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27. Blaine.
It's not until the door of the hotel room closes with a click that Blaine remembers that he has no idea what he's doing.
They both hang up their jackets and loosen their ties, and Blaine toes his shoes off before he moves to sit on the bed closest to the door. Kurt hesitates for a moment, hovering near the closet, looking a little uncertain and so beautiful that Blaine's heart aches. Blaine reaches out a hand for him.
"C'mere," he says, and Kurt does, taking his hand and sitting down on the edge of the bed, close enough that their knees knock together as Kurt settles himself and starts removing his own shoes.
"I'm really nervous right now," Blaine admits, hoping that his honesty will make Kurt more comfortable and not just make him more nervous. He figures it could go either way, but he wants to be honest with Kurt always, and right now most of all. Kurt nudges his shoes away from the bed and tucks his legs beneath him before he responds.
"So am I," he says, looking directly at Blaine. Wow, his eyes are really blue in this light. "But I'm not scared, if that makes sense?"
Blaine smiles. "It makes sense to me. I'm not scared, either."
"Good," Kurt says. "That's...good." He closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. "Sorry," he says. "I don't think my brain is firing on all cylinders right now; I can't seem to come up with my usual sparkling repartee."
"Aw, do I need to sing 'Just The Way You Are' to you?"
"Bruno Mars, really?"
"Billy Joel. You know. 'I don't want clever conversation, I never want to work that hard...mmmm...I just want someone that I can talk to -- I want you just the way you are."
"I can't believe you know the lyrics to that song."
"My mom loves him," Blaine says with a shrug. "I think it's romantic."
"I think you're romantic," Kurt says, lightly circling Blaine's knee with a fingertip, a move that's significantly more arousing than Blaine ever would have guessed. "So what...what are we supposed to do?" Kurt asks softly. He bites his lip. "I mean...what do you want to do?"
"I want to make you feel good," Blaine says immediately, ducking his head and making Kurt meet his gaze. "I just want to make you feel good and be close to you. However you want."
"I'm not sure what I want," Kurt says, "but I know I..." He pauses and takes a breath. When he continues, his voice is soft, but steady. "I know I want you," he says, and Blaine's whole body lights up like Kurt flipped a switch; he thinks he might be glowing.
"I have a few ideas," Blaine says, and he rests his hand on Kurt's knee. "I did some reading..."
"Please don't rattle off a list of sexual acts," Kurt cuts in, blushing furiously. "I trust you. And...I don't want to wait any longer."
Blaine tries desperately to think as all the blood in his body goes rushing down to his erection. Make a plan, Blaine. This calls for a plan.
"How about...okay," he says. "How about I ask you before I do anything, and you can tell me yes or no, at least?" He touches the back of Kurt's hand. "I don't want to do something you don't want."
"You won't," Kurt says, giving him a heated look that makes Blaine's stomach flip. "But okay."
Blaine nods and closes his gaping mouth.
"Can I kiss you?" he asks.
Kurt looks startled, then his mouth curves in a soft smile. "Of course," he says. "You never have to ask permission for that." Kurt's eyes close as Blaine leans in and, instead of going for Kurt's lips, kisses him lightly on his right cheekbone. Kurt makes a faint sound of surprise, but Blaine presses on, undeterred, and kisses Kurt's ear. Then low on his jaw. The other cheekbone. Just above one eyebrow. The tip of his nose. His temple. Both eyelids. (His eyelashes tickle Blaine's lips, it turns out.) (He loves it.) The point of his chin. The tiny hollow over his upper lip.
"Tease," Kurt whispers, and Blaine can feel his smile.
"Never," Blaine says, and he cups Kurt's face with both hands as he brings their mouths together. Kurt's mouth opens immediately, his tongue skimming along Blaine's lips, and Blaine parts them eagerly to allow Kurt access. They kiss for several long, head-spinning minutes, deep and wet but still soft, just drinking each other in. They have time and space -- and love, oh my god I love him -- on their side today; for once, there's no rush. When his lips start tingling, Blaine finally pulls back a little and whispers "can I take your shirt and tie off?" against Kurt's mouth.
"Yes."
The tie is easy; the buttons less so -- everything is backwards, first of all, and Blaine's hands are shaking with an intoxicating mixture of excitement and nerves. Please please please let me do this right for him. Once he manages to get the buttons undone, he tugs the crisp white shirt off Kurt's shoulders, then sighs when it gets hung up on Kurt's wrists. Kurt kisses Blaine on the cheek and undoes the buttons on the cuffs himself, then pulls his shirt off and tosses it onto the other bed, pink-cheeked but still somehow looking a little bit proud in that way he sometimes does; that way that's all Kurt Hummel. Blaine reaches for him automatically, then stops short, his fingers hovering over Kurt's collarbone, close enough to feel the warmth of Kurt's skin but not touching.
"Can I touch your chest? And your shoulders?"
"Yes."
Blaine bites back a gasp at the first feel of Kurt's bare chest against his palms; the silken skin over firm muscle and the way his breath is already coming a little fast, making his chest press back into Blaine's touch with every exhalation. He slides his hands up and over Kurt's shoulders, then inwards so they wrap around Kurt's neck, his thumbs resting lightly in the hollow at the base of Kurt's throat. Blaine has to kiss Kurt again then, he has to, so he does. He leans in and kisses Kurt's bottom lip, sucking it tenderly into his mouth as his hands slip back down along Kurt's chest. One thumb catches on a nipple, and Kurt sucks in a sharp breath, his mouth flying open and pulling his lip out of Blaine's mouth.
"Oh," Kurt says, and he leans forward, resting his hands on Blaine's thighs and sucking hot, wet kisses into Blaine's throat above the collar of his dress shirt. "I like this."
"So do I," Blaine says softly. "Can I -- oh, that feels good -- can I take my shirt off?"
"Yes," Kurt mumbles against his neck, then he bites at Blaine's jaw. "Your pants, too."
"Okay," Blaine says, tipping his head back to give Kurt better access. "Can yours come off, too?"
"Yes," Kurt says, and he stops licking and kissing at Blaine's throat long enough to unzip his pants and pull them off, tossing them over to where he'd thrown his shirt.
"Hey," Blaine half-protests, struggling out of his own shirt and letting it fall to the floor. "I wanted to do that." He can't really complain, though, because Kurt is wearing nothing but a pair of black briefs and he looks incredible, long and lean and pale. He looks vulnerable and strong at the same time, and the effect is so flat-out sexy that Blaine's cock jerks in his pants like it's trying to get closer to Kurt.
"Sorry," Kurt says, letting out a breathless laugh. He bites his lip and meets Blaine's eyes. "I'll let you take off the rest."
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