The Outlaw Blaine Anderson (8/14)
Title: The Outlaw Blaine Anderson
Author: mothergoddamn
Pairing/characters: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kurt Hummel, lonely shop-keep filled with dreams of escape, meets a stranger in the midst of the Wild West. And then gets taken on an adventure - whether he likes it or not.
Previous 1/2/3/ 4/5/6/7
The Outlaw Blaine Anderson
Chapter 8
Kurt, with his arms wrapped around his knees, stared out at the pale sky that was slowly draining of the night. It had been three days since he had lain with Blaine. Three whole days and he was still in a haze of want and a muted sort of happiness.
The others had bought Blaine's story about why they were so late in returning. He had deftly mixed the truth about their run-in with the desperadoes but adding meat to the affair, making it sound it sound more complex and dangerous. Jesse and Rachel had listened with wide eyes and rapt faces, but Kurt knew that Sebastian was suspicious; he could tell by the narrowed eyes that constantly sought him out as Blaine spoke, as if he could read the lie burning in Kurt's expression. Perhaps he knew Blaine too well by now, or perhaps it was Kurt's expression of pure awe and fascination as he watched Blaine. He could feel the silly, guilty smile staining his face, but by no measure could he chase it away.
The problem was that now Kurt knew what it was like to live without an anchor around his ankles, he could no longer rein it in. He was finding it harder and harder to hide the effect that Blaine was having on him. Whenever he wasn't at his side, Kurt's eyes would seek him out hungrily: the way that he would roll his shoulders and rub wearily at his shoulder at the end of long days ride would make Kurt's fingers ache. He longed to press his face into the nape of his neck as they rode, his hands wrapped tight around Blaine's middle. And at night?
Well. He flushed when he recalled what they entailed.
"You're up early," Blaine said softly, interrupting his thoughts. He nudged Kurt's arm with his knee. "Jesse's snoring wake you?"
"I'm pretty sure that's Rachel, actually." Kurt smiled as Blaine sat down next to him. He huddled closer. "But it's better than her waking us up with a rendition of The Wild Ripling Waters again".
"You have it straight on her snoring, but I reckon you keep it to yourself in case you offend her feminine sensibilities." Blaine watched him from the corner of his eye. "You should sleep, though. Long days out here."
"I do sleep," answered Kurt in a soft voice. "A lot better now I am no longer tied down at night."
Blaine flinched and glanced away. "Sebastian doesn't trust easily. But I've explained it to him. He knows you be safer here with m-with us."
Kurt tilted his head. "How did you meet him, Blaine? I know how you met Rachel and Jesse, but--"
"It's-" Blaine pursed his lips looking for the words. "It's complicated. And not my tale to tell. Would you mind if we didn't discuss it?"
Kurt faltered, shrugging after a moment and offering a small smile. "I don't think he likes me much."
"Well, you are supposed to be our prisoner," he teased. "And you've already got Rachel and Jesse fawning over you in a way they never have over him. Jesse's even trying to think up a cowboy name for you. Sebastian is--he--" Blaine's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "He can be quite prickly."
"Really?" Kurt pressed a hand to his chest and shook his head slowly. "And yet he hides it so well!"
Blaine's lips twitched. "I'm certain he was only throwing that bowl at you for you to wash."
"Maybe. But perhaps he could just hand me the cutlery next time?"
"Rachel's had a word with him. And by word, I mean she showed him her old Betsey and threw him a stink eye. Ain't a man in the west that's a quicker draw on the gun than Rachel Berry."
"Yes, she's told me. Repeatedly. With numerous demonstrations." Kurt smiled at him, his voice bright. "So, will she do it? Will she dispose of me at the border? Or will that be Sebastian's treat?"
Kurt's chest seemed heavy as the words left his lips. Where had that come from? He had been pushing the worries away since that night. He refused to let them back after allowing his desires through the gate. And yet, as he heard the sentence meet air he knew that the fear and never truly gone away. It had merely had lain in wait. He cursed himself for ruining the moment, but staying alive had never seemed so vital as it did now.
Blaine's face had paled at his words. He swallowed, looked away. He turned back to his Kurt, his expression serious. "I told you. I won't hurt you. I won't allow anyone to hurt you."
"But the others-"
"We aren't monsters, Kurt! We do what we do to survive. Killing a slight, unarmed boy is not what we are about. And no offence, but it's not it's something we'd crow about."
Kurt bristled. "How patronising. Is that all I am to you?"
"No," said Blaine simply. "Truth be told, I don't know what the hell you are to me." He stood up. "All I can ask, Kurt, is that you trust me. You have no reason to. I dragged you out here on this owl hoot trail and if you've got any brains in that hair you won't, but I'm asking you that you take a chance and do." He held out a hand. "What do you say?"
Kurt regarded him coolly for a moment, weighing his words. "Okay," he whispered, taking Blaine's hand and allowing him to be brought to his height. "Okay, I trust you."
"Good!" Blaine grinned. "Now how about we see if we can get you aiming truer and faster than Rachel, huh?"
*
Blaine pointed towards a dead stump. "That scoundrel wants to drop me because I admired his companion's lovely slim ankles."
Kurt nodded. "He looks terribly angry about it."
"Naturally." Blaine nodded. "As the ankles were wrapped around my head at the time."
Kurt blushed beetroot and Blaine grinned back toothily.
"Now," Blaine continued. "He's mad as hell and fixin' to clear leather before me. But, I can't let that happen, can I?" Kurt shook his head. "So what I propose is-" Blaine snatched at both his Colts. In a wild blur, they came up level and cocked. His bullets thundered into the stump, throwing out little clouds of dust and wood.
"Gosh," Kurt said in wonder, feeling a heat stirring in his stomach. "I guess you and the ankles can run away together now."
"Mayhap," he said, handing over the still smoking pistol to Kurt. "Let's see you let fly."
Kurt tucked the gun into the holster that Blaine had loaned him, and dropped his arms straight. He stared down the stump like it was every bully that had ever turned their sourness upon him and went for the draw. He curled his hand round the gun and he whipped it out.
Only to throw it behind him with a clattering thunk.
"Hmm," Blaine mused. "Least you'd knock out anyone trying to sneak up on you." He laughed as Kurt shot him an angry stare, picking up the Colt. and handing it over. "Try it my way instead, though. Just for now." Kurt narrowed his eyes as Blaine took four large comical steps away from him. And ducked low.
Tossing his nose in the air, Kurt stuck his arm out straight, pointing the Colt. at the stump, and pulled the trigger. The gun blasted and jumped. Through the ungodly ringing in his ears, Kurt heard a quiet thump. A puff exploded off the stump.
"I hit it!" Kurt yelled excitedly. "Did you see?"
Blaine peered in amazement at the smoking wood and then back to Kurt. "Do it again."
Holstering the gun and rubbing the sweat off his palms onto his trousers, Kurt once again went for the quickdraw. Clearing leather, he thumbed the hammer and let loose at the stump. Once again a perfect shot.
Kurt turned to Blaine, a smug smile playing at his lips. "And you made it sound so hard."
Blaine scowled but there was no real malice in it. "Okay. You got yourself a natural skill." He walked up behind Kurt pressing up close. "Now let's see how way you draw when distracted." As Kurt re-holstered the gun, Blaine pressed up close, his torso aligning against Kurt's back. "Draw, pilgrim," he whispered into Kurt's ear.
The shot went wide. It was a wonder it didn't take out the back of Blaine's head from the shivers of pleasure in Kurt's body. Blaine's hand smoothed its way down Kurt's arm and encircled the Colt. Extricating it gently from Kurt's fingers, he tossed it far from them both.
His hands moved to Kurt's front, and his lips settled against the sweaty nape of Kurt's neck, tongue tracing in tiny whorls. He slowly began to unbutton Kurt's shirt, fingers rubbing along every trace of skin he slowly revealed.
A soft whimper escaped Kurt when Blaine's nails raked down his chest, leaving tingling reminders in his wake. Holding Kurt's arms, he slowly slipped Kurt's shirt just a few inches down and kissed and nipped along the pale junction of his shoulder. Blaine pushed the material down to Kurt's elbows before stripping it entirely away and dropping it to the ground with the gun.
Kurt's hips began to move in gentle thrusts and undulations as Blaine's hands rested against his hips, pulling him backwards and rubbing his groin against him. Kurt gasped at the hardness he felt pressing into the crack of his ass and the delicious thrill that shot through him almost turning his legs to wisps of air. But Blaine had him tight. Wrapping his arms around Kurt's front, he began to move the two in a slow, punishingly slow, grind.
Reaching behind him, Kurt put his hand to back of Blaine's head, bringing his mouth to his own neck and sighing in pleasure as Blaine took the hint and began to nibble at that one perfect place, biting and then licking over the skin in apology.
"Does that please you?" said Blaine in a hot whisper against his cheek. He pressed up hard, raising Kurt up onto his tiptoes.
"Yes, oh, yes, don't stop," pleaded Kurt through gritted teeth, the insistent throb in his groin almost unbearable. Suddenly, there was nothing but cold air at his back as Blaine moved away and Kurt stumbled backward in a haze of lust and surprise. He didn't move far, though. Gliding around him, Blaine made short work of Kurt's trousers, hands running up and down his thighs as he dropped to his knees."Blaine, what are you-" Blaine's fingers curled around his underwear and Kurt gasped as he dragged them down, and his aching cock bobbed into view.
Despite Kurt's newfound confidence, self-consciousness overcame him fast and his palms found his burning face, hiding him from view.
Blaine's hands were on his thighs, warm and heavy, moving up and over his hips in a slow caress. Kurt lowered his hands, face still flushing but his desire overwhelming his shyness. He watched as Blaine touched him, surprised by his gentleness, by the way that he pressed his hands to the inside of Kurt's thighs and urged them apart, still stroking his skin, firm yet soothing.
Soft kisses, again and again, working his way up until Kurt could feel warm breath and the brush of Blaine's cheek on his balls.
"So beautiful," breathed Blaine, tentative fingers touching at him. Kurt bit his lips as Blaine's fingers dance along his foreskin and his eyes observed him as if waiting for permission. Shakily, Kurt gave a brief nod and Blaine smiled slowly "So very beautiful," he murmured again. Kurt hissed in shock as Blaine's fingers pushed the foreskin back exposing the sensitive glistening head. Watching Kurt all the while, Blaine snaked out his tongue and delivered light touches followed by more lingering ones. Kurt moaned at the traces of heat moving over him as Blaine swirled his tongue over the entire head. With a final glance up at a wide-eyed Kurt, Blaine wrapped his head around the head, sucking noisily.
"Oh," Kurt said weakly. He stared in disbelief as his cock slowly disappeared between Blaine lips and into his mouth. "Oh." Blaine moved his tongue in long, savoury strokes, fingers loosely coiled at the base and Kurt moaned at that wet heat and firm pressure as Blaine sucked, deliberate movements drawing slow curls of pleasure from deep within.
It was like nothing that Kurt had ever imagined, not even since that night in the hills. His hands fisted at his sides, curling and unclenching and all he wanted to do was bury them deep into Blaine's curls. To have more of that tight, slippery velvet surrounding him.
But then there was a cold breeze and Blaine's mouth was gone. Kurt almost cried in frustration but it was a short lived sorrow, for Blaine had moved to mouth Kurt's ball sack and now there was no stopping his fingers from grabbing at Blaine's head if only to maintain his balance, as Blaine tenderly sucked one, then the other. He tried to hold still against the intense sensation, eyes screwed tightly closed but when Blaine ran his tongue up the underside of his cock, Kurt gave up, groaning and twisting his hips, pushing against Blaine's mouth. "Please," he begged wantonly. "Please." With a low chuckle Blaine licked the head. Kurt jerked his hips. "Blaine."
Blaine licked his hipbone, ran his tongue down his stomach and pressed his face against his pubic hair. His mouth travelled everywhere yet left Kurt's cock alone and needing. Dimly, Kurt was aware of Blaine's own fisting hand tucked deep inside his trousers, but the cloud of lust that swarmed Kurt was almost impenetrable. He needed that heat. He couldn't live without it. Blaine maybe deserved every single one of those wanted posters of his.
"Please, Blaine, just-- please!"
Finally, Blaine's mouth engulfed him again, and Kurt almost wept in relief, falling forward only for Blaine's hand to snatch at his hip to grab tight, lest Kurt choke him. Oh. Guilt flooded through him as realised what he had nearly done and he tried to pull away, stuttering apologies as he did, but Blaine only held him firm and took him further into his mouth, groaning around Kurt's member, the vibrations causing Kurt to throw back his head in a guttural yell.
Blaine drew off and Kurt looked down, his eyes lidded, knees shaking and that telltale sign building in his stomach. Oh, Lord, Blaine looked so debauched and sinful staring up at him like that with those dark eyes. His breath coming faster now as his hand sped on ever more.
Watching him, Blaine smirked, leaned forward and pressed his tongue into Kurt's slit, then with a flick of his tongue lapped at the moisture there.
Kurt groaned and fell back. "Please," he begged, his skin feeling three sizes too tight. "Please!" Kurt dug his heels into the ground, and Blaine tugged at Kurt's hip, encouraging him to thrust deeper. Kurt's hands dropped from Blaine's head and onto his shoulders, fisting at the shirt and holding himself steady as Blaine sucked harder, his cheeks concaving on an upward stroke as he watched Kurt fall apart. "I'm going to-" he warned, "Blaine, I-"
Toes curling, Kurt gasped as his climax to tore through him and he shouted Blaine's name as he came, hot and hard against Blaine's lips. With an undignified noise, Blaine released Kurt's cock and wrapped his hand tight around hand Kurt's dick cock, as the remains of Kurt fell over the edge. Licking and suckling at Kurt's head, Blaine's groaning began to rise and Kurt winced as the pleasure slowly became painful so soon after orgasm. He didn't have to endure it for long though as Blaine quickly followed, spilling over his own blurring hand and pressing his face tight against the crease of Kurt's thigh.
"Yes, yes," Blaine gasped, mouthing at the skin there and Kurt couldn't stand it any longer. Limp and breathless, he dropped to his knees and pulled Blaine into a kiss, tasting the bitterness of himself on Blaine's tongue.
"That was-- How did-- I don't--" Kurt struggled out as Blaine swiped at his lips with his tongue. Licking away the last trace of Kurt's pleasure.
Blaine began to answer but then cocked his head, brows joined together in confusion. "Something's coming. Quick, dress yourself. Mind me now!"
Falling over numb limbs and aching tiredness, Kurt dressed as fast as he could, tucking the shirt into his trousers just as Sebastian trotted into view. He fumbled for his belt, dusted himself down, and turned to face Sebastian.
"Howdy," he said, taking in Kurt's flushed cheeks and heaving chest. "I heard shooting."
"I was teaching Kurt here how to shoot." Blaine placed his hat back on his head, flicking at the rim. "He's mighty fine at it, too."
"Oh, I don't doubt that," said Sebastian coldly. "You're needed back at camp. Jesse's seen something."
"What?" Blaine asked, dodging around Kurt and picking up the Colt.
"A wagon. A full one, too." Sebastian fixed his eyes on Kurt's. "We're fixing to turn it over. You in?"
Chapter 9
Author: mothergoddamn
Pairing/characters: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kurt Hummel, lonely shop-keep filled with dreams of escape, meets a stranger in the midst of the Wild West. And then gets taken on an adventure - whether he likes it or not.
Previous 1/2/3/ 4/5/6/7
The Outlaw Blaine Anderson
Chapter 8
Kurt, with his arms wrapped around his knees, stared out at the pale sky that was slowly draining of the night. It had been three days since he had lain with Blaine. Three whole days and he was still in a haze of want and a muted sort of happiness.
The others had bought Blaine's story about why they were so late in returning. He had deftly mixed the truth about their run-in with the desperadoes but adding meat to the affair, making it sound it sound more complex and dangerous. Jesse and Rachel had listened with wide eyes and rapt faces, but Kurt knew that Sebastian was suspicious; he could tell by the narrowed eyes that constantly sought him out as Blaine spoke, as if he could read the lie burning in Kurt's expression. Perhaps he knew Blaine too well by now, or perhaps it was Kurt's expression of pure awe and fascination as he watched Blaine. He could feel the silly, guilty smile staining his face, but by no measure could he chase it away.
The problem was that now Kurt knew what it was like to live without an anchor around his ankles, he could no longer rein it in. He was finding it harder and harder to hide the effect that Blaine was having on him. Whenever he wasn't at his side, Kurt's eyes would seek him out hungrily: the way that he would roll his shoulders and rub wearily at his shoulder at the end of long days ride would make Kurt's fingers ache. He longed to press his face into the nape of his neck as they rode, his hands wrapped tight around Blaine's middle. And at night?
Well. He flushed when he recalled what they entailed.
"You're up early," Blaine said softly, interrupting his thoughts. He nudged Kurt's arm with his knee. "Jesse's snoring wake you?"
"I'm pretty sure that's Rachel, actually." Kurt smiled as Blaine sat down next to him. He huddled closer. "But it's better than her waking us up with a rendition of The Wild Ripling Waters again".
"You have it straight on her snoring, but I reckon you keep it to yourself in case you offend her feminine sensibilities." Blaine watched him from the corner of his eye. "You should sleep, though. Long days out here."
"I do sleep," answered Kurt in a soft voice. "A lot better now I am no longer tied down at night."
Blaine flinched and glanced away. "Sebastian doesn't trust easily. But I've explained it to him. He knows you be safer here with m-with us."
Kurt tilted his head. "How did you meet him, Blaine? I know how you met Rachel and Jesse, but--"
"It's-" Blaine pursed his lips looking for the words. "It's complicated. And not my tale to tell. Would you mind if we didn't discuss it?"
Kurt faltered, shrugging after a moment and offering a small smile. "I don't think he likes me much."
"Well, you are supposed to be our prisoner," he teased. "And you've already got Rachel and Jesse fawning over you in a way they never have over him. Jesse's even trying to think up a cowboy name for you. Sebastian is--he--" Blaine's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "He can be quite prickly."
"Really?" Kurt pressed a hand to his chest and shook his head slowly. "And yet he hides it so well!"
Blaine's lips twitched. "I'm certain he was only throwing that bowl at you for you to wash."
"Maybe. But perhaps he could just hand me the cutlery next time?"
"Rachel's had a word with him. And by word, I mean she showed him her old Betsey and threw him a stink eye. Ain't a man in the west that's a quicker draw on the gun than Rachel Berry."
"Yes, she's told me. Repeatedly. With numerous demonstrations." Kurt smiled at him, his voice bright. "So, will she do it? Will she dispose of me at the border? Or will that be Sebastian's treat?"
Kurt's chest seemed heavy as the words left his lips. Where had that come from? He had been pushing the worries away since that night. He refused to let them back after allowing his desires through the gate. And yet, as he heard the sentence meet air he knew that the fear and never truly gone away. It had merely had lain in wait. He cursed himself for ruining the moment, but staying alive had never seemed so vital as it did now.
Blaine's face had paled at his words. He swallowed, looked away. He turned back to his Kurt, his expression serious. "I told you. I won't hurt you. I won't allow anyone to hurt you."
"But the others-"
"We aren't monsters, Kurt! We do what we do to survive. Killing a slight, unarmed boy is not what we are about. And no offence, but it's not it's something we'd crow about."
Kurt bristled. "How patronising. Is that all I am to you?"
"No," said Blaine simply. "Truth be told, I don't know what the hell you are to me." He stood up. "All I can ask, Kurt, is that you trust me. You have no reason to. I dragged you out here on this owl hoot trail and if you've got any brains in that hair you won't, but I'm asking you that you take a chance and do." He held out a hand. "What do you say?"
Kurt regarded him coolly for a moment, weighing his words. "Okay," he whispered, taking Blaine's hand and allowing him to be brought to his height. "Okay, I trust you."
"Good!" Blaine grinned. "Now how about we see if we can get you aiming truer and faster than Rachel, huh?"
*
Blaine pointed towards a dead stump. "That scoundrel wants to drop me because I admired his companion's lovely slim ankles."
Kurt nodded. "He looks terribly angry about it."
"Naturally." Blaine nodded. "As the ankles were wrapped around my head at the time."
Kurt blushed beetroot and Blaine grinned back toothily.
"Now," Blaine continued. "He's mad as hell and fixin' to clear leather before me. But, I can't let that happen, can I?" Kurt shook his head. "So what I propose is-" Blaine snatched at both his Colts. In a wild blur, they came up level and cocked. His bullets thundered into the stump, throwing out little clouds of dust and wood.
"Gosh," Kurt said in wonder, feeling a heat stirring in his stomach. "I guess you and the ankles can run away together now."
"Mayhap," he said, handing over the still smoking pistol to Kurt. "Let's see you let fly."
Kurt tucked the gun into the holster that Blaine had loaned him, and dropped his arms straight. He stared down the stump like it was every bully that had ever turned their sourness upon him and went for the draw. He curled his hand round the gun and he whipped it out.
Only to throw it behind him with a clattering thunk.
"Hmm," Blaine mused. "Least you'd knock out anyone trying to sneak up on you." He laughed as Kurt shot him an angry stare, picking up the Colt. and handing it over. "Try it my way instead, though. Just for now." Kurt narrowed his eyes as Blaine took four large comical steps away from him. And ducked low.
Tossing his nose in the air, Kurt stuck his arm out straight, pointing the Colt. at the stump, and pulled the trigger. The gun blasted and jumped. Through the ungodly ringing in his ears, Kurt heard a quiet thump. A puff exploded off the stump.
"I hit it!" Kurt yelled excitedly. "Did you see?"
Blaine peered in amazement at the smoking wood and then back to Kurt. "Do it again."
Holstering the gun and rubbing the sweat off his palms onto his trousers, Kurt once again went for the quickdraw. Clearing leather, he thumbed the hammer and let loose at the stump. Once again a perfect shot.
Kurt turned to Blaine, a smug smile playing at his lips. "And you made it sound so hard."
Blaine scowled but there was no real malice in it. "Okay. You got yourself a natural skill." He walked up behind Kurt pressing up close. "Now let's see how way you draw when distracted." As Kurt re-holstered the gun, Blaine pressed up close, his torso aligning against Kurt's back. "Draw, pilgrim," he whispered into Kurt's ear.
The shot went wide. It was a wonder it didn't take out the back of Blaine's head from the shivers of pleasure in Kurt's body. Blaine's hand smoothed its way down Kurt's arm and encircled the Colt. Extricating it gently from Kurt's fingers, he tossed it far from them both.
His hands moved to Kurt's front, and his lips settled against the sweaty nape of Kurt's neck, tongue tracing in tiny whorls. He slowly began to unbutton Kurt's shirt, fingers rubbing along every trace of skin he slowly revealed.
A soft whimper escaped Kurt when Blaine's nails raked down his chest, leaving tingling reminders in his wake. Holding Kurt's arms, he slowly slipped Kurt's shirt just a few inches down and kissed and nipped along the pale junction of his shoulder. Blaine pushed the material down to Kurt's elbows before stripping it entirely away and dropping it to the ground with the gun.
Kurt's hips began to move in gentle thrusts and undulations as Blaine's hands rested against his hips, pulling him backwards and rubbing his groin against him. Kurt gasped at the hardness he felt pressing into the crack of his ass and the delicious thrill that shot through him almost turning his legs to wisps of air. But Blaine had him tight. Wrapping his arms around Kurt's front, he began to move the two in a slow, punishingly slow, grind.
Reaching behind him, Kurt put his hand to back of Blaine's head, bringing his mouth to his own neck and sighing in pleasure as Blaine took the hint and began to nibble at that one perfect place, biting and then licking over the skin in apology.
"Does that please you?" said Blaine in a hot whisper against his cheek. He pressed up hard, raising Kurt up onto his tiptoes.
"Yes, oh, yes, don't stop," pleaded Kurt through gritted teeth, the insistent throb in his groin almost unbearable. Suddenly, there was nothing but cold air at his back as Blaine moved away and Kurt stumbled backward in a haze of lust and surprise. He didn't move far, though. Gliding around him, Blaine made short work of Kurt's trousers, hands running up and down his thighs as he dropped to his knees."Blaine, what are you-" Blaine's fingers curled around his underwear and Kurt gasped as he dragged them down, and his aching cock bobbed into view.
Despite Kurt's newfound confidence, self-consciousness overcame him fast and his palms found his burning face, hiding him from view.
Blaine's hands were on his thighs, warm and heavy, moving up and over his hips in a slow caress. Kurt lowered his hands, face still flushing but his desire overwhelming his shyness. He watched as Blaine touched him, surprised by his gentleness, by the way that he pressed his hands to the inside of Kurt's thighs and urged them apart, still stroking his skin, firm yet soothing.
Soft kisses, again and again, working his way up until Kurt could feel warm breath and the brush of Blaine's cheek on his balls.
"So beautiful," breathed Blaine, tentative fingers touching at him. Kurt bit his lips as Blaine's fingers dance along his foreskin and his eyes observed him as if waiting for permission. Shakily, Kurt gave a brief nod and Blaine smiled slowly "So very beautiful," he murmured again. Kurt hissed in shock as Blaine's fingers pushed the foreskin back exposing the sensitive glistening head. Watching Kurt all the while, Blaine snaked out his tongue and delivered light touches followed by more lingering ones. Kurt moaned at the traces of heat moving over him as Blaine swirled his tongue over the entire head. With a final glance up at a wide-eyed Kurt, Blaine wrapped his head around the head, sucking noisily.
"Oh," Kurt said weakly. He stared in disbelief as his cock slowly disappeared between Blaine lips and into his mouth. "Oh." Blaine moved his tongue in long, savoury strokes, fingers loosely coiled at the base and Kurt moaned at that wet heat and firm pressure as Blaine sucked, deliberate movements drawing slow curls of pleasure from deep within.
It was like nothing that Kurt had ever imagined, not even since that night in the hills. His hands fisted at his sides, curling and unclenching and all he wanted to do was bury them deep into Blaine's curls. To have more of that tight, slippery velvet surrounding him.
But then there was a cold breeze and Blaine's mouth was gone. Kurt almost cried in frustration but it was a short lived sorrow, for Blaine had moved to mouth Kurt's ball sack and now there was no stopping his fingers from grabbing at Blaine's head if only to maintain his balance, as Blaine tenderly sucked one, then the other. He tried to hold still against the intense sensation, eyes screwed tightly closed but when Blaine ran his tongue up the underside of his cock, Kurt gave up, groaning and twisting his hips, pushing against Blaine's mouth. "Please," he begged wantonly. "Please." With a low chuckle Blaine licked the head. Kurt jerked his hips. "Blaine."
Blaine licked his hipbone, ran his tongue down his stomach and pressed his face against his pubic hair. His mouth travelled everywhere yet left Kurt's cock alone and needing. Dimly, Kurt was aware of Blaine's own fisting hand tucked deep inside his trousers, but the cloud of lust that swarmed Kurt was almost impenetrable. He needed that heat. He couldn't live without it. Blaine maybe deserved every single one of those wanted posters of his.
"Please, Blaine, just-- please!"
Finally, Blaine's mouth engulfed him again, and Kurt almost wept in relief, falling forward only for Blaine's hand to snatch at his hip to grab tight, lest Kurt choke him. Oh. Guilt flooded through him as realised what he had nearly done and he tried to pull away, stuttering apologies as he did, but Blaine only held him firm and took him further into his mouth, groaning around Kurt's member, the vibrations causing Kurt to throw back his head in a guttural yell.
Blaine drew off and Kurt looked down, his eyes lidded, knees shaking and that telltale sign building in his stomach. Oh, Lord, Blaine looked so debauched and sinful staring up at him like that with those dark eyes. His breath coming faster now as his hand sped on ever more.
Watching him, Blaine smirked, leaned forward and pressed his tongue into Kurt's slit, then with a flick of his tongue lapped at the moisture there.
Kurt groaned and fell back. "Please," he begged, his skin feeling three sizes too tight. "Please!" Kurt dug his heels into the ground, and Blaine tugged at Kurt's hip, encouraging him to thrust deeper. Kurt's hands dropped from Blaine's head and onto his shoulders, fisting at the shirt and holding himself steady as Blaine sucked harder, his cheeks concaving on an upward stroke as he watched Kurt fall apart. "I'm going to-" he warned, "Blaine, I-"
Toes curling, Kurt gasped as his climax to tore through him and he shouted Blaine's name as he came, hot and hard against Blaine's lips. With an undignified noise, Blaine released Kurt's cock and wrapped his hand tight around hand Kurt's dick cock, as the remains of Kurt fell over the edge. Licking and suckling at Kurt's head, Blaine's groaning began to rise and Kurt winced as the pleasure slowly became painful so soon after orgasm. He didn't have to endure it for long though as Blaine quickly followed, spilling over his own blurring hand and pressing his face tight against the crease of Kurt's thigh.
"Yes, yes," Blaine gasped, mouthing at the skin there and Kurt couldn't stand it any longer. Limp and breathless, he dropped to his knees and pulled Blaine into a kiss, tasting the bitterness of himself on Blaine's tongue.
"That was-- How did-- I don't--" Kurt struggled out as Blaine swiped at his lips with his tongue. Licking away the last trace of Kurt's pleasure.
Blaine began to answer but then cocked his head, brows joined together in confusion. "Something's coming. Quick, dress yourself. Mind me now!"
Falling over numb limbs and aching tiredness, Kurt dressed as fast as he could, tucking the shirt into his trousers just as Sebastian trotted into view. He fumbled for his belt, dusted himself down, and turned to face Sebastian.
"Howdy," he said, taking in Kurt's flushed cheeks and heaving chest. "I heard shooting."
"I was teaching Kurt here how to shoot." Blaine placed his hat back on his head, flicking at the rim. "He's mighty fine at it, too."
"Oh, I don't doubt that," said Sebastian coldly. "You're needed back at camp. Jesse's seen something."
"What?" Blaine asked, dodging around Kurt and picking up the Colt.
"A wagon. A full one, too." Sebastian fixed his eyes on Kurt's. "We're fixing to turn it over. You in?"
Chapter 9