The Outlaw Blaine Anderson (12/14)
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/ 8/9/ 10/11
The Outlaw Blaine Anderson
Chapter 12
“This I call the reverse cowboy.” Sugar scissored her legs in the air and peered at him from below her handstand. “You see, you climb on and it’s like riding a horse upside down!”
“I’m not-- I don’t--” Kurt tugged at his collar, blushing furiously. “Won’t we topple over?”
She sighed and deftly rolled out of the stand, returning to an upright position. “Perhaps that is a bit advanced for a beginner.”
“I’m not a beginner!” he protested. “I’ve done this dozens of times.” He tried not to think about Brittany. Or about the impromptu puppet show she had put on to cheer him after his failed attempt to find arousal in her arms. “I’m rather adept at it!”
“Is that so, Billy?“ She tapped her lip in thought. “It is terrible warm in here, ain’t it?” She fluttered a hand at her face, and trailed the other to her bodice. “Terrible warm, indeed!”
“Really? I think it’s rather chilly! Unseasonably so! Brr!” Kurt wrapped his arms around himself and rubbed at his shoulders. “Perhaps we should return to the bar? Mayhap all that body heat--oh!” Kurt gasped as she dived forward, grabbed his left hand and brought it her bosom.
“Do you feel,” she fluttered her lashes, “a trifle more heated now?”
“Yes,” Kurt squeaked, staring at his hand in terror. The effects of alcohol seemed to be fleeing his body, and his hard resolve with it. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t. Before he could utter the words, Sugar was pushing forward and pressing her lips to his. His hand lay trapped in between them and Kurt could feel the slow steady beat of her heart at his fingertips. Not fast and erratic like Blaine’s had felt as he moved his body along Kurt’s. Just there. That was all.
Sugar pulled away with a loud lip smack and stared at him evenly. “Don’tcha you like girls or something?”
“I-- er, madam, you are most beautiful and alluring and fragrant and--”
“Can it, Billy.” She stepped away, turning to look in the mirror at her side. Fixing her hair, she sighed. “You want me to go get you a boy? I’m sure Samuel was free?”
“Oh! Oh. No, no, no! Honestly, I’m fine!” Kurt wetted his dry lips and tried to give her a reassuring smile. “I’m just tired. That’s all. I’ll just head back to the bar and--”
“Jesse paid for you to be having fun and make no mistake, you’ll have it.” She patted his cheek, rather harder than was required, and proceeded to the door. “You just sit tight, Billy. I’ll fix you right up!”
“Wait, it’s fine!” Kurt tried to follow but the door was already slamming shut. For a moment, Kurt dithered. Fingers in his hair and heart hammering in his chest. He could leave. He should leave. Going through this was embarrassing enough with Sugar, but to have a repeat performance with another. Mortifying.
No. He’d leave. He’d go find the others and say that he was too tired and just try to avoid Blaine’s eye contact. After tomorrow he would never have to see this people again anyway. Kurt tried not to allow the pain of that thought fall over him.
A door creaked open behind him and Kurt inwardly groaned. Sugar was surely fast off the draw. “My sincere apologies but--” Kurt swallowed his words on being confronted with Blaine.
“You’re forgiven,” Blaine rolled his shoulders slowly. “Ain’t right sure what for, though.” He closed the door behind him, tripping the lock into place. “But I reckon it’s me that needs to be apologising.” His eyes raked over Kurt’s body, leaving heat wherever they lay.
“Really?” Kurt asked breathlessly. He placed his hands on his hips. “Do you mind? I’m waiting for Sugar.”
“Oh, yes.” Blaine nodded. “Round two?”
Kurt flapped a hand. “I stopped counting when we reached double figures.”
“Crying shame. I liked Sugar. Oh, well.” Blaine took his gun out of his holster. “I’ll make it quick.”
“Wait, what?” Kurt’s eyes went wide. “You don’t mean to? Surely?”
“I’m not happy about it, but I got me a mighty high temper and an even worse jealous streak.” Blaine sighed. “Don’t you worry none. I’ll make it a head shot.”
“Blaine, no, no!” Kurt practically flew across the room. “We didn’t do anything! We didn’t do-- are you laughing?” Kurt demanded.
“Kurt, you are so easy!” Blaine considered. “Well, maybe not according to Sugar.”
Kurt gritted his teeth and went to move away but Blaine’s hand snapped out and held him tight. “I am mighty sorry for the way I have behaved with you. It was ungentlemanly.” Blaine gave a soft laugh. “I mean, I did not wish to confuse you with my intentions.”
Kurt threw his hand off. “And what are your intentions? Because I most certainly do not know. You either want me or--”
“I want you,” interrupted Blaine. “More than I have ever wanted anyone in my life. I think-- I think it’s more than that. But I can’t have you, Kurt.”
“Yes, you can,” whispered Kurt. “You can.”
“Not without great cost. And that’s why you can’t come with me, Kurt.” Blaine reached out again and encircled Kurt’s wrists, pulling him into his personal space. “My life is hard and dangerous, and if something were to happen to you then I couldn’t handle that pain for a second. Do you follow?”
“I can protect myself, Blaine.” Kurt had meant the tone to be biting, but it came out as a plea.
“Yes, I saw Sebastian’s black eye.” Blaine let go of his left wrist, and reached a hand up to trail his cheekbone. “But I don’t want you to have to. I want you to go to New York. I want you to have everything you want.”
“All I want is you.”
Blaine sucked in a breath at that, and closed his eyes tight. “No, Kurt.” He opened his eyes. “I can’t lead you into this life. I can’t break you like that.”
Kurt pulled his other hand free and shoved at Blaine’s chest. “I can make my own decisions, Blaine! I am not a child.” He ran a hand through his hair, gripping the root in frustration. “Just trust me. Please.”
“I am not a good man, Kurt.” Blaine turned away, his profile falling into shadow. “I’ve done things. Hell, I’ve done things that would change the way you look at me.” He glanced back. “That look. That one right there. That would leave once you knew the real me.”
“Then tell me,” Kurt reached out, gripping at his shirt. “I promise I won’t think anything less of you. I never could!”
“Because you are naïve!” Blaine snapped. “This is all a big game to you. An exciting adventure! But these are our lives, Kurt! And it isn’t a good life, and it‘s a life that usually ends swift. I won‘t have that happen to you!” He softened. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to yell at you.” He closed a hand over Kurt’s that fisted at his shoulder. “Tomorrow we ride out. For the border. And we’ll leave you here. Sugar has agreed to send word to your town.”
Kurt watched Blaine’s face carefully, filling dread and sadness spread across his chest. “So, this is it?”
Blaine nodded, wrapping his arm around Kurt’s back. “This is it.”
Kurt worried at his lip. “Perhaps one day--”
“No,” said Blaine softly. “This is it.”
Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was it. Their last night together. So short their time had been together and Kurt had changed in more ways then he could count. Their last night. He opened his eyes. “Then let’s make it count.”
Blaine smiled sadly. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Kurt nodded. “After all, Jesse did pay for the room.”
Blaine laughed, only for his expression to even out and for his eyes to turn dark. He stepped close, breathing Kurt in deep and pushing him further into the room.
Feeling the edge of the bed the back of his knees, Kurt suddenly felt very young and inexperienced compared to Blaine’s worldly smirk. Kurt’s facial expression must have revealed something of that, because Blaine leant closer, delivering gentle kisses to Kurt’s mouth but never long enough for the kiss to deepen.
Slowly, Blaine’s fingers came to his chest and released each button from its confines. As he undressed Kurt, his eyes barely left his, his lips constantly finding their way back to Kurt’s mouth until Kurt stood naked before him. Kurt felt shyness overcoming him, and fought the urge to cover himself as Blaine’s gaze finally dropped to his body.
“Damn,” Blaine said with a wicked grin, and hurriedly, with a lot less care than he had taken with Kurt’s clothing, Blaine followed suit, throwing his clothes into an untidy jumble alongside Kurt’s.
He stepped forward and bent his head, pressing a warm, leisurely, open-mouthed kiss to Kurt‘s chest. Kurt gave a little gasp of pleasure as Blaine‘s lips moved over his nipple, softly at first with little darts of his tongue, until he worried the nub between his teeth and made Kurt‘s legs go weak. Almost collapsing against him, Blaine’s hands found his hips and held on tight and Kurt whined as he tried in vain to grind himself against Blaine. Reaching out his own hand, he dug his fingers into Blaine’s thick dark hair and pulled him closer to him.
Blaine pulled away, pushing at Kurt’s shoulder’s gently, he pressed him back against the mattress and followed in earnest, his body aligning with his as he lowered himself down. Kurt groaned as their groins rubbed together, sparks igniting all over his body and his mind seemingly shutting completely down. His hips rotated up and his hands pulled Blaine bruise making close, he needed that sensation again, he needed it.
“Just a--ahh- just a minute, Kurt,” gasped Blaine against the crook of his neck. Pulling away, Kurt loathed the chill of the air that replaced Blaine’s weight. He grasped at the sheets of the bed and writhed as his arousal spread through his body, dimly aware that Blaine was rooting in the bedside table, uttering little oaths under his breath. A crash caused Kurt to open his eyes and glance over with a quirked brow.
“I got impatient,” shrugged Blaine, holding up the remnants of a shattered drawer and emptying its contents on the bed. “Remind me to leave Sugar something extra for the damage.”
“What is it that you need?” Kurt watched as Blaine fingered through the items, throwing things over his shoulder in abandon.
“You’ll see. If I ever see-- aha!” He brushed the rest off the bed and crawled towards Kurt triumphant, a tiny vial of oil clasped in his hand. “Turn over,” he whispered, his hand resting on Kurt’s thigh. “Onto your stomach.”
Kurt nodded shakily, complying quickly and gasping as his cock became trapped between himself and the bed sheets. He fought the urge to grind against the mattress. He wanted this to last. Blaine’s arm snaked around his waist, and a pillow was slipped under him, Blaine’s fingers stroking over his skin gently as he lowered Kurt down with a kiss between his shoulder blades.
Blaine’s hands seemed to be everywhere at once, his lips in their wake and Kurt sighed at every feathery touch. He felt Blaine press against the bed and his own legs parted with Blaine’s knee as fingers kneaded against the flesh of his rear.
“It’s okay.” Words whispered against his ear as a finger pressed between his cheeks, the surface copious and slippery. Kurt cried out as Blaine’s finger breached him. “Relax, Kurt. Trust me.” Kurt nodded, gasping as Blaine’s finger began to slide in and out of him, slowly at first and then in a rough pace that Kurt felt himself pushing back into. Warm, wet lips trailed across his back as his finger worked, and the initial comfort began to give way to a sort of pleasurable thrum. Another finger joined the former, and Kurt grasped the sheets in anticipation of the stretch and the burn, but it wasn’t as bad as he had feared. His breath was coming faster now as Blaine’s fingers twisted inside of him and the pleasing sensation was definitely on the rise.
“Please,” whispered Kurt, not even knowing what it was that he wanted. “I need--” Blaine’s fingers withdrew completely and Kurt pressed back, whimpering at their loss. A kiss to the base of his spine and then the freshly oiled fingers returned, now with a third pressing into him. Kurt rubbed his face against the sheets as he adjusted to the intrusion. “Blaine, I--” A blinding heat of pleasure racked through him as Blaine’s fingers pressed at a point inside of him. “Do that again!
Blaine chuckled and did just that, Kurt barely aware of anything but the pure and utter ecstasy of that nub being rubbed at again and again. He was hardly aware of Blaine’s arm snaking under him and pulling his groin away from the bed to stop him rutting against it so desperately. “I think you’re ready,” said Blaine in a choked voice.
Kurt nodded, head dipped forward and eyes squeezed closed as he felt Blaine’s cock line up at his entrance. He had only the vaguest notions of what sex between two men had entailed, it had always been an idea that he had held far from his imagination. Afraid that even allowing the thought of it would make it known to all that saw his face from the day on. But now that he was here it was of his body need not be told, it simply acted on instinct and want. He bit his lip as Blaine eased slowly into him, stopping before it had barely began and holding position.
“Tell me when you are ready for me to move.”
“More,” breathed Kurt, wincing at the discomfort. “Please, Blaine.”
Blaine pressed forward slowly, his member entering Kurt inch by inch before filling him entirely. Kisses reigned down across his shoulder blades and neck as Blaine pulled back just as slowly, before thrusting back and hitting that same place. Kurt’s answering groan seemed to be enough to spur Blaine onward, for he repeated the action but the thrust deeper and harder this time and Kurt was simply lost in the thrill. There was nothing but this room, this night. Blaine.
Blaine’s hand grazed over his stomach and made its way to Kurt’s groin, circling round his cock and tugging in time to his hips snapping against Kurt’s body and it was too much, too wonderful and Kurt was crying out with everything he had. He shuddered as his orgasm rushed through him, and he spilled over into Blaine’s hand that continued to work him through his coming.
Blaine himself was gasping heavily, his own thrusts now out of time but hard and fast, and with a surge forward his teeth pressed into Kurt’s skin as his body shook and twisted from the strength of his own coming. “Kurt, Kurt, Kurt,” he groaned into the nape of Kurt’s neck.
Kurt was barely there for anything that followed. Blaine had slipped out of him and cleaned them both up gently, before lying down beside him and curling against his body. Kurt was lost to the dreamy hue of pleasure. Even the knowledge that this would be their last and only time together could barely break through the haze.
As fingers carded through his hair, Kurt allowed himself to drift off into a rested sleep. He thought for a moment that he had heard Blaine whisper a declaration of love, but before he could assess whether this was truth or dream, he had slipped away into blackness.
*
When Kurt awoke, he reached out to the space beside him but Blaine was gone. He sighed with relief upon realising that his fleeing had only consisted of going to the window. Throwing back the covers, he padded across the room, wincing slightly at the ache. Reaching the other man, he wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed at Blaine’s shoulder.
“You should sleep,” said Blaine kindly. “You have a few hours until dawn.” He reached downward and clasped Kurt’s hands, fingers rubbing over the knuckles.
“Mayhap you could help tucker me out?” Kurt teased, glancing down at the dark town and the one or two stragglers that filled the streets.
“Again?” Blaine shook his head sadly. “And I thought you were a nice boy.”
“Oh, that I am, but--” Kurt’s brows furrowed together as he watched the events below. “Is that Sebastian?” Two dark figures appeared to be pushing him between the them, while exchanging muted shouts. “Is he in trouble?”
“Sebastian is always--“ A gun shot rang out into the night and the two stared into the street as others followed it. One of the men was aiming at the ground below Sebastian and making him dance back and forth to avoid the bullets. “Kurt, get my guns!” Blaine scrambled back into the room, dressing quickly as Kurt snatched up his holster.
As he ran back to Blaine, he glanced once more out of the window and down at the men below. The man that wasn’t shooting was further back from the proceedings, hands in his pocket and hat tipped low. But despite the distance, despite the shadows, Kurt instantly knew who it was. He’d know that man anywhere.
After all, it was his father.
Chapter 13
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/ 8/9/ 10/11
The Outlaw Blaine Anderson
Chapter 12
“This I call the reverse cowboy.” Sugar scissored her legs in the air and peered at him from below her handstand. “You see, you climb on and it’s like riding a horse upside down!”
“I’m not-- I don’t--” Kurt tugged at his collar, blushing furiously. “Won’t we topple over?”
She sighed and deftly rolled out of the stand, returning to an upright position. “Perhaps that is a bit advanced for a beginner.”
“I’m not a beginner!” he protested. “I’ve done this dozens of times.” He tried not to think about Brittany. Or about the impromptu puppet show she had put on to cheer him after his failed attempt to find arousal in her arms. “I’m rather adept at it!”
“Is that so, Billy?“ She tapped her lip in thought. “It is terrible warm in here, ain’t it?” She fluttered a hand at her face, and trailed the other to her bodice. “Terrible warm, indeed!”
“Really? I think it’s rather chilly! Unseasonably so! Brr!” Kurt wrapped his arms around himself and rubbed at his shoulders. “Perhaps we should return to the bar? Mayhap all that body heat--oh!” Kurt gasped as she dived forward, grabbed his left hand and brought it her bosom.
“Do you feel,” she fluttered her lashes, “a trifle more heated now?”
“Yes,” Kurt squeaked, staring at his hand in terror. The effects of alcohol seemed to be fleeing his body, and his hard resolve with it. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t. Before he could utter the words, Sugar was pushing forward and pressing her lips to his. His hand lay trapped in between them and Kurt could feel the slow steady beat of her heart at his fingertips. Not fast and erratic like Blaine’s had felt as he moved his body along Kurt’s. Just there. That was all.
Sugar pulled away with a loud lip smack and stared at him evenly. “Don’tcha you like girls or something?”
“I-- er, madam, you are most beautiful and alluring and fragrant and--”
“Can it, Billy.” She stepped away, turning to look in the mirror at her side. Fixing her hair, she sighed. “You want me to go get you a boy? I’m sure Samuel was free?”
“Oh! Oh. No, no, no! Honestly, I’m fine!” Kurt wetted his dry lips and tried to give her a reassuring smile. “I’m just tired. That’s all. I’ll just head back to the bar and--”
“Jesse paid for you to be having fun and make no mistake, you’ll have it.” She patted his cheek, rather harder than was required, and proceeded to the door. “You just sit tight, Billy. I’ll fix you right up!”
“Wait, it’s fine!” Kurt tried to follow but the door was already slamming shut. For a moment, Kurt dithered. Fingers in his hair and heart hammering in his chest. He could leave. He should leave. Going through this was embarrassing enough with Sugar, but to have a repeat performance with another. Mortifying.
No. He’d leave. He’d go find the others and say that he was too tired and just try to avoid Blaine’s eye contact. After tomorrow he would never have to see this people again anyway. Kurt tried not to allow the pain of that thought fall over him.
A door creaked open behind him and Kurt inwardly groaned. Sugar was surely fast off the draw. “My sincere apologies but--” Kurt swallowed his words on being confronted with Blaine.
“You’re forgiven,” Blaine rolled his shoulders slowly. “Ain’t right sure what for, though.” He closed the door behind him, tripping the lock into place. “But I reckon it’s me that needs to be apologising.” His eyes raked over Kurt’s body, leaving heat wherever they lay.
“Really?” Kurt asked breathlessly. He placed his hands on his hips. “Do you mind? I’m waiting for Sugar.”
“Oh, yes.” Blaine nodded. “Round two?”
Kurt flapped a hand. “I stopped counting when we reached double figures.”
“Crying shame. I liked Sugar. Oh, well.” Blaine took his gun out of his holster. “I’ll make it quick.”
“Wait, what?” Kurt’s eyes went wide. “You don’t mean to? Surely?”
“I’m not happy about it, but I got me a mighty high temper and an even worse jealous streak.” Blaine sighed. “Don’t you worry none. I’ll make it a head shot.”
“Blaine, no, no!” Kurt practically flew across the room. “We didn’t do anything! We didn’t do-- are you laughing?” Kurt demanded.
“Kurt, you are so easy!” Blaine considered. “Well, maybe not according to Sugar.”
Kurt gritted his teeth and went to move away but Blaine’s hand snapped out and held him tight. “I am mighty sorry for the way I have behaved with you. It was ungentlemanly.” Blaine gave a soft laugh. “I mean, I did not wish to confuse you with my intentions.”
Kurt threw his hand off. “And what are your intentions? Because I most certainly do not know. You either want me or--”
“I want you,” interrupted Blaine. “More than I have ever wanted anyone in my life. I think-- I think it’s more than that. But I can’t have you, Kurt.”
“Yes, you can,” whispered Kurt. “You can.”
“Not without great cost. And that’s why you can’t come with me, Kurt.” Blaine reached out again and encircled Kurt’s wrists, pulling him into his personal space. “My life is hard and dangerous, and if something were to happen to you then I couldn’t handle that pain for a second. Do you follow?”
“I can protect myself, Blaine.” Kurt had meant the tone to be biting, but it came out as a plea.
“Yes, I saw Sebastian’s black eye.” Blaine let go of his left wrist, and reached a hand up to trail his cheekbone. “But I don’t want you to have to. I want you to go to New York. I want you to have everything you want.”
“All I want is you.”
Blaine sucked in a breath at that, and closed his eyes tight. “No, Kurt.” He opened his eyes. “I can’t lead you into this life. I can’t break you like that.”
Kurt pulled his other hand free and shoved at Blaine’s chest. “I can make my own decisions, Blaine! I am not a child.” He ran a hand through his hair, gripping the root in frustration. “Just trust me. Please.”
“I am not a good man, Kurt.” Blaine turned away, his profile falling into shadow. “I’ve done things. Hell, I’ve done things that would change the way you look at me.” He glanced back. “That look. That one right there. That would leave once you knew the real me.”
“Then tell me,” Kurt reached out, gripping at his shirt. “I promise I won’t think anything less of you. I never could!”
“Because you are naïve!” Blaine snapped. “This is all a big game to you. An exciting adventure! But these are our lives, Kurt! And it isn’t a good life, and it‘s a life that usually ends swift. I won‘t have that happen to you!” He softened. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to yell at you.” He closed a hand over Kurt’s that fisted at his shoulder. “Tomorrow we ride out. For the border. And we’ll leave you here. Sugar has agreed to send word to your town.”
Kurt watched Blaine’s face carefully, filling dread and sadness spread across his chest. “So, this is it?”
Blaine nodded, wrapping his arm around Kurt’s back. “This is it.”
Kurt worried at his lip. “Perhaps one day--”
“No,” said Blaine softly. “This is it.”
Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was it. Their last night together. So short their time had been together and Kurt had changed in more ways then he could count. Their last night. He opened his eyes. “Then let’s make it count.”
Blaine smiled sadly. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Kurt nodded. “After all, Jesse did pay for the room.”
Blaine laughed, only for his expression to even out and for his eyes to turn dark. He stepped close, breathing Kurt in deep and pushing him further into the room.
Feeling the edge of the bed the back of his knees, Kurt suddenly felt very young and inexperienced compared to Blaine’s worldly smirk. Kurt’s facial expression must have revealed something of that, because Blaine leant closer, delivering gentle kisses to Kurt’s mouth but never long enough for the kiss to deepen.
Slowly, Blaine’s fingers came to his chest and released each button from its confines. As he undressed Kurt, his eyes barely left his, his lips constantly finding their way back to Kurt’s mouth until Kurt stood naked before him. Kurt felt shyness overcoming him, and fought the urge to cover himself as Blaine’s gaze finally dropped to his body.
“Damn,” Blaine said with a wicked grin, and hurriedly, with a lot less care than he had taken with Kurt’s clothing, Blaine followed suit, throwing his clothes into an untidy jumble alongside Kurt’s.
He stepped forward and bent his head, pressing a warm, leisurely, open-mouthed kiss to Kurt‘s chest. Kurt gave a little gasp of pleasure as Blaine‘s lips moved over his nipple, softly at first with little darts of his tongue, until he worried the nub between his teeth and made Kurt‘s legs go weak. Almost collapsing against him, Blaine’s hands found his hips and held on tight and Kurt whined as he tried in vain to grind himself against Blaine. Reaching out his own hand, he dug his fingers into Blaine’s thick dark hair and pulled him closer to him.
Blaine pulled away, pushing at Kurt’s shoulder’s gently, he pressed him back against the mattress and followed in earnest, his body aligning with his as he lowered himself down. Kurt groaned as their groins rubbed together, sparks igniting all over his body and his mind seemingly shutting completely down. His hips rotated up and his hands pulled Blaine bruise making close, he needed that sensation again, he needed it.
“Just a--ahh- just a minute, Kurt,” gasped Blaine against the crook of his neck. Pulling away, Kurt loathed the chill of the air that replaced Blaine’s weight. He grasped at the sheets of the bed and writhed as his arousal spread through his body, dimly aware that Blaine was rooting in the bedside table, uttering little oaths under his breath. A crash caused Kurt to open his eyes and glance over with a quirked brow.
“I got impatient,” shrugged Blaine, holding up the remnants of a shattered drawer and emptying its contents on the bed. “Remind me to leave Sugar something extra for the damage.”
“What is it that you need?” Kurt watched as Blaine fingered through the items, throwing things over his shoulder in abandon.
“You’ll see. If I ever see-- aha!” He brushed the rest off the bed and crawled towards Kurt triumphant, a tiny vial of oil clasped in his hand. “Turn over,” he whispered, his hand resting on Kurt’s thigh. “Onto your stomach.”
Kurt nodded shakily, complying quickly and gasping as his cock became trapped between himself and the bed sheets. He fought the urge to grind against the mattress. He wanted this to last. Blaine’s arm snaked around his waist, and a pillow was slipped under him, Blaine’s fingers stroking over his skin gently as he lowered Kurt down with a kiss between his shoulder blades.
Blaine’s hands seemed to be everywhere at once, his lips in their wake and Kurt sighed at every feathery touch. He felt Blaine press against the bed and his own legs parted with Blaine’s knee as fingers kneaded against the flesh of his rear.
“It’s okay.” Words whispered against his ear as a finger pressed between his cheeks, the surface copious and slippery. Kurt cried out as Blaine’s finger breached him. “Relax, Kurt. Trust me.” Kurt nodded, gasping as Blaine’s finger began to slide in and out of him, slowly at first and then in a rough pace that Kurt felt himself pushing back into. Warm, wet lips trailed across his back as his finger worked, and the initial comfort began to give way to a sort of pleasurable thrum. Another finger joined the former, and Kurt grasped the sheets in anticipation of the stretch and the burn, but it wasn’t as bad as he had feared. His breath was coming faster now as Blaine’s fingers twisted inside of him and the pleasing sensation was definitely on the rise.
“Please,” whispered Kurt, not even knowing what it was that he wanted. “I need--” Blaine’s fingers withdrew completely and Kurt pressed back, whimpering at their loss. A kiss to the base of his spine and then the freshly oiled fingers returned, now with a third pressing into him. Kurt rubbed his face against the sheets as he adjusted to the intrusion. “Blaine, I--” A blinding heat of pleasure racked through him as Blaine’s fingers pressed at a point inside of him. “Do that again!
Blaine chuckled and did just that, Kurt barely aware of anything but the pure and utter ecstasy of that nub being rubbed at again and again. He was hardly aware of Blaine’s arm snaking under him and pulling his groin away from the bed to stop him rutting against it so desperately. “I think you’re ready,” said Blaine in a choked voice.
Kurt nodded, head dipped forward and eyes squeezed closed as he felt Blaine’s cock line up at his entrance. He had only the vaguest notions of what sex between two men had entailed, it had always been an idea that he had held far from his imagination. Afraid that even allowing the thought of it would make it known to all that saw his face from the day on. But now that he was here it was of his body need not be told, it simply acted on instinct and want. He bit his lip as Blaine eased slowly into him, stopping before it had barely began and holding position.
“Tell me when you are ready for me to move.”
“More,” breathed Kurt, wincing at the discomfort. “Please, Blaine.”
Blaine pressed forward slowly, his member entering Kurt inch by inch before filling him entirely. Kisses reigned down across his shoulder blades and neck as Blaine pulled back just as slowly, before thrusting back and hitting that same place. Kurt’s answering groan seemed to be enough to spur Blaine onward, for he repeated the action but the thrust deeper and harder this time and Kurt was simply lost in the thrill. There was nothing but this room, this night. Blaine.
Blaine’s hand grazed over his stomach and made its way to Kurt’s groin, circling round his cock and tugging in time to his hips snapping against Kurt’s body and it was too much, too wonderful and Kurt was crying out with everything he had. He shuddered as his orgasm rushed through him, and he spilled over into Blaine’s hand that continued to work him through his coming.
Blaine himself was gasping heavily, his own thrusts now out of time but hard and fast, and with a surge forward his teeth pressed into Kurt’s skin as his body shook and twisted from the strength of his own coming. “Kurt, Kurt, Kurt,” he groaned into the nape of Kurt’s neck.
Kurt was barely there for anything that followed. Blaine had slipped out of him and cleaned them both up gently, before lying down beside him and curling against his body. Kurt was lost to the dreamy hue of pleasure. Even the knowledge that this would be their last and only time together could barely break through the haze.
As fingers carded through his hair, Kurt allowed himself to drift off into a rested sleep. He thought for a moment that he had heard Blaine whisper a declaration of love, but before he could assess whether this was truth or dream, he had slipped away into blackness.
*
When Kurt awoke, he reached out to the space beside him but Blaine was gone. He sighed with relief upon realising that his fleeing had only consisted of going to the window. Throwing back the covers, he padded across the room, wincing slightly at the ache. Reaching the other man, he wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed at Blaine’s shoulder.
“You should sleep,” said Blaine kindly. “You have a few hours until dawn.” He reached downward and clasped Kurt’s hands, fingers rubbing over the knuckles.
“Mayhap you could help tucker me out?” Kurt teased, glancing down at the dark town and the one or two stragglers that filled the streets.
“Again?” Blaine shook his head sadly. “And I thought you were a nice boy.”
“Oh, that I am, but--” Kurt’s brows furrowed together as he watched the events below. “Is that Sebastian?” Two dark figures appeared to be pushing him between the them, while exchanging muted shouts. “Is he in trouble?”
“Sebastian is always--“ A gun shot rang out into the night and the two stared into the street as others followed it. One of the men was aiming at the ground below Sebastian and making him dance back and forth to avoid the bullets. “Kurt, get my guns!” Blaine scrambled back into the room, dressing quickly as Kurt snatched up his holster.
As he ran back to Blaine, he glanced once more out of the window and down at the men below. The man that wasn’t shooting was further back from the proceedings, hands in his pocket and hat tipped low. But despite the distance, despite the shadows, Kurt instantly knew who it was. He’d know that man anywhere.
After all, it was his father.
Chapter 13