(Fic) Let Me Take Care of You
"Tell me what's wrong," Kurt said gently, slightly above a whisper. Moments after Blaine finished his rendition of Cough Syrup, his boyfriend instincts kicked in immediately.
"It's nothing," Blaine replied in his sharp tone, much too quickly for Kurt's comfort. He knew his boyfriend all too well. Blaine would go days if not weeks smiling and acting as if his life was just peachy, only to become so overwhelmed that he snaps. He lets things, even the most mundane, build up to a point where Kurt mentally prepares himself for his boyfriend's outbursts.
Blaine knows better than to look into Kurt's absolutely beautiful yet terrifying eyes that say "I know you well enough to know that you are definitely not okay." In fact, he doesn't even need to look at him to know exactly what he's thinking. He knows that his boyfriend knows that something has been bothering him. Not something, but many things. With a deep sigh, Blaine runs his hands over his face, wiping off a thin sheet of sweat. This was a common practice between the both of them, and his boyfriend would absolutely not back down until he spoke up. He both loved and hated the power that Kurt had over him. "I just -- it's just been -- I can't --", Blaine searched for something, anything to say.
"Hey, shh, it's okay," Kurt stood from his stool after seeing the stormy look from the younger boy's eyes. He slowly approached Blaine, gently placing both of his palms on his cheeks, his thumbs caressing his temples. Blaine leaned in to the touch, closing his eyes and letting out a shaky breath. Kurt guided the distressed boy to the stool, his boyfriend giving no protest. When he sat down, Kurt began massaging his shoulders, trying to relieve as much tension as he could.
"Coop is flying in from Philadelphia next Wednesday," he began. Kurt continued rubbing his shoulders without a word. "Apparently, his best friend from high school is getting married, so he'll be in town for about a week. I just," Blaine closed his eyes, searching for the right words to say, "I just, I've really missed him and I haven't seen him in, what, almost four years?" Cooper was the first person Blaine trusted to come out to, and it was one of the best decisions of his life. His brother was his only true support system before Kurt. Unfortunately, he left for college not three months after he came out to his parents. His brother took a few days off college when he heard the news about the Sadie Hawkins dance, but he was in a hospital bed, either unconscious or heavily medicated to remember Cooper even being there. "I know it might sound dumb, but what if he is different? What if I introduce you to him and he changes his mind or something? I'm just scared I guess. Like, what if, I don't know, the first person who ever accepted me decides I'm some kind of freak and that I 'shame the Anderson name'?" He flinched, remembering his father's devastating words.
"Honey, I love you, but I know you're not that oblivious to think that's even a possibility," Kurt stopped rubbing circles on his lower back and turned to face him. He lifted Blaine's chin so that they met each other's eyes, "I've never met your brother, but from how highly you speak of him, I love him almost as much as you do," he smiled genuinely, resulting in a tender laugh from his boyfriend. He wiped the single tear rolling down his boyfriend's before grabbing his hand and leading him into a quiet corner of the auditorium. He gave Blaine a look that he knew quite well, his eyes saying "let me take care of you." With a small nod, he gave in.
Kurt gently sandwiched his boyfriend between his body and a wall, intertwining both of their hands, and raising Blaine's arms above his head. He lightly brushed his lips over his, earning his boyfriend a shaky sigh. "Please," Blaine breathed out, barely audible even at their short distance. Kurt nodded, pressing his body flush against the other. He licked a line from his collar bone to right below his left ear. Blaine's breaths were becoming increasingly more shallow as Kurt began sucking his ear lobe. He gasped when he felt his boyfriend become hard beneath his hip, grinding unconsciously. They moaned simultaneously when their cocks came in contact through several layers of denim and cotton.
What began as gentle and tentative quickly turned into rough and passionate lust with every brush of the tongue. Every touch was fired with intense bolts of electricity. Kurt tightened his grip of both of Blaine's wrists above his head with one hand while his other explored South. He smiled in victory when his palm reached his desired destiny. Blaine immediately broke off their kiss, eliciting a loud and desperate cry that went straight from Kurt's ears to his cock. And then, Kurt was gone. His brain completely shut down and his body took over.
He released his grip from Blaine's arms and instinctively began working on his pants. Belt; check. Button; check. Zipper; check. He swiftly pulled down his boyfriend's pants and underwear in one quick movement, eagerly gripping his rockhard cock. Without fail, Blaine gasped for air as if he were emerging from water. Kurt gave him one last lingering kiss before dropping to his knees. Blaine was extremely lightheaded, so much that he could barely see a foot in front of him. He was sure that he could faint at any given moment. As if on cue, he felt wet heat completely submerging his cock. Every other part of his body felt incredibly numb, the intense pleasure reducing him to tears. Kurt was suctioning the head of his painfully swollen dick as if he was forcing the come into his mouth.
Suddenly, Kurt stopped moving. Blaine allowed himself to look down into his boyfriend's pleading eyes, completely submitting to Blaine. Without saying a word, Kurt was giving him permission, tilting his head back and relaxing his throat. Blaine raked his fingers into his boyfriend's silky hair and slowly guided his cock in and out of Kurt's mouth. It was a sight that he could only describe as majestic. His boyfriend's glassy blue eyes hadn't once broken contact with his. His lips were cherry red and swollen. Blaine couldn't help but pick up his pace, finding a rhythm that gave him utter bliss all the while making Kurt comfortable. His boyfriend's name naturally fell from his lips as he watched a beautiful sight of Kurt rubbing himself over his jeans.
His movements along with his breathing became increasingly erratic as his voice became louder and and higher, repeating "Kurt" and "fuck" and "so close" over and over until he finally fell over the edge, feeling the ecstasy of icy hot pleasure coursing his veins and overwhelming his every nerve ending. This feeling seemed to last forever but end far too soon. His limbs completely gave out on him as he slumped down against the auditorium wall, his lungs burning as if he had just finished a marathon. He snapped out of his haze when he heard his boyfriend's all-too-familiar yet always beautiful voice wash over him.
"I'll take that goofy grin as a sign that you're not angry anymore," Kurt rasped out, his voice an octave lower. Blaine didn't even realize that he was smiling until his boyfriend not so subtly pointed it out. They both giggled bashfully while still trying to regain composure. Kurt scooted forward to lean his back against the wall next to his boyfriend. They linked their fingers together as Blaine rested his head against Kurt's shoulder.
"Why are you so good to me?" Blaine turned his head slightly to meet his boyfriend's eyes, knowing exactly what the answer was. It was always the same answer.
"Because you're my boyfriend and I love you and it's my job to make you happy," Kurt smiled adoringly, "and if I'm not making you happy, but I'm doing a terrible job at being your boyfriend."
"I'll keep that in mind in case I have to fire you one day," he laughed.
Kurt looked at him dead in the eye with a serious tone, "I hope that day never comes."
Blaine lifted their joined hands and kissed his boyfriend's palm, "It Won't."
After a small wave of comfortable silence, Kurt spoke up, "So, you want to talk about your brother?"
"What about him?" Blaine asked, looking genuinely confused.
"Oh, nothing," he smirked. Hook, line, and sinker. Blaine doesn't need cough syrup to feel better. His method works like a charm every single time.