CHAPTER 8

When Kurt got up from their bed and stretched, Blaine found himself transfixed by his husband’s lean body – toned and delicately sculpted, perfectly proportionate. He’d always known that Kurt had amazing legs (and ass – so sue him, he’d looked at his best friend’s ass sometimes, fine!) – the skintight pants he liked wearing left little to imagination – but seeing him naked was another matter entirely. Blaine could feel arousal stir again, even though he’d just come.

A low, fond chuckle shook him out of his reverie; when he managed to look up, blushing, at Kurt’s face, he found it honestly amused.

“Are you done staring? Because we need to move on, if I’m not mistaken.”

Blaine nodded and followed him to the bathroom, the cold stickiness in his pants somewhat gross and uncomfortable, but when it came to taking them off and getting into their spacious shower, he suddenly felt awkward. How did Kurt do this? How did he manage to not be self-conscious at all? He realized he actually wondered aloud when Kurt answered.

“I’m plenty self-conscious, believe me. Just not with you, somehow. And please, you are the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met, I had dreams about seeing you naked, which made it difficult to look you in the eyes for weeks afterwards, so really. No need to be self-conscious, Blaine.”

He nodded, took a deep breath and slid his pajama pants down, stepping out of them. His eyes were set down, so he only heard his husband’s reaction – a soft gasp, but the first thing he saw looking up was the way Kurt’s cock was twitching, quickly getting harder again. Well, that had to be a good sign, right? They really didn’t have time though, not for anything other than a quick shower, but after school… Yes, after school it would be another matter entirely.

While showering, they did their best not to touch each other. Too much. But Blaine couldn’t say no when his own husband asked him for permission to touch his dick, could he? It was probably written somewhere in a marriage rulebook: You shall allow your spouse to touch your genitalia when you’re taking a shower together and they’re looking at you with an awed and hungry, yet reverent expression – even if it makes you both get carried away, skip breakfast and almost be late for school. Or something along those lines. Right? Right.

Their hunger for each other temporarily sated, there was a chance they would survive classes and Glee practice somehow – not that Blaine intended to make it easy for Kurt. Of course not.

He didn’t do much – just let himself look, for once; long, lingering stares and suggestive glances timed just so that Kurt would notice; at his lips, his hands, his ass; at the hickey, perfectly visible on the side of his neck. There might have been other teasing little things Blaine did – licking his lips, nibbling at the end of a pencil, stretching in a way that showed just a bit of skin over the waistband. And if he whispered in his husband’s ear just how beautiful he was, how hot; how amazing he looked this morning and how talented his hands were – well, he was pretty sure that complimenting your significant other was a good thing.

Okay, maybe he did deserve the bitch face and even the punch in the arm for spending half of his Spanish class texting Kurt, who had French instead, with detailed descriptions of how he wanted to kiss and lick him all over, everywhere, when they got home – it may have been a bit too much teasing when they still had over three hours before they could get to it. But the results were totally worth it when they finally – finally! – closed the door to their apartment behind them that afternoon.

Seconds after crossing the threshold Blaine found himself pressed against the door, his hands pinned over his head and his husband’s strong body flush against him. Kurt growled before kissing him, hard and demanding, and Blaine’s head swam from the amount of blood that left it rapidly to travel south. Pulling back to bite at the side of his husband’s neck and suck, Kurt moved his hips a little, enough to make sure that Blaine felt just how hard and desperate he was. His voice was gravelly as he spoke.

“You can’t do that to me, Blaine. You can’t look at me like you did all day, talk to me like that, send me messages that make me so hard it hurts and barely able to remember my own name, in class. Not when I know I can do nothing about it. Not after this morning.”

Blaine had to ask, his voice breathy and strained with desire.

“What about this morning, Kurt?”

“Fuck, Blaine.” Kurt didn’t normally swear, he wasn’t the type. Blaine whimpered, shocked by how hot he found it. “This morning was everything you promised me and more. I’ve never realized it could be so amazing and so loving at the same time. And you’ve been teasing me all day and now I just want more, and dammit, could we get to it at last?”

Kurt’s grip lost a little of its desperation now and he slumped against Blaine instead, his hands letting go and coming down to embrace his husband’s shoulders. Leaning in to whisper right into his ear, Blaine answered without hesitation.

“Go to the bedroom. And get naked.”

Kurt’s breath picked up speed immediately; he moved without a word. When Blaine entered the room, Kurt’s shirt was already halfway unbuttoned. Not even a minute later he stood by the bed naked, blushing only slightly as he looked boldly into Blaine’s eyes.

“Could you undress too? I want to be able to see you.”

It was easier, this time. Before long they were both on the bed, naked and kissing, and soon Kurt was arching and thrashing, his hands clenching into the duvet, as Blaine explored, his lips and tongue and hands discovering more and more sensitive spots on his husband’s body. He’d read about erogenous zones, seen the schematics, but this was insane – it was as if the entirety of Kurt’s skin had twice, maybe thrice as many nerve endings as his own. Every touch, kiss, slide of tongue made the boy crazy, some places more than others – his sides and upper arms; his neck and wrists; most of his back, his thighs… Seeing Kurt so turned on, hearing his reactions, feeling them under the gentle press of his palms and lips, in the tremble of Kurt’s muscle and heat of his skin, did things to Blaine. Without being touched once, he was fully hard, drops of pre-come gathering at the tip of his throbbing cock.

Pushed by an urge he couldn’t – didn’t want to – fight any longer, Blaine finally moved to lick a long line up Kurt’s cock, making his husband stiffen and choke out.

“Fuck, Blaine, what are you-“

But then his tongue got to the shiny pink head and anything Kurt might have wanted to say was drowned in breathless keening as Blaine lapped at the drops of slick wetness gathered in the slit. He’d been curious about the taste; barely stopped himself from licking his own hand that morning to try – he’d figured it might have freaked Kurt out though. But now the small amount he licked off only made him want more, to taste properly. Quickly remembering all advice from the book that he’d almost memorized before the wedding, Blaine sunk his mouth slowly over Kurt’s beautiful, thick cock. And moaned.

It felt divine, filling his mouth like this. He didn’t take it in too deep, not this first time – barely got an inch or so below the head, but he could already tell he would love it. He really, really hoped he would get to do this again. And again, and again. He could live without having anal sex, he wouldn’t mind too much, but this? He wanted to be able to do this every day, to worship Kurt’s cock on his knees, to learn to take it in deeper, gain confidence… Right now though, he only managed to slide his head up and down a couple of times and suck experimentally once before Kurt was sobbing his name and coming all over his tongue, and wow did he enjoy that. The come was salty and a little bitter, and felt new and strange in his mouth, but there was something addictive about it. Maybe because of the knowledge that it was part of Kurt and Blaine did this, made his husband come so hard that he was still shaking all over and keening helplessly.

Having licked off every last drop Kurt would give him, Blaine climbed up the bed to lie by his husband’s side and wait for him to come back down. He hoped Kurt had liked it – his reactions suggested he did, but until Blaine heard him say it, he couldn’t be sure. The book mentioned that not every man liked oral sex.

Apparently though Kurt had nothing against it after all, because as soon as he opened his eyes, he sighed dreamily.

“I think I died for a minute.” Then he glanced down at Blaine’s erection, still in full bloom, and his eyes shone. “Can I try too? Please?”

Blaine barely managed to nod, stunned, before Kurt was up on his knees and over him, reaching right to his cock with a sure hand. When had he suddenly graduated from baby penguin to sex god? Not that Blaine complained, especially when Kurt moved to part his legs and kneel between them, and the other things that he could do in this position flashed through Blaine’s mind, taking his breath away for a moment. No, he chastised himself, we’re not going there; focus on what you can have. His husband’s hand started to stroke him slowly right then, so it was quite easy to do.

Kurt seemed fascinated with what he was doing; watching with wide eyes how his hand slid easily up and down Blaine’s cock, slick with pre-come. After barely a few strokes though he leaned down and Blaine was suddenly torn between watching him shyly lick the head of his dick like a lollipop, with his wet pink tongue, and trying his best not to come on the spot. The first seriously interfered with the second, and when Kurt opened his mouth and sunk down, head of the cock disappearing between his full red lips, Blaine’s eyes rolled back and he arched, biting his hand hard to distract himself.

It helped for a moment – until Kurt took him in deeper and started to establish some kind of rhythm with his mouth sucking gently and his hand stroking the part of shaft that didn’t fit in. Blaine tangled the fingers of his free hand in his husband’s hair; the wet, hot, velvet smooth sensation was better than anything he’d ever thought or believed possible. It sent him higher and higher, impossibly weightless and unable to care about the intensity of his reactions, the sounds he was making, loud and unrestricted. All too soon he had to tug on Kurt’s hair though, trying to warn him with a choked “Kurt, close”. The delightful lips disappeared, but before he could protest the painful loss, Kurt’s hand was doing something amazing, stroking faster and harder, twisting under the head, and Blaine could only hold on for dear life as the world exploded inside his head before slowly, gradually rearranging itself, somewhat better and brighter than before.

Kurt was watching him with wide, darkened eyes when Blaine opened his, and there was something almost hungry in his expression before he brought up his hand, spattered with come, and licked a finger – hesitantly at first, but then eagerly sucking it clean with a satisfied hum. He murmured.

“You look gorgeous when you come, but I think I want to try and stay till the end next time.”

Blaine’s heart pounded hard in his chest.

“There will be a next time?”

Kurt’s laugh sounded like a silver chime.

“Of course there will. Lots of next times, we have a lifetime together to look forward to, after all. And I’m completely converted. So far, at least.” Blaine beamed. Yes! “By the way, where did you learn about all this?”

Reaching deep into the drawer of his nightstand, Blaine pulled out a well-read book. It was titled Loving Sex: The Gay Man's Guide to Intimacy and there was a beautiful photograph of two young men kissing on the cover. The bands on their fingers showed that they were married and the way they looked at each other suggested they were deeply in love. Kurt wiped his hands and took the book curiously.

Blaine settled by his side, talking about how he got it from his parents, days after coming home from their sex-ed class upset and scared. Kurt was looking through the book with wide eyes – nothing like this was available to teenagers, not without an adult buying it for them. There were many tasteful erotic photographs inside and descriptions of the whole spectrum of sexual experiences available to gay men – from arousal, masturbation and kissing, through different sexual activities like handjobs, blowjobs and frottage, to a long chapter about anal sex. Everything was described in detail without making it sound dirty or scary, and the context of love and intimacy in a long-term relationship was strongly stressed upon all along.

Blaine could see Kurt’s curiosity peak as he thumbed through the book, so he stretched and got up.

“I’ll go take a shower and then make pasta for dinner. I’ll call you when I’m done.”

Kurt just nodded, already stretched on his stomach, reading, and Blaine smiled, leaving the room.