Fic: Desperate Endeavor (6/?)
Title: Desperate Endeavor - 6/?
Genre: Angst / AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Brittany/Tina (side pairing)
Summary: AU - Kurt calls an escort service and gets a little more than he bargained for in the boy they send. He may be falling for Blaine but he isn't going to let his life become a "Pretty Woman" type cliche.
Kurt Hummel was an addict.
It took him one week to cave and call the escort agency again. He knew that Blaine would be annoyed but he needed to see him. He didn’t even want to have sex with him; he just needed to know more about him. He needed Blaine like a starving man. It was making him sick and interfering with his work. If he didn’t at least get some kind of closure he was going to lose his job.
The doorbell rang and he found himself face-to-face with Blaine again. “Hello Kurt,” he said softly. He did not seem at all pleased with Kurt calling for him again. “I’m surprised that you called. What would you like to do tonight?”
The cold detachment in his voice made Kurt a little nauseous, but he carefully led Blaine inside. “I don’t know what I want Blaine,” he said, as they entered the house. He moved Blaine towards the bedroom. Blaine looked at Kurt, his eyes still very dark. “I just know that I couldn’t take your advice and stop calling for you. I don’t care if it’s going to be the ruin of me. I’m falling in love with you.”
He didn’t like the fact that those words came pouring out of his mouth so soon. He wasn’t in love with Blaine. No. That was stupid. He was just curious about the boy who had lived so close to him, lived a parallel life to his and yet had ended up a prostitute where Kurt had achieved all of his childhood dreams.
“You are not falling in love with me,” Blaine said firmly, sitting down on Kurt’s bed and stripping off his shirt, as though the action would make a point. “I am nothing but a whore you’ve grown an attachment to. I think it’s cute, Kurt, so cute, but it is not anything close to love. I don’t like to hear those words. You paid to have sex and I’m here to have sex with you.”
Kurt could literally hear his heart breaking underneath his chest. Blaine was so jaded, so hurt. He could see the pain in his clear brown eyes. He crawled over to the bed next to his and tilted his head upward. He pressed his lips to Blaine and kissed him slowly. He enjoyed the brush of their lips but could not deny the pain underneath the tender kiss. “You have to finish telling me the story from last time,” he said, his voice as demanding as he could manage. “If you finish telling me the story, Blaine, we’ll have sex. I’ll rock your world in ways you can’t imagine and you’ll blow my mind again and again like you have before, but right now, I want to hear the rest of your story.”
Blaine shook his head. “Kurt, there’s no more to tell.”
“You stopped when your parents kicked you out and you ran before you could graduate from high school,” Kurt said seriously. “How did you come to this city and how did you become a prostitute? It’s a simple story and I’m paying you here.”
“It’s not such a simple story,” Blaine responded dryly. “I came to New York because I hoped that maybe my musical talent could overcome the fact that I was virtually penniless. Like most people who come to New York or Hollywood, or wherever they want to go to pursue their dreams I was instantly crushed. I was just some scruffy kid with no background, no connections, and honestly not enough talent to get by. I was homeless in a matter of weeks, running out of money to even pay for the cheap motel rooms I was living in.”
“How did you become a prostitute?”
Blaine sighed and rolled his eyes, rubbing a hand through his hair. “The first time I whored myself out it was by accident,” he said, a self-depreciating smile on his face. “I was lonely, scared to death and the only thing I could think of to do was slip into some seedy bar and pretend I was old enough to be there. Some guy bought me a drink and we started talking. He thought I was a prostitute and I wasn’t even broken yet. I…I didn’t convince him that he was wrong because he was offering enough to give me a couple of nights food and maybe somewhere to sleep. It wasn’t a bad idea, you know?”
Kurt’s heart hurt, just hearing those words come from him. “Oh Blaine,” he whispered.
“I lost my virginity to a man who paid me for it…”
Blaine looked at Kurt and Kurt could see that he was on the verge of tears. It was so horrible. Kurt reached out and took Blaine’s hand. Blaine didn’t pull away but he didn’t respond much to the gesture either. “I felt seedy, gross, taken and dirtied,” he admitted. “So cliché, right? I eventually listened around and found out about the agency. The owner really took to me and it’s been history ever since. I told you that it was a short story Kurt, even if it’s not a simple one.”
“Oh Blaine,” he said, leaning close and then slowly brushing his lips against the other boy’s in a kiss. It was gentle, chaste. “Your first time was taken away from you…that’s so unfair…”
“It wasn’t taken Kurt,” Blaine said, cupping the side of his face gently. “I gave it away because I was scared, hungry and afraid of sleeping on the streets. There’s a huge difference.”
“Not entirely,” Kurt said quietly. “You were forced Blaine and you shouldn’t blame yourself.”
Blaine shook his head but smiled sadly into the kiss. “What about you, Kurt? First time?”
Kurt shook his head a little bit. “My first time was with a friend I had in college,” he admitted. “We’re still pretty good friends but there was no spark, no love. I was a little jaded to the whole idea, honestly.”
“Why?” Blaine asked, as they kissed. It was so funny the way they were, intermingling their kisses with the heated questions.
“I was forcefully kissed by a bully in high school,” Kurt said, slowly. He paused in the kissing as the memory played out on the screen behind his eyes. “He was homophobic, yet closeted. I lost it one day and confronted him about his constant harassment. He turned around and pressed his lips to mine. I was a little jaded to my first time because well, my first kiss, which should have been so special, was completely stolen from me.”
Blaine’s eyes darkened. He then leaned over and kissed Kurt on the lips, harder than before. His hands slipped under Kurt’s shirt and he stripped it off so that the both of them were shirtless, chests pressed tight against each others. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and leaned his head into his shoulder. “I’m a firm believer in romance, though,” he said gently. “I believe that there’s one person out there for everyone. I believe in the magic of a kiss, a touch, all those little things.”
He pulled back a little and Blaine pressed him back to the bed, kissing him slowly, sensually. “I want to make you happy,” Blaine admitted, low. “I don’t know why. I haven’t cared about anyone except myself for the last five years. I want to make you happy and romance the crap out of you, but I just…I can’t…”
“You can for tonight,” Kurt assured, quietly. “I want you to give me romance.”
“It’s a lie.”
“Is it?” Kurt asked.
Blaine kissed his neck, sucking at the soft skin there. He slipped his hand down Kurt’s side and into the buttons of his pants, which he undid carefully. “Kurt, can I make love to you?” he asked with a desperate tone to his voice that caught Kurt in the chest. “I never…I never gave that to someone.”
Kurt was surprised at that. “Never?” he asked.
“No,” he mumbled softly. “Some of the other guys who work for the agency have had requests for them to, you know, top, but I never got that. I was scared I would because that’s one thing I haven’t given away to someone undeserving.”
“Please. I want you to make love to me,” he breathed.
Blaine slipped Kurt’s pants off and easily took off his own, leaving them both naked and pressed together. Kurt closed his eyes for a moment, just to take in the feeling of Blaine’s body next to his. He could feel the other boy’s steady heartbeat against his chest. It was one of the most romantic feelings in the world.
Blaine reached over to grab the lube, the condoms, standard fair, but instead of frantically preparing, he set them aside. He continued to kiss Kurt for a long time, just letting their lips drag against each other sensually. It was more about the love then the act.
Kurt winced a little bit as Blaine eventually did prepare him for the act because god, every sense was on fire. It was like he was about a million times more sensitive than usual. He was lit up by all the touching, the caressing, the loving. He was sure that he was glowing, as ridiculously cheesy as that was.
“You okay?”
“Never better - oh god Blaine.”
Kurt generally did not like to bottom when he had sex. It was a result of having one too many lover assume that feminine instantly equaled bottom, but oh god the feeling of it was amazing; he absolutely loved the slow drag and burn of Blaine pressing inside of him. He was ready to cry out, groping at Blaine’s shoulders, scratching lightly with the tips of his fingernails. Blaine moved slowly, almost hesitantly, but it was beautiful.
“Harder,” he said, wrapping his legs around Blaine’s torso. “Please, need a little more…”
Blaine gave him a little more. Kurt realized, with a rush of both fear and excitement that Blaine could not deny him. He wanted this as badly as Kurt did if not more. Blaine was falling too, Kurt knew that.
Kurt came first, when Blaine found the right angle and just pounded into that spot, leaving him breathless and gasping for air. It took awhile after of Blaine rocking slowly for him to come and Kurt just loved that vulnerable, open feeling of already being so shaken, his sensitive body being dragged further.
“I swear to everything I love you,” he mumbled against the man’s shoulder.
Blaine mumbled the words too. “God I love you Kurt,” he said and Kurt pretended not to hear, but he did.
It was a beautiful, magical moment but Blaine left right when he was supposed to again. “I don’t want you to call me anymore,” he told Kurt, before he left, looking him in the eyes, seriously. “I don’t want this moment to ever get jaded by money again. Can you handle that?”
Kurt looked into his eyes.
“On one condition.”
“What?” Blaine asked.
“You have to give me a place I can find you,” he said.
Hesitantly, Blaine nodded. “Bailey’s Bar on 5th Avenue. Hole in the wall. I’m there, a lot.”
Kurt let him go.
Genre: Angst / AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Brittany/Tina (side pairing)
Summary: AU - Kurt calls an escort service and gets a little more than he bargained for in the boy they send. He may be falling for Blaine but he isn't going to let his life become a "Pretty Woman" type cliche.
Kurt Hummel was an addict.
It took him one week to cave and call the escort agency again. He knew that Blaine would be annoyed but he needed to see him. He didn’t even want to have sex with him; he just needed to know more about him. He needed Blaine like a starving man. It was making him sick and interfering with his work. If he didn’t at least get some kind of closure he was going to lose his job.
The doorbell rang and he found himself face-to-face with Blaine again. “Hello Kurt,” he said softly. He did not seem at all pleased with Kurt calling for him again. “I’m surprised that you called. What would you like to do tonight?”
The cold detachment in his voice made Kurt a little nauseous, but he carefully led Blaine inside. “I don’t know what I want Blaine,” he said, as they entered the house. He moved Blaine towards the bedroom. Blaine looked at Kurt, his eyes still very dark. “I just know that I couldn’t take your advice and stop calling for you. I don’t care if it’s going to be the ruin of me. I’m falling in love with you.”
He didn’t like the fact that those words came pouring out of his mouth so soon. He wasn’t in love with Blaine. No. That was stupid. He was just curious about the boy who had lived so close to him, lived a parallel life to his and yet had ended up a prostitute where Kurt had achieved all of his childhood dreams.
“You are not falling in love with me,” Blaine said firmly, sitting down on Kurt’s bed and stripping off his shirt, as though the action would make a point. “I am nothing but a whore you’ve grown an attachment to. I think it’s cute, Kurt, so cute, but it is not anything close to love. I don’t like to hear those words. You paid to have sex and I’m here to have sex with you.”
Kurt could literally hear his heart breaking underneath his chest. Blaine was so jaded, so hurt. He could see the pain in his clear brown eyes. He crawled over to the bed next to his and tilted his head upward. He pressed his lips to Blaine and kissed him slowly. He enjoyed the brush of their lips but could not deny the pain underneath the tender kiss. “You have to finish telling me the story from last time,” he said, his voice as demanding as he could manage. “If you finish telling me the story, Blaine, we’ll have sex. I’ll rock your world in ways you can’t imagine and you’ll blow my mind again and again like you have before, but right now, I want to hear the rest of your story.”
Blaine shook his head. “Kurt, there’s no more to tell.”
“You stopped when your parents kicked you out and you ran before you could graduate from high school,” Kurt said seriously. “How did you come to this city and how did you become a prostitute? It’s a simple story and I’m paying you here.”
“It’s not such a simple story,” Blaine responded dryly. “I came to New York because I hoped that maybe my musical talent could overcome the fact that I was virtually penniless. Like most people who come to New York or Hollywood, or wherever they want to go to pursue their dreams I was instantly crushed. I was just some scruffy kid with no background, no connections, and honestly not enough talent to get by. I was homeless in a matter of weeks, running out of money to even pay for the cheap motel rooms I was living in.”
“How did you become a prostitute?”
Blaine sighed and rolled his eyes, rubbing a hand through his hair. “The first time I whored myself out it was by accident,” he said, a self-depreciating smile on his face. “I was lonely, scared to death and the only thing I could think of to do was slip into some seedy bar and pretend I was old enough to be there. Some guy bought me a drink and we started talking. He thought I was a prostitute and I wasn’t even broken yet. I…I didn’t convince him that he was wrong because he was offering enough to give me a couple of nights food and maybe somewhere to sleep. It wasn’t a bad idea, you know?”
Kurt’s heart hurt, just hearing those words come from him. “Oh Blaine,” he whispered.
“I lost my virginity to a man who paid me for it…”
Blaine looked at Kurt and Kurt could see that he was on the verge of tears. It was so horrible. Kurt reached out and took Blaine’s hand. Blaine didn’t pull away but he didn’t respond much to the gesture either. “I felt seedy, gross, taken and dirtied,” he admitted. “So cliché, right? I eventually listened around and found out about the agency. The owner really took to me and it’s been history ever since. I told you that it was a short story Kurt, even if it’s not a simple one.”
“Oh Blaine,” he said, leaning close and then slowly brushing his lips against the other boy’s in a kiss. It was gentle, chaste. “Your first time was taken away from you…that’s so unfair…”
“It wasn’t taken Kurt,” Blaine said, cupping the side of his face gently. “I gave it away because I was scared, hungry and afraid of sleeping on the streets. There’s a huge difference.”
“Not entirely,” Kurt said quietly. “You were forced Blaine and you shouldn’t blame yourself.”
Blaine shook his head but smiled sadly into the kiss. “What about you, Kurt? First time?”
Kurt shook his head a little bit. “My first time was with a friend I had in college,” he admitted. “We’re still pretty good friends but there was no spark, no love. I was a little jaded to the whole idea, honestly.”
“Why?” Blaine asked, as they kissed. It was so funny the way they were, intermingling their kisses with the heated questions.
“I was forcefully kissed by a bully in high school,” Kurt said, slowly. He paused in the kissing as the memory played out on the screen behind his eyes. “He was homophobic, yet closeted. I lost it one day and confronted him about his constant harassment. He turned around and pressed his lips to mine. I was a little jaded to my first time because well, my first kiss, which should have been so special, was completely stolen from me.”
Blaine’s eyes darkened. He then leaned over and kissed Kurt on the lips, harder than before. His hands slipped under Kurt’s shirt and he stripped it off so that the both of them were shirtless, chests pressed tight against each others. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and leaned his head into his shoulder. “I’m a firm believer in romance, though,” he said gently. “I believe that there’s one person out there for everyone. I believe in the magic of a kiss, a touch, all those little things.”
He pulled back a little and Blaine pressed him back to the bed, kissing him slowly, sensually. “I want to make you happy,” Blaine admitted, low. “I don’t know why. I haven’t cared about anyone except myself for the last five years. I want to make you happy and romance the crap out of you, but I just…I can’t…”
“You can for tonight,” Kurt assured, quietly. “I want you to give me romance.”
“It’s a lie.”
“Is it?” Kurt asked.
Blaine kissed his neck, sucking at the soft skin there. He slipped his hand down Kurt’s side and into the buttons of his pants, which he undid carefully. “Kurt, can I make love to you?” he asked with a desperate tone to his voice that caught Kurt in the chest. “I never…I never gave that to someone.”
Kurt was surprised at that. “Never?” he asked.
“No,” he mumbled softly. “Some of the other guys who work for the agency have had requests for them to, you know, top, but I never got that. I was scared I would because that’s one thing I haven’t given away to someone undeserving.”
“Please. I want you to make love to me,” he breathed.
Blaine slipped Kurt’s pants off and easily took off his own, leaving them both naked and pressed together. Kurt closed his eyes for a moment, just to take in the feeling of Blaine’s body next to his. He could feel the other boy’s steady heartbeat against his chest. It was one of the most romantic feelings in the world.
Blaine reached over to grab the lube, the condoms, standard fair, but instead of frantically preparing, he set them aside. He continued to kiss Kurt for a long time, just letting their lips drag against each other sensually. It was more about the love then the act.
Kurt winced a little bit as Blaine eventually did prepare him for the act because god, every sense was on fire. It was like he was about a million times more sensitive than usual. He was lit up by all the touching, the caressing, the loving. He was sure that he was glowing, as ridiculously cheesy as that was.
“You okay?”
“Never better - oh god Blaine.”
Kurt generally did not like to bottom when he had sex. It was a result of having one too many lover assume that feminine instantly equaled bottom, but oh god the feeling of it was amazing; he absolutely loved the slow drag and burn of Blaine pressing inside of him. He was ready to cry out, groping at Blaine’s shoulders, scratching lightly with the tips of his fingernails. Blaine moved slowly, almost hesitantly, but it was beautiful.
“Harder,” he said, wrapping his legs around Blaine’s torso. “Please, need a little more…”
Blaine gave him a little more. Kurt realized, with a rush of both fear and excitement that Blaine could not deny him. He wanted this as badly as Kurt did if not more. Blaine was falling too, Kurt knew that.
Kurt came first, when Blaine found the right angle and just pounded into that spot, leaving him breathless and gasping for air. It took awhile after of Blaine rocking slowly for him to come and Kurt just loved that vulnerable, open feeling of already being so shaken, his sensitive body being dragged further.
“I swear to everything I love you,” he mumbled against the man’s shoulder.
Blaine mumbled the words too. “God I love you Kurt,” he said and Kurt pretended not to hear, but he did.
It was a beautiful, magical moment but Blaine left right when he was supposed to again. “I don’t want you to call me anymore,” he told Kurt, before he left, looking him in the eyes, seriously. “I don’t want this moment to ever get jaded by money again. Can you handle that?”
Kurt looked into his eyes.
“On one condition.”
“What?” Blaine asked.
“You have to give me a place I can find you,” he said.
Hesitantly, Blaine nodded. “Bailey’s Bar on 5th Avenue. Hole in the wall. I’m there, a lot.”
Kurt let him go.