Twelve Days Before The Wedding

He should have eloped.  It would have been a hell of a lot easier than dealing with all this wedding bullshit.  Twelve days before his wedding, and he and Blaine are still fighting over the seating chart.  Apparently Blaines Aunt Helen is in cahoots with his cousin Jean.  About what, Kurt isnt sure.  He kind of zoned out after Blaine started talking about something to do with a China set promised to somebody.

"Oh, my God, Blaine!"  Kurt yells in annoyance after ten minutes of listening to Blaine go on about the rift between the two.  "Im going to put them outside with the fucking security if you dont figure something out!"

"Oh, Im sorry," Blaine says in a sweet, mocking tone that irritates Kurt further.  "Are my family problems too much for you to handle right now?  Sorry it cant all be smooth sailing like with yours."

Angered and annoyed, Kurt just leaves his seating chart and walks away.  "Figure something out," he snaps at Blaine as he walks past him.

"Screw you, Kurt!"  Blaine bites back as he starts to loosen the tie around his neck.

"Screw me?"  Kurt asks with a chuckle.  "Im not the one with a family that hates each other."

Blaine just snorts and rolls his eyes, beginning to work open the buttons of his shirt.

It doesnt surprise Kurt that as he watches Blaine undress he begins to get turned on.  He wished it didnt happen; that he can just be mad at Blaine.  But, as it is, he always finds the anger being pushed aside by want.  It kind of makes it hard to stay mad at Blaine when all he can think about is fucking him.

This time is no different.

"God, I want you so much right now."  Kurt runs over and jumps into Blaines arms and hungrily captures his mouth in a rough, passionate kiss.

Blaine just chuckles as he heads to the bedroom.

They might be fighting about the wedding plans for the umpteen time in the last six months, but Kurt has to admit, he kind of likes the fights.  Afterwards, they always lead to great make-up sex.  And, God, does Kurt love having sex with Blaine.  Over the years, where other couples sex lives seem to start to slow down, Kurt still sees Blaine and himself as in that honeymoon phase couples go through.  The phase of always touching, and wanting each other is one they never really left.  They still act like those teenagers they once were who tried to be with each other any free chance they got.

Kurt really hopes that never goes away between them.

Eight Days Before The Wedding

"I have an idea," Kurt mumbles as he and Blaine lie in bed a couple days later.

Still coming down from his pleasurable high, limbs loose and body lax, randomly tracing patterns on Blaines chest, Kurt knows this will be difficult to go without for a week.  Well, not this, per se.  They can still cuddle naked.  Its the after sex cuddling that hell miss for the week.

"What idea?"  Blaine asks as he stands up from the bed.

Kurt sits up and watches him walk to their bathroom.  The sight of Blaines bare ass is enough to have Kurt doubting he should suggest this.

No sex the week before their wedding shouldnt be that difficult.  Hell, they went longer than that when he was in New York, and Blaine was still in Lima.  But that was years ago.  Now, the longest theyve gone without having sex is four days, tops.  But, Kurt thinks they could do it.  They can wait a week; until their wedding night to be together again.  Hes not entirely sure how Blaine will feel about it.

"The week before our wedding, lets not have sex," Kurt says, hearing the Blaine turn on the faucet.

"Why would we do that?"  Blaine asks from the bathroom, sounding a bit confused.

"To make the wedding night more special.  I mean, its already going to be special because its you."  Kurt gets up on his knees in the middle of the bed.  "It wont be so bad, honey.  What do you think?"

Blaine comes back into the room, stomach clean, and brows furrowed in doubt.  "I dont know, babe," he says.

"What?"  Kurt says as his smile drops.  "Is it a stupid idea?"

"No."  Blaine shakes his head as he climbs on the bed and faces Kurt.  "No, its not a stupid idea.  Its just...You know us.  We love having sex with each other.  We havent gone a week without sex since we were separated because of school."

"I know."  Kurt drapes his arms around Blaines neck.  "But, I really think we can do this.  Dont you want to make our wedding night special?"

"I dont need special, Kurt," Blaine says.  "I just need you.  But, if you want to do this, then we will."

Kurt beams at Blaine before kissing him.  Softly moaning into the kiss when Blaine pulls his body close to his until they are flush together.  The press of Blaines muscular body against his has heat stirring in Kurts belly.  And just like that, he wants him again.

"When do we start this no sex until the wedding?"  Blaine asks as he kisses along Kurts jaw.

"T-Tomorrow," Kurt stutters as he lets out a small whine.

"Good."  Blaine pulls back and grins.  "Then that gives me so many hours to fuck you while I can."

Five Days Before the Wedding

At first, Kurt thought it would be cute and romantic.  Not sleeping with Blaine the whole week before their wedding.  But, now, he isnt so sure this was a smart idea.  Its only been two days and he wants to be fucked.  He wants to be bent over a surface and fucked until he cant remember his own name.  Now, he feels like an idiot for suggesting it at all.  Hes tempted to just tell Blaine that he cant do it, and to fuck him.  But on the other hand, he wants to see this through; he wants to go the whole week without having sex.

Hes such an idiot.

In the kitchen frantically cleaning to preoccupy his mind on something other than wanting to ride Blaine, Kurt methodically cleans every inch of surface he can multiple times.  He hopes he can tire himself out; be too worn out to want to do anything but fall into bed and sleep.  It helps a little.  But its not enough to distract him from the fact that Blaine is a few feet away in the living room.  Thoughts of just walking to him and sitting in his lap trickle in every few seconds, but he does his best to stay where he is and continue cleaning.

Smiling into the kiss Blaine gives him when he walks into the kitchen after a while, ignoring the arousal stirring in his belly; Kurt goes about rearranging the pantry.  "Hows the game?" he asks even though he doesnt care.  Sports were never something that interested him.  But Blaine loves all sports, so he tries to act interested for his sake.

"Were losing," Blaine says as he pops the cap off a beer.

"Hmm," Kurt hums, trying to sound interested.  "Perhaps theyll hit the ball and get a touchdown."

Blaine chuckles as he walks over to Kurt and fiercely kisses him, doing nothing to stave off Kurts hunger for his fiancé.  "Your attempt at talking sports is too adorable."

"Glad I could entertain you."  Kurt softly sighs as Blaine kisses him again before walking back to the living room.

Needing to get his mind off wanting to have sex with Blaine, Kurt goes back to organizing the pantry.  Throwing away old, outdated food, arranging cans in a certain way, it suddenly dawns on him that he had something to ask Blaine.  Abandoning his cleaning project, Kurt goes to the bedroom to grab what he needs.

"Okay," Kurt says as he sets down their options for flowers for the lapel on their jackets as he sits down next to Blaine on the couch.  Its the last decision they have to make concerning the wedding.  After this, they are free.  The only thing needed from them will be to show up and get married.  "Ive narrowed it down to these two.  Which one?" he asks as Blaine sits back down next to him.

"I dont care, babe," Blaine says, sounding bored and uninterested as he takes a drink of his beer.  "Whichever one you like; that you want."

Kurt tries his best not to get angry.  A huge fight over flowers is the last thing they need six days before the wedding.  "Blaine, honey," he says in a sweet voice, keeping out the iciness trying to make its way into it.  "The last time you said that, I made a choice and you hated it."

"Well, those were ugly flower arrangements," Blaine replies.

Taking a deep breath to stop from yelling, Kurt just smiles.  "Just help me choose one."

"I dont care, Kurt," Blaine tells him with a bit of a bite to his voice.  "I dont care about some fucking flower Im just going to throw away."

No longer able to keep it at bay, angry and pissed off, Kurt loses it.  "Goddamn it, Blaine!" he loudly yells as he stands up and towers over him.

"What?!"  Blaine stands up and faces Kurt.

"Pick a fucking flower!"  If he wasnt angry before, Kurt would be now at seeing the amusement in Blaines eyes.  He finds nothing about whats happening at the moment amusing.

"I told you," Blaine closes the few inches between Kurt and him, "I dont fucking care!"

Its as if his whole body is attuned to the fact that Blaine is right there; is so close for him to take.  Urgency and hunger run under his skin to touch Blaine in any way possible.  The sight of him angry and bothered does nothing to quell Kurts lust for him.  So, grabbing behind his head and pulling him in for a rough kiss, tongue delving past parted lips, Kurt moans.  He wants so badly that he doesnt care that he might be acting a little crazy.

Breaking the kiss and pushing Blaine back on the couch, straddling his lap, Kurt goes back to kissing him.  He grips Blaines shoulders and starts to grind his ass down on Blaines cock, groaning at how good it feels.  Fingers grip his hips as Blaine thrust his hips up and rubs his cock against his ass.  It feels so good; exactly what he wanted and needed.  But he is hungry for more.

"Blaine?"  Kurt pants against his lips.

"Y-Yeah?"  Blaine says as he thrust his hips up into Kurts ass again.

"Do you--oh, fuck, that feels good!"  Kurt rolls his hips down and grinds his ass against Blaines cock.  "Do you consider handjobs sex?"

"No."  Blaine shakes his head.

"Good."  Kurt stands up off the couch and hastily pushes his sweats off his hips.  "Get naked," he orders Blaine.

Removing his shirt, and seeing Blaine start to lose his clothes, Kurt takes himself in hand and starts to slowly stroke himself.

"Youre not playing fair," Blaine playfully accuses him as he kicks away his underwear.

"Dont care.  Want to come."  And its true.  Hes a pent up energy of sexual frustration, and he really needs a release.

When Blaine grabs his wrist and pulls him down on top of him when he lies back on the couch, Kurt giggles as he lands on top of him, causing Blaine to let out a small grunt.  Bracing his knees on either side of Blaines hips, hands planted on either side of Blaines head, he slowly lowers his body down.  Body flush to Blaines, Kurt gently rocks his hips down.  Small, soft moan falling from his lips at the slide of his cock against Blaines, Kurt rolls his hips seeking that friction that hes been wanting for days.  Already in his belly, he can feel the heat unfurling; knowing this will be over quick.

"Lick," Blaine tells him when he suddenly lifts his hand up to his face.

Eyes locked on Blaines, Kurt sits up and brings his hand up to his mouth.  Tongue pushed out past his lips, he licks a slow strip up the center of Blaines palm.  Wrapping his lips around the second and third finger of Blaines hand, Kurt slowly sinks his mouth down.  Licking in between the fingers, sucking and swallowing around them like its Blaines cock, he lets out little whimpers and moans.  Kurt can tell Blaine enjoys it by feeling his cock twitch against his ass.  Pulling his mouth off the fingers, eyes still locked on Blaines now huger filled ones, Kurt does the same with Blaines forefinger.  He does that until all of Blaines fingers, and his palm is thoroughly wet.  "There," he tells Blaine with a sultry, deep voice, and smirk on his lips as he lies down back on top of him.

Grin on Blaines face, and hand now thoroughly wet, Kurt sighs as he reaches down between their bodies and wraps his hand around both their cocks.  Blaines hand on them both is slow.  He strokes upward, and slowly strokes back down.  Kurt whines low in his throat.  Its good; better than not having anything.  But its not enough for him.  He wants faster.

"Go faster," he tells Blaine, voicing his desires.

"Want it to last," Blaine replies as he strokes upward and thumbs over both the heads of their cocks.

Kurt groans as he drops his head to Blaines collarbone.  Figuring since Blaine wont listen to him, he reaches down and covers Blaines hand with his own, forcing his hand to move faster.

"Bossy," Blaine teases as he reaches down with his other hand and slaps Kurts hand away from him.

"Just trying to get what I want."  The smirk on his lips is wiped away when Blaine strokes his hand up at the same time that he rocks his hips upward against Kurts.

Skin dragging against skin, the movement made better from the dampness of the sweat already forming on their bodies.  Kurt starts to roll his hips down against Blaine as he moves his hand around both their cocks.  Shoving his hand behind Blaines back, and gripping his shoulder, Kurt groans as he thrusts his hips up into Blaines fist.  Burying his face in the curve of Blaines neck, mouth dropping open and breath ghosting over skin, he softly whimpers at the slide of his cock against Blaines.  The delicious drag of his cock along Blaines sends fire coursing through his veins.  He drags his teeth along the slope of Blaines neck as he rocks his hips down, hearing Blaine moan into his ear.

Deep in his belly, heat coiling, Kurt knows he is close to his release.  Body chasing his orgasm, he works his hips faster and harder.  Kissing at the curve of Blaines neck, gently nipping and biting at soft, skin, Kurt moans when Blaine thumbs at the head of his cock.  "Close," he pants.

"Me too," Blaine replies.

Teeth softly sinking into the skin of the slope of Blaines neck to quiet his scream, Kurt hotly spills over Blaines fist and onto both their stomachs.  His body shakes and shivers from the immense pleasure he feels.   Working his hips through his orgasm, wanting it to last for as long as possible, Kurt sighs when he feels it start to wane.  As the waves of his orgasm slowly come to a stop, but pleasure still deliciously sizzling right under his skin, Kurt hums when he Blaine is finally hit with is release.  Completely stilling on top of Blaine, pleasantly satisfied, he pulls in a deep breath.

For a few minutes, Blaine and he lie in a comfortable silence as they experience their pleasure.  They dont need to say anything.  Kurt soaks up the happiness, and the opportunity to cuddle naked with Blaine after a mind-blowing orgasm, smiling as he skims his fingers along his back.  He thought he would have to wait another few days to have this again.  But he is glad for ways around rules.

"Th-That was fun," Blaine says with a still shaky voice a few moments later.

"Mmm," Kurt hums into his ear, satisfied smile on his lips.  "It really was."

"But it still wasnt sex?"

"Nope."  Kurt minutely shakes his head.  "Not sex."  Sitting up off the couch, stretching, he looks over his shoulder and catches Blaine staring at his ass with a smile on his face.  Chuckling, he says, "Want to take a shower with me?"

"Sure," Blaine replies as he stands up.  "By the way, I liked this one."  He slyly grins as he picks up one of the flowers.

It instantly dawns for Kurt.  "You did that on purpose," he playfully accuses him.

"I could see how frustrated youve been these past couple days," Blaine tells him.  "I just needed a reason to pick a fight with you."

Kurt hungrily kisses Blaine.  "This is why Im marrying you," he mumbles against his lips.

"I know.  Now, lets go shower."