Where I'm Meant to Be (7a/10)
Okay, I'm falling asleep while typing so I'm taking that as a sign. This chapter will most likely have three to four parts.
WARNING: This chapter is like one long continuation of the last scene of chapter 6. *blush*
If male/male offends you, then I think you may have been reading the wrong fic this whole time :)
The grass is cool against his skin, points digging gently into the backs of his knees. Blaine doesn’t remember how they ended up here on the ground, limbs tangled and lips dragging hotly against each other’s, but he’s certainly not complaining.
“The things I would do,” Kurt whispers and Blaine lets out an embarrassing noise as Kurt dips and then drags his body along his. His dream licks at the edge of his memory, echoing the words Kurt’s panting in his ear and Blaine feels his eyes watering with how wide he’s holding them open. He feels overwhelmed, consumed and he digs his heels in the ground to surge up and swallow Kurt’s sound of surprise.
“I want-“ Blaine fists his hands in the material at Kurt’s shoulders, roughly tracing the dip of his collar bone. “Kurt, I want-“
Kurt rolls, flipping their position smoothly and leaving Blaine blinking foolishly down at him and straddling his waist. His odd eyes are bright and warm and a lock of hair falls over his smooth forehead. Blaine reaches down and brushes it back. Kurt’s skin is cool to the touch. Blaine swallows and watches the play of shadows across the angles of his face.
Kurt traces patterns up and down Blaine’s thighs, swirls that feel like they’re being tattooed on as his fingers go higher and higher. “What do you want?”
“I-hnnng-I-“
“Come on, Wonder Boy,” Kurt says. “Use your words.”
Blaine shakes his head, mind and body buzzing with urgency. “I…I can’t….I-“
Kurt’s biting his lip now, brow furrowed in uncertainty. His hands still on Blaine’s legs and Blaine want to wail, wants to cry out because why…
“We can stop,” Kurt whispers. “You don’t…I mean, we don’t have to-“
Blaine thinks he’d rather throw himself off a cliff than stop. This fact must manifest itself somehow in his face because Kurt starts to giggle and the vibrations run down his chest, making Blaine’s breath hitch. He reaches up to pull Blaine down for a sweet kiss, a chaste press of lips, jumping with muffled laughter.
“I want,” Blaine thinks his face has to be glowing in the dark, he’s so embarrassed, “you to do…things. To me, I mean. Please.”
Kurt doesn’t laugh, which Blaine thinks is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for him. He just reaches up to trail the backs of his fingers down Blaine’s cheek.
“I’m going to take care of you,” he whispers, and Blaine feels his heart seize a little in his chest. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
Kurt’s smile turns a little devious, a lot sexy and Blaine feels the sucker punch even before the world spins and he finds himself with the grass tickling the back of his neck. Kurt smirks down at his shocked face and trails his hands up his own neck under the laser beam of Blaine’s stare.
He rolls his hips and Blaine jolts at the heat, his mouth falling open in a broken whine of Kurt’s name.
“Stay with me.”
Blaine thinks he might be losing his mind. “Nnnnnghk.”
Kurt traces the point of Blaine’s eyebrow with a gentle thumb, eyes soft and focused on Blaine’s as he grinds his hips down. “Stay with me.”
“I…” he’s twisting his head from side to side restlessly, face screwed up with pleasure. “Kurt!”
Kurt ruts against him, hissing through his teeth at the friction. “I’ve got you.”
Blaine feels a tightening in his gut, flames simmering and sparking under his skin. There are only thin layers of wool and linen between them now. He’s hard and leaking and steadily working towards desperate as he finds a rhythm to circle his own hips to. Kurt’s skin glows as he starts to suck in a quiet but steady stream of gasps. He looks like something wild and ethereal in the moonlight and Blaine feels the words bloom from his chest, opens his mouth to blurt them out…wants to scream it-I love you…
“So good,” Kurt groans, leaning down to kiss him and steal Blaine’s breath with a gentle bite to his lip. He starts to thrust down harder, resting his hands on Blaine’s chest and tossing his head back. Blaine watches Kurt’s Adam’s apple bob before the roaring in his ears crests and flashes of color go off in his brain. His eyes roll into his head and his hips are arching off the ground. Kurt yelps in shock as he’s almost bucked off by Blaine’s strength, though he’s practically singing with laughter when he rights himself by fisting his hands in Blaine’s toga.
Blaine’s still shaking, still coming down from the most terrifyingly amazing sensation he’s ever had in his life when he realizes that Kurt’s pepping small smiling kisses to his face. And he’s still hard, a molten brand against the skin of Blaine’s thigh.
“Kurt,” he pants, “Kurt, I want to-let me, please-“
“Touch me?” he asks, eyes pleading and liquid green. Blaine nods frantically and drags the rough pad of his fingers up and under the hem of Kurt’s clothing. Kurt’s squirming above him, grinding down in short and increasingly jerky movements like he can’t help it, eyes screwed shut and mouth slack with pleasure.
“Tell me?” Blaine begs. “I want to make you feel…” He feels so, so stupid when he realizes the words that actually came out of his mouth. “Kurt, I want to make you feel like I did-like I do. Tell me how-“
Kurt moans, “You’re-ah-doing wonderfully, actual-oh!”
“I lo-“
Kurt convulses, dropping forward to gulp in air. Blaine’s ears ring with the silence, but he can’t keep the grin off of his face, can’t help but cuddle in the dip where Kurt’s neck meets his shoulder and press kisses to the cooling skin. They fit, he thinks with a bone deep certainty. They fit, and he’s never been surer of anything in his life.
“I'm falling in love with you.”
Kurt mmmms, a content and slightly fuzzy smile on his lips. "What was that, Wonder Boy?"
Blaine just smiles and traces his thumb over the small dip in Kurt's chin.
"I'll tell you later."
WARNING: This chapter is like one long continuation of the last scene of chapter 6. *blush*
If male/male offends you, then I think you may have been reading the wrong fic this whole time :)
The grass is cool against his skin, points digging gently into the backs of his knees. Blaine doesn’t remember how they ended up here on the ground, limbs tangled and lips dragging hotly against each other’s, but he’s certainly not complaining.
“The things I would do,” Kurt whispers and Blaine lets out an embarrassing noise as Kurt dips and then drags his body along his. His dream licks at the edge of his memory, echoing the words Kurt’s panting in his ear and Blaine feels his eyes watering with how wide he’s holding them open. He feels overwhelmed, consumed and he digs his heels in the ground to surge up and swallow Kurt’s sound of surprise.
“I want-“ Blaine fists his hands in the material at Kurt’s shoulders, roughly tracing the dip of his collar bone. “Kurt, I want-“
Kurt rolls, flipping their position smoothly and leaving Blaine blinking foolishly down at him and straddling his waist. His odd eyes are bright and warm and a lock of hair falls over his smooth forehead. Blaine reaches down and brushes it back. Kurt’s skin is cool to the touch. Blaine swallows and watches the play of shadows across the angles of his face.
Kurt traces patterns up and down Blaine’s thighs, swirls that feel like they’re being tattooed on as his fingers go higher and higher. “What do you want?”
“I-hnnng-I-“
“Come on, Wonder Boy,” Kurt says. “Use your words.”
Blaine shakes his head, mind and body buzzing with urgency. “I…I can’t….I-“
Kurt’s biting his lip now, brow furrowed in uncertainty. His hands still on Blaine’s legs and Blaine want to wail, wants to cry out because why…
“We can stop,” Kurt whispers. “You don’t…I mean, we don’t have to-“
Blaine thinks he’d rather throw himself off a cliff than stop. This fact must manifest itself somehow in his face because Kurt starts to giggle and the vibrations run down his chest, making Blaine’s breath hitch. He reaches up to pull Blaine down for a sweet kiss, a chaste press of lips, jumping with muffled laughter.
“I want,” Blaine thinks his face has to be glowing in the dark, he’s so embarrassed, “you to do…things. To me, I mean. Please.”
Kurt doesn’t laugh, which Blaine thinks is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for him. He just reaches up to trail the backs of his fingers down Blaine’s cheek.
“I’m going to take care of you,” he whispers, and Blaine feels his heart seize a little in his chest. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
Kurt’s smile turns a little devious, a lot sexy and Blaine feels the sucker punch even before the world spins and he finds himself with the grass tickling the back of his neck. Kurt smirks down at his shocked face and trails his hands up his own neck under the laser beam of Blaine’s stare.
He rolls his hips and Blaine jolts at the heat, his mouth falling open in a broken whine of Kurt’s name.
“Stay with me.”
Blaine thinks he might be losing his mind. “Nnnnnghk.”
Kurt traces the point of Blaine’s eyebrow with a gentle thumb, eyes soft and focused on Blaine’s as he grinds his hips down. “Stay with me.”
“I…” he’s twisting his head from side to side restlessly, face screwed up with pleasure. “Kurt!”
Kurt ruts against him, hissing through his teeth at the friction. “I’ve got you.”
Blaine feels a tightening in his gut, flames simmering and sparking under his skin. There are only thin layers of wool and linen between them now. He’s hard and leaking and steadily working towards desperate as he finds a rhythm to circle his own hips to. Kurt’s skin glows as he starts to suck in a quiet but steady stream of gasps. He looks like something wild and ethereal in the moonlight and Blaine feels the words bloom from his chest, opens his mouth to blurt them out…wants to scream it-I love you…
“So good,” Kurt groans, leaning down to kiss him and steal Blaine’s breath with a gentle bite to his lip. He starts to thrust down harder, resting his hands on Blaine’s chest and tossing his head back. Blaine watches Kurt’s Adam’s apple bob before the roaring in his ears crests and flashes of color go off in his brain. His eyes roll into his head and his hips are arching off the ground. Kurt yelps in shock as he’s almost bucked off by Blaine’s strength, though he’s practically singing with laughter when he rights himself by fisting his hands in Blaine’s toga.
Blaine’s still shaking, still coming down from the most terrifyingly amazing sensation he’s ever had in his life when he realizes that Kurt’s pepping small smiling kisses to his face. And he’s still hard, a molten brand against the skin of Blaine’s thigh.
“Kurt,” he pants, “Kurt, I want to-let me, please-“
“Touch me?” he asks, eyes pleading and liquid green. Blaine nods frantically and drags the rough pad of his fingers up and under the hem of Kurt’s clothing. Kurt’s squirming above him, grinding down in short and increasingly jerky movements like he can’t help it, eyes screwed shut and mouth slack with pleasure.
“Tell me?” Blaine begs. “I want to make you feel…” He feels so, so stupid when he realizes the words that actually came out of his mouth. “Kurt, I want to make you feel like I did-like I do. Tell me how-“
Kurt moans, “You’re-ah-doing wonderfully, actual-oh!”
“I lo-“
Kurt convulses, dropping forward to gulp in air. Blaine’s ears ring with the silence, but he can’t keep the grin off of his face, can’t help but cuddle in the dip where Kurt’s neck meets his shoulder and press kisses to the cooling skin. They fit, he thinks with a bone deep certainty. They fit, and he’s never been surer of anything in his life.
“I'm falling in love with you.”
Kurt mmmms, a content and slightly fuzzy smile on his lips. "What was that, Wonder Boy?"
Blaine just smiles and traces his thumb over the small dip in Kurt's chin.
"I'll tell you later."