Jan. 18, 2013, 1:26 p.m.
Payphone: Chapter 5
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As soon as his last class was dismissed, Blaine headed home and started working. The university required him to be published in an academic journal at least once a year, and he had been putting off his article for far too long and he suddenly felt inspired.
In less than an hour he was completely absorbed in his work and the whole kitchen table was covered in papers, books and sheet music. His laptop was front and center and he was typing like a man possessed. He had been working a while—he honestly wasn’t sure how long—when a loud knock finally broke his concentration.
“Um, Blaine?” Kurt’s voice sounded from outside.
“Shit!” Blaine cursed softly and ran to the door, yanking it open to reveal Kurt holding a bag of groceries in each hand.
“I am so sorry!” he said in a panic. “I was working and I lost track of time and I was so caught up—”
Whatever Blaine had been about to say was cut off when Kurt dropped the grocery bags and threw himself at Blaine, wrapping his arms around his neck and giving him a quick, hard kiss.
“Hi.” Kurt said with a grin.
“Hi.” Said Blaine, this glanced down at their feet. “You need help picking this up?”
“Um, no but I might need help with the three other bags in the car.” Kurt replied sheepishly.
“Three?” he asked with a smile.
“I’ve seen your kitchen, remember.” Said Kurt, scooping up the two bags and sashaying inside. “Besides I made sure I had enough stuff for breakfast too.” He shot over his shoulder with a wink.
Blaine swallowed, and wandered out to the car, scooping up the other three bags in one trip and headed back into the apartment where Kurt was already putting things away in the cabinets and fridge, his back to Blaine. Without thinking, he slipped up behind the taller man and wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing his face into the crook of his neck and kissing the skin there.
Kurt let out a soft sound somewhere between a moan and a gasp.
“Good spot?” Blaine asked against his neck, then began to suck on the spot. Another moan escaped Kurt.
“Jesus, Blaine.” He gasped. “We’ll never get to dinner if you keep that up.”
“What if I would rather eat you?” Blaine asked in his ear. Something about those sounds Kurt had made were making him bold.
Kurt giggled and maneuvered out of his grasp. “Trust me, you’ll want to eat what I’m cooking.”
Blaine sighed with mock petulance, “Fine. What’s for dinner?”
“Coq au vin.” Kurt said in a flawless French accent.
“You do speak French.” Said Blaine, impressed.
“Oui, monsieur. comme un natif.” said Kurt with a seductive smile. “Or at least that’s what my French teacher said.”
Blaine laughed. “Comb un neef to you too.”
Kurt giggled and waved a hand. “Enough with the flirting.” He said “I’m putting you to work.”
The pair quickly fell into a rhythm, Kurt giving Blaine instructions and Blaine stealing kisses. When they had a break, Blaine poured them each a glass of the red wine he’d used in the dish and turned on some music.
“Doesn’t this usually take like…all day?” he asked.
“Usually.” Kurt said with a shrug. “I Rachel Rayed it a little. Plus I did a little bit of prep the night before.”
“This wine is excellent.” Blaine said taking another sip.
“Thank you. I spent ten minutes picking it out.” He said, grinning over the rim of his wine glass.
The opening notes of one of Blaine’s favorite songs began to play over his iHome speakers and he smiled.
Kurt closed his eyes and moved his head from side to side. “I love this song.” He said softly and began to sing along.
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow
There was that voice again. If it was possible, Kurt was even more beautiful when he was singing. Without thinking Blaine picked up the second part of the verse.
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called Yellow
Kurt’s eyes flew open. He knew Blaine was a music professor, therefore could likely sing, but he wasn’t expecting this. His voice was rough, and emotional and Kurt thought he would happily listen to it for hours. It also sounded sadly disused. As if he hadn’t sang in a long time. Kurt joined him for the next part.
So then I took my time
Oh, what a thing to do
And it was all yellow
Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn in to something beautiful
D’you know? Do you know I love you so
I love you so
Their eyes had locked during the song, and they inched closer and closer to each other with every note until they were pressing their lips together during each break in the lyrics.
I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh, what a thing to do
Cause you were all yellow
At that point they had given up singing altogether and were just kissing now. Blaine shifted closer, changing the angle of their kiss when the stove timer went off, signaling that the food was done. They both jumped, breaking apart and smiling awkwardly.
“I guess we should eat.” Kurt said brightly and stood. After a few minutes they had the table set and had settled down to eat.
They sat close enough to share casual touches throughout the meal. When they were almost done, Blaine said, “Say something in French.”
Kurt laughed and leaned in. “J’aime cuisine pour vous”
Blaine smiled. “Is that so?”
“Oui, et j’aime t’embrasser.” Kurt replied and punctuated it with a kiss.
“I don’t even know what you’re saying but it’s beautiful.” Blaine said softly
“Vous etes belle, telle une belle ame.” Kurt said, stroking Blaine’s cheek softly.
Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt’s. The kiss started out sweet and soft but escalated quickly. Blaine stood, pulling Kurt up with him, and pressed the full length of their bodies together.
“Damn you’re good at that.” Kurt said without truly breaking the kiss.
“Mmmm.” Blaine mumbled. “Bedroom?”
“Please.” Kurt said.
Breaking the kiss, Blaine took Kurt’s hand and led him down the short hallway and into his bedroom. He backed the taller man up against the door and continued kissing him, gridding his hips against him. Kurt moaned into Blaine’s mouth.
“Bed.” He gasped.
Kurt began to step slowly forward until he felt the back of Blaine’s legs hit the bed. He pushed him down onto the mattress, then settled himself astride his hips and began to loosen his tie. Once he got it untied he threw it across the room with a flirty smile and began to unbutton Blaine’s shirt, kissing his way down his chest as he went.
Blaine moaned and thrust his pelvis up of the bed.
“Easy there. Don’t want to knock me into the floor do you?”
Blaine growled and with an amount of strength that Kurt didn’t expect, flipped them over. “Problem solved.” He said with a grin, and kissed Kurt hard, scraping his teeth along his bottom lip.
Kurt whined and began tugging at the remainder of their clothes wildly. Within minutes they were both naked.
“You are so beautiful.” Blaine whispered as he flung Kurt’s underwear off to the side. He leaned forward and turned his attention to the spot that had coxed that delightful sound out of Kurt earlier.
“You know,” Kurt said breathlessly. “I don’t usually do this on the second date.”
Blaine chuckled. “Technically this is our third date.” He said against Kurt’s neck. “We had breakfast together, remember.”
Kurt laughed. “True. I feel better now.” He said and pulled Blaine up and claimed his mouth.
Blaine shifted, causing their naked cocks to slide together.
Kurt let out a low moan. “Blaine, Please.” He said.
The other man leaned over and pulled a bottle of lube and a condom from the nightstand. He put the condom in his mouth and squirted a small amount of the lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it. He reached in between them and ran his index finger around Kurt’s entrance for a moment before slipping the digit inside him. He watched Kurt as he began to slide his finger in and out.
His eyes were shut tight and he was making the most wonderful, encouraging sounds. “More.” He gasped pleadingly.
Blaine obliged, sliding another finger inside.
Kurt whimpered and squirmed. “Fuck, Blaine.” he moaned.
Blaine let loose a moan himself and scissored his fingers, stretching him.
Kurt cried out, suddenly sitting up on his elbows. “Blaine, now.” He growled, wrapping his hand around Blaine’s length and pumped it roughly.
Blaine ripped open the condom packet still clenched in his teeth.
Kurt took it from him and quickly rolled it on him. Blaine picked up the discarded lube and readied himself.
He carefully lined himself up with Kurt’s entrance, and very slowly pushed in.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Kurt moaned. It seemed he had a dirty mouth when he was turned on. “Move.” He groaned.
“Wait.” Blaine said roughly “I don’t what to come yet and you are so fucking tight.” After a second or two more, Blaine began to move, slowly increasing his speed.
Kurt matched him thrust for thrust and they both moaned at an ever increasing volume.
“So close.” Blaine said, reaching down and began to pump his fist up and down Kurt’s cock.
“Blaine.” He gasped.
With just a few more pumps Kurt came all over his own chest and Blaine was seconds behind him, crying out his own release.
For several moments they simply froze, staring at each other as they allowed their breathing to return to normal. Blaine was fascinated with Kurt’s eyes. Normally they were the blue of a beautiful summer sky, but they had darkened with passion and were now returning to their original color. Finally he pulled out of him slowly. Kurt winced.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked with concern.
“Not at all.” Said Kurt with a smile as Blaine removed, tied off, and tossed the condom into the nearby trashcan.
Blaine pulled a few tissues out of the box on his nightstand and began to clean them off. Once he was done, he settled down on the other side of the bed and folded his arms underneath his head.
“Not a cuddler?” Kurt asked softly.
Blaine’s breath hitched. “Of course I am.” He said. “It’s just my ex…” he was unable to finish the sentence. He chose instead to wrap one arm around Kurt and pull the other man to his side.
Kurt settled his head onto Blaine’s chest and snuggled closer. Blaine tightened his grip and Kurt sighed contentedly.
“Was your ex mentally challenged?” he asked in a sleepy voice.
Blaine smiled “That’s debatable.” He said. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I figure he would have to be to not want to do this.” Kurt explained, snuggling closer to illustrate his point.
Blaine looked down at Kurt and smiled at him in wonder and kissed the top of his head. “Maybe so.” He whispered and soon they both drifted off to sleep.