Casual Domesticity
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 4100 words
Summary: 3.05 (belated) reaction fic. The morning after. It's a sweet place to be - that tension between the established comfort of what they have and the nervous excitement of what they've just done.
Warnings: Thinky!Kurt. Sweetness. Sex. The morning after. Between Kurt and Blaine. Spoilers for 3.05 (as if you haven't seen it yet, come on.)
A/N - This is a little birthday present for my brilliant beta, Buckeyegrrrl. She is both lovely and brilliant, and so my stories are that much better. Thank you.
Please review, makes my day....Really.
Green. Blaine’s room is very green. Boyish, forest green. Kurt is staring at the ceiling and musing to himself that perhaps Blaine could use a splash of another colour, maybe some rich, deep red, just to shake things up a bit. He smiles. Because it’s 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning, and he is awake, half naked, in Blaine’s bed, and thinking about redecorating. He turns his head to the mop of black curls softly asleep beside him. He wants to reach his fingers out and touch, but he won’t, because everything is so peaceful and he wants to just lie in the silence.
Kurt brings his mind back to his still tingling body. He expects to feel awkward, or overwhelmed, or embarrassed, or something cliché like that, the morning after the night before, but now that he’s here, he doesn’t think that’s happening.
Something else, though. A lot of contradictions-like calm and giddy, satisfied and insatiable (and that one is new, for sure...didn’t his dad say something to him about not wanting to stop once you started? So yeah. That.), relaxed and can’t sleep, so different and not different at all. He feels the adrenaline still coursing and knows he only slept for three hours but whatever. There’s always tonight for sleeping.
He props himself up on two pillows, staring down at a sleeping Blaine. He thinks about the things he knew before last night, the things he had with Blaine, sexually even...because it wasn’t nothing, despite the pending approval on the visas. He had obviously seen guys naked before-all the time, actually. That’s the weird thing about being gay and in high school. There’s always gym class. Lots of sweaty, naked boys prancing around you in the locker room all the time, and, contrary to popular belief, it is the most non-sexual, not sexy, and stressful thing Kurt has had to endure. Eyes down, don’t look, don’t get caught looking, why would you think I would want to look at you, anyways? Naked boys were simply a thing around him, embarrassing, a reminder that he was different. And so those naked bodies became something to get away from as quickly as possible.
And then there was Blaine. Someone who actually looked at him that way. It took a long time to get used to. He had spent so many months wanting Blaine, being rejected, convincing himself that all those looks, those smiles, those feelings were all in his head, weren’t real. It took him that much longer to believe it, when it turned out that actually, they were.
Even when he was wrapped safely inside his fashionable layers, with nothing more than kissing on the horizon, Blaine’s eyes were pools of transparent emotion, and they were full of I want you, you’re beautiful, I like kissing this spot on your neck, god your arms are huge and when did you get so ripped? Blaine noticed everything about him that no one else ever did, especially the physical stuff. Or if they did, they never told him. But Blaine did. It had been weird at first, very hard to believe. Not just being noticed, and complimented, again and again and again (because well... Blaine doesn’t really hold back), but the way Blaine would look at him, rake his eyes up and down Kurt’s body, always landing back on his eyes, with so much affection, appreciation, and when Kurt would finally admit it to himself, desire-it had made him want to hold his breath, run away, cover his eyes, something like that. But he didn’t. Instead he withstood it until he could breathe and enjoy it, and then finally, really look back. And it was weird because he had stared at Blaine for months of his unrequited crush, but this felt so different. Knowing Blaine wanted him to look, knowing Blaine was watching him watching with those thoughts. It was a skill just to be able to do it, and even more of an accomplishment when he started to really enjoy it, teasing Blaine with his eyes. It was a beginning and he loved it.
It was early summer when the conversation first happened. A Warbler boys pool party at Blaine’s house and Blaine had somehow managed to convince him to douse his body in SPF 1000 and join them for water polo (‘come on, Kurt, you can’t underestimate the shock factor when you whip that ball...you wear so many layers, they have no idea how strong you are,’ Blaine had flirted. And well, he was right. And Kurt Hummel loved nothing more than defying expectations). Well, it was that and the sweltering July heat that convinced him. It was no different than a locker room, really, though much less threatening. The Warblers never minded that he was gay, never showed one ounce of discomfort with his sashay, his jazz hands, or his relationship with Blaine for that matter. Though if they had, Blaine would have kicked their collective asses, and there was no doubt that Blaine was their hero. But, he was still gay Kurt, and they were still mostly straight teenage boys, and the rules were the rules-no noticing, no looking, focus on the ball, out of the water and t-shirt back on. So when he climbed out of the pool grabbing for his shirt, he didn’t expect Blaine to be grabbing his hands, pulling him, “you’ll soak your t-shirt. Come with me, we’ll dry off,” leading him into the house.
“I have another t-”
“Just come on.” and he was pulled up the stairs into Blaine’s green, green room, dripping wet in a bathing suit.
“Blaine, it’s kind of chilly-” because the air conditioning was blasting and it was cool and dark in his room and his skin was full of goose bumps.
“Yeah,” and Blaine’s eyes travelled over his prickly torso, “I can see. Can I?...” and Blaine was suddenly in his space, damp arms around his back, but looking straight into his eyes, “Is this... I mean, can I kiss you now? Like this, I mean... no pressure. I want to though,” and Blaine took a deep breath and smiled. And he smiled too, because Blaine was so nervous and he...well, he was too. But only in that really good way.
“Yeah,” and Kurt’s breath hitches, “I really want to too.” And it was as easy that to move from layers of clothes, only the occasional collar bone exposed, to so much skin. The thing with taking things slowly was that after four months of being together, they were really, really good at kissing. And now there was so much more for his mouth, his hands, his eyes, and he pushed Blaine gently down on to his bed, climbing up beside him, wanting to explore.
“Wait, Kurt...just a sec-” and Blaine pushed up gently on Kurt’s chest above him, keeping him away, and Kurt groaned his disapproval, looking at Blaine reproachfully, then what did you get me into this for?
Blaine laughed, “I’m not stopping you... trust me,” he breathed, “but can we just... can we talk about this first? I know you don’t love to talk about this stuff-” and there it was, the memory of a failed conversation with Blaine and his patronizing confidence, and Kurt and his hopeless and painful crush, and god, that just felt like so long ago.
Kurt cupped Blaine’s face in his hands, eyes full of desire and wanting so much to continue. He shook his head slowly from side to side, but said, “Yes, we can talk about it, and yes, I want to do this, now, with you,” and Kurt felt giddy and warm at just how far they’ve come. He rolled over on to his back beside Blaine, clasping their hands between them.
Blaine chuckled, “Yeah, me too.”
“I kind of figured,” Kurt nudged him.
“Soooo... what do you want to... I mean, what... are you... ready for?” Blaine was sweet and nervous.
“This... lots of this. And this,” and Kurt kissed his left pec causing Blaine to shiver, “and this,” and he playfully licked a line up from his waist to his arm pit,” and Blaine squeaked. “We could just maybe keep ourselves away from you know...”Kurt blushed.
“Sounds perfect.” Blaine felt relieved. And then, “I love you, Kurt.”
“I know,” Kurt said playfully, almost dismissively, “now can I...”
“Yeah.” And it turned out that having Blaine’s fuzzy, bare chest pressed against his, underneath him, on top of him, arms wrapped around him, was really one of the best feelings in the world.
So it shouldn’t really come as a surprise to him that this all just feels like a natural extension of everything else. Blaine. The boy who flirted with him, who sang flirty duets with him, who he looked at that way, who looked at him that way, who kissed him, who noticed his body, who wanted his body, who tried new ways to make him make that embarrassing little gasping noise.
Who finally, last night, got to see him naked, wanted to see him naked, who nervously laughed at himself as he kicked off his own blue boxer briefs, and let Kurt look. At him. Finally. They looked and they blushed, crawling together back on to the bed, but they didn’t pull up the covers despite their red cheeks and their trembling hands, because there was just too much to see. Instead, they pulled each other closer, arms around each other, kisses punctuated with ‘You’re beautiful,’ and ‘Can I?’ and ‘Like this?’ and ‘Is this how?’ and laughter. Until their bodies were flush up against each other, hands between them, a rhythm established bringing them so close, and Blaine pulled back eyes wandering down, nervously saying, “I want to watch you... us... want to watch us come together.” And they do. Almost. But Kurt held out for two extra seconds. So really, he won.
...
Kurt smiles to himself as Blaine turns over towards him, eyes fluttering open, sparkling up at him. “Hey,” Blaine manages, reaching his hand out from under the covers, snaking around Kurt’s arm, “why so far away?” and warm hands are pulling him off his pillows back down to face Blaine.
“I was letting you sleep,” Kurt’s voice is soft. “You look so sweet when you sleep,” he says quietly, cuddling back up to Blaine’s warm body.
He hears Blaine gulp and his eyes are full of emotion as his calloused fingers move up to trace Kurt’s face. Kurt hums, eyes fluttering closed. “Can we just have a sleep over every night,” and Blaine laughs out loud. Kurt opens his eyes to look at him, “or at least on weekends. You know, like when we were ten and had a best friend. You had to sleep over at least every weekend,” Blaine is still smiling widely at him, “only, you know, all my best friends were girls and for some reason my dad didn’t think that was appropriate,” Kurt chuckles half at his past and half at his present. Because look at his best friend now.
“It’s a good thing, you know, that you didn’t find that friend to have a sleepover with earlier,” Kurt looks at him curiously, “because, you are highly irresistible half naked in bed...and then, y’know, I may not have gotten you first.” He leans over him, kissing him lightly on the lips.
“You got me first,” Kurt smiles warmly at him, memories still visceral on his fingertips.
“I did.”
Blaine kisses him slowly, softly, like it’s just something they do on a Saturday morning all the time. And Kurt would never have guessed that he would actually forget to remember about morning breath.
“It’s not weird at all, is it?” Kurt muses still leaning into Blaine’s eskimo kisses.
“What?”
“Come on, Blaine,” and Kurt huffs, “this.”
“Nope,” Blaine smiles into him, kissing his shoulder, “not at all.”
...
“God, I’m hungry,” Kurt laughs into Blaine’s kisses, “I know that seems so mundane and all-”
“No. Hey- we all gotta eat. Seriously... and I have a plan,” Kurt cocks his eyebrows, “I’m going to go downstairs and make you a fantastic Anderson breakfast. While you, I don’t know. You take a shower or something.”
“What? Do I smell that bad?” Kurt looks down at himself, “Ugh. I do. Don’t I?”
Blaine’s eyes go wide, “Kurt Hummel. There has not been a day since I met you that you have ever smelled bad,” Blaine scoffs at the word. “And trust me, you, half-naked, in my bed, smelling like-” and Blaine breathes into Kurt’s neck, “you… and me… and maybe a bit of sweat... and sex, definitely, definitely not bad.”
Kurt rolls his eyes but lets Blaine kiss his neck before pushing him away to get out of bed, “You are so gross,” Kurt shakes his head in disbelief as Blaine throws him a towel.
Blaine just shrugs, “I only speak the truth.” And for about the millionth time in the last week Kurt is just so grateful for his boyfriend’s inexplicable comfort and confidence because he makes it just so easy.
Kurt is halfway through washing his hair, steam piling around him and on to the glass doors of Blaine’s shower when he hears a knock on the bathroom door. “Hey” Blaine pokes his head in, “Rachel just called,” and all Kurt can think is-Oh god, parents came home early, know he’s here, never ever going to be let out again- “No, hey, don’t panic. Nothing’s wrong,” and Kurt sighs in relief as Blaine steps into the bathroom, “just a funny story.” Blaine sits down on the toilet seat beside the shower, looking up into Kurt’s face through the steam. The door to the shower is fogged up at least to mid-torso, so it’s almost like Kurt’s behind a curtain. Almost. “She was just calling to make sure you were here, and not, I don’t know, in a ditch somewhere, because, as it turns out, she and Finn had a little sleepover themselves-”
“Figures,” Kurt laughs a bit nervously, “I mean, we did, why shouldn’t they?” But what exactly was Blaine doing hanging out in the bathroom? Chatting. While he was in the shower.
“Yeah, well... it’s funny because, you remember I told you how she was all worried about playing Maria before her and Finn, you know... had sex- but now it seems like we both may have,” and Blaine gestures slightly with his eyes, “on the same night.” Kurt is now standing still, wide-eyed, looking out at Blaine over the steam of the shower. “Kurt?”
“Blaine,” Kurt queries, “What are you doing?” Kurt closes his eyes against the water, taking a deep breath.
“Huh?”
“I mean, sitting on the toilet in your pajamas, while I’m,” Kurt breathes, “not in mine… and talking to me non-chalantly about my best friend turned nemesis and stepbrother’s sex life as if we’re actually sitting in the Lima Bean making over Nancy Grace,’ Kurt sighs. He shuts his eyes again and wants to turn away from Blaine’s clueless eyes, but he doesn’t.
When he opens them, though, Blaine is standing up, fidgeting from side to side, and his eyes are mischievous but smiling into Kurt’s. “ I was testing something...I wanted to try-”
“What exactly?”
“Casual domesticity,” Blaine laughs as a smile creeps across Kurt’s lips, “Like now that we, you know...last night, I thought it would be cool to just hang out like if we had our own apartment- me making breakfast, you in the shower, I can just come in and tell you something. Doesn’t matter if you’re naked-” and then it’s as if a lightbulb goes off in Blaine's head, and Kurt feels Blaine’s eyes leaving his, and start travelling down the outlines of his body camouflaged by the steamy shower door.
Kurt gulps at the sweetness of the thought. But, really. “And how’s that working out for you, Blaine? Casual domesticity?” Kurt mimics fondly.
Blaine just shakes his head in disbelief, as cool higher brain Blaine ‘yes, I can be calm about this and it doesn't have to be awkward’ appears to be quickly replaced by real Blaine ‘my boyfriend is naked and hot and I'm totally going there’, eyes still wandering over Kurt through the shower, “Not so well. No. Didn’t really factor in the you actually being naked... and looking like,” Blaine blushes, “you look.”
“No. Not so well,” and Kurt breathes in relief because there is nothing relaxed about the way his body is reacting to Blaine in pajamas, mussed and sweet, watching him in the shower, “I know what we did last night, Blaine, and it was amazing,” Kurt smiles more gently now but his heart is still beating fast, “But I’m not really over the whole naked thing yet.”
“Me neither,” Blaine agrees, “Not sure I want to be, actually. And Kurt can see Blaine struggling.
“Okay, good,” Kurt breathes. Kurt is looking at Blaine now and it feels good. Equal. Real. Not casual. Way too many nerve endings for casual.
“Can I?” Blaine asks, and Kurt motions for Blaine.
“Yeah…Yes. Come on.” So now Blaine is naked too, t-shirt and flannel boxers in a pile on the floor, stepping into the shower. Kurt moves to let him under the spray, and wow, this is so much better. He looks at Blaine’s body covered in water droplets. His beautiful guitar arms, his ripply, slightly hairy stomach, and then Kurt bites his lip, because he is staring. And Blaine is getting hard already.
“What?” Blaine smiles sheepishly, half blushing and half loving that Kurt is staring at him. Naked.
“That happened just from you looking. No touching,” And Kurt closes his eyes realizing just how good that makes him feel.
“Yeah...Actually, it happened just from me trying not to look...didn’t work. Can’t really resist.”
“No?”
“No.”
“You can, you know. Look, I mean. You can look.” So Blaine does.
“I like it when you look at me,” Blaine confesses back.
“Ego.”
“Well, all is fair in love and war.”
And apparently this was both, and it wasn’t clear who moved first, but their lips crashed together, slippery, wet arms wrapping around each other frantically.
Kurt found it amazing, that the same thing-sex-even the same kind of naked, frotting, touching, sex, could be so different in the same 24 hours. Last night had been slow, and careful, sweet and tentative, hot-definitely hot-but mostly it was about them, making the other person feel good, comfortable, loved. It was amazing.
But this… in the shower, well, now Kurt knows what fucking is, because this is fucking. Desperate, greedy, hungry, and aggressive in the best way. Kurt pushes Blaine back against the shower wall, his body smashing against him, chest to chest, legs intertwined, mouths and teeth and tongues everywhere. So much less embarrassing when there’s two of you, and hormones, and a wet body pressed up against you. He reaches his hands down between them, starts stroking Blaine, who is now fully hard. It was almost competitive, his desire to bring Blaine to the brink, make him come, fall apart. This is not slow, or gentle, or exploratory. This is about having an orgasm. Together. Right now. Before the warm water turns cold.
“God I love your hands,” Blaine groans, breaths coming faster, “Always have. Strong piano hands,” he pants.
“Yeah? You like what they’re doing now?” And Kurt cannot believe he just said that. But he did. And apparently, Blaine can’t believe it either, because his eyes pop wide, and he moans loudly, louder than Kurt has ever heard him before, and comes all over Kurt’s hands.
“Oh my god, Kurt,” Blaine was trying to catch his breath, trying to focus on his hands on Kurt, “So hot.”
“The sound… the sounds you made. Blaine, I’m going to-” and Kurt shuts his eyes, Blaine’s moans still in his ears, hears himself make a sound he would normally find mortifying, and comes all over both of them.
They’re panting, waiting for their breathing to return to normal, and Kurt reluctantly unsticks himself from Blaine’s body, and slouches into the shower wall beside him. They’re side-by-side, wet, sticky, and breathing fast.
“Wow,” Blaine speaks first.
“Mmmhmm,” Kurt can only hum back.
“So not over it,” Blaine laughs warmly, “...not sure I’ll ever be.” And Kurt just smiles sweetly up at him, because who needs casual domesticity when you can have steaming hot shower sex at 9a.m. on a Saturday morning.
...
Kurt walks into the Anderson kitchen and sees Blaine dancing from foot to foot in front of the stove, working on flipping an omelette. Blaine had rinsed off and jumped out of the shower with a quick kiss, thrown on his clothes (an act that Kurt definitely was not capable of)- jeans and a white t-shirt, and raced down the stairs yelling something about Anderson breakfasts and famous eggs and ready once Kurt is. Fortunately, Kurt takes his time at looking immaculate, so Blaine had a few minutes.
“Hello there,” Kurt chuckles as he enters the kitchen, leaning up on the counter behind Blaine and the stove and the now-flipped omelette. Blaine turns around.
“Coffee?” He hands Kurt a freshly poured mug, “two milks, no sugar.”
“You know me so well,” Kurt says thankfully, wrapping his fingers around the mug, taking a sip.
“Sorry we don’t have a mocha making machine,” Blaine laments, “Have a seat. Anderson spinach and cheese omelette coming right up.”
Kurt sits down quietly at the set breakfast table, sipping his coffee. “The production was great last night, wasn’t it?”
“Especially Officer Krupke,” Blaine smiles over his shoulder as he plates the eggs.
“Seriously, Blaine. But thank you-though I was thinking about America, and Boys Like That. Santana is a force.”
“That she is,” Blaine laughs, “but yeah. She’s really killing it. She’s fierce,” He pauses, setting down their plates, and sits down across from Kurt, “Bon appetit, mon cher.”
“Merci, monsieur. Le francais, a healthy breakfast...You know the way to my heart.”
“I hope so,” and Blaine looks so sweetly vulnerable that Kurt can’t help but roll his eyes - with affection of course.
“Kurt?” Blaine takes a bite.
“Mmmm? So good, Blaine.”
“Thank you. Do you think Santana is, y’know... one of us?” Blaine asks sheepishly, knowing Kurt hates gossip but he’s just too curious, and they’re boyfriends, for goodness sakes, it must be fair to talk about other potential homos around, right?
Kurt raises his eyebrows, “If what you are wondering whether Santana is a gay man, then I would have to say definitely not,” Kurt huffs but not with much bite, “But yes...it’s occurred to me that she might be gay or lesbian, or however the women are labeling themselves these days. I think... probably?”
“Mmmm, yeah. Me too... that’s cool. I’m not going to say anything, to anybody else, by the way... It’s up to her and all that. Just so you know, I’m with you on the not outing thing.”
“Of course you are,” Kurt smiles.
Once they finish cleaning up the kitchen, they refill their mugs and make their way over to the family room couch. Kurt grabs the fashion section of the newspaper before flopping down beside Blaine.
“Well, I think you succeeded,” Kurt smiles up at him, leaning into his chest, “god, whoever brought back the mullet needs to be imprisoned. This should not be legal,” He flips the page in disdain.
“At what?”
“You know, what you wanted, casual domesticity, Blaine. Isn’t this what you meant?”
“No.” And Kurt looks away from the paper and up at him curiously. And god, Blaine has that look on his face, again, “I guess I’m just a good actor,” and Blaine places a kiss on his neck, his cheek, his ear, “Because you’re sitting here reading the newspaper when all I can do is think about how I can convince Burt and Carole that they need to keep campaigning for just one more night, so I can keep you for just one more night, so I can-” and Blaine pauses, his eyes shifting sheepishly away from Kurt.
“What?”
“Give you a blowjob,” and Blaine meets his eyes again as Kurt lets out a high-pitched laugh, shaking his head.
“Blaine...You are such a dork.”
“What?” Blaine takes his hands, “it’s true.” And Kurt just keeps shaking his head because how is this happening to him?
“Well... for your information, they aren’t back until tomorrow,” Kurt smiles at him, “so as long as it’s okay with Finn, I think something could be arranged.” Kurt pulls Blaine up from the couch, kisses him on the mouth, slightly flirty, “okay?”
“Okay.”
And Kurt muses to himself that maybe this is casual domesticity with Blaine Anderson. And it is definitely something he could get used to.
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 4100 words
Summary: 3.05 (belated) reaction fic. The morning after. It's a sweet place to be - that tension between the established comfort of what they have and the nervous excitement of what they've just done.
Warnings: Thinky!Kurt. Sweetness. Sex. The morning after. Between Kurt and Blaine. Spoilers for 3.05 (as if you haven't seen it yet, come on.)
A/N - This is a little birthday present for my brilliant beta, Buckeyegrrrl. She is both lovely and brilliant, and so my stories are that much better. Thank you.
Please review, makes my day....Really.
Green. Blaine’s room is very green. Boyish, forest green. Kurt is staring at the ceiling and musing to himself that perhaps Blaine could use a splash of another colour, maybe some rich, deep red, just to shake things up a bit. He smiles. Because it’s 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning, and he is awake, half naked, in Blaine’s bed, and thinking about redecorating. He turns his head to the mop of black curls softly asleep beside him. He wants to reach his fingers out and touch, but he won’t, because everything is so peaceful and he wants to just lie in the silence.
Kurt brings his mind back to his still tingling body. He expects to feel awkward, or overwhelmed, or embarrassed, or something cliché like that, the morning after the night before, but now that he’s here, he doesn’t think that’s happening.
Something else, though. A lot of contradictions-like calm and giddy, satisfied and insatiable (and that one is new, for sure...didn’t his dad say something to him about not wanting to stop once you started? So yeah. That.), relaxed and can’t sleep, so different and not different at all. He feels the adrenaline still coursing and knows he only slept for three hours but whatever. There’s always tonight for sleeping.
He props himself up on two pillows, staring down at a sleeping Blaine. He thinks about the things he knew before last night, the things he had with Blaine, sexually even...because it wasn’t nothing, despite the pending approval on the visas. He had obviously seen guys naked before-all the time, actually. That’s the weird thing about being gay and in high school. There’s always gym class. Lots of sweaty, naked boys prancing around you in the locker room all the time, and, contrary to popular belief, it is the most non-sexual, not sexy, and stressful thing Kurt has had to endure. Eyes down, don’t look, don’t get caught looking, why would you think I would want to look at you, anyways? Naked boys were simply a thing around him, embarrassing, a reminder that he was different. And so those naked bodies became something to get away from as quickly as possible.
And then there was Blaine. Someone who actually looked at him that way. It took a long time to get used to. He had spent so many months wanting Blaine, being rejected, convincing himself that all those looks, those smiles, those feelings were all in his head, weren’t real. It took him that much longer to believe it, when it turned out that actually, they were.
Even when he was wrapped safely inside his fashionable layers, with nothing more than kissing on the horizon, Blaine’s eyes were pools of transparent emotion, and they were full of I want you, you’re beautiful, I like kissing this spot on your neck, god your arms are huge and when did you get so ripped? Blaine noticed everything about him that no one else ever did, especially the physical stuff. Or if they did, they never told him. But Blaine did. It had been weird at first, very hard to believe. Not just being noticed, and complimented, again and again and again (because well... Blaine doesn’t really hold back), but the way Blaine would look at him, rake his eyes up and down Kurt’s body, always landing back on his eyes, with so much affection, appreciation, and when Kurt would finally admit it to himself, desire-it had made him want to hold his breath, run away, cover his eyes, something like that. But he didn’t. Instead he withstood it until he could breathe and enjoy it, and then finally, really look back. And it was weird because he had stared at Blaine for months of his unrequited crush, but this felt so different. Knowing Blaine wanted him to look, knowing Blaine was watching him watching with those thoughts. It was a skill just to be able to do it, and even more of an accomplishment when he started to really enjoy it, teasing Blaine with his eyes. It was a beginning and he loved it.
It was early summer when the conversation first happened. A Warbler boys pool party at Blaine’s house and Blaine had somehow managed to convince him to douse his body in SPF 1000 and join them for water polo (‘come on, Kurt, you can’t underestimate the shock factor when you whip that ball...you wear so many layers, they have no idea how strong you are,’ Blaine had flirted. And well, he was right. And Kurt Hummel loved nothing more than defying expectations). Well, it was that and the sweltering July heat that convinced him. It was no different than a locker room, really, though much less threatening. The Warblers never minded that he was gay, never showed one ounce of discomfort with his sashay, his jazz hands, or his relationship with Blaine for that matter. Though if they had, Blaine would have kicked their collective asses, and there was no doubt that Blaine was their hero. But, he was still gay Kurt, and they were still mostly straight teenage boys, and the rules were the rules-no noticing, no looking, focus on the ball, out of the water and t-shirt back on. So when he climbed out of the pool grabbing for his shirt, he didn’t expect Blaine to be grabbing his hands, pulling him, “you’ll soak your t-shirt. Come with me, we’ll dry off,” leading him into the house.
“I have another t-”
“Just come on.” and he was pulled up the stairs into Blaine’s green, green room, dripping wet in a bathing suit.
“Blaine, it’s kind of chilly-” because the air conditioning was blasting and it was cool and dark in his room and his skin was full of goose bumps.
“Yeah,” and Blaine’s eyes travelled over his prickly torso, “I can see. Can I?...” and Blaine was suddenly in his space, damp arms around his back, but looking straight into his eyes, “Is this... I mean, can I kiss you now? Like this, I mean... no pressure. I want to though,” and Blaine took a deep breath and smiled. And he smiled too, because Blaine was so nervous and he...well, he was too. But only in that really good way.
“Yeah,” and Kurt’s breath hitches, “I really want to too.” And it was as easy that to move from layers of clothes, only the occasional collar bone exposed, to so much skin. The thing with taking things slowly was that after four months of being together, they were really, really good at kissing. And now there was so much more for his mouth, his hands, his eyes, and he pushed Blaine gently down on to his bed, climbing up beside him, wanting to explore.
“Wait, Kurt...just a sec-” and Blaine pushed up gently on Kurt’s chest above him, keeping him away, and Kurt groaned his disapproval, looking at Blaine reproachfully, then what did you get me into this for?
Blaine laughed, “I’m not stopping you... trust me,” he breathed, “but can we just... can we talk about this first? I know you don’t love to talk about this stuff-” and there it was, the memory of a failed conversation with Blaine and his patronizing confidence, and Kurt and his hopeless and painful crush, and god, that just felt like so long ago.
Kurt cupped Blaine’s face in his hands, eyes full of desire and wanting so much to continue. He shook his head slowly from side to side, but said, “Yes, we can talk about it, and yes, I want to do this, now, with you,” and Kurt felt giddy and warm at just how far they’ve come. He rolled over on to his back beside Blaine, clasping their hands between them.
Blaine chuckled, “Yeah, me too.”
“I kind of figured,” Kurt nudged him.
“Soooo... what do you want to... I mean, what... are you... ready for?” Blaine was sweet and nervous.
“This... lots of this. And this,” and Kurt kissed his left pec causing Blaine to shiver, “and this,” and he playfully licked a line up from his waist to his arm pit,” and Blaine squeaked. “We could just maybe keep ourselves away from you know...”Kurt blushed.
“Sounds perfect.” Blaine felt relieved. And then, “I love you, Kurt.”
“I know,” Kurt said playfully, almost dismissively, “now can I...”
“Yeah.” And it turned out that having Blaine’s fuzzy, bare chest pressed against his, underneath him, on top of him, arms wrapped around him, was really one of the best feelings in the world.
So it shouldn’t really come as a surprise to him that this all just feels like a natural extension of everything else. Blaine. The boy who flirted with him, who sang flirty duets with him, who he looked at that way, who looked at him that way, who kissed him, who noticed his body, who wanted his body, who tried new ways to make him make that embarrassing little gasping noise.
Who finally, last night, got to see him naked, wanted to see him naked, who nervously laughed at himself as he kicked off his own blue boxer briefs, and let Kurt look. At him. Finally. They looked and they blushed, crawling together back on to the bed, but they didn’t pull up the covers despite their red cheeks and their trembling hands, because there was just too much to see. Instead, they pulled each other closer, arms around each other, kisses punctuated with ‘You’re beautiful,’ and ‘Can I?’ and ‘Like this?’ and ‘Is this how?’ and laughter. Until their bodies were flush up against each other, hands between them, a rhythm established bringing them so close, and Blaine pulled back eyes wandering down, nervously saying, “I want to watch you... us... want to watch us come together.” And they do. Almost. But Kurt held out for two extra seconds. So really, he won.
...
Kurt smiles to himself as Blaine turns over towards him, eyes fluttering open, sparkling up at him. “Hey,” Blaine manages, reaching his hand out from under the covers, snaking around Kurt’s arm, “why so far away?” and warm hands are pulling him off his pillows back down to face Blaine.
“I was letting you sleep,” Kurt’s voice is soft. “You look so sweet when you sleep,” he says quietly, cuddling back up to Blaine’s warm body.
He hears Blaine gulp and his eyes are full of emotion as his calloused fingers move up to trace Kurt’s face. Kurt hums, eyes fluttering closed. “Can we just have a sleep over every night,” and Blaine laughs out loud. Kurt opens his eyes to look at him, “or at least on weekends. You know, like when we were ten and had a best friend. You had to sleep over at least every weekend,” Blaine is still smiling widely at him, “only, you know, all my best friends were girls and for some reason my dad didn’t think that was appropriate,” Kurt chuckles half at his past and half at his present. Because look at his best friend now.
“It’s a good thing, you know, that you didn’t find that friend to have a sleepover with earlier,” Kurt looks at him curiously, “because, you are highly irresistible half naked in bed...and then, y’know, I may not have gotten you first.” He leans over him, kissing him lightly on the lips.
“You got me first,” Kurt smiles warmly at him, memories still visceral on his fingertips.
“I did.”
Blaine kisses him slowly, softly, like it’s just something they do on a Saturday morning all the time. And Kurt would never have guessed that he would actually forget to remember about morning breath.
“It’s not weird at all, is it?” Kurt muses still leaning into Blaine’s eskimo kisses.
“What?”
“Come on, Blaine,” and Kurt huffs, “this.”
“Nope,” Blaine smiles into him, kissing his shoulder, “not at all.”
...
“God, I’m hungry,” Kurt laughs into Blaine’s kisses, “I know that seems so mundane and all-”
“No. Hey- we all gotta eat. Seriously... and I have a plan,” Kurt cocks his eyebrows, “I’m going to go downstairs and make you a fantastic Anderson breakfast. While you, I don’t know. You take a shower or something.”
“What? Do I smell that bad?” Kurt looks down at himself, “Ugh. I do. Don’t I?”
Blaine’s eyes go wide, “Kurt Hummel. There has not been a day since I met you that you have ever smelled bad,” Blaine scoffs at the word. “And trust me, you, half-naked, in my bed, smelling like-” and Blaine breathes into Kurt’s neck, “you… and me… and maybe a bit of sweat... and sex, definitely, definitely not bad.”
Kurt rolls his eyes but lets Blaine kiss his neck before pushing him away to get out of bed, “You are so gross,” Kurt shakes his head in disbelief as Blaine throws him a towel.
Blaine just shrugs, “I only speak the truth.” And for about the millionth time in the last week Kurt is just so grateful for his boyfriend’s inexplicable comfort and confidence because he makes it just so easy.
Kurt is halfway through washing his hair, steam piling around him and on to the glass doors of Blaine’s shower when he hears a knock on the bathroom door. “Hey” Blaine pokes his head in, “Rachel just called,” and all Kurt can think is-Oh god, parents came home early, know he’s here, never ever going to be let out again- “No, hey, don’t panic. Nothing’s wrong,” and Kurt sighs in relief as Blaine steps into the bathroom, “just a funny story.” Blaine sits down on the toilet seat beside the shower, looking up into Kurt’s face through the steam. The door to the shower is fogged up at least to mid-torso, so it’s almost like Kurt’s behind a curtain. Almost. “She was just calling to make sure you were here, and not, I don’t know, in a ditch somewhere, because, as it turns out, she and Finn had a little sleepover themselves-”
“Figures,” Kurt laughs a bit nervously, “I mean, we did, why shouldn’t they?” But what exactly was Blaine doing hanging out in the bathroom? Chatting. While he was in the shower.
“Yeah, well... it’s funny because, you remember I told you how she was all worried about playing Maria before her and Finn, you know... had sex- but now it seems like we both may have,” and Blaine gestures slightly with his eyes, “on the same night.” Kurt is now standing still, wide-eyed, looking out at Blaine over the steam of the shower. “Kurt?”
“Blaine,” Kurt queries, “What are you doing?” Kurt closes his eyes against the water, taking a deep breath.
“Huh?”
“I mean, sitting on the toilet in your pajamas, while I’m,” Kurt breathes, “not in mine… and talking to me non-chalantly about my best friend turned nemesis and stepbrother’s sex life as if we’re actually sitting in the Lima Bean making over Nancy Grace,’ Kurt sighs. He shuts his eyes again and wants to turn away from Blaine’s clueless eyes, but he doesn’t.
When he opens them, though, Blaine is standing up, fidgeting from side to side, and his eyes are mischievous but smiling into Kurt’s. “ I was testing something...I wanted to try-”
“What exactly?”
“Casual domesticity,” Blaine laughs as a smile creeps across Kurt’s lips, “Like now that we, you know...last night, I thought it would be cool to just hang out like if we had our own apartment- me making breakfast, you in the shower, I can just come in and tell you something. Doesn’t matter if you’re naked-” and then it’s as if a lightbulb goes off in Blaine's head, and Kurt feels Blaine’s eyes leaving his, and start travelling down the outlines of his body camouflaged by the steamy shower door.
Kurt gulps at the sweetness of the thought. But, really. “And how’s that working out for you, Blaine? Casual domesticity?” Kurt mimics fondly.
Blaine just shakes his head in disbelief, as cool higher brain Blaine ‘yes, I can be calm about this and it doesn't have to be awkward’ appears to be quickly replaced by real Blaine ‘my boyfriend is naked and hot and I'm totally going there’, eyes still wandering over Kurt through the shower, “Not so well. No. Didn’t really factor in the you actually being naked... and looking like,” Blaine blushes, “you look.”
“No. Not so well,” and Kurt breathes in relief because there is nothing relaxed about the way his body is reacting to Blaine in pajamas, mussed and sweet, watching him in the shower, “I know what we did last night, Blaine, and it was amazing,” Kurt smiles more gently now but his heart is still beating fast, “But I’m not really over the whole naked thing yet.”
“Me neither,” Blaine agrees, “Not sure I want to be, actually. And Kurt can see Blaine struggling.
“Okay, good,” Kurt breathes. Kurt is looking at Blaine now and it feels good. Equal. Real. Not casual. Way too many nerve endings for casual.
“Can I?” Blaine asks, and Kurt motions for Blaine.
“Yeah…Yes. Come on.” So now Blaine is naked too, t-shirt and flannel boxers in a pile on the floor, stepping into the shower. Kurt moves to let him under the spray, and wow, this is so much better. He looks at Blaine’s body covered in water droplets. His beautiful guitar arms, his ripply, slightly hairy stomach, and then Kurt bites his lip, because he is staring. And Blaine is getting hard already.
“What?” Blaine smiles sheepishly, half blushing and half loving that Kurt is staring at him. Naked.
“That happened just from you looking. No touching,” And Kurt closes his eyes realizing just how good that makes him feel.
“Yeah...Actually, it happened just from me trying not to look...didn’t work. Can’t really resist.”
“No?”
“No.”
“You can, you know. Look, I mean. You can look.” So Blaine does.
“I like it when you look at me,” Blaine confesses back.
“Ego.”
“Well, all is fair in love and war.”
And apparently this was both, and it wasn’t clear who moved first, but their lips crashed together, slippery, wet arms wrapping around each other frantically.
Kurt found it amazing, that the same thing-sex-even the same kind of naked, frotting, touching, sex, could be so different in the same 24 hours. Last night had been slow, and careful, sweet and tentative, hot-definitely hot-but mostly it was about them, making the other person feel good, comfortable, loved. It was amazing.
But this… in the shower, well, now Kurt knows what fucking is, because this is fucking. Desperate, greedy, hungry, and aggressive in the best way. Kurt pushes Blaine back against the shower wall, his body smashing against him, chest to chest, legs intertwined, mouths and teeth and tongues everywhere. So much less embarrassing when there’s two of you, and hormones, and a wet body pressed up against you. He reaches his hands down between them, starts stroking Blaine, who is now fully hard. It was almost competitive, his desire to bring Blaine to the brink, make him come, fall apart. This is not slow, or gentle, or exploratory. This is about having an orgasm. Together. Right now. Before the warm water turns cold.
“God I love your hands,” Blaine groans, breaths coming faster, “Always have. Strong piano hands,” he pants.
“Yeah? You like what they’re doing now?” And Kurt cannot believe he just said that. But he did. And apparently, Blaine can’t believe it either, because his eyes pop wide, and he moans loudly, louder than Kurt has ever heard him before, and comes all over Kurt’s hands.
“Oh my god, Kurt,” Blaine was trying to catch his breath, trying to focus on his hands on Kurt, “So hot.”
“The sound… the sounds you made. Blaine, I’m going to-” and Kurt shuts his eyes, Blaine’s moans still in his ears, hears himself make a sound he would normally find mortifying, and comes all over both of them.
They’re panting, waiting for their breathing to return to normal, and Kurt reluctantly unsticks himself from Blaine’s body, and slouches into the shower wall beside him. They’re side-by-side, wet, sticky, and breathing fast.
“Wow,” Blaine speaks first.
“Mmmhmm,” Kurt can only hum back.
“So not over it,” Blaine laughs warmly, “...not sure I’ll ever be.” And Kurt just smiles sweetly up at him, because who needs casual domesticity when you can have steaming hot shower sex at 9a.m. on a Saturday morning.
...
Kurt walks into the Anderson kitchen and sees Blaine dancing from foot to foot in front of the stove, working on flipping an omelette. Blaine had rinsed off and jumped out of the shower with a quick kiss, thrown on his clothes (an act that Kurt definitely was not capable of)- jeans and a white t-shirt, and raced down the stairs yelling something about Anderson breakfasts and famous eggs and ready once Kurt is. Fortunately, Kurt takes his time at looking immaculate, so Blaine had a few minutes.
“Hello there,” Kurt chuckles as he enters the kitchen, leaning up on the counter behind Blaine and the stove and the now-flipped omelette. Blaine turns around.
“Coffee?” He hands Kurt a freshly poured mug, “two milks, no sugar.”
“You know me so well,” Kurt says thankfully, wrapping his fingers around the mug, taking a sip.
“Sorry we don’t have a mocha making machine,” Blaine laments, “Have a seat. Anderson spinach and cheese omelette coming right up.”
Kurt sits down quietly at the set breakfast table, sipping his coffee. “The production was great last night, wasn’t it?”
“Especially Officer Krupke,” Blaine smiles over his shoulder as he plates the eggs.
“Seriously, Blaine. But thank you-though I was thinking about America, and Boys Like That. Santana is a force.”
“That she is,” Blaine laughs, “but yeah. She’s really killing it. She’s fierce,” He pauses, setting down their plates, and sits down across from Kurt, “Bon appetit, mon cher.”
“Merci, monsieur. Le francais, a healthy breakfast...You know the way to my heart.”
“I hope so,” and Blaine looks so sweetly vulnerable that Kurt can’t help but roll his eyes - with affection of course.
“Kurt?” Blaine takes a bite.
“Mmmm? So good, Blaine.”
“Thank you. Do you think Santana is, y’know... one of us?” Blaine asks sheepishly, knowing Kurt hates gossip but he’s just too curious, and they’re boyfriends, for goodness sakes, it must be fair to talk about other potential homos around, right?
Kurt raises his eyebrows, “If what you are wondering whether Santana is a gay man, then I would have to say definitely not,” Kurt huffs but not with much bite, “But yes...it’s occurred to me that she might be gay or lesbian, or however the women are labeling themselves these days. I think... probably?”
“Mmmm, yeah. Me too... that’s cool. I’m not going to say anything, to anybody else, by the way... It’s up to her and all that. Just so you know, I’m with you on the not outing thing.”
“Of course you are,” Kurt smiles.
Once they finish cleaning up the kitchen, they refill their mugs and make their way over to the family room couch. Kurt grabs the fashion section of the newspaper before flopping down beside Blaine.
“Well, I think you succeeded,” Kurt smiles up at him, leaning into his chest, “god, whoever brought back the mullet needs to be imprisoned. This should not be legal,” He flips the page in disdain.
“At what?”
“You know, what you wanted, casual domesticity, Blaine. Isn’t this what you meant?”
“No.” And Kurt looks away from the paper and up at him curiously. And god, Blaine has that look on his face, again, “I guess I’m just a good actor,” and Blaine places a kiss on his neck, his cheek, his ear, “Because you’re sitting here reading the newspaper when all I can do is think about how I can convince Burt and Carole that they need to keep campaigning for just one more night, so I can keep you for just one more night, so I can-” and Blaine pauses, his eyes shifting sheepishly away from Kurt.
“What?”
“Give you a blowjob,” and Blaine meets his eyes again as Kurt lets out a high-pitched laugh, shaking his head.
“Blaine...You are such a dork.”
“What?” Blaine takes his hands, “it’s true.” And Kurt just keeps shaking his head because how is this happening to him?
“Well... for your information, they aren’t back until tomorrow,” Kurt smiles at him, “so as long as it’s okay with Finn, I think something could be arranged.” Kurt pulls Blaine up from the couch, kisses him on the mouth, slightly flirty, “okay?”
“Okay.”
And Kurt muses to himself that maybe this is casual domesticity with Blaine Anderson. And it is definitely something he could get used to.