Chapter 14

Songs Used in this Chapter:
Panic! at the Disco – Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off
Maroon 5 – Never Gonna Leave This Bed

Author's Note:  Sorry, in advance.  I think now is a good time to offer a friendly reminder that in everything I write, Klaine is endgame.  Enjoy…

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“So…” Oliver sends his body flying onto the mattress next to Kurt.  “Are we alright?”

Kurt lays his book – an old John Green novel – flat on his chest and looks at his boyfriend.  His negativity has manifested in an uncontrollable way lately and he finds himself looking at Oliver like he's almost disgusted by his very presence.  He forces himself not to roll his eyes and looks up at the ceiling.  “Why wouldn't we be?”

And he knows that Oliver's not stupid; he knows that he senses something is wrong, something's been wrong since the proposal and there's nothing Oliver can rationally do to fix it.  He knows that he wants to be with Blaine more than he wants to be with Oliver, and he knows he needs to make the decision officially, and soon, before Blaine is driven up a wall.

“I've noticed you seem distracted.”

“I'm busy, you know how busy the coffee shop gets around the holidays.  Plus, I'm home and I want to spend time with my family.”

“I've hardly gotten to know your parents.”

“So go find them.  Get to know them.  Blaine never had a problem.”

“Blaine… why does it always come back to Blaine, Kurt?  I'll never be him.”

“I know.”

“Okay, Kurt.”  Oliver rolls his eyes and shrugs. 

Kurt thinks Oliver may finally feel defeated, like he can't compete with Blaine anymore.  This is good.  He goes back to his book, reading about teenagers who fall in love with other teenagers in normal situations even if their fairytale has a timestamp and they know it all too well. 

The words blur on the page as his mind drifts to the sunshine that's brought him up from the underground ever since he's allowed Blaine back into his life.  It has very easily been the best decision of his year, let alone his life.  Kurt and Blaine both deserve to be happy and together without drama.

The trail of thoughts begins to swirl into something less rated for children and he feels his cock twitch in his pants.  Kurt crosses his leg and shifts his eyeballs toward Oliver to see if he's noticed and, of course, he has.

There's nothing wrong with sexual satisfaction with someone Kurt doesn't love; it's just that Kurt's never quite been wired for sex without strings attached.  He doesn't judge anyone who works with a series of one-night stands, mainly because Blaine is now one of those stereotypical gay boys who seeks out a good fuck at the club, but he can't help but wonder what the purpose is if there's no love set out on the table.  As he watches Oliver stare and eventually smirk at him as though he's going to be the one to fully satisfy his needs when it comes to sex, Kurt realizes that Oliver is absolutely not that person for the job anymore.  He was suitable when there was no other option, but now that Blaine is back… well, Oliver has no possible chance of winning this one.

Kurt faintly hears the front door slam, a period of silence, and the eventual less-than-graceful rush up the stairs that could only be Blaine.  Something inside him turns to fire and it rips through his veins like lava.  He needs Blaine, he needs to touch Blaine, he needs Blaine to touch him, but he can't do so much as admit it out loud with Oliver here, so he needs to lure Blaine into the situation without using his words. 

He bounces up and off the bed and strips quickly and efficiently.  He feels Oliver's curious, horny eyes on him but he's not caring right now; he wants to feel used by two men this instant, and then he wants to walk away with one of them securely tucked into his arm as if Blaine Anderson is the prize at the end of the race.

Oliver, ignorant to Kurt's real plans, follows suit and starts to prep Kurt for what's to come.  Kurt complies, puts on a show, hopes and prays that Blaine will come looking for him and be faced with the decision to fuck Kurt in front of a stranger who is only there to observe the undeniable chemistry they must have.  Not only does he hope Blaine finds him in this position – writhing under the touch of another man – but he hopes he'll take action on it too, given their less-than-stellar history when it comes to prolonging and succeeding in threesomes pleasurable for everyone.  There's nothing Kurt can do but wait as Oliver tries desperately to get him closer to the edge.  The only reason why he feels anything at all in this moment is because he's thinking of Blaine's parts hot and inside of him.

xK&Bx

Blaine really needs a shower.  Still flushed and out of breath from his run, he limps up the porch stairs and into the house, desperately in need of water.  He may have pushed a little too hard today with all of this talk of an opportunity to have Kurt back sooner than later, and accompanying him to the cemetery for the first time ever.  His mind got away from him and he was out for longer than expected, so when he returns to a painfully quiet house with a note on the counter from Burt saying that he went into the shop early, Blaine figures he's alone.  He's not sure where everyone else is, but he's happy to have some time by himself to think further about Kurt's birthday and Christmas.  He plans to take a steam shower to rid himself of any aches that comes along with an accidental fifteen-mile run and an ex-boyfriend who swears he wants to be with him again, but only in private for now.  He'd do anything for Kurt, and he's finally realizing that it's a less than healthy obsession.

He's actively trying to catch his breath as he bends over and puts his hands on both of his knees.  The last two miles of his run found him including a fast sprint to work up to getting used to a twenty-six-mile marathon. He opens the fridge to search for a bottle of water and when he finds one, he tilts his head back and chugs the entire thing in one swig.  He sways in his place and daydreams about what he'd be doing right now if he were allowed to openly be with Kurt again. 

After recycling the empty plastic bottle, crinkled inward from the lack of oxygen as he sucked on its contents, Blaine bounces up the stairs to make himself presentable. 

Last night after they left Santana's house, Blaine treated Kurt to Thai food as a way to rewind and relax before heading back to Burt's.  They talked of their future, and the real reason why Kurt couldn't go through with the threesome earlier – it was too planned.  When they finally got back home, Carole was there with Oliver, comforting him and promising that Kurt and Blaine would be back soon, that they have to come back if they want their stuff. 

Everything on the surface seems to be fixed between Kurt and Oliver, although Blaine hopes Kurt is only grinning and bearing it until they are back in New York, and only because Blaine insists he's physically far away from any hint of that conversation.

Smiling at the memory of the practice breakup speech that had Blaine crying from laughter back at the Thai restaurant yesterday, Blaine chooses to take a shower in Kurt's bathroom if only for the impeccable water pressure and the comfort of the abundance of space they always had in that bathroom.  He still loves Kurt, of that he is certain, but God, the added bonus of coming home with Kurt is sex in that shower.  He prays that Oliver hasn't gotten the pleasure.

He makes his way down the hall and into the linen closet, gathering two fluffed towels, both taller than him if he were to unfold them.  He hurries into the bathroom he's been using and grabs his body wash, figuring Kurt has notable hair product that he could borrow; it would go completely unnoticed, although what's Kurt's is his so it really doesn't matter much.

The door to Kurt's high school bedroom is closed so he barges in as naturally as always, and most certainly does not expect the sight in front of him.  He sees a squinting, bright red, seemingly pained Oliver Ellington going to town on Kurt's body as though it is a slab of raw steak or a piece of slimy poultry not yet ready to take the shape of a firm, cooked piece of meat.  Oliver's clearly putting his all into the attempt to make Kurt come and it appears that it's simply not working.

He sputters and turns to face the wall then turns completely so his back is to their bodies.

“Oh my fucking God!  Kurt, Jesus!  I'm so sorry.  Fuck!   Um… I'm just gonna…”  He stutters and slams the door, skipping random steps as he fleets downward and as far away from that as possible, out of breath again but for an entirely different reason than running two miles every twelve minutes. 

The image of Kurt being impaled by a squirmy, overly British, good-for-nothing specimen that doesn't deserve Kurt in the slightest will never leave Blaine's head.  Also embedded until kingdom come: the lack of the whore-like moan he remembers so well from their own times together.  Instead, the sound that Kurt must reserve for Oliver – the high-pitched uh uh uh – is something admittedly in second place to the sounds Blaine gets. The finger marks on Oliver's upper thigh bound to be a light purple and sensitive to the touch before the night is over come in second to the bruises Blaine usually gets directly under his collar or behind his ear.

This isn't fair.  Less than twenty-four hours after Kurt ensuring Blaine that he's his forever, he's being dominated by some Gumby asshole with no respect.  It should be Blaine hovering over Kurt, connecting them like they need this for survival.  Blaine can't stand that Kurt acts relatively the same when it's someone else, at least during sex, and he grips the banister at the bottom of the stairs to level his footing before he falls over and just dies. 

Jealousy is usually such an ugly emotion in Blaine, and he's been consciously working on not showing it in front of Oliver or Kurt since the altercation at the Lima Bean, but it's still jealousy that takes Blaine over completely right now.  Anything pertaining to Kurt and anyone else in the world, and Blaine has fire coming out of his ears.  

It's also very much not fair that Blaine was the one only yesterday to suggest Kurt's breakup with Oliver to happen when they get back to New York, especially considering Kurt was ready and willing to cut Oliver out of his life right then and there.  Blaine's the one who talked him out of it yesterday, so Blaine is the one who should be blamed for the images burning into his brain now, for the appearances Kurt needs to keep until he gets back to the city.  Blaine thinks he might as well fucking tucked them into bed together.

Regardless of all of the mature conversation they've had about this topic and their relationship, about the failed threesome, about Blaine and Kurt's real feelings about each other, something else entirely is still happening upstairs.  Directly above Blaine right this second, his Kurt is being brutally fucked into the mattress by another man.  It's his Kurt enjoying the touch of another man entirely, his Kurt moaning someone else's name.  He needs to put a stop to it, although he, in a way, encouraged this less than a day ago.  If he could, he'd kick himself in the shin.

He remembers the conversation he had with Kurt the other night about Oliver wanting a threesome, and then them finally acting on it and failing miserably.  He remembers how the simple failure brought the two of them closer together somehow, and he remembers Kurt explaining that he had too much to think about, thus it failing.  In order to nip this whole situation in the bud and claim Kurt once and for all, Blaine knows what he needs to do.  He's been given the opportunity, and although it's definitely not the best idea on a good day let alone when Blaine is terribly jealous, it has to be done because this may be his only chance to show Oliver just how much chemistry they do have with each other.  This may be the only time Blaine gets the opportunity to scare Oliver away, once and for all.

He's not sure why it matters so much to him; it's like Oliver hasn't already admitted it to him over earl grey tea at two o'clock in the fucking morning.  Blaine doesn't believe anything that comes out of Oliver's mouth when he says that he thinks it's over.  He needs to show Oliver just how over it is; he needs to rightfully and fairly claim Kurt back, as if he's up for auction.

He's objectifying the love of his life but in this moment he doesn't care.  He knows that Kurt gets off on just the thought of being used, and if objectification is part of the dirty sex he knows Kurt likes then it's just another thing Blaine knows about his boy.

He sprints up the stairs again, this time with purpose.  He takes two at a time, if only to showcase the undeniable need for speed here, until he finds himself with his nose inches away from the same closed door leading to Kurt and Douchelord getting it on.  He can hear hitched breathing and soft words of encouragement from Oliver, trying desperately but failing to bring Kurt to his climax.  It's as though he didn't walk in on them two minutes ago; it's as if Kurt doesn't care about what Blaine has witnessed at all, how much his heart is breaking right there on the other side of the door.  This turns Blaine into rage.

xK&Bx

“Oliver, please.  Harder.  I need you to go harder.”  Kurt whispers the words, unsure when Blaine is going to come back… because he is going to come back.  He wants him jealous, but he doesn't want him in a full-on rage.

Kurt's boyfriend is a wasteful piece of lard who is nowhere near the sexual satisfaction Kurt wants, needs, and expects.  Kurt knows he's comparing again, but how can he not when Oliver is trying to stand next to Blaine? 

Blaine is beautiful, even more now as he's molded comfortably into the body he is supposed to have.  Now that Kurt's seen Blaine's adult physique, he realizes that the perfection he thought he had five years ago was nowhere near what the potential could have given him at the time.  By physical comparison, Blaine wins the muscle game, the cock game, and the arms game all within one measly competition.  By emotional comparison, Blaine always wins that too.  He hardly competes; he will always win in every game with Kurt's heart as the first prize.

Oliver speeds up even more and Kurt actually worries for his boyfriend's health; it's possible that all of the overexertion will find Oliver limply on top of Kurt's body, dead of a heart attack.  He focuses on Oliver's stomach fat jiggling with each movement and when he's sick of watching that, he turns his head so his ear is snug against the pillow and he's staring at the door.

xK&Bx

Blaine turns the knob slowly enough then pushes at it to make a grand entrance, the door slamming against the wall as it bends back to be at the same angle.  He crosses his arms over his chest and leans up against the door's frame.  His eyebrow is raised; he clears his throat although Kurt is already looking straight at him with blown pupils and a plea to save him.  Obviously.

He hopes that Kurt can tell that his walls have been retracted upward and he's here to stake his claim.  It's now or never, once and for all, if it's the last thing he does.  It's all the clichés and none of them at the same time.  This is Blaine fighting for Kurt and Kurt finally taking it seriously.

He's jealous, fucking seething with envy and rage, and wants nothing more but to push Oliver out of the way and take Kurt like he has so many times before.  He feels a ping when he looks at Kurt.  It's time to grow up and let go of the childhood feelings and take Kurt back now, fully and as an adult.

As Kurt meets Oliver's millionth thrust and at the sound of the door slamming against the wall in sync with the headboard to the other wall, he smirks wildly at Blaine, eyes not full of pleasure but something else Blaine can't quite place.  The punch of each thrust into him has him knocking his head harshly against the headboard, sending it blazing against the wall.  It appears to be similar to the rough sex that Blaine used to enjoy with Kurt, but the difference now is that Kurt doesn't seem fazed in the slightest.  When Kurt doesn't look away from him even for a glimmer or a blink, Blaine knows that it's absolutely, positively, one-hundred percent him who's winning today, so he takes two steps closer to Kurt, eyes locked on his prey's beautiful face.  He checks in, to see what Oliver's reaction to all of this is now that the suggestion is about to become a reality.  He's too enthralled in the tight canals of Kurt's ass to notice Blaine's presence, and that is just fine with Blaine.  If he's thinking honestly, Blaine can't blame Oliver and the fact that he's so far into the concentration with Kurt right there. 

Oliver changes the angle only slightly, but it has Kurt rolling his eyes at the attempt, faking a moan of pleasure from the back of his throat, and suddenly Blaine's not jealous anymore.  He knows the difference of Kurt's faces and grins at him, trying painfully hard to not allow a chuckle to escape.  Oliver stops, bottomed out and kneeling on the edge of the bed closest to Kurt's hole, and follows Kurt's line of vision until he meets Blaine's face, who can't be bothered with Oliver's gaze enough to break the eye contact he's holding with Kurt.  Oliver groans in disgust at the sight of Blaine and looks back to Kurt, trying to lure him back into paying attention to the one of them that currently has his cock all the way inside of him.

“I think your boyfriend is having a little difficulty in getting you off, pretty boy.”

“Mmmm, fuck off Blaine.”  Oliver groans, rolling his eyes as he picks up again, thrusting harshly in and out of Kurt, patiently waiting for the feeling low in his stomach to heat up.  It's all rather anti-climatic and Blaine can't help but scoff.

Ignoring what this human dildo has to say altogether, he tilts his head, thoroughly and internally criticizing the angle, the power of the thrust, even the unkempt hair growing out of Oliver's, well, ugly-as-sin private parts.  He lets out a chuckle; he's actually physically amazed that Kurt is into him even a little bit.

“Oliver.  I think it'd be in your best interest and Kurt's if you were to get a loofa.  And maybe some soap.”

“Get the fuck out of here, little boy.”

“Oli… Oli, wait.  Blaine is just doing what you asked for.”  With each thrust, regardless of who's moving inside of him, Kurt's voice stutters.  It's just a jump in breath that Blaine shouldn't have noticed but nothing gets past Blaine.  Kurt's breathing is heavy; he has yet to take his eyes off of Blaine, standing there like the tough guy that he reshaped so many years ago.  His walls are up and there's only one thing that could relieve the tension now.  Kurt.

Oliver comes to a halt and looks down at his boyfriend.  He pulls out and stares at him.  “I didn't ask for some little punk to stumble in on us and want to fuck your brains out.  Are you defending him, Kurt?”

Kurt props himself up on his elbows. 

“You said you wanted to see our… undeniable connection first hand, Oliver?  Are you jealous that someone so much younger and thus less experienced than you can handle him better than you can?”  Blaine pipes in and swallows.  He's trying to exude confidence but he's pretty sure he's acting like the “little boy” Oliver believes him to be.

Oliver looks at Blaine and nods.  “Shut the fuck up.  He loves me now.”

“So then why did we have that conversation in the middle of the night about how you think it's time to let him go?”  Blaine looks at Kurt then continues when he gets the shocked reaction he wants.  “Let's make this a little challenge.  Kurt here can come whenever he wants to, but I can guarantee that my magic will blow his mind in half the time that it takes you to make him even get close.”

“I dare you.”

Blaine notices that Kurt is watching the exchange like a tennis match and Blaine can tell he's so hot for aggressive demeanor right now, if only for the way he carries himself when he's in a subtle but true-to-the-bone competition with another man to make him come.  He's writhing on the mattress but not because of the person who currently has all of the contact.

Blaine approaches Oliver, grazes his fingertips up his thigh, artfully avoiding his cock, teasing each of his inner thighs and behind the knee caps, up through his abs, pecs, teasing at both of his nipples with a swipe of a finger then quickly with his tongue, and finally cups the back of his neck.  “You wanna know why your boyfriend is still into me after all this time?  Besides the fact that I am actually halfway attractive, confident, and always there for him no matter what?  I think it might have something to do with my kiss, Oli Oli Oxen Free.”  With that, he pulls Oliver in tight for a sizzling hot-as-the-sun kiss identical to the one in the club.  Somehow, it seems to mean more in the privacy of a bedroom.  With open jaws, Oliver and Blaine taste each other as Blaine keeps one eye open and focused on Kurt's reaction, making sure that each step of the way is okay for him.  Oliver licks inside and to the back of Blaine's teeth, possibly trying to turn Blaine on.  With a roll of his eyes and a giggle from Kurt, he pulls him even closer, internally cursing everything he is for the horse slobber and saliva he has dripping down his chin.

“Do I look like a porn star, Kurt?”  Blaine pulls away and wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. He laughs when Kurt blushes.  The mood turns serious again and Blaine kneels down in front of the mattress and pushes a strand of hair away from Kurt's eyes.  “Hey.  We don't have to do this.  Are you sure?”  Kurt stares back at him with a slight nod.

“I'm sure.  Need you.”

 “Okay.  You want me to top?”  Blaine mimics what Kurt did to him once upon a time, something that's always stuck with him since the second time they'd ever had sex as a moment of undeniable emotion; he takes his pointer finger and bops him on the nose, grinning down at the beautifully debauched boy lying there securely in the sheets, waiting for all of it... for all of him.

You know it will always just be me.

Kurt gives him a dazzling smile, entranced by everything Blaine is, glowing from anticipation of finally being with the one he loves above everything again; Blaine translates it as hope for the future, prayers for forever.  Kurt nods slowly, smiles bright and happy.  Now all they need to do is get rid of the old log, and they can soar away into forever.  Again.

“Okay pretty boy.  Tell your boyfriend to watch and learn.  Step one.  Make sure he is okay with anything and everything you want to do with him.”  He pushes off the ground to stand again, seductively stripping his running gear off and throwing it to the corner, biting his lip and taking special care that Kurt is comfortable. He cracks his neck to both sides, lazily stroking his cock, officially inviting it to the party, eyes still locked on Kurt's.  “You good?”

Kurt only stares.  This always means there's a green light, when Kurt can find no words, instead taking in Blaine's body and gearing himself up for the intensity of perfect love they're about to endure together.  Blaine notes that this feels remarkably different than any other time; it truly is like Kurt is giving up with Oliver and welcoming Blaine back into his life fully and for everyone to see.  Today, they come out of hiding.

Blaine smiles warmly at him and shoves Oliver to the side a bit, where he falls gracelessly next to Kurt and holds at his shoulder.  He nuzzles cautiously into the nook of Kurt's neck, but Kurt only has sense for Blaine in this moment.  As he lines his cock to touch at Kurt's hole and finds his eyes again, there's only one other person in the room.  He steals a glance from Oliver and then back to Kurt and decides that he needs to be overly loving, overly caring, the epitome of a perfect partner not only because it's Kurt but because Oliver is watching and he can just tell, just by looking at the scowl on his face, that Oliver is not an ideal partner for Kurt.  Blaine has a feeling that Oliver's more of a “fuck” guy.

“I need a condom.”

Kurt twists to find one on the nightstand and tosses it in Blaine's direction.

Blaine unwraps it and looks back to Oliver's cock, comparing it thoughtfully with his own, and decides that maybe in order for Kurt to be at his most comfortable, he needs to prepare him just a bit more. 

Blaine allows his mind to wander as he rolls the condom on and lubes it up.  He figures that Oliver was pushing so hard for a threesome so he could learn tips and tricks from the way Blaine takes care of Kurt, and then use what Blaine knows for pleasuring his current boyfriend, Blaine's ex.  As if any of that would have mattered anyway; Kurt's given Blaine his word that they're breaking up as soon as they return to New York.  Hell, even Oliver has confided in Blaine about this being closure.  Maybe he feels just a bit too paranoid for his own good.

Blaine literally shudders as he's looking between Oliver and down at his clothesless self.  The physicality of the two could not possibly be more different, and Blaine absently hopes that Kurt wasn't attracted to Oliver initially because he was so different than Blaine, like he thoughtlessly said back in New York so many months ago.  He hopes it had to do with something else, although Blaine is failing to see any one reason why anyone, let alone the sexgod himself, Kurt Hummel, would ever be attracted to Oliver.  First and foremost, they carry themselves differently – like night and day.  They are simply different people, although Kurt swears he has a type:  damaged goods.  This dude just seems like he's exactly what Christian wanted Blaine to become, minus the gay part.

He shrugs a bit to himself and hops off of the bed, instead aiming to kneel on the carpet below, latching his forearms to tangle with Kurt's thighs and he pulls his bottom closer to his mouth.  He wordlessly promises Kurt that he'll be thoroughly pleasured from this point forward.  He presses his palms into both of Kurt's cheeks and uses his thumbs to pull the skin away from his hole and he licks his lips in wonder.  He gives Kurt's pucker a tentative lick, audibly swallows a supply of saliva in his mouth, and peeks up at Oliver between his boyfriend's legs.  Between Kurt's sinful sounds and Oliver's slack-jaw and amazed face staring in Blaine's direction, Blaine has all the proof he needs to confirm that poor Kurt is not appreciated enough by Oliver to have ever been rimmed.

“Did you come in his ass?”

“I was about to before you rudely interrupted.”  Oliver responds quickly, as smugly as anyone probably would in that moment. 

“Well, I think you started to because you taste like gasoline.”  He deadpans then smiles at Kurt and pinches his right ass cheek.

“How do you know you haven't lost the acquired taste for Kurt?”

“Because I just went on a very long run and I smell like roses next to you.  And also, I assure you that I'll never forget what Kurt tastes like, and it's definitely not gasoline.  That's your skank ass.”

Blaine goes back to work, faintly listening to Oliver's huff and Kurt's strained giggle, interrupted by the intensifying feeling of his tongue licking out Kurt's orgasm.   Blaine traces every piece of Kurt's pucker, opening him slowly and thoroughly, as if his life depends on it.  He teases as he always has, cupping and massaging his balls until he almost falls over the edge.  At exactly the right second (Blaine knows the exact second), he pulls away completely and watches Kurt physically deflate deeper into the mattress. 

Blaine gets up and lies on top of Kurt's body so their mouths are inches away.  “Hey, pretty.”  His voice is deeper, raspy, wanton.

Kurt whispers a simple word; it's a word that means everything is okay.  “Hi.”

“Excuse me.  This is supposed to be good for me, too.”  Oliver chimes in and struggles to get himself closer, trying to tangle himself up in both boys. 

Blaine waves a hand at him dismissively.  “Yep.  We'll get to you in a minute, boyfriend.”  He keeps his eyes locked on Kurt's lips.

Oliver huffs and rests his naked back against the headboard next to Kurt's hands, already gripping and ready for the ride.

Blaine rolls his eyes, hoping to convey a message to Kurt: something along the lines of “Where the hell did you find this guy?” 

He sucks at the succulent spot behind Kurt's ear, turning him into a whimpering mess.  He keeps his voice low; this is a secret for only Kurt to hear.  “We don't have to do this, Kurt.  I won't be mad or freaked out or anything.  Are you sure?”  He doesn't wait for an answer; instead, he nibbles at his lover's earlobe.

“Want you.  Please, B.”

He projects his normal voice now as he crawls backward to straddle Kurt's hips.  “Whatever you do, don't let go of the headboard.  Will you listen?”

“Yeah.  Take me, baby.”

“Because I don't want to show Oliver Twist over here our kinky side.  He seems like he's already about to puke.  Maybe I'm too young for him, or maybe he likes the fact that I'm twenty-three too much.”

“Mmm, I'll listen.  Come on, Blaine.”  Kurt can't help but thrust up into Blaine's pelvis, their erections causing unexpected friction against each other.

“Not yet, pretty.  I can ride you after.  First let's show your boyfriend what connection really looks like, huh?”

“Please, God B.”  Kurt grips the spindles of the headboard tighter and he's all white knuckles and overflowing emotion.  He sears a glare toward Oliver when he starts rubbing at his forearm gently; he wants to get in on the action, but Kurt will not let him.  This is a moment that he wants to have with only Blaine, and it's obvious when he realizes that it was a mistake for them to do this with Oliver present.  It all seems okay, though; they're so close and they'll have the rest of their lives perfecting their sexual memories.

Blaine laughs and shakes his head, resting his hands right above Kurt's chest, and kisses on the skin to protect his heart.  He lingers and turns to rest his chin on his clavicle.  “You want me, Kurt?  All of me?”

“All of you.  Take it, baby.  Yours.” 

Oliver visibly tenses but keeps his attention on the porn scene that's happening directly in front of him. 

Blaine extends his neck to reach Kurt's lips and pecks fully down, reciting an annoying muah sound to make it even more obnoxious.  He straightens back up, inching his hands down to grab at Kurt's tiny waist. 

“You know, I thought for sure by now you'd put on some pounds.  But you're still as perfect as you were six years ago.”

“Just fuck me, Blaine!”

Blaine lets out a laugh from his belly.  “So eloquent.  So needy.  Haven't had good sex in a while, huh babe?”  His eyes flicker to Oliver, seething and bright red with anger.  Blaine laughs again and lines up the tip of his cock to the perfection of Kurt's crease.  “Me either, because nothing's compared since.”

He pushes in, the heat of Kurt's insides wholly ganging up on him and lighting his cock on fire.  He moans from deep in his throat all the way in and throws his head back and his jaw open until it's satisfying, until he can't possibly thrust any deeper.  The way that just this act alone – with or without an audience – completes their relationship further convinces Blaine that they should absolutely be together until the end of time, regardless of the hurricane he was previously dragged through by Kurt Hummel.

Kurt's eyes are swimming with tears, but Blaine knows and shares the sentiment.  His eyes become wet; he smiles through them and waits as patiently as he's been with everything else.  He waits for Kurt to give him the magic word.  He'll wait for the rest of his life if that's what it takes, positioned here, hovering over his lover and best friend.  They are connected at the most important part of the mind, body, and soul, and it's finally possible to truly be them again.

“Move.”

And Blaine does.  Each pull out and thrust back in is dripping with devotion, dedication.  It is with an intense feeling of joy, completeness, and the simple act of coming home. 

Take it, take it all, take all that I have.
Give it all away just to get you back.

It is everything that both Blaine and Kurt have wanted for weeks, months, years and it feels flawless to get to the space in their heads for each other.  Finally, after everything, after absolutely everything, they're together again. 

Blaine's snapped out of his overwhelming promise of eternal love when he feels the mattress sink, Oliver getting up and over toward him, attempting to cop a feel and maybe even direct his dick into Blaine. 

Blaine stops the movement and looks down at Kurt, eyes scared and apprehensive.  He only agreed to a threesome where he could only interact with Kurt, and he's overwhelmed again with feeling completely opposite to the feelings he possessed when it was just him and Kurt in their own separate world.  At Oliver's cock slipping between Blaine's ass cheeks, he pulls out of Kurt in a harsh manner and jumps across the room and into the corner, folding his arms across his chest sheepishly and looking down at his feet, wishing he could just disappear.

Kurt sits up on his elbows and looks at Blaine and then to Oliver, completely unaware of the interaction and rejection of a threesome in all senses of the word.  “You guys?”

Oliver jumps into the space previously occupied by Blaine and lines his cock up with Kurt's most valued area.  “Come on, babe.  You gotta come for me, you're my boyfriend.”  Oliver inserts powerfully, causing Kurt to yelp in pain.

“Oliver!  Jesus, fuck.”  Kurt can't help but move with Oliver now that he's replaced Blaine.  Blaine is watching intently from the corner and he knows the scowl on his face is as ugly as he feels it should be under the circumstance.

Kurt searches the room for Blaine; he motions his closest hand and clenches a fist open and closed a few times.  “Oh… oh, Blaine.”

Blaine is wide-eyed with his tail between his legs.  He's not comfortable anymore, to the point where he's letting the best of him unravel, and he feels tears so close but still behind the surface.

He stares at Kurt.

Smiling for the sake of comfort, Kurt whispers. “Please, baby.  I need you.”

Blaine suddenly feels sick to his stomach at the thought of anyone hurting Kurt. 

Blaine finds his running leggings, squeezing himself back into the compression material of the pants, his bulge overwhelming below the spandex. 

They lock eyes and Kurt speaks.  “Oli, stop.  Please… we're done here.” 

Oliver continues thrusting, seemingly too close to his own climax to hear any instruction.

“Oliver!”  Kurt screams at him to rip him out of his concentration.  Oliver immediately pulls out just in time for Blaine to tackle him on the floor and meet a series of swift right hooks directly to the nose.

Oliver is sputtering blood and flailing his arms so Blaine controls himself and jumps up onto his feet again.

“Fuck.”

“Blaine!  What the fuck did you do that for? Jesus!”  Kurt scrambles to the edge of the bed and runs into his en-suite bathroom.  The water starts and Kurt's out seconds later with a dampened washcloth.  He puts pressure to Oliver's nose and looks up at Blaine, scowling and angry and concerned for everyone involved.

“He tried to… and I thought he was hurting you.  Fuck!”

“Just… go.”

“Kurt.”

“Go!  I'll find you later, just go.”  Kurt turns his attention back to Oliver, now sitting up and smirking at Blaine.

Blaine looks at him then back to Kurt.  This isn't real; this can't be happening.  When Kurt raises an eyebrow at him, he quickly retreats to his own bedroom, punching at the pillows on the bed and letting all of the tears flow.  His imagination gets away from him unwillingly as he slowly comes up with reasons why Oliver must have wanted the threesome in the first place.  There are so many possible ulterior motives, as if Oliver knew that something like this would happen because all Blaine is to him is a loose canon.  Blaine figures he fell right into the fucking trap and has now officially lost Kurt forever, and just when Kurt was finally seeing how Blaine had matured during their time apart.

Maybe it's Kurt who needs some maturing.

xK&Bx

Oliver can admit that the sounds from Kurt's mouth are very different to the ones out of his mouth during his time with him, and he thinks that's a good thing in the question of sexual chemistry.  There is something added to the look on his face though, something that Oliver can't quite place.  There's a diamond in his boyfriend's eye, almost a promise that he'll never be without Blaine again as he essentially tells him to get lost for now. Oliver's always thought that Kurt reacts to Blaine because he was the first person to ever have loved Kurt properly.  He realizes now that they both have the same glint in their eye because they are looking at the only person they will ever love again.