Fic: Your Body Is A Wonderland

[doona_rose]

Title: Your Body is a Wonderland
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The progression of Kurt and Blaine's relationship from making out to quite a bit more. It starts with Blaine losing control in the auditorium (Feeling Good). Then them both losing a lot more control in the car (Paradise by the Dashboard Light) . And now Blaine's promise of a whole day in his bedroom. Final installment of this series. You probably don’t have to have read the first two to enjoy this one though, obviously, I’d recommend it.
Spoilers: Future spoilers for the next episode, nothing major really.
Characters: Kurt/Blaine
Words: 10800…no, that’s not a typo, yes it's all one afternoon at Blaine's house.

A/N: Epic A/N to accompany epic smut behind the cut...

So some of you requested a sequel and my beta, Tessa kind of threw two paragraphs of Blaine and Kurt being amazing together and said ‘write it’ and then was good enough to spend the last 36 hours prodding and poking it into shape. And it’s epic, it’s 10000 words plus a bit and I was tempted to split it into two chapters because I am exhausted from writing it and desperate to hear what the rest of the world thinks and I’m not sure anyone will be bothered reading all the way through. But if you do, I am shamelessly begging, leave me a review because I love them and it makes it all worthwhile.

And, really, I could have been a terrible person and strung this out into four or five chapters. But I didn’t.

Immense thanks to Tessa for the continuous editing. She’s read it several times and fixed all my wonky English and typos and come up with several of the best lines. And she was the one with the initial idea and the one that came up with the song (and oh what a fitting song) and I would never have even attempted something this epic without her request for it. I’m also going to say she co-wrote the little epilogue that you’ll fall in love with at the end because at least half of the stuff there is hers.

Anyway, epic, epic, romantic, smutty fic follows. Enjoy it.

Blaine opens the front door to his house mere moments after Kurt knocks making the younger boy suspect he’d been waiting there. Kurt is late-by about ten minutes-but still, he’s never been late for anything with Blaine before and there’s a glimmer of worry in Blaine’s eyes that dissolves when Kurt smiles shyly and walks past him into the entrance hall of Blaine’s parents’ expensive house. Kurt has been here before, but never for this.

* * *

Four days ago, on the side of the road after school, they’d clambered into the back seat of Blaine’s BMW and in a rush of pent-up sexual frustration had gotten off together before either one of them really had time to think about it. It was so fast and so hot and so unexpected and then Kurt had spent the rest of the day in a haze of sated happiness and had said some things to Blaine, had sent him some text messages and then a cheeky email.

And then his dad had gotten home from the shop and cornered him and expressed concern. Apparently an over-zealous geography teacher had called and complained, something about Kurt failing a test spectacularly and was Burt going to deal with it? Burt had never had to deal with Kurt’s academic performance failing before and had no idea where to even begin but Kurt had just colored and apologized and told him it was a one-off thing

It was a confrontation he hadn’t been ready for and he was mortified to think of what his dad would say if he pinpointed the real reason he’d failed and attempted to broach the subject.

Thus, the following day, cheeky provocation aside, when Blaine had tried to get Kurt to skip school as discussed with a waggle of his eyebrows, Kurt had stiffened and refused. Initial hurt had dissolved once Kurt explained about the geography test and Blaine half-laughed at Kurt’s determination to rectify the situation. He’d murmured something about Kurt having to make it up to him and had then jogged back towards his car where he’d left his things in the honest expectation that Kurt would be going home with him before first period.

Kurt had avoided Blaine the rest of the day though he couldn’t pinpoint why. He regretted letting his grades slip, he regretted drawing spiral patterns over a geography test he could have aced, but he did not regret what had happened in Blaine’s car. Not even a little-and that kind of surprised him.

Perhaps he’d regretted the boldness that had crept into his tone and words following and how he’d said he wanted to be naked with Blaine and wanted to blow him and had said it all like it was for real. Though it should have been for real, shouldn’t it? He’d had Blaine straddled over his thighs and his cock out and agonizingly close to Blaine’s and hands had been everywhere and he’d come. So natural progression dictated that they do it again and more because it had felt so utterly fantastic and this was his stunning boyfriend who was perfect in all the ways that mattered so why not?

Which was why when Blaine had lined up his house, guaranteed to be empty for the entire afternoon, and a ‘study date’ for Saturday, Kurt couldn’t come up with a good reason to say no. Thus he’d found himself sitting in his car, in park but still running, behind Blaine’s BMW and he’d just gripped the steering wheel and willed himself to get on with it.

Ten minutes in his car, willing himself out of it because he was being silly and he wanted this and wanted to get that desperate hot feeling back in the pit of his stomach and wanted to make Blaine say his name all breathless and needy again. And to do that, he had to go inside.

So he got out of the car and went to the door and knocked.

* * *

And now here was Blaine and he’s following Kurt inside, down the hall. They haven’t spoken and that’s weird and Kurt is tense and gripping the strap of his messenger bag tighter than he needs to and can feel Blaine’s gaze against his back.

He’s heading straight to his boyfriend’s bedroom and is willing himself forward. He wants this and refuses to admit what’s making panic rise sharply in his throat. Gets to the door of Blaine’s room and inside it looks just like it’s looked every other time he’s visited. Big bed with dark sheets, perfectly made. A desk piled high with books and a bookshelf beside it, similarly stocked. Guitars in the corner, a stack of sheet music, the stereo, the door to Blaine’s bathroom. It’s a bright room, cream colored walls and mahogany furniture, the drapes pulled back to afford a view of the immaculately green garden.

He stalls in the doorway and as excited as Blaine is to be doing this he is not a moron, has noticed the sharpness to Kurt’s body, and suspects. “Kurt,” he murmurs behind him in something half-plea, half-reassurance.

Kurt turns with an all-too-dazzling smile, “Yep?”

Blaine smiles and takes the messenger bag, depositing it near the bookshelf and then stands in front of Kurt, his knuckles caressing over a cheek and drawing him in for a sweet kiss. It’s soft and reassuring and just a gentle movement that draws itself out as Kurt relaxes and lets his hands come up to rest on Blaine’s elbows and both Blaine’s hands are against his cheeks touching.

Blaine kisses him breathless, makes him forget, makes the tension seep away until Kurt is leaning into the kiss, opening his mouth and letting his tongue trace lips, trying to deepen the contact. Eventually Blaine gives in, mouth opening enough to let their tongues meet and press and taste. Keeping the caress of his hands on Kurt’s skin constant, he lets his hands move from cheeks to jaw, down his neck and then up into his hair.

When he pulls back they’re both smiling and Kurt is breathing properly for the first time since he drove up to the house. “Hey,” Blaine says, wanting to be comforting, one hand that’s smoothing a loose strand of Kurt’s hair back from his forehead. “Are you okay?”

Kurt smiles that same bright, fake smile and is about to say ‘yes’ when he notices how worried Blaine looks, how uncertainty and discomfort are creeping in at the edge of his expression and he knows it’s because he’s acting weird and his voice cracks before he can fake it.

“Kurt?” and now Blaine is definitely worried and leads him to the bed and sits him down there, taking his place beside him and carefully leaving him space to breathe. “You gotta talk to me here because I don’t know what’s going on.”

Kurt huffs out a breath and gives another shaky smile. “I’m just nervous, I guess.” He is underplaying it but at least it’s something honest. Blaine nods in understanding and Kurt continues, “The other day was-“

Blaine looks utterly devastated at this point, anticipating words he doesn’t want to hear and Kurt hurries to make amends. “It was amazing. It was and…just…wow.” Blaine’s smile returns, uncontainable and broad. “But I just-“ he shakes his head, unable to find the right words. “Today’s something else and I’ve been terrified since you suggested it and I just don’t want anything to go wrong.”

Blaine’s brow creases at that because he’s worked hard to plan this and make it perfect and actually Kurt suggested it. “This was your idea initially and no one is going to come and interrupt us here. We have as long as we want and we can do what we like. I’ve got movies and lunch organized. There’s nothing that can go wrong.”

Kurt’s face scrunches and he looks stricken but only mumbles “Yeah,” in a half-hearted kind of way.

“Look, I’m not going to hold you to what you said you wanted to do. I’m fine with whatever you want. Anything,” Blaine tries again.

Kurt leans back, away from Blaine and kicks his shoes off so he can pull his knees up and sit at the end of the bed. “No,” more hesitance in Kurt’s tone and Blaine is starting to feel really bad about something, “I want to do all that with you. I want to do everything with you. I’m just nervous.”

Kurt is trying to brush it off and it’s just making the panic tighten in him, pushing out any pleasure from the kiss when they’d walked in that had remained.

Blaine just stares at him, blatantly considering, evaluating. He hadn’t expected such strong opposition but he shouldn’t be surprised. It had taken him a while to work out that the whole ‘sexy’ debacle was an artifact of Kurt never having thought of himself as capable of being in a relationship but they were past that. So what was this?

“We can stop whenever you want,” Blaine reassures but Kurt is still nodding like he wants this and his eyes are on Blaine’s mouth. “And what I really, really want to do is just explore.” Kurt looks momentarily thrown as though it’s such a strange thing to request and Blaine chooses to clarify. “I just want to practice.”

And it’s become a running joke between them, something they giggle at whenever anyone uses the word around them and now Kurt barks a laugh and relaxes just slightly and Blaine takes the chance to lean in, his thumb at Kurt’s chin, and draws him in for another kiss.

Kurt gives in. Breathes out through his nose and hums against Blaine’s lips even as he feels Blaine manipulating him. He’s crawling further onto the bed, scooting up on his knees close to Kurt, but not close enough to press. Keeps kissing him and somewhere in Kurt’s mind he knows that’s the trick, knows that with Blaine’s mouth against his he can’t, doesn’t want to fight very much at all.

So when Blaine’s hands, heavy and hot and stroking, move up his denim-covered calves, he doesn’t mind so much. They caress though the material and then meet Kurt’s own hands at his knees, coercing them away and then settling themselves on his knees, resting there long enough for Blaine to swipe his lip across Kurt’s bottom lip and then suck there, eliciting a soft moan.

Gentle pressure on his knees, moving them apart and down until Blaine can move just a little closer, kneeling between Kurt’s legs. His hands move up, considering the heavy knit of the sweater Kurt is wearing, considering how ridiculous a barrier it is and wondering what’s beneath it. They hold close up his sides then fleetingly across his chest, feeling him tense just a little and kisses back harder in response. When Kurt’s hands find the back of Blaine’s neck, fiddling with the curls there, Blaine pulls back just far enough to share a smile.

Muscles relaxed, fingers still curling in his hair, Blaine dares ask, “Can I take this off?” and fingers at the hem of the heavy wool.

Kurt’s eyes flicker-it’s momentary, but Blaine sees it-but he nods resolutely and shifts forward to enable Blaine to pull it off.

He should really hang it up somewhere but Blaine manages to throw it over the back of a chair and that’s good enough. Underneath, Kurt is wearing a long-sleeved, high-collared white shirt that makes Blaine groan and throw him a look, and forgetting he’s meant to be being careful he mutters, “You’re really making me work for this, aren’t you?”

Kurt gives another faint smile and Blaine says, “You said naked?” and he’s only half joking because his fingers are at the hem of the shirt, brushing back and forth just above the waistband of his jeans and he begs with his eyes, “Please?”

Kurt looks nervous again and Blaine chuckles and hopes it sounds self-deprecating because he’d always planned on doing this with Kurt and tit for tat and all that so before Kurt can say no, Blaine finds the hem of his own T-shirt and pulls it over his head.

Kurt is faced with all hard planes and sharp angles-this perfect, masculine boy with lines of muscle definition that Kurt has never allowed in his fantasies and a scattering of hair that he’s only been entertaining as a potential since he’d seen the dense covering of it at the base of Blaine’s cock a few days ago. He’s fucking perfect and it makes Kurt’s breath catch and again he fights back something scary and says ‘Yes,’ because this is what he’d said they’d be doing.

Blaine’s fingers slip under his shirt and over hot skin and Kurt hates that Blaine has never seen him without a shirt before because he can’t live up to Blaine even a little. Nonetheless, he raises his hands above his head and lets Blaine pull off the second layer. It is thrown towards the same chair but misses and ends up in a heap on the floor.

Blaine stares and Kurt blushes and ends up covering himself with both arms and if Blaine hadn’t worked it out before, he has now and he’s making a compassionate sound even as he reaches out and tries to persuade Kurt’s arms away. “Baby, come on,” he pleads and Kurt is sure that’s the first not-funny pet name he’s ever been given. “Just let me try this.”

It all sounds foreboding and Kurt asks, “Try what?” resisting the urge to wrap his arms back around his body and wishing he wasn’t sitting like this because it’s not doing his softer than he’d like stomach any favors.

“I just want to try to make you understand something but I need you to trust me a bit.” Kurt looks undecided so Blaine presses on. “I need you to lose the pants.”

Kurt lets out a bit of a sharp laugh but he slips off the bed and his hands are immediately on the button of his jeans, deft and direct and pushing the tight dark material down his legs before Blaine can even think to tell him to slow down. He steps out of them, kicking them up into his hands and lays them over the chair. He is fiddling and refusing eye contact and the self-consciousness reads easily off him now that he’s standing there in nothing but a pair of tight navy blue designer briefs and ankle socks.

Blaine’s head cocks to the side and it’s a silly thought but he kind of loves Kurt just a little bit more for being like this. It’s endearing in an ‘I’m really not that perfect’ kind of way. He reaches out and pulls him back onto the bed and catches his lips before he falls.

Blaine is careful not to touch him because at some point in the last half hour, today stopped being about having fun with his boyfriend and started being about something else and Blaine needs to be able to think if he wants to achieve it. Rubbing up against his almost naked boyfriend will make thinking, among other things, hard. Just looking at him is making thinking hard and he wishes he could convey that simply.

He kneels at the edge of the double bed and tells Kurt to stretch out. The younger boy complies, blushing and smiling faintly and trying not to blink too fast. Blaine then tells him to roll over and works to make his voice as calm and collected as he can. When Kurt looks startled by the request, Blaine just repeats, “Trust me.”

Kurt rolls onto his stomach and he’d be pleased to be hiding in the comfort of the pillows and mattress except he has no idea what Blaine is doing and wonders if Blaine didn’t request it so he didn’t have to look at him.

A hand lands in the centre of his back, fingers splayed between shoulder blades, just lying there, heavy and hot, skin to skin. Blaine moves to kneel to one side of Kurt’s hips, just a hint of denim brushing him there. Kurt feels his breath even out at the soothing touch of the hand against his back, his eyes closing in response as he turns his head against the pillow.

Blaine just can’t believe the dimensions of this boy-the ones he’s never really taken the time to consider properly because the various colors and fabrics overlying them had never afforded a particularly good preview. Kurt’s shoulders are broad and his neck is strong and long. His skin is pale all over and there’s barely a hint of tan line anywhere. From shoulders to the small of his back it’s all just smooth and flawless and Blaine runs his hand down and back up, keeping centered and slow.

Another hand moves up to join his first and he presses into the skin, feeling muscle and bone underneath, feeling everything lean and hinting at strength and he’d never thought of Kurt as tall because he isn’t generally speaking but laid out like this, everything about him is stretched and long. He slips his hands over Kurt’s shoulders and squeezes at the muscles in his neck, finding them tense but kneads some of it away and then skirts his hands around Kurt’s shoulders, finding them round and stronger still than anywhere else he’s been. He wants to wrap his hands around them and dig his nails in but he resists, instead trailing his fingers back down Kurt’s sides, scratching firmly enough not to tickle but not hard enough to mark.

He stills at the waistband of Kurt’s underwear now utterly enamored and doubting his ability to keep his mind on the job at hand. He takes a deep breath and Kurt asks “What?” in a worried voice and Blaine can’t think how to respond. He focuses on the two round dimples punctuating the dip in the small of Kurt’s back, the dip that accentuates the curve of his spine and the even more compelling curve upwards into his ass. Blaine runs a single finger around each, drawing patterns and writing his own name in an unconscious kind of way.

Blaine shifts himself as he sighs heavily again and moves a leg across Kurt’s prone body, not sure where to straddle because anywhere is going to keep skin from his hands and he’s not sure what’s going through Kurt’s head because he’s fallen so silent and he can’t see his face. He settles only a slight bit of his weight at the small of Kurt’s back eventually, kneeling across him and feeling him tense at the contact. Two hands, back up and now it’s turning into a massage and Blaine wishes he could bring himself to care.

Drawing patterns up his back and squeezing at his shoulders he watches, entranced, as a shiver ripples across Kurt. He shouldn’t be sitting like this because he’s growing hard just from looking at Kurt and surely Kurt can feel it but then maybe that’s a good thing. He leans forward and presses his lips down Kurt’s spine, finding each vertebra and kissing as low as he can get before his own spine can’t bend any further and then trails back up, letting his teeth scratch and Kurt moans just a little into the pillow.

“You like that?” Blaine asks against the nape of his neck, nuzzling there. His voice is low and husky and when Blaine lets his mouth wander across the muscle from neck to shoulder, biting just a little and reveling in the incredibly smooth skin under his lips Kurt rocks just a little.

“You’re amazing.” Predictably Kurt tenses when Blaine mutters that against a shoulder. “I’m going to make you believe it.”

Kurt rocks again as Blaine’s mouth skims to the other shoulder and pays it the same attention. “You’re making me so hot,” Kurt groans, again into the pillow but loud enough for Blaine to hear.

It’s strange that Kurt can go from such levels of self-consciousness to being turned on and flaunting it and it catches Blaine off-guard enough that for a second he presses himself down and thinks about falling into him and finding his mouth. But he steadies and chuckles and wonders if Kurt was trying to distract him on purpose. “This isn’t about me wanting to turn you on. I want you to understand how beautiful you are.”

Kurt hates the use of the word and it’s obvious by the way he buries his head in the pillow. What’s more, Blaine can see the blush on his cheeks spreading across his neck and into his hair and across his ears and that’s just too much and he does lean in a bit closer and presses a wet kiss behind Kurt’s right ear, licking a little at skin hotter than usual and liking the moaning response from the boy beneath him.

At that, he rocks back onto his knees and then up onto his feet and stands awkwardly, praying he doesn’t fall because that would be bad and he’s about to tell Kurt to roll over when he changes his mind and steps to the end of the bed, to Kurt’s feet and sinks back down onto his knees. Kurt half turns and throws him a look except it’s the first time they’ve made eye contact since Blaine started and Kurt hadn’t expected to see eyes so dark or cheeks so flushed so the expression on his face kind of disappears and he just asks, “What are you doing?”

“I told you,” Blaine says, trying to sound playful. “I want to explore.” A pause as he tugs a sock off. “And I meant you. That’s what I meant.” Kurt is still staring at him, disbelief among a torrent of emotions in his eyes. “And now I want to concentrate on your legs.”

Kurt has never even thought about his legs. They’re not bad, they’re just there and they’re in better shape than the rest of him by some trick of genetics but still just as pale.

Socks off, Blaine runs an experimental finger across the sole of a foot and is rewarded with a jolt from Kurt. “Ah! I knew you were ticklish!”

Kurt just leans back into the pillow. The backs of Blaine’s nails trace over his calves, feather light, and he feels a little ridiculous, feels an odd spark as they dip behind his knees and then keep going up. Blaine does this again and again and on the fourth trip they stop and Kurt has no idea what’s caught Blaine’s interest on the back of his right calf, why his finger is circling until Blaine mumbles and Kurt can feel his breath on his skin because he’s obviously leaned over, “What’s this?”

“What’s what?” and Kurt’s voice is a bit breathless and he hadn’t expected that.

“This scar?”

Kurt remembers then. “I accidentally put my leg through plate glass when I was six.”

Blaine just makes a noise in his throat and if Kurt was capable of believing it he’d realize that the noise is one of wonder and fascination. Blaine’s hands feel like they almost circle all the way around Kurt’s ankles when he places them there and starts pushing up ever so slowly. He’s still talking, keeping the same tone, almost as if to himself, and there’s not very much for Kurt to say.

“You’ve got big feet,” he stops, changing his mind, “well…long feet. And long legs,” his thumbs press into Kurt’s calves and then caress back and forth, “And this hair is amazing.” Kurt is blushing and only does so harder when he feels Blaine’s lips a few inches beneath his knees pressing chaste kisses and nuzzling. “And you smell fantastic. Your calves smell fantastic, how silly is that?” And no one can mistake Blaine’s self-deprecating chuckle and it makes Kurt want nothing more than to turn and watch him but he can’t.

Lips to the backs of his knees and it’s a hotter kiss, wet, with Blaine’s tongue and then he’s losing a little control and kissing the same kiss in an arc up the back of Kurt’s thigh and Kurt groans in spite of himself. When he gets higher up Kurt’s leg, Blaine has to consider, has to think, but Kurt just groaned so surely he’s winning something here and as he breathes over the skin and tries not to stare at Kurt’s ass - tries so hard - he traces the crease between ass and thigh with his fingers through the cotton but he thinks he might have just fallen in love with that crease and mirrors the trail on the other side. He bites his lip to stop from saying something stupid or making an inappropriate sound because Kurt has gone still and quiet again.

He can’t stop himself from letting his lips trace though, still through cotton and probably luckily because otherwise he’d probably lose it, and as chaste as he can manage, just skimming, nuzzling from one side to the other. But Kurt arches into the bed and Blaine wonders, hopes, that he’s trying to get friction but can’t really be sure. He presses his mouth open and hot to the skin just beneath the line of underwear on the other thigh. Bites just a little and then sucks and he knows Kurt just muffled a moan.

And then Kurt is trying to move and it’s probably to turn over and pull Blaine to him, probably because he’s sick of this game but it’s not part of Blaine’s plan and so the older boy reaches up with both hands and lays them-entirely by necessity, he argues-over Kurt’s ass and pushes him down into the bed, mumbling, “I’m not done yet,” against the back of his leg. Kurt struggles a little and if he wanted Blaine off it would be easy but he doesn’t-not really-so eventually he sinks back into the bed and lets Blaine finish his trail of kisses down his left leg.

When he runs out of legs to consider and by god there’s a lot of long lean leg on this boy, Blaine crawls up the side of the bed on all fours, stopping at Kurt’s shoulders and running a hand soothingly up over his back, up his neck and he still can’t believe how long it is. His hand moves into Kurt’s hair and he can’t help but speak, even though Kurt is still facing the other way and he can’t imagine what he’s thinking. “I fucking love your hair,” As he twists his fingers through it again and again, he leans close to press another kiss to Kurt’s shoulder.

Kurt’s neck twists to face him and his arms prop him up from the bed far enough to capture his boyfriend’s mouth with his. They kiss and it’s long and languid and Blaine is making soft mewling sounds as soon as it begins and Kurt doesn’t understand why.

Blaine pulls back, sitting up on his knees and Kurt falls back to the bed, resisting the urge to stretch. “How come you believed me the other day in the auditorium?”

“Believed you about what?” Kurt asks and his voice is faint and Blaine is relieved to find that he’s not unaffected by it all.

“That I was so utterly turned on by you. You don’t seem to want to believe me now but the other day, in the auditorium and then in the car, you kind of flaunted it.” He’s still caressing at the soft skin of Kurt’s back as he speaks, still trying to soothe as he delves into his boyfriend’s insecurities. “You got sassy with me and you were sexy as hell but now…you gotta tell me.”

Kurt sighs into the pillow. “I’m not in love with that way I look and that’s not uncommon for someone like me-I’m not saying I hate myself. I’m in reasonable shape and I take care of my skin and my hair, as you know. But next to you-and excuse the pun-I kind of pale by comparison. And I know in the heat of the moment I turn you on but that’s not what you’re going for here and it’s all bound to be a disappointment-“

Blaine interrupts him with, “Roll over.”

Another heavy sigh and Kurt kind of wants the bed to swallow him whole as he presses a hand into the mattress and pushes himself onto his back. He’s not embarrassed about being half hard, he’s barely even aware of it now. Instead all he can think about as he looks up is how dark and defined Blaine is compared to him, how much more grown up and masculine and amazing.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about Kurt,” and there’s just enough of an edge of pissiness to Blaine’s voice that Kurt wonders about it as Blaine lets his eyes rake over his body and then shuffles to kneel beside his hips. He bends at the waist and presses a kiss near Kurt’s navel and Blaine can’t believe how hot this boy’s skin is against his mouth. Can’t believe how insanely soft it is and there’s hair there. This thin, light-diffracting hair in a neat, delicious line leading down into Kurt’s briefs and as Blaine’s fingers stroke over it, tracing up and down, Kurt arches into the touch.

Blaine can’t help himself and leans closer and kisses again and again and this is going off-script but quickly his tongue is swiping across the gentle swell of Kurt’s belly, pressing and finding lean hard muscle that flexes beneath the softness and again Blaine finds himself spelling out his name, now with his tongue, then his lips and then he nips near a hipbone and can’t get enough of the taste of the skin beneath him even as he fights to keep his hands still splayed across Kurt’s ribs.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers as he starts kissing higher, into the dip beneath Kurt’s ribs. “Everything’s just pale and soft and,” he pauses but can’t find a better word and he’s breathless, “perfect.”

Kurt sighs but it’s not with pleasure and he props himself up on his elbows to catch Blaine’s gaze and say, logically, pointedly, “I am not perfect. Soft and pale are not what men are supposed to be. You’re perfect. I’m just a bit wrong and you don’t have to pretend. I’m fine really.” And he’s really not but he feels silly and hot and wishes they were in the back seat of a car being frantic and frenetic right about now.

Stopping, Blaine stares again, can’t fathom how he’s not getting through and as the mess of lust and love and god knows what else clears from his mind he pushes away from the bed.

“Thank you,” Kurt says with relief.

Standing there, beside the bed, Blaine’s hands rise to his hips and he tries to calm himself, then decides that’s a dumb idea and says with that self-deprecating chuckle, “I am not perfect.” Kurt looks ready to disagree. “I’m not and anyone who thinks they are probably isn’t a great person to be dating. You don’t think there’s things about my body I hate?”

Dumbfounded, Kurt shakes his head and looks unimpressed because now his boyfriend is being stupid.

“There are so many things but I think the whole point of this….us…is that it doesn’t matter. And I swear to god the other day you knew you were sexy and somehow we’ve lost that over the last few days but we’re going to get it back.”

Defiance looks hot on Blaine but Kurt is too busy disagreeing to notice. “I can be sexy in words and singing and when I’m wearing all my designer clothes but like this I’m just this boyish pale mess and…What are you doing?”

Blaine glances up from where he’s unbuckling his belt, making very quick work of the button and zip and then pushing his pants and underwear down his legs and stepping out of them as he says, “What does it look like?”

And he blushes because he does feel ridiculous standing there naked but Kurt’s eyes are rushing over him and he knows that’s how he looks at Kurt so this is the new plan, as silly as he feels. “And apart from the fact that I am obviously hard for you and perhaps you should think about how I got that way, I want you to explore me,” he says and comes back to the bed.

Fuck he feels ridiculous. Kurt moves out of the way so he can lie on his back and stare at the ceiling. He hadn’t realized he’d feel this stupid and he feels a pang of sympathy for Kurt. Kurt who is just staring at him, looking afraid to touch, looking like he doesn’t know where to touch.

Then Kurt breathes and it’s shaky and there’s a real smile and suddenly feeling stupid doesn’t matter at all. “Remind me why you’re not perfect?”

Blaine groans and doesn’t know why but thinks it has something to do with the way Kurt’s eyes keep coming back to his cock. “Touch me-but not there. I don’t want to get off yet.”

One of Kurt’s hands presses over Blaine’s abdomen, testing the water and something embarrassingly high and keening escapes Blaine’s throat before he can stop it, his hips jerking up and his cock bobbing with the momentum. Kurt giggles and says, “I think other parts of you would beg to differ.”

“Sexy, sassy Kurt returns, hmm?” Blaine just mumbles and tries to push the blush rising up his neck away.

Kurt gives a noncommittal shrug and the hand on Blaine’s stomach is joined by the other so that both are sitting there, covering the expanse easily.

“Talk to me,” Blaine tells him and that’s part of the plan, “I want to hear exactly what you’re thinking. All of it.”

Kurt hums his consideration as he flutters his fingers against Blaine’s skin and then lets the words roll off his tongue because Blaine asked and this is a thousand times more comfortable than being the one under scrutiny. “I really, really like your cock and I know we’ve only…once and it was really fast but it felt perfect in my hand. It felt amazing Blaine.”

Blaine’s eyes have closed because this wasn’t what he wanted but Kurt just actually almost talked dirty to him and he just said ‘cock’ and what was the original point again?

Kurt is still talking. “I think that’s what made me come so hard and I never thought I’d be so obsessed about someone else’s cock-“ and Blaine is sure he emphasized ‘cock’ on purpose and he must have been obvious about liking it “-but I am.” Thankfully, Kurt turns his attention elsewhere and Blaine can relax back into the bed. “And now you’re letting me see you naked and…oh my god Blaine you are so much hotter than I imagined and that’s saying something and I can’t compete and it would be really nice if you just accepted that.”

Blaine groans because he’s swinging between horny and compassionate too quickly and too often. “Hey, just talk about me,” and that sounds arrogant but Kurt chuckles.

Finally his hands move, sweeping up over as much skin as he can touch, finding everything hard and angular and he could count the ribs and probably differentiate the muscles running over Blaine’s abdomen and sides and over his chest and it’s all so blatantly hard. “You kept all this so well hidden under the Dalton blazer, didn’t you? It’s all just compact muscle…” he says, trailing off.

Finally! Blaine immediately responds with, “Yeah, see, I don’t like that.”

“What?” Kurt asks faintly as he lets his nails scratch down Blaine’s arms.

“The compact bit. I’m small. Like, really small. And I have a big head which doesn’t help.”

Kurt laughs, “You do not.”

“I do. I’ve been living with it all my life and I’ve looked and I’m shorter than I’d like to be and then there’s nothing big about me at all.”

Kurt ignores him because he’s talking nonsense and instead runs his hands up to his shoulders and presses there, digging his fingers into the muscles. “Well this is perfect,” he offers.

“Nope,” and Blaine’s voice is almost singsong in his triumph. “Too narrow. Not like you, you have these amazing broad shoulders and I just don’t.”

“You’re being silly.”

“I know but I’m also being honest and I’m not just making it up.”

Kurt huffs and splays his hands over Blaine’s chest, fingers in constant motion as he runs them down again, lets them trace the line along the side of Blaine’s abs where his hip joins his torso because he saw hints of that in the car and if that’s not the most temping track a boy can have, he doesn’t know what it. Blaine shifts and stares at him and kind of shrugs his shoulders. “That’s always been like that,” he explains and no way is he going to try to convince Kurt he doesn’t love that line, too. “It’s weird, right? It shouldn’t be that obvious, it’s not like I’m a buff body-builder. But they’ve always been these straight obnoxious lines.”

Kurt doesn’t even know where to begin with that one and moves his hands back up to consider the scattered dark hair there, the spread of muscle and then runs a thumb over each nipple, then back, then pressing them between forefinger and thumb and pinching ever so lightly. Blaine moans and mumbles something about playing dirty.

“You don’t have anything bad to say about this?” Kurt asks and now he’s completely relaxed into the exercise and is teasing while he touches.

“Actually,” Blaine says, “I’ve never liked the hair there. Well, I don’t like the hair anywhere. I got hairy earlier than the other kids and copped a bit of teasing at school. This,” he points to where Kurt is letting his fingers tug at his chest hair lightly, “is too wiry, it feels terrible to touch.”

Kurt begs to differ. Which he’s slowly beginning to realize is the point.

“The stuff on my stomach is untamable, as you can see. As is my actual head hair, and you know how much effort I put into making it behave for school. And then this,” he points at his crotch and Kurt takes the excuse to stare. “This is just too thick and messy and I trim it, I have to, and I’d probably shave it if I was brave enough and we could talk about my leg hair and arm hair except I’m blushing and it’s beside the point.”

Kurt is grinning like an idiot because Blaine’s babbling is adorable and in his head he’s been following the discussion and disagreeing at every turn. He can see the point Blaine is making here and by god is he making it well.

“You, on the other hand have amazing hair,” and Blaine is careful to hold eye contact, not to spook him. “And you wear it so well. It’s a mess now but it’s so straight and soft and I just love the color of it and how it feels between my fingers. You struggle to run your fingers through my hair because it knots.”

Kurt holds his tongue and doesn’t say that he kind of loves that, kind of loves the curls and the knotting and the excuse to hold there and tug and angle kisses however he likes.

“And this,” Blaine scoots up on the bed and reaches out to touch at Kurt’s chest, “You didn’t let me look before but this is like angel hair, isn’t it? Just like the hair on the back of your calves that I fell in love with. It’s so soft and I’d bet the rest of it is the same and eventually you’ll let me find out.”

“You gotta stop calling me soft, Blaine,” Kurt mumbles and his tone has shifted again.

Blaine’s brow furrows and he scoots up further to sit opposite Kurt on the bed. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want to be soft and pale and all those nicknames about me being like porcelain are meant to be jokes so it doesn’t work for me.”

Blaine is getting frustrated and he’s fighting to keep it contained because he keeps thinking he’s close to a breakthrough but then loses it. “But I love that you’re all soft skin. And you do look exactly like porcelain and next time someone at school calls you that I want you to blush and think of me because it is fucking hot. You know why?”

“Why?” Kurt sounds unimpressed and a little bitter.

“Because everyone assumes you’ll be the girl in this relationship, that you’ll be the soft one, the gentle one, the one that whimpers and begs and it’s a dumb as hell characterization regardless and it’s completely wrong for you. I like all this soft skin because underneath it I can feel everything lean and long and there’s so much strength literally and figuratively and you smell so much like I want you to smell and you taste amazing and you already know you can make me whimper and make my voice crack and you should probably know by now that you own me. So when I call your skin soft or your hair soft or your smile soft it’s only because I can’t believe the juxtaposition you’re presenting to what I know is underneath. And when someone calls you porcelain at school please, please remember that you seem just as adept at shattering me into a million pieces as I could possibly do to you.”

Kurt is left a bit dumbfounded by that speech because no one has ever called him strong or lean or a juxtaposition. He can feel his paradigm shifting and he’s terrified by it and all he can manage to say is “Oh.”

“Do you understand?” Blaine asks and yes, a little of the frustration is coming to the surface.

“I think so,” Kurt tries and leans back into the pillows, holding Blaine’s eyes as he stretches out on his back. Actually stretches out, pointing his toes and rolling his shoulders and he’s still entirely surprised when Blaine’s eyes widen and sweep down him and there’s hunger there. “You like…this?” There’s still disbelief in his tone, but now the kind that is searching for truth.

“I adore this,” and Blaine has to get some contact, some touch and so he straddles Kurt without thinking and only realizes the mistake when they both groan out something long and low at the contact of it all. It’s not perfect, because Blaine’s just a couple of inches too far forward and his cock is pressing into Kurt’s stomach as he leans forward and it looks sinful nestled there between them and Kurt’s is pressed into Blaine’s naked ass, rubbing up against his balls and Blaine rocks back and that is so unfair.

All of a sudden they both remember Kurt’s promise to get naked and lock eyes and laugh a little, the vibration doing remarkable things to Kurt’s stomach and making Blaine growl.

“Sit up a bit,” Kurt says. Blaine raises on his knees and Kurt’s hands move, one down his own body rearranging himself in his underwear and then the other pressed to Blaine’s hip, pressing him back and down a little and then Kurt’s hands race up his back to pull him down flush on top of him and-

And now, now, they are lined up perfectly and the contact is so obvious compared to everything else they’ve ever done. There is so little resistance, so much friction and it feels amazing. Kurt kisses up against Blaine’s mouth and Blaine doesn’t argue or try to keep talking, just kisses him back as he lets Kurt angle his hips and feels his legs caught between Kurt’s and he’s being pulled closer. Blaine’s hands move to rest above Kurt’s shoulders as Kurt’s slip into his hair and he grins to think Blaine doesn’t like his curls but didn’t gel them for today regardless. They kiss and press and make soft sounds as the pressure between them builds until Blaine’s hands move to Kurt’s chest and pushes him down into the mattress.

One last hard kiss, tongues lapping and it’s so wet and so perfect and then Blaine extracts himself with a shaky laugh and rolls to the other side of the bed, kneeling there and waits for Kurt to open his eyes. When he does, his hair falling in front of his gaze, Blaine lets his hands move down his chest and his voice is rough and low when he says, “You have no idea how much I love all of this.”

A smile reaches Kurt’s eyes and his voice has an edge that’s definitely sassy and sexy and teasing. “You’re doing a pretty good job showing me.”

“I am, aren’t I?”

And Kurt thinks he is probably allowed the arrogance in his voice.

Blaine’s hands keep stroking at Kurt’s chest, flicking at his nipples experimentally and loving the way he arches into that particular touch. Tracing across his collarbones he finds them all quiet strength and length like the rest of him. Down and across his stomach, a finger circles his navel before he traces lower and starts to walk his fingers across the top of Kurt’s briefs. Back and forth until Kurt is whining, “Blaine,” and then he lets his fingers slip under and tugs them down. Kurt lifts his hips to help with the progress and Blaine crawls all the way down to his feet to pull them off and drop them over the side of the bed.

And then he stands up on the mattress at the base of the bed, looking a bit silly all naked with his head close to the ceiling and Kurt just looks up at him, mostly amused. “What are you doing?”

“Have we made progress?” Blaine demands and he’s brash and desperate enough at this point to let his hand curl around his cock and start a slow stroke.

Kurt stares at that and forgets to answer for several long moments. “Yeah, we have,” he eventually murmurs, scooting up a little to sit with his back against the pillows and he arches a challenging eyebrow as his own hand finds himself and wraps around, trying to match the tempo set up at the other end of the bed.

“Really?” Blaine asks, though the conversation is almost automatic, his gaze narrowed to Kurt’s hand.

Kurt makes a displeased sound and Blaine doesn’t understand why, isn’t sure how it fits into the conversation and then watches as Kurt unwraps his fingers-such long fingers and why didn’t he make time to consider them-from around his cock and pulls his hand up to his mouth. Kurt laps at his palm twice and watches Blaine through his spread fingers, then flexes them together and slips three into his mouth, wetting them with an obscene amount of noise before a last lap at his palm and then he lets it trail down his chest, feeling silly but watching Blaine undeniably struggle to breathe, and move back around his cock.

He strokes and smiles sweetly and that’s Blaine’s undoing and unbidden, images of Kurt’s mouth replacing Blaine’s hand swim before his eyes. He groans and lets his knees give out as he collapses onto the bed, making the mattress bounce and Kurt giggle.

Crawling across the space between them, Blaine has never looked more desperate and when he reaches Kurt he just leans in and kisses him, settling into a rhythm of press and pull and tongues delving and taste and he’s probably imagining it but he thinks he can taste something new on Kurt’s tongue and that just makes him groan hard against his lips and he wants so badly to touch him so he rocks back on his knees and he places a hand along Kurt’s jawline and Kurt is naked and sprawled and touching himself and Blaine says, “You look stunning.” And this time Kurt believes him.

The hand along Kurt’s jaw rises a little, fingers tapping at his cheek and Blaine wonders if he can ask. But Kurt turns his face and presses his lips to the pads of Blaine’s fingers and another deep noise escapes from the back of Blaine’s throat and Kurt wants. His lips and teeth pull two fingers into his mouth before Blaine has a chance to say anything and he just makes a long drawn-out growl of need and Kurt loves it and sucks hard on those fingers, finding himself wishing they weren’t just Blaine’s fingers and is terrified and amazed by that idea because it’s recurring and become probable.

The hand not stroking himself with long even strokes wraps around Blaine’s wrist and pulls the fingers from his mouth so he can lick at the rest. He nuzzles into the palm before lapping there too and it does sound a little sordid and look shameless but Blaine is staring at him and his jaw is hanging open and he’s breathing hard. He swallows with resolve and mutters, “I suppose I should tell you I love your mouth as well?”

Kurt just chuckles and runs his tongue up the edge of Blaine’s thumb one last time and then lets go of his wrist. Blaine’s hand drops back between them and Kurt just looks at him piercingly, waiting.

Except Blaine has forgotten his own hard-on in a strange kind of way-he still knows it’s there and needs release but Kurt has taken precedence and that’s what matters and so he’s moving closer, kneeling between Kurt’s legs and moving Kurt’s hand away and wrapping his slickened hand around his boyfriend’s cock.

They both groan and their eyes flicker shut for a moment. Then Blaine starts stroking and Kurt arches into him and they both want so desperately to watch that they force their eyes open.

Blaine’s voice is more wrecked than ever when he speaks. “Show me how you like it.”

Kurt’s voice catches at that and he thinks about telling Blaine that maybe he really doesn’t need to show him anything because they’ve been ‘exploring’ for such a long time and he’s been hard for almost as long and he’s never been this comfortable even with himself and now he is with Blaine and what could be better? But his hand moves and there’s so much slickness between his hand and Blaine’s hand and his cock and it makes the friction easy and hot and wet.

He threads his fingers over and between Blaine’s and sets a pace slower than he needs. “Blaine,” he whispers, drawing the boy’s gaze up. “Thank you.” And he blushes.

Blaine just chuckles until his breath catches and leans in for a kiss, quick and sweet because they both want to watch. “Just come for me, okay?”

It is such an easy request to comply with that Kurt’s hand automatically starts to speed up the stroke of Blaine’s and presses his hand around him tighter. “I can do that,” he murmurs and Blaine laughs lightly again before letting his other hand stroke down Kurt’s chest to his thigh where he pushes his legs open further and draws a moan from the younger boy’s lips. He keeps stroking and is a fast learner because before soon Kurt’s hand is just kind of sitting over his, not directing, as Blaine’s grip tightens further, the push and pull of skin over hard flesh beneath his palm intensely hot.

“Come on, Kurt,” he urges, breathless and against his shoulder as he leans in again, searching out another hot kiss before biting at his neck, then a collarbone, making him buck hard and groan.

Kurt searches out Blaine’s eyes as he pulls back and loses himself in the fierceness there. He watches as Blaine concentrates on the stroke, on the twist of his hand just at the head of Kurt’s cock because that makes him whimper in such a magnificent way and suddenly Kurt arches forward further and there’s a high keen in his voice as he says, “Oh fuck, Blaine, there, please, just…oh god, do that again,” and Blaine knows exactly what he means, pressing his thumb to the underside on the upstroke and twisting a little and squeezing at the head. Does it again. Then again. Watches the tension in Kurt’s thighs and his ass and Blaine manages to hold him there as something trembles through the muscle and soft skin of his belly, his chest and then he bucks hard and Blaine keeps stroking, watching, enamored with the whole event, with every inch of this boy, as Kurt comes hard and in a half dozen thrusts and all over the sheets and Blaine’s hand and the noise he makes. Fuck, he was holding back in the car because here, just for Blaine, he is loud and keening in that high fucking note that always makes Blaine come undone and then Kurt is saying his name over and over and collapsing back into the pillows with closed eyes and a grin.

Blaine leans forward, over him, kisses him and hums when he is kissed back. But Kurt backs away and is still smiling and says, “Give me a minute to just…” trails off. “Let me bask in it for a sec.”

Blaine laughs at that and feels amazing and is perfectly content to just move back to the other end of the bed, leaning against the wood footboard and watch Kurt coming down. Except now he’s achingly hard and has been for a long time and next time he won’t be waiting so long. Next time, he and Kurt are going to do immediate satisfaction. But now he sees that Kurt’s eyes have closed and he’s started humming a song and he sees that his own hand is still wet with Kurt’s saliva and come and that’s just way too tempting.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he wraps his fingers around his cock, squeezes and he thought he’d be able to deal with the idea of Kurt’s very essence being on him but he isn’t because he groans and Kurt stops humming and his eyes snap open and he’s about to say “I was getting to you,” in mock-disapproval but the words die when he realizes the mess that’s covering Blaine’s fingers as he strokes. He can actually hear all that wetness against skin and any need to ‘bask’ disappears.

He scrambles, forgetting to try to be sexy like Blaine, as he crawls to the end of the bed and devours Blaine’s mouth, swallowing a gasp of surprise, because that is the hottest fucking thing he’s ever seen and it’s because it’s him and maybe this is the post-orgasmic bliss kicking in again but he just wants more.

He grabs at Blaine’s hips and pulls him down and later there will be an ache in Blaine’s neck from leaning tensed at a bad angle against hardwood but Kurt looks possessive and desperate. Kurt is trailing hands down Blaine’s sides and along that line where his abdomen morph to hips and then thighs, pressing and then pushing Blaine’s hand away, leaving just his cock inches from his eyes looking hard and hot and wet with… Kurt’s tongue is out and running up the length before Blaine can even think and it takes every ounce of willpower not to come right then and that leaves no willpower to stop from bucking and thank god Kurt is perched above him and in a position of power and has his hands pressing some of his body weight against his hips. Kurt licks again and groans at the shamelessness of the taste of himself and Blaine mixed together. Blaine bucks again and it makes Kurt hum and that doesn’t help with his lips that close.

Hands clutching uselessly at the sheets Blaine can’t believe they’ve made it this far and is even more in awe of the boy between his legs, staring at him and then Kurt looks up at him with something wicked and wanton in his eyes and then back down and his lips slip over the head of Blaine’s cock and suck just a little and Blaine can’t take it. Wraps a hand in Kurt’s hair and yanks him off, saying, “Just wait a minute, okay, I…just give me a minute.”

Kurt stills and Blaine’s hand relaxes and shifts through the soft hair in a caress. He tries to calm himself, tries to stop thinking about what’s happening and then Kurt mumbles something about taste and the soft hair slips past his fingers and Kurt presses his hands harder into Blaine’s stomach and slips his mouth over his cock again, slips his lips down and laps at it with his tongue and hums and Blaine is wrecked-can’t help but buck and manages to get just enough lift to slip another half inch between Kurt’s lips, lips which smile around him and a mouth that is so insanely hot and tight and wet and-oh fucking hell this is embarrassing-Blaine comes hard, everything about this afternoon tightening, coiling and then breaking and he tries to angle closer.

Kurt swallows once and then pulls away, letting his hand wrap around and stroking the rest from Blaine, letting it spill over his abdomen before leaning forward and kissing it off and oh god that’s brash and not helpful to Blaine who has disintegrated into a whimpering mess.

Never would Kurt have thought he’d get off so easily on the taste of another boy’s come-it isn’t delicious, it isn’t disgusting, it’s just salty and distinct and he knows that it’s Blaine and that makes him want it. He kisses again and licks and Blaine rasps, “Kurt,” because this is all too much. Way, way too much. “I can’t… can’t believe…” and he stops because talking isn’t something he feels up to doing right now.

Kurt just laughs and swallows and wonders if Blaine will feel the same, so he leans in and pauses with his lips inches from his boyfriend’s, silently asking. Blaine leans forward and kisses him with a mouth already open against his, swiping over his lips and tasting and then pressing into his mouth, over and over, teeth and tongue and groaning because “Damn, Kurt,” he murmurs as he presses his hand into Kurt’s chest, pushing him back. Kurt just perches there, his hands again pressed into Blaine’s stomach and he’s smiling, obviously pleased with himself. Blaine just laughs and sucks on his bottom lip, knowing Kurt is watching.

Eventually the discomfort of the wood and the bad angle, and Kurt’s weight gets to him and he wriggles, moving his own hands to Kurt’s hips and pushing him off to the side, slipping down the bed until he’s lying on his side and looking at Kurt who has mirrored the position across from him and is still grinning. They’re naked and there is a lot of sunlight in the room and Kurt is comfortable. And half-hard again, Blaine notes with surprise.

“Did sucking me off do that to you?” Blaine asks, voice low, honestly intrigued.

“I’d hardly call what I did ‘sucking you off’,” Kurt responds with a smirk and Blaine just rolls his eyes and fights the blush in his cheeks. “But yes.”

“In my defense, I had been hard for hours and you didn’t exactly warn me,” Blaine tries to explain but Kurt just continues to look amused. And sassy and sexy. And relaxed. “So sue me if your mouth on my dick and…” oh god, he can’t say it, “all the rest got me off faster than expected. I told you to give me a minute.”

Kurt just hums and it makes Blaine stupidly happy even though he’s still a bit embarrassed that it took less than half a dozen licks. They lie there, still naked, just looking and enjoying the sound of each other’s breath as the minutes pass until Blaine says in a low, provocative voice, “You’re getting harder and I’m not even touching you.”

Kurt looks pointedly to where’s Blaine’s cock is quickly catching up with his but doesn’t comment on it and instead says, “Just thinking.”

“What about?”

He smirks and flutters his eyes and oh this is definite sass. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Blaine launches himself across the bed and onto Kurt, a yelp of surprise escaping his mouth before he’s overcome with bubbling giggles as Blaine runs his fingers, feather light, up and down his sides, tickling him ferociously. Except it only takes a minute for the laughter to dissolve and their mouths to find each other and Blaine’s hands to stop being feather light and start gripping, pulling the boy beneath him against him and Kurt moves both hands to Blaine’s ass and grinds into him, shifting up and rolling them over and straddling Blaine’s hips, kissing down his neck and laughing again.

“Want me to show you?” he whispers just beneath Blaine’s ear as both his hands twist through disheveled curly hair and he presses his entire body down on Blaine’s. And that makes it impossible for his boyfriend to answer with anything more than a desperate, needy moan of ‘Yes.’

* * *
That night, Kurt finds it difficult to maintain some semblance of composure during dinner mostly because he can’t stop grinning and he knows his eyes keep glazing over. So he eats too quickly and escapes with excuses about studying geography.

Nine o’clock finds him in front of his vanity running through his evening moisturizing routine and smiling at his reflection. If he pulls back the collar of his pajamas there’s a pair of faint bruises becoming visible over his right collarbone and as much as he would have thought that he’d hate the damage to his skin, he can’t stop staring and ghosting his fingers across them. So his routine is taking decidedly longer and he’s only halfway through when his phone vibrates on his bed.

He could ignore it. But it could be Blaine.

He stands up, toner-soaked cotton ball still in-hand and grabs his iPhone. It is from Blaine. He slides his finger across the screen to read the message as he sits back down in front of the mirror.

Get your earphones. Click the link. Close your eyes and listen.

And it’s followed by a YouTube link. Kurt bites his lip and hurries himself with the rest of his routine, rubbing lotion into his skin much faster than he usually would, all the while staring at his phone. He spares only a moment to check that all the lids are on everything and then flicks off the vanity lights.

Sitting up in his bed, propping a few pillows behind him, he pulls his earphones from his bedside table and slips them into his ears, fingers working the phone to load the video. The app doesn’t show the title but a photo of John Mayer comes up on screen as a song starts to play that he has heard before but never really paid attention to. But now he does and is grinning like an absolute fool before long, a hand covering his mouth to try to contain just a little of it.

We got the afternoon,
You got this room for two,
One thing I’ve left to do,
Discover me discovering you.
One mile to every inch of,
Your skin like porcelain…

As Kurt hears this lyric, he can’t stop a laugh escaping his lips and he shakes his head a little in wonder, thinking back on earlier that day and what Blaine had said to him. And he’s right because now that word-porcelain-sounds so different and he knows that the next time someone calls him that he’ll think of him and Blaine shattering into a million pieces together. And actually he’s kind of looking forward to it.

One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue

And if you want love
We'll make it
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder - I'll use my hands
Your body is a wonderland

Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it

You want love?
We'll make it
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland

Damn baby
You frustrate me
I know you're mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder - I'll use my hands
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland

If there’s anybody still reading at this point I’m damned impressed you made it all the way through all those words. And hopefully you liked it and hopefully you’ll answer my plea for reviews because this took me hour after hour to write and I think the beta spent just as long on it. So…that’s about it. Epic smut done. I’m going to go and sleep somewhere for a few hours and then probably write something completely different. I am so not looking forward to going back to uni on Thursday where I won’t be able to just write all day because I am loving doing it.