Kurt's body matching up perfectly with his. They're connected completely, fingers knotted and knees bent together.
"Mmmm," Blaine mumbles and then yawns, pretends that he's just waking up.
"Roll over and let me kiss you. I've missed your morning breath," Kurt teases and Blaine is rolling over before Kurt can even finish his sentence.
Blaine rolls over onto his other side, meets Kurt's face on his pillow, their breath mingling together. Blaine's smile reaches his eyes and Kurt leans forward.
The kiss is slow and sleepy, nothing like the rush of the night before. They take their time, opening their mouths and licking inside slowly. It's like they're getting reacquainted with each other after being apart for so long, learning each other again by touch. Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt's shoulders and brings him in closer, needing to feel Kurt's body against his. He moans when he feels their cocks rub together, already hardening.
They take their time, still groggy with sleep. They never speed up their grinding, the pace stays slow and intimate. In a city filled with 8 million people (and one roommate), it's just the two of them.
They never stop kissing. Wrapped up tightly, hips falling apart only a fraction before coming back together. It's perfect like this, exactly what they need. The rush is gone and Blaine can feel everything, every inch of Kurt.
Blaine's orgasm is a slow buildup that starts at the tips of his toes and fingers. He doesn't warn Kurt this time, but he doesn't need to; Kurt knows. He can tell from the tiny whines leaving Blaine's mouth, the way his hips begin to stutter. Blaine clings on to Kurt's back when he comes, hips jerking roughly, and lets himself moan Kurt's name loudly.
Kurt ruts against Blaine a few more times, a mix of "I love you, I miss you, so perfect" falling from his mouth and into Blaine's. Blaine holds Kurt through it, strokes his back until Kurt's hips still.
Blaine breaks the comfortable silence with, "our pants need to come off next time. I don't have an unlimited supply of underwear here."
Kurt laughs loud and bright, his hold tightening on Blaine. "Get in the shower and I'll make coffee. We have a date with New York."
Part 2