Fic: Life Less Ordinary (6/?)
Life Less Ordinary (6/?)
Authors: maverick0324, dizzydame
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 7745 (this chapter)
Summary: AU. Blaine's life is privileged, fantastic, and entirely routine until he changes things up and tries out a new coffee shop, where one struggling NYADA student named Kurt Hummel happens to work.
Notes: This has been a work of love for the both of us, something that sprung up on us in NYC and hasn't let us go since. We'll be updating Fridays. :) We want to also say thank you to Canarian for an awesome job beta-ing this beast. Thanks!
tumblr / ao3 / s&c
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Kurt has a rare day off from the coffee shop, so he texts Blaine the next morning when he’s free. He doesn't hear back from Blaine until mid-morning, but it's enough to make him smile despite a lingering sense of unsettlement over what Rachel had let him know the night before.
He's not sure if he should bring it up to Blaine. Part of him wants to see if Blaine will ever be the one to bring it up.
He texts Blaine back with a diner name, somewhere in Kurt's price range - a sort of act of defiance, because the last thing he wants right now is to let Blaine pick and end up somewhere ridiculously expensive.
He hurries to the diner straight from class, but still, Blaine somehow beats him there. He can see his curly hair sticking out of the top of one of the booths as soon as he walks in the place. He waves off the hostess, grabbing his own menu and walking toward the booth.
"Hey!" Blaine greets when Kurt sits down across from him. He actually bounces up in his seat and leans over to capture Kurt's lips in a kiss.
"You look happy to see me," Kurt comments, his own mood lightened again just by the sheer pleasure of the greeting.
It's nice to have someone that excited to see him.
"I am," Blaine responds. He reaches across the table and grabs Kurt's hand, squeezing it. "So you gonna tell me what was up last night?"
After thinking about it, Kurt shakes his head. "No. I'm not. I'd rather focus on pleasant things."
Blaine frowns at Kurt, but he just continues with a wave of his hand. "No, really, it was just something Rachel said and it set me on edge." He gives Blaine a half smile, hoping he isn't too upset at him for snapping at him over text message.
Blaine just reaches across the table to grab Kurt's hand and take it in his, squeezing his hand lightly as he looks back at him. "Well, then I'm glad my little song helped. And if Ms. Berry is setting you on edge... I know a place where we could be alone without her ... running interference?"
Kurt lifts an eyebrow. "Why, Blaine Anderson, what are you insinuating there?"
"I'm not insinuating anything," Blaine says. "I'm inviting you over."
"Well, you have seen my place, so I suppose that's fair..." Kurt's curiosity to see where Blaine lives is winning out over everything. It's always been a downfall of his, that curiosity...
"I can get dinner delivered for us. We can just hang out, watch a movie..." Blaine is making sure to leave plenty of options open that don't involve sex.
"You could play for me," Kurt suggests.
Blaine's eyes get really wide. "Really? You want me to?"
Kurt gives him a look. "Of course. You're really good. Also, I wouldn't ask you to if I didn't like hearing you sing. I wouldn't want to hurt my ears on anything bad of course."
"Oh, of course," Blaine agrees, bouncing in his seat.
Kurt drops his chin on his hands and just watches Blaine, enjoying his enthusiasm and how his face and hands are so animated every time he talked. He is so gorgeous and he wants him. Kurt. He shivers slightly at remembering how much Blaine wants him and he can feel the want and need beginning to pool in his stomach once more.
If he goes back home with Blaine, they're probably going to have sex tonight.
Kurt wants it. He knows Blaine wants it.
It will make this so much more complicated, but when has anything in life ever been easy for Kurt? Complicated, but maybe worth it this time.
*
"I can call a car if you don't want to walk," Blaine offers, once they step out of the diner.
"How far away are you?"
"Not far. Twenty minutes, maybe?"
"The weather's nice. Let's walk."
They keep in sync with each other, step for step, not talking save the occasional observation. They've only gone a few blocks when Kurt feels something graze his palm once, then again, and then Blaine's fingers are linking with his.
Blaine is holding his hand.
Kurt has to look away so Blaine can't see the surprised smile and faint blush on his cheeks.
Kurt is occupied with thinking about their hands, how Blaine slides his fingers through his and links them together, that he doesn't immediately notice where they are. They stop at a corner and he looks at his surroundings, brow furrowing. He is a long way from his own apartment. He can see Central Park to his right and he smiles. It’s such a nice day for a walk with Blaine's hand in his, and he imagines what it would be like to walk through Central Park with him, arm in arm like lovers, maybe in the spring when all the trees and flowers would be blooming and the weather would just be beginning to change from the awful, bitter cold to something more warm and promising.
Kurt is so buried in his daydream that he doesn't fully realize that they've slowed down and finally stopped in front of a building. Blaine is smiling at him and tugging on his hand as the doorman holds the door for him.
"Wait, what...? I thought we were going to your place?" Kurt says, confused.
"We are. We're here," Blaine explains slowly, tugging on his hand again and smiling. Kurt looks at the building and then across the street where Central Park is still waiting.
"You live here? This is The Plaza!" He hisses as he leans into Blaine.
Blaine scratches the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah, look, I know I didn't mention that, but it's not usually something I open with and by the time I would have said something the whole thing with Santana had happened, and... but, yeah. I have a penthouse here."
Kurt's jaw drops. "You have a penthouse ... at the Plaza."
"Yeah.. I mean, I have another place too, but I'm barely there. This one is closer to work, and I just like being in the city, you know? The heart of things." Blaine starts to walk again, leading them up the stairs. He waves hello to the doorman, who greets him with familiarity. "To be honest, if I had my choice, I'd probably pick somewhere a little less stuffy, but my dad set me up with the place here while I was in college, and it's sort of home base to me now."
Kurt makes a mental note to ask about Blaine's other place later. For now he's too busy gaping over the fact that Blaine lives in the Plaza.
Blaine tugs on his hand, pulling him into the lobby. Kurt's eyes widen as he looks around, taking it all in: the valets and doormen, the tall ceilings with a glass dome, the marble floor and the gold accents everywhere. It’s all so much.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson," says a friendly voice. Kurt looks over and notes a man waiting by one of the elevators, holding it open for them.
"Afternoon, George. I assume everything is going well with you?" Blaine asks as George closes the elevator and presses the button for Blaine's penthouse.
"Oh, quite, quite."
"George, I'd like you to meet Kurt Hummel," Blaine introduces, and Kurt just sticks his hand out, still overwhelmed by everything.
"Pleasure, Mr. Hummel," George says, his eyes twinkling as he smiles at him. "If you need anything, just pick up the phone and ask for George, alright?"
"Uh," Kurt says, blinking at the other man.
"Thank you, George," Blaine says, stepping in. George just smiles wider as the elevator dings and the doors open to Blaine’s penthouse.
Kurt really hadn't thought that Blaine has the capacity to surprise him again this quickly but Blaine, true to form, proves him wrong. "Do you introduce everyone to your doorman personally?"
"Now he'll know to let you in, whenever you want to stop by; I won't have to come down and meet you. The night guy is Ernie; he's great, too."
"Blaine." Kurt stops once they're at the bank of elevators, turning to look Blaine straight in the eye. "You want me to just... stop in?"
"Yeah..." Blaine gives him that tummy-flipping shy smile and Kurt just melts. "Is that okay?"
He nods, leaning forward impulsively to press a kiss to Blaine's mouth. "Yeah. It's okay."
"I just thought ... I mean, we haven't talked about it much, but I really like you and I thought-"
"Shh," Kurt whispers, quieting Blaine's adorable rambling with his lips. He presses them harder to Blaine's and moans when Blaine's mouth immediately opens up under him. His tongue flicks into his mouth, tasting him and teasing at his tongue.
Blaine growls softly and his hand comes up to thread his fingers into the back of Kurt's hair as he tugs Kurt down closer so he can suck on his tongue better. He begins to walk forward, pushing into Kurt until he's able to walk the man over to the kitchen counter and push him up against it.
Kurt wants to make out with Blaine - he really, really does.
But he also wants to explore the penthouse, and he can't do that with Blaine's tongue in his mouth. He pulls back, breathless and smiling. "Give me the tour."
"What?" Blaine blinks, his mind still on more of a making-out train of thought than an actual thinking one.
"This place is amazing, Blaine! I want to see it!" He bounces on his feet.
Blaine laughs. "Okay, fine. One tour, coming up."
"And it needs to be more than just your bed and bedroom, Anderson," Kurt admonishes. Blaine blushes and changes direction, making Kurt try to stifle a laugh.
"Fine, right okay, so." He turns and waves a hand behind him. "Living room, TV area here." Kurt nods, appreciating the décor and the intricate stone fireplace. "There is a little breakfast nook back here," he says, turning to show Kurt. "But the best is that door there, leads to a private terrace outside. It’s nice to be able to sit outside and have breakfast, kinda watch the city wake up..." He says, blushing a bit. His hand goes to the back of his neck and he scratches, feeling nervous somehow but plowing on.
"Okay and kitchen, complete with a thousand appliances that I don't even know what they do," he admits, showing the room off to Kurt. "And okay this way is my office and library which is just boring so then upstairs..."
"Upstairs?" Kurt squeaks. He's still stuck on the kitchen, mind racing with all the possibilities. "I need to use that kitchen, Blaine. I need to."
Blaine laughs as they head up the stairs. "Well, you are welcome to any time. Hey, you can make me waffles."
"Oh, forget waffles. I'm thinking... banana cream frittatas? Oh! I found a recipe for a parmesan and chive egg souffle I've been dying to-" Kurt's stream of words gets cut off when Blaine opens the door to the bedroom in front of him. "Oh. Wow."
Blaine's bed is made and he has to admit, when he tries to consider the room from the perspective of someone who doesn't pass out drunk in it at least twice a month, it is a little over the top. The headboard of the bed is tall and elegant, but the mattress is the most comfortable thing Blaine could find, and the sheets are a ridiculously high thread count, a gift from his mother. "Yeah?"
Kurt steps forward, into the room. "It looks like a picture in a magazine."
"Well, it only looks like this after housekeeping has been here," Blaine laughs.
"Housekeeping?" Kurt chokes out, looking at Blaine incredulously. Blaine just blushes again and looks away. Kurt moves into the room, taking in his surroundings. The floor is a gorgeous deep, dark wood that matches the same wood as the bed, which is done up in gorgeous browns and creams; Kurt silently approves of the pinstriped duvet cover.
One side of the room has exposed white brick that plays nicely off the dark furniture and the wall behind the bed seems to be just one huge window looking out onto the buildings of New York city. Feeling overwhelmed, Kurt moves to the bed, needing to sit and take everything in.
"Blaine this is-"
"I mean, a lot of it came with the place. I did do some of the decorating here and there because some of the pieces in this apartment, good god they looked like they were left here from the eighteenth century and it needed some more modern pieces, but I'm not really a decorator or anything and I may have hired this lady to help me out a bit to find the right kind of stuff for my place and she had good ideas, but really I just wanted something that was comfortable and would suit me and didn't have to be high-end fashionable, but okay so some of this stuff is really stuffy; I don't blame you but-"
Kurt grabs Blaine, his hands on either side of the man's face as he pulls him into a fierce kiss to stop the neverending babbling.
When Kurt pulls back, Blaine blurts out, "The bed is great, too."
Kurt laughs at him, and gives him a look. "Smooth, Blaine."
Blaine's face heats up. How is it that Kurt can catch him off guard like this? "I just meant - uh. You know what? Gonna stop talking now."
By the end he's almost mumbling, but that's okay because Kurt gives him another kiss... and then walks backward to the bed, keeping eye contact with Blaine as he sits down on it. He gives a little bounce to test the mattress, and then lays back, breathing in deeply. "Oh, yes. Very nice."
Blaine's mouth goes dry as he stands and watches Kurt splay out on his bed and make low, moaning noises as he tests out the sheets and the give of the mattress.
"Kurt..." He starts to say but Kurt just grabs his hand and brings him closer to the bed and then finally down on it. Blaine's mind is going a mile a minute, trying to keep up and think of something cool and witty to say to keep Kurt in his bed, but he can't think of anything.
Kurt can see the flash of panic across Blaine's face and he takes pity on him, leaning in to kiss him very slowly.
"I didn't bring you here for this, you know that, right?" Blaine asks. He just wants to be sure - doesn't want the ghost of Santana's words confusing things for Kurt.
"I know," Kurt says. "But I came here for this."
Blaine thinks he really should stop and argue, maybe insist they go on a few more dates, at least make a pretense of spending the evening together for some reason besides this, but...
But he's weak and Kurt is hot and right now Kurt's tongue is doing this thing and he groans, falling back onto the bed. Kurt takes advantage of the position immediately, straddling Blaine, and from the size of the bulge in his jeans, Blaine thinks he's probably already hard.
Kurt growls softly and presses his hips down against Blaine's, grinding into him to release some pressure on his cock. His hands go to Blaine's hair, fingers disappearing in the curls as he holds Blaine's head still as he attacks his mouth. His tongue pushes in thick and hot as if he were fucking him, and he takes his time kissing Blaine until the boy is a messy, whimpering, shaking pile of need under him.
"So," Blaine laughs breathlessly. "I take it you approve of my decorating choices?"
Kurt laughs. He's on his side with his head propped in his hand, looking down at Blaine. He can see the roughness of stubble on Blaine's cheeks and how his pupil's are wide, how his lips are a little swollen and pinker now. He leans down and nips at that soft bottom lip and smiles when Blaine chases him back up for another kiss. "Yeah. It'll do."
"Well, I have a feeling you could do better, but some of us weren't born looking like we stepped out of a magazine shoot..."
"Oh," Kurt laughs. "I guess I was born this way. I certainly didn't get it from my dad... he lives in plaid."
"I bet you could pull even that off," Blaine says, stretching out. He's still hard, and not trying to hide it at all... but he's also not going to rush through this. If Kurt wants to talk too, they can talk. It's not usually how Blaine's encounters go, but Kurt isn't like anyone else, so there's no point in Blaine trying to guide things like he usually would.
"I bet you could pull this off," Kurt says, tugging at Blaine's button up. "Or maybe I could do it for you."
"I like that idea..."
Kurt gives him a look like he's waiting, and Blaine's eyes widen before he grabs at the shirt. He doesn't need to be told twice. He takes his time with each button, unwrapping Kurt as if he's the best present Blaine has ever seen (he is). Kurt shivers slightly under Blaine's gaze, feeling it hot and heavy on him. It doesn't take much more for him to feel turned on, and when Blaine finishes with his buttons, he's quick to push the shirt back and off, letting it fall to the bed behind him.
"Blaine..." He says softly, leaning in to nip at Blaine's neck before soothing over the bite with his tongue.
Blaine groans and his head falls back and Kurt uses that to his advantage. He presses into the other man and lets his teeth and tongue do lovely work his neck.
"I want... I need..." Blaine doesn't want to move but he wants both of them undressed, so he wriggles away from Kurt's grasp long enough to even the playing field.
Kurt could look at Blaine for hours. Tanned skin, so perfect, chest hair dusted across not too thick but soft and ticklish when he nuzzles a bit, licks over to Blaine's nipple. It's sensitive, something Kurt files away, because he could get addicted to the kind of noise it stirs out of Blaine.
Blaine's hands are wandering just as much, over the smooth milky plane of Kurt's back. "God your skin is amazing," Blaine groans.
Kurt just laughs because, well, yes, it is, but he'd really rather Blaine think that was perfectly natural rather than a careful combination of the best products he can afford. Blaine, on the other hand, is perfectly as he was made - the swell of his bicep under Kurt's lips, the warmth and saltiness of his skin, even the pounding of his heart when Kurt rests his head right there is titillating right now.
Blaine groans and reaches out to him, but Kurt keeps moving. He wants to taste Blaine's skin and see what kinds of noises he can pull out of him. He ducks his head lower and trails his tongue down the center of his stomach, letting it ruffle up the hair there leading lower.
Blaine groans louder and arches into Kurt's mouth, his hands falling away as he lets Kurt take his time and play with his body as he wants to.
Kurt's fingers come up to gently rub against Blaine's nipples and he begins to squirm on the bed at the delicious pressure and slight bit of pain.
"Are we--" Blaine stutters. "Are we doing this? Kurt? Because I need to know, if you don't want to... or if you want to wait... I can be that guy. I can be the gentleman. But I have my limits."
His fingers curl in Kurt's hair, utterly messing up his perfect hairdo, but for once Kurt doesn't seem overly concerned with appearance.
"Who says I want to stop?" Kurt asks as he continues to tease Blaine's body.
"I just wanted to make sure you were sure-" Blaine gasps out.
"Oh trust me, I'm definitely sure I want to see your amazing ass bouncing on my cock," Kurt replies, his voice deep and almost growling with need.
Blaine is momentarily speechless, because he'd sort of assumed that Kurt would need a little more coaxing - that he'd be proper, not a prude exactly but not... well... in none of Blaine's fantasies had Kurt busted out with the dirty talk before their clothes were even off.
And it is sexy as hell. He reaches down and grabs himself, squeezing through his pants. "Fuck, you can't just - shit, Kurt, that was hot."
Kurt is staring at him with raw appreciation in his eyes. "If just saying it makes you react like that, I can't wait to see how you look when you're actually doing it."
Kurt reaches out and traces a finger around Blaine's lips. He can feel shy with the potentiality of a new lover, but something about Blaine sets him off and lowers his inhibitions and just want to do everything with him; wants to see him fall apart from pleasure and be the one to put him back together again.
His other hand trails down to Blaine's pert ass, so perfect and round, and god Kurt cannot wait to feel it around his dick. He's tried imagining it at night with his hand wrapped around himself, but he just knows that the reality is going to be so much better.
"Strip for me," Kurt says quietly to Blaine, wanting to watch and touch as Blaine peels his layers off.
He doesn't make it a strip tease - maybe another time when he isn't quite so keyed up. Right now he just does what Kurt asked; just strips - quickly and efficiently, leaving himself bare and there for Kurt to see.
He feels a momentary, uncharacteristic flush of self-consciousness. Is he muscular enough? Too hairy? He knows he's short, compact - does Kurt expect more? But then his eyes meet Kurt's and he can tell instantly that Kurt isn't unhappy with what he sees, and Blaine’s ego is soothed. He crawls back toward Kurt. "Your turn now."
Blaine waits for Kurt to start undressing but Kurt doesn't move, not yet. His hands reach out to sweep over the large expanse of skin, taking it all in and enjoying everything that he can now see and feel and touch. Kurt groans and falls forward, his mouth on Blaine's chest as he presses light kisses and soft bites to him.
Blaine gasps and arches up into Kurt's mouth as his hand reaches down to thread through his hair. "Kurt-" he starts to say, his voice wobbling. "I want-" He gasps hard when Kurt's tongue traces down his ribs. And who knew he was so ticklish there? "I want to see you," he finally says a bit stronger, working on getting control of himself.
"Yes..." Kurt murmurs against Blaine's skin, agreeing with him. With one last fond nip, he pulls back and away from Blaine. He slips off the bed, keeping his eyes on Blaine's as he takes his time to slowly peel each layer off, making Blaine pant and whine with need at each bit of revealed skin.
Blaine's spent a pretty good amount of time fantasizing about what Kurt keeps tucked away under those undeniably sexy, fashion-forward ensembles he prides himself on... but it doesn't hold a candle to the reality.
His skin is pale and just begs for marking, his chest is... not bulky, but Kurt takes care of himself. He's tight and compact, dancer's muscles showing themselves.
And when his pants come off... Blaine bites back a moan. Kurt can see the reaction, can sense it, and it might be juvenile but he gets a charge out of knowing that Blaine didn't expect this but he likes it. Kurt has... well, nothing to be ashamed of.
Blaine's eyes remain on Kurt's cock as he licks his lips unconsciously. Kurt's smirk grows as he reaches down to slowly run a hand over himself and take his cock in a loose grip, stroking slowly. Blaine groans and his eyes widen; Kurt loves it.
"You're... fuck," Blaine breathes.
"What?" Kurt says, wanting to hear him say it.
"You're fucking big," Blaine says honestly. Kurt can't stop the chuckle that comes at that, but he likes it.
Part of him will always be self-conscious about this, because he knows big is too big for some people... he's avoided locker rooms and situations where he'd have to change in front of people because he just didn't want the extra attention, even if it came from a place of jealousy.
Right now he wants the attention though. He wants Blaine's eyes on him, huge and lusting. He reaches out and grabs Blaine's hand and lowers it to himself.
"I-I mean, I could tell you were, but I thought maybe it was just..." Blaine groans as his fingers wrap around Kurt, starting a slow steady stroking up and down, and fuck, it feels even bigger in his hand.
Kurt groans softly and thrusts into Blaine's hand, biting down on his lip when his grip gets tighter and more sure. "Nope, all me," he replies. He reaches out and wraps his hands around Blaine's face, tilting it back so he can swoop in and press his lips to Blaine's. He wants to feel everything about this man, do so many things to him and see how he responds.
"Do you want-? I want you-" Blaine gasps in between each kiss, unable to finish his thought as he keeps pushing back against Kurt's lips, swiping his tongue into the other man's mouth to taste him. "God, fuck me," he says, almost begging as his fist tightens around Kurt.
"Yeah, yes," Kurt groans, thick and hard in Blaine's grasp. "Where's the lube?"
Blaine finds it hard to tear himself away from Kurt long enough to grab it, but he pulls the half empty bottle from under his pillow where he'd stashed it the day before.
Kurt laughs. "Convenient..."
Blaine makes a note to be embarrassed about that later. For now, he thrusts the bottle at Kurt. "Please, please."
"Yeah," Kurt agrees, leaning in to kiss him hard. He wraps his fingers around the lube and flicks his thumb on the top to open it, pouring a bit in his hand. It takes monumental effort to pull back from Blaine's lips, his breath panting as he looks down at Blaine, lips swollen and flush all over his face and down further across his chest.
"You are so gorgeous," Kurt murmurs, reaching out to brush his hair back. He smiles down at Blaine as he scoots back, pushing his legs open a bit.
Blaine grabs a pillow and pushes it under his hips, giving Kurt more room to work. He's definitely not a virgin, but he knows he's going to need some stretching to be able to take Kurt.
Kurt loves this, loves the look on Blaine's face - fucking needy - as Kurt slicks the lube around his hole and then dips a finger inside, teasing, not giving Blaine nearly what he needs. Blaine just keeps moving and tries to thrust down onto the finger, whimpering for more, whimpering for Kurt, for his cock, already - too soon, much too soon - and Kurt needs to get three fingers in him at least before he even tries that, but it's still nice to hear.
He finds Blaine's cock and grasps it, not stroking but giving Blaine a tight slickened fist to thrust up into, something to distract him and placate him. "God, look at you," Kurt breathes.
Blaine blinks up at him, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "No, look at you."
"Me? Pfft," Kurt says, shaking his head. "But you..." He licks his lips at how Blaine's legs open wider as he presses a second finger into him. "You want it so bad. So shameless too." He surges forward and brushes his lips over Blaine's. "So good like this Blaine, you look so good."
He slowly begins to move the two fingers in Blaine faster and a bit harder as he works them in and around, stretching Blaine nice and slow.
"I want you." Blaine remembers the filthy words coming out of Kurt's mouth just minutes before and he wonders if Kurt likes hearing it as much as he does saying it. "I want your cock. I want you to fuck me...so hard. I want to be sitting in my office tomorrow and close my eyes and feel you. You gonna fuck me, Kurt?"
Kurt nods wordlessly, but he rewards Blaine's sudden bout of vocal appreciation with a third finger in his ass. It makes Blaine gasp sharply and writhe.
"I want everything about you. I want to suck you. Fuck, Kurt, I want to get my mouth around you."
Kurt groans and lets his head drop down, forehead on Blaine's shoulder as he pushes his fingers in a bit harder than before.
"Fuck-" Blaine groans, hissing slightly and lifting up off the pillows before then relaxing and pushing down on them, taking them deeper into his body. "Yeah, you like that? Me wrapping my lips around your cock? God, I bet you'd taste so fucking good," he pants, just letting himself ramble anything that comes to mind.
"You..." Kurt's voice cracks a bit, even on the one little syllable. "You need to shut up before I embarrass myself."
"Oh, Kurt..." Blaine pauses to groans. "There is... there is literally nothing you could do that would embarrass yourself at this point. Consider me won over. Totally... fucking completely... won over... oh god, please."
Kurt is teasingly close to his prostate, and Blaine really just wants his fingers there; he wants the pleasure spiking through him that he knows Kurt could give him.
But Kurt just dances around it, not giving it to him just yet. He wants to take his time with Blaine; he wants to prolong this as much as possible, and considering their already far gone states, Kurt fears it won't take much for either of them.
Kurt takes a moment and adds more lube to his fingers and moves his fingers more, stretching Blaine further, making sure that he's open enough for his cock.
"Fuck Kurt, please," Blaine begs. He doesn't want any more fingers, he wants Kurt's cock.
"Need to make sure you're prepared enough," Kurt explains panting, but Blaine shakes his head, feeling like he's ready now, willing to take the slight stretch and burn from having Kurt inside him.
"I'm ready, I'm so ready," Blaine pleads. "I need it."
His hands grasp at Kurt's hips, fingertip bruises marking into pale skin. He wants to see those bruises tomorrow, to kiss them while he pays Kurt back for the teasing he's undergoing right now.
"Ride me," Kurt says, because he's done this enough times to know that it's easiest that way. He doesn't want to hurt Blaine, and he doesn't trust that Blaine really is ready, but this will tell him - and he can look at Blaine's face, watch Blaine while Blaine fucks himself on Kurt's cock.
Blaine's head bobs up and down in an enthusiastic nod. Kurt rolls onto his back, grabbing a condom from the drawer and quickly opening and sliding it down onto himself before Blaine is there and straddling him right away, reaching down to hold Kurt in place and guide himself down.
Blaine lets his head fall back and he gasps as he slides down on Kurt. There is pain there, a burning as his body hurries to accommodate Kurt's width.
"Fuck," he groans, stilling himself and needing to take a moment to relax.
Kurt's hands are on Blaine's hips but he just rubs them in a circle slowly, just letting him know that he's there for him. "You look so gorgeous," he whispers, looking up at the other man, already flushed and sweating as he takes Kurt's cock.
Blaine's cock has softened a little with the effort and hint of pain that comes with sliding down onto Kurt, so Kurt makes it his mission to provide a different kind of distraction. He wraps his hand around Blaine and strokes up and down slowly, enough to get Blaine's blood pumping there again. His other hand cups Blaine's balls, rolling them in his palms, squeezing just a little in a way that makes Blaine gasp. Then his fingers are inching back, feeling the lube slickening the skin around Blaine's stretched hole, Kurt's fingers actually brushing against himself and feeling his cock through the condom.
Blaine gasps and slips down a few more inches.
"God you're so tight," Kurt groans as Blaine slides down a bit more. He has to close his eyes to focus on anything to keep from coming. Blaine feels so tight and so hot around his cock, feels like he's the first one to do this to Blaine.
"Your dick is just ridiculously huge," Blaine pants, biting down on his bottom lip.
Kurt smirks. "You're not too bad yourself."
And it's true - he's smaller than Kurt, but perfect for Kurt to wrap his fingers around and jerk. Perfect for his mouth, too, Kurt thinks. "I want you to fuck my mouth later. I want you to come down my throat."
Blaine shudders, and the feeling of his body tightening and rippling is just fucking perfect around Kurt's cock.
Blaine closes his eyes and pushes down hard, having Kurt fill him completely, suddenly.
"Oh fuck," Kurt gasps, his eyes widening and his hand stopping on Blaine's cock as Blaine wails above him. He reaches up and holds onto Blaine's hips, just holding him steady and down around his cock for a moment, letting them both take a moment to adjust to each other.
Blaine has to think of something to stop himself from moving. He needs some kind of distraction, he knows his body needs to stretch and Kurt looks two seconds away from losing it. Blaine isn't ready for this to be over. He's not sure he'll ever be ready for it to be over. This is the best sex Blaine has ever had. He's already sure of that. Kurt isn't even technically the best lover - Blaine's had plenty with more experience that just went in for the kill without mercy.
But god, something about him, Kurt, every single little thing he does is ten times hotter to Blaine than the last dozen guys Blaine has slept with. Kurt's even graceful like this, he's fucking gorgeous like this - sweat beading his forehead, hairdo completely in disarray, skin flushed...
Kurt realizes that Blaine is staring at him then, just staring at him, and suddenly self-consciousness hits. "What?"
Blaine smiles and reaches out to run his fingers over Kurt’s cheeks and then through his hair. He can't say what he feels so he just leans down, gasping slightly when Kurt shifts inside him, and presses his lips to Kurt's.
Kurt groans and opens his mouth to Blaine as Blaine's tongue pushes past his lips and curls around his own tongue, teasing and stroking at him.
"Move," Blaine mumbles against Kurt's lips. He wants Kurt to control this; he wants to give Kurt every opportunity to see that Blaine is baring himself here, that he means this.
Kurt grunts when he starts to fuck Blaine, not even realizing it. He'd be embarrassed if he were paying attention, but the only person noticing the noises coming out of his mouth is Blaine, and Blaine loves every little whine, whimper, and gasp.
Blaine runs his finger through Kurt's hair, tugging lightly on it. He knows how particular Kurt is about it and he is taking advantage of things now to play with it. He gives a particularly hard tug and gasps when Kurt growls and thrusts in harder. His eyes widen when he realizes how much he must like it and does it once more but harder this time.
Right now there isn't much Blaine could do that would be a turnoff except stop, but the hair pulling is a particular favorite of Kurt's. He has the urge to spill all of his dirty secrets right now: that he likes being marked, likes feeling owned, wants Blaine to just use him.
Blaine is off to a good start without needing any hints, though. He is screwing himself on Kurt’s cock like his life depends on it, bruising kisses on Kurt's mouth.
Kurt's head falls back as he just let's go of any restraint he had and thrusts his hips into Blaine's. He holds Blaine's hips and pulls him down as Blaine rolls his body, pushing Kurt in deeper than before.
"Gonna- fuck, Blaine," Kurt gasps, his eyes wide. Blaine leans over, licking up Kurt's long, pale neck to whisper into his ear.
"Do it, god do it, Kurt. I want to see you come so hard." He sucks Kurt's earlobe into his mouth, and that's the only other stimulation Kurt needs, he thrusts up and buries himself completely in Blaine's ass as he lets go, voicing out his pleasure as he comes.
Blaine is still rock hard, but when he tried to reach for himself to get off Kurt, still wrapped in the final spasms of a truly mind blowing orgasm, he bats his hand away.
"No, me," Kurt says weakly. "I mean, I wanna."
Blaine lets his hand fall away and groans, thrusting up hard when Kurt touches him.
Kurt just watches Blaine in the throes of pleasure, his eyes closed and mouth open. Kurt doesn't think he has seen anything more perfect in his life.
Blaine gasps and cries out as his hips stutter and he comes hard all over Kurt's stomach.
Blaine drops down on Kurt, not caring one bit about the mess between them or the fact that kurt's cock is still buried inside of him.
"Oh my God," he groans, managing to turn his head enough to press a kiss to Kurt's shoulder. When he speaks his voice is slightly slurred. "Let's do that again. A lot. Always."
"Need a few minutes first," he mumbles into Blaine's shoulder, nuzzling into his neck. He feels sluggish and lazy and good. He never wants to move away, ever.
He wraps his arms around Blaine's body to pull him closer and lets his eyes close.
They nap, though Blaine isn't quite sure how long for. He gingerly lifts himself off of Kurt, shushing Kurt's little whine at the parting.
He limps into the bathroom and cleans up the lube and come and take care of the condom, then dampens a cloth and goes to take care of Kurt.
He feels a pang at the sight of Kurt with his eyes peacefully closed, a smile on his mouth. Blaine knows he isn't asleep so he doesn't hesitate to curl up in bed beside him once they're both wiped clean. "Hey there, beautiful."
Kurt turns his head and smiles at him, reaching over to cup Blaine's face and lean in to kiss him. "Hey," he responds, lips still on Blaine's. He's feeling lightheaded and fuzzy still and enjoying it.
Blaine chuckles at him and leans in, rubbing his nose against Kurt's and smiling.
Kurt smiles. "Hey, Blaine?"
Blaine blinks at him. "Yeah?"
Kurt can barely say it without giggling. "I like your house."
Blaine rolls over and starts to giggle. "Kurt? I am very, very glad to hear that."
"Yeah," Kurt agrees. "I may have to start a lengthy and passionate love affair with it."
Blaine stares at Kurt for a moment before realizing that he is serious. "Well, it does like to be courted," he says slowly, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him in close.
"Mm I can do that. I can woo your penthouse."
"My penthouse should be so lucky." Blaine leans in and gives Kurt a smacking kiss on the mouth, cupping his face in his hands.
"Yeah? I Think I'm the lucky one. This is a very nice penthouse. I feel good about my future with your furnishings." Kurt gives him a shy smile back.
"I think you improve the quality of my furnishings just being in them."
"Mm and being in other things," Kurt says with a smirk and a lewd thrust of the hips. He can't keep it up though and starts laughing.
"God, yes," Blaine groans. He clenches his ass and he can feel the throb of soreness. "I love your cock. Is it too soon to say that? Are we at that place yet? Because I do."
His voice deepens with sincerity and he reaches down to palm Kurt's soft cock, impressive even when it isn't hard.
Kurt blushes slightly and has to drop his gaze. He can feel his cock give a valiant attempt to fill, but it's too soon.
He likes that Blaine likes his cock. It definitely strokes his ego. Growing up he always felt self conscious about being so much bigger than every other guy in the locker room after he got made fun of so much.
Blaine isn't really angling for more sex just let, luckily. He has another sort of growing need. "Let's call in dinner. Room service isn't bad here, but it you want something different I can have the hotel send someone to pick us up something."
He runs his hand up and down Kurt's chest. He is still a bit afraid that Kurt will say he needs to leave now, which is funny since it’s usually this point at which Blaine is offering his "guests" a shower and then gently guiding them to the door. Most of the the time they don't need much guiding.
"Your apartment gets room service?" Kurt asks, lifting his head. He groans and lets it flop back on the pillow. "Not leaving ever," he mumbles into it without really thinking.
Blaine's smile is huge and blinding, and he tries not to let Kurt see it too much. He is perfectly fine with that right now. He leans over and presses a kiss to Blaine's bare shoulder. "So room service then, yes?"
"Yes." Kurt, feeling indulgent at the moment, says and then adds: "Something expensive."
Blaine just laughs and doesn't point out that everything here is sort of expensive.
He leaves the bed long enough to grab a menu from where it lives in the drawer in his living room. Kurt peruses it briefly and decides on a duck dish, something with a sauce that Kurt has wanted to try but never been brave enough to make.
Blaine orders a cheeseburger and fries. The guys in the kitchen know just how he likes it. He adds a dessert and a bottle of wine as an afterthought. It might not be a conventional date but he doesn't think some additional wooing will hurt.
Kurt reluctantly leaves Blaine’s unbelievably soft bed long enough to pad down to the bathroom and slip into the shower to clean up. He pulls on his boxers but takes a second look at his jeans, really not wanting to put his clothes back on all the way.
"I thought we might have a lazy time in," Blaine says with a smile to Kurt from where he is sitting on the freshly made, newly sheeted bed.
Kurt smiles and pulls his undershirt on, not about to be as brazen as Blaine and lay around shirtless.
Kurt looks younger with his hair freshly washed and unstyled. Blaine has an urge to reach over and kiss his forehead, curl himself into Kurt and not let go.
So he does. "Cuddle," he orders, voice a touch petulant.
Kurt laughs and sort of looks disbelieving, but he pets, wrapping his arms around Blaine. They stay like that, not really talking, occasionally trading kisses, until there is a chime at the door that lets them know the food has arrived.
Kurt is still starving but is also sort of disappointed.
He flips back in the bed, curling up a bit as he waits for Blaine to come back.
Blaine pays the man and brings the food back to bed, not bothering with plates and glasses but preferring to just eat right out of the small, designer take-out boxes.
Kurt gives him a look, but Blaine just grins hugely and climbs back into the bed and into Kurt.
"This is uncivilized," Kurt says, thinking almost longingly of the expensive dishes in Blaine's kitchen and the nice dining room table.
But, on the other hand, Blaine is in the bed and that kind of wins out. Kurt primly sits up and uses his napkin and tries to be as neat a possible. Blaine just digs into his cheeseburger.
When his food is half gone, Kurt starts eyeing the little dessert box Blaine hasn’t opened yet.
Blaine notices Kurt eyeing the box and grins to himself, just waiting for Kurt to give in and look. He takes his time eating before Kurt finally caves and opens the box to find a huge piece of cheesecake nestled inside.
"Ooh you know me so well already," Kurt groans.
Blaine's ears perk up at the groan. Along with other parts.
"Yeah?" Blaine's grin gets bigger. "I guess the next step is to learn what fruit toppings you like best."
Kurt leans in and gives Blaine a kiss before he goes for the cheesecake, showing great restraint in waiting.
He attacks it with his fork but leans over and offers Blaine the first bite. Blaine's eyes remain on him as he wraps his mouth around the fork, accepting the cheesecake.
"Mm," he murmurs, tongue flicking out over his lips. Kurt can't help himself and falls in the rest of the way to press their lips together, kissing him hotly.
"I like your version of sharing." Blaine does the same, offering Kurt a bite.
Kurt sort of feels like this is surreal - a completely gorgeous guy feeding him dessert in bed after truly amazing sex.
And if he's lucky there will be more amazing sex afterward. He really, really hopes he is that lucky.
Authors: maverick0324, dizzydame
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 7745 (this chapter)
Summary: AU. Blaine's life is privileged, fantastic, and entirely routine until he changes things up and tries out a new coffee shop, where one struggling NYADA student named Kurt Hummel happens to work.
Notes: This has been a work of love for the both of us, something that sprung up on us in NYC and hasn't let us go since. We'll be updating Fridays. :) We want to also say thank you to Canarian for an awesome job beta-ing this beast. Thanks!
tumblr / ao3 / s&c
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Kurt has a rare day off from the coffee shop, so he texts Blaine the next morning when he’s free. He doesn't hear back from Blaine until mid-morning, but it's enough to make him smile despite a lingering sense of unsettlement over what Rachel had let him know the night before.
He's not sure if he should bring it up to Blaine. Part of him wants to see if Blaine will ever be the one to bring it up.
He texts Blaine back with a diner name, somewhere in Kurt's price range - a sort of act of defiance, because the last thing he wants right now is to let Blaine pick and end up somewhere ridiculously expensive.
He hurries to the diner straight from class, but still, Blaine somehow beats him there. He can see his curly hair sticking out of the top of one of the booths as soon as he walks in the place. He waves off the hostess, grabbing his own menu and walking toward the booth.
"Hey!" Blaine greets when Kurt sits down across from him. He actually bounces up in his seat and leans over to capture Kurt's lips in a kiss.
"You look happy to see me," Kurt comments, his own mood lightened again just by the sheer pleasure of the greeting.
It's nice to have someone that excited to see him.
"I am," Blaine responds. He reaches across the table and grabs Kurt's hand, squeezing it. "So you gonna tell me what was up last night?"
After thinking about it, Kurt shakes his head. "No. I'm not. I'd rather focus on pleasant things."
Blaine frowns at Kurt, but he just continues with a wave of his hand. "No, really, it was just something Rachel said and it set me on edge." He gives Blaine a half smile, hoping he isn't too upset at him for snapping at him over text message.
Blaine just reaches across the table to grab Kurt's hand and take it in his, squeezing his hand lightly as he looks back at him. "Well, then I'm glad my little song helped. And if Ms. Berry is setting you on edge... I know a place where we could be alone without her ... running interference?"
Kurt lifts an eyebrow. "Why, Blaine Anderson, what are you insinuating there?"
"I'm not insinuating anything," Blaine says. "I'm inviting you over."
"Well, you have seen my place, so I suppose that's fair..." Kurt's curiosity to see where Blaine lives is winning out over everything. It's always been a downfall of his, that curiosity...
"I can get dinner delivered for us. We can just hang out, watch a movie..." Blaine is making sure to leave plenty of options open that don't involve sex.
"You could play for me," Kurt suggests.
Blaine's eyes get really wide. "Really? You want me to?"
Kurt gives him a look. "Of course. You're really good. Also, I wouldn't ask you to if I didn't like hearing you sing. I wouldn't want to hurt my ears on anything bad of course."
"Oh, of course," Blaine agrees, bouncing in his seat.
Kurt drops his chin on his hands and just watches Blaine, enjoying his enthusiasm and how his face and hands are so animated every time he talked. He is so gorgeous and he wants him. Kurt. He shivers slightly at remembering how much Blaine wants him and he can feel the want and need beginning to pool in his stomach once more.
If he goes back home with Blaine, they're probably going to have sex tonight.
Kurt wants it. He knows Blaine wants it.
It will make this so much more complicated, but when has anything in life ever been easy for Kurt? Complicated, but maybe worth it this time.
*
"I can call a car if you don't want to walk," Blaine offers, once they step out of the diner.
"How far away are you?"
"Not far. Twenty minutes, maybe?"
"The weather's nice. Let's walk."
They keep in sync with each other, step for step, not talking save the occasional observation. They've only gone a few blocks when Kurt feels something graze his palm once, then again, and then Blaine's fingers are linking with his.
Blaine is holding his hand.
Kurt has to look away so Blaine can't see the surprised smile and faint blush on his cheeks.
Kurt is occupied with thinking about their hands, how Blaine slides his fingers through his and links them together, that he doesn't immediately notice where they are. They stop at a corner and he looks at his surroundings, brow furrowing. He is a long way from his own apartment. He can see Central Park to his right and he smiles. It’s such a nice day for a walk with Blaine's hand in his, and he imagines what it would be like to walk through Central Park with him, arm in arm like lovers, maybe in the spring when all the trees and flowers would be blooming and the weather would just be beginning to change from the awful, bitter cold to something more warm and promising.
Kurt is so buried in his daydream that he doesn't fully realize that they've slowed down and finally stopped in front of a building. Blaine is smiling at him and tugging on his hand as the doorman holds the door for him.
"Wait, what...? I thought we were going to your place?" Kurt says, confused.
"We are. We're here," Blaine explains slowly, tugging on his hand again and smiling. Kurt looks at the building and then across the street where Central Park is still waiting.
"You live here? This is The Plaza!" He hisses as he leans into Blaine.
Blaine scratches the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah, look, I know I didn't mention that, but it's not usually something I open with and by the time I would have said something the whole thing with Santana had happened, and... but, yeah. I have a penthouse here."
Kurt's jaw drops. "You have a penthouse ... at the Plaza."
"Yeah.. I mean, I have another place too, but I'm barely there. This one is closer to work, and I just like being in the city, you know? The heart of things." Blaine starts to walk again, leading them up the stairs. He waves hello to the doorman, who greets him with familiarity. "To be honest, if I had my choice, I'd probably pick somewhere a little less stuffy, but my dad set me up with the place here while I was in college, and it's sort of home base to me now."
Kurt makes a mental note to ask about Blaine's other place later. For now he's too busy gaping over the fact that Blaine lives in the Plaza.
Blaine tugs on his hand, pulling him into the lobby. Kurt's eyes widen as he looks around, taking it all in: the valets and doormen, the tall ceilings with a glass dome, the marble floor and the gold accents everywhere. It’s all so much.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson," says a friendly voice. Kurt looks over and notes a man waiting by one of the elevators, holding it open for them.
"Afternoon, George. I assume everything is going well with you?" Blaine asks as George closes the elevator and presses the button for Blaine's penthouse.
"Oh, quite, quite."
"George, I'd like you to meet Kurt Hummel," Blaine introduces, and Kurt just sticks his hand out, still overwhelmed by everything.
"Pleasure, Mr. Hummel," George says, his eyes twinkling as he smiles at him. "If you need anything, just pick up the phone and ask for George, alright?"
"Uh," Kurt says, blinking at the other man.
"Thank you, George," Blaine says, stepping in. George just smiles wider as the elevator dings and the doors open to Blaine’s penthouse.
Kurt really hadn't thought that Blaine has the capacity to surprise him again this quickly but Blaine, true to form, proves him wrong. "Do you introduce everyone to your doorman personally?"
"Now he'll know to let you in, whenever you want to stop by; I won't have to come down and meet you. The night guy is Ernie; he's great, too."
"Blaine." Kurt stops once they're at the bank of elevators, turning to look Blaine straight in the eye. "You want me to just... stop in?"
"Yeah..." Blaine gives him that tummy-flipping shy smile and Kurt just melts. "Is that okay?"
He nods, leaning forward impulsively to press a kiss to Blaine's mouth. "Yeah. It's okay."
"I just thought ... I mean, we haven't talked about it much, but I really like you and I thought-"
"Shh," Kurt whispers, quieting Blaine's adorable rambling with his lips. He presses them harder to Blaine's and moans when Blaine's mouth immediately opens up under him. His tongue flicks into his mouth, tasting him and teasing at his tongue.
Blaine growls softly and his hand comes up to thread his fingers into the back of Kurt's hair as he tugs Kurt down closer so he can suck on his tongue better. He begins to walk forward, pushing into Kurt until he's able to walk the man over to the kitchen counter and push him up against it.
Kurt wants to make out with Blaine - he really, really does.
But he also wants to explore the penthouse, and he can't do that with Blaine's tongue in his mouth. He pulls back, breathless and smiling. "Give me the tour."
"What?" Blaine blinks, his mind still on more of a making-out train of thought than an actual thinking one.
"This place is amazing, Blaine! I want to see it!" He bounces on his feet.
Blaine laughs. "Okay, fine. One tour, coming up."
"And it needs to be more than just your bed and bedroom, Anderson," Kurt admonishes. Blaine blushes and changes direction, making Kurt try to stifle a laugh.
"Fine, right okay, so." He turns and waves a hand behind him. "Living room, TV area here." Kurt nods, appreciating the décor and the intricate stone fireplace. "There is a little breakfast nook back here," he says, turning to show Kurt. "But the best is that door there, leads to a private terrace outside. It’s nice to be able to sit outside and have breakfast, kinda watch the city wake up..." He says, blushing a bit. His hand goes to the back of his neck and he scratches, feeling nervous somehow but plowing on.
"Okay and kitchen, complete with a thousand appliances that I don't even know what they do," he admits, showing the room off to Kurt. "And okay this way is my office and library which is just boring so then upstairs..."
"Upstairs?" Kurt squeaks. He's still stuck on the kitchen, mind racing with all the possibilities. "I need to use that kitchen, Blaine. I need to."
Blaine laughs as they head up the stairs. "Well, you are welcome to any time. Hey, you can make me waffles."
"Oh, forget waffles. I'm thinking... banana cream frittatas? Oh! I found a recipe for a parmesan and chive egg souffle I've been dying to-" Kurt's stream of words gets cut off when Blaine opens the door to the bedroom in front of him. "Oh. Wow."
Blaine's bed is made and he has to admit, when he tries to consider the room from the perspective of someone who doesn't pass out drunk in it at least twice a month, it is a little over the top. The headboard of the bed is tall and elegant, but the mattress is the most comfortable thing Blaine could find, and the sheets are a ridiculously high thread count, a gift from his mother. "Yeah?"
Kurt steps forward, into the room. "It looks like a picture in a magazine."
"Well, it only looks like this after housekeeping has been here," Blaine laughs.
"Housekeeping?" Kurt chokes out, looking at Blaine incredulously. Blaine just blushes again and looks away. Kurt moves into the room, taking in his surroundings. The floor is a gorgeous deep, dark wood that matches the same wood as the bed, which is done up in gorgeous browns and creams; Kurt silently approves of the pinstriped duvet cover.
One side of the room has exposed white brick that plays nicely off the dark furniture and the wall behind the bed seems to be just one huge window looking out onto the buildings of New York city. Feeling overwhelmed, Kurt moves to the bed, needing to sit and take everything in.
"Blaine this is-"
"I mean, a lot of it came with the place. I did do some of the decorating here and there because some of the pieces in this apartment, good god they looked like they were left here from the eighteenth century and it needed some more modern pieces, but I'm not really a decorator or anything and I may have hired this lady to help me out a bit to find the right kind of stuff for my place and she had good ideas, but really I just wanted something that was comfortable and would suit me and didn't have to be high-end fashionable, but okay so some of this stuff is really stuffy; I don't blame you but-"
Kurt grabs Blaine, his hands on either side of the man's face as he pulls him into a fierce kiss to stop the neverending babbling.
When Kurt pulls back, Blaine blurts out, "The bed is great, too."
Kurt laughs at him, and gives him a look. "Smooth, Blaine."
Blaine's face heats up. How is it that Kurt can catch him off guard like this? "I just meant - uh. You know what? Gonna stop talking now."
By the end he's almost mumbling, but that's okay because Kurt gives him another kiss... and then walks backward to the bed, keeping eye contact with Blaine as he sits down on it. He gives a little bounce to test the mattress, and then lays back, breathing in deeply. "Oh, yes. Very nice."
Blaine's mouth goes dry as he stands and watches Kurt splay out on his bed and make low, moaning noises as he tests out the sheets and the give of the mattress.
"Kurt..." He starts to say but Kurt just grabs his hand and brings him closer to the bed and then finally down on it. Blaine's mind is going a mile a minute, trying to keep up and think of something cool and witty to say to keep Kurt in his bed, but he can't think of anything.
Kurt can see the flash of panic across Blaine's face and he takes pity on him, leaning in to kiss him very slowly.
"I didn't bring you here for this, you know that, right?" Blaine asks. He just wants to be sure - doesn't want the ghost of Santana's words confusing things for Kurt.
"I know," Kurt says. "But I came here for this."
Blaine thinks he really should stop and argue, maybe insist they go on a few more dates, at least make a pretense of spending the evening together for some reason besides this, but...
But he's weak and Kurt is hot and right now Kurt's tongue is doing this thing and he groans, falling back onto the bed. Kurt takes advantage of the position immediately, straddling Blaine, and from the size of the bulge in his jeans, Blaine thinks he's probably already hard.
Kurt growls softly and presses his hips down against Blaine's, grinding into him to release some pressure on his cock. His hands go to Blaine's hair, fingers disappearing in the curls as he holds Blaine's head still as he attacks his mouth. His tongue pushes in thick and hot as if he were fucking him, and he takes his time kissing Blaine until the boy is a messy, whimpering, shaking pile of need under him.
"So," Blaine laughs breathlessly. "I take it you approve of my decorating choices?"
Kurt laughs. He's on his side with his head propped in his hand, looking down at Blaine. He can see the roughness of stubble on Blaine's cheeks and how his pupil's are wide, how his lips are a little swollen and pinker now. He leans down and nips at that soft bottom lip and smiles when Blaine chases him back up for another kiss. "Yeah. It'll do."
"Well, I have a feeling you could do better, but some of us weren't born looking like we stepped out of a magazine shoot..."
"Oh," Kurt laughs. "I guess I was born this way. I certainly didn't get it from my dad... he lives in plaid."
"I bet you could pull even that off," Blaine says, stretching out. He's still hard, and not trying to hide it at all... but he's also not going to rush through this. If Kurt wants to talk too, they can talk. It's not usually how Blaine's encounters go, but Kurt isn't like anyone else, so there's no point in Blaine trying to guide things like he usually would.
"I bet you could pull this off," Kurt says, tugging at Blaine's button up. "Or maybe I could do it for you."
"I like that idea..."
Kurt gives him a look like he's waiting, and Blaine's eyes widen before he grabs at the shirt. He doesn't need to be told twice. He takes his time with each button, unwrapping Kurt as if he's the best present Blaine has ever seen (he is). Kurt shivers slightly under Blaine's gaze, feeling it hot and heavy on him. It doesn't take much more for him to feel turned on, and when Blaine finishes with his buttons, he's quick to push the shirt back and off, letting it fall to the bed behind him.
"Blaine..." He says softly, leaning in to nip at Blaine's neck before soothing over the bite with his tongue.
Blaine groans and his head falls back and Kurt uses that to his advantage. He presses into the other man and lets his teeth and tongue do lovely work his neck.
"I want... I need..." Blaine doesn't want to move but he wants both of them undressed, so he wriggles away from Kurt's grasp long enough to even the playing field.
Kurt could look at Blaine for hours. Tanned skin, so perfect, chest hair dusted across not too thick but soft and ticklish when he nuzzles a bit, licks over to Blaine's nipple. It's sensitive, something Kurt files away, because he could get addicted to the kind of noise it stirs out of Blaine.
Blaine's hands are wandering just as much, over the smooth milky plane of Kurt's back. "God your skin is amazing," Blaine groans.
Kurt just laughs because, well, yes, it is, but he'd really rather Blaine think that was perfectly natural rather than a careful combination of the best products he can afford. Blaine, on the other hand, is perfectly as he was made - the swell of his bicep under Kurt's lips, the warmth and saltiness of his skin, even the pounding of his heart when Kurt rests his head right there is titillating right now.
Blaine groans and reaches out to him, but Kurt keeps moving. He wants to taste Blaine's skin and see what kinds of noises he can pull out of him. He ducks his head lower and trails his tongue down the center of his stomach, letting it ruffle up the hair there leading lower.
Blaine groans louder and arches into Kurt's mouth, his hands falling away as he lets Kurt take his time and play with his body as he wants to.
Kurt's fingers come up to gently rub against Blaine's nipples and he begins to squirm on the bed at the delicious pressure and slight bit of pain.
"Are we--" Blaine stutters. "Are we doing this? Kurt? Because I need to know, if you don't want to... or if you want to wait... I can be that guy. I can be the gentleman. But I have my limits."
His fingers curl in Kurt's hair, utterly messing up his perfect hairdo, but for once Kurt doesn't seem overly concerned with appearance.
"Who says I want to stop?" Kurt asks as he continues to tease Blaine's body.
"I just wanted to make sure you were sure-" Blaine gasps out.
"Oh trust me, I'm definitely sure I want to see your amazing ass bouncing on my cock," Kurt replies, his voice deep and almost growling with need.
Blaine is momentarily speechless, because he'd sort of assumed that Kurt would need a little more coaxing - that he'd be proper, not a prude exactly but not... well... in none of Blaine's fantasies had Kurt busted out with the dirty talk before their clothes were even off.
And it is sexy as hell. He reaches down and grabs himself, squeezing through his pants. "Fuck, you can't just - shit, Kurt, that was hot."
Kurt is staring at him with raw appreciation in his eyes. "If just saying it makes you react like that, I can't wait to see how you look when you're actually doing it."
Kurt reaches out and traces a finger around Blaine's lips. He can feel shy with the potentiality of a new lover, but something about Blaine sets him off and lowers his inhibitions and just want to do everything with him; wants to see him fall apart from pleasure and be the one to put him back together again.
His other hand trails down to Blaine's pert ass, so perfect and round, and god Kurt cannot wait to feel it around his dick. He's tried imagining it at night with his hand wrapped around himself, but he just knows that the reality is going to be so much better.
"Strip for me," Kurt says quietly to Blaine, wanting to watch and touch as Blaine peels his layers off.
He doesn't make it a strip tease - maybe another time when he isn't quite so keyed up. Right now he just does what Kurt asked; just strips - quickly and efficiently, leaving himself bare and there for Kurt to see.
He feels a momentary, uncharacteristic flush of self-consciousness. Is he muscular enough? Too hairy? He knows he's short, compact - does Kurt expect more? But then his eyes meet Kurt's and he can tell instantly that Kurt isn't unhappy with what he sees, and Blaine’s ego is soothed. He crawls back toward Kurt. "Your turn now."
Blaine waits for Kurt to start undressing but Kurt doesn't move, not yet. His hands reach out to sweep over the large expanse of skin, taking it all in and enjoying everything that he can now see and feel and touch. Kurt groans and falls forward, his mouth on Blaine's chest as he presses light kisses and soft bites to him.
Blaine gasps and arches up into Kurt's mouth as his hand reaches down to thread through his hair. "Kurt-" he starts to say, his voice wobbling. "I want-" He gasps hard when Kurt's tongue traces down his ribs. And who knew he was so ticklish there? "I want to see you," he finally says a bit stronger, working on getting control of himself.
"Yes..." Kurt murmurs against Blaine's skin, agreeing with him. With one last fond nip, he pulls back and away from Blaine. He slips off the bed, keeping his eyes on Blaine's as he takes his time to slowly peel each layer off, making Blaine pant and whine with need at each bit of revealed skin.
Blaine's spent a pretty good amount of time fantasizing about what Kurt keeps tucked away under those undeniably sexy, fashion-forward ensembles he prides himself on... but it doesn't hold a candle to the reality.
His skin is pale and just begs for marking, his chest is... not bulky, but Kurt takes care of himself. He's tight and compact, dancer's muscles showing themselves.
And when his pants come off... Blaine bites back a moan. Kurt can see the reaction, can sense it, and it might be juvenile but he gets a charge out of knowing that Blaine didn't expect this but he likes it. Kurt has... well, nothing to be ashamed of.
Blaine's eyes remain on Kurt's cock as he licks his lips unconsciously. Kurt's smirk grows as he reaches down to slowly run a hand over himself and take his cock in a loose grip, stroking slowly. Blaine groans and his eyes widen; Kurt loves it.
"You're... fuck," Blaine breathes.
"What?" Kurt says, wanting to hear him say it.
"You're fucking big," Blaine says honestly. Kurt can't stop the chuckle that comes at that, but he likes it.
Part of him will always be self-conscious about this, because he knows big is too big for some people... he's avoided locker rooms and situations where he'd have to change in front of people because he just didn't want the extra attention, even if it came from a place of jealousy.
Right now he wants the attention though. He wants Blaine's eyes on him, huge and lusting. He reaches out and grabs Blaine's hand and lowers it to himself.
"I-I mean, I could tell you were, but I thought maybe it was just..." Blaine groans as his fingers wrap around Kurt, starting a slow steady stroking up and down, and fuck, it feels even bigger in his hand.
Kurt groans softly and thrusts into Blaine's hand, biting down on his lip when his grip gets tighter and more sure. "Nope, all me," he replies. He reaches out and wraps his hands around Blaine's face, tilting it back so he can swoop in and press his lips to Blaine's. He wants to feel everything about this man, do so many things to him and see how he responds.
"Do you want-? I want you-" Blaine gasps in between each kiss, unable to finish his thought as he keeps pushing back against Kurt's lips, swiping his tongue into the other man's mouth to taste him. "God, fuck me," he says, almost begging as his fist tightens around Kurt.
"Yeah, yes," Kurt groans, thick and hard in Blaine's grasp. "Where's the lube?"
Blaine finds it hard to tear himself away from Kurt long enough to grab it, but he pulls the half empty bottle from under his pillow where he'd stashed it the day before.
Kurt laughs. "Convenient..."
Blaine makes a note to be embarrassed about that later. For now, he thrusts the bottle at Kurt. "Please, please."
"Yeah," Kurt agrees, leaning in to kiss him hard. He wraps his fingers around the lube and flicks his thumb on the top to open it, pouring a bit in his hand. It takes monumental effort to pull back from Blaine's lips, his breath panting as he looks down at Blaine, lips swollen and flush all over his face and down further across his chest.
"You are so gorgeous," Kurt murmurs, reaching out to brush his hair back. He smiles down at Blaine as he scoots back, pushing his legs open a bit.
Blaine grabs a pillow and pushes it under his hips, giving Kurt more room to work. He's definitely not a virgin, but he knows he's going to need some stretching to be able to take Kurt.
Kurt loves this, loves the look on Blaine's face - fucking needy - as Kurt slicks the lube around his hole and then dips a finger inside, teasing, not giving Blaine nearly what he needs. Blaine just keeps moving and tries to thrust down onto the finger, whimpering for more, whimpering for Kurt, for his cock, already - too soon, much too soon - and Kurt needs to get three fingers in him at least before he even tries that, but it's still nice to hear.
He finds Blaine's cock and grasps it, not stroking but giving Blaine a tight slickened fist to thrust up into, something to distract him and placate him. "God, look at you," Kurt breathes.
Blaine blinks up at him, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "No, look at you."
"Me? Pfft," Kurt says, shaking his head. "But you..." He licks his lips at how Blaine's legs open wider as he presses a second finger into him. "You want it so bad. So shameless too." He surges forward and brushes his lips over Blaine's. "So good like this Blaine, you look so good."
He slowly begins to move the two fingers in Blaine faster and a bit harder as he works them in and around, stretching Blaine nice and slow.
"I want you." Blaine remembers the filthy words coming out of Kurt's mouth just minutes before and he wonders if Kurt likes hearing it as much as he does saying it. "I want your cock. I want you to fuck me...so hard. I want to be sitting in my office tomorrow and close my eyes and feel you. You gonna fuck me, Kurt?"
Kurt nods wordlessly, but he rewards Blaine's sudden bout of vocal appreciation with a third finger in his ass. It makes Blaine gasp sharply and writhe.
"I want everything about you. I want to suck you. Fuck, Kurt, I want to get my mouth around you."
Kurt groans and lets his head drop down, forehead on Blaine's shoulder as he pushes his fingers in a bit harder than before.
"Fuck-" Blaine groans, hissing slightly and lifting up off the pillows before then relaxing and pushing down on them, taking them deeper into his body. "Yeah, you like that? Me wrapping my lips around your cock? God, I bet you'd taste so fucking good," he pants, just letting himself ramble anything that comes to mind.
"You..." Kurt's voice cracks a bit, even on the one little syllable. "You need to shut up before I embarrass myself."
"Oh, Kurt..." Blaine pauses to groans. "There is... there is literally nothing you could do that would embarrass yourself at this point. Consider me won over. Totally... fucking completely... won over... oh god, please."
Kurt is teasingly close to his prostate, and Blaine really just wants his fingers there; he wants the pleasure spiking through him that he knows Kurt could give him.
But Kurt just dances around it, not giving it to him just yet. He wants to take his time with Blaine; he wants to prolong this as much as possible, and considering their already far gone states, Kurt fears it won't take much for either of them.
Kurt takes a moment and adds more lube to his fingers and moves his fingers more, stretching Blaine further, making sure that he's open enough for his cock.
"Fuck Kurt, please," Blaine begs. He doesn't want any more fingers, he wants Kurt's cock.
"Need to make sure you're prepared enough," Kurt explains panting, but Blaine shakes his head, feeling like he's ready now, willing to take the slight stretch and burn from having Kurt inside him.
"I'm ready, I'm so ready," Blaine pleads. "I need it."
His hands grasp at Kurt's hips, fingertip bruises marking into pale skin. He wants to see those bruises tomorrow, to kiss them while he pays Kurt back for the teasing he's undergoing right now.
"Ride me," Kurt says, because he's done this enough times to know that it's easiest that way. He doesn't want to hurt Blaine, and he doesn't trust that Blaine really is ready, but this will tell him - and he can look at Blaine's face, watch Blaine while Blaine fucks himself on Kurt's cock.
Blaine's head bobs up and down in an enthusiastic nod. Kurt rolls onto his back, grabbing a condom from the drawer and quickly opening and sliding it down onto himself before Blaine is there and straddling him right away, reaching down to hold Kurt in place and guide himself down.
Blaine lets his head fall back and he gasps as he slides down on Kurt. There is pain there, a burning as his body hurries to accommodate Kurt's width.
"Fuck," he groans, stilling himself and needing to take a moment to relax.
Kurt's hands are on Blaine's hips but he just rubs them in a circle slowly, just letting him know that he's there for him. "You look so gorgeous," he whispers, looking up at the other man, already flushed and sweating as he takes Kurt's cock.
Blaine's cock has softened a little with the effort and hint of pain that comes with sliding down onto Kurt, so Kurt makes it his mission to provide a different kind of distraction. He wraps his hand around Blaine and strokes up and down slowly, enough to get Blaine's blood pumping there again. His other hand cups Blaine's balls, rolling them in his palms, squeezing just a little in a way that makes Blaine gasp. Then his fingers are inching back, feeling the lube slickening the skin around Blaine's stretched hole, Kurt's fingers actually brushing against himself and feeling his cock through the condom.
Blaine gasps and slips down a few more inches.
"God you're so tight," Kurt groans as Blaine slides down a bit more. He has to close his eyes to focus on anything to keep from coming. Blaine feels so tight and so hot around his cock, feels like he's the first one to do this to Blaine.
"Your dick is just ridiculously huge," Blaine pants, biting down on his bottom lip.
Kurt smirks. "You're not too bad yourself."
And it's true - he's smaller than Kurt, but perfect for Kurt to wrap his fingers around and jerk. Perfect for his mouth, too, Kurt thinks. "I want you to fuck my mouth later. I want you to come down my throat."
Blaine shudders, and the feeling of his body tightening and rippling is just fucking perfect around Kurt's cock.
Blaine closes his eyes and pushes down hard, having Kurt fill him completely, suddenly.
"Oh fuck," Kurt gasps, his eyes widening and his hand stopping on Blaine's cock as Blaine wails above him. He reaches up and holds onto Blaine's hips, just holding him steady and down around his cock for a moment, letting them both take a moment to adjust to each other.
Blaine has to think of something to stop himself from moving. He needs some kind of distraction, he knows his body needs to stretch and Kurt looks two seconds away from losing it. Blaine isn't ready for this to be over. He's not sure he'll ever be ready for it to be over. This is the best sex Blaine has ever had. He's already sure of that. Kurt isn't even technically the best lover - Blaine's had plenty with more experience that just went in for the kill without mercy.
But god, something about him, Kurt, every single little thing he does is ten times hotter to Blaine than the last dozen guys Blaine has slept with. Kurt's even graceful like this, he's fucking gorgeous like this - sweat beading his forehead, hairdo completely in disarray, skin flushed...
Kurt realizes that Blaine is staring at him then, just staring at him, and suddenly self-consciousness hits. "What?"
Blaine smiles and reaches out to run his fingers over Kurt’s cheeks and then through his hair. He can't say what he feels so he just leans down, gasping slightly when Kurt shifts inside him, and presses his lips to Kurt's.
Kurt groans and opens his mouth to Blaine as Blaine's tongue pushes past his lips and curls around his own tongue, teasing and stroking at him.
"Move," Blaine mumbles against Kurt's lips. He wants Kurt to control this; he wants to give Kurt every opportunity to see that Blaine is baring himself here, that he means this.
Kurt grunts when he starts to fuck Blaine, not even realizing it. He'd be embarrassed if he were paying attention, but the only person noticing the noises coming out of his mouth is Blaine, and Blaine loves every little whine, whimper, and gasp.
Blaine runs his finger through Kurt's hair, tugging lightly on it. He knows how particular Kurt is about it and he is taking advantage of things now to play with it. He gives a particularly hard tug and gasps when Kurt growls and thrusts in harder. His eyes widen when he realizes how much he must like it and does it once more but harder this time.
Right now there isn't much Blaine could do that would be a turnoff except stop, but the hair pulling is a particular favorite of Kurt's. He has the urge to spill all of his dirty secrets right now: that he likes being marked, likes feeling owned, wants Blaine to just use him.
Blaine is off to a good start without needing any hints, though. He is screwing himself on Kurt’s cock like his life depends on it, bruising kisses on Kurt's mouth.
Kurt's head falls back as he just let's go of any restraint he had and thrusts his hips into Blaine's. He holds Blaine's hips and pulls him down as Blaine rolls his body, pushing Kurt in deeper than before.
"Gonna- fuck, Blaine," Kurt gasps, his eyes wide. Blaine leans over, licking up Kurt's long, pale neck to whisper into his ear.
"Do it, god do it, Kurt. I want to see you come so hard." He sucks Kurt's earlobe into his mouth, and that's the only other stimulation Kurt needs, he thrusts up and buries himself completely in Blaine's ass as he lets go, voicing out his pleasure as he comes.
Blaine is still rock hard, but when he tried to reach for himself to get off Kurt, still wrapped in the final spasms of a truly mind blowing orgasm, he bats his hand away.
"No, me," Kurt says weakly. "I mean, I wanna."
Blaine lets his hand fall away and groans, thrusting up hard when Kurt touches him.
Kurt just watches Blaine in the throes of pleasure, his eyes closed and mouth open. Kurt doesn't think he has seen anything more perfect in his life.
Blaine gasps and cries out as his hips stutter and he comes hard all over Kurt's stomach.
Blaine drops down on Kurt, not caring one bit about the mess between them or the fact that kurt's cock is still buried inside of him.
"Oh my God," he groans, managing to turn his head enough to press a kiss to Kurt's shoulder. When he speaks his voice is slightly slurred. "Let's do that again. A lot. Always."
"Need a few minutes first," he mumbles into Blaine's shoulder, nuzzling into his neck. He feels sluggish and lazy and good. He never wants to move away, ever.
He wraps his arms around Blaine's body to pull him closer and lets his eyes close.
They nap, though Blaine isn't quite sure how long for. He gingerly lifts himself off of Kurt, shushing Kurt's little whine at the parting.
He limps into the bathroom and cleans up the lube and come and take care of the condom, then dampens a cloth and goes to take care of Kurt.
He feels a pang at the sight of Kurt with his eyes peacefully closed, a smile on his mouth. Blaine knows he isn't asleep so he doesn't hesitate to curl up in bed beside him once they're both wiped clean. "Hey there, beautiful."
Kurt turns his head and smiles at him, reaching over to cup Blaine's face and lean in to kiss him. "Hey," he responds, lips still on Blaine's. He's feeling lightheaded and fuzzy still and enjoying it.
Blaine chuckles at him and leans in, rubbing his nose against Kurt's and smiling.
Kurt smiles. "Hey, Blaine?"
Blaine blinks at him. "Yeah?"
Kurt can barely say it without giggling. "I like your house."
Blaine rolls over and starts to giggle. "Kurt? I am very, very glad to hear that."
"Yeah," Kurt agrees. "I may have to start a lengthy and passionate love affair with it."
Blaine stares at Kurt for a moment before realizing that he is serious. "Well, it does like to be courted," he says slowly, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him in close.
"Mm I can do that. I can woo your penthouse."
"My penthouse should be so lucky." Blaine leans in and gives Kurt a smacking kiss on the mouth, cupping his face in his hands.
"Yeah? I Think I'm the lucky one. This is a very nice penthouse. I feel good about my future with your furnishings." Kurt gives him a shy smile back.
"I think you improve the quality of my furnishings just being in them."
"Mm and being in other things," Kurt says with a smirk and a lewd thrust of the hips. He can't keep it up though and starts laughing.
"God, yes," Blaine groans. He clenches his ass and he can feel the throb of soreness. "I love your cock. Is it too soon to say that? Are we at that place yet? Because I do."
His voice deepens with sincerity and he reaches down to palm Kurt's soft cock, impressive even when it isn't hard.
Kurt blushes slightly and has to drop his gaze. He can feel his cock give a valiant attempt to fill, but it's too soon.
He likes that Blaine likes his cock. It definitely strokes his ego. Growing up he always felt self conscious about being so much bigger than every other guy in the locker room after he got made fun of so much.
Blaine isn't really angling for more sex just let, luckily. He has another sort of growing need. "Let's call in dinner. Room service isn't bad here, but it you want something different I can have the hotel send someone to pick us up something."
He runs his hand up and down Kurt's chest. He is still a bit afraid that Kurt will say he needs to leave now, which is funny since it’s usually this point at which Blaine is offering his "guests" a shower and then gently guiding them to the door. Most of the the time they don't need much guiding.
"Your apartment gets room service?" Kurt asks, lifting his head. He groans and lets it flop back on the pillow. "Not leaving ever," he mumbles into it without really thinking.
Blaine's smile is huge and blinding, and he tries not to let Kurt see it too much. He is perfectly fine with that right now. He leans over and presses a kiss to Blaine's bare shoulder. "So room service then, yes?"
"Yes." Kurt, feeling indulgent at the moment, says and then adds: "Something expensive."
Blaine just laughs and doesn't point out that everything here is sort of expensive.
He leaves the bed long enough to grab a menu from where it lives in the drawer in his living room. Kurt peruses it briefly and decides on a duck dish, something with a sauce that Kurt has wanted to try but never been brave enough to make.
Blaine orders a cheeseburger and fries. The guys in the kitchen know just how he likes it. He adds a dessert and a bottle of wine as an afterthought. It might not be a conventional date but he doesn't think some additional wooing will hurt.
Kurt reluctantly leaves Blaine’s unbelievably soft bed long enough to pad down to the bathroom and slip into the shower to clean up. He pulls on his boxers but takes a second look at his jeans, really not wanting to put his clothes back on all the way.
"I thought we might have a lazy time in," Blaine says with a smile to Kurt from where he is sitting on the freshly made, newly sheeted bed.
Kurt smiles and pulls his undershirt on, not about to be as brazen as Blaine and lay around shirtless.
Kurt looks younger with his hair freshly washed and unstyled. Blaine has an urge to reach over and kiss his forehead, curl himself into Kurt and not let go.
So he does. "Cuddle," he orders, voice a touch petulant.
Kurt laughs and sort of looks disbelieving, but he pets, wrapping his arms around Blaine. They stay like that, not really talking, occasionally trading kisses, until there is a chime at the door that lets them know the food has arrived.
Kurt is still starving but is also sort of disappointed.
He flips back in the bed, curling up a bit as he waits for Blaine to come back.
Blaine pays the man and brings the food back to bed, not bothering with plates and glasses but preferring to just eat right out of the small, designer take-out boxes.
Kurt gives him a look, but Blaine just grins hugely and climbs back into the bed and into Kurt.
"This is uncivilized," Kurt says, thinking almost longingly of the expensive dishes in Blaine's kitchen and the nice dining room table.
But, on the other hand, Blaine is in the bed and that kind of wins out. Kurt primly sits up and uses his napkin and tries to be as neat a possible. Blaine just digs into his cheeseburger.
When his food is half gone, Kurt starts eyeing the little dessert box Blaine hasn’t opened yet.
Blaine notices Kurt eyeing the box and grins to himself, just waiting for Kurt to give in and look. He takes his time eating before Kurt finally caves and opens the box to find a huge piece of cheesecake nestled inside.
"Ooh you know me so well already," Kurt groans.
Blaine's ears perk up at the groan. Along with other parts.
"Yeah?" Blaine's grin gets bigger. "I guess the next step is to learn what fruit toppings you like best."
Kurt leans in and gives Blaine a kiss before he goes for the cheesecake, showing great restraint in waiting.
He attacks it with his fork but leans over and offers Blaine the first bite. Blaine's eyes remain on him as he wraps his mouth around the fork, accepting the cheesecake.
"Mm," he murmurs, tongue flicking out over his lips. Kurt can't help himself and falls in the rest of the way to press their lips together, kissing him hotly.
"I like your version of sharing." Blaine does the same, offering Kurt a bite.
Kurt sort of feels like this is surreal - a completely gorgeous guy feeding him dessert in bed after truly amazing sex.
And if he's lucky there will be more amazing sex afterward. He really, really hopes he is that lucky.