Nearing Normal Part III
Nearing Normal Part 3
Author: Kneady RN
Rating: NC-17
The next few moments were a literal blur. They hurried to Kurt's small car and in a matter of seconds, they were pealing
out of the parking lot. It was all he could do to concentrate on the road when Blaine’s hand was on his thigh, dangerously close to his hardening cock.
In a few minutes, that seemed like hours to both men, they squealed to a stop at Kurt’s house.
“For a starving writer, you don’t seem to be doing too bad.” Blaine commented as he looked at the large well appointed house in front of him. Kurt chuckled softly, as he took Blaine’s hand and led him up the driveway.
“Don’t get too excited, but I don’t live here, well not exactly. I rent the guest house in the back.”
“Ahh, I see” said Blaine as he followed Kurt through the gate into the softly lit backyard. In the early evening, the moon sparkled on the pool. Kurt smiled as they both looked around the yard, it was a truly glorious evening. Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt’s waist, pulling him close. “This is what I’ve always dreamed of us having one day” he murmured as he looked around the beautiful space.
“I don‘t need this, never needed this, only you.” Kurt whispered into Blaine’s ear before nuzzling it. “And I need you desperately right now.” Blaine looked into Kurt’s lust filled eyes and nodded. Kurt fumbled with his keys as he attempted to open the door to the small building. He was lucky he could function at all, what with Blaine and his erection pressing up against his backside. In a few moments they were inside, Kurt pushing Blaine towards his bed, their lips never loosing contact. Fingers began loosening buttons and zippers and within seconds they were both nearly nude. Kurt ran his hand through the thatch of hair that covered Blaine’s firm pectorals. He hadn’t had this much hair all those years ago, and by god, it was incredibly sexy.
Blaine sighed as Kurt’s hands ran over his body, allowing him to reacquaint himself to a body that used to be as familiar as his own.
“You’re as beautiful as I remembered.” Kurt sighed as he lowered his mouth onto a small pert nipple.
Blaine moaned in delight as teeth scraped against the sensitive bud.
“And you’re even more sexy than I remember.” Blaine admitted as he ran a hand down Kurt’s hairless torso. And it was true, in the past few years, Kurt had filled out more and developed a leaner, toned body.
They spend several minutes just touching and feeling each other, discovering what they had missed after all the wasted years.
Kurt paused when a sudden realization hit him. “Are we rushing things? I mean we just met up again, shouldn’t we slow down, get caught up with each other?”
“Do you still like this?” Blaine asked as he nuzzled the spot behind Kurt’s ear. “And this” as his hand tweaked a taunt pink nipple. Kurt moaned and nodded. “Is Phantom still your favorite musical?” Kurt answered in a guttural noise. “Color me Barbra still your favorite Streisand album? What else do I need to know?”
“You’re right, totally right. What was I thinking?” Kurt finally responded as he felt his underwear sliding down his thighs. “I bet you still totally enjoy this” he whispered as his mouth found the spot under Blaine’s chin. Blaine could only nod, he couldn’t remember ever being as turned on as he was right at this moment. He felt Kurt’s cool fingers ease his boxers down his legs. “So beautiful,” Kurt murmured as he moved his hands up and down Blaine’s thighs before settling on his engorged penis. He knelt in front of Blaine, his gorgeous cock only millimeters from his mouth. Blaine shuttered as he felt the warm breath on his dick.
“Please Kurt, please.” Blaine moaned as Kurt moved his mouth closer.
“Impatient aren’t we?” Kurt teased as he ran a tongue down the length of Blaine’s throbbing shaft. Blaine snorted.
“Well it’s only been nine years, so yeah I guess you could say that.” He ran his hands through Kurt’s silky hair. Kurt gazed up at him adoringly. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of this, of you.”
“Oh I think I do,” Kurt murmured as he ran his hands up and down Blaine’s firm thighs. “Probably as long as I have.” And with that, Kurt took Blaine into his mouth. Blaine let out a small gasp as Kurt began moving his lips up and down, over and around, Blaine’s cock. Kurt had always been exceptionally good at giving head, but he had improved dramatically in the passing years.
Blaine didn’t want to close his eyes in case this was all a dream so he stared down at Kurt, who was going at his cock with a gusto he had never seen before. Kurt would glance up from time to time and the look in his eyes, very nearly caused Blaine’s knees to buckle.
“Kurt, sweetie,” Blaine cooed as he gently extracted Kurt from his cock. “I won’t be able to last much longer if you keep that up. And I so need to make love to you.” Kurt’s mouth made a popping sound as he lessened his suction. “But I reserve the right to continue this part at a later date.” Kurt smiled but said nothing as he got up off his knees and planted his mouth on Blaine’s.
“Please fuck me.” Kurt pleaded as he pulled Blaine towards the bed. “I need to feel you inside of me.” Blaine watched as Kurt lay on the bed in front of him. He didn’t remember when he had last been this turned on. Like a panther, he moved on top of Kurt before again finding his mouth.
“When did you become such a bossy bottom?” Blaine teased as he ran a trail of kisses up Kurt’s neck.
“I think, if I recall clearly, about ten years ago, sometime during the first time we had sex.” They both laughed.
“That sounds about right.” Blaine whispered. “Do you have . . .” His voice trailed off. Kurt merely nodded and opened the drawer next to the bed. He tore off a condom and toyed with it in his hands. Blaine gave a smirk. “So, you gonna put it on me or what?” Blaine watched in rapt attention as Kurt removed the condom from the wrapper and placed it in between his lips. Blaine gulped hard as he watched Kurt move towards him and very nearly fainted on the spot as Kurt maneuvered the condom up his cock, all without using his hands.
“Fuck,” Blaine whispered. He didn’t think it would be possible for things to get any hotter. Kurt just looked up at him, the smile evident in his eyes. “I’m not even going to ask where you learned how to do that.”
“So?” Kurt eyed him up and down. “Will you fuck me now?”
“I dunno.” Blaine replied coyly. “Maybe I need a bit more wooing?” Both of Kurt’s eyebrows shot up.
“Oh really?” He cooed as he wrapped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders. “Dr. Blaine Anderson, please, please, pretty please, fuck me” He pursed his lips and gave Blaine his biggest puppy dog eyes. Blaine smiled and rolled his eyes.
“Who am I to deny you?” He murmured as he settled on top of Kurt. He brushed the hair back from Kurt’s face, gazing into his cool blue eyes. “My God, have I missed you.” And with that he lowered his mouth onto Kurt’s in a crushing kiss.
The next hour was filled with the most passionate, most exhilarating sex either man had ever experienced. When Kurt finally reached his orgasm, tears began streaming down his face. He had long given up on ever feeling this way again with another human being, with anyone other than Blaine.
“Hey, hey.” Blaine cooed as he wiped the tears off of Kurt’s cheeks. “What’s wrong, did I hurt you?”
“No, no, nothing like that. It’s just that I’m so, so happy.” He smiled weakly at Blaine. “I didn’t think I would ever get the chance to feel this way again.” He kissed Blaine quickly. They lay shoulder to shoulder, basking in the afterglow. Their legs and fingers intertwined.
“I think I understand why people smoke after sex.” Blaine said quietly. “And I have never wanted to smoke but right now, I probably could.” He chuckled softly.
“Well, it’s probably a good thing that neither one of us has a pack.” Kurt replied as he stroked Blaine’s hand with his thumb. “You know, this used to my favorite time with you, after we had sex, just lying together.”
“Used to be huh?” Blaine questioned as he turned to face Kurt. “Not anymore?” He waggled his eyebrows at Kurt.
“Forgive me, still is.” He turned on his side and stared into Blaine’s beautiful hazel eyes. “You still take my breath away.” He said as he ran a hand down Blaine’s cheek.
“Come with me” Blaine blurted out quickly.
“What?” Kurt wasn’t quite sure what he was asking.
“Come with me to San Francisco. I have room.” He starred pleadingly at Kurt.
“I, um, I don’t know.” Kurt replied his voice shaky. “I mean, wouldn’t that be rushing things a bit?” Blaine gave him an exasperated look.
“Kurt, honestly. It’s what we planned once. Our plan just got a little sidetracked. My feelings for you haven’t changed, and I’m pretty sure that you feel the same.” Kurt nodded. “We’ve wasted so much time already, do you really want to waste more?”
“But my life here . . “
“Weren’t you just telling me a few hours ago how things weren’t working out here for you?” He sat up in bed and looked down at Kurt. “What’s holding you here? You can write from San Francisco, commute here if things change. We can do this.” He ran a hand down Kurt’s torso and hip, easing the sheet down as he did so. He looked lasciviously at Kurt, like a hungry man staring at cake. “I’ll make it worth your while” he whispered as his mouth followed the path of his hand.
Kurt laid there, his mind going a mile a minute. Blaine was right, he had been complaining about LA, it wasn’t working for him here. He had contacts in San Fran, he wasn’t without options. What was holding him back? He couldn’t think of one thing.
“Ok.” Kurt said quietly, “Let’s do it.” His whole body and face relaxed as he made the decision. Blaine’s face lit up.
“You’re serious? You mean it?” Blaine asked, afraid that he had misheard. Kurt began nodding furiously.
“Never been more serious. And I mean it with all my heart.” Kurt said as he sat up and straddled Blaine.
“I love you Blaine Anderson and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you.” He peppered Blaine’s face with kisses.
“Why Mr. Hummel, if I didn’t know better, that almost sounded like a proposal” he teased. Kurt turned a bright crimson. And truth be told, neither one of them were bothered by that notion. It was an idea that both of them had held for so long, it would just seem like the final mile on their epic journey.
“If it were, and I’m just saying, but if it were, would you?” He looked earnestly at Blaine.
“Yes.” Blaine said softly. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, doing all those things we talked about doing in high school. I want a life with you Kurt.” He pulled Kurt against him, hugging him tightly.
“I want a house, kids, the picket fence.”
“Then let’s do it.”
“Do what exactly?” Blaine asked lasciviously.
“Go to San Francisco, get married. Anything, everything.” Kurt exclaimed. Blaine beamed as he held Kurt, ten years later, and life was finally going his way.
“Wow, I can’t believe this,” Blaine exclaimed as Kurt sucked and nipped at his neck. “And to think, my horoscope today said that I shouldn’t leave the house.” Kurt looked at him quizzically before bursting into a fit of laughter.
“When did you start believing your horoscope?” Kurt asked as he pushed Blaine against the bed and straddled him, their cocks pressed against each other, twitches of life coming back into them both.
“After we broke up, I was reading the paper a few days later, and I somehow saw this. It said something to the effect that even though things looks bad right now, to have faith and to persevere and eventually it would all work out. Pretty accurate huh?” He sighed heavily as Kurt mouth peppered his body with kisses. “So everyday I check, hoping that it would be the day. And then today . . .” He couldn’t speak anymore, Kurt was back doing amazing things to his cock. His ability to formulate sentences was now lost.
Several minutes later, Blaine flopped back onto the bed, totally and utterly spent. Kurt looked at him, like the proverbial cat eying the canary. Blaine laughed as he watched him. “You are incorrigible, truly incorrigible.” Kurt just chuckled as he snuggled into Blaine’s side.
They lay quietly for a long time, just holding hands and touching one another. Eventually sleep overtook them both, and they slept the sleep of the dead, spooned tight into one another.
Author: Kneady RN
Rating: NC-17
The next few moments were a literal blur. They hurried to Kurt's small car and in a matter of seconds, they were pealing
out of the parking lot. It was all he could do to concentrate on the road when Blaine’s hand was on his thigh, dangerously close to his hardening cock.
In a few minutes, that seemed like hours to both men, they squealed to a stop at Kurt’s house.
“For a starving writer, you don’t seem to be doing too bad.” Blaine commented as he looked at the large well appointed house in front of him. Kurt chuckled softly, as he took Blaine’s hand and led him up the driveway.
“Don’t get too excited, but I don’t live here, well not exactly. I rent the guest house in the back.”
“Ahh, I see” said Blaine as he followed Kurt through the gate into the softly lit backyard. In the early evening, the moon sparkled on the pool. Kurt smiled as they both looked around the yard, it was a truly glorious evening. Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt’s waist, pulling him close. “This is what I’ve always dreamed of us having one day” he murmured as he looked around the beautiful space.
“I don‘t need this, never needed this, only you.” Kurt whispered into Blaine’s ear before nuzzling it. “And I need you desperately right now.” Blaine looked into Kurt’s lust filled eyes and nodded. Kurt fumbled with his keys as he attempted to open the door to the small building. He was lucky he could function at all, what with Blaine and his erection pressing up against his backside. In a few moments they were inside, Kurt pushing Blaine towards his bed, their lips never loosing contact. Fingers began loosening buttons and zippers and within seconds they were both nearly nude. Kurt ran his hand through the thatch of hair that covered Blaine’s firm pectorals. He hadn’t had this much hair all those years ago, and by god, it was incredibly sexy.
Blaine sighed as Kurt’s hands ran over his body, allowing him to reacquaint himself to a body that used to be as familiar as his own.
“You’re as beautiful as I remembered.” Kurt sighed as he lowered his mouth onto a small pert nipple.
Blaine moaned in delight as teeth scraped against the sensitive bud.
“And you’re even more sexy than I remember.” Blaine admitted as he ran a hand down Kurt’s hairless torso. And it was true, in the past few years, Kurt had filled out more and developed a leaner, toned body.
They spend several minutes just touching and feeling each other, discovering what they had missed after all the wasted years.
Kurt paused when a sudden realization hit him. “Are we rushing things? I mean we just met up again, shouldn’t we slow down, get caught up with each other?”
“Do you still like this?” Blaine asked as he nuzzled the spot behind Kurt’s ear. “And this” as his hand tweaked a taunt pink nipple. Kurt moaned and nodded. “Is Phantom still your favorite musical?” Kurt answered in a guttural noise. “Color me Barbra still your favorite Streisand album? What else do I need to know?”
“You’re right, totally right. What was I thinking?” Kurt finally responded as he felt his underwear sliding down his thighs. “I bet you still totally enjoy this” he whispered as his mouth found the spot under Blaine’s chin. Blaine could only nod, he couldn’t remember ever being as turned on as he was right at this moment. He felt Kurt’s cool fingers ease his boxers down his legs. “So beautiful,” Kurt murmured as he moved his hands up and down Blaine’s thighs before settling on his engorged penis. He knelt in front of Blaine, his gorgeous cock only millimeters from his mouth. Blaine shuttered as he felt the warm breath on his dick.
“Please Kurt, please.” Blaine moaned as Kurt moved his mouth closer.
“Impatient aren’t we?” Kurt teased as he ran a tongue down the length of Blaine’s throbbing shaft. Blaine snorted.
“Well it’s only been nine years, so yeah I guess you could say that.” He ran his hands through Kurt’s silky hair. Kurt gazed up at him adoringly. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of this, of you.”
“Oh I think I do,” Kurt murmured as he ran his hands up and down Blaine’s firm thighs. “Probably as long as I have.” And with that, Kurt took Blaine into his mouth. Blaine let out a small gasp as Kurt began moving his lips up and down, over and around, Blaine’s cock. Kurt had always been exceptionally good at giving head, but he had improved dramatically in the passing years.
Blaine didn’t want to close his eyes in case this was all a dream so he stared down at Kurt, who was going at his cock with a gusto he had never seen before. Kurt would glance up from time to time and the look in his eyes, very nearly caused Blaine’s knees to buckle.
“Kurt, sweetie,” Blaine cooed as he gently extracted Kurt from his cock. “I won’t be able to last much longer if you keep that up. And I so need to make love to you.” Kurt’s mouth made a popping sound as he lessened his suction. “But I reserve the right to continue this part at a later date.” Kurt smiled but said nothing as he got up off his knees and planted his mouth on Blaine’s.
“Please fuck me.” Kurt pleaded as he pulled Blaine towards the bed. “I need to feel you inside of me.” Blaine watched as Kurt lay on the bed in front of him. He didn’t remember when he had last been this turned on. Like a panther, he moved on top of Kurt before again finding his mouth.
“When did you become such a bossy bottom?” Blaine teased as he ran a trail of kisses up Kurt’s neck.
“I think, if I recall clearly, about ten years ago, sometime during the first time we had sex.” They both laughed.
“That sounds about right.” Blaine whispered. “Do you have . . .” His voice trailed off. Kurt merely nodded and opened the drawer next to the bed. He tore off a condom and toyed with it in his hands. Blaine gave a smirk. “So, you gonna put it on me or what?” Blaine watched in rapt attention as Kurt removed the condom from the wrapper and placed it in between his lips. Blaine gulped hard as he watched Kurt move towards him and very nearly fainted on the spot as Kurt maneuvered the condom up his cock, all without using his hands.
“Fuck,” Blaine whispered. He didn’t think it would be possible for things to get any hotter. Kurt just looked up at him, the smile evident in his eyes. “I’m not even going to ask where you learned how to do that.”
“So?” Kurt eyed him up and down. “Will you fuck me now?”
“I dunno.” Blaine replied coyly. “Maybe I need a bit more wooing?” Both of Kurt’s eyebrows shot up.
“Oh really?” He cooed as he wrapped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders. “Dr. Blaine Anderson, please, please, pretty please, fuck me” He pursed his lips and gave Blaine his biggest puppy dog eyes. Blaine smiled and rolled his eyes.
“Who am I to deny you?” He murmured as he settled on top of Kurt. He brushed the hair back from Kurt’s face, gazing into his cool blue eyes. “My God, have I missed you.” And with that he lowered his mouth onto Kurt’s in a crushing kiss.
The next hour was filled with the most passionate, most exhilarating sex either man had ever experienced. When Kurt finally reached his orgasm, tears began streaming down his face. He had long given up on ever feeling this way again with another human being, with anyone other than Blaine.
“Hey, hey.” Blaine cooed as he wiped the tears off of Kurt’s cheeks. “What’s wrong, did I hurt you?”
“No, no, nothing like that. It’s just that I’m so, so happy.” He smiled weakly at Blaine. “I didn’t think I would ever get the chance to feel this way again.” He kissed Blaine quickly. They lay shoulder to shoulder, basking in the afterglow. Their legs and fingers intertwined.
“I think I understand why people smoke after sex.” Blaine said quietly. “And I have never wanted to smoke but right now, I probably could.” He chuckled softly.
“Well, it’s probably a good thing that neither one of us has a pack.” Kurt replied as he stroked Blaine’s hand with his thumb. “You know, this used to my favorite time with you, after we had sex, just lying together.”
“Used to be huh?” Blaine questioned as he turned to face Kurt. “Not anymore?” He waggled his eyebrows at Kurt.
“Forgive me, still is.” He turned on his side and stared into Blaine’s beautiful hazel eyes. “You still take my breath away.” He said as he ran a hand down Blaine’s cheek.
“Come with me” Blaine blurted out quickly.
“What?” Kurt wasn’t quite sure what he was asking.
“Come with me to San Francisco. I have room.” He starred pleadingly at Kurt.
“I, um, I don’t know.” Kurt replied his voice shaky. “I mean, wouldn’t that be rushing things a bit?” Blaine gave him an exasperated look.
“Kurt, honestly. It’s what we planned once. Our plan just got a little sidetracked. My feelings for you haven’t changed, and I’m pretty sure that you feel the same.” Kurt nodded. “We’ve wasted so much time already, do you really want to waste more?”
“But my life here . . “
“Weren’t you just telling me a few hours ago how things weren’t working out here for you?” He sat up in bed and looked down at Kurt. “What’s holding you here? You can write from San Francisco, commute here if things change. We can do this.” He ran a hand down Kurt’s torso and hip, easing the sheet down as he did so. He looked lasciviously at Kurt, like a hungry man staring at cake. “I’ll make it worth your while” he whispered as his mouth followed the path of his hand.
Kurt laid there, his mind going a mile a minute. Blaine was right, he had been complaining about LA, it wasn’t working for him here. He had contacts in San Fran, he wasn’t without options. What was holding him back? He couldn’t think of one thing.
“Ok.” Kurt said quietly, “Let’s do it.” His whole body and face relaxed as he made the decision. Blaine’s face lit up.
“You’re serious? You mean it?” Blaine asked, afraid that he had misheard. Kurt began nodding furiously.
“Never been more serious. And I mean it with all my heart.” Kurt said as he sat up and straddled Blaine.
“I love you Blaine Anderson and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you.” He peppered Blaine’s face with kisses.
“Why Mr. Hummel, if I didn’t know better, that almost sounded like a proposal” he teased. Kurt turned a bright crimson. And truth be told, neither one of them were bothered by that notion. It was an idea that both of them had held for so long, it would just seem like the final mile on their epic journey.
“If it were, and I’m just saying, but if it were, would you?” He looked earnestly at Blaine.
“Yes.” Blaine said softly. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, doing all those things we talked about doing in high school. I want a life with you Kurt.” He pulled Kurt against him, hugging him tightly.
“I want a house, kids, the picket fence.”
“Then let’s do it.”
“Do what exactly?” Blaine asked lasciviously.
“Go to San Francisco, get married. Anything, everything.” Kurt exclaimed. Blaine beamed as he held Kurt, ten years later, and life was finally going his way.
“Wow, I can’t believe this,” Blaine exclaimed as Kurt sucked and nipped at his neck. “And to think, my horoscope today said that I shouldn’t leave the house.” Kurt looked at him quizzically before bursting into a fit of laughter.
“When did you start believing your horoscope?” Kurt asked as he pushed Blaine against the bed and straddled him, their cocks pressed against each other, twitches of life coming back into them both.
“After we broke up, I was reading the paper a few days later, and I somehow saw this. It said something to the effect that even though things looks bad right now, to have faith and to persevere and eventually it would all work out. Pretty accurate huh?” He sighed heavily as Kurt mouth peppered his body with kisses. “So everyday I check, hoping that it would be the day. And then today . . .” He couldn’t speak anymore, Kurt was back doing amazing things to his cock. His ability to formulate sentences was now lost.
Several minutes later, Blaine flopped back onto the bed, totally and utterly spent. Kurt looked at him, like the proverbial cat eying the canary. Blaine laughed as he watched him. “You are incorrigible, truly incorrigible.” Kurt just chuckled as he snuggled into Blaine’s side.
They lay quietly for a long time, just holding hands and touching one another. Eventually sleep overtook them both, and they slept the sleep of the dead, spooned tight into one another.