2. januaryfreeze92 Kurt/Blaine Fill
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"Why won’t you just tell me?” Kurt whined, stomping his foot as he finished up getting ready in front of his vanity while Blaine watched. Something about seeing Kurt go through one of his many beauty rituals was so fascinating and intimate to Blaine that he always showed up quite early to pick Kurt up for their dates. It didn’t hurt that Burt usually was away when Kurt was out on dates, and that that usually led to them making out in the free time before their date, the kissing sometimes making them lose track of time, and actually having their date consist of it.
“Well, then it wouldn’t be a surprise would it?” Blaine smiled amusedly. “Did you just stamp your foot?” Kurt huffed.
“Yes! I did, because I am thoroughly pissed at you. You know I hate surprises Blaine! Just tell me where we’re going for our date today, and I promise I’ll stop being mad.” Blaine shook his head, striding over to Kurt and catching his eyes in the mirror, before pressing a sweet kiss to his temple. The blush was immediate, as something about being able to see themselves in the mirror had Kurt on like a light. He vaguely remembered being in the middle of doing something… he couldn’t remember any more. He was so turned on the he… didn’t care.
“But…” Blaine complained into Kurt’s neck as he kissed him there, “You’re beautiful when you’re angry…” Kurt squeaked, but his voice came out surprisingly low and even.
“Blaine, stop it. You think that’s going to work on me?” Blaine shook his head, still grinning.
“Noooo.” He moved his lips to rest gently against Kurt’s sensitive ear. “But I know this will.” Blaine moved his hands, which had been loosely wrapped around Kurt’s upper arms, to rest on his shoulders. He began to stroke his fingers deep into the flesh, biting back a grin as he felt the muscle tension dissipate, and saw Kurt visibly relax, letting out a soft little sigh. “Looks like someone was a little worked up. When was the last time you had one of these?” Kurt moaned as Blaine worked a particularly tight area; he had known for a while Blaine had talented hands and fingers, but he had never put them to use on Kurt like this before.
“N-never…” Blaine pouted.
“Never? Well that’s going to change to always, I’m going to make sure of that. Unless you don’t like it…” Blaine crooned teasingly.”
“Oh… Blaine…” Kurt’s voice was breathy as he closed his eyes and allowed Blaine to make him relax. He felt a slight pang of worry as he remembered what it was he had forgotten to do. “Wait, Blaine… my hair…” Blaine nodded, knowing full well what Kurt meant but pretending not to anyway. “My hair Blaine…”
“Looks fantastic. You know what would make it look even better? If we took this,” Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt’s cheek, “Over there,” Kurt followed Blaine’s hand motion with his eyes over to the bed.
“But then it’ll get messed up.” Blaine made a pleading face.
“Yeah, but Kurt… I want you.” Kurt’s eyes widened, as Blaine hauled him over to the bed, throwing him down upon it. “I need you so badly…” Kurt squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the hard heat of Blaine pressing down on top of him. He squirmed as he felt a particular heating of his entire body, and a hardening a certain somewhere.
“Blaine, oh God where did this even come from?” Blaine bit his lip, unable to tell him. Really truly just not able to say… or else.
“I, uh.” Blaine decided to just make Kurt forget he ever asked the question with mind-blowing kisses. As Blaine moved on from Kurt’s lips to worship every inch of skin he could reach, Kurt asked breathily,
“What did I ever do to deserve you?” Blaine chuckled softly into Kurt’s neck.
“You were born.” Kurt smiled widely and shook his head.
“And have you always been this perfect Mister Anderson?” Blaine growled a little, in a way that was frightening, but extremely arousing to Kurt.
“Too many questions…” Blaine groaned, pressing a deep kiss to Kurt. He pulled back only slightly to whisper against Kurt’s lips. “But yes.” He pressed another kiss to Kurt, this time slipping his tongue inside and letting Kurt succumb to the feeling of Blaine’s actions of desire for him.
As Blaine and Kurt made out on Kurt’s bed, Kurt pinned beneath Blaine, who kissed him ravenously, and a little too desperately, Kurt grew a bit concerned.
“Blaine, you’re acting like we’ll never do this again. We’ll totally do this again, um, won’t we?” Blaine nodded, kissing down Kurt’s neck.
“Yeah, but not ‘till after our date. A while after.” Before Kurt could ask any questions, Blaine tongue was going to town on his ear, and Kurt couldn’t think.
“Aaaahhh… Blaine…” Blaine sucked on his earlobe, grazing the delicate shell with his teeth. At that moment, his phone buzzed, and he picked it up off the bedside table, seeing he had a new message from David. Which probably meant it was Wes, since they liked to switch phones. The two shared everything.
Dude, where are you? It read, and Blaine noticed it was three thirty. He was supposed to have been there ten minutes ago.
“Kurt, um… We need to leave. “ Like half an hour ago… he thought, hurrying to the car with Kurt stumbling after him in confusion, and worry, but mostly curiosity.
…
“Finally!” Wes cried. “Wait, where’s Kurt?” Blaine looked over his shoulder.
“I told him to stay in the car.” David, who appeared out of nowhere, was next to Wes nodding.
“Alright. We already set up the stuff for you. So it’s going to be perfect-“ Blaine smiled.
“Thanks guys.”
“Yeah!” Wes grinned. “It’s going to be perfect, and gorgeous and romantic. There’re candles, and music, and it’s going to be so great kissing him under the stars once the sun goes down… oh wait. You can’t. The bet is still on right?” Blaine bit his lip and swallowed nervously, but nodded.
“Then let’s go over the rules. Wes?” David held his hand out, and Wes placed a rolled up piece of paper in it. David read off the rules.
1.Blaine shall not initiate any contact with Kurt. Kurt must always be the first to touch Blaine. Once touching, Blaine is allowed to do whatever he likes, as long as contact isn’t broken. He may hold hands if Kurt is holding hands with him, kiss back if Kurt kisses him, hug back if Kurt hugs him. He may reciprocate, but if Kurt is not already touching him, then hands off.
2. Kurt and Blaine must keep all activities above the belt, and with clothes on. There is not to be any intentional sexual contact between the two boys.
That meant no sex. Blaine couldn’t last a week without sex… he could hardly last three days. He honestly didn’t know how he survived before Kurt. He loved Kurt, and he didn’t just want him for his body, but that boy was just so eager, and he loved it. Who was Blaine to deprive Kurt… or himself?
3. If Kurt and Blaine touch below the belt, or remove their clothing while in each other’s presence, Blaine loses the bet. If Blaine initiates contact, he’ll lose the bet. Wes and David will find out, if he does. They will.
It was beyond creepy, because it was true. They could probably do it at Kurt’s house and the boys would know, somehow.
4. If Blaine, somehow, miraculously, resists Kurt’s charms, and lasts through the week, then he wins the bet.
Wes and David obviously had no faith in him. But he didn’t have any faith in himself. He might as well hide under the covers. Kurt, and being with him, was what made Blaine’s life livable.
5. The winner of the bet gets to inflict a punishment of his choice on the other, as long as it doesn’t involve dangerous or illegal activity. Otherwise, it can be as unbearable and humiliating as he wishes.
Wes and David thought they were cunning, and they were, but they had lived as preppy private school boys their entire lives, and were too soft to think of a good punishment. Blaine however, was frightened by the magnitude of his ideas.
6. The bet may not be spoken of to Kurt. So don’t tell him about it.
Blaine hated that rule. Hated it. Because if Kurt didn’t know of the bet, he’d feel hurt and neglected. And that might make him cry. Because Kurt was still emotionally fragile and Blaine tried his best not to break him but… Kurt was better, stronger now. He’d be okay. Hopefully.
7. No masturbation during the week. Not even in the shower. Your walls are thin Blaine. We’ll know if you do.
That was it for Blaine. He wasn’t going to survive this week. He was going to die. He knew that if he won, victory would be glorious, and he could milk it for all it was worth, making Wes and David his bitches, or his slaves, or even better… his bitch-slaves, or slave-bitches, but he had urges, that only Kurt could fix.
…
“Can I get out of the car now Blaine?” Blaine nodded.
“Yes. But only if you put on this blindfold.” Blaine was about to hand it to Kurt, when he realized that their hands might touch, and that that might lose him the bet. Even though Wes and David had apparently left, they could be anywhere. Blaine instead chose to toss the bandana into Kurt’s lap. Kurt looked at him funny for a second, before lifting it and tying it over his eyes.
“Kinky. But I really don’t see the point of this. Help me out of the car, Blaine.” Blaine was about to grasp Kurt’s hand, when he remembered again. Damn it, he had never realized how much he actually touched Kurt. Wes and David obviously had.
“Here, take my hand.” Blaine held it out to Kurt, a centimeter from Kurt’s own hand.
“Um Blaine? I can’t see your hand.” Blaine bit his lip as Kurt groped blindly for Blaine’s hand, accidentally tickling Blaine’s stomach and nearly hitting him in the groin before grabbing his elbow and sliding his hand down Blaine’s forearm to grab Blaine’s hand.
“Alrighty then, I’m going to take you where we’re going, but even if we stop, you can’t take off the blindfold until I say, okay?” Kurt nodded. Blaine helped Kurt out of the passengers seat, and got him upright before shutting the door closed behind him and locking it. Blaine led Kurt through the gravelly parking lot, and down a grassy hill, Kurt almost tripping several times.
“If I fall, and break something Blaine, I will have no qualms about screaming out that you are kidnapping me. If there are even people about, I can only imagine the looks we’d be getting.” Blaine was so glad there wasn’t anyone around. Really glad. Because that meant there weren’t any of Wes and David’s spies about. At least, nearby.
“I wont let you get hurt Kurt. Promise. We’re almost there babe.” Kurt smiled softly, loving the pet name. The two of them took a couple dozen more steps, until they reached a lush, grassy, forest clearing, in which lay a picnic area, with a bench, a grill, and the most gorgeous flowers growing around. “We’re here. You can take it off Kurt.” Kurt exasperatedly tore off the fabric, flinging it to the ground. He stared blankly for a moment, trying to process what was in front of him. His face lit up though, and he giggled as he realized what it was and that it was there for them, just for them.
“Oh Blaine,” He said softly, throwing his arms around the boy, kissing him full on the mouth and all but tackling him to the ground. Blaine felt a little winded, but he didn’t know whether it was the fall, or Kurt’s boldness that had taken his breath away.
“K-Kurt, we haven’t even…” Kurt cut him off.
“I love you. You know I love you right? I can’t believe… it’s perfect, just so perfect. This is like something out of a schoolgirl’s fantasy of an ideal date. Oh God Blaine, I love you so much.
“It’s just a picnic…” Kurt’s eyes shone with happy tears. Blaine decided it would be okay to stroke one of them away with his thumb since Kurt was already touching him, on top of him.
“But it’s not. Not to me. My parents went on picnics when they were dating, and after they got married, and took me along after I was born, up until I was five years old. My mother announced to my Dad that she was pregnant with me when they were on a picnic. My fourth birthday was at a picnic. We stopped having them after my mom died, but I always always had the memories, and since I was eight I always thought them to be beautiful, and romantic, and dreamed that one day an amazing boy would be with me and take me on picnics… You’re that boy Blaine.” Kurt smiled as Blaine brushed away more tears with the back of his hand, and placed his face in the crook of Blaine’s neck, whispering there. “You made my dream come true.” Blaine laughed, happy that Kurt was happy, his heart soaring at Kurt’s delight, He felt so much for Kurt, like his true purpose in life was to make him smile his hardest every time they were together. Blaine had never seen him this happy, seen anyone this happy short of their wedding day. Blaine wondered if he’d get to see Kurt smile like this again, maybe sometime in the future walking down the aisle. But he couldn’t think about that now because Kurt was smothering him with kisses.
“I love you…” Kiss. “Love you Blaine…” Kiss. “…love you…” Kurt pressed soft little pecks behind Blaine’s ear. Blaine was flushed and grinning, having no idea that Kurt would be this extremely happy. He liked this side of his boyfriend. A lot.
“Blaine… oh Blaine… Can we… Can we take a walk? I want to see this place.” Blaine nodded, deciding not to point out that walking about wasn’t usually something people did on picnics, but he was no expert on picnickery, so he decided not to comment.
…
“Beautiful… beautiful…” Kurt walked around the sparsely forested meadow like area, hand in hand with his boyfriend. “So calm, and pure, and pretty. Why can’t the whole world be this way? If the proverbial Garden of Eden existed, I think it would have been somewhat like this.
“Yeah,” Blaine agreed, loving to listen to Kurt gush. “But probably with a lot more fruit, and an evil snake, and uneducated people who wear nothing but fig leaves.” Kurt mock glared at him.
“Don’t ruin the moment.”
“Fiiiiiine,” Blaine faux whined. “But I’d love to see you in nothing but a fig leaf. That would make my life so much easier…” Kurt blushed.
“Blaine.” He said in warning and embarrassment.
“Seriously! Hear me out. I mean, all I’d have to do is just pluck it off like so…” Blaine mimicked the action of plucking off a fig leaf in mid air.
“Blaaaaine…” Kurt grew redder.
“It would bring out the green in your eyes. I mean, it’d actually be quite fashionable, a statement really. Even though it wouldn’t be appropriate for everyday, Halloween would be perfect. We could be Adam and Steve! But only if I’m Steve.”
“Oh… waa… Blaiiiiiiiiiineeee!” Kurt cried out.
“Yes darling?” Kurt glowered.
“Shut up.” Blaine smirked.
“Make me.” The next thing he knew he was on his back in the grass, Kurt pressing deep, sensual kisses to his lips, more romantic than arousing. Well, at least they should have been. Kurt had never taken charge like this before, and to be honest, Blaine found it incredibly hot.
“Blaine… oh god…” Kurt gasped. Blaine could feel how hard Kurt was against his leg. Wow. Well that was definitely unexpected. Especially since all they had done was kiss, rather chastely compared to how they usually did. Also, Kurt never gasped those words out like that except for in the most heated of moments,
“Kurt…” Blaine bit his lip, not knowing what to do with a horny Kurt that he couldn’t touch.
“Oh God Blaine I want you right here...” Wait, did Kurt mean. No… not Kurt. But he was. Blaine had to change the subject. Had to. Because fucking in the forest sounded like the best idea. And the name of a porno… but really, a fantastic idea. But for the bet. That stupid stupid bet.
“Aaahhh, mmmm.” Blaine stammered, not knowing how to say no, since he never had before. “Well Kurt, I thought I saw some poison ivy around here, and even clothed, laying here is risky enough. Naked and not paying attention? Recipe for disaster. I mean, getting poison ivy in suspicious place would make for a lot of inappropriate itching, and overall it would be awful.” Kurt’s lips formed an o as he nodded.
“Sorry Blaine.” He bought it. Totally bought it. Then again, Kurt probably didn’t know much about nature, his mind filled with fashion designers, and dreams of New York, and hopefully thoughts of him and Blaine. For all Kurt knew, poison ivy could be the grass they were laying in. That broke Blaine’s heart. But, relieved, he asked the boy.
“Would you like to go back and eat?” Kurt shrugged and nodded. Blaine held out his hand for Kurt to take, and stood up, helping Kurt up as well.
“I love how you’re just offering your hand for me to take today, as if I’d not want you to just grab mine. I don’t know why you’re being so weird today. You haven’t kissed me once.” Blaine spluttered indignantly.
“What? Were you not here five minutes ago? You were all over me!” Kurt nodded.
“Yeah, exactly. But you weren’t all over me, like you usually are. Are you feeling alright sweetie?” Blaine almost laughed at Kurt equating his reluctance to initiate as illness. That was ridiculous. He could never feel awful enough to not want to jump Kurt. Sickness wouldn’t do squat to make him shy away from the boy.
“Y-yes! I’m fine… just hungry, I guess.” Kurt nodded.
“I see. So you’re hungry for food…” Kurt stopped walking for a moment, and placed his free hand behind Blaine’s neck, slipping his other hand out of Blaine’s, sliding it down his chest, to rub at his stomach. “Right here.” Blaine nodded, his breath shortening at the intimacy of the touch… his stomach had always been his weakness.
“Y-yeah Kurt… way to p-point out the obvious.”
“I’m not done yet Blaine,” Kurt explained softly. “You see I’m hungry for this…” Kurt trailed his fingers down over Blaine’s belt buckle to delicately touch his package, squeezing slightly with his fingertips. “Right here.” Kurt slid his hand away from Blaine’s front, and around to his ass, bringing their hips together at a slight angle so he was pressed up against Blaine’s thigh. Blaine made a strangled noise before tearing out of Kurt’s arms and falling backwards into the grass. Kurt frowned at him before putting on a look of concern that was hard for Blaine to judge, since it looked kind of… fake.
“Be careful of poison ivy Blaine.” Did he detect sarcasm in that statement? Kurt stormed off the last steps to their picnic basket, sitting on the blanket and taking out each item one by one. He seemed relatively expressionless, until he pulled a carton of strawberries out of the basket, squealing that Blaine had included his favorite fruit, but his look of delight turned to amusement as the find was followed by a bottle of chocolate sauce and a canister of whipped cream. The only dessert he had seen was apple pie, which didn’t go with either of he toppings really so…
“Blaine?” Kurt began to laugh. “What’s all this?” Fuck. Blaine scowled as he saw the items in Kurt’s hands. He had listed the items for Wes and David to pack for him precisely, but they had apparently slipped in a few… surprises.
“I… uh… have no idea how those got in there. Wes and David fucking around with my stuff again.” Kurt nodded, looking slightly disappointed, and Blaine had to dig his nails into his thigh to keep from tilting Kurt’s chin up and kissing a smile onto that beautiful face.
“Oh. Because I thought it would be here for later, which was why you didn’t want to do it earlier… But no, it’s just me I guess.” Blaine wanted this to end. He didn’t give a shit about the bet anymore, except that the punishment would probably be something like never kissing Kurt ever again, so he couldn’t lose.
“No… no Kurt. You can do whatever you want with those though, I mean I’m not really into that.” Lies… lies…
“Ah, okay. It’s alright. Here, have a sandwich?” Blaine took it from Kurt’s hand, managing not to touch him. He ate silently as Kurt picked through the contents of the basket and found a salad, opening it, and munching quietly along with Blaine, the silence comfortable. As Blaine tucked into his third sandwich, Kurt finished his salad, biting back a giggle as a spot of mayo dripped onto Blaine’s shirt. As Blaine tended to his spill, Kurt picked up a few select items from the basket and set to work.
Blaine studied the small stain for a moment after he had wiped the mayo, but his head shot up as he heard the sound of the whipped cream being squirted. Kurt never ate whipped cream, too many empty calories he’d complain. Yet here he was, focused on dolloping the fluffy topping onto strawberries, then setting his masterpieces on a plate one by one. After he had made ten or so, he drizzled chocolate sauce on the lot of them, picking up one to eat but pausing as he saw Blaine.
“What are you…?” Kurt shrugged.
“You said I could do whatever I want. What I’m not going to do is let them go to waste.” Kurt bit into one of his concoctions, and moaned in delight. “Oh god they’re so good Blaine.” Kurt ate all but the leaves of the berry, licking his lips free of the last traces of chocolaty cream. Blaine’s mouth almost hung open, but he remembered he was still chewing. He swallowed, and watched intently as Kurt picked up a second strawberry, picked off all the leaves, and then proceeded to clean it off, licking up stripes on the fruit, until it was bare, and then drizzling more chocolate sauce on it, either not noticing, or caring that it was dripping onto his hand and running down his wrist. He lapped up the dark syrup, popping the strawberry into his mouth. Blaine made a small noise in his throat as Kurt met his gaze, before glancing off to the side and cleaning up his hand with long deliberate licks.
“Kurt…” Blaine wasn’t even sure what he was trying to achieve by saying his name. He couldn’t form words, thoughts even.
“Oh, how selfish of me! Would you like one?” Kurt held up a strawberry to Blaine’s lips, giggling as the boy’s tongue darted out to taste the fruit, before he opened his mouth to let Kurt put it in. Blaine ate it all including the leaves, chewing and swallowing hurriedly, and pressing his lips to Kurt’s fingertips, sucking one into his mouth. Kurt looked at him funny, before his eyebrows rose as Blaine let out a guttural moan.
“You taste so good Kurt.” Kurt saw the look in Blaine’s eyes, and was on him in a split second, Blaine flat on his back in the grass for the umpteenth time that day.
“Oh really?” Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine’s, parting the boy’s lips with a stroke of his tongue. Blaine moaned into his mouth, tasting sugar, and Kurt.
“God yes, so good.” Kurt made a thinking noise.
“Do you like the way I taste… other places too?” Blaine blushed, nodding, embarrassed, and turned on by Kurt’s question, his runaround way of talking dirty.
“Yes… Kurt?” Kurt smiled, and hushed Blaine as he slowly, deliberately, unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt, one by one. When he reached the bottom, he yanked the shirt to untuck it from Blaine’s jeans, and let the garment fall open, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of Blaine’s creamy, coffee tinted skin, in contrast to the green of the grass beneath it. He only took a moment though, before he picked up the chocolate syrup bottle and drew a straight line down Blaine’s torso, from his collarbone to just above his jeans. Kurt put down the bottle and settled his face above the bottom of he line, and spoke to Blaine.
“I like the way you taste too.” Kurt grinned, before lowering his face and licking along the stripe of chocolate, swirling his tongue inside Blaine’s navel, tickling wetly against his upper stomach, and lapping up the syrup that collected in the hollow of Blaine’s throat. Blaine struggled not to make any noise, but he groaned as Kurt ran his tongue back down Blaine’s body the way it came.
“Oh… Kurt. Why are you… My shirt… we can’t…” Kurt picked up the can of whipped cream as he replied.
“You said I could do whatever I want. I want this.” Blaine gasped as Kurt punctuated the sentence with a squirt of whipped cream to both of his nipples. Kurt leaned back down and with strokes and flicks of his tongue, cleaned Blaine off. Blaine’s eyes were closed, and his chest was heaving as Kurt repeated the action twice more. He was spending an hour on the treadmill tomorrow, he just knew it
“I…. uhhhhh… guh. Kurt… unghhh Kurt.” Blaine was inadvertently ripping up grass as he clutched at the ground, needing to hold on to something. His pleasure was heightening, and he feared that if he wasn’t grounded, with something in his grip, he would fall off.
“Yes Blaine? Were you trying to say something?”
“Kurt I can’t… Y-you need to stop… ah! Kurt!” Kurt bit down softly on one of Blaine’s nipples, scratching his nails gently down the boy’s stomach. He released the nub from his mouth, and hovered his face above Blaine’s.
“I don’t need to stop though. I’m staying above the belt, and your shirt isn’t actually removed. I know about the bet Blaine.” Blaine’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Y-you… ahhhh… uhh…” Kurt stopped Blaine in the middle of his sentence, trailing his fingers down his stomach, playing with the light dusting of hairs that led into his jeans.
“Above the belt above the belt aboooovee the beeeeelt!” Kurt sing songed, as he tickled Blaine’s lower stomach for a moment.
“Kurt… how?” Kurt shrugged.
“I got bored waiting in the car, and I was pissed at you so I read your texts. Are you mad? I’m so sorry baby.” Blaine was about to say something, but Kurt pinched his nipples and rolled them between his fingers, then cupped his hands around the sides of Blaine’s ribcage. He stroked up, sliding his hands under Blaine’s arms and pushing them over his head, crossing them at the wrists.
“I uh… oh. I’m n-not mad really but uh… oh! Kurt! You can’t!” Kurt smirked at Blaine’s reaction when he slid his leg between Blaine’s.
“But oopsie! It was an accident Blaine. It wasn’t intentional.” He spoke the last sentence darkly. Kurt rubbed his leg against Blaine’s hardness a few times, before unzipping Blaine’s jeans and yanking them halfway down his thighs.
“Kurt! You really really can’t!” Kurt shook his head as he poured chocolate on Blaine’s erection, making sure that none actually got inside him. He watched as it dripped down his length, before taking a lick at the tip.
“Yes I can. This isn’t sexual. I’m cleaning you up.” Blaine really couldn’t argue with Kurt’s twisted logic, especially with his cock halfway down the boy’s throat. Already hard to the point of it being uncomfortable, it didn’t take much from Kurt who was enjoying the thing like it was a fucking lollipop, tasting, and sucking, and deepthroating him to the end. Blaine began bucking wildly into Kurt’s mouth, his only restriction Kurt’s hands holding his hips down. Kurt licked a zigzag line up the bottom of Blaine’s member, slicking his tongue back down and cleaning off his balls with a few clever swirls of his tongue. He sucked gently on the tip, and without warning, Blaine was coming, Kurt swallowing just as eagerly as he had the chocolate. Blaine just lay there, still.
“I… fuck Kurt. That was amazing. I probably lost though.” Kurt shook his head, cuddling up to Blaine.
“No, didn’t you hear me earlier?” Kurt kissed Blaine, and it was quick, but the flavor of chocolate and himself lingered on his lips.
“Yeah, but I don’t know if they’d agree to that.”
“Then I guess we just wont tell them will we?”
“They’ll know… somehow.”
“Well, just don’t speak about it, and see if they bring it up. I have half a mind to tell them myself actually.” Blaine whined.
“Kurt! Noooooo! Whyyyyyyy?”
“Because you made a stupid bet with them, that not only affects you, but me, and you deserve whatever punishment they give you. Although I guess that your bare ass is laying in poison ivy is punishment enough.” Blaine laughed a little, pulling his pants back on, and sitting up.
“Kurt; that back there wasn’t poison ivy. It was just grass.” It was Kurt’s turn to laugh, and he laughed hard.
“You think I didn’t know that? Believe me Blaine; I knew that wasn’t poison ivy. I just played along. It worked out in the end.”
“But… are you sure Kurt? I mean, I don’t feel any itching…”
“Ah, we’ll see. There was a ton under your back too.” Blaine shook his head, picking up his shirt and putting it back on as well.
“Maybe you’ve got it mixed up. I mean, why would we be eating right next to… Fuck. FUCK! They planned this!” Kurt was confused.
“Blaine… what?” Kurt started giggling as Blaine’s anger was re directed as he began scratching at his back.
“Oh no. Fucking hell. It-really-was-poison-ivy.” Blaine broke up his sentence with a furious scratch after each word. “Oh fuck I sat in it. Shit shit shit! E-excuse me for a moment Kurt.” Kurt began shaking with laughter as Blaine ran off a ways into the woods, presumably to scratch at places that he didn’t want Kurt to see him scratching. After a few minutes he came back, and began pacing.
“Blaine, honey, you’re worrying me.” Blaine didn’t stop though.
“Wes and David set up the picnic. It was part of the bet. They wanted the date to end with us… pretty much doing what we did. So they sat the damn picnic next to a patch of poison ivy. The bastards. They’ll know. They’ll know Kurt!” Kurt shrugged, indifferent.
“Ah well, you win some, you lose some. Right?” Blaine stamped his foot, much like Kurt had earlier that evening.
“It’s not fair! I wanted to make them my slave bitches.” Blaine looked about to throw a tantrum, but Kurt stood up and put a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry Blaine. Don’t worry, they wont make you do anything too horrible.” Blaine crossed his arms.
“Yeah, but on top of that I have poison ivy in places I can’t scratch!” He whimpered. Kurt pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“Well, I can’t fix it, but I will rub lotion on you, even in those places.”
“Yeah, but you’re the reason I got it in the first place!” Kurt laughed.
“I swear, I didn’t know until after. But look on the bright side…” Blaine sighed.
“Well, now everything’s ruined. I lost the bet, and now I can’t do anything with you still, because my back is itchy as hell. Don’t even try to tell me to look on the bright side. I mean, the sun is even setting, because this is the dark, dark, dark side with no bright at all!” Kurt pouted.
“Blaine, you’re acting like a total bitch. You’re bitchy when you’re itchy.” Blaine groaned.
“Well, you can’t expect me to be delightful!” Kurt shook his head in agreement.
“Yeah, but you know what, if you’re a good boy and drive us home, I’ll give you a bath.” Blaine turned around to smile at his boyfriend.
“Really!”
“Yes really. Even though you’re all icky and diseased, and your back is probably all nasty and gross, I’ll give you a bath, because I have a strong stomach.”
“Oh come on. You’re the most squeamish person.” Kurt began picking up after their dinner, putting things in a plastic bag to throw away, while replacing all the other things.
“I am not. You think I like swallowing? I choke it down, because I love you.” Kurt knew Blaine knew he was teasing.
“But you don’t love me enough to love the way I taste?”
“That has nothing to do with my love!” Kurt went over to the trash can in the picnic area and threw away the garbage.
“It has everything to do with my love! I love the way you taste Kurt!”
“That’s because I’m delicious.” Kurt ended the sentence with a wiggle of his hips. “Anyways, I love you despite you being a curly haired hobbit with a skin disorder.”
“Oh play on my insecurities why don’t you Kurt!” Blaine did his best to sound insulted, but began laughing.
“Bitch please, you know I love everything about you, even… especially the things you hate.”
“Well, there’s nothing wrong with you! You’re perfect! The playing field is uneven.”
“Well, I’m pale, stubborn, and I sound like I should have ovaries.” Blaine shook his head.
“No. You’re perfect. Perfectly perfect. And those three things are things I love about you. I love you.” They had made it to the car, and Kurt threw the blanket and the basket into the trunk of the car. Both boys got in, and the drive was comfortably silent, until they reached Kurt’s house, and he gave Blaine a twelve minute goodnight kiss. He said a final goodnight, and opened the door, getting out and leaning down, looking in at Blaine to say,
“Blaine. I love you too.”
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I didn’t know how to end it. Sorry. Hope you enjoyed! Comments are welcome, and constructive criticism is always nice.
"Why won’t you just tell me?” Kurt whined, stomping his foot as he finished up getting ready in front of his vanity while Blaine watched. Something about seeing Kurt go through one of his many beauty rituals was so fascinating and intimate to Blaine that he always showed up quite early to pick Kurt up for their dates. It didn’t hurt that Burt usually was away when Kurt was out on dates, and that that usually led to them making out in the free time before their date, the kissing sometimes making them lose track of time, and actually having their date consist of it.
“Well, then it wouldn’t be a surprise would it?” Blaine smiled amusedly. “Did you just stamp your foot?” Kurt huffed.
“Yes! I did, because I am thoroughly pissed at you. You know I hate surprises Blaine! Just tell me where we’re going for our date today, and I promise I’ll stop being mad.” Blaine shook his head, striding over to Kurt and catching his eyes in the mirror, before pressing a sweet kiss to his temple. The blush was immediate, as something about being able to see themselves in the mirror had Kurt on like a light. He vaguely remembered being in the middle of doing something… he couldn’t remember any more. He was so turned on the he… didn’t care.
“But…” Blaine complained into Kurt’s neck as he kissed him there, “You’re beautiful when you’re angry…” Kurt squeaked, but his voice came out surprisingly low and even.
“Blaine, stop it. You think that’s going to work on me?” Blaine shook his head, still grinning.
“Noooo.” He moved his lips to rest gently against Kurt’s sensitive ear. “But I know this will.” Blaine moved his hands, which had been loosely wrapped around Kurt’s upper arms, to rest on his shoulders. He began to stroke his fingers deep into the flesh, biting back a grin as he felt the muscle tension dissipate, and saw Kurt visibly relax, letting out a soft little sigh. “Looks like someone was a little worked up. When was the last time you had one of these?” Kurt moaned as Blaine worked a particularly tight area; he had known for a while Blaine had talented hands and fingers, but he had never put them to use on Kurt like this before.
“N-never…” Blaine pouted.
“Never? Well that’s going to change to always, I’m going to make sure of that. Unless you don’t like it…” Blaine crooned teasingly.”
“Oh… Blaine…” Kurt’s voice was breathy as he closed his eyes and allowed Blaine to make him relax. He felt a slight pang of worry as he remembered what it was he had forgotten to do. “Wait, Blaine… my hair…” Blaine nodded, knowing full well what Kurt meant but pretending not to anyway. “My hair Blaine…”
“Looks fantastic. You know what would make it look even better? If we took this,” Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt’s cheek, “Over there,” Kurt followed Blaine’s hand motion with his eyes over to the bed.
“But then it’ll get messed up.” Blaine made a pleading face.
“Yeah, but Kurt… I want you.” Kurt’s eyes widened, as Blaine hauled him over to the bed, throwing him down upon it. “I need you so badly…” Kurt squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the hard heat of Blaine pressing down on top of him. He squirmed as he felt a particular heating of his entire body, and a hardening a certain somewhere.
“Blaine, oh God where did this even come from?” Blaine bit his lip, unable to tell him. Really truly just not able to say… or else.
“I, uh.” Blaine decided to just make Kurt forget he ever asked the question with mind-blowing kisses. As Blaine moved on from Kurt’s lips to worship every inch of skin he could reach, Kurt asked breathily,
“What did I ever do to deserve you?” Blaine chuckled softly into Kurt’s neck.
“You were born.” Kurt smiled widely and shook his head.
“And have you always been this perfect Mister Anderson?” Blaine growled a little, in a way that was frightening, but extremely arousing to Kurt.
“Too many questions…” Blaine groaned, pressing a deep kiss to Kurt. He pulled back only slightly to whisper against Kurt’s lips. “But yes.” He pressed another kiss to Kurt, this time slipping his tongue inside and letting Kurt succumb to the feeling of Blaine’s actions of desire for him.
As Blaine and Kurt made out on Kurt’s bed, Kurt pinned beneath Blaine, who kissed him ravenously, and a little too desperately, Kurt grew a bit concerned.
“Blaine, you’re acting like we’ll never do this again. We’ll totally do this again, um, won’t we?” Blaine nodded, kissing down Kurt’s neck.
“Yeah, but not ‘till after our date. A while after.” Before Kurt could ask any questions, Blaine tongue was going to town on his ear, and Kurt couldn’t think.
“Aaaahhh… Blaine…” Blaine sucked on his earlobe, grazing the delicate shell with his teeth. At that moment, his phone buzzed, and he picked it up off the bedside table, seeing he had a new message from David. Which probably meant it was Wes, since they liked to switch phones. The two shared everything.
Dude, where are you? It read, and Blaine noticed it was three thirty. He was supposed to have been there ten minutes ago.
“Kurt, um… We need to leave. “ Like half an hour ago… he thought, hurrying to the car with Kurt stumbling after him in confusion, and worry, but mostly curiosity.
…
“Finally!” Wes cried. “Wait, where’s Kurt?” Blaine looked over his shoulder.
“I told him to stay in the car.” David, who appeared out of nowhere, was next to Wes nodding.
“Alright. We already set up the stuff for you. So it’s going to be perfect-“ Blaine smiled.
“Thanks guys.”
“Yeah!” Wes grinned. “It’s going to be perfect, and gorgeous and romantic. There’re candles, and music, and it’s going to be so great kissing him under the stars once the sun goes down… oh wait. You can’t. The bet is still on right?” Blaine bit his lip and swallowed nervously, but nodded.
“Then let’s go over the rules. Wes?” David held his hand out, and Wes placed a rolled up piece of paper in it. David read off the rules.
1.Blaine shall not initiate any contact with Kurt. Kurt must always be the first to touch Blaine. Once touching, Blaine is allowed to do whatever he likes, as long as contact isn’t broken. He may hold hands if Kurt is holding hands with him, kiss back if Kurt kisses him, hug back if Kurt hugs him. He may reciprocate, but if Kurt is not already touching him, then hands off.
2. Kurt and Blaine must keep all activities above the belt, and with clothes on. There is not to be any intentional sexual contact between the two boys.
That meant no sex. Blaine couldn’t last a week without sex… he could hardly last three days. He honestly didn’t know how he survived before Kurt. He loved Kurt, and he didn’t just want him for his body, but that boy was just so eager, and he loved it. Who was Blaine to deprive Kurt… or himself?
3. If Kurt and Blaine touch below the belt, or remove their clothing while in each other’s presence, Blaine loses the bet. If Blaine initiates contact, he’ll lose the bet. Wes and David will find out, if he does. They will.
It was beyond creepy, because it was true. They could probably do it at Kurt’s house and the boys would know, somehow.
4. If Blaine, somehow, miraculously, resists Kurt’s charms, and lasts through the week, then he wins the bet.
Wes and David obviously had no faith in him. But he didn’t have any faith in himself. He might as well hide under the covers. Kurt, and being with him, was what made Blaine’s life livable.
5. The winner of the bet gets to inflict a punishment of his choice on the other, as long as it doesn’t involve dangerous or illegal activity. Otherwise, it can be as unbearable and humiliating as he wishes.
Wes and David thought they were cunning, and they were, but they had lived as preppy private school boys their entire lives, and were too soft to think of a good punishment. Blaine however, was frightened by the magnitude of his ideas.
6. The bet may not be spoken of to Kurt. So don’t tell him about it.
Blaine hated that rule. Hated it. Because if Kurt didn’t know of the bet, he’d feel hurt and neglected. And that might make him cry. Because Kurt was still emotionally fragile and Blaine tried his best not to break him but… Kurt was better, stronger now. He’d be okay. Hopefully.
7. No masturbation during the week. Not even in the shower. Your walls are thin Blaine. We’ll know if you do.
That was it for Blaine. He wasn’t going to survive this week. He was going to die. He knew that if he won, victory would be glorious, and he could milk it for all it was worth, making Wes and David his bitches, or his slaves, or even better… his bitch-slaves, or slave-bitches, but he had urges, that only Kurt could fix.
…
“Can I get out of the car now Blaine?” Blaine nodded.
“Yes. But only if you put on this blindfold.” Blaine was about to hand it to Kurt, when he realized that their hands might touch, and that that might lose him the bet. Even though Wes and David had apparently left, they could be anywhere. Blaine instead chose to toss the bandana into Kurt’s lap. Kurt looked at him funny for a second, before lifting it and tying it over his eyes.
“Kinky. But I really don’t see the point of this. Help me out of the car, Blaine.” Blaine was about to grasp Kurt’s hand, when he remembered again. Damn it, he had never realized how much he actually touched Kurt. Wes and David obviously had.
“Here, take my hand.” Blaine held it out to Kurt, a centimeter from Kurt’s own hand.
“Um Blaine? I can’t see your hand.” Blaine bit his lip as Kurt groped blindly for Blaine’s hand, accidentally tickling Blaine’s stomach and nearly hitting him in the groin before grabbing his elbow and sliding his hand down Blaine’s forearm to grab Blaine’s hand.
“Alrighty then, I’m going to take you where we’re going, but even if we stop, you can’t take off the blindfold until I say, okay?” Kurt nodded. Blaine helped Kurt out of the passengers seat, and got him upright before shutting the door closed behind him and locking it. Blaine led Kurt through the gravelly parking lot, and down a grassy hill, Kurt almost tripping several times.
“If I fall, and break something Blaine, I will have no qualms about screaming out that you are kidnapping me. If there are even people about, I can only imagine the looks we’d be getting.” Blaine was so glad there wasn’t anyone around. Really glad. Because that meant there weren’t any of Wes and David’s spies about. At least, nearby.
“I wont let you get hurt Kurt. Promise. We’re almost there babe.” Kurt smiled softly, loving the pet name. The two of them took a couple dozen more steps, until they reached a lush, grassy, forest clearing, in which lay a picnic area, with a bench, a grill, and the most gorgeous flowers growing around. “We’re here. You can take it off Kurt.” Kurt exasperatedly tore off the fabric, flinging it to the ground. He stared blankly for a moment, trying to process what was in front of him. His face lit up though, and he giggled as he realized what it was and that it was there for them, just for them.
“Oh Blaine,” He said softly, throwing his arms around the boy, kissing him full on the mouth and all but tackling him to the ground. Blaine felt a little winded, but he didn’t know whether it was the fall, or Kurt’s boldness that had taken his breath away.
“K-Kurt, we haven’t even…” Kurt cut him off.
“I love you. You know I love you right? I can’t believe… it’s perfect, just so perfect. This is like something out of a schoolgirl’s fantasy of an ideal date. Oh God Blaine, I love you so much.
“It’s just a picnic…” Kurt’s eyes shone with happy tears. Blaine decided it would be okay to stroke one of them away with his thumb since Kurt was already touching him, on top of him.
“But it’s not. Not to me. My parents went on picnics when they were dating, and after they got married, and took me along after I was born, up until I was five years old. My mother announced to my Dad that she was pregnant with me when they were on a picnic. My fourth birthday was at a picnic. We stopped having them after my mom died, but I always always had the memories, and since I was eight I always thought them to be beautiful, and romantic, and dreamed that one day an amazing boy would be with me and take me on picnics… You’re that boy Blaine.” Kurt smiled as Blaine brushed away more tears with the back of his hand, and placed his face in the crook of Blaine’s neck, whispering there. “You made my dream come true.” Blaine laughed, happy that Kurt was happy, his heart soaring at Kurt’s delight, He felt so much for Kurt, like his true purpose in life was to make him smile his hardest every time they were together. Blaine had never seen him this happy, seen anyone this happy short of their wedding day. Blaine wondered if he’d get to see Kurt smile like this again, maybe sometime in the future walking down the aisle. But he couldn’t think about that now because Kurt was smothering him with kisses.
“I love you…” Kiss. “Love you Blaine…” Kiss. “…love you…” Kurt pressed soft little pecks behind Blaine’s ear. Blaine was flushed and grinning, having no idea that Kurt would be this extremely happy. He liked this side of his boyfriend. A lot.
“Blaine… oh Blaine… Can we… Can we take a walk? I want to see this place.” Blaine nodded, deciding not to point out that walking about wasn’t usually something people did on picnics, but he was no expert on picnickery, so he decided not to comment.
…
“Beautiful… beautiful…” Kurt walked around the sparsely forested meadow like area, hand in hand with his boyfriend. “So calm, and pure, and pretty. Why can’t the whole world be this way? If the proverbial Garden of Eden existed, I think it would have been somewhat like this.
“Yeah,” Blaine agreed, loving to listen to Kurt gush. “But probably with a lot more fruit, and an evil snake, and uneducated people who wear nothing but fig leaves.” Kurt mock glared at him.
“Don’t ruin the moment.”
“Fiiiiiine,” Blaine faux whined. “But I’d love to see you in nothing but a fig leaf. That would make my life so much easier…” Kurt blushed.
“Blaine.” He said in warning and embarrassment.
“Seriously! Hear me out. I mean, all I’d have to do is just pluck it off like so…” Blaine mimicked the action of plucking off a fig leaf in mid air.
“Blaaaaine…” Kurt grew redder.
“It would bring out the green in your eyes. I mean, it’d actually be quite fashionable, a statement really. Even though it wouldn’t be appropriate for everyday, Halloween would be perfect. We could be Adam and Steve! But only if I’m Steve.”
“Oh… waa… Blaiiiiiiiiiineeee!” Kurt cried out.
“Yes darling?” Kurt glowered.
“Shut up.” Blaine smirked.
“Make me.” The next thing he knew he was on his back in the grass, Kurt pressing deep, sensual kisses to his lips, more romantic than arousing. Well, at least they should have been. Kurt had never taken charge like this before, and to be honest, Blaine found it incredibly hot.
“Blaine… oh god…” Kurt gasped. Blaine could feel how hard Kurt was against his leg. Wow. Well that was definitely unexpected. Especially since all they had done was kiss, rather chastely compared to how they usually did. Also, Kurt never gasped those words out like that except for in the most heated of moments,
“Kurt…” Blaine bit his lip, not knowing what to do with a horny Kurt that he couldn’t touch.
“Oh God Blaine I want you right here...” Wait, did Kurt mean. No… not Kurt. But he was. Blaine had to change the subject. Had to. Because fucking in the forest sounded like the best idea. And the name of a porno… but really, a fantastic idea. But for the bet. That stupid stupid bet.
“Aaahhh, mmmm.” Blaine stammered, not knowing how to say no, since he never had before. “Well Kurt, I thought I saw some poison ivy around here, and even clothed, laying here is risky enough. Naked and not paying attention? Recipe for disaster. I mean, getting poison ivy in suspicious place would make for a lot of inappropriate itching, and overall it would be awful.” Kurt’s lips formed an o as he nodded.
“Sorry Blaine.” He bought it. Totally bought it. Then again, Kurt probably didn’t know much about nature, his mind filled with fashion designers, and dreams of New York, and hopefully thoughts of him and Blaine. For all Kurt knew, poison ivy could be the grass they were laying in. That broke Blaine’s heart. But, relieved, he asked the boy.
“Would you like to go back and eat?” Kurt shrugged and nodded. Blaine held out his hand for Kurt to take, and stood up, helping Kurt up as well.
“I love how you’re just offering your hand for me to take today, as if I’d not want you to just grab mine. I don’t know why you’re being so weird today. You haven’t kissed me once.” Blaine spluttered indignantly.
“What? Were you not here five minutes ago? You were all over me!” Kurt nodded.
“Yeah, exactly. But you weren’t all over me, like you usually are. Are you feeling alright sweetie?” Blaine almost laughed at Kurt equating his reluctance to initiate as illness. That was ridiculous. He could never feel awful enough to not want to jump Kurt. Sickness wouldn’t do squat to make him shy away from the boy.
“Y-yes! I’m fine… just hungry, I guess.” Kurt nodded.
“I see. So you’re hungry for food…” Kurt stopped walking for a moment, and placed his free hand behind Blaine’s neck, slipping his other hand out of Blaine’s, sliding it down his chest, to rub at his stomach. “Right here.” Blaine nodded, his breath shortening at the intimacy of the touch… his stomach had always been his weakness.
“Y-yeah Kurt… way to p-point out the obvious.”
“I’m not done yet Blaine,” Kurt explained softly. “You see I’m hungry for this…” Kurt trailed his fingers down over Blaine’s belt buckle to delicately touch his package, squeezing slightly with his fingertips. “Right here.” Kurt slid his hand away from Blaine’s front, and around to his ass, bringing their hips together at a slight angle so he was pressed up against Blaine’s thigh. Blaine made a strangled noise before tearing out of Kurt’s arms and falling backwards into the grass. Kurt frowned at him before putting on a look of concern that was hard for Blaine to judge, since it looked kind of… fake.
“Be careful of poison ivy Blaine.” Did he detect sarcasm in that statement? Kurt stormed off the last steps to their picnic basket, sitting on the blanket and taking out each item one by one. He seemed relatively expressionless, until he pulled a carton of strawberries out of the basket, squealing that Blaine had included his favorite fruit, but his look of delight turned to amusement as the find was followed by a bottle of chocolate sauce and a canister of whipped cream. The only dessert he had seen was apple pie, which didn’t go with either of he toppings really so…
“Blaine?” Kurt began to laugh. “What’s all this?” Fuck. Blaine scowled as he saw the items in Kurt’s hands. He had listed the items for Wes and David to pack for him precisely, but they had apparently slipped in a few… surprises.
“I… uh… have no idea how those got in there. Wes and David fucking around with my stuff again.” Kurt nodded, looking slightly disappointed, and Blaine had to dig his nails into his thigh to keep from tilting Kurt’s chin up and kissing a smile onto that beautiful face.
“Oh. Because I thought it would be here for later, which was why you didn’t want to do it earlier… But no, it’s just me I guess.” Blaine wanted this to end. He didn’t give a shit about the bet anymore, except that the punishment would probably be something like never kissing Kurt ever again, so he couldn’t lose.
“No… no Kurt. You can do whatever you want with those though, I mean I’m not really into that.” Lies… lies…
“Ah, okay. It’s alright. Here, have a sandwich?” Blaine took it from Kurt’s hand, managing not to touch him. He ate silently as Kurt picked through the contents of the basket and found a salad, opening it, and munching quietly along with Blaine, the silence comfortable. As Blaine tucked into his third sandwich, Kurt finished his salad, biting back a giggle as a spot of mayo dripped onto Blaine’s shirt. As Blaine tended to his spill, Kurt picked up a few select items from the basket and set to work.
Blaine studied the small stain for a moment after he had wiped the mayo, but his head shot up as he heard the sound of the whipped cream being squirted. Kurt never ate whipped cream, too many empty calories he’d complain. Yet here he was, focused on dolloping the fluffy topping onto strawberries, then setting his masterpieces on a plate one by one. After he had made ten or so, he drizzled chocolate sauce on the lot of them, picking up one to eat but pausing as he saw Blaine.
“What are you…?” Kurt shrugged.
“You said I could do whatever I want. What I’m not going to do is let them go to waste.” Kurt bit into one of his concoctions, and moaned in delight. “Oh god they’re so good Blaine.” Kurt ate all but the leaves of the berry, licking his lips free of the last traces of chocolaty cream. Blaine’s mouth almost hung open, but he remembered he was still chewing. He swallowed, and watched intently as Kurt picked up a second strawberry, picked off all the leaves, and then proceeded to clean it off, licking up stripes on the fruit, until it was bare, and then drizzling more chocolate sauce on it, either not noticing, or caring that it was dripping onto his hand and running down his wrist. He lapped up the dark syrup, popping the strawberry into his mouth. Blaine made a small noise in his throat as Kurt met his gaze, before glancing off to the side and cleaning up his hand with long deliberate licks.
“Kurt…” Blaine wasn’t even sure what he was trying to achieve by saying his name. He couldn’t form words, thoughts even.
“Oh, how selfish of me! Would you like one?” Kurt held up a strawberry to Blaine’s lips, giggling as the boy’s tongue darted out to taste the fruit, before he opened his mouth to let Kurt put it in. Blaine ate it all including the leaves, chewing and swallowing hurriedly, and pressing his lips to Kurt’s fingertips, sucking one into his mouth. Kurt looked at him funny, before his eyebrows rose as Blaine let out a guttural moan.
“You taste so good Kurt.” Kurt saw the look in Blaine’s eyes, and was on him in a split second, Blaine flat on his back in the grass for the umpteenth time that day.
“Oh really?” Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine’s, parting the boy’s lips with a stroke of his tongue. Blaine moaned into his mouth, tasting sugar, and Kurt.
“God yes, so good.” Kurt made a thinking noise.
“Do you like the way I taste… other places too?” Blaine blushed, nodding, embarrassed, and turned on by Kurt’s question, his runaround way of talking dirty.
“Yes… Kurt?” Kurt smiled, and hushed Blaine as he slowly, deliberately, unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt, one by one. When he reached the bottom, he yanked the shirt to untuck it from Blaine’s jeans, and let the garment fall open, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of Blaine’s creamy, coffee tinted skin, in contrast to the green of the grass beneath it. He only took a moment though, before he picked up the chocolate syrup bottle and drew a straight line down Blaine’s torso, from his collarbone to just above his jeans. Kurt put down the bottle and settled his face above the bottom of he line, and spoke to Blaine.
“I like the way you taste too.” Kurt grinned, before lowering his face and licking along the stripe of chocolate, swirling his tongue inside Blaine’s navel, tickling wetly against his upper stomach, and lapping up the syrup that collected in the hollow of Blaine’s throat. Blaine struggled not to make any noise, but he groaned as Kurt ran his tongue back down Blaine’s body the way it came.
“Oh… Kurt. Why are you… My shirt… we can’t…” Kurt picked up the can of whipped cream as he replied.
“You said I could do whatever I want. I want this.” Blaine gasped as Kurt punctuated the sentence with a squirt of whipped cream to both of his nipples. Kurt leaned back down and with strokes and flicks of his tongue, cleaned Blaine off. Blaine’s eyes were closed, and his chest was heaving as Kurt repeated the action twice more. He was spending an hour on the treadmill tomorrow, he just knew it
“I…. uhhhhh… guh. Kurt… unghhh Kurt.” Blaine was inadvertently ripping up grass as he clutched at the ground, needing to hold on to something. His pleasure was heightening, and he feared that if he wasn’t grounded, with something in his grip, he would fall off.
“Yes Blaine? Were you trying to say something?”
“Kurt I can’t… Y-you need to stop… ah! Kurt!” Kurt bit down softly on one of Blaine’s nipples, scratching his nails gently down the boy’s stomach. He released the nub from his mouth, and hovered his face above Blaine’s.
“I don’t need to stop though. I’m staying above the belt, and your shirt isn’t actually removed. I know about the bet Blaine.” Blaine’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Y-you… ahhhh… uhh…” Kurt stopped Blaine in the middle of his sentence, trailing his fingers down his stomach, playing with the light dusting of hairs that led into his jeans.
“Above the belt above the belt aboooovee the beeeeelt!” Kurt sing songed, as he tickled Blaine’s lower stomach for a moment.
“Kurt… how?” Kurt shrugged.
“I got bored waiting in the car, and I was pissed at you so I read your texts. Are you mad? I’m so sorry baby.” Blaine was about to say something, but Kurt pinched his nipples and rolled them between his fingers, then cupped his hands around the sides of Blaine’s ribcage. He stroked up, sliding his hands under Blaine’s arms and pushing them over his head, crossing them at the wrists.
“I uh… oh. I’m n-not mad really but uh… oh! Kurt! You can’t!” Kurt smirked at Blaine’s reaction when he slid his leg between Blaine’s.
“But oopsie! It was an accident Blaine. It wasn’t intentional.” He spoke the last sentence darkly. Kurt rubbed his leg against Blaine’s hardness a few times, before unzipping Blaine’s jeans and yanking them halfway down his thighs.
“Kurt! You really really can’t!” Kurt shook his head as he poured chocolate on Blaine’s erection, making sure that none actually got inside him. He watched as it dripped down his length, before taking a lick at the tip.
“Yes I can. This isn’t sexual. I’m cleaning you up.” Blaine really couldn’t argue with Kurt’s twisted logic, especially with his cock halfway down the boy’s throat. Already hard to the point of it being uncomfortable, it didn’t take much from Kurt who was enjoying the thing like it was a fucking lollipop, tasting, and sucking, and deepthroating him to the end. Blaine began bucking wildly into Kurt’s mouth, his only restriction Kurt’s hands holding his hips down. Kurt licked a zigzag line up the bottom of Blaine’s member, slicking his tongue back down and cleaning off his balls with a few clever swirls of his tongue. He sucked gently on the tip, and without warning, Blaine was coming, Kurt swallowing just as eagerly as he had the chocolate. Blaine just lay there, still.
“I… fuck Kurt. That was amazing. I probably lost though.” Kurt shook his head, cuddling up to Blaine.
“No, didn’t you hear me earlier?” Kurt kissed Blaine, and it was quick, but the flavor of chocolate and himself lingered on his lips.
“Yeah, but I don’t know if they’d agree to that.”
“Then I guess we just wont tell them will we?”
“They’ll know… somehow.”
“Well, just don’t speak about it, and see if they bring it up. I have half a mind to tell them myself actually.” Blaine whined.
“Kurt! Noooooo! Whyyyyyyy?”
“Because you made a stupid bet with them, that not only affects you, but me, and you deserve whatever punishment they give you. Although I guess that your bare ass is laying in poison ivy is punishment enough.” Blaine laughed a little, pulling his pants back on, and sitting up.
“Kurt; that back there wasn’t poison ivy. It was just grass.” It was Kurt’s turn to laugh, and he laughed hard.
“You think I didn’t know that? Believe me Blaine; I knew that wasn’t poison ivy. I just played along. It worked out in the end.”
“But… are you sure Kurt? I mean, I don’t feel any itching…”
“Ah, we’ll see. There was a ton under your back too.” Blaine shook his head, picking up his shirt and putting it back on as well.
“Maybe you’ve got it mixed up. I mean, why would we be eating right next to… Fuck. FUCK! They planned this!” Kurt was confused.
“Blaine… what?” Kurt started giggling as Blaine’s anger was re directed as he began scratching at his back.
“Oh no. Fucking hell. It-really-was-poison-ivy.” Blaine broke up his sentence with a furious scratch after each word. “Oh fuck I sat in it. Shit shit shit! E-excuse me for a moment Kurt.” Kurt began shaking with laughter as Blaine ran off a ways into the woods, presumably to scratch at places that he didn’t want Kurt to see him scratching. After a few minutes he came back, and began pacing.
“Blaine, honey, you’re worrying me.” Blaine didn’t stop though.
“Wes and David set up the picnic. It was part of the bet. They wanted the date to end with us… pretty much doing what we did. So they sat the damn picnic next to a patch of poison ivy. The bastards. They’ll know. They’ll know Kurt!” Kurt shrugged, indifferent.
“Ah well, you win some, you lose some. Right?” Blaine stamped his foot, much like Kurt had earlier that evening.
“It’s not fair! I wanted to make them my slave bitches.” Blaine looked about to throw a tantrum, but Kurt stood up and put a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry Blaine. Don’t worry, they wont make you do anything too horrible.” Blaine crossed his arms.
“Yeah, but on top of that I have poison ivy in places I can’t scratch!” He whimpered. Kurt pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“Well, I can’t fix it, but I will rub lotion on you, even in those places.”
“Yeah, but you’re the reason I got it in the first place!” Kurt laughed.
“I swear, I didn’t know until after. But look on the bright side…” Blaine sighed.
“Well, now everything’s ruined. I lost the bet, and now I can’t do anything with you still, because my back is itchy as hell. Don’t even try to tell me to look on the bright side. I mean, the sun is even setting, because this is the dark, dark, dark side with no bright at all!” Kurt pouted.
“Blaine, you’re acting like a total bitch. You’re bitchy when you’re itchy.” Blaine groaned.
“Well, you can’t expect me to be delightful!” Kurt shook his head in agreement.
“Yeah, but you know what, if you’re a good boy and drive us home, I’ll give you a bath.” Blaine turned around to smile at his boyfriend.
“Really!”
“Yes really. Even though you’re all icky and diseased, and your back is probably all nasty and gross, I’ll give you a bath, because I have a strong stomach.”
“Oh come on. You’re the most squeamish person.” Kurt began picking up after their dinner, putting things in a plastic bag to throw away, while replacing all the other things.
“I am not. You think I like swallowing? I choke it down, because I love you.” Kurt knew Blaine knew he was teasing.
“But you don’t love me enough to love the way I taste?”
“That has nothing to do with my love!” Kurt went over to the trash can in the picnic area and threw away the garbage.
“It has everything to do with my love! I love the way you taste Kurt!”
“That’s because I’m delicious.” Kurt ended the sentence with a wiggle of his hips. “Anyways, I love you despite you being a curly haired hobbit with a skin disorder.”
“Oh play on my insecurities why don’t you Kurt!” Blaine did his best to sound insulted, but began laughing.
“Bitch please, you know I love everything about you, even… especially the things you hate.”
“Well, there’s nothing wrong with you! You’re perfect! The playing field is uneven.”
“Well, I’m pale, stubborn, and I sound like I should have ovaries.” Blaine shook his head.
“No. You’re perfect. Perfectly perfect. And those three things are things I love about you. I love you.” They had made it to the car, and Kurt threw the blanket and the basket into the trunk of the car. Both boys got in, and the drive was comfortably silent, until they reached Kurt’s house, and he gave Blaine a twelve minute goodnight kiss. He said a final goodnight, and opened the door, getting out and leaning down, looking in at Blaine to say,
“Blaine. I love you too.”
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I didn’t know how to end it. Sorry. Hope you enjoyed! Comments are welcome, and constructive criticism is always nice.