Do What You Will (5/5)
Chapter summary: Yes, no, maybe is all I need to hear from you...
A/N: This exists almost solely because of Jo's much-appreciated urging and encouragement. She is my raison d'être when it comes to all things fic-related.
I should probably warn for comeplay. It's here! Also erm title filched from Foster the People, summary thanks to Cut Copy. When is it not?
Please comment if you've opinions, complaints, non sequiturs, anything you need to get off your chest... just, yeah. That'd be nice.
Posted here at AO3
Kurt was the first to stir as brash morning light poured through the slit in the curtains. The warmth of Blaine’s body radiated from behind him, and he took a deep breath almost entirely to watch the rise and fall of Blaine’s arm, the hand that clung like static to Kurt’s chest. He resisted the urge to splay out his limbs in an early morning unfurling, instead opting to wiggle his toes as far downwards as possible, barely suppressing a cozy hum at the stretch.
It wasn’t a long wait before Blaine nuzzled closer; the arm snugly fit under Kurt’s pillow twitched uselessly, but the other dragged Kurt’s back flush to his front with no room for argument.
And that was- Oh.
For all the days they had been together, followed by many more when they, well, hadn’t been, Kurt could tick off on his fingers how many nights they’d spent together in the same bed as friends, lovers, anything. Two of those nights which he tried to forget more often than not. So this, Blaine’s very real and very persistent morning wood, wasn’t something he’d encountered often.
And it was kind of right where Kurt wanted it.
Blaine was snuffling sweet nothings into the back of Kurt’s neck, obviously mostly asleep still. Lucky bastard wasn’t getting the brunt of the sunlight. Judiciously ensuring his movements wouldn’t disturb too much, Kurt wrangled Blaine’s fingers from the thin cotton of his sleepshirt and slipped one just barely past his lips, sucking then teething along the pad of his index in equal measure.
Nothing. Fine, then.
He took two at once, dipping his head rather than pull Blaine’s hand any closer, and began to tongue them in earnest, pausing to lick at the space between fingers, to lap at the underside hungrily. A muffled 'mmf’ at his ear let him know he finally had an audience. He paused, moved his hips as if to get more comfortable, and relished the sweet 'ah’ Blaine choked out at the shift.
"Morning," Kurt said, then returned his lips to Blaine’s fingers to suck more thoroughly. If he’d been holding back last night for both of their sakes, Kurt had no such qualms now: he was imitating what he wanted so overtly that Blaine was squirming, trying to raise himself up and watch without interrupting.
"Too good to be true," Blaine responded. He had settled for suckling at the back of Kurt’s neck, allowing his fingers to be dipped in and out of the wet heat of the other’s mouth.
"We don’t really need to have an early start, do we?" Blaine muttered between kisses. The occasional brazen moan tingled around his fingers and up his spine.
"You tell me." Kurt broke off and tried to look up and around to meet Blaine’s eyes.
Those eyelashes fluttered dazedly. "I... We don’t need one, do we? Do you want one?"
"Do you?" Kurt parried.
"I thought I was the one asking the questions."
"Yeah, okay. I don’t think we should start driving until later. What do you want?" he prompted, nudging the crease of his ass pointedly right along Blaine’s erection. The body pressed along his back jerked backwards even as Blaine’s dick twitched unmistakably.
"Oh, Kurt," Blaine started, "We don’t have to- it’s just morning wood, it doesn’t mean anything."
Kurt turned over, face backlit by the early morning rays; their conversation was a secret all of a sudden, traded over whispers and breath. "So it doesn’t mean you’re interested, then? Doesn’t mean you’d like to?" His lips quirked delectably.
"What about wining and dining, Kurt?" Blaine asked softly. "I thought we were maybe waiting longer."
"I feel ridiculously clear-headed and sober - and before you ask, I did last night too, my tolerance for booze is much stronger than it used to be. And well, I wanted a little time, but I got that and now I’m good."
Blaine smiled shyly. "We haven’t had many chances for this, huh? Waking up together, no worries or distractions..."
"Feels good, doesn’t it? Regardless of what we do, this feels amazing right here."
"What do you want to do?"
Kurt bit his bottom lip in a calm smile. "I know what I want, Blaine," he said. "I know it and I take it. This is about what you want, what you need. What I’m trying to get across to you right now, yesterday too? I want your presence. This right here? There’s no Rachel, no Isabelle, no Carmen, no Cassie... and apparently I need to work on how much estrogen there is in my life. But what’s my attention focused on? You."
He continued, "So. Let’s see if this works. What do you need, Blaine?" Kurt’s eyes twinkled devilishly, and it wholly knocked the breath from Blaine’s lungs.
"You," Blaine gasped, "Oh my God, I need you." Without a breath he surged up and over Kurt, fumbling with the sheets to get to straddle his torso, thighs taut at his sides. They’d both slept in t-shirts, Blaine in Dalton track pants (with seemingly nothing else underneath) and Kurt in pajama bottoms. Blaine bucked down to grind their hips together, moaning sweetly at the friction. He bowed down, capturing Kurt’s lips in a wet, relentless kiss.
Kurt ran his hands up to palm Blaine’s shoulders, keeping him close as they tongued playfully back and forth, neither one maintaining the upper hand for long. Kurt was absorbed by feeling up Blaine’s torso, splitting his attention between playing the scale of his ribs as well as revisiting muscles that always made him weak-kneed: biceps, obliques, lower back and even lower. Almost immediately, Blaine’s hands had started pushing and tugging at Kurt’s tee, hoping to get it over his head and somehow remain attached at the mouth the whole time. Below him, Kurt puffed out a pleased laugh through his nose; he pulled back and eyed his impatient boyfriend levelly. "Did you want something?" he asked, trying and failing to retain a straight face.
The glare he received in answer was far too adoring - Blaine couldn’t even play cold-hearted when he tried.
"I missed you," Kurt murmured, catching himself by surprise. It was bittersweet but needed to be said, it felt like.
Sitting upright, Blaine looked at once apologetic and overjoyed. "Missed you too, babe." He registered the jump of Kurt’s brow for putting the term in commission again - he also knew he would’ve been called out by now if Kurt had any objections. He went on, "I...I don’t know if I should say it just yet, but..." he paused, searching amongst the covers for apt words. "I hope you know I care about you above all else."
"I do, too," Kurt cooed, the corner of his eye glistening. He didn’t know if he could’ve reciprocated if Blaine had alluded to anything more - or rather, he didn’t want to shortchange Blaine, saying something he thought rather than knew to be the truth.
Blaine tilted his head in again for a sultry kiss, hands molding to the muscles of Kurt’s chest, tracing flitting patterns along the pliant skin. He doubled back, though. "I don’t want to push for too much," he said, frowning, "but I really want you naked."
"Quelle coincidence!" Kurt replied, then leered theatrically. "I want you really naked, too." With that the hesitation on Blaine’s face was shooed away again.
They both shuffled breathlessly out of their own shirts, yearning for the first glimpse of estranged skin. Before Kurt’s shirt had even landed on the floor, Blaine flicked his tongue out over his thumb and went to tease one of man’s flush nipples, earning him a surprised whimper. Face attempting a scowl, Kurt jerked a hand up to grab Blaine’s before it could play on, leaving it to rest just above his trembling belly button.
"Cold?" Blaine asked, stomach fluttering in time with the tremors under his palm.
"Barely," Kurt answered. "Feels more like anticipation."
He grinned back, nodding his agreement. "I’ve got jitters."
Reluctant to lose his nerve, Kurt went to work his hands into the back of Blaine’s sweats - he nearly ruined his own pants then and there at the feel of tight bare skin, hot to the touch. The flesh of Blaine’s ass was still toned, still swooped in to form those curvy hollows, still seemed as eager for Kurt’s touch as he was to oblige.
While sustaining a steady slow grind to relieve the ache in their groins, from the front they were both enjoying the view revealed from the neck down - Blaine was leaner and winter had finally soaked up his tan, while Kurt seemed to have gained muscle, but with enough height to leave him loose-limbed and supple. He was a performer, and more of a dancer every day. They both were.
"I like this," Kurt whispered, well aware of the thoughtful gaze on him. He scratched lightly at the crop of hair above Blaine’s navel, lifting both hands to climb up his abs with massaging pressure, rub under his pecs, slip up his shoulders and around his neck to pull Blaine down to his lips again - he tipped into it with little resistance.
Soon enough Kurt was buzzing to see and feel everything. He shoved Blaine, who went with a whine, away from his lap so he could get those sweats off in a timely manner, and made quick work of his own pajama pants. It was impossible not to watch as Blaine lay half on his side, scrambling to shimmy his legs out of their sole layer.
Kurt lay staring, rubbing the heel of his palm up and down the bulge of his briefs, quite sidetracked from undressing for the moment. Intermittent sparks in his belly nearly made his eyes roll back with desire.
All at once Blaine’s cock swung free of the waistband and up to curve proudly along his hipbone, leaving a delicate string of precum on the heaving skin there. It was wide and flushed, the ridge of its head prominent (tantalizing, really), while his balls hung full, smooth like the rest of his groin.
Blaine looked up. "What are you doing?"
"Getting reacquainted," Kurt smiled coyly.
"What, with your own dick?" He crawled over, digging his fingers inside the briefs and tugging roughly, barely giving the man under him time to flex and lift his hips. Kurt pulled his knees to his chest to tug them the rest of the way off, then relaxed back into the pillow, letting Blaine get comfortable again, this time on his thighs.
They were silent for a beat, the heady thrum of pleasure mixed with the inner peace of reunion. Kurt’s lips parted to speak, but he was momentarily distracted by the shift of Blaine’s ass as he leaned in shakily to leave a peck atop Kurt’s shoulder. "Mmhmm?" Blaine hummed as he returned to sitting.
Kurt swallowed. "I want this to last," he said. There it is, he thought. The immediate truth wrapped up in a bigger truth.
It looked like Blaine understood; he nodded sharply, sobered but still turned on, his eyes clear yet still dark and hungry. They both wanted the friction, to taste and touch and feel, but he didn’t want to skip any steps. They were a weekend away from spending weeks apart again.
"Now what do you want?" Kurt asked. If his dick twitched at all the answers he himself envisioned to the question, well he couldn’t really help that, could he?
Blaine’s eyes raked up and down the lithe form beneath him, hands warm on the raised muscles of Kurt’s pelvis. He lifted himself so he was seated more on his own heels. "I want...you know when we talked that day in January, you put that idea in my head of me being yours, of us being unique to each other. I, um, I think I especially needed to hear it when you said that you felt proud to be with me?"
"Of course I felt proud to be with you, Blaine."
"No- I mean, it’s not that you didn’t express it enough, Kurt. I just...for the longest time it felt like I was just a sidebar while you were in New York. Like, when we said goodbye it was my burden to bear that I was missing you. It didn’t sink in that you could be just as lonely in that great big city - just because you don’t always wear your heart on your sleeve, doesn’t mean you’re not feeling it."
"I’m a good actor."
Blaine considered that. "I’m just not used to you acting for me." Kurt quirked an eyebrow; that made sense.
"When we were talking about the cologne," Blaine continued, "it made me realize I wasthere with you. I wasn’t abandoned or set aside when we weren’t around each other, I was-"
"You were all over me," Kurt finished. Soft though they were by now, it didn’t stop his arousal from stirring at the thought.
Blaine chewed the inside of his cheek, laughed. "I didn’t stop being a part of your life, any more than you stopped being part of mine. Honestly, some days it felt-" He cringed, then went on, "I had this weird panic and I thought about all those people who couldn’t know you had a boyfriend somewhere, and it got in my head that I needed to remind you of that fact, too. In light of the distance, the chemistry I knew we had flew out the window, replaced by... a lot of insecurity, a lot of shitty thoughts about myself.
"You said - and I remember this bit - you felt 'good in a way you never thought possible,’ knowing I was that cologne, that I was yours in every way. See, that didn’t occur to me. Later, when I thought about it, it fell into place. When you were in Lima, I was secure and happy knowing you were in my life, even when we weren’t right next to each other, even when we were dating and could only meet at the Lima Bean maybe once a week. Nothing should have changed."
Kurt’s eyes softened. "That’s not fair to you, saying that."
"Well, we know things did change. But if you’re asking me what I want right now - which you are, you always are -" Kurt squeezed his hand delicately "- then that’s what I want. If we’re together-"
"We’re together."
"...then I want it to be better than any other match seems like being. We’re allowed to need each other. I need you and even if I can’t always tell, you need me. For my sake, I need to learn that I’m with you even when I’m not."
"And I’m with you."
"Yeah. And that scent doesn’t fade," Blaine replied.
Staring idly at the curtains Kurt pondered the statement, holding Blaine’s forearms on either side of him and tracing patterns with his thumbs on the bony wrists. He came back with a challenging look in his eyes.
"Show me," he said.
Blaine blinked. Clearly his thought process hadn’t been very obvious.
"I need you to show me I’ve chosen the right cologne. But more importantly, I need to know that it doesn’t fade."
"Keep talking..."
"Blaine, I want you to show me you’ll be there with me long after we leave this hotel room, even when I’m six hundred miles away. I suggest you go about doing that soon or I will steal your keys to get back home and I won’t look back."
Eyes glazed over, Blaine hitched his ass forwards to align their bodies again; the touch was enough to reawaken their dicks, but he didn’t seem entirely consumed by that need just yet. Instead, he passed his tongue over his bottom lip and leaned closer with a focused gleam to his eyes. "All over you, huh?"
That’s it. "That’s what I said."
"Alright... Where does this cologne want to be applied first?" Blaine wondered aloud.
He looked up at Kurt through the curls that swept over his forehead, and raised Kurt’s hand to his lips. Without warning, he was sucking deep and long at the skin of the wrist, teeth grazing the fragile skin and drawing a groan from Kurt’s lips. His tongue swiped over and over, scalding and unpredictable, then quick as it came Blaine retreated, smiling lazily; the brilliant color of Kurt’s veins, blue green like his eyes, stood out on the milky surface against a blaze of fresh pink.
"Here." He moved to Kurt’s other wrist, simply licking and huffing little breaths over the spot until moving onwards, pressing open-mouthed kisses up the inside of his arm. Kurt shivered when he passed the elbow, sliding higher along the upper arm until pausing.
Kurt was eyeing him down his nose, awaiting the next move. It was so far past too much: Blaine’s warm skin pressed to his everywhere (except his behind, which was frankly torturous to watch, all proudly lifted in the air just so); Blaine’s features up close, concentrated on just this, just taking care of Kurt. The exposure he felt was an unrivaled feeling and had little to do with their nakedness. The flesh and bones were the medium used to intimately communicate where they had been, where they were, where they wanted to go.
Blaine braced himself on Kurt’s chest and straddled one of his thighs, then began rolling his hips teasingly, mouth dropping open when he found the right angle. He scooted forward so he could continue grinding, delivering shocks of delicious friction to their groins that left Kurt breathless, panting quietly. Then he descended to nose under Kurt’s jawbone, kissing tenderly at his neck and humming contentedly. "Right here," he murmured.
Faced with either clawing at the sheets for some relief from the pressure in his gut, or clawing at the body laid out above him, Kurt chose the latter, palms tingling as he raked his fingers down over Blaine’s shoulders, his slim waist, eventually gripping the swell of Blaine’s ass. He kneaded the skin hungrily and received a moan that vibrated at his own Adam’s apple.
"This is torture. You know that, right?" Kurt breathed, arching his neck further to give the other man more access all the while. All while nipping and pulling and sucking, Blaine was making irresistible rough, wet sounds right next to his ear, and it was enough to have Kurt lifting his hips instinctively.
With a gravelly laugh Blaine withdrew just enough to look him in the eyes. "If I did everything I wanted to all at once," he said, sneaking a finger back between them to fondle the planes of Kurt’s chest again, "we’d be stuck with a mess already." He eyed some mark (probably marks, plural) that Kurt couldn’t see, but could start to feel on the side of his neck. "And with nothing to show for it," Blaine smirked.
"You’re gonna be the one walking me all the way to my father’s door," Kurt said. "Good luck with keeping a straight f-ah," he cut off as Blaine had swooped in to lave behind his ear. "Unfair," Kurt sobbed.
Blaine murmured an indistinct reply as he nuzzled behind his boyfriend’s ear, leaving kitten licks up and down until mouthing at the lobe, tugging fondly with his teeth. Before Kurt could ask, Blaine’s exhale was hot at his ear: "There, too." He continued, "I said that I have a scarf you can borrow as long as you keep your marks below my neck."
"How generous of you," Kurt mumbled.
Blaine quirked an eyebrow. "Maybe you can stink it up a little before you go." Oh, again. How was he this quick on his toes while the rocking of his hips continued to accelerate, practically short-circuiting Kurt’s brain?
Kurt’s face was hard but he made sure his eyes were soft enough his lover would be able to see through it. "Hummels don’t 'stink,' never have, never will."
"Call it what you want." Blaine shrugged, a laugh in his eyes. He began to slink down Kurt’s torso, dipping his head to plant kisses across his collarbones and down his chest, jumping periodically to suckle at his nipples, winning himself brilliant gasps his lover never bothered to suppress. The rustle of the sheets, their mingled breathing, and the slick sound of Blaine’s lips parting from Kurt’s skin were all that could be heard in the hotel room.
Kurt couldn’t bear to hold still any longer; he arched his back up, careful not to throw Blaine off, and with a little urging the other man moved lower still, letting Kurt’s cock out from where it had been trapped under him. Now he was allowing himself to look just as Kurt had earlier, and that look was as unbearably raunchy as ever, just an outright craving to wrap his mouth around Kurt’s dick.
"I don’t want you thinking," Kurt spoke before he could start, in the spirit of wanting this to last dammit Kurt just let him blow you, "that I am the type of man who perfumes his loins." He was proud of himself for even remembering the metaphor with that mouth nearby.
Blaine snorted out an answering laugh then braced his palms on the mattress to either side of Kurt’s hips, looking up through those lush eyelashes. Kurt’s hand, with a mind of its own, had closed around his cock and was jerking it unhurriedly.
"What if I want some of you all over me, too?" Blaine shot back. Kurt could’ve come right then, and he would’ve if his hand hadn’t squeezed tight immediately. Instead, as Blaine knelt down with his lips parted Kurt guided the head of his cock between them.
"Oh my God," Kurt groaned, watching intently as Blaine took in inches avidly, beginning to set a demanding pace straightaway. His lips closed tight, Blaine sank down lower and lower each time, taking a pause every once in a while to flick his tongue over the dripping head of Kurt’s cock, teasing the underside and the slit with a fervor that was relentless. "Ah. What are you- Blaine, I want you to- Oh Christ don’t stop..." Kurt could’ve sworn he saw the glint of Blaine’s teeth in a maddening grin before he went down again, groaning around the mouthful. With one arm firmly on the mattress still, he traced the other hand over to graze Kurt’s inner thigh and further down, rolling his balls with a greedy touch.
Kurt was moaning on and off between shuddery gasps, keeping his hips fastened to the mattress with the last of his self-control. When Blaine nosed the trimmed hair at the base of his cock then pulled off slow and dirty with mindblowing suction, Kurt felt his upper body jerk up, his hands grabbing for Blaine’s shoulders.
"Blaine, I’m gonna- shit, want you inside- oh God, Blaine gonna come gonna come get oh-ahhh," Kurt gasped and curled in on himself, vision going black as night as his gut burned, as he came and kept coming - he’d given as much warning as possible but rather than use his hand Blaine was still bobbing his head, was soaking up the dregs of Kurt’s orgasm with that ruby red tongue and those lips.
"You didn’t have to," Kurt said, then before Blaine could answer, "I wanted you to, um..." He trailed off. He was never as good with the words once the heat had faded in his belly.
Blaine went up to hands and knees, and he was still hard, still aching; now that, Kurt could manage. He began to jerk his boyfriend slowly, even at the awkward angle - Blaine’s breath hitched with surprise.
"What do you want, Kurt?" His voice was husky, eager. He pressed his lips to Kurt’s and they shared a deep kiss. Blaine lingered with his tongue gliding over the roof of Kurt’s and Kurt shivered with the taste and feel of himself, uncensored.
"I wanted you to fuck me, Blaine," Kurt said.
An eyebrow and without missing a beat: "I thought we were allowed more than one?" Again with the quick wit.
"I couldn’t resist," Blaine continued between kisses. "So hot, taste so fucking good. Want you all over me even after the snow melts." Kurt wanted to see it on Blaine’s face at that moment, sloppy streams that he had considered shameful and repellent for years. Over and under and between. Experiences they’d never even voiced an interest in before.
Kurt bent forwards a bit, palming Blaine’s cheek for a rough kiss while fumbling with his outside arm to find the drawer in the bedside table, open it, dig around inside. His body was still loose and pliant, his hands not entirely willing to cooperate. With a triumphant peep, he held up a hand with a condom in it, paired with a small cylinder of lube. Blaine looked over and one side of his mouth lifted. "You couldn’t do that before."
His boyfriend smirked, already popping the cap and slipping gel onto Blaine’s outstretched fingers. Kurt murmured, "I wasn’t gonna rub my dick raw last night before you could even touch it."
"Fair enough." Blaine took the opening to ease himself down so he was half-lying on Kurt’s torso, dripping kisses up and down his jawline while he settled a hand between his lover’s spread legs, easing in a finger, warm and slick. Kurt took it easily, knees folding up to help urge his ass up again and again, pushing for more.
"You didn’t explain the condom," Blaine breathed at Kurt’s ear. The second’s distraction let him test the resistance against another finger; Kurt nearly purred at the stretch and his cock began to swell, turned on by present and future prospects.
"I didn’t know this would happen." Kurt swallowed, "But I- oh, again, oh my..." His knees twitched - surely Blaine should’ve taken longer to find it, it’s been months - and Blaine was thrusting his fingers in with purpose now, grazing that point sporadically but not as a means to an end; fingers weren’t what they were here for.
Kurt tried again. "But I hoped."
"Did you, babe? I did," Blaine kissed him tenderly, pulled out to add another finger then pressed back in, careful not to force the muscle to give. "I did last night. I love, ungh," he moaned, thrusting shallowly into the junction of Kurt’s hip. "Love every inch of you, Kurt, missed you so much."
That was met with a gasp, a little wetter and more uneven than previous ones.
They’d been through the tears before, that wasn’t it; Kurt wasn’t shaken because of why they’d missed each other, it was because he’d missed Blaine, too, missed his friend and lover and Valentine and boyfriend. He was glad to have cause to use the term "missed" rather than "miss." Blaine glanced up and their eyes met; Kurt nodded hungrily, grabbing for the condom.
Blaine removed his fingers and scooted over to kneel between Kurt’s hitched up legs, bringing his thighs around to bracket the curve where Kurt’s legs met his ass. Kurt blindly handed over the condom for Blaine to put on as he reached for a pillow that wasn’t in use, shoving it under his lower back. And if he didn’t feel exposed before, well.
But just as prominent was the willful flutter in his stomach, almost a preview of what he knew was to come. Kurt didn’t, altogether, enjoy penetration: fingering himself on his own felt like an empty promise, and he got off with the single dildo he owned once in a blue moon. But with Blaine, it felt undeniably good. Felt unreasonably habit-forming.
Panting sweetly, Blaine shuffled forwards until he could guide his slick, covered cock with his hand, wrapping his other hand’s fingers around the space under Kurt’s knee.
"I want you to fuck me, Blaine," Kurt said. He’d had more than enough waiting.
Blaine responded at once, pressing his hips forward at a controlled pace, rocking minutely to help the adjustment further. He whimpered at the overwhelming sensation of silky, gorgeously tight heat. "C’mon," Kurt whispered, biting his lip.
Subtly shifting his weight so he could use both hands to brace Kurt’s legs, Blaine rolled his hips firmly, grinding into the flesh of Kurt’s ass when he was finally fully sheathed. Kurt could already feel the tension in Blaine’s body, his hips begging to pump forwards faster than he was willing. He pistoned his hips slowly at first, driving in all the way and pulling out to the head, breaths harsh as he kept up the tantalizing pace.
Kurt breathed out a sultry sigh as he was filled with thrusts that shook the whole bed. "Blaine, harder, you need to... I need you to fuck- ah, yeah," he spoke, shuddering with the increased pace, the tight pull of his body around Blaine’s cock, the brilliant flashes of white behind his eyes at the unrelenting slap of Blaine’s balls at the crook of his ass. Blaine was groaning - he had to come soon - and hiking Kurt’s legs higher to fuck in faster, sweat trickling down his temple as the heat in the air built and built.
Mesmerized by the picture above him, wrecked from head to toes, Kurt was ripped from that thought when Blaine’s cock grazed directly over those nerves inside him. Kurt’s breath whooshed out at once and the jump of his belly must’ve given him away: Blaine’s gasping lips puckered in determination and he thrust at that angle again. There it was, devastatingly good. And again, and not every time, but too much for Kurt to think straight.
"Blaine... you’re so fucking good, love this, right where I need you -"
Blaine tipped his head, suckled a kiss at the inside of Kurt’s knee. "Never gonna stop, Kurt. Yours. God, I’m yours."
"Come down here," Kurt urged, letting his legs splay to either side of the man above him. Blaine bent over without a second thought, still alternating between snapping his hips frenziedly and adopting a gradual pace that brought their torsos into contact, skin slippery and warm against skin.
Blaine poured his all into this final stretch - he must’ve been instants away from release. He sucked brutally at the hinge of Kurt’s jaw, gnawing at the marks there and licking over, under, around. "Ah," Kurt whimpered, then threw a hand up to draw Blaine’s ear to his lips. "Want you all over my insides," he whispered fiercely, and he could feel Blaine nearly buckle above him, grunting breathlessly as he finally began to come. "Shit-" Blaine gasped, still plunging his hips in and out, body wracked with tremors that caused their own tingle in Kurt’s gut.
His head collapsed into the curve of Kurt’s neck. "I can’t believe you," he said, chuckling. He gently eased out and sat back on his heels to tie off the condom, twisting to throw it towards the wastebasket across the way. Licking his lips, Blaine returned to center his gaze on Kurt, who was still spread and hard and desperate for touch; Blaine swept a broad lick over his palm. Kurt’s legs had tipped open wide so that his hamstrings and inner hip muscles strained with a vague throb - still, NYADA was leaving its mark even on the way he fucked, apparently.
"Want you inside. Want you all overmy insides," Blaine fisted Kurt with a steady hand, repeating his words. "Want you to fuck me," he added, dropping a soft squeeze to Kurt’s sac with his left hand. "Want you all over me..." His grip on Kurt tightened and he clambered nearer so he could nip a blunt fingernail over the peak of Kurt’s nipple. He leaned in and swept Kurt up in a wet kiss. "Want you there with me. Want this to last." Kurt was gasping pleadingly, bucking his pelvis up into the circle that held his cock.
"Need you, Kurt," Blaine uttered, tonguing his way between Kurt’s lips until the two of them were tangled up, until Kurt was huffing out pants and then clutching at Blaine’s back, approaching sweet relief. His orgasm washed over him in a spine-tingling rush, milked from deep inside by his lover’s unending caresses, and they both stared at the pull of Blaine’s hand as it massaged the final streams free.
Kurt remove the cushion from under him and sank back into the pillows softly, his eyes on Blaine as the man considered the come trickling between his fingers, running down his arm. He watched, pulse thrumming, as Blaine lapped at the creamy strand that originated at his palm, getting some on his nose in the process, then getting more at the height of his cheekbones when he clearly decided to pursue that avenue further.
Once he’d sufficiently cleared the mess of his arm Kurt beckoned him closer to suck at the few spots where he’d marked up his tawny skin. Blaine eventually let his body come to rest at Kurt’s side, with one thigh slung over his and Kurt’s arm wrapped snugly around his back. He raised his head periodically to peck a bright kiss at Kurt’s nose or forehead, and soon enough Kurt came around to the idea they were going to cut the noon check-out time very close; he found himself hard-pressed to care as he pulled the soft cotton sheets up around them, beginning to ease his breathing to complement the rhythm of Blaine’s.
"That was..."
"Perfect," Blaine finished. There was a quiet tinkle to his voice.
"We well and truly got all over each other," Kurt said with wonder, his thumb stroking the curve of Blaine’s shoulderblade. He paused, then, "I know this weekend’s gonna be a whirlwind, and it hurts that we only get this and then weeks apart again. But we’re gonna do better, I know it. Maybe I will get you over my Spring Break and then I’ll be off school before you even graduate and it’ll be difficult, but we’ll learn. I think we can be good together, far apart and close by."
"Any regrets?" Blaine asked after a silence. And Lord, was he a ballsy talker.
"None," Kurt replied, and the truth in that felt better than he thought possible. Just love.
End.
A/N: This exists almost solely because of Jo's much-appreciated urging and encouragement. She is my raison d'être when it comes to all things fic-related.
I should probably warn for comeplay. It's here! Also erm title filched from Foster the People, summary thanks to Cut Copy. When is it not?
Please comment if you've opinions, complaints, non sequiturs, anything you need to get off your chest... just, yeah. That'd be nice.
Posted here at AO3
Kurt was the first to stir as brash morning light poured through the slit in the curtains. The warmth of Blaine’s body radiated from behind him, and he took a deep breath almost entirely to watch the rise and fall of Blaine’s arm, the hand that clung like static to Kurt’s chest. He resisted the urge to splay out his limbs in an early morning unfurling, instead opting to wiggle his toes as far downwards as possible, barely suppressing a cozy hum at the stretch.
It wasn’t a long wait before Blaine nuzzled closer; the arm snugly fit under Kurt’s pillow twitched uselessly, but the other dragged Kurt’s back flush to his front with no room for argument.
And that was- Oh.
For all the days they had been together, followed by many more when they, well, hadn’t been, Kurt could tick off on his fingers how many nights they’d spent together in the same bed as friends, lovers, anything. Two of those nights which he tried to forget more often than not. So this, Blaine’s very real and very persistent morning wood, wasn’t something he’d encountered often.
And it was kind of right where Kurt wanted it.
Blaine was snuffling sweet nothings into the back of Kurt’s neck, obviously mostly asleep still. Lucky bastard wasn’t getting the brunt of the sunlight. Judiciously ensuring his movements wouldn’t disturb too much, Kurt wrangled Blaine’s fingers from the thin cotton of his sleepshirt and slipped one just barely past his lips, sucking then teething along the pad of his index in equal measure.
Nothing. Fine, then.
He took two at once, dipping his head rather than pull Blaine’s hand any closer, and began to tongue them in earnest, pausing to lick at the space between fingers, to lap at the underside hungrily. A muffled 'mmf’ at his ear let him know he finally had an audience. He paused, moved his hips as if to get more comfortable, and relished the sweet 'ah’ Blaine choked out at the shift.
"Morning," Kurt said, then returned his lips to Blaine’s fingers to suck more thoroughly. If he’d been holding back last night for both of their sakes, Kurt had no such qualms now: he was imitating what he wanted so overtly that Blaine was squirming, trying to raise himself up and watch without interrupting.
"Too good to be true," Blaine responded. He had settled for suckling at the back of Kurt’s neck, allowing his fingers to be dipped in and out of the wet heat of the other’s mouth.
"We don’t really need to have an early start, do we?" Blaine muttered between kisses. The occasional brazen moan tingled around his fingers and up his spine.
"You tell me." Kurt broke off and tried to look up and around to meet Blaine’s eyes.
Those eyelashes fluttered dazedly. "I... We don’t need one, do we? Do you want one?"
"Do you?" Kurt parried.
"I thought I was the one asking the questions."
"Yeah, okay. I don’t think we should start driving until later. What do you want?" he prompted, nudging the crease of his ass pointedly right along Blaine’s erection. The body pressed along his back jerked backwards even as Blaine’s dick twitched unmistakably.
"Oh, Kurt," Blaine started, "We don’t have to- it’s just morning wood, it doesn’t mean anything."
Kurt turned over, face backlit by the early morning rays; their conversation was a secret all of a sudden, traded over whispers and breath. "So it doesn’t mean you’re interested, then? Doesn’t mean you’d like to?" His lips quirked delectably.
"What about wining and dining, Kurt?" Blaine asked softly. "I thought we were maybe waiting longer."
"I feel ridiculously clear-headed and sober - and before you ask, I did last night too, my tolerance for booze is much stronger than it used to be. And well, I wanted a little time, but I got that and now I’m good."
Blaine smiled shyly. "We haven’t had many chances for this, huh? Waking up together, no worries or distractions..."
"Feels good, doesn’t it? Regardless of what we do, this feels amazing right here."
"What do you want to do?"
Kurt bit his bottom lip in a calm smile. "I know what I want, Blaine," he said. "I know it and I take it. This is about what you want, what you need. What I’m trying to get across to you right now, yesterday too? I want your presence. This right here? There’s no Rachel, no Isabelle, no Carmen, no Cassie... and apparently I need to work on how much estrogen there is in my life. But what’s my attention focused on? You."
He continued, "So. Let’s see if this works. What do you need, Blaine?" Kurt’s eyes twinkled devilishly, and it wholly knocked the breath from Blaine’s lungs.
"You," Blaine gasped, "Oh my God, I need you." Without a breath he surged up and over Kurt, fumbling with the sheets to get to straddle his torso, thighs taut at his sides. They’d both slept in t-shirts, Blaine in Dalton track pants (with seemingly nothing else underneath) and Kurt in pajama bottoms. Blaine bucked down to grind their hips together, moaning sweetly at the friction. He bowed down, capturing Kurt’s lips in a wet, relentless kiss.
Kurt ran his hands up to palm Blaine’s shoulders, keeping him close as they tongued playfully back and forth, neither one maintaining the upper hand for long. Kurt was absorbed by feeling up Blaine’s torso, splitting his attention between playing the scale of his ribs as well as revisiting muscles that always made him weak-kneed: biceps, obliques, lower back and even lower. Almost immediately, Blaine’s hands had started pushing and tugging at Kurt’s tee, hoping to get it over his head and somehow remain attached at the mouth the whole time. Below him, Kurt puffed out a pleased laugh through his nose; he pulled back and eyed his impatient boyfriend levelly. "Did you want something?" he asked, trying and failing to retain a straight face.
The glare he received in answer was far too adoring - Blaine couldn’t even play cold-hearted when he tried.
"I missed you," Kurt murmured, catching himself by surprise. It was bittersweet but needed to be said, it felt like.
Sitting upright, Blaine looked at once apologetic and overjoyed. "Missed you too, babe." He registered the jump of Kurt’s brow for putting the term in commission again - he also knew he would’ve been called out by now if Kurt had any objections. He went on, "I...I don’t know if I should say it just yet, but..." he paused, searching amongst the covers for apt words. "I hope you know I care about you above all else."
"I do, too," Kurt cooed, the corner of his eye glistening. He didn’t know if he could’ve reciprocated if Blaine had alluded to anything more - or rather, he didn’t want to shortchange Blaine, saying something he thought rather than knew to be the truth.
Blaine tilted his head in again for a sultry kiss, hands molding to the muscles of Kurt’s chest, tracing flitting patterns along the pliant skin. He doubled back, though. "I don’t want to push for too much," he said, frowning, "but I really want you naked."
"Quelle coincidence!" Kurt replied, then leered theatrically. "I want you really naked, too." With that the hesitation on Blaine’s face was shooed away again.
They both shuffled breathlessly out of their own shirts, yearning for the first glimpse of estranged skin. Before Kurt’s shirt had even landed on the floor, Blaine flicked his tongue out over his thumb and went to tease one of man’s flush nipples, earning him a surprised whimper. Face attempting a scowl, Kurt jerked a hand up to grab Blaine’s before it could play on, leaving it to rest just above his trembling belly button.
"Cold?" Blaine asked, stomach fluttering in time with the tremors under his palm.
"Barely," Kurt answered. "Feels more like anticipation."
He grinned back, nodding his agreement. "I’ve got jitters."
Reluctant to lose his nerve, Kurt went to work his hands into the back of Blaine’s sweats - he nearly ruined his own pants then and there at the feel of tight bare skin, hot to the touch. The flesh of Blaine’s ass was still toned, still swooped in to form those curvy hollows, still seemed as eager for Kurt’s touch as he was to oblige.
While sustaining a steady slow grind to relieve the ache in their groins, from the front they were both enjoying the view revealed from the neck down - Blaine was leaner and winter had finally soaked up his tan, while Kurt seemed to have gained muscle, but with enough height to leave him loose-limbed and supple. He was a performer, and more of a dancer every day. They both were.
"I like this," Kurt whispered, well aware of the thoughtful gaze on him. He scratched lightly at the crop of hair above Blaine’s navel, lifting both hands to climb up his abs with massaging pressure, rub under his pecs, slip up his shoulders and around his neck to pull Blaine down to his lips again - he tipped into it with little resistance.
Soon enough Kurt was buzzing to see and feel everything. He shoved Blaine, who went with a whine, away from his lap so he could get those sweats off in a timely manner, and made quick work of his own pajama pants. It was impossible not to watch as Blaine lay half on his side, scrambling to shimmy his legs out of their sole layer.
Kurt lay staring, rubbing the heel of his palm up and down the bulge of his briefs, quite sidetracked from undressing for the moment. Intermittent sparks in his belly nearly made his eyes roll back with desire.
All at once Blaine’s cock swung free of the waistband and up to curve proudly along his hipbone, leaving a delicate string of precum on the heaving skin there. It was wide and flushed, the ridge of its head prominent (tantalizing, really), while his balls hung full, smooth like the rest of his groin.
Blaine looked up. "What are you doing?"
"Getting reacquainted," Kurt smiled coyly.
"What, with your own dick?" He crawled over, digging his fingers inside the briefs and tugging roughly, barely giving the man under him time to flex and lift his hips. Kurt pulled his knees to his chest to tug them the rest of the way off, then relaxed back into the pillow, letting Blaine get comfortable again, this time on his thighs.
They were silent for a beat, the heady thrum of pleasure mixed with the inner peace of reunion. Kurt’s lips parted to speak, but he was momentarily distracted by the shift of Blaine’s ass as he leaned in shakily to leave a peck atop Kurt’s shoulder. "Mmhmm?" Blaine hummed as he returned to sitting.
Kurt swallowed. "I want this to last," he said. There it is, he thought. The immediate truth wrapped up in a bigger truth.
It looked like Blaine understood; he nodded sharply, sobered but still turned on, his eyes clear yet still dark and hungry. They both wanted the friction, to taste and touch and feel, but he didn’t want to skip any steps. They were a weekend away from spending weeks apart again.
"Now what do you want?" Kurt asked. If his dick twitched at all the answers he himself envisioned to the question, well he couldn’t really help that, could he?
Blaine’s eyes raked up and down the lithe form beneath him, hands warm on the raised muscles of Kurt’s pelvis. He lifted himself so he was seated more on his own heels. "I want...you know when we talked that day in January, you put that idea in my head of me being yours, of us being unique to each other. I, um, I think I especially needed to hear it when you said that you felt proud to be with me?"
"Of course I felt proud to be with you, Blaine."
"No- I mean, it’s not that you didn’t express it enough, Kurt. I just...for the longest time it felt like I was just a sidebar while you were in New York. Like, when we said goodbye it was my burden to bear that I was missing you. It didn’t sink in that you could be just as lonely in that great big city - just because you don’t always wear your heart on your sleeve, doesn’t mean you’re not feeling it."
"I’m a good actor."
Blaine considered that. "I’m just not used to you acting for me." Kurt quirked an eyebrow; that made sense.
"When we were talking about the cologne," Blaine continued, "it made me realize I wasthere with you. I wasn’t abandoned or set aside when we weren’t around each other, I was-"
"You were all over me," Kurt finished. Soft though they were by now, it didn’t stop his arousal from stirring at the thought.
Blaine chewed the inside of his cheek, laughed. "I didn’t stop being a part of your life, any more than you stopped being part of mine. Honestly, some days it felt-" He cringed, then went on, "I had this weird panic and I thought about all those people who couldn’t know you had a boyfriend somewhere, and it got in my head that I needed to remind you of that fact, too. In light of the distance, the chemistry I knew we had flew out the window, replaced by... a lot of insecurity, a lot of shitty thoughts about myself.
"You said - and I remember this bit - you felt 'good in a way you never thought possible,’ knowing I was that cologne, that I was yours in every way. See, that didn’t occur to me. Later, when I thought about it, it fell into place. When you were in Lima, I was secure and happy knowing you were in my life, even when we weren’t right next to each other, even when we were dating and could only meet at the Lima Bean maybe once a week. Nothing should have changed."
Kurt’s eyes softened. "That’s not fair to you, saying that."
"Well, we know things did change. But if you’re asking me what I want right now - which you are, you always are -" Kurt squeezed his hand delicately "- then that’s what I want. If we’re together-"
"We’re together."
"...then I want it to be better than any other match seems like being. We’re allowed to need each other. I need you and even if I can’t always tell, you need me. For my sake, I need to learn that I’m with you even when I’m not."
"And I’m with you."
"Yeah. And that scent doesn’t fade," Blaine replied.
Staring idly at the curtains Kurt pondered the statement, holding Blaine’s forearms on either side of him and tracing patterns with his thumbs on the bony wrists. He came back with a challenging look in his eyes.
"Show me," he said.
Blaine blinked. Clearly his thought process hadn’t been very obvious.
"I need you to show me I’ve chosen the right cologne. But more importantly, I need to know that it doesn’t fade."
"Keep talking..."
"Blaine, I want you to show me you’ll be there with me long after we leave this hotel room, even when I’m six hundred miles away. I suggest you go about doing that soon or I will steal your keys to get back home and I won’t look back."
Eyes glazed over, Blaine hitched his ass forwards to align their bodies again; the touch was enough to reawaken their dicks, but he didn’t seem entirely consumed by that need just yet. Instead, he passed his tongue over his bottom lip and leaned closer with a focused gleam to his eyes. "All over you, huh?"
That’s it. "That’s what I said."
"Alright... Where does this cologne want to be applied first?" Blaine wondered aloud.
He looked up at Kurt through the curls that swept over his forehead, and raised Kurt’s hand to his lips. Without warning, he was sucking deep and long at the skin of the wrist, teeth grazing the fragile skin and drawing a groan from Kurt’s lips. His tongue swiped over and over, scalding and unpredictable, then quick as it came Blaine retreated, smiling lazily; the brilliant color of Kurt’s veins, blue green like his eyes, stood out on the milky surface against a blaze of fresh pink.
"Here." He moved to Kurt’s other wrist, simply licking and huffing little breaths over the spot until moving onwards, pressing open-mouthed kisses up the inside of his arm. Kurt shivered when he passed the elbow, sliding higher along the upper arm until pausing.
Kurt was eyeing him down his nose, awaiting the next move. It was so far past too much: Blaine’s warm skin pressed to his everywhere (except his behind, which was frankly torturous to watch, all proudly lifted in the air just so); Blaine’s features up close, concentrated on just this, just taking care of Kurt. The exposure he felt was an unrivaled feeling and had little to do with their nakedness. The flesh and bones were the medium used to intimately communicate where they had been, where they were, where they wanted to go.
Blaine braced himself on Kurt’s chest and straddled one of his thighs, then began rolling his hips teasingly, mouth dropping open when he found the right angle. He scooted forward so he could continue grinding, delivering shocks of delicious friction to their groins that left Kurt breathless, panting quietly. Then he descended to nose under Kurt’s jawbone, kissing tenderly at his neck and humming contentedly. "Right here," he murmured.
Faced with either clawing at the sheets for some relief from the pressure in his gut, or clawing at the body laid out above him, Kurt chose the latter, palms tingling as he raked his fingers down over Blaine’s shoulders, his slim waist, eventually gripping the swell of Blaine’s ass. He kneaded the skin hungrily and received a moan that vibrated at his own Adam’s apple.
"This is torture. You know that, right?" Kurt breathed, arching his neck further to give the other man more access all the while. All while nipping and pulling and sucking, Blaine was making irresistible rough, wet sounds right next to his ear, and it was enough to have Kurt lifting his hips instinctively.
With a gravelly laugh Blaine withdrew just enough to look him in the eyes. "If I did everything I wanted to all at once," he said, sneaking a finger back between them to fondle the planes of Kurt’s chest again, "we’d be stuck with a mess already." He eyed some mark (probably marks, plural) that Kurt couldn’t see, but could start to feel on the side of his neck. "And with nothing to show for it," Blaine smirked.
"You’re gonna be the one walking me all the way to my father’s door," Kurt said. "Good luck with keeping a straight f-ah," he cut off as Blaine had swooped in to lave behind his ear. "Unfair," Kurt sobbed.
Blaine murmured an indistinct reply as he nuzzled behind his boyfriend’s ear, leaving kitten licks up and down until mouthing at the lobe, tugging fondly with his teeth. Before Kurt could ask, Blaine’s exhale was hot at his ear: "There, too." He continued, "I said that I have a scarf you can borrow as long as you keep your marks below my neck."
"How generous of you," Kurt mumbled.
Blaine quirked an eyebrow. "Maybe you can stink it up a little before you go." Oh, again. How was he this quick on his toes while the rocking of his hips continued to accelerate, practically short-circuiting Kurt’s brain?
Kurt’s face was hard but he made sure his eyes were soft enough his lover would be able to see through it. "Hummels don’t 'stink,' never have, never will."
"Call it what you want." Blaine shrugged, a laugh in his eyes. He began to slink down Kurt’s torso, dipping his head to plant kisses across his collarbones and down his chest, jumping periodically to suckle at his nipples, winning himself brilliant gasps his lover never bothered to suppress. The rustle of the sheets, their mingled breathing, and the slick sound of Blaine’s lips parting from Kurt’s skin were all that could be heard in the hotel room.
Kurt couldn’t bear to hold still any longer; he arched his back up, careful not to throw Blaine off, and with a little urging the other man moved lower still, letting Kurt’s cock out from where it had been trapped under him. Now he was allowing himself to look just as Kurt had earlier, and that look was as unbearably raunchy as ever, just an outright craving to wrap his mouth around Kurt’s dick.
"I don’t want you thinking," Kurt spoke before he could start, in the spirit of wanting this to last dammit Kurt just let him blow you, "that I am the type of man who perfumes his loins." He was proud of himself for even remembering the metaphor with that mouth nearby.
Blaine snorted out an answering laugh then braced his palms on the mattress to either side of Kurt’s hips, looking up through those lush eyelashes. Kurt’s hand, with a mind of its own, had closed around his cock and was jerking it unhurriedly.
"What if I want some of you all over me, too?" Blaine shot back. Kurt could’ve come right then, and he would’ve if his hand hadn’t squeezed tight immediately. Instead, as Blaine knelt down with his lips parted Kurt guided the head of his cock between them.
"Oh my God," Kurt groaned, watching intently as Blaine took in inches avidly, beginning to set a demanding pace straightaway. His lips closed tight, Blaine sank down lower and lower each time, taking a pause every once in a while to flick his tongue over the dripping head of Kurt’s cock, teasing the underside and the slit with a fervor that was relentless. "Ah. What are you- Blaine, I want you to- Oh Christ don’t stop..." Kurt could’ve sworn he saw the glint of Blaine’s teeth in a maddening grin before he went down again, groaning around the mouthful. With one arm firmly on the mattress still, he traced the other hand over to graze Kurt’s inner thigh and further down, rolling his balls with a greedy touch.
Kurt was moaning on and off between shuddery gasps, keeping his hips fastened to the mattress with the last of his self-control. When Blaine nosed the trimmed hair at the base of his cock then pulled off slow and dirty with mindblowing suction, Kurt felt his upper body jerk up, his hands grabbing for Blaine’s shoulders.
"Blaine, I’m gonna- shit, want you inside- oh God, Blaine gonna come gonna come get oh-ahhh," Kurt gasped and curled in on himself, vision going black as night as his gut burned, as he came and kept coming - he’d given as much warning as possible but rather than use his hand Blaine was still bobbing his head, was soaking up the dregs of Kurt’s orgasm with that ruby red tongue and those lips.
"You didn’t have to," Kurt said, then before Blaine could answer, "I wanted you to, um..." He trailed off. He was never as good with the words once the heat had faded in his belly.
Blaine went up to hands and knees, and he was still hard, still aching; now that, Kurt could manage. He began to jerk his boyfriend slowly, even at the awkward angle - Blaine’s breath hitched with surprise.
"What do you want, Kurt?" His voice was husky, eager. He pressed his lips to Kurt’s and they shared a deep kiss. Blaine lingered with his tongue gliding over the roof of Kurt’s and Kurt shivered with the taste and feel of himself, uncensored.
"I wanted you to fuck me, Blaine," Kurt said.
An eyebrow and without missing a beat: "I thought we were allowed more than one?" Again with the quick wit.
"I couldn’t resist," Blaine continued between kisses. "So hot, taste so fucking good. Want you all over me even after the snow melts." Kurt wanted to see it on Blaine’s face at that moment, sloppy streams that he had considered shameful and repellent for years. Over and under and between. Experiences they’d never even voiced an interest in before.
Kurt bent forwards a bit, palming Blaine’s cheek for a rough kiss while fumbling with his outside arm to find the drawer in the bedside table, open it, dig around inside. His body was still loose and pliant, his hands not entirely willing to cooperate. With a triumphant peep, he held up a hand with a condom in it, paired with a small cylinder of lube. Blaine looked over and one side of his mouth lifted. "You couldn’t do that before."
His boyfriend smirked, already popping the cap and slipping gel onto Blaine’s outstretched fingers. Kurt murmured, "I wasn’t gonna rub my dick raw last night before you could even touch it."
"Fair enough." Blaine took the opening to ease himself down so he was half-lying on Kurt’s torso, dripping kisses up and down his jawline while he settled a hand between his lover’s spread legs, easing in a finger, warm and slick. Kurt took it easily, knees folding up to help urge his ass up again and again, pushing for more.
"You didn’t explain the condom," Blaine breathed at Kurt’s ear. The second’s distraction let him test the resistance against another finger; Kurt nearly purred at the stretch and his cock began to swell, turned on by present and future prospects.
"I didn’t know this would happen." Kurt swallowed, "But I- oh, again, oh my..." His knees twitched - surely Blaine should’ve taken longer to find it, it’s been months - and Blaine was thrusting his fingers in with purpose now, grazing that point sporadically but not as a means to an end; fingers weren’t what they were here for.
Kurt tried again. "But I hoped."
"Did you, babe? I did," Blaine kissed him tenderly, pulled out to add another finger then pressed back in, careful not to force the muscle to give. "I did last night. I love, ungh," he moaned, thrusting shallowly into the junction of Kurt’s hip. "Love every inch of you, Kurt, missed you so much."
That was met with a gasp, a little wetter and more uneven than previous ones.
They’d been through the tears before, that wasn’t it; Kurt wasn’t shaken because of why they’d missed each other, it was because he’d missed Blaine, too, missed his friend and lover and Valentine and boyfriend. He was glad to have cause to use the term "missed" rather than "miss." Blaine glanced up and their eyes met; Kurt nodded hungrily, grabbing for the condom.
Blaine removed his fingers and scooted over to kneel between Kurt’s hitched up legs, bringing his thighs around to bracket the curve where Kurt’s legs met his ass. Kurt blindly handed over the condom for Blaine to put on as he reached for a pillow that wasn’t in use, shoving it under his lower back. And if he didn’t feel exposed before, well.
But just as prominent was the willful flutter in his stomach, almost a preview of what he knew was to come. Kurt didn’t, altogether, enjoy penetration: fingering himself on his own felt like an empty promise, and he got off with the single dildo he owned once in a blue moon. But with Blaine, it felt undeniably good. Felt unreasonably habit-forming.
Panting sweetly, Blaine shuffled forwards until he could guide his slick, covered cock with his hand, wrapping his other hand’s fingers around the space under Kurt’s knee.
"I want you to fuck me, Blaine," Kurt said. He’d had more than enough waiting.
Blaine responded at once, pressing his hips forward at a controlled pace, rocking minutely to help the adjustment further. He whimpered at the overwhelming sensation of silky, gorgeously tight heat. "C’mon," Kurt whispered, biting his lip.
Subtly shifting his weight so he could use both hands to brace Kurt’s legs, Blaine rolled his hips firmly, grinding into the flesh of Kurt’s ass when he was finally fully sheathed. Kurt could already feel the tension in Blaine’s body, his hips begging to pump forwards faster than he was willing. He pistoned his hips slowly at first, driving in all the way and pulling out to the head, breaths harsh as he kept up the tantalizing pace.
Kurt breathed out a sultry sigh as he was filled with thrusts that shook the whole bed. "Blaine, harder, you need to... I need you to fuck- ah, yeah," he spoke, shuddering with the increased pace, the tight pull of his body around Blaine’s cock, the brilliant flashes of white behind his eyes at the unrelenting slap of Blaine’s balls at the crook of his ass. Blaine was groaning - he had to come soon - and hiking Kurt’s legs higher to fuck in faster, sweat trickling down his temple as the heat in the air built and built.
Mesmerized by the picture above him, wrecked from head to toes, Kurt was ripped from that thought when Blaine’s cock grazed directly over those nerves inside him. Kurt’s breath whooshed out at once and the jump of his belly must’ve given him away: Blaine’s gasping lips puckered in determination and he thrust at that angle again. There it was, devastatingly good. And again, and not every time, but too much for Kurt to think straight.
"Blaine... you’re so fucking good, love this, right where I need you -"
Blaine tipped his head, suckled a kiss at the inside of Kurt’s knee. "Never gonna stop, Kurt. Yours. God, I’m yours."
"Come down here," Kurt urged, letting his legs splay to either side of the man above him. Blaine bent over without a second thought, still alternating between snapping his hips frenziedly and adopting a gradual pace that brought their torsos into contact, skin slippery and warm against skin.
Blaine poured his all into this final stretch - he must’ve been instants away from release. He sucked brutally at the hinge of Kurt’s jaw, gnawing at the marks there and licking over, under, around. "Ah," Kurt whimpered, then threw a hand up to draw Blaine’s ear to his lips. "Want you all over my insides," he whispered fiercely, and he could feel Blaine nearly buckle above him, grunting breathlessly as he finally began to come. "Shit-" Blaine gasped, still plunging his hips in and out, body wracked with tremors that caused their own tingle in Kurt’s gut.
His head collapsed into the curve of Kurt’s neck. "I can’t believe you," he said, chuckling. He gently eased out and sat back on his heels to tie off the condom, twisting to throw it towards the wastebasket across the way. Licking his lips, Blaine returned to center his gaze on Kurt, who was still spread and hard and desperate for touch; Blaine swept a broad lick over his palm. Kurt’s legs had tipped open wide so that his hamstrings and inner hip muscles strained with a vague throb - still, NYADA was leaving its mark even on the way he fucked, apparently.
"Want you inside. Want you all overmy insides," Blaine fisted Kurt with a steady hand, repeating his words. "Want you to fuck me," he added, dropping a soft squeeze to Kurt’s sac with his left hand. "Want you all over me..." His grip on Kurt tightened and he clambered nearer so he could nip a blunt fingernail over the peak of Kurt’s nipple. He leaned in and swept Kurt up in a wet kiss. "Want you there with me. Want this to last." Kurt was gasping pleadingly, bucking his pelvis up into the circle that held his cock.
"Need you, Kurt," Blaine uttered, tonguing his way between Kurt’s lips until the two of them were tangled up, until Kurt was huffing out pants and then clutching at Blaine’s back, approaching sweet relief. His orgasm washed over him in a spine-tingling rush, milked from deep inside by his lover’s unending caresses, and they both stared at the pull of Blaine’s hand as it massaged the final streams free.
Kurt remove the cushion from under him and sank back into the pillows softly, his eyes on Blaine as the man considered the come trickling between his fingers, running down his arm. He watched, pulse thrumming, as Blaine lapped at the creamy strand that originated at his palm, getting some on his nose in the process, then getting more at the height of his cheekbones when he clearly decided to pursue that avenue further.
Once he’d sufficiently cleared the mess of his arm Kurt beckoned him closer to suck at the few spots where he’d marked up his tawny skin. Blaine eventually let his body come to rest at Kurt’s side, with one thigh slung over his and Kurt’s arm wrapped snugly around his back. He raised his head periodically to peck a bright kiss at Kurt’s nose or forehead, and soon enough Kurt came around to the idea they were going to cut the noon check-out time very close; he found himself hard-pressed to care as he pulled the soft cotton sheets up around them, beginning to ease his breathing to complement the rhythm of Blaine’s.
"That was..."
"Perfect," Blaine finished. There was a quiet tinkle to his voice.
"We well and truly got all over each other," Kurt said with wonder, his thumb stroking the curve of Blaine’s shoulderblade. He paused, then, "I know this weekend’s gonna be a whirlwind, and it hurts that we only get this and then weeks apart again. But we’re gonna do better, I know it. Maybe I will get you over my Spring Break and then I’ll be off school before you even graduate and it’ll be difficult, but we’ll learn. I think we can be good together, far apart and close by."
"Any regrets?" Blaine asked after a silence. And Lord, was he a ballsy talker.
"None," Kurt replied, and the truth in that felt better than he thought possible. Just love.
End.