CHAPTER 7

Monday was uneventful, just another ordinary day. Except it wasn’t. Even if Blaine was the only one who knew it so far.

They spent the afternoon at home, busy with cleaning, laundry, making dinner and baking cookies because Kurt had a sudden attack of channeling Martha Stewart. It was after ten when they took their turns showering, rinsing the flour dust that may or may not have been the result of a brief food fight, from their skin and hair. And okay, Kurt might have also had to clean the sticky remains of Nutella off his nose and neck, even though Blaine would swear he’d done a pretty good job licking it off. Twice. Because it sort of… smeared itself back on, somehow. Completely by accident, of course.

Blaine was waiting in bed for Kurt to finish his nighttime skincare routine (Blaine, do you have any idea how the sugar and fat in that stuff clogs pores?) while watching the hands of the clock on the wall. It was 10:34 when his husband came to bed and snuggled closer for a goodnight kiss or two. Blaine took a deep, shuddering breath when they parted. It was time. He could do this. Courage

“Kurt. I’d like to ask you for the 24 hours now.”

He felt his husband tense in his arms.

“The 24 hours for sex.” It wasn’t even a question.

“The 24 hours to let me show you that intimacy can be beautiful when it’s with a person you love and who loves you.”

Kurt relaxed minutely, his face softening.

“But now? It’s a school day tomorrow.”

“I know. It doesn’t matter. You didn’t expect me to tie you to the bed for the whole time, did you?”

“No, but… Okay, I don’t know what I expected. Expect. So… We’re doing this, then? 24 hours to try this and to consummate the marriage and after that…”

“If tomorrow at” Blaine glanced at the clock again, “10:40 you say you don’t want to ever do any of this again, we’ll stick to whatever you’re comfortable with. And I swear I won’t do anything that could even remotely hurt you, but if anything bothers you at all, I want you to tell me and I’ll stop immediately. Deal?”

Kurt sighed and his voice trembled a little, but he held his chin up bravely.

“Deal. So what do you want me to do? Should I take my clothes off now?”

“Just your shirt. And you don’t have to do anything but trust me and enjoy.”

Skepticism was clear on Kurt’s face and for a minute Blaine felt doubt creep up on him again. What was he doing? Reading about these things and fantasizing about this moment didn’t make him an expert. What if he screwed everything up?

But then he breathed deeper and forced himself to relax. There was nothing to screw up. In the worst case scenario things could get awkward because of their inexperience, but they would deal with that. He would just enjoy making love to his gorgeous husband, that’s all.

Kurt was already shirtless, lying on his back, and Blaine quickly pulled off his own t-shirt before leaning down into a kiss. It started slow and soft, but got deeper and more passionate as Kurt gradually relaxed into the familiar territory. Blaine lay his hand on his husband’s chest, right over his heart, and let his lips travel slowly down, in little kisses and sweet kitten licks – under Kurt’s jaw, down the slope of his throat, across the collarbone, until they rested exactly where his hand now uncovered a long white scar, the one Kurt was most self-conscious about. It was only one of dozens that littered the smooth fair skin of Kurt’s chest and arms, but it was the most visible one – the one left by the largest glass shard that had lodged itself deep in the muscle when Kurt fell through the glass door last year. Blaine kissed it now and Kurt tensed.

“Don’t, it’s ugly.”

He didn’t stop kissing, moving his lips towards Kurt’s sternum and over to a nipple to give it the attention it deserved – slowly laving it with his tongue, breathing over it, fascinated by the way it tightened as he watched, then sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over and around. Kurt moaned and arched into the caress. Never stopping, Blaine slid his fingers to the other nipple, already hard and waiting, to tease it for a moment before raking his fingers down his husband’s side. Any hesitation forgotten, Kurt was now fully into it, his eyes closed, head thrown back and Blaine couldn’t refuse such an invitation.

From what he already knew, Kurt had incredibly sensitive skin. Blaine was eager to explore and map all the spots that made him shiver and lose control, but now he came back to the ones he already knew: the junction between shoulder and neck; that particular point halfway up his neck; the sweet hollow right under his ear. He kissed and licked, allowing his hand to wander, tracing the lines of Kurt’s toned stomach. Blaine’s fingertips danced around his husband’s navel and down over the trail of soft hair; they slid leisurely along the waistband and Kurt’s breathing sped up even further, little whimpers escaping his lips.

Nipping lightly on the earlobe, Blaine whispered hotly against Kurt’s ear, his hand never stopping its slow, almost hypnotic motion.

“You’re so beautiful, Kurt. Every inch of you; your face, your body, your heart and mind. I love the way you smile when you wake up in the morning and see me. I love how your eyes change colors with the weather and light and your mood. I love how expressive your face is and how you let me really see you, the real you, because you trust me. I love your scars, too, even if I’d prefer you could have never had to go through what you have – but they show who you are, and you’re a fighter, Kurt. You’re strong and amazing, and no one is gonna break you, ever. You make me the happiest man on Earth by being my husband.”

Kurt was shivering all over from the words and sensations, and when Blaine dragged his teeth lightly over the side of his neck, he cried out and tangled his fingers in his husband’s curls, pulling slightly as he whined.

“Blaine, please…”

Slowly, so light they were barely there, Blaine slid his fingers over the thin cotton of Kurt’s pajama pants until his hand rested fully on his husband’s cock, hard and straining the fabric. And while he hadn’t paid much attention to his own arousal up till now, fully focused on Kurt, he couldn’t suppress a needy groan, feeling how the hot length fit into his hand. He wanted nothing more than to slide Kurt’s pants down and touch him – really touch him, skin on skin, warm and perfect. But he’d promised himself he’d go slow, so he resisted, just moving his hand in calm, fluid motion, applying a little pressure. Up and down, lips back on the nipple; up, down, Kurt’s voice high and breathless, like a wordless chant, like a plea, until it broke and-

Kurt’s cock pulsed under Blaine’s hand, come quickly seeping through the cotton to leave Blaine’s fingers wet and slippery, and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from shamelessly rutting against Kurt’s thigh in a desperate desire to come too. Instead, he stroked Kurt through the aftershocks and then just held him in his arms, waiting for him to come back down.

After a long while, Kurt’s breathing returned to normal and he stirred, not opening his eyes.

“Blaine? Not that I’m complaining, because I think I might start to believe in heaven after all, but weren’t we supposed to have sex?”

Blaine chuckled softly and kissed his husband’s shoulder.

“You’re far too eloquent for someone in a post-orgasmic state. I think I need to try harder next time. And this was sex. What we did on Sunday? Also sex. What we’re going to do tomorrow? That, too.”

That made Kurt open his eyes and frown a little, nervously.

“And what are we going to do tomorrow? Besides the obvious?”

“You’ll see. I think you’ll like it, too. Now, time to sleep, we have school in the morning.”

“What about you?” Kurt eyed the bulge in his husband’s pants, but Blaine managed to resist and shake his head.

“I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so… I’ll be right back.”

Kurt got up and went to the bathroom, grabbing his shirt and a fresh pair of pants on the way. Blaine shook his head.

“Could you leave your shirt off?”

Kurt nodded and put it back down. Five minutes later he was already asleep and breathing peacefully, his bare back pressed against Blaine’s chest.

Blaine slept fitfully that night, not trusting his inner clock to wake him up on time, earlier than usual. At six he was already fully awake, excitement and arousal bubbling in his veins and tingling under his skin. Kurt was still in the little spoon position, which made Blaine’s plan fit perfectly.

He started by pressing soft kisses to his husband’s shoulder and the nape of his neck while his hand smoothed slowly up his stomach and across his chest. He felt the moment Kurt woke up, stiffening briefly, but then he melted back into Blaine’s embrace and stayed like that, only the changes in his breathing indicating he felt and was taking in what was happening. Blaine filed his reactions away for later use – the quickening of Kurt’s breath as he kissed his shoulder blade or stroked his side; the hitch in it when he licked his way down the spine or teased a nipple. The helpless, quiet whimper when Blaine’s hand slid down to Kurt’s hip and further under the fabric of his pants.

Feeling Kurt’s body shake in anticipation, Blaine paused and sucked on the pulse point on his husband’s neck, hard enough to mark. Kurt finally broke the silence, moaning loudly, and pressed back against Blaine.

“Touch me, please, please touch me already. I need to… oh… oh, yes…”

Blaine’s fingers closed around the shaft of Kurt’s cock and he couldn’t suppress a moan himself, his hips stuttering forward of their own volition. He had to stop for a moment, breathing deep against the nape of his husband’s neck, his hand unmoving, because he was suddenly right on the edge, threatening to fall. It was just… he knew he was gay, he’d known for years, it had defined him in so many ways, but this… The feel of another man’s – his husband’s – hard cock in his hand really, truly drove it home. He. Was. Gay. No doubts about it. And so happy with it now.

Kurt let out a high pleading sound and Blaine started moving his hand, stroking him experimentally – slow, then a little faster, gripping tighter, before Kurt stilled his hand and tugged at his own waistband.

“Wait.”

Seconds later, Kurt’s pants were kicked off and Blaine could move his hand easier without the fabric restricting his wrist. He felt like they were synchronized all of a sudden; every stroke of his hand on Kurt’s cock sent waves of pleasure down his own spine; every moan from his husband’s lips was echoed by a gasp or groan from his own. And when after mere minutes Kurt cried out and spilled all over Blaine’s hand, the swell of his ass pressing back was enough for Blaine to come too, hard and blinding, biting down on Kurt’s shoulder.

A moment later they were lying side by side, still panting and grinning widely.

“Best wake-up ever.” Kurt sighed blissfully.

“Yeah?”

“Mm.”

Blaine glanced at the clock; time to get up. He didn’t feel like it, not at all; maybe just five minutes longer?

“So who showers first?”

Kurt looked at him mischievously.

“Why don’t we go together?”