Too In Love to Let it Go, Chapter 6
Title: Too in Love to Let it Go
Author: gingerandfair/lavender_love00
Genre: AU/Married!Klaine/future-fic
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3781/200,000
Spoilers: none
Chapter summary: In which Kurt and Blaine have really awesome "oh my god you're home from your book tour" sex.
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Chapter 6
Sunday, April 2nd, 2023
Blaine braced his hands on the armrests as the plane made its final descent.
"I hate landing," he hissed, and Alex laughed in the seat next to him.
"You always say that."
"Well, I do. I mean, how stupid would it be to crash this close to the ground? I just - oh God, here we go," he interrupted himself, squeezing his eyes shut as the plane bumped along the runway.
"Okay, done," Alex said after they'd come to a stop, squeezing his shoulder. "You can open your eyes now, you big wimp."
Blaine rolled his eyes and tried to relax the muscles in his shoulders and unfastened his seatbelt. As soon as it was safe, he bolted up out of the seat, helping the elderly lady in front of him with her bag, then grabbed his own carry-on from the overhead compartment. He was antsy as he walked up the aisle, fidgeting with the handle and his shirt until he'd reached the open space of the airport. He took off for the baggage claim, flying through JFK with Alex trailing behind him, one goal in mind.
He stopped short when he caught a glimpse of Kurt leaning up against a large column, one foot propped up against it in a flamingo pose. Blaine let himself gaze for a few seconds, admiring Kurt's casual elegance, the ease with which he took up space now that he had fully grown into his body. That's my husband, he thought, a grin spreading over his face. And I'm going to take him home with me.
"Kurt!" He started moving forward again just as Alex caught up, and smiled as Kurt's head perked up. Blaine waved, and Kurt caught sight of him, taking off into a run across the length of the baggage claim. Blaine stood still, his arms outstretched, and seconds later, Kurt catapulted himself into them, sealing his lips over Blaine's.
"Oh my god, I missed you," Kurt breathed as he pressed their foreheads together and wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist. "You're never leaving me for that long again."
"Deal." Blaine closed his eyes, letting himself bask in Kurt's proximity, breathing deep to smell his cologne. He smelled like heaven. "Take me home?"
"Yes," Kurt murmured.
"Whoa, whoa, you guys think we're in a rom-com or something?" Alex asked, walking up to them with his hands on his hips. "I mean, I'm all for some sappy making out in the middle of an airport, but we've got a shit-ton of luggage to get and I'm not carrying all of it myself. You're gonna have to hold off on the reunion sex for at least a little while longer, okay?"
* * *
"You know we won't be able to do this after the baby's born, right?" Kurt asked, his fingers fumbling as he undid Blaine's belt buckle.
"There's always naptime," Blaine said, his voice lilting a little at the end.
"God, you're optimistic." Kurt pulled Blaine's zipper down and yanked the front of his jeans open, stroking him through his boxer-briefs.
"Damn, you're not playing around, are you?"
"I haven't seen you in over a month. What exactly were you expecting?" Kurt growled, mouthing at Blaine's neck as he backed him against the refrigerator.
"I don't - Kurt," Blaine breathed as Kurt dropped to his knees, swatting Romeo away when he tried to come up and lick Blaine's feet. He tugged Blaine's underwear down just far enough to pull his dick out and slid his mouth over the head, swirling his tongue in a lazy circle. "I hope you're not expecting stamina, here," Blaine gasped.
Kurt pulled back and looked up for a moment, licking his lips until they were wet and shiny. "I hope you're not expecting just one orgasm tonight." He grinned, satisfied, when Blaine let his head roll back onto the fridge with a loud thunk. Kurt leaned forward and licked a long stripe up the underside of Blaine's dick, his right arm reaching up, up, up under Blaine's shirt to tease a peaked nipple.
"Hey," he said, his other arm reaching around to pull Blaine's hips closer to his face.
"Mmm?"
"I love you."
Blaine grinned widely. "Love you, too."
* * *
"We should get up," Blaine said lazily, gazing up at Kurt with half-lidded eyes from the kitchen floor.
"Okay, but only if we're going to lay right back down again."
"Mmm, I require a bed. I have plans for you, Mr. Anderson-Hummel. And I also need a minute to fully recover from the near-death experience you just put me through."
"They call it la petite morte for a reason, you know."
"We could just crawl to the bedroom."
Kurt looked down, regarding Blaine with a contemplative expression. "I'll race you," he finally said.
"Oh, Kurt, we're old, we can't race…"
"I'm not old," Kurt said, "And I can race; watch me." He wiggled out from under Blaine and got into position. "Ready … set …"
"No, no, I'm not ready!" Blaine exclaimed, rolling over onto his hands and knees.
"Go!" Kurt squealed, taking off.
Crawling with half-open pants and underwear pulled down around their hips proved to be more difficult than Kurt had originally imagined, and by the time they got out of the kitchen, they were tripping over belt buckles, their pants around their knees. They'd dissolved into giggles when Kurt nearly kicked Blaine in the face, and Blaine tackled him in the hallway, tickling his ribs.
"This wasn't a very good race," Kurt giggled, squirming to get out of Blaine's grasp.
"No, it wasn't," Blaine said, holding him tighter. "But I don't mind." He leaned down, capturing Kurt's lips in his own, and Kurt stopped squirming and brought his hands up to tangle in Blaine's hair.
"God, I missed this," Blaine groaned when they parted. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's chest and pulled him close.
"Me too," he murmured. "Maybe next time I can tour with you."
Blaine sat back on his heels. "I don't think there's going to be a next time - not for a while, at least. I've been thinking about it, and I'm not planning to tour again until after the baby's a lot older. It wouldn't be fair to you, and I don't want to miss months of our child's life at a time."
Kurt blinked at Blaine, then kissed his forehead. "Let's save the serious talk for later, honey. I do believe there are more pressing things to attend to - you said something about a bed?"
Blaine chuckled. "I did indeed."
* * *
"Hello, love, I've missed you," Blaine sighed, grabbing an armful of their linen duvet cover after vaulting himself onto their luxurious king size bed. "Hotel beds have got nothing on you."
Kurt laughed and hoisted himself up beside Blaine, pressing kisses into his shoulder blades.
"And dildos," Blaine said darkly, "have got nothing on you. Although, it was nice of you to leave one with me - that black vibrator helped me through many hours of need."
"Mmm, the black one's my favorite," Kurt murmured into Blaine's warm skin.
"I know." Blaine pushed up onto his knees and inched around to face Kurt. "I love you, you know that? Forever."
"I love you forever, too," Kurt smiled, glancing over to the portrait hanging above their bed, one of their wedding photos blown up on canvas. Kurt was laughing hard, his eyes squeezed shut and his dimples visible, as Blaine kissed him on the cheek, his chin hooked over Kurt's shoulder. Kurt felt Blaine's gaze shift, looking at the picture as well.
"That was a good day," Blaine murmured softly.
"The best day."
Blaine leaned in, nuzzling his face into the curve of Kurt's neck. "Make love to me," he whispered.
Kurt was surprised. "I thought you were going to -"
"I changed my mind. I was going to ask you to ride me, but - I don't know, I just…"
"You wanted something a little more … emotional?" Kurt asked with an easy smile.
Blaine laughed. "Yeah, something like that." He brushed his fingers across Kurt's jawline. "Is that okay?"
Kurt smiled. "Of course. Hang on a second …" He leaned over to his nightstand where his iPhone was docked.
"You made a playlist," Blaine said. "For sex. When I came home."
"Well of course I did," Kurt said. "I wanted some ambiance - especially since I knew it'd be in the middle of the afternoon."
Blaine laughed happily as the music started, cupping Kurt's cheeks in his hands when he sat back up. Kurt caught a glimpse of Blaine's wedding band, bright, shiny silver in the afternoon sun, just before Blaine's mouth met his. He licked across Kurt's bottom lip, and they both moaned as his tongue entered Kurt's mouth. They kissed languidly, their hands traveling across the maps of each other's skin, shifting and sighing.
"I missed you," Blaine repeated as Kurt's lips traveled over his jaw and down his neck. "I missed this. Kurt, I love you."
"I love you too," Kurt said quietly. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's back and slowly tipped him backwards until Blaine's head was resting on a pillow, then kissed down his chest and over his stomach. "I love every single part of you."
He slid his fingers underneath the waistband of Blaine's boxer briefs and gently pulled them down his thighs and over his calves, tossing them off the bed. "Too soon, still?" he asked, his fingers teasing over Blaine's balls.
"Ah, no, surprisingly I don't think it is," Blaine said as Kurt watched his erection bloom. Kurt shifted back up on the bed and solidly kissed Blaine as he stroked his index finger up the length of Blaine's cock.
"Kurt," Blaine sighed, extending his neck and closing his eyes.
After a few more strokes, Kurt felt hands tugging at his underwear, and shimmied his hips until Blaine could work them down his legs. He rolled over to face Blaine and pressed their cocks together, taking them both in his hand.
Blaine's hips rolled forward, and huge huffs of air stuttered out of both of them at the sudden friction. Gasps soon gave way to moans until Blaine was nearly begging.
"Kurt, please, make love to me, god I want you so bad…"
Kurt smiled as he stretched out on his side, his hand snaking in between Blaine's legs. "I've got you," he whispered as he rubbed the pad of his finger against Blaine's hole, mouthing down Blaine's neck as he teased the sensitive skin. "Let me take care of you."
"Kurt," Blaine gasped.
Kurt retrieved the new bottle of lube he'd bought the day prior from his nightstand, clicked it open and - nothing came out.
"Babyyyy," Blaine whined as Kurt sighed roughly and took both his hands off of his husband to unscrew the cap and remove the little foil cover. "Couldn't you have done that yesterday?"
"Hang on; I'm sorry; be patient," Kurt said, fingers fumbling as he rushed to get the cap back on.
Blaine reached out his arms and made grabby-hands at him. "Come back."
"Okay, okay!" Kurt laughed, drizzling lube over his fingers and stretching back out on his side. "It's really unfair, you know, how adorable you are." Blaine wiggled his hips, and Kurt laughed again and peppered kisses on his cheeks and his nose. Once his fingers found their goal, though, he stopped and stared straight into Blaine's eyes.
"I love you, Blaine," he said seriously as he gently pushed inside. Blaine's eyes closed and his head fell back, exposing his neck. Kurt wanted nothing more than to lick bruises into the soft flesh, but he held back and lifted Blaine's head from the pillow again. "Hey, I need you to hear this."
Blaine's eyes focused again and he let out a ragged breath and nodded. "Okay."
"I know things have been really intense lately, and really hard with you being gone and everything that happened in Charleston …" Kurt said as he slid his finger deeper. Blaine shuddered but stayed still and quiet. "I know things will get even more intense when the baby comes and we have no sleep and we're stressed and tired. But I want you to know," he continued as he began sliding his finger in and out, "that no matter how snappy I get, and no matter how hard any of this is, I couldn't do it without you."
"Kurt," Blaine whispered, reaching up to cup Kurt's cheek in his hand.
"Marrying you was the best thing I've ever done," he said softly as he added another finger. "The best thing I'll ever do. And God, I'm just - I'm so glad you're home."
* * *
Blaine felt like his chest would explode at any minute. He also felt like he might cry, which could not happen because Kurt might not ever let him live it down.
He took a deep breath and nearly lost it again when Kurt's fingers grazed his prostate.
"Are you okay, honey?" Kurt held his fingers still and tipped his head to one side.
He nodded. "It's just - a lot," he managed. Bottoming was an intense emotional experience for him on a normal day - he felt exposed, split open, vulnerable. Kurt could take that and turn it around, could make him feel beautiful and loved and so full, astonishingly, breathtakingly so. But now, with Kurt's sweet words coupled with the fact that he hadn't been home in two months, he felt like he might overflow.
"Too much?" Kurt asked, withdrawing his fingers.
"Too much, but not enough. Keep going," Blaine said, spreading his knees wider.
Kurt did.
Flat on his back, Blaine squirmed and balled the sheets in his fists, canting his hips down to force Kurt's fingers deeper inside him. Kurt hovered over him, kissing and licking and nipping at his neck and his chest and his shoulders.
"Jesus, you're tight," Kurt whispered in his ear. "This sounds so gay, but you are, like, delicious."
Blaine laughed, and the tears threatening to spill over dissipated. "Mmm, you are, like, delicious too."
"Thank you. Want something even better?"
"Yes."
Kurt pulled Blaine's left leg up into the air, kissing the length of it, and set it on top of his shoulder.
"God, Blaine, if I weren't concerned it'd somehow leak onto the Internet and ruin our chances of children and both our careers, I would totally make a sex tape. I wish you could see yourself right now."
Blaine laughed again, louder. "We would be terrible porn stars and you know it."
"I don't know about that," Kurt said, quickly slicking himself up. "I think it would be a good sex tape. We make excellent noises. Or, you do, at least."
A perfect illustration of his point, Blaine groaned low and long as Kurt pressed in slow, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head.
"Shit, Blaine." Kurt's torso dipped, stretching Blaine's leg higher, and Kurt braced himself on one arm as his open mouth met Blaine's. Blaine felt fireworks - in his cock, in his ass, in his mouth, in his chest. He was lit up, abuzz with pleasure, trembling with it. It occurred to him that he was moaning into Kurt's mouth. He sounded wrecked, wanton. He didn't care.
"You're gorgeous like this," Kurt murmured, thrusting into Blaine slow and deep. Blaine tried not to close his eyes.
"Jesus, Kurt …" Blaine shifted his hips just slightly to the right, then gasped. "Right there, baby, there …"
Kurt focused all the force in his hips on that one spot as he pitched his hips forward with sharp thrusts, pulling out with slow drags. "There?" he panted, his breaths growing heavier as he increased in speed.
Blaine could only nod, his eyes finally closing, drowning in the sensation of Kurt all around him, pushing deep inside him, pressing his leg to his chest, lips and tongue and teeth everywhere. Too much, and not enough.
"Kurt, I need … fuck." He blindly found the lube, squirted too much in his hand, and started pumping his cock. "Faster - Kurt, can you go faster?" Blaine panted.
He didn't have to ask twice. Kurt shifted again, one hand bracing Blaine's hip and another grasping their headboard as he increased his pace, fucking into him hard.
"God," Blaine groaned. He felt contorted, one leg bent up onto his chest, still slung over Kurt's shoulder, the other stretched as far out to the side as he could manage. He was getting a cramp, but the discomfort barely registered - nothing really registered save the feeling of Kurt pounding into him and his own hand flying on his cock.
"This good, baby?" Kurt managed to ask.
Blaine's head jerked erratically.
"Fuck, you feel amazing." Kurt's arm and legs were shaking, and he was gasping for air as he thrust forward, hard and deep. "Come on, Blaine."
Blaine's back arched off their bed as he came to the edge and stayed there, crying out each time Kurt's hips snapped forward. "Kurt, please, Kurt-Kurt-Kurt," he babbled. Still too much and not enough. And then Kurt bent in half, folding himself over and scraping his teeth over Blaine's exposed nipple, and God Blaine had never been more thankful for yoga in his life. His eyes rolled back in his head as he thrust into his hand and coated his stomach and Kurt's chest and neck and chin with pearly fluid.
In his orgasmic, dreamy haze, he heard Kurt let out a mindless stream of words somewhere in the background - "Fuck-Blaine-God-fucking-hell-fuck," felt Kurt jolt into him, hips stuttering forward, then heard a cry and found that it was hard to breathe. It dawned on him as lights were flashing behind his eyes that Kurt was laying boneless on his chest.
"Roll - over," Blaine gasped, poking him in the arm.
Kurt managed to flop onto the bed beside him and Blaine sucked in air as he turned on his side, curling into Kurt's chest, both of them still wet with come.
They lay there catching their collective breath, both of them panting like they'd just run a marathon. Blaine's heart was thud-thud-thudding hard in his chest.
"I like my body when it is with your body," Blaine finally whispered worshipfully, still trembling. "It is so quite a new thing."
Kurt clasped the back of Blaine's head, pulling him close. Their legs tangled together, and Blaine sighed as Kurt pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Muscles better and nerves more. I like your body. I like its hows," he recited back to Blaine.
"I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling-firm-smooth ness and which I will again and again and again kiss," Blaine said, punctuating the words with real kisses as he spoke, the poetry his scripture for the sacrament of intimacy.
"Your kisses are always welcome," Kurt said, "Again and again and again."
"I missed you," Blaine said softly.
"I missed you too. Shower?" Kurt asked, turning his head to eye the mess streaked across their chests.
"We can shower later. I need to be close to you right now." Blaine wiped most of the come on his and Kurt's chests off with their sheet. "See? There. No more mess."
Kurt made a face. "There's come in your hair, Blaine."
Blaine's eyes widened and his hand flew to his head. Sure enough, his hand was wet when he pulled away. He shrugged. "It'll wash out - 's what shampoo is for, right?"
"Well I'm not sure if, when they formulated the Bumble and Bumble men's line, that's exactly -"
"Kurt. Please?"
Kurt's gaze softened as he looked at Blaine. "Yeah, honey, of course that's what shampoo is for. You okay?"
"I'm sorry, I just need to be a little needy right now," Blaine said as he tucked his head back to Kurt's chest.
"I don't ever want you to apologize for needing me. You are always allowed to need me," Kurt insisted firmly. His voice dropped to a whisper. "I like kissing this and that of you, I like slowly stroking the shocking fuzz of your electric fur and what-is-it comes over parting flesh…"
"Let's stay in bed all day," Blaine said after cutting Kurt off with a thorough kiss.
"Actually, I'd like nothing better," Kurt smiled. "I really don't know if I could get up if I wanted to - I'm gonna be sore for the rest of the day."
"You're gonna be sore …" Blaine grinned, flexing his leg back and forth. His hip popped loudly each time he stretched his leg all the way out. "Listen to that!"
"Oh my god, did I do that to you?" Kurt asked, a little horrified.
"I think I'm just old," Blaine said. "We're old, Kurt."
Kurt's expression turned. "Not too old, though, right? We can't be getting to old for sex already. God …"
"Never too old for sex. Never. We'll still be getting it on in the nursing home, creaky hips and all," Blaine promised, his eyes shining brightly.
"Good. Because I don't think I'll ever get enough of you," Kurt smiled, stroking across Blaine's cheek with his fingertips. "You and your big love-crumb eyes."
"I love it when you speak my language," Blaine said, low and fierce as the flame in his heart burning always and only for Kurt flared brightly. "C'mere."
They attached again in the middle of the bed, sticky and messy and Blaine didn't care a bit, his heart tangled up with all the rest of them. He knew he'd probably regret it later when they'd have to peel themselves apart, wincing at pulled hair and reddened skin, but in that moment, everything was perfect, even his aching hip.
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