Gotten (Chapter 6)
A/N: It may not be a good idea to read this chapter and the next one with children or coworkers looking over your shoulder. Just sayin’ ;)
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CHAPTER 6
It’s a pleasant evening in the middle of March and I get home late, exhausted. It’s been the first sunny day in ages and I spent it all renegotiating credits and accounts conditions with the representatives of one of our biggest business clients. I feel like I don’t have any brain cells left to think about anything.
A heavenly smell welcomes me as soon as I open the door to the apartment. Food. I didn’t even have time to grab lunch today. Kurt comes out of the kitchen to say hello. He looks more like himself than I’ve seen in years in tight black jeans and a light grey sweater that clings to his lithe form.
“Hi, gorgeous.”
He blushes adorably. “Oh come on.”
“No, I mean it. You look amazing! Going back to Kurt Hummel haute couture?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. It’s spring, I felt the need to change something. Come on, wash up, dinner will be ready in five minutes. I made chili con carne.”
My stomach growls in anticipation.
Dinner is delicious, just what I needed after a long day. I sigh happily over my emptied plate. Kurt hands me a bottle of ice-cold light beer, takes another for himself.
“After you texted about your tough day, I thought you might want to relax in the evening. Just an idea, but… when was the last time you watched the entire Harry Potter series? Maybe we could start tonight?”
Dinner, cold beer and relaxing movies. I think I love Kurt right now. As a friend, you know. Because I don’t believe in love otherwise.
“Kurt, you’re awesome, has anyone told you that? What do I have to do to make you stay with me forever?”
And he smiles.
And it’s more of a success to me than the very profitable deal I negotiated today at work.
One day two weeks later I come home earlier than usual to find Kurt reading in his room.
“Come on, dress up. We’re going out.”
“Dress up? Where are we going?”
“I can’t tell you, it’s a surprise. But it’s a formal dress type of place, so. Be ready in fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes? Blaine, it’s…”
“Just hurry, we don’t have much time.” He jumps to his closet. Twelve minutes later he emerges and I have a sudden urge to whistle. I’m going out with the most attractive guy in New York. Never mind that it’s just a friend outing.
I whisper to the cab driver where we want to go and make Kurt keep his eyes closed. He does - all the way to Broadway, when I lead him into the Gershwin theatre and to our seats, until the lights go out and everyone goes quiet. When the first notes flow through the air, his eyes snap open. His mouth too.
“Wicked? You took me to see Wicked again? Oh my god, Blaine!” He whispers fervently before he seems to get choked up. Or maybe just goes quiet to listen. Either way, he seems happy. He can’t stop smiling all the way through the play. I have a hard time keeping my eyes on stage. I’ve just missed his smile so much.
Later we go to a fantastic Greek restaurant I discovered last year. The food is amazing and wine flows liberally. Kurt is flushed and excited, unable to stop talking about the play. I don’t remember when I last saw him so giddy.
“Blaine, seriously, thank you! I haven’t been on Broadway in years, I forgot how I loved it, can you believe it?” I can. That’s why I brought him here. To remind him. “I feel like I’m on the best date ever, even though it’s not a date.”
I almost ask if Marcus never took him on such dates, but I don’t want to ruin the mood. So I just laugh.
“I’m glad you like it. I don’t date anymore, so it’s great to have someone to do such things with.”
The next evening I come home to Kurt belting Defying gravity in the kitchen. I stand and listen, transfixed.
Once he finds his voice again, he never stops singing. He doesn’t stop smiling again, either.
There’s one aspect of living with Kurt again I haven’t predicted - we still have chemistry. The sexual tension between us seems to crackle sometimes. And while it was easy enough to suppress when we were in college, now that I’ve been sexually active for years, that I know what’s it all about, how good it is… Let’s just say, it’s much harder to get the thoughts and images out of my head. I should probably just go get laid, it’s been almost six months since the last time after all. Otherwise it can become pretty awkward - I can’t keep getting a hard on half the times Kurt enters the room, for god’s sake! Sooner or later he’ll notice and then what? Don’t even get me started on those days he exits the bathroom without his shirt on. I just hope I don’t talk in my sleep, because the dreams I keep having lately, almost every night… Yeah, about my best friend. Told you - awkward.
Friday evening I come home late. It’s April and suddenly a third of the staff is sick, so I’ve had overtime every day this week. Once I crawl out of the shower, I’m ready to collapse. But I can’t deny myself a while with Kurt and a cold beer in front of the TV. I don’t even know what we’re watching, I just sit on the couch, happy to keep my mind blank and decompress after this damn week. Before I know it, Kurt is naked and gorgeous over me, rocking into me gently, his face flushed and beautiful, his pupils blown wide, my name on his lips.
And then my own moan wakes me.
I’m still on the couch, the TV is off, the lights dimmed. I’m groggy and confused, the way you are sometimes after too short a nap, so it takes a while to understand what’s going on. And when I do, my first thought is Oh, so it’s one of those times where you dream you’re awake. Okay. Because it has to be. Because there’s no way it’s real that Kurt is kneeling on the floor between my legs, stroking me slowly through the thin fabric of my pajama pants. Is there?
He smiles when he notices my eyes are open.
“You were saying my name,” he says, as if that explained everything. He reaches to my waistband, brows rising in question. “Let me?” And dream or not, there’s no way I’m able to deny him.
“Yes. God, yes.”
Seconds later, his mouth is on me. His lovely, hot lips are tight around my cock, sliding down, sucking, swallowing me whole. And oh, it’s not a dream, no dream could have this intensity, ever. I’m awake and Kurt is giving me a blowjob. The thought alone adds another wave of lava hot pleasure coursing south through my body. I’m quickly losing all control over my mouth, my mind, everything. I’m pretty sure I’m babbling, keening, moaning Kurt’s name - because this? This is the best fucking blowjob in my life. I thought Danny was good. But if he was, then Kurt is a master. A magician. I had no idea anything could be that good. I lose all awareness of time and space, there’s only overwhelming pleasure. I think I black out for a moment when I finally fall over the edge. God, the intensity.
When I come to, Kurt is sitting on the couch beside me, cross-legged, lips red, eyes sparkling. Okay, it’s my turn. My mouth is watering at the prospect. I’ve dreamed about this so many times.
“Kurt, that was… oh my god. Thank you. Now, lie down for me.”
He looks a little panicky all of a sudden. “Wait, why?”
“Um, because I want to return the favor?”
“You don’t have to.” His voice is half and octave higher now. It usually means he’s nervous or scared. I stop immediately, curious.
“I know. But I really, really want to. Unless you don’t want me to?”
“No, I… just… okay.” He lowers himself on the pile of pillows at the end of the couch and I kneel over him, reaching for the buttons of his jeans. His cock is straining the thick fabric and I can’t open the buttoned fly fast enough. Finally it’s done and I slide the pants and black briefs halfway down Kurt’s thighs in one smooth motion. After a beat to think about access and restrictions, I ask,
“Can I take these off entirely?” He just nods, breathing fast, his eyes trained on my hands.
Once he’s half naked, I can finally focus on exactly the parts I’m interested in most right now. We’ve been living together for a long time, but we’ve never actually seen each other completely without clothes, there was always at least underwear on. So this is the first time I can actually look at his cock. And it’s just as gorgeous as the rest of him. I check, it fits my hand perfectly. I stroke it once, twice - Kurt mewls quietly, his hips bucking - then dip down to swirl my tongue around the head, gathering the drops of pre-cum already leaking there.
“Oh god, this is gonna be over embarrassingly fast.” Kurt’s voice is rough. I smile to myself. I’ll make sure it isn’t.
I go slow, licking, sucking, sliding up and down. Changing pace. Pausing to stroke Kurt’s cock for a moment, kiss my way down to his balls, shower them with little kitten-licks. Enough to make him crazy, too little to let him come. God, he’s delicious. His weight on my tongue, the length, the width - it’s perfect, it’s like he’s been born to fit my mouth. And the sounds he makes… He’s the most wonderfully responsive man I’ve been with, the most vocal. I’ve always loved Kurt’s voice, ever since I first heard him sing during the Warblers’ audition, but I’ve never thought what it would do to me heard like this. It goes right to my dick. Thirty seconds of the little sighs and moans, the breathless gasps and high keening, and I am hard as steel again. Minutes later, I’m ready to explode, just from that. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to listen to him without getting an instant erection after this. Damn. I moan deep in my throat and Kurt gasps.
“Fuck, Blaine, wait. I’m that close.”
I look up at him, lick the head slowly, teasingly, smile.
“Good. Then come.”
I dive back down, no teasing now - sucking, humming, my hand sliding down to his balls, then further, to that little patch of skin behind, and it’s over, Kurt’s voice in last muffled shout, his cock pulsing on my tongue, spilling hot and plentiful down my throat. I swallow eagerly - god, he even tastes amazing - then withdraw slowly, lick my lips, wait for Kurt to come back down.
When he opens his eyes a few minutes later, his expression is so stunned I almost laugh. I mean, I’ve been told that I’m good at that, but come on, it’s not like he never got sucked off before. Maybe Marcus was bad at oral sex?
“Hi.”
“Hi.” He’s still breathless. “That was…”
“Good, I hope?”
“Mindblowing.” Kurt’s eyes are closing again.
“Okay. Bed. Sleep. Now.” Short commands, that should work even with a blown mind.
“Uhm.” He manages to get up and stumble to his room, giving me a visual of his shapely ass, and I swallow a groan. “’Night.”
“Goodnight.”
I go to bed and lie awake for a while. I can’t believe what has just happened. I wonder how we’ll look each other in the eyes in the morning. I wonder how much it will change between us. I wonder how I will ever be able to forget how amazing it felt, because there’s no chance it’s ever going to happen again.
And yet, against better judgment, I hope it will. This, and more.
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In the next chapter:
…“God, you’re beautiful…” I trace my fingertips lightly down Kurt’s chest, the planes of his stomach…
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CHAPTER 6
It’s a pleasant evening in the middle of March and I get home late, exhausted. It’s been the first sunny day in ages and I spent it all renegotiating credits and accounts conditions with the representatives of one of our biggest business clients. I feel like I don’t have any brain cells left to think about anything.
A heavenly smell welcomes me as soon as I open the door to the apartment. Food. I didn’t even have time to grab lunch today. Kurt comes out of the kitchen to say hello. He looks more like himself than I’ve seen in years in tight black jeans and a light grey sweater that clings to his lithe form.
“Hi, gorgeous.”
He blushes adorably. “Oh come on.”
“No, I mean it. You look amazing! Going back to Kurt Hummel haute couture?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. It’s spring, I felt the need to change something. Come on, wash up, dinner will be ready in five minutes. I made chili con carne.”
My stomach growls in anticipation.
Dinner is delicious, just what I needed after a long day. I sigh happily over my emptied plate. Kurt hands me a bottle of ice-cold light beer, takes another for himself.
“After you texted about your tough day, I thought you might want to relax in the evening. Just an idea, but… when was the last time you watched the entire Harry Potter series? Maybe we could start tonight?”
Dinner, cold beer and relaxing movies. I think I love Kurt right now. As a friend, you know. Because I don’t believe in love otherwise.
“Kurt, you’re awesome, has anyone told you that? What do I have to do to make you stay with me forever?”
And he smiles.
And it’s more of a success to me than the very profitable deal I negotiated today at work.
One day two weeks later I come home earlier than usual to find Kurt reading in his room.
“Come on, dress up. We’re going out.”
“Dress up? Where are we going?”
“I can’t tell you, it’s a surprise. But it’s a formal dress type of place, so. Be ready in fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes? Blaine, it’s…”
“Just hurry, we don’t have much time.” He jumps to his closet. Twelve minutes later he emerges and I have a sudden urge to whistle. I’m going out with the most attractive guy in New York. Never mind that it’s just a friend outing.
I whisper to the cab driver where we want to go and make Kurt keep his eyes closed. He does - all the way to Broadway, when I lead him into the Gershwin theatre and to our seats, until the lights go out and everyone goes quiet. When the first notes flow through the air, his eyes snap open. His mouth too.
“Wicked? You took me to see Wicked again? Oh my god, Blaine!” He whispers fervently before he seems to get choked up. Or maybe just goes quiet to listen. Either way, he seems happy. He can’t stop smiling all the way through the play. I have a hard time keeping my eyes on stage. I’ve just missed his smile so much.
Later we go to a fantastic Greek restaurant I discovered last year. The food is amazing and wine flows liberally. Kurt is flushed and excited, unable to stop talking about the play. I don’t remember when I last saw him so giddy.
“Blaine, seriously, thank you! I haven’t been on Broadway in years, I forgot how I loved it, can you believe it?” I can. That’s why I brought him here. To remind him. “I feel like I’m on the best date ever, even though it’s not a date.”
I almost ask if Marcus never took him on such dates, but I don’t want to ruin the mood. So I just laugh.
“I’m glad you like it. I don’t date anymore, so it’s great to have someone to do such things with.”
The next evening I come home to Kurt belting Defying gravity in the kitchen. I stand and listen, transfixed.
Once he finds his voice again, he never stops singing. He doesn’t stop smiling again, either.
There’s one aspect of living with Kurt again I haven’t predicted - we still have chemistry. The sexual tension between us seems to crackle sometimes. And while it was easy enough to suppress when we were in college, now that I’ve been sexually active for years, that I know what’s it all about, how good it is… Let’s just say, it’s much harder to get the thoughts and images out of my head. I should probably just go get laid, it’s been almost six months since the last time after all. Otherwise it can become pretty awkward - I can’t keep getting a hard on half the times Kurt enters the room, for god’s sake! Sooner or later he’ll notice and then what? Don’t even get me started on those days he exits the bathroom without his shirt on. I just hope I don’t talk in my sleep, because the dreams I keep having lately, almost every night… Yeah, about my best friend. Told you - awkward.
Friday evening I come home late. It’s April and suddenly a third of the staff is sick, so I’ve had overtime every day this week. Once I crawl out of the shower, I’m ready to collapse. But I can’t deny myself a while with Kurt and a cold beer in front of the TV. I don’t even know what we’re watching, I just sit on the couch, happy to keep my mind blank and decompress after this damn week. Before I know it, Kurt is naked and gorgeous over me, rocking into me gently, his face flushed and beautiful, his pupils blown wide, my name on his lips.
And then my own moan wakes me.
I’m still on the couch, the TV is off, the lights dimmed. I’m groggy and confused, the way you are sometimes after too short a nap, so it takes a while to understand what’s going on. And when I do, my first thought is Oh, so it’s one of those times where you dream you’re awake. Okay. Because it has to be. Because there’s no way it’s real that Kurt is kneeling on the floor between my legs, stroking me slowly through the thin fabric of my pajama pants. Is there?
He smiles when he notices my eyes are open.
“You were saying my name,” he says, as if that explained everything. He reaches to my waistband, brows rising in question. “Let me?” And dream or not, there’s no way I’m able to deny him.
“Yes. God, yes.”
Seconds later, his mouth is on me. His lovely, hot lips are tight around my cock, sliding down, sucking, swallowing me whole. And oh, it’s not a dream, no dream could have this intensity, ever. I’m awake and Kurt is giving me a blowjob. The thought alone adds another wave of lava hot pleasure coursing south through my body. I’m quickly losing all control over my mouth, my mind, everything. I’m pretty sure I’m babbling, keening, moaning Kurt’s name - because this? This is the best fucking blowjob in my life. I thought Danny was good. But if he was, then Kurt is a master. A magician. I had no idea anything could be that good. I lose all awareness of time and space, there’s only overwhelming pleasure. I think I black out for a moment when I finally fall over the edge. God, the intensity.
When I come to, Kurt is sitting on the couch beside me, cross-legged, lips red, eyes sparkling. Okay, it’s my turn. My mouth is watering at the prospect. I’ve dreamed about this so many times.
“Kurt, that was… oh my god. Thank you. Now, lie down for me.”
He looks a little panicky all of a sudden. “Wait, why?”
“Um, because I want to return the favor?”
“You don’t have to.” His voice is half and octave higher now. It usually means he’s nervous or scared. I stop immediately, curious.
“I know. But I really, really want to. Unless you don’t want me to?”
“No, I… just… okay.” He lowers himself on the pile of pillows at the end of the couch and I kneel over him, reaching for the buttons of his jeans. His cock is straining the thick fabric and I can’t open the buttoned fly fast enough. Finally it’s done and I slide the pants and black briefs halfway down Kurt’s thighs in one smooth motion. After a beat to think about access and restrictions, I ask,
“Can I take these off entirely?” He just nods, breathing fast, his eyes trained on my hands.
Once he’s half naked, I can finally focus on exactly the parts I’m interested in most right now. We’ve been living together for a long time, but we’ve never actually seen each other completely without clothes, there was always at least underwear on. So this is the first time I can actually look at his cock. And it’s just as gorgeous as the rest of him. I check, it fits my hand perfectly. I stroke it once, twice - Kurt mewls quietly, his hips bucking - then dip down to swirl my tongue around the head, gathering the drops of pre-cum already leaking there.
“Oh god, this is gonna be over embarrassingly fast.” Kurt’s voice is rough. I smile to myself. I’ll make sure it isn’t.
I go slow, licking, sucking, sliding up and down. Changing pace. Pausing to stroke Kurt’s cock for a moment, kiss my way down to his balls, shower them with little kitten-licks. Enough to make him crazy, too little to let him come. God, he’s delicious. His weight on my tongue, the length, the width - it’s perfect, it’s like he’s been born to fit my mouth. And the sounds he makes… He’s the most wonderfully responsive man I’ve been with, the most vocal. I’ve always loved Kurt’s voice, ever since I first heard him sing during the Warblers’ audition, but I’ve never thought what it would do to me heard like this. It goes right to my dick. Thirty seconds of the little sighs and moans, the breathless gasps and high keening, and I am hard as steel again. Minutes later, I’m ready to explode, just from that. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to listen to him without getting an instant erection after this. Damn. I moan deep in my throat and Kurt gasps.
“Fuck, Blaine, wait. I’m that close.”
I look up at him, lick the head slowly, teasingly, smile.
“Good. Then come.”
I dive back down, no teasing now - sucking, humming, my hand sliding down to his balls, then further, to that little patch of skin behind, and it’s over, Kurt’s voice in last muffled shout, his cock pulsing on my tongue, spilling hot and plentiful down my throat. I swallow eagerly - god, he even tastes amazing - then withdraw slowly, lick my lips, wait for Kurt to come back down.
When he opens his eyes a few minutes later, his expression is so stunned I almost laugh. I mean, I’ve been told that I’m good at that, but come on, it’s not like he never got sucked off before. Maybe Marcus was bad at oral sex?
“Hi.”
“Hi.” He’s still breathless. “That was…”
“Good, I hope?”
“Mindblowing.” Kurt’s eyes are closing again.
“Okay. Bed. Sleep. Now.” Short commands, that should work even with a blown mind.
“Uhm.” He manages to get up and stumble to his room, giving me a visual of his shapely ass, and I swallow a groan. “’Night.”
“Goodnight.”
I go to bed and lie awake for a while. I can’t believe what has just happened. I wonder how we’ll look each other in the eyes in the morning. I wonder how much it will change between us. I wonder how I will ever be able to forget how amazing it felt, because there’s no chance it’s ever going to happen again.
And yet, against better judgment, I hope it will. This, and more.
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In the next chapter:
…“God, you’re beautiful…” I trace my fingertips lightly down Kurt’s chest, the planes of his stomach…