Four Days Before The Wedding

The shower is exactly what he needed to focus his mind on something else other than fact that he wants to fuck his fiancé into the mattress.  Blaine swears Kurt was tempting him while he stood there in just tight black boxer-briefs as he searched for something to wear for tonight.  The sight alone of Kurts ass in those underwear was enough to have his jeans fitting a bit tighter.

Escaping to the bathroom, and the cold water to help with his problem, Blaine let out a long sigh.  He really hates Kurts idea for them to not have sex again until the wedding night.  At first, he thought he could do it.  A week with no sex seemed easy.  Attainable.  But, for some unknown goddamn reason, this is has to be the week that he is basically horny the whole time.  All he wants to do is fuck Kurt every single moment of the day, and the fact that he cant really sucks.

The only silver lining so far has been the handjob the day before.

Stepping out of the shower and drying off, wrapping the towel around his hips, Blaine walks out of the bathroom and to the bedroom.

The rehearsal dinner for the wedding is in less than two hours, and hes glad for the distraction of tonight.  A few drinks and he can forget how much he wants his fiancé.  Although, with a few drinks, he can forget all inhibitions and try to fuck Kurt.

"Hurry, honey," Kurt says as he stands in front of their mirror fixing his tie.  "We dont want to be late."

"All right."  Drying off and tossing the towel in the laundry hamper, Blaine goes about putting on the suit laid out on the bed Kurt picked out for him.  A final check in the mirror to make sure he looks good, he walks out to the small entryway where Kurt waits for him.

"Ready?"  Kurt asks as he grabs a set of keys hanging on a hook.

"Yeah."

~

The dinner party is laid back for the moment as Blaine and Kurt wait for everybody else to arrive.  At a nice venue,

At the bar having a much needed drink to dull some of his desires, Blaine barely pays attention to anything Sam says next to him.  Mind on how sexy his fiancé looks in his form fitting suit, the black material perfectly hugging every curve and line of his body.  Blaine swears Kurt wore it on purpose to tease him as he longingly stares at his ass in the pants he wears.  Tongue running along his lower lip, he holds back a groan as he thinks about pushing his cock into Kurts ass.

"So, Blaine," Sam says as he thumps him on the back to get his attention.  It also manages to get Blaine out of his thoughts he shouldnt think when he knows he cant do anything about them.  "How are you feeling, man?"

"Horny," Blaine mumbles under his breath as he lifts his glass of bourbon to his mouth.

"What was that?"  Sam asks confused.

"Nothing.  Im excited.  Im marrying my best friend.  Theres no reason for me to doubt this."

"You better not," Kurt whispers into his ear.

Just having Kurt close makes it hard for Blaine to focus on anything other than bending him over a table and fucking him.  And those thoughts come rushing back like a tidal wave.

"Sorry, Sam, but Im stealing him away for a few minutes."

Going with Kurt when he takes his hand and leads him away, noticing after a few seconds theyre leaving the dinner party.  "Babe, where we going?"

"Youll see," is Kurts only reply.

Following Kurt into a semi-dark room, the lights from outside illuminating it enough for Blaine to make out its an area for parties, too.  Extra tables and chairs sit placed around a small dance floor.  Plus, a stage is just off to his right.  Hes confused as to why Kurt would drag him here.

"Blaine?"  Kurt says as he stands in front of him, getting Blaines full attention.  Kurt places his hands on either side of Blaines head, smirk on his lips.

Its then that Blaine knows Kurt is up to something bad.  But in a good way.

"Yeah?"  Blaine grabs at Kurts hip as he presses close to him.  Just having his fiancé this close to him is causing him to come undone.  Its so hard not to turn him around and lift him up and fuck him against the door.

"I know youre horny?"  Kurt quietly whispers as he reaches down with his hand and covers Blaines hard cock through his pants.  "I know you want to fuck me."  Blaine deeply moans when Kurt starts to slowly roll his wrist against his cock through the material of his jeans.  "So, Blaine," Kurt says as he lets go much to Blaines dislike.  "I have one question for you."

"W-What?"  Blaine mumbles as he rocks his hips forward to get any kind of friction on his cock.

Kurt grins as he asks, "Do you consider blowjobs sex?"

Blaine feels instant heat and arousal stir in his belly at Kurts words, and how deep his voice got.  If he wasnt turned on before, those words, combined with the look on Kurts face would have easily done the trick.  "No," he replies with a shaky voice.

"Good."  Blaine stares as Kurt starts to work open his pants.  "Because I want to suck your cock."

"Right now?"  Blaine asks shocked as he looks around to make sure no one else is in the room, even though he knows for sure its empty.  He stops Kurts hands as he pushes his pants off his hips.  Even horny as fuck, Blaine knows its crazy of them to sneak off from the party to have sex.

"What?  Do you not want me to suck your dick?"  Kurt asks, pretending to be upset, adding a pout for extra dramatic effect just because he knows that gets Blaine worked up in the best way.  And it does, once again.

"Of course I do," Blaine tells him.  "Its just..."

"Just what?"

"Were at the rehearsal dinner for our wedding that starts in like fifteen minutes.  I think us being late because you were sucking my cock wouldnt go over well with some people."

"Then, I guess," Kurt pushes Blaines pants off until they pool around his ankles, "I should be quick."  He grins at Blaine before sinking to his knees.

And thats all it takes to convince Blaine this is the right thing for them to be doing.  He helps Kurt pull his underwear off his hips, cock springing free.  Familiar fingers wrapping around his dick, slowly stroking up and down at a glacial pace that drives him crazy, Blaine looks down to see Kurt wetting his lips as he watches himself stroke his fiancés dick.  "Kurt, we only have fifteen minutes," he reminds him.

"Right."  Kurt nods his head as he realizes Blaine is right.  "Guess I should get to it, then," Kurt says in a cheeky way as he smirks up at Blaine.

Blaine lets out an obscenely loud moan when Kurt sinks his mouth down around him.  Head dropping back on the door with a loud thump, a small ache forming where it hits, Blaine doesnt even pay it attention.  The only thing he knows at the moment is Kurts hot, wet, silky mouth on him.

This.  This is what he wants.  This is what he needs; what hes ached for the past couple of days.  Even though its Kurts mouth on him, its better than nothing.  And going without nothing a day longer would have had him breaking in a way Kurt would have liked, but not appreciated since it would have gone against the no sex rule they have for the week.

As Kurt bobs his head, sucking and swallowing around his cock, releasing little moans of pleasure, Blaine feels fingers softly pinching at his hips.  Ignoring it for the time being, he just focuses on Kurt and what hes managing to do with his mouth.  When it happens again a few minutes later, Blaine pushes Kurt off him.  "Why do you keep doing that?" he asks confused with a voice thick with lust.

Kurt just bites his lower lip and chuckles.  "I want you to fuck my mouth, Blaine," he tells him.  "Thats why I keep doing that."

"We barely do that, Kurt."  Its true.  Kurt rarely allows Blaine to fuck his mouth.  Its something he lets him do once in a blue moon.  Its fine with Blaine.  Its not something he has to do all the time.  But when Kurt lets him, he absolutely loves it.  Blaine loves using Kurts mouth to get off.  The fact that Kurts allowing it right now considering where they are at, Blaine figures Kurt must know how horny he is.  Also, the fact that Kurt is letting him do this says something for him.  It shows how much Kurt cares about him, in a weird way.

"I want you to," Kurt says.

"Oh, god!"  Blaine moans.

"Come on, Blaine," Kurt tells him, corner of his mouth turning up in a grin.  "Fuck my mouth."

"Are...Are you sure?"  Blaine asks.

"Yes."  Kurt sticks his pink tongue out between his teeth and slowly licks a stripe along the underside of Blaines cock, tongue twirling around the tip.  "So, stop talking and start fucking."

Head thumping back against the door again, and groaning when Kurts wet, hot mouth is back on him, Blaine cards his fingers through Kurts hair and starts to thrust his hips forward.

The way Blaine sees it at the moment, if he cant fuck Kurts ass like he wants, hell gladly take fucking his mouth.  Not being able to have the wild, crazy sex he loves having with Kurt--but cant because of Kurts idea--that he now thinks is stupid and insane, is making him mad with want.  If theres one thing hell take away from this is that hell never take being able to fuck Kurt any time he wants for granted again.  Not like he ever did to begin with.

Right now, Kurt on his knees sucking his cock like he knows hell love, gently fucking his mouth, Blaine seriously is in love with this man.

Fingers pinching at his hip, Blaine knows what Kurts trying to say.  Hes telling him to go faster; to fuck his mouth like he means it.  But he holds back.  They still have a dinner to attend with family and friends.  He doesnt want Kurt to look like his mouth just got fucked by him.

"Blaine," Kurt says as he pulls off Blaines cock, again, a few moments later in a tone of voice that sounds annoyed.  "If you dont fuck my mouth like you mean it, Ill stand up and leave."

"You wouldnt?"  Blaine says.

Kurt smirks as he lies back on the floor.  "Try me," he says as he opens his mouth.

That sight alone almost has Blaine coming right on the spot.  Shuffling over to Kurt, pants still around his ankles, he carefully kneels on either side of Kurts head.  "Are you really sure?"

"Yes."  Groaning when Kurt lifts his head and licks over the tip of his cock, Blaine needs no more incentive after that.

Grabbing behind Kurts head, seeing him tip his head back and part his lips, Blaine slowly sinks his cock back into Kurts mouth.  He softly whines when Kurt immediately goes back to sucking his cock.  Not wasting a second, he goes back to working his hips.

Sensually moaning as he starts to fuck Kurts mouth with long, languid thrust of his hips, Kurt sucking his cock, Blaine hopes and prays no one comes looking for them in the next few minutes.  Hes not sure he would be able to talk his way out of this.  And worse, he isnt sure he would stop.  It all feels so amazing, and he can feel how close he is.

A quick glance down, Blaine nearly comes at the sight of his cock thrusting into Kurts pretty mouth.  The sight of soft, pink lips wrapped around his thick, veiny cock is one hell never get tired of.  Fingers curling into the carpet, he bites back a loud groan as he starts to move his hips faster.

Taking Kurts hands in his and holding them down above his head, Blaine uses the leverage to fuck Kurts mouth even rougher.  Deep, hard thrusts of his cock into Kurts mouth push him closer and closer to his release.  He would be concerned he were hurting Kurt if it were not for the noises of pleasure and delight he makes, and the look of pure bliss on his face when he looks down at him.

Tongue swirling around the head of his cock, licking at the pre-come, Blaine feels the heat coil low in his belly.  "Close," is the only word of warning Blaine can give Kurt.  He moans when all Kurt does in reply is double his efforts.

A few seconds later, body strung tight with the need for release, Blaine feels his release suddenly hit him.  Bowing and arching his back, squeezing Kurts hands tightly, and crying out, he comes down Kurts throat in pulses.  His orgasm hits him like freight train: hard and unexpectedly.  He comes so hard he sees little white spots in his vision.  Immense, incredible pleasure washes over him as Kurt sucks him through his release.

Rolling off Kurt and collapsing on the floor several moments later, chest heaving as he pulls in deep breaths, Blaine smiles as he feels small kisses on his hipbone.  "That was amazing," he breathlessly says.

"Mmm," Kurt says in reply.

If Blaine ever thought someone couldnt look good after sucking a cock, Kurt would have changed his mind in an instant.  Lower, plump lip worried between his teeth, eyes filled with joy, looking a little debauched, Kurt still manages to look hot as he stares up at Blaine.

"Why did you do that?"  Blaine asks with a heavy tongue and labored breath as he runs his fingers through Kurts ruined hair.

"I saw you when you saw me in my underwear."  Kurt gently nips at the soft skin over Blaines hipbone.  "I knew you would appreciate it."

"Trust me," Blaine says.  "I did."

"Youre welcome, then."

"I have one question, though.  How did you know I was horny?"  Blaine asks with curiosity to his voice.

"Blaine," Kurt says as he stands up and fixes his skewed clothes and hair, voice carrying a hint of amusement.  "Ive known you since we were teenagers.  So, I know when youre horny without you having to say anything."

"God, I love you," Blaine laughs.

"I know.  Come on," Kurt casually says with a slightly rough, scratchy voice, acting like nothing happened; like he just didnt get his mouth thoroughly fucked.  "Get put back together; dont want to be late."

Lying there in a daze of pleasure, still unable to really move, Blaine still cant believe hes marrying this amazing man.