Manipulate Me, Knead Me, Caress Me (6b/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine/OC
Spoilers: None, AU
Summary: The sequel to Manipulate Me. In this part, Blaine and Kurt come to an understanding.
Part 6a
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“There, lunch is served” Kurt said with a laugh as he popped the paper bags and cardboard cups on the table between them and plopped himself down on a cushy couch by the fireplace. “And it’s still warm” he smiled at Blaine as he wrapped his cold hands around the cup of mocha.
“OK so the reason I asked if we could meet today was because I really like you Blaine” he smiled as Blaine’s face perked up. “I like spending time with you and I’d like to do more of that. Not just, ah, what we do at the spa either. I’d like us to get to know each other better.”
Blaine hummed his agreement as he drank his coffee, wriggling against the arm of the couch so he was able to look at Kurt seated next to him.
“But the thing is, I can’t- we won’t-uh...It’s going to be tricky; this thing between you and I. The age gap obviously. Although when we’re together I don’t even think about it but out here in public, it’s going to be a little weird with people judging us and I’m sure if either of our families found out that we were involved then the proverbial would hit the fan” he laughed humorlessly. “And my situation is temporary so I‘m not in a position to offer any sort of a commitment” he said as he glanced over at Blaine worriedly.
Blaine had been nodding as Kurt spoke, right up until the last sentence, at which point his brows furrowed and he caught Kurt’s eye. “Temporary? What does that mean?”
“To explain properly, I need to tell you about my family situation” Kurt paused as Blaine cocked his head and nodded, signaling him to continue.
“As I mentioned earlier, I grew up in Lima and always dreamed that one day I’d make it to New York and star on Broadway.”
Blaine smiled as Kurt continued to talk, he knew that dream quite well himself.
“My Dad has a history of heart problems. He had his first heart attack in my Junior year at McKinley and after scaring the hell out of me while he was in a coma, he recovered sufficiently and changed his lifestyle before he remarried later that year. So I have a fantastic stepmom, Carole and a step-brother Finn, who’s the same age as I am.”
Blaine’s eyebrows rose as he followed the story intently.
“As luck would have it, after graduation I ended up at NYU. I did try out for NYADA but for whatever reason I didn’t get in. It may have been the tear-away tux” he surmised.
The teen blinked owlishly at the other man. Tear-away tux? His mind flittered through images of Kurt stripping for him before shaking his head and the unhelpful thoughts away.
“Anyway, I studied drama and dance at Steinhardt but halfway through my studies, Dad took a turn for the worse and suffered some pretty severe bouts of angina. So, I ended up back here one summer while I helped take care of him and his shop. Oh, he owns and runs Hummel Tires and Lube. Well, once I’d gotten the shop to run fairly self-sufficiently, I went looking for another job to help out but aside from being a barista or a waiter there wasn’t a lot work out there for a drama student and I wasn’t about to get a job at another garage. So when Dad suggested I find something else practical that would get me qualified quickly, I ended up doing a summer course in massage at OSU.
By the time that summer was over, I was almost qualified but Dad was back on his feet and he practically pushed me onto the train to New York so I could go back and finish my degree.”
“So that’s where you were living before Columbus?” Blaine asked inquisitively.
“Uh huh. I took on some extra classes and became a certified massage therapist so I could pick up some decent paid work while I continued working on my BA at NYU. Up until 6 months ago I was living in Queens and working swing shifts at a spa in Tribeca while I auditioned for different theatre roles” he said wistfully.
Blaine chewed his lip, hating to ask, “What happened 6 months ago?”
“Dad. He had another heart attack. A big one. So when Carole called me, I jumped the first flight home. They kept him in a medically induced coma for a while and then we worked out a new care plan for him. In the end, it was decided that he would need round the clock care to get his health and stamina back on track before he could undergo double bypass surgery.”
“Oh, Kurt” Blaine gasped. “That’s awful.”
Kurt looked down while he nodded, “Yeah. I think he does it on purpose, just to get me to come home more often” he joked grimly. “After a family meeting, we decided that, as Finn was already living at home that he would take control of the shop, Carole would keep working so the mortgage was covered and I would come home and be a fulltime caregiver until Dad was on his feet again.”
“So you just gave up everything to come back to Ohio?”
“Pretty much. I put most of my stuff in storage after I moved out of my apartment. Left the hotel spa I was working at, left the show I was in at the time and moved back in to the family home.”
“Wow, you were in a show? That’s so cool”, Blaine exclaimed, grinning.
“Ah yes, they love to put me in the ensemble but never in the spotlight.”
“Why? I think you’d be amazing to watch” Blaine added breathily.
Kurt smiled to himself, “You’re so sweet. But it’s because of my range.”
At Blaine’s confused face, he added “I’m a countertenor. So they like having the diversity in the ensemble but there aren’t many opportunities out there for someone with my....style to be the male lead.”
“Huh. They clearly don’t know what they’re missing. Wes goes on and on about how great it would be to add a countertenor to the Warblers. So does this mean that you’re living in Lima but working at the spa? Because that seems like a really long way to travel for a job. Wait, no. You live with Sebastian....”
“Right. I was at home for a couple of months and then I moved out to Dublin. Actually, I got the job at the spa first where I met Sebastian, who had just started there as well and was looking for a third roommate for a townhouse in Dublin. So I kinda lucked out.”
“And your Dad? Is-is he OK now?” Blaine asked carefully. Something had obviously shaken Kurt up on Tuesday; maybe it was related to his Dad.
“Well, he came through the bypass surgery OK but that was just a couple of weeks ago. He’s had some complications since then” Kurt trailed off, taking a sip of his drink.
“Is that what Tuesday was about?”
“Mostly” Kurt pauses as he takes in Blaine, who’s sitting there with a leg tucked under him, his head resting on the couch.
“I was also nervous that you wouldn’t want to see me outside of the spa” Kurt adds as he looks anywhere but at Blaine.
“Huh? Why would you be nervous?”
Kurt picks at his lunch, “I-I just didn’t want to assume that you’d want more. Sebastian told me about the guy you had brunch with last week and I wasn’t sure if you had a boyfriend or something.”
Blaine’s eyebrows lift in amazement before he busts out laughing, making Kurt look at him worried. “I’m sorry, Kurt but that’s precious. The guy I had brunch with was my older brother, Cooper!” he chortles.
“My boyfriend...” he snorts, “Wait, ‘til I tell Cooper. He’ll crack up.”
“Oh”
“But” Blaine starts as his laughter subsides, “It looks like we had the same thought on Tuesday. I was gonna ask you to meet me today but you beat me to the punch” he shrugged.
“Which was awesome, by the way. Of course I want to spend more time with you. You’re amazing, Kurt” he smiled softly at the older man. “And I’m sorry I caused a scene back there. I guess...I was just upset thinking about you with someone else or me being just a ‘bit on the side’.”
Kurt huffed, “You are not a bit on the side, Blaine. This” he motioned between them, “is...well, I don’t know what this is but I do know that I like you a lot. But I also know that I’m going to be moving back to New York in a couple of months and I don’t want to make promises that neither of us can keep or to hold you back if you meet someone your own age-“
“There’s no one else, Kurt” Blaine interrupts.
“But there could be” Kurt insists.
Blaine sighs and puts his empty cup on the coffee table. “I-I only just came out to my brother this week, Kurt, but I’m not ready to announce it to the world just yet. So, even if I wanted to, which I don’t, there’s no one my age to be with.”
Kurt scoops up his hand and intertwines their fingers, “You just came out? For the first time? How did it go?”
The teen looks at their joined hands and glances around the cafe, concerned.
“Um, it went better than I expected actually. Cooper was...he was surprisingly great about it.” He looks around again and starts to pull his hand away from Kurt’s, “Um, should we do this here?”
Kurt smiles and squeezes Blaine’s hand. “It’s OK, that’s why I picked this place. Zona Protteta means Safe Haven, its gay friendly. No one’s going to think twice about it in here and even if they do, the staff will get rid of them. Now, why don’t you tell me more about your brother? Oh, and the Warblers!”
~~~
Blaine’s cell buzzed with an incoming text. “Ugh, looks like I need to be home for dinner after all. The family is coming over to see Cooper before he leaves tomorrow” Blaine pouts.
“We should make a move anyway, we’ve been here for hours. Any more biscotti and I think I might burst” Kurt laughs. “C’mon, I’ll give you a ride home.”
They bundle themselves up in their winter gear and head out to Kurt’s car.
“Wow, that’s quite the car, Kurt” Blaine whistles as he takes in the Navigator.
“Yeah, my Dad got a good deal on it through the garage” he replied as he climbed into the four wheel drive.
“So, you said that Cooper knows about us. He won’t mind if you’re a little late, will he?”
Blaine grinned, “He knows about ‘someone’ not you specifically. I’m sure he’ll cover for me.....what did you have in mind?”
The car roared into life. “Let’s take the long way home” Kurt suggested.
~~~
The car pulled off Old Country Road that ran alongside the Hoover Reservoir and slowly headed for a copse of trees that would keep them shielded from the road.
Blaine recognized the spot as they weren’t that far away from his house. “So...” he dragged out as the car came to a stop.
“I don’t think the snow is too deep here. Hopefully we don’t get stuck” Kurt mumbled before turning to look at his passenger.
“Wanna fool around?” Kurt suggested. “I did promise you a ride, after all” he grinned wickedly.
Blaine gulped as he took in the ramifications before he clambered over to the back quickly.
Kurt laughed as he opened his door and slid into the back with Blaine. Shucking his pea coat, he unwound his long scarf. “I can’t wait to kiss you, Blaine” he puffed out as he unzipped his motorcycle boots.
Dazed, Blaine watched as Kurt peeled off his layers. It wasn’t until he was left in an undershirt and skin tight jeans that Blaine realized he needed to catch up.
The coat was the first thing to be pulled off in a hurry, followed by a flying scarf and cardigan.
Kurt lunged for his lips while Blaine struggled with his shirt buttons. Kisses were peppered across his smiling face as Blaine finally was able to wrench his shirt off and pop the button on his fly.
“Let me, baby” Kurt said huskily as he unzipped Blaine’s jeans. He leant over, lifted Blaine’s undershirt a little and pressed soft kisses onto his stomach.
A squeal erupted from Blaine. “Hah, sorry. Your nose is really cold though” he whined, embarrassed.
Kurt smiled into his stomach and then set about swirling his tongue through Blaine’s treasure trail as he tried to shimmy the jeans down.
Blaine lifted his hips so Kurt could pull down his pants to his knees. They were followed quickly by his boxers, leaving Blaine’s half hard dick lying exposed in the cool air.
Kurt dropped to his knees on the floor in front of Blaine, pulling at his hips to make him slouch down in the seat and shuffle forward. Leaning in, he blew a hot breath over the swelling dick before catching the tip with his tongue and suckling it just a little.
Blaine moaned loudly, his hands moving to rest on Kurt’s shoulders as the older man started to pump his hardening cock.
“So big, baby” Kurt whispered in amazement before ducking down to suck on his length.
Blaine tipped his head back; eyes closed as Kurt’s tongue travelled up and down and swirled around his cock over and over. “Oh God, Kurt. Fuck!”
Kurt hummed as he felt Blaine’s grip tighten. He pulled off and licked at the teen’s balls, sucking them one at a time into his mouth before pulling at the skin of his sac as his hand continued to stroke the fully hard dick.
“Uh, fuck. Stop, stop. I’ll come like that” Blaine huffed, pushing Kurt away a little.
Laughing softly, Kurt backed off and clambered up on the seat, straddling his lover.
“A little help?” he asked motioning to his own jean covered bulge.
Blaine’s shaking hands went for Kurt’s fly, slipping each button free and sliding the jeans down a little so the swell of his ass was slightly exposed.
Sitting on Blaine’s thighs, Kurt leaned in for a kiss which quickly turned into Blaine wrapping his tongue around Kurt’s and trying to pull him into his body, mouth first.
Blaine’s hands clutched at each butt cheek and squeezed hard, pulling Kurt’s body closer and giving Kurt a height advantage in the kiss. Towering over the teen, Kurt’s mouth moved slowly, sliding against Blaine’s as he dominated the pace of the kiss. He licked into Blaine’s hot mouth sensuously as he kept their bodies pressed together.
Pulling off with a smack of lips, Kurt pulled his cock out from his pants and began to stroke, pre-come dribbling onto Blaine’s undershirt.
Wrapping his own hand around Kurt’s, Blaine pumped with him, noting the speed Kurt liked.
“Ohhh” Kurt groaned. “You want me to ride you, baby?”
Blaine choked, “Uh, yeah. God, so hot.”
Kurt pulls a condom and a tiny tube of lube from his jeans pocket with his other hand and gives them to Blaine.
“Watermelon lube?”
“Mmm, it’s a tester. I went and got a bunch of them in different flavors.”
Blaine twisted the cap off the lube and dipped his finger in and sucked it off his finger. “Hmm, not bad I guess. Want some?” he asks, offering a dab on his finger to Kurt.
A long pink tongue wraps around Blaine’s finger and licks the flavored lube off. Kurt makes a face, “Ugh, tastes like plastic.”
“Yeah, but watermelon flavored plastic” Blaine laughs.
Kurt rolls his eyes and pushes himself off Blaine to slither out of his skinny jeans and black boxer briefs. After kicking them off, he retakes his position, hovering over Blaine’s lap.
“Use your fingers on me, Blaine” Kurt asks breathily as he rocks his hips so that his bobbing cock bumps into Blaine’s stomach.
Blaine squirts the lube onto a couple of fingers and reaches around Kurt, fumbling to find his opening as he works blind. A smear of lube skids across Kurt’s cheek as Blaine grumbles.
Kurt chuckles quietly as he watches Blaine’s face scrunch up in concentration. He reaches behind himself and pulls at the boy’s hand, before leading it between his legs and under his balls.
Letting go, he waits for Blaine’s fingers to skate up to his pucker, which they do. Kurt groans as two fingertips tickle his rim, waiting for a flutter, before they slide in slowly.
He wraps his arms around Blaine’s neck and he kisses him lazily. A lethargic tongue dips in and out of Blaine’s mouth, tasting and teasing.
“Hmpf” Blaine groans in the next kiss all the while scissoring his fingers inside Kurt.
“You OK there, Blaine?” Kurt asks, amused. “Ohhhh” he cries out as Blaine caresses his prostate.
Blaine smiles widely. “Yeah. You OK?” he asks as he rubs tiny circles over the gland.
“Ah! Ah, Blaine” Kurt howls.
Pulling his fingers out, he finds the condom packet and tears it open with his teeth, Cooper’s lesson starting to pay dividends already. He rolls it onto his twitching cock as Kurt mumbles filthy things in his ear while still stroking his own weeping dick.
“Dammit” Blaine grumps as he pats around the seat, looking for the tube he dropped earlier.
“Hey, slow down honey. Look, here it is” Kurt says calmly as he pours lube onto Blaine’s big dick, taking the time to massage the mushroom shaped head with his thumb.
“Uh, Kurt. Please, baby” Blaine begs, tugging at the older man’s hips.
“Shhh, you know I’ll give you what you need. Let me, OK baby?”
Blaine groans as Kurt holds the teens cock up, sliding it to his hole and pushing down onto it.
Kurt moans throatily as the head pops inside easily. Grinding his hips in circles, he works himself down Blaine’s length. Seated in his lap, Kurt squeezes his ass muscles to suck him in that little bit more.
“Oh sweet Jesus” Blaine’s head drops back against the seat, his lips upturned in a crooked smile. “Fuck, you feel so good, Kurt.” He shifts his hips trying to get a little friction on his cock buried deep inside Kurt.
Kurt grins and he drops an open mouth kiss to Blaine’s lips, sucking his bottom lip in, as he starts to grind down on his lover. His hips roll painstakingly slow again and again until Blaine is begging Kurt as a blathering mess.
“Just fuck me already, please. Oh God, ride me, baby. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” he demands.
When Kurt’s finally had enough of teasing, he raises himself up a little and braces himself, “Mmm, Blaine. Fuck me now, baby.”
Blaine’s hips come to life, thrusting up uncontrollably into Kurt’s tight heat like a jackhammer.
“Uh, uh, uh. Fuck Blaine, fuuuuck!”
Kurt drops his weight back down as he hears Blaine’s voice break in a moan and become more desperate as he whimpers, realizing that he’s close to coming.
Suddenly fully enveloped in Kurt, Blaine groans out his pleasure into Kurt’s throat. He opens his mouth and presses his teeth lightly into the smooth skin in a wide would-be bite.
Then, Kurt’s throat is gone as he begins to bounce wildly on Blaine’s cock.
Blaine shouts in surprise and they start to work their hips together to smack into each other over and over.
Kurt’s high pitched whines are soon drowned out by Blaine’s loud cursing as he comes hard, filling up the condom. Kurt continues to rock, with Blaine’s dick buried deep inside him as he slides a ring of slippery fingers over his throbbing cock, his cum splattering against Blaine’s undershirt.
They lean their heads against each other’s necks as they suck in much needed oxygen.
Finally, Kurt reaches down to grip the condom around Blaine’s softening dick as he slides himself off and falls next to him on the seat before leaning into the front of the car, ass on display. He retrieves a travel pack of tissues and a plastic bag.
Offering a tissue to Blaine to wrap up the used condom, he takes the wad and tucks it into the rubbish bag. Blaine grabs another tissue to mop up as Kurt starts to slip back into his clothes.
At Blaine’s look of disapproval, Kurt stops. “What? It’s too chilly to laze around naked in the back seat, baby.”
“Get rid of that shirt, put your clothes on and we’ll cuddle, OK?” Kurt offers.
Blaine’s face breaks back into a smile as he starts to pull of his soiled t-shirt. “What am I going to do with this?”
“Turn it inside out and fold it up. I’ll wash it at home. It’ll be good as new.”
As Kurt pulls on his boots, Blaine is pulling on his cardigan and re-buttoning his fly.
“Have you got your phone?”
“Of course” Blaine smiles. “You gonna give me your number, baby?”
“Hey, that was my big line” Kurt chuckled as he leaned onto Blaine’s shoulder.
They lay curled up together after swapping numbers for a few moments before Blaine’s phone buzzed again.
“You need to go home, don’t you?”
“Yeah, unfortunately. I’d much rather stay with you though” Blaine mumbled into Kurt’s neck before pressing small kisses into the same spot over and over.
“C’mon, lover boy.” Kurt smiled, as he tugged at the teen’s arm, “Let’s get out of here.”
~~~
Part 7 (coming in a couple of weeks)
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A/N: This is probably the only update for the next two weeks as I’ll be travelling next weekend.
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine/OC
Spoilers: None, AU
Summary: The sequel to Manipulate Me. In this part, Blaine and Kurt come to an understanding.
Part 6a
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“There, lunch is served” Kurt said with a laugh as he popped the paper bags and cardboard cups on the table between them and plopped himself down on a cushy couch by the fireplace. “And it’s still warm” he smiled at Blaine as he wrapped his cold hands around the cup of mocha.
“OK so the reason I asked if we could meet today was because I really like you Blaine” he smiled as Blaine’s face perked up. “I like spending time with you and I’d like to do more of that. Not just, ah, what we do at the spa either. I’d like us to get to know each other better.”
Blaine hummed his agreement as he drank his coffee, wriggling against the arm of the couch so he was able to look at Kurt seated next to him.
“But the thing is, I can’t- we won’t-uh...It’s going to be tricky; this thing between you and I. The age gap obviously. Although when we’re together I don’t even think about it but out here in public, it’s going to be a little weird with people judging us and I’m sure if either of our families found out that we were involved then the proverbial would hit the fan” he laughed humorlessly. “And my situation is temporary so I‘m not in a position to offer any sort of a commitment” he said as he glanced over at Blaine worriedly.
Blaine had been nodding as Kurt spoke, right up until the last sentence, at which point his brows furrowed and he caught Kurt’s eye. “Temporary? What does that mean?”
“To explain properly, I need to tell you about my family situation” Kurt paused as Blaine cocked his head and nodded, signaling him to continue.
“As I mentioned earlier, I grew up in Lima and always dreamed that one day I’d make it to New York and star on Broadway.”
Blaine smiled as Kurt continued to talk, he knew that dream quite well himself.
“My Dad has a history of heart problems. He had his first heart attack in my Junior year at McKinley and after scaring the hell out of me while he was in a coma, he recovered sufficiently and changed his lifestyle before he remarried later that year. So I have a fantastic stepmom, Carole and a step-brother Finn, who’s the same age as I am.”
Blaine’s eyebrows rose as he followed the story intently.
“As luck would have it, after graduation I ended up at NYU. I did try out for NYADA but for whatever reason I didn’t get in. It may have been the tear-away tux” he surmised.
The teen blinked owlishly at the other man. Tear-away tux? His mind flittered through images of Kurt stripping for him before shaking his head and the unhelpful thoughts away.
“Anyway, I studied drama and dance at Steinhardt but halfway through my studies, Dad took a turn for the worse and suffered some pretty severe bouts of angina. So, I ended up back here one summer while I helped take care of him and his shop. Oh, he owns and runs Hummel Tires and Lube. Well, once I’d gotten the shop to run fairly self-sufficiently, I went looking for another job to help out but aside from being a barista or a waiter there wasn’t a lot work out there for a drama student and I wasn’t about to get a job at another garage. So when Dad suggested I find something else practical that would get me qualified quickly, I ended up doing a summer course in massage at OSU.
By the time that summer was over, I was almost qualified but Dad was back on his feet and he practically pushed me onto the train to New York so I could go back and finish my degree.”
“So that’s where you were living before Columbus?” Blaine asked inquisitively.
“Uh huh. I took on some extra classes and became a certified massage therapist so I could pick up some decent paid work while I continued working on my BA at NYU. Up until 6 months ago I was living in Queens and working swing shifts at a spa in Tribeca while I auditioned for different theatre roles” he said wistfully.
Blaine chewed his lip, hating to ask, “What happened 6 months ago?”
“Dad. He had another heart attack. A big one. So when Carole called me, I jumped the first flight home. They kept him in a medically induced coma for a while and then we worked out a new care plan for him. In the end, it was decided that he would need round the clock care to get his health and stamina back on track before he could undergo double bypass surgery.”
“Oh, Kurt” Blaine gasped. “That’s awful.”
Kurt looked down while he nodded, “Yeah. I think he does it on purpose, just to get me to come home more often” he joked grimly. “After a family meeting, we decided that, as Finn was already living at home that he would take control of the shop, Carole would keep working so the mortgage was covered and I would come home and be a fulltime caregiver until Dad was on his feet again.”
“So you just gave up everything to come back to Ohio?”
“Pretty much. I put most of my stuff in storage after I moved out of my apartment. Left the hotel spa I was working at, left the show I was in at the time and moved back in to the family home.”
“Wow, you were in a show? That’s so cool”, Blaine exclaimed, grinning.
“Ah yes, they love to put me in the ensemble but never in the spotlight.”
“Why? I think you’d be amazing to watch” Blaine added breathily.
Kurt smiled to himself, “You’re so sweet. But it’s because of my range.”
At Blaine’s confused face, he added “I’m a countertenor. So they like having the diversity in the ensemble but there aren’t many opportunities out there for someone with my....style to be the male lead.”
“Huh. They clearly don’t know what they’re missing. Wes goes on and on about how great it would be to add a countertenor to the Warblers. So does this mean that you’re living in Lima but working at the spa? Because that seems like a really long way to travel for a job. Wait, no. You live with Sebastian....”
“Right. I was at home for a couple of months and then I moved out to Dublin. Actually, I got the job at the spa first where I met Sebastian, who had just started there as well and was looking for a third roommate for a townhouse in Dublin. So I kinda lucked out.”
“And your Dad? Is-is he OK now?” Blaine asked carefully. Something had obviously shaken Kurt up on Tuesday; maybe it was related to his Dad.
“Well, he came through the bypass surgery OK but that was just a couple of weeks ago. He’s had some complications since then” Kurt trailed off, taking a sip of his drink.
“Is that what Tuesday was about?”
“Mostly” Kurt pauses as he takes in Blaine, who’s sitting there with a leg tucked under him, his head resting on the couch.
“I was also nervous that you wouldn’t want to see me outside of the spa” Kurt adds as he looks anywhere but at Blaine.
“Huh? Why would you be nervous?”
Kurt picks at his lunch, “I-I just didn’t want to assume that you’d want more. Sebastian told me about the guy you had brunch with last week and I wasn’t sure if you had a boyfriend or something.”
Blaine’s eyebrows lift in amazement before he busts out laughing, making Kurt look at him worried. “I’m sorry, Kurt but that’s precious. The guy I had brunch with was my older brother, Cooper!” he chortles.
“My boyfriend...” he snorts, “Wait, ‘til I tell Cooper. He’ll crack up.”
“Oh”
“But” Blaine starts as his laughter subsides, “It looks like we had the same thought on Tuesday. I was gonna ask you to meet me today but you beat me to the punch” he shrugged.
“Which was awesome, by the way. Of course I want to spend more time with you. You’re amazing, Kurt” he smiled softly at the older man. “And I’m sorry I caused a scene back there. I guess...I was just upset thinking about you with someone else or me being just a ‘bit on the side’.”
Kurt huffed, “You are not a bit on the side, Blaine. This” he motioned between them, “is...well, I don’t know what this is but I do know that I like you a lot. But I also know that I’m going to be moving back to New York in a couple of months and I don’t want to make promises that neither of us can keep or to hold you back if you meet someone your own age-“
“There’s no one else, Kurt” Blaine interrupts.
“But there could be” Kurt insists.
Blaine sighs and puts his empty cup on the coffee table. “I-I only just came out to my brother this week, Kurt, but I’m not ready to announce it to the world just yet. So, even if I wanted to, which I don’t, there’s no one my age to be with.”
Kurt scoops up his hand and intertwines their fingers, “You just came out? For the first time? How did it go?”
The teen looks at their joined hands and glances around the cafe, concerned.
“Um, it went better than I expected actually. Cooper was...he was surprisingly great about it.” He looks around again and starts to pull his hand away from Kurt’s, “Um, should we do this here?”
Kurt smiles and squeezes Blaine’s hand. “It’s OK, that’s why I picked this place. Zona Protteta means Safe Haven, its gay friendly. No one’s going to think twice about it in here and even if they do, the staff will get rid of them. Now, why don’t you tell me more about your brother? Oh, and the Warblers!”
~~~
Blaine’s cell buzzed with an incoming text. “Ugh, looks like I need to be home for dinner after all. The family is coming over to see Cooper before he leaves tomorrow” Blaine pouts.
“We should make a move anyway, we’ve been here for hours. Any more biscotti and I think I might burst” Kurt laughs. “C’mon, I’ll give you a ride home.”
They bundle themselves up in their winter gear and head out to Kurt’s car.
“Wow, that’s quite the car, Kurt” Blaine whistles as he takes in the Navigator.
“Yeah, my Dad got a good deal on it through the garage” he replied as he climbed into the four wheel drive.
“So, you said that Cooper knows about us. He won’t mind if you’re a little late, will he?”
Blaine grinned, “He knows about ‘someone’ not you specifically. I’m sure he’ll cover for me.....what did you have in mind?”
The car roared into life. “Let’s take the long way home” Kurt suggested.
~~~
The car pulled off Old Country Road that ran alongside the Hoover Reservoir and slowly headed for a copse of trees that would keep them shielded from the road.
Blaine recognized the spot as they weren’t that far away from his house. “So...” he dragged out as the car came to a stop.
“I don’t think the snow is too deep here. Hopefully we don’t get stuck” Kurt mumbled before turning to look at his passenger.
“Wanna fool around?” Kurt suggested. “I did promise you a ride, after all” he grinned wickedly.
Blaine gulped as he took in the ramifications before he clambered over to the back quickly.
Kurt laughed as he opened his door and slid into the back with Blaine. Shucking his pea coat, he unwound his long scarf. “I can’t wait to kiss you, Blaine” he puffed out as he unzipped his motorcycle boots.
Dazed, Blaine watched as Kurt peeled off his layers. It wasn’t until he was left in an undershirt and skin tight jeans that Blaine realized he needed to catch up.
The coat was the first thing to be pulled off in a hurry, followed by a flying scarf and cardigan.
Kurt lunged for his lips while Blaine struggled with his shirt buttons. Kisses were peppered across his smiling face as Blaine finally was able to wrench his shirt off and pop the button on his fly.
“Let me, baby” Kurt said huskily as he unzipped Blaine’s jeans. He leant over, lifted Blaine’s undershirt a little and pressed soft kisses onto his stomach.
A squeal erupted from Blaine. “Hah, sorry. Your nose is really cold though” he whined, embarrassed.
Kurt smiled into his stomach and then set about swirling his tongue through Blaine’s treasure trail as he tried to shimmy the jeans down.
Blaine lifted his hips so Kurt could pull down his pants to his knees. They were followed quickly by his boxers, leaving Blaine’s half hard dick lying exposed in the cool air.
Kurt dropped to his knees on the floor in front of Blaine, pulling at his hips to make him slouch down in the seat and shuffle forward. Leaning in, he blew a hot breath over the swelling dick before catching the tip with his tongue and suckling it just a little.
Blaine moaned loudly, his hands moving to rest on Kurt’s shoulders as the older man started to pump his hardening cock.
“So big, baby” Kurt whispered in amazement before ducking down to suck on his length.
Blaine tipped his head back; eyes closed as Kurt’s tongue travelled up and down and swirled around his cock over and over. “Oh God, Kurt. Fuck!”
Kurt hummed as he felt Blaine’s grip tighten. He pulled off and licked at the teen’s balls, sucking them one at a time into his mouth before pulling at the skin of his sac as his hand continued to stroke the fully hard dick.
“Uh, fuck. Stop, stop. I’ll come like that” Blaine huffed, pushing Kurt away a little.
Laughing softly, Kurt backed off and clambered up on the seat, straddling his lover.
“A little help?” he asked motioning to his own jean covered bulge.
Blaine’s shaking hands went for Kurt’s fly, slipping each button free and sliding the jeans down a little so the swell of his ass was slightly exposed.
Sitting on Blaine’s thighs, Kurt leaned in for a kiss which quickly turned into Blaine wrapping his tongue around Kurt’s and trying to pull him into his body, mouth first.
Blaine’s hands clutched at each butt cheek and squeezed hard, pulling Kurt’s body closer and giving Kurt a height advantage in the kiss. Towering over the teen, Kurt’s mouth moved slowly, sliding against Blaine’s as he dominated the pace of the kiss. He licked into Blaine’s hot mouth sensuously as he kept their bodies pressed together.
Pulling off with a smack of lips, Kurt pulled his cock out from his pants and began to stroke, pre-come dribbling onto Blaine’s undershirt.
Wrapping his own hand around Kurt’s, Blaine pumped with him, noting the speed Kurt liked.
“Ohhh” Kurt groaned. “You want me to ride you, baby?”
Blaine choked, “Uh, yeah. God, so hot.”
Kurt pulls a condom and a tiny tube of lube from his jeans pocket with his other hand and gives them to Blaine.
“Watermelon lube?”
“Mmm, it’s a tester. I went and got a bunch of them in different flavors.”
Blaine twisted the cap off the lube and dipped his finger in and sucked it off his finger. “Hmm, not bad I guess. Want some?” he asks, offering a dab on his finger to Kurt.
A long pink tongue wraps around Blaine’s finger and licks the flavored lube off. Kurt makes a face, “Ugh, tastes like plastic.”
“Yeah, but watermelon flavored plastic” Blaine laughs.
Kurt rolls his eyes and pushes himself off Blaine to slither out of his skinny jeans and black boxer briefs. After kicking them off, he retakes his position, hovering over Blaine’s lap.
“Use your fingers on me, Blaine” Kurt asks breathily as he rocks his hips so that his bobbing cock bumps into Blaine’s stomach.
Blaine squirts the lube onto a couple of fingers and reaches around Kurt, fumbling to find his opening as he works blind. A smear of lube skids across Kurt’s cheek as Blaine grumbles.
Kurt chuckles quietly as he watches Blaine’s face scrunch up in concentration. He reaches behind himself and pulls at the boy’s hand, before leading it between his legs and under his balls.
Letting go, he waits for Blaine’s fingers to skate up to his pucker, which they do. Kurt groans as two fingertips tickle his rim, waiting for a flutter, before they slide in slowly.
He wraps his arms around Blaine’s neck and he kisses him lazily. A lethargic tongue dips in and out of Blaine’s mouth, tasting and teasing.
“Hmpf” Blaine groans in the next kiss all the while scissoring his fingers inside Kurt.
“You OK there, Blaine?” Kurt asks, amused. “Ohhhh” he cries out as Blaine caresses his prostate.
Blaine smiles widely. “Yeah. You OK?” he asks as he rubs tiny circles over the gland.
“Ah! Ah, Blaine” Kurt howls.
Pulling his fingers out, he finds the condom packet and tears it open with his teeth, Cooper’s lesson starting to pay dividends already. He rolls it onto his twitching cock as Kurt mumbles filthy things in his ear while still stroking his own weeping dick.
“Dammit” Blaine grumps as he pats around the seat, looking for the tube he dropped earlier.
“Hey, slow down honey. Look, here it is” Kurt says calmly as he pours lube onto Blaine’s big dick, taking the time to massage the mushroom shaped head with his thumb.
“Uh, Kurt. Please, baby” Blaine begs, tugging at the older man’s hips.
“Shhh, you know I’ll give you what you need. Let me, OK baby?”
Blaine groans as Kurt holds the teens cock up, sliding it to his hole and pushing down onto it.
Kurt moans throatily as the head pops inside easily. Grinding his hips in circles, he works himself down Blaine’s length. Seated in his lap, Kurt squeezes his ass muscles to suck him in that little bit more.
“Oh sweet Jesus” Blaine’s head drops back against the seat, his lips upturned in a crooked smile. “Fuck, you feel so good, Kurt.” He shifts his hips trying to get a little friction on his cock buried deep inside Kurt.
Kurt grins and he drops an open mouth kiss to Blaine’s lips, sucking his bottom lip in, as he starts to grind down on his lover. His hips roll painstakingly slow again and again until Blaine is begging Kurt as a blathering mess.
“Just fuck me already, please. Oh God, ride me, baby. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” he demands.
When Kurt’s finally had enough of teasing, he raises himself up a little and braces himself, “Mmm, Blaine. Fuck me now, baby.”
Blaine’s hips come to life, thrusting up uncontrollably into Kurt’s tight heat like a jackhammer.
“Uh, uh, uh. Fuck Blaine, fuuuuck!”
Kurt drops his weight back down as he hears Blaine’s voice break in a moan and become more desperate as he whimpers, realizing that he’s close to coming.
Suddenly fully enveloped in Kurt, Blaine groans out his pleasure into Kurt’s throat. He opens his mouth and presses his teeth lightly into the smooth skin in a wide would-be bite.
Then, Kurt’s throat is gone as he begins to bounce wildly on Blaine’s cock.
Blaine shouts in surprise and they start to work their hips together to smack into each other over and over.
Kurt’s high pitched whines are soon drowned out by Blaine’s loud cursing as he comes hard, filling up the condom. Kurt continues to rock, with Blaine’s dick buried deep inside him as he slides a ring of slippery fingers over his throbbing cock, his cum splattering against Blaine’s undershirt.
They lean their heads against each other’s necks as they suck in much needed oxygen.
Finally, Kurt reaches down to grip the condom around Blaine’s softening dick as he slides himself off and falls next to him on the seat before leaning into the front of the car, ass on display. He retrieves a travel pack of tissues and a plastic bag.
Offering a tissue to Blaine to wrap up the used condom, he takes the wad and tucks it into the rubbish bag. Blaine grabs another tissue to mop up as Kurt starts to slip back into his clothes.
At Blaine’s look of disapproval, Kurt stops. “What? It’s too chilly to laze around naked in the back seat, baby.”
“Get rid of that shirt, put your clothes on and we’ll cuddle, OK?” Kurt offers.
Blaine’s face breaks back into a smile as he starts to pull of his soiled t-shirt. “What am I going to do with this?”
“Turn it inside out and fold it up. I’ll wash it at home. It’ll be good as new.”
As Kurt pulls on his boots, Blaine is pulling on his cardigan and re-buttoning his fly.
“Have you got your phone?”
“Of course” Blaine smiles. “You gonna give me your number, baby?”
“Hey, that was my big line” Kurt chuckled as he leaned onto Blaine’s shoulder.
They lay curled up together after swapping numbers for a few moments before Blaine’s phone buzzed again.
“You need to go home, don’t you?”
“Yeah, unfortunately. I’d much rather stay with you though” Blaine mumbled into Kurt’s neck before pressing small kisses into the same spot over and over.
“C’mon, lover boy.” Kurt smiled, as he tugged at the teen’s arm, “Let’s get out of here.”
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Part 7 (coming in a couple of weeks)
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A/N: This is probably the only update for the next two weeks as I’ll be travelling next weekend.