Chapter 11

“So, I was thinking.” Blaine started one day, while they were in Kurt's office, the agent sitting behind his desk and the forger walking around mindlessly, watching the pictures on the walls.

“Careful, don't strain yourself.” Kurt replied not looking up from the paperwork he was filing, but smirking teasingly.

“Very funny.” Blaine rolled his eyes. “Why don't we use me as a bait?”

“What?” Kurt looked up from the documents with a frown.

“We should use me as bait to find Sebastian.” Blaine repeated.

“No, absolutely not.” Kurt said, shaking his head vehemently. “We would have to reveal that you're out of jail and we would lose our advantage for nothing if it didn't work.”

“It would definitely draw him out.” Blaine argued back. “Kurt, you don't know him like I do.”

“Maybe, but I know him well enough to know that you probably wouldn't get out of this alive.” Kurt retorted, desperately trying to maintain a calm expression on his face because inside of him, there was a whirlwind of emotions that he couldn't afford to let out.

“We could spread the word that I got out on good behavior or something.” Blaine said. “We don't even need him to confess to anything before making the arrest; he would only need to show up to the meeting with me.”

“Blaine, you were a liability to him then and you probably would be one now, how can you know he won't put the bullet in you as soon as he sees you?” Kurt asked, looking at him intently, trying to get through to him.

“I don't think he would.” Blaine replied. “He would be too intrigued to kill me right away.”

“Still, it's too dangerous.” Kurt said. “Blaine, I'm not risking your life to get him.” He added when the forger opened his mouth to keep arguing. They stared at each other for a few seconds, before Blaine eventually sighed.

“Fine.” He said, giving up. “But the offer's still on the table, so promise me you'll consider it if we're out of options, okay?”

Not trusting his voice, all Kurt could do was nod. The moment Blaine left his office to get some coffee, he let out a sigh of relief, trying to calm his heart that had been beating wildly since the moment they started this conversation. He thought about the sudden feeling of dread spreading through his body when Blaine mentioned his idea and how he instantly knew that he wouldn't be able to risk his life just to get a chance at catching Smythe. With a thin smile on his face, he remembered the time when he wanted to find him almost at any cost, realizing that putting Blaine in danger had become a price that he was not willing to pay.

His internal debate was interrupted by the sudden knock on the door and when he looked up, he had to fight an urge to roll his eyes when he saw Adam standing behind the glass door. Forcing himself to smile amicably, he gestured at the British agent to come in, wishing Blaine hadn't chosen that particular moment to disappear.

“I hope I'm not interrupting anything?” Adam asked, as he sat down, flashing Kurt a wide smile.

“Not at all.” Kurt lied. “What can I do for you?”

“It's actually nothing work related.” Adam said and Kurt instantly knew what it was about. “I was wondering, do you have any plans this weekend?”

Sighing internally, Kurt tried to think of a way to turn him down gently. For a spilt second he actually considered saying that he had no plans and go on one date with Adam, just for the sake of it, to get him to leave him alone, but he quickly dismissed that thought, knowing that nothing good would come out of it. He would much rather spend the weekend watching TV shows and eating take-out on his couch with Blaine, than be stuck with Adam for the entire evening, and to be honest, he was quite looking forward to the former. Lately, he had discovered that they had more in common than anyone would have thought and spending time with Blaine, other than having sex, had become an enjoyable part of Kurt's day. Not that he was saying sex wasn't enjoyable, not at all, Kurt was a big fan of that part as well.

Besides, it was hard to ignore the stab of guilt in his chest that appeared whenever he even thought about going out with Adam and the fact that it felt a bit like cheating, and it was yet another proof that Kurt might have let himself care about Blaine a little bit more than he would like to admit.

“I'm sorry, Adam, but I just… I'm not really looking for anyone to date right now.” Kurt answered, trying to sound as sincere as possible. “And I don't think this is going to change in the nearest future.” He added, hoping Adam would get the hint and stop asking him out every few weeks.

“You're a very stubborn man.” Adam replied, shaking his head with amusement and Kurt grew even more annoyed since it seemed that Adam saw him as some kind of a challenge and wasn't going to let go any time soon. “One date, Kurt. Give me a chance.”

“I'm really not interested right now.” Kurt said, hoping the tone of his voice wasn't too cold, but he had a really hard time restraining himself. Suddenly, he caught a movement from the corner of his eye and when he discreetly looked above Adam's shoulder, he saw Blaine behind the glass whose eyes were narrowed as he glared at the British agent. However, instead of coming into the office like Kurt thought he would, he headed to the conference room and sat by the table, facing Kurt's office so he could watch them through the glass wall.

“Fine.” Adam raised his hands in mock surrender, but the smile was still intact on his face. “There's actually one more thing I wanted to talk to you about.” Seeing Kurt gesturing at him to continue, the expression on his face grew a bit more serious. “Blaine Anderson.”

“What about him?” Kurt asked calmly, but on high alert, wondering what exactly Adam wanted to talk about.

“I just wanted to make sure that… you didn't fall for his charms.” Adam said, carefully picking his words.

“If you knew him at all, you would know there's nothing charming about Anderson.” Kurt retorted with an arched eyebrow.

“Come on, Kurt, you know what I mean.” Adam said, looking at him meaningfully. “Last time we spoke, you said you trusted him which confounded me if I'm being honest. I'm not sure how you can even work with him.”

“We both want the same thing.” Kurt replied slowly. “We both want Smythe to end up in prison and that's how we managed to overlook our indifferences and focus on what's most important.”

“You can't be serious, Kurt.” Adam said, looking at him incredulously. “Okay, fine, I'm sure he hates Smythe, but he sure as hell hates you too. You were the one that put him behind bars!” He exclaimed. “If he wants revenge on Smythe, he wants revenge on you as well.”

“What are you asking me here, Adam?” Kurt cut to the chase, wanting nothing more than to kick the British agent out of his office, as anger and irritation spread through his body,

“I'm just saying that he probably wants you to trust him just so he can play it to his advantage later.” Adam said. “You're too smart for that, but I'm sure he tried to seduce you at least once. I know I would if I were living with such a hot guy as you.” He added with a smirk, eyeing Kurt up and down. “Sleep with you, make you trust me and then use you without hesitating for even a second when you're the most vulnerable.”

“I don't think I like what you're suggesting.” Kurt replied coldly, glaring at Adam with narrowed eyes, ignoring the pang in his chest he felt as Adam kept talking.

“I'm not suggesting anything.” Adam raised his hands defensively. “Like I said, you're too smart to fall for that. I'm just telling you to be careful because all of this, this is just a game for him.”

“Thank you for your… concern, but I can handle myself.” Kurt said through gritted teeth. “And like I mentioned before, Blaine and I came to an understanding, and I stand by what I said – I do trust him. I also believe he's our best shot at finding Smythe so if you have any issues with that, I suggest you talk to Johnson.”

“Fine. Just don't say that I didn't warn you.” Not waiting for Kurt to reply, Adam stood up and he walked out of the office, shutting the door behind him and leaving Kurt alone with his thoughts. No matter how hard he tried not to, his mind kept wandering back to what Adam said about Blaine. Was it really possible that he had been trying to get closer on purpose, just to use it against him in the end? No, he refused to believe that, Blaine wasn't like that…

“I would never do that to you.” Blaine's voice sounded suddenly in the room and when Kurt's head snapped up, he saw the forger close the door with a serious expression on his face.

“What…” Kurt stared at him with wide eyes as Blaine walked up to his desk.

“I know how to read lips.” Blaine shrugged. “Silly skill, but comes in handy sometimes. And I know what you're thinking right now.” He said, sitting down and leaning closer to look at Kurt intently.  “I'm not sleeping with you to make you vulnerable. I'm sleeping with you because we're having fun and you're super-hot, I have to agree with Crawford on that one.” Blaine smirked briefly before his expression turned serious again. “I would never use what I learned about you to bring you down or to break you. I respect you too much and you know that I don't hate you. I would never do that to you.” He repeated his earlier words, sincerity flashing in his eyes as he tried to make Kurt believe him.

“I know.” Kurt said quietly. “I know that. It's just… he caught me off guard with what he said.”

“He's an idiot.” Blaine replied firmly. “He thinks he knows me, but you and I both know that he knows nothing. The other thing he was right about was that you're smart. You wouldn't let me use you even if I wanted to.” He said, his voice softening before a smirk appeared on his face. “Besides, if I remember correctly, I didn't even have to seduce you, you kissed me first.”

“Only because you pissed me off.”

“So what, the only solution you could come up with was mouth-to-mouth combat?” Blaine asked teasingly, making Kurt snort and shake his head in amusement.

“Shut up.” Kurt said, smiling for the first time since Adam's visit.

“Oh, you know the best way to shut me up.” Blaine retorted, waggling his eyebrows suggestively, smirking slyly.

“Save that thought for later when we get home.” Kurt said, lowering his voice and leaning closer, smirking when Blaine's eyes fell on his lips. He waited for a few more seconds before he stood up, gathering the documents on his desk, and he couldn't help but chuckle when Blaine stared at him with narrowed eyes. “Home, Anderson.” He repeated as he walked past his desk in the direction of the door.

And well, if he swayed his hips a bit more than usually, that was pure coincidence.

On Friday evening, after a particularly exhausting day, Blaine was sitting on the couch in the living room, pencil in his hand and with a sketchbook perched up on his knee. Kurt went to bed early, almost as soon as they came back from work, drained after dealing with way too much paperwork and the countless problems the agents on his team were having, so Blaine was left to entertain himself alone. Lost in thought, he was sketching mindlessly, drawing a portrait of Satine, figuring he might give it to Kurt later if he was satisfied enough with it, but eventually his vision started blurring. Yawning, he stretched and decided it was time to call it a night when suddenly, there was a scream coming from Kurt's bedroom.

Tossing the sketchbook aside, he jumped to his feet and rushed to Kurt's room, following the sound of whimpers and quieter screams, and when he turned the bedside lamp on, he was met with the sight of the agent trashing in his bed, obviously being haunted by a nightmare. He knew that he probably wasn't supposed to wake him, but whatever Kurt was dreaming about was scaring the shit out of him and Blaine couldn't stand seeing him like that for much longer. Getting on the bed, he tried to grab Kurt's shoulders to shake him awake when suddenly the agent flung his arm at him. Thanks to years of boxing, Blaine ducked easily, acting on instinct, eventually getting hold of Kurt and pinning him down.

“Kurt. Kurt!” Blaine called out urgently, shaking him lightly until Kurt's eyes snapped open, incredibly blue and wide with panic as he started to struggle again. “Kurt, it's me!” Blaine tightened his grip on him to avoid accidentally being hit. Gradually, Kurt's movements stilled as he stared at Blaine, realization slowly dawning in his eyes and Blaine felt his body relax.

“Blaine.” Kurt breathed out and seeing he was fully awake, Blaine released his grip on his shoulders, but when he was about to move away to make himself more comfortable, Kurt's hand gripped his arm. “No, wait.”

“I'm not going anywhere.” Blaine said quietly, his voice low and soothing as he lied on his side next to Kurt, tossing the blanket on top of them. “You okay?”

“Yeah, it was… just a nightmare.” Kurt took a deep breath. “Just a nightmare.” He repeated in a whisper as if he was trying to reassure himself that whatever he saw in his dream wasn't real.

“Want to talk about it?”

“I… not really.” Kurt shook his head. “But can you… I know we don't… But…”

“Hey.” Blaine interrupted Kurt's rambling and usually he would say something cutting or teasing about that, but now was not the time. “What is it?”

“Can you stay with me?” Kurt asked so quietly it was barely audible, looking anywhere but at Blaine, avoiding his gaze. In response, Blaine reached with his arm to wrap it around Kurt, pulling him closer and rolling onto his back, taking Kurt with him until he was lying on his side with his head pillowed on Blaine's chest. Feeling his body shiver, Blaine tightened his arms around him, burying his nose in Kurt's hair, holding him closely and wondering when exactly he started to care about the man in his arms so much. So much that in this moment he wished he could shield him from the pain and the fears haunting him, make him safe and put him back together, this beautiful and broken man, shattered into pieces, who had been through more shit than anyone ever should in their lives. But for now, all he could do was hold him, hoping it would bring him some peace.

In the meantime, while Blaine was lost in his thoughts, Kurt pressed himself close, gripping Blaine's t-shirt tightly, breathing in his scent and listening to his beating heart, the sound so comforting, slowly calming down his own wildly racing heart. He wouldn't tell Blaine, he couldn't, that his nightmare was about him, being captured and tortured by Smythe. That his former partner kept cutting him slowly with a knife, laughing loudly and inflicting multiple wounds that made Blaine bleed out slowly, in an excruciating pain while Kurt couldn't move, couldn't do anything to help him, feeling more helpless than he had ever had.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Kurt's breath stuttered and he couldn't stop a small whimper getting out of his mouth as he desperately tried to wipe the images from the nightmare from his memory. “Hey.” Blaine murmured, instantly tightening his arms around him. “Whatever you saw… it's not real. It can't get you here, you're safe.”

If you only knew that it wasn't me who wasn't safe, Kurt thought, but he nodded against Blaine's chest and took a few deep breaths. Eventually, his body started to relax and suddenly, he could feel one of Blaine's arms moving away, but before he had time to comprehend it, a click of his lamp being turned off sounded in the room and seconds later, Blaine wrapped his arm back around him as the room got engulfed by darkness.

And right before he fell asleep, Blaine's words sounded in his head again and truth to be told, right now, lying in his bed, wrapped in Blaine's arms? Kurt had never felt safer in his entire life.

When the morning came and sun started peeking through the blinds in the window, Kurt stirred, slowly blinking his eyes open, instantly becoming aware of a warmth of another body beside him. They must have shifted during the night because right now Kurt was lying on his side, facing the window, with Blaine's body pressed against his back, his arm loosely wrapped around his waist. Slowly, not wanting to wake him, Kurt rolled on his back and then on his other side until he was facing Blaine, not able to look away, mesmerized with how peaceful he looked, admiring his long eyelashes and barely resisting the temptation to run his fingers through his wild curls. Smiling softly, he tried to memorize every detail of his face, pretending for a minute that he wasn't the FBI agent and that Blaine wasn't a convicted criminal, that they were just two people sharing a bed every night and waking up in each other's arms every morning because as much as he had tried, Kurt now knew there was no sense in denying and running away from the truth.

And the truth was that somewhere along the way, he fell in love with Blaine Anderson.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, not wanting to be caught off guard in case Blaine woke up. However, when he opened his eyes, he was met with hazel eyes looking right at him. “Hey there.” Blaine said, voice low and raspy with sleep as he tightened his arm around Kurt's waist, pulling him a little closer.

“Good morning.” Kurt whispered, resting his hands against Blaine's chest, unable to break the eye contact between them, wanting nothing more than to lean in and press a kiss against Blaine's lips.

“Are you okay?” Blaine asked, running his hand up and down Kurt's back, sending shivers down his spine.

“I am now.” Kurt replied with a small smile and Blaine smiled back, leaning closer and kissing him slowly, much to Kurt's surprise, but he wasn't complaining at all, kissing back and moaning softly when Blaine slipped his tongue into his mouth.

After a minute, Blaine pulled away and Kurt barely stopped himself from whining as he chased his lips. “What's going on in that head of yours?” Blaine asked quietly with a smile, raising his eyebrow when Kurt looked at him quizzically. “You have this look on your face like you have something on your mind.”

Knowing he couldn't tell him the truth, Kurt forced his brain to work, trying to come up with the right excuse. “How did you know you were going to live with me?” He asked, going with the first thing that popped into his head, something that he was actually really curious about, he had wanted to ask Blaine about that for a while now.

“What do you mean?” Blaine asked, looking at him curiously.

“Back in prison, after you accepted the deal.” Kurt clarified. “Right before I left, you said that you would see me the next day.”

“I'm good at reading people.” Blaine said and chuckled when he noticed the expression on Kurt's face. “And I'm guessing you're not too happy about that.”

“No, it's just…” Kurt paused. “I've always considered myself being good at hiding my emotions and difficult for people to read. And yet…”

“Yet I seem not to have a problem with that?” Blaine finished for him. “Maybe they just didn't know how to read you, pretty boy?” He said, smiling softly, not his usual smirk but a small, genuine smile. “But back to your question. I had a hunch and then you went all tense when I asked you about it, so that was enough for me to know.”

Accepting the explanation, Kurt nodded and they lied still for a few minutes until Blaine tossed the covers away. “Okay, that's enough of that.” Blaine said, sitting up. “Come on, I'll make you breakfast.”

“No way.” Kurt gasped in shock, grateful for the change of subject. “You're finally going to cook something? Of your own free will?”

“What, I have a generous heart, don't be so surprised.” Blaine replied, clutching his heart in a mock offense as he got up and headed towards the kitchen. “Besides, I love messing around in the kitchen. All kinds of messing around.” He added, glancing over his shoulder and waggling his eyebrows.

Following him, Kurt looked at Blaine with narrowed eyes for a few seconds. “I'm not having sex with you in the kitchen.” He eventually said, sitting behind the counter.

“No, why?” Blaine whined, turning around and pouting, and god dammit, he was adorable. A word Kurt used to think was impossible to use in relation to Blaine. “It would be so much fun! I could bend you over the counter or fuck you against the cabinets…”

“Because that's where I prepare my food!” Kurt exclaimed. “I'm not going to spend my free time trying to disinfect everything in here.”

“But it would be worth it!” Blaine tried again, but seeing the expression on Kurt's face, he gave up with a deep sigh. “Fine. What about the shower? I'd be lying if I said I never imagined you on your knees…”

The moment Blaine mentioned the shower, the blush rose on Kurt's cheeks and he pressed his lips in a thin line, looking away, hoping Blaine wouldn't notice. Which of course he did.

“What is it?” The forger immediately asked, the smirk already appearing on his face.

“Nothing.”

“Come on, babe, you're blushing like a fifteen-year-old virgin trying to say “cock””. Blaine walked closer, grinning widely. “Which is weird because I happen to know first-hand that you're anything but a blushing virgin, so this kind of reaction at the mere mention of shower sex…” Blaine trailed off, studying Kurt closely, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

Figuring Blaine wouldn't let him off the hook, Kurt sighed, knowing he had been trapped. “I might have heard you.” He mumbled, staring at one point on the wall and Blaine looked at him curiously for a few seconds before his eyes widened in recognition when he realized what Kurt meant. “One morning when you were in the shower… I heard you.” Kurt continued, unaware of Blaine already having it all figured out.

Smirking wolfishly, Blaine walked around the counter to lean against it right next to Kurt. “Didn't know you had it in you, gorgeous.” He drawled. “When was it? It must have been a while ago, I haven't had to… take the matter into my own hands since you finally came around.” He chuckled at his own joke, leaning closer when Kurt still refused to meet his gaze. “Wait…” Blaine's grew even wider as he strained his memory, realization dawning on him. “It was even before we slept together for the first time.” Kurt not moving an inch was proof good enough that he was on the right track. “It was in the morning on the day you finally caved in, wasn't it?”

When Kurt still didn't say anything, Blaine slowly wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling him closer, pressing Kurt's side against his chest. “Come on, pretty boy, it's fine.” He murmured and eventually, he felt Kurt's body relax against him. “You know, I still remember exactly what I was thinking about in that shower…” He whispered in Kurt's ear before moving his lips lower, leaving a trail of kisses on his neck. Feeling Kurt shiver slightly, Blaine smiled against his skin, turning the bar stool Kurt was sitting on so they were facing each other and he stepped between his legs, tightening his arm around Kurt's waist. Sucking on his neck, just below where the collar of Kurt's shirt would end, he placed his hand on Kurt's thigh, sliding it slowly up and down before resting it on his hip, slipping his fingers under the waistband of Kurt's pajama pants, running them against his skin.

“If you remember it so well…” Kurt suddenly spoke, his voice low and breathless. “… how about you show me?” He ended, his last word morphing into a soft groan when Blaine finished the hickey he was working on with a teasing bite, squeezing his hip playfully.

“With pleasure, gorgeous, with pleasure.” Blaine said with a grin, stepping away and pulling Kurt off the stool. “But what about breakfast?”

“Screw breakfast.” Kurt replied, pushing Blaine in the direction of the bathroom, eliciting a loud laughter from him.

“Oh, that's not what will be getting screwed in the near future.”

After turning the water on, Kurt quickly undressed himself, pulling the t-shirt over his head and swiftly sliding down his pajama pants. He could see Blaine do exactly the same thing and the moment they were both naked, he grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into the shower with a grin, immediately wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him hard when they stepped under the spray of water. Moaning when Blaine sucked on his bottom lip, Kurt slid his hands down to rest them on his chest and pushed him until Blaine's back hit the cool, tiled wall and they weren't directly under the pouring water.

“I think you mentioned something about me on my knees…” Kurt muttered against his lips, finishing the kiss with a teasing nip, before slowly sliding down and kneeling in front of Blaine, looking up at him with a smirk. Without any warning, he sank his mouth over his half-hard cock, sucking at the tip, making Blaine gasp in surprise and roll his hips forward. Not breaking eye contact, Kurt took him in deeper, running his tongue along his length, breathing through his nose and pulling away slightly when Blaine's hips stuttered again.

“Fuck.” Blaine gasped, the sight of Kurt on his knees, looking up at him with those wide, blue eyes, with his lips wrapped around his cock, making him go crazy. “You're gonna be the death of me.”

Wrapping his hand around the base of Blaine's cock, Kurt went back to sucking on the tip, matching it with the strokes of his hand, and it took almost no time at all until Blaine was fully hard, heavy in his mouth as Blaine groaned deeply, throwing his head back against the wall. Resting his hands on Blaine's hips, Kurt started moving a bit faster, relaxing his throat and sinking his mouth deeper with every bop of his head. Patting his hips, Kurt urged Blaine to move and the forger took the hint, burying his fingers in Kurt's hair, and started thrusting forward, lightly, not wanting to choke him.

“Wait.” Blaine panted, moaning after Kurt did something magical with his tongue, using all of his strong will to still his hips. “I don't want to come yet.”

“But I wanted breakfast.” Kurt replied with a pout after releasing his cock from his mouth, and how he managed to look so adorable and so damn hot at the same time was beyond Blaine.

“And I promised you screwing, pretty boy.” Blaine retorted with a smirk, pulling him up and kissing him, slowly turning them around and pressing Kurt against the wall. “Turn around.” He muttered against his lips.

When Kurt obliged, Blaine attached his lips to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses on his skin, making his way down to his shoulder, his hand blindly reaching the small shelf. “Since when there's lube in the shower?” Kurt asked when he saw the small bottle in Blaine's hand.

“I didn't want to be caught off guard in case we ended up in this situation.” Blaine purred before suddenly groaning in frustration. “Fuck, we still need the condoms and those are in the bedrooms…”

“Maybe we could… without?” Kurt suddenly said after a few seconds of silence, turning his head to catch Blaine's gaze.

“You sure?” Blaine asked, his eyebrows raised and his eyes wide with surprise.

“Well, I know I'm clean… You?”

“We were tested not long before I left prison. I was clean and I've only been with you since that.” Blaine replied, still not looking entirely convinced, so Kurt twisted his neck to press a kiss against his lips.

“I trust you.” Kurt whispered, looking intently into his eyes, and eventually Blaine nodded, a small smile appearing on his face.

“Okay.”

Pouring lube on his fingers, Blaine kissed Kurt's shoulder before rubbing his finger against Kurt's hole and slowly pushing it in, pressing more kisses against Kurt's skin when he gasped at the intrusion. Slowly, Blaine fingered Kurt open, gradually adding the second and then the third finger until Kurt was whining and writhing under his touch, panting and moving his hips, trying to fuck himself on Blaine's fingers and urging him to go faster.

“Come on, Blaine.” Kurt gritted out, hissing when Blaine pulled his fingers out and wincing at the emptiness.

Coating himself in lube, Blaine stepped behind Kurt, positioning himself against his hole. Slowly, he started pushing in, past the tight ring of muscle, breathing deeply, overwhelmed by how hot and tight Kurt felt around his cock. Bottoming out, he stilled for a minute, giving Kurt time to get used to the stretch, before pulling out a bit and thrusting back in, building a slow rhythm. With his hands flat on the wall, Kurt moved his hips back, trying to meet Blaine's thrusts as he gradually picked up a pace, moaning loudly when Blaine shifted, changing the angle a bit and hitting his prostate, fucking him faster and rougher.

Thrusting in and out, Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist, entwining his second hand with Kurt's on the wall, as he fucked him hard, groaning when he glanced down at his cock, sliding in and out of Kurt's ass, biting down on his shoulder, as he started moving even faster, the shower cabin filling with the sounds of their ragged breathing and skin slapping against skin. Burying his face in the crook of Kurt's neck, Blaine panted against his skin, occasionally pressing open-mouthed kisses wherever he could reach, enjoying the high-pitched whines Kurt was letting out with every hard thrust. Releasing his grip on Kurt's waist, Blaine slid his hand down to wrap it around Kurt's cock, matching the strokes with the thrusts of his hips.

“You love it like that, don't you?” Blaine rasped into his ear, not slowing down. “You love it rough and fast.”

That seemed to be what pushed Kurt over the edge, it took only a couple more thrusts and strokes until he came with a loud scream, cum spurting from his cock and covering the wall. Fucking him through his orgasm, Blaine slowed down, groaning when Kurt clenched around his cock. Still hard, he grinded against Kurt, biting down his lip and thrusting shallowly until Kurt squeezed his hand.

“Keep… keep going.” Kurt panted, rolling his hips back and Blaine didn't have to be told twice. Moving his hands to rest them on Kurt's hips, he gripped him tightly and began pounding into him, desperate for his own release, fucking him even harder than before, panting harshly.

Leaning against the wall, Kurt moaned softly with every slam of Blaine's hips, already a bit oversensitive, but he didn't care, he didn't want Blaine to stop, letting him do basically whatever he wanted to him. It had been rare enough for him to bottom, but even if he had, he had never let any of his previous lovers fuck him like that after he already came, take him so roughly and have him at their mercy. However, Blaine seemed to be an exception to his every rule.

Feeling himself getting closer, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist again, pulling him closer and moving his hips feverishly, moaning loudly against his skin when he finally came, his cum filling Kurt up as he kept thrusting, riding on a high, seeing white for a few seconds and breathing heavily. Eventually, he slowed down, his hips stilling and they stood like that for a few seconds before Blaine pulled out, a rush of possessiveness going through his body as he watched his cum dripping out of Kurt's ass.

“I'm not going to be able to walk today or tomorrow.” Kurt mumbled as Blaine pulled them under the water spray, chuckling when Kurt sagged against him.

“Good thing it's only Saturday.” Blaine said, keeping one arm wrapped around Kurt to stabilize him and make sure he didn't accidentally slip.

“I hate you.” Kurt muttered against his shoulder.

“No, you don't.” Blaine retorted with a grin. “You love me, pretty boy.”

Pulling away, Kurt swatted his shoulder playfully and teasingly rolled his eyes, eliciting laughter from Blaine. Only internally, for no one else to know, he admitted that it was true.

He really did love him.

“Okay, so the FBI building is here, as you well know.” The man said, pointing at one spot on the map. “And here's where Hummel lives.” He moved his finger on the map. “Now what's interesting is that it looks like he lives with his boyfriend…”

“I don't care about the boyfriend.” Sebastian Smythe rolled his eyes, waving dismissively.

“But I really think you should hear this…” The man started, cutting off when Sebastian glared at him.

“I said I don't care.” He growled. “I don't have time for, I don't know, kidnapping the boyfriend and then blackmailing Hummel to drop the investigation. I'd rather get rid of Hummel and be done with it.”

“Okay.” The man conceded with a shrug. “Anyway, it seems like he and the boyfriend work together, they leave together every morning and drive to work. But almost every day, Hummel goes to a little coffee shop to get lunch, not far from the FBI building. And he's always alone.” He said, circling the place where the shop was on the map with a red marker.

“He walks there?”

“Yeah. And here's what you're going to love. He always uses this alley as a shortcut.” The man said, marking it on the map. “It's dark and narrow, perfectly hidden from sight and other passersby.”

Hearing that, Sebastian chuckled and smirked dangerously, and the man was suddenly glad he wasn't the one Smythe wanted to get rid of. “Here's your money.” Sebastian said, handing him an envelope and after checking the amount, the man left, leaving Sebastian alone, staring at the map.

“See you soon, agent Hummel.”