Put Me Back Together
Written for Tumblr's Klaine Advent Challenge (a 100+ word drabble a day)
Prompt #10: Jigsaw
A/N - Takes place during s4e10 (Glee, Actually) immediately following on from Wanted. More NC-17 action folks, with a dash of mild exhibitionism.
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Blaine trailed behind Kurt through the dark loft. Kurt’s words still rang through his mind but they were hardly in a position to do what they wanted. They had both agreed to wait until they were alone. Behind the bedroom’s curtains, the strident noise of Mr Hummel’s snoring was the only sound in the quiet apartment. Blaine lifted the sheets and paused. Maybe they could they get away with it.
On the other side of the bed Kurt stopped to look at him questioningly, then glanced in the direction of Rachel’s room and quickly fumbled with his drawstring. Blaine let out a shaky breath of anticipation and dragged off his buttoned up pajama top. Blaine slipped naked under the sheets and waited for his best friend, who carefully slid a drawer open.
When Kurt joined him, their noses bumped together in the hurry to be close. A bottle of lube was pushed into Blaine’s hand as they kissed and he wasted no time in wetting a pair of fingers. He let his mouth be led while his hand drifted between Kurt’s legs. His lower lip was nibbled as he pushed both fingers into Kurt. They didn’t have the luxury of time. Kurt had asked for quick and dirty earlier but in order to be quiet in these early hours, this would need to be slow and sure. A surrender to each other rather than a race to the finish line.
Kurt’s soft low sighs started with the third finger. Nimble fingers slicked Blaine up at the same time in a jumble of hands and then Kurt rolled onto his stomach, legs spread in anticipation.
Blaine was sombre as he settled over Kurt. They’d never done this without declarations of love before and he felt a little off because of it. This was an absolution, of sorts. He knew that. But if he was surprised that Kurt wanted him at all, then he was blown away by Kurt’s willingness to go without a condom. Sure, enduring hesitant half-formed questions earlier had been a harsh reminder of all that had broken between them but it had gotten them here and for that, Blaine was thankful.
He sank inside and Kurt’s moan was smothered by his bicep as he hid his face. Blaine worked their bodies together, barely pulling out in an effort to remain undiscovered. Every whimper and whispered groan seemed amplified in dark but as the snoring continued in the background, his courage grew.
Blaine’s hips drew back further with every stroke. He kept his mouth spread over the ridge of Kurt’s shoulder to stifle his moans and bit down every time Kurt’s ass clamped down on his cock. Blaine’s hands drifted from his best friend’s chest down to his hips which only served to push his face further into the crook of Kurt’s neck.
As Kurt shifted his head to the other side, Blaine strained forward to reach his lips and kissed him clumsily. Puffs of air laced with breathy whines drifted across his lips as Kurt tensed beneath him.
“Blaine,” Kurt whispered, high-pitched and unsteady. “Close. More,” he insisted quietly and then kissed him off center. Blaine’s thrusts shortened, gently easing his cock over Kurt’s prostate in quick, instinctive strokes which elicited squeaky gasps from his best friend.
Kurt pushed back against him when he came, ass clenching wildly as the rest of his body shook. Blaine waited him out. With his cock snug and straining inside, he barely moved until Kurt finally relaxed. He rolled them onto their sides, nudged his knee under Kurt’s and plunged back in with long, deep thrusts. His hands were grasped and pulled until they were wrapped around Kurt’s chest, and as Kurt murmured his name contentedly, Blaine held on tight and finally let himself go.
“I love you,” Blaine whispered into sweetly scented hair as waves of pleasure receded. Kurt hummed and rubbed his hands along Blaine’s arms.
“I love you too,” Kurt mumbled sleepily and shifted ever so slightly to nuzzle into his pillow. Blaine pressed against him, sated and warm. He stretched his legs out and then tucked them back in to rest behind Kurt’s knees. He felt like a missing puzzle piece slotting in to a jigsaw. This was where he belonged.
Things weren’t perfect. Yet. There were a few pieces still missing. Blaine yawned and kissed the back of Kurt’s neck in a soft peck as he drifted into sleep. But he knew they would get there, in the end.
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