CHAPTER 5

The day had been emotionally exhausting for both of them; by the time they went to bed Blaine felt drained after the rollercoaster of worry, shock and finally relief. But it was a good, well-earned exhaustion, the kind that came with a taste of new chances, hope and a bright future.

The bedside lamp still on, they lay face to face, looking at each other as if they’d just met. In a way, they had. The Kurt that Blaine was looking at wasn’t the same person he’d known all this time. Today, he’d shown more of himself than ever before, revealed a hidden part so vulnerable that Blaine still thought about it with reverence; he’d opened up completely, trusting to be understood and accepted. The blue-speckled grey of Kurt’s eyes was clear and unafraid now, his face calm and open, its lines soft.

With gentle fingers, Blaine drew a light, barely-there curve along the oval of Kurt’s face – from his temple, down his cheek and the beautifully defined jaw to his chin, where a hint of stubble tickled his fingertips. He smoothed the pad of his thumb around the lips that stole his breath away every time they kissed, and felt them part with a quiet gasp. His index finger traced up the slope of Kurt’s nose and across his forehead before Blaine tangled his fingers into his husband’s soft thick hair, unstyled tonight, to pull him into a gentle, tender kiss.

Blaine suspected he was becoming seriously addicted to Kurt’s lips, and he was completely fine with that. Everyone needed at least one addiction in life, right? And this one was so much better than any other – even coffee. Or waffles. He hoped it would always feel like this – skin so sensitive that every touch was like liquid fire, his heart beating so much faster than normal, the rush of pleasure and love and desire. He broke the kiss, only to whisper against Kurt’s lips.

“I love you so much.”

He heard Kurt’s breath catch and realized this was the first time he said it like that – not as a side note in a conversation, like before, not just in his head, but directly and purposefully. Kurt’s smile made his whole face light up as he answered, a little breathless.

“I love you too.”

Blaine switched off the lamp and they found each other again in the darkness – gentle slides of fingers as they were learning each other’s features and committing them to memory; soft, unhurried kisses getting slowly sloppier and more languid, until they fell asleep, lips on lips, hands joined and fingers intertwined on a pillow over their heads.

Waking up the next morning felt good – slowly, gradually Blaine came back to reality where his gorgeous husband, currently a warm, sleep-flushed mess of a boy curled all over him like a tangled octopus, loved him and trusted him enough to let him closer than he’d ever considered letting anyone before. It was a good reality to wake up to; the best one.

It was only six o’clock, almost an hour before the alarm would go off. For the next 45 minutes Blaine lay there, watching the beautiful creature in his arms and plotting the best possible way to introduce Kurt to intimacy. He only had one chance, there was no room for screw-ups, and Blaine was a complete novice himself, albeit an educated one. But he had two major advantages on his side: He was a very good planner. He was also head over heels in love with his husband.

Finally, five minutes before the alarm, Blaine smiled, satisfied, and pressed a kiss on the slightly parted soft lips that kept teasing and distracting him all along.

“Good morning, love.”

Keeping his hands away from Kurt turned out to be the most difficult part of the plan for Blaine. Seeing his husband stretch like a cat before getting up; hearing him sing in the shower and knowing he stood there naked, so close; looking at him – graceful and elegant walking along a corridor at school – it made it difficult to think straight. It felt like their conversation and agreement to try, even for just 24 hours, to be intimate was a command to his brain: release all the hormones! Finally, Blaine gave up and resorted to some self-help after coming back from Glee that Monday, otherwise things were going to get too heated way too soon.

He wanted to leave all the control to Kurt for now – he needed him comfortable with this, relaxed, eager even before he would try do go any further. They had time, there was no need to rush yet. If only his body could accept that.

Taking a shower right after school was unusual, but luckily they’d been practicing quite vigorous choreography today, so it wasn’t suspicious. Trying to be quiet during one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had was another matter entirely. Blaine hoped that the sounds of running water and whatever Kurt was doing in the kitchen drowned his choked moans.

But maybe they hadn’t, because as soon as Blaine got out of the bathroom, fresh and comfortable in yoga pants and a t-shirt, his hair damp and curly, Kurt pulled him by the hand to the bedroom and pushed him on the bed. They made out for well over an hour, just lips and necks and hands over clothes, nothing more than before except for Kurt’s shy fingers sneaking under Blaine’s t-shirt, five points of buzzing heat that made Blaine’s muscles tense in anticipation of more. But there was no more, not that afternoon, and Blaine was glad for his forethought when Kurt finally pulled away, flushed and breathless, to announce they needed to make dinner.

On Tuesday afternoon there was grocery shopping together, followed by an evening of not watching old movies with Kurt straddling Blaine’s thighs on the couch – too far to press against each other, but close enough to tease unbearably. Blaine had never gone through so many mathematical equations in his head before, and still he barely managed not to come from Kurt’s lips, his position, his breathy little moans in his ear.

On Wednesday they had no time alone, spending half a day with the Hummels, which made it even more difficult for Blaine when Kurt cuddled into him in bed, a little spoon humming adorably and quickly falling asleep with his ass right against Blaine’s very interested cock.

Thursday was the first day when Kurt seemed completely comfortable making out, not a bit of tension in his body, no hesitation in his moves as he rolled them so that Blaine was over him, pressing him into the bed. Kurt was in control, just following his instincts – his hands sliding easily under Blaine’s shirt and up his back, his teeth dragging over the side of Blaine’s neck, and Blaine felt overwhelmed, drowned by pleasure and sensations and Kurt, unable to slow down and control his reactions. So he gave back as much as he got, for the first time touching the smooth skin of Kurt’s stomach, muscles rippling under his hand. Their loud breaths and moans mingled as they got more and more carried away. Kurt whimpered for more when Blaine’s tongue met a barrier of his shirt’s neckline, and pushed him away only to pull the offending garment off in a swift motion, and suddenly there he was, half naked for the first time for Blaine to see.

And what a view it was. Hot. Gorgeous. So beautiful. But staring would have to wait, because Kurt was pulling him back down, to touch and kiss and lick, unrestrained and loud, sighing, moaning, keening – and oh, the things this was doing to Blaine… But it didn’t really matter, because now it was all for Kurt – Blaine’s fingers running down his sides, Blaine’s lips on his collarbone, his sternum, tongue peeking out curiously to touch the dusky pink nipple…

And then Kurt was arching, mouth open in a soundless cry, head thrown to the side, fingers digging spastically into Blaine’s back, the long hard line of his cock pressed against Blaine’s thigh pulsing in an unmistakable rhythm.

Whatever Blaine expected to happen next – and the scenarios running through his head kept him from the edge in a very effective way – it wasn’t this. He thought Kurt would be embarrassed or freaking out, or anything along those lines, and was prepared to soothe him or talk about it. Instead, Kurt pulled him up into a series of long, languid kisses before he opened his eyes, clear, sparkling blue, and murmured with a sated smile.

“I think I need a shower now.”

And with a fleeting kiss to the tip of Blaine’s nose, he was gone. A minute later he was singing in the shower, cheer radiating from every note, and Blaine finally managed to snap his mouth closed. Pure Kurt. Always zigging when Blaine thought he was about to zag. Oh, he loved that about him, but right now? He was so confused.

Belatedly, Blaine realized that he could have done something about the fact that his cock was still achingly hard, now that Kurt was out of the room, but the water was already off in the bathroom and he really didn’t want to be in the middle of jerking off when his husband came back. Even though he had to admit the thought was… interesting.

Kurt sauntered into the room, pink from the hot water and fresh in a delicious, just-showered way that Blaine loved; his own natural smell of warm skin mixing with the cosmetics. He plopped on the bed next to Blaine, still dreamy-eyed and smiling sleepily, and burrowed under his husband’s arm.

“Cuddle time?”

Blaine laughed fondly.

“With you? Always.”

Kurt hummed happily and cuddled even closer, twining his leg with Blaine’s.

“Mmm. I love you.”

Blaine pressed their foreheads together, tenderness overwhelming him again.

“I love you too. Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” Kurt cocked an eyebrow, curious.

“What we just… what you… um… was that okay?” Okay, he really needed to work on that talking thing.

“You mean… Oh.” Kurt looked amused; more awake now. “Well, it’s not like I’ve never had an orgasm before, Blaine. I do masturbate from time to time, you know?”

Oh. Okay. Blaine definitely should have jerked off before this conversation. He could clearly feel all the remaining blood that wasn’t currently coloring his cheeks flow directly to his cock. The image of Kurt arching and coming like he just did a moment ago, but with his own hand pumping himself through it, wouldn’t budge from the front of Blaine’s mind, rendering him speechless and gaping quite stupidly at his husband. Kurt furrowed his brow, concerned.

“I mean, you do too, right? It’s normal, even I know that. Everyone has sexual urges, it’s completely natural. The best way to deal with them until marriage is masturbation. It’s healthy, safe and recommended to maintain physical and mental wellbeing.” He recited in monotone. “Each and every one of our Biology/Health course books said exactly that, year after year, don’t tell me you never read it?”

Blaine blinked and tried to find enough working brain cells to answer.

“No, yeah, of course, I just mean… It’s a bit different with someone else I guess.”

Kurt shrugged.

“Well, yeah, much better, but other than that? I mean, it’s you. I know I don’t have to be self-conscious around you – it’s not like you haven’t seen me at my worst: slushied, beaten, bruised and bloody, crying, puking, freaking out… Yet you’re still here. I’m fine with it; I trust you. Unless… did I look completely ridiculous?”

“No. You looked completely hot.”

“Ooh, really?”

Reaching up for a kiss with a slight smirk, Kurt adjusted his position a little and Blaine gasped. Kurt’s eyes widened when he registered that his thigh was resting against the bulge still straining Blaine’s pants. He moved his leg again, on purpose this time, and Blaine whimpered. Kurt’s voice was raspy, his breath fast, when he spoke.

“Blaine? Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Anything. Anything you want.”

The smile on Kurt’s face was almost mischievous.

“Anything, hmm? Like this, perhaps?” His lips were back on Blaine’s neck, searching out places with the strongest reactions. “Or this?”

His hand dove under the shirt, fingers raking teasingly across Blaine’s stomach and up through the light dusting of hair on his chest. The fluttering heat spreading, intensifying all over Blaine’s body, it would be so easy to let go now, let himself drown in the sensations – some new, some familiar already, all of them so very desirable – but he tried hard to prolong the pleasure, let it build up some more.

But then Kurt did three things at once; his fingers found Blaine’s nipple and danced around it teasingly, his thigh pressed just a tiny bit harder, and his lips captured Blaine’s in a deep kiss just in time to swallow the keening as he fell helplessly over the edge as if catapulted. The world shattered into a spray of rainbow-colored glitter dust.

By the time he came back down, Kurt was tucked under his arm again, his hand a warm weight on Blaine’s stomach, under his shirt. His face was happy and a little awed, and he smiled.

“Okay, I think I know what you meant. That was gorgeous.”