Chapter 6

It felt like the world had exploded. As soon as Kurt crashed their lips together, Blaine wrapped his arms around his waist and instantly deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into Kurt's mouth. The agent groaned quietly and buried his fingers in Blaine's curls, tugging slightly and pulling him closer, eliciting a muffled moan from the forger. For a few moments it felt like time had stopped, the only thing Kurt could focus on were Blaine's lips against his, his arms holding him tight and the shivers running down his spine every time Blaine possessively bit his lip. For a few moments, all Kurt could feel was an absolute pleasure and lust, and it wasn't until Blaine swiftly turned them around and pinned him against the door when his mind caught up with what was happening. He abruptly pulled away and pushed Blaine away from himself with all the strength he could manage.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Kurt exclaimed, panting heavily, the panic evident in his voice.

“Me?” Blaine asked, a little out of breath as well, cocking his eyebrow questioningly. His hair was a mess from all the tugging, his kiss swollen lips were looking absolutely delicious and his hazel eyes were dark with desire, all of which made Kurt curse him for looking so damn hot. “If I remember correctly, it was you that basically attacked me with your mouth.”

Kurt stared at him with wide eyes, speechless, his mind racing a mile a minute, desperately trying to decide what to do next. Anderson standing right in front of him, studying him with those damn hazel lustful eyes,  wasn't making the process any easier.

“Not that I was complaining , you know.” Blaine added, raking Kurt's body up and down with hungry expression. “So why don't we continue what you started?” He asked with a sultry smirk, taking a step closer.

Kurt immediately raised his hands to stop him. “Wh- what are you… Why?” He stammered. “You hate me.”

“True. But you're hot.” Blaine said, shrugging. “And I haven't gotten laid in ages. And I know you think I'm hot, too.” Seeing Kurt starting to reply, he shook his head. “Don't even try to deny it, gorgeous.”

Kurt clenched his fists and kept staring at Blaine. “You just got out of prison. This could be practically your return ticket.” He said, trying to sound calm and  collected, but, truth to be told, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so out of control.

“Only if anyone finds out.” Blaine said with a smirk, again, stepping closer.

“Why are you willing to risk everything?” Kurt asked, trying to ignore how breathy his voice had become.

Blaine took another step forward until he was right in front of the agent, chest to chest. “What's life without risk?” He whispered, his breath ghosting on Kurt's lips. He pressed himself further into Kurt's body. The agent resisted the urge to groan and fought to stay still, but he knew Blaine could feel how hard he was against his hip. The forger slowly trailed his lips along his jaw until he reached his ear.

“Come on, agent Hummel.” He hummed. “Live a little.”

Kurt shuddered and closed his eyes. It was wrong, so wrong and it definitely wasn't something he should do. He could feel one of Blaine's hands on his hip, pulling him closer and the other one slowly undoing his tie. When he felt it slipping from his neck, he realized that, somehow, his own hands were resting against Blaine's chest, gripping tightly on the leather jacket he was wearing. Feeling Blaine nip slightly at the lobe of his ear, he wasn't able to stop the little moan escaping from his mouth.

Hearing it, Blaine pulled back to look at Kurt. The agent was leaning his head against the door, panting and biting his bottom lip, eyes closed and cheeks flushed. The sight was truly sinful and Blaine was seconds away from dragging him to the bedroom. He managed to restrain himself, but suddenly, Hummel's eyes snapped open and Blaine had never seen them so dark and filled with desire. Before he had time to react, Kurt's mouth was on his again, and he was backing him forcefully in the direction of their rooms. Stumbling slightly, Blaine wrapped his arms around the agent's waist and shoved his tongue into Kurt's mouth, kissing back just as roughly. Blindly, Kurt started pawing at Blaine's jacket, trying to get it off the man, and as soon as he managed to throw it away, Blaine's hands moved to his shoulders to get rid of his suit jacket. He tossed it aside somewhere and, for once, Kurt didn't care about the wrinkles that he would for sure have to deal with later. Gracelessly, tripping over their feet and the furniture, they finally managed to get to the hall between their rooms and Kurt pulled them into his.

“I have the supplies.” He muttered against Blaine's lips, kicking the door open.

Blaine growled deep in his throat as they made their way through the room,  turning them right before his knees could hit the mattress and pushed Kurt hard down on the bed. The agent fell with a yelp and gave Blaine his best death glare which only made the forger smirk devilishly. Crawling on the bed, Blaine settled on top of him and reattached their lips. It was rough and messy, their kisses full of sheer want and lust, and while it wasn't something that Kurt was usually into, in that moment it felt way too good to stop. His brain seemed to short circuit, the only thing that mattered was Blaine's lips on his and the pressing of his hard cock against his hip. Few moments later, Blaine broke the kiss and moved his lips to Kurt's neck, raising his hips, careful to maintain the distance between their bodies. It didn't take long for the agent to start squirming impatiently.

“Are you going to do anything else besides sucking my neck?” He huffed in annoyance. “What are you, a vampire?”

Blaine chuckled darkly. “Bossy.” He muttered against Kurt's skin.

“Shut up—oh god.” Kurt started saying, but it quickly morphed into a long groan when Blaine thrusted his hips sharply against his.

“You were saying?” He asked sweetly, slowly and teasingly rocking against Kurt, making his blood boil.

“God, I hate you.” Kurt gasped, thrusting up to meet Blaine's movements, eliciting a muffled groan from him which went straight down to his cock.

“The feeling's mutual, darling.” Blaine murmured and moved his hands from Kurt's hips to start working on unbuttoning his shirt. Sensing him struggle, Kurt sighed in exasperation and sat up, pushing Blaine off him.

“You're so clumsy.” He said, rolling his eyes and making the quick work with the buttons and tossed his shirt on the floor.

“Fuck you.” Blaine snapped, glaring at him and pulling his t-shirt over his head.

“In a minute.” Kurt retorted with a smirk, lying back and grabbing Blaine's arms to pull him back on top of him, then wrapped one leg around his hip and used all his strength to turn them around, and straddled Blaine's hips, effectively pinning him down to the mattress.

From where he was lying, Blaine looked up and took in the sight of Hummel on top of him, his broad chest, well-toned arms, his tousled hair and dark eyes, and god, he couldn't remember the last time when he'd wanted someone that much.

“Just so you know, I don't bottom.” He said when the agent started unbuckling his belt.

“I figured.” Kurt replied, rolling his eyes and slightly grazed the zipper with his fingers, enjoying the way Anderson clearly fought to stay still and quiet. “And usually, neither do I. But I'm willing to make an exception.” He said and if someone had asked him, he couldn't have explained why he offered. The words stumbled out of his mouth before he even thought about them. Usually, he'd bottom only if he trusted the other person completely, which definitely wasn't happening with Anderson, but despite all of that, he wanted it so bad, the thought of being held down and fucked into the mattress making his whole body shiver with lust and need.

He slid down and pulled Blaine's jeans down, leaving him in a pair of tight black boxer briefs. His mouth watered at the sight of the clear outline of his cock and he got off the bed, ignoring Anderson's impatient growl, and slowly started to take off his own pants. As soon as they were on the floor and Kurt kneeled back on the bed, Blaine pulled him harshly pushed him on his back, kissing him hungrily.

“Fucking tease.” He growled against his lips, rutting their cocks together through the thin material of their underwear. “Lube?”

“The nightstand on your right, top drawer.” Kurt gasped, unable to stop his hips moving on their own accord.

Blaine pulled away and reached to the nightstand and, after a short moment, he found what he was looking for and grabbed a small bottle of lube and a box of condoms, and tossed them on the bed. In the meantime, Kurt got rid of his underwear and was lying on the bed, gloriously naked, lazily stroking himself. Blaine's brain short circuited at the sight of miles of pale skin at display and his eyes followed the slow movements of Kurt's hand. Sensing him watching, Kurt's eyes snapped open and the agent smirked.

“Like what you see, Anderson?” He asked, his voice sultry and thick with arousal. Seeing Blaine's glazed eyes, he raised his eyebrow. “Will I have to finish this by myself or will you get a grip and fuck me?” He added, panting slightly and speeding up the movements of his hand.

That seemed to bring Blaine back out of his stupor, he quickly took off his underwear and crawled back between Kurt's legs, already uncapping the lube. He slapped Kurt's hand away from his cock and coated his fingers with the lube. Slowly, he started circling Kurt's hole, rubbing teasingly and, judging by the noises the agent was making, driving him out of his mind. Kurt let out an annoyed whine, impatiently moving his hips, trying to make him do something and Blaine, being his asshole self, decided to make it a little bit more fun. Well, for him, at least. Without a warning, he pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscle, making Kurt yelp in surprise and pain.

“Fuck, you suck at this.” The agent spat as Blaine worked his finger roughly in and out, relishing in the way Hummel winced with every thrust of his finger.

“No, I just don't care.” He said and before Kurt had the time to get used to the burn, he added a second finger, eliciting another angry sound from the man.

“Ugh, fuck.” Kurt hissed in pain, shutting his eyes and gripping tightly on the sheets. He gritted his teeth and tried to force his body to relax to ease the uncomfortable burn, because seriously, Anderson was awful at this. Suddenly, Blaine scissored his fingers and pushed them deeper, brushing against his prostate and Kurt was unable to stop himself from moaning. That didn't last for long though, because just as he was getting lost in pleasure, Blaine, without saying anything, added a third finger, making Kurt wince and curse again.

“You asshole.” He gasped, feeling Blaine's fingers move quickly back and forth and bit his lip when the forger crooked his fingers, trying to stop himself from moaning, because he would not give him the satisfaction. Kurt would never, ever admit this, but, even though it hurt like a bitch, the part of him liked Anderson being rough like that, it was so fucking hot. He started to move his hips, trying to fuck himself on his fingers, gasping and throwing his head back when they hit his prostate again.

“That's enough, c-come on.” He stuttered out, grabbing the condom from the bed and tossing it in Anderson's direction. He bit back a whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness when the forger removed his fingers and stared at him hungrily as he teared the wrap with his teeth and rolled the condom on his hard cock.

Blaine groaned quietly as he coated himself in lube. He stroked his cock a few times and then positioned himself between Kurt's widely spread legs. He leaned forward and claimed the agent's lips in a hard kiss and lined up with his entrance. He could feel Kurt's body tense beneath him as he brushed the tip of his cock against his hole. The agent let out a broken moan as he pushed in, going agonizingly slowly until he bottomed out. He stilled and one could think that he was trying to be gentle and let Hummel get used to the stretch, but that wasn't the case at all. There was nothing more Blaine wanted than to slam forcefully into him and pound into him mercilessly, but that would have to wait, because if he'd gone any faster, he would have probably come right away. It had been way too long and Blaine wasn't going to let it finish before he even had the time to enjoy himself. It wasn't that he'd lived in celibate while he'd been in jail, hooking up there was much easier than someone would have thought. But mostly, it had consisted of rushed handjobs, sometimes blowjobs, finding someone who would let Blaine fuck them had been quite a challenge and hadn't happened very often. That's why the tightness surrounding his cock was so overwhelming and made his whole body buzz with pleasure, need and excitement, and Blaine had to stop for a second, and closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths.

As Blaine hovered above him, Kurt gripped his arms tightly, breathing through his nose, trying to get used to the stretch. He almost forgot how good it felt, the burn so intense yet so welcome, Blaine's cock filling him up in the best way possible. He was about to say something snarky and make him move, when Blaine started grinding his hips lightly, making the words die in his throat, but it still wasn't enough. At that rate, Kurt was surely going to go crazy, so he buried his fingers in Blaine's curls and yanked him forward, crashing their lips together. He kissed him harshly, moving his hips up, trying to meet Blaine's shallow thrusts. He whimpered in frustration and ended the kiss with a rough bite on his bottom lip, and slightly pulled his head back, just enough to talk.

“Why don't you finish your teasing games, Anderson - ” He panted hoarsely against his mouth. “-and fuck me, like we both want to.” He basically growled in impatience.

Blaine's eyes snapped open and for a split second they stared at each other, breathing heavily, pupils blown wide, hazel and blue in their eyes barely visible. Then, a slow smirk spread across his face and Blaine turned his head to nip on Kurt's earlobe.

“I knew you wanted it, pretty boy.” He whispered and without giving Kurt a chance to reply he pulled out almost entirely and slammed back into him, making the other man scream in ecstasy. Bracing himself on his arms, he started thrusting in and out, burying himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. They managed to build a rhythm, fast and rough, but so perfect, Blaine snapping his hips sharply and Kurt thrusting up to meet his movements. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were their ragged breaths, moans of pleasure and their skin slapping together.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrists and pinned them above his head, just like in his dream. The sight of Kurt Hummel, usually so cold and composed, falling apart underneath him, uninhibited and completely at his mercy almost made him come right on the spot. Instead, he gripped his wrists tighter and changed the angle, and the sounds Hummel was making proved that he was hitting just the right spot. His head was spinning with arousal and lust and it only made him thrust faster and faster, and he could feel himself so close to the edge that he could barely breath.

Kurt didn't have any energy left in him to make any noise, so he just gasped through his open mouth with every slam of Blaine's hips while he was being fucked harder than he'd ever been before. He tried to struggle as Anderson pinned his wrists above his head, but at that moment he was so much stronger and managed to hold him down easily and Kurt loved it. Another thing he'd never admit out loud. He knew he'd have bruises on his wrists and probably on his neck, seeing as Blaine was once again sucking on that spot that was making Kurt mewl in pleasure, but his brain was in no state to process that fact, let alone give a damn. He could feel the heat boiling down in his stomach and he knew he was close, Blaine fucking him hard and so right, the friction on his cock trapped between their bodies, it was all too much. The orgasm hit him like a freight train as he came with a long moan, come spurting from his untouched cock on their chests.

Blaine let out a guttural growl when he felt Kurt clenching around him, the tightness almost unbearable and it only took a few thrust to drive him over the edge and he came, biting hard on Hummel's shoulder. Letting go of his wrists, he collapsed on top of him, not caring about the mess. For a while, they lied still, their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breaths. After a few minutes, Blaine lifted himself up and pulled out, making Kurt hiss, and plopped down on the other side of the bed with a huff. He tied the condom up and threw it into the small bin standing next to the bed.

Kurt lied on his back, arms still stretched above his head, his body blissfully pliant after the best sex he'd had in a while. Relaxed and sated, he was absolutely ready to take a nap when his brain started to signalize that something wasn't quite right. Kurt tried to silence the annoying voice in his head, he was exhausted and his brain should know better than try to think after sex.

That's right, sex.

Sex. With Blaine Anderson. Kurt's eyes snapped open in panic and his breath hitched.

He'd just had sex with Blaine Anderson. The convicted criminal that was out of prison only thanks to the deal with the FBI. He, an FBI agent, had just slept with Blaine Anderson. While being his supervising agent.

“I thought it'd take you way less time to start freaking out.” The nonchalant voice brought him back from the turmoil of thoughts in his head. His head snapped to his right where Anderson was lying on his side, his head propped up on his left hand. He was staring at him with a smug smirk on his face, his eyes glinting devilishly. Kurt stared right back, his eyes widening as the realization of what they'd done slowly dawned on him.

“Oh my god.” He gasped and sat up abruptly, wincing slightly, he was going to be sore for days after Blaine fucked him so hard… “Oh my god.”

“I kind of thought that was what you would be screaming, but you weren't quite as vocal as I expected.” Blaine said, lying on his back and stretching lazily.

“Oh god, can you be serious for a moment?!” Kurt exclaimed, grabbing a blanket from the floor, not even wanting to think about how it got there, and covering himself with it. “Do you have any idea how bad it is what we've done?!”

“Okay, first of all? Stop being so modest, I had my dick deep in your ass not even ten minutes ago, there's no need to be shy.” Blaine said, sitting up and tugging on the blanket with a smirk. Seeing Kurt's death glare, not quite as powerful as it was also full of panic, he rolled his eyes. “Second of all.” He continued. “Do you expect the fact that we fucked to be all over the news tomorrow or something? Because otherwise, I don't see a problem.”

“I'll lose my job, this will be the end of my career, oh my-“

“Hummel! Calm the fuck down.“ He interrupted and seeing him shut up, he continued. “Are you planning to tell anyone about it?”

“Of course not, are you out of your mind-“

“Neither am I.” Blaine cut him off again. “So I think we're good.”

Kurt looked at him incredulously. “But you are… You could…” He didn't finish the thought, too afraid to give Anderson any ideas. But apparently, the forger could read him like an open book.

“Hummel, ratting on you and getting you fired, no matter how appealing it sounds, would most likely send be back to jail.” He said in amusement. He glanced down on his chest and winced, seeing the drying come on his body. “And now I need a shower, so I'll leave you and your panic mode alone.”

Not bothering to put anything on, he got up. When he reached the door, he turned his head back to look at the agent who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped up in a blanket, gripping it tightly, as if he hoped it would shield him from all the troubles and worries. He looked so lost and miserable, and Blaine felt something stir inside his chest .

“Hey.” He called out before his brain had the time to comprehend what he was doing. Kurt's head snapped up and he looked at him with wide, distressed eyes and Blaine was struck by how their colour changed. They were a mix of grey and blue, tainted with worry, and the forger was amazed by how unguarded they were at the moment. “Stop worrying.” He said and he was probably just as surprised as Hummel if not more by how soft his voice sounded. He quickly turned around and left the room and, after grabbing some clothes from his bedroom, he headed to the bathroom.

Kurt sat still, waiting for Blaine to close the bathroom door behind him and then he got up, walking up to the mirror standing in his room. Loosening the blanket a little, he took in his disheveled appearance. He eyed the multiple hickeys on his neck, the bite mark on his shoulder and smiled bitterly at the sight of already forming bruises on his wrists – it would be a hell of a challenge to cover it all up before going to work tomorrow. He sighed and looked up, noticing how his eyes, despite getting more grey, as they always did when he was stressed, how despite all of that, they held a little sparkle in them. It had been a while since he saw it there, Kurt couldn't even remember when was the last time he felt this… alive, even though his heart was still a little heavy from worrying. Shaking his head, he stepped from the mirror to grab some clothes from his dresser, he refused to believe that sleeping with Anderson had anything to do with that. Once again, he blamed his body for a human reaction. Dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a plain t-shirt, cringing slightly at the dried come on his chest, he took in the mess in his room, clothes on the floor and bent down to pick up his pants and shirt. After folding them, he went to the living room where he found more discarded pieces of clothing. Interesting, he thought as he laid them on the couch, he couldn't even remember how they got rid of them in the first place. Not knowing what to do with himself, he walked to the counter and leaned against it on propped elbows, his back to the hall between their bedrooms. Staring in the distance, he kept thinking much more calmly though than before. Maybe Anderson was right. Maybe it all will be okay.

So lost in thought, he completely missed the shower turning off and the bathroom door opening. He didn't realize he wasn't alone in the room until he felt the press of a warm body against his back. He instinctively tensed, but Blaine's hands on his hips and soft lips against his neck made him relax and he simply couldn't explain why, he knew that he definitely should react in an opposite way.

“Are you done freaking out?” Blaine murmured against his neck, his wet curls tickling his cheek.

“We can't do this.” Kurt replied though his voice sounded weak even to him. “We can't.”

Blaine chuckled quietly behind him. “You sound so convincing. But-“ He said, his teeth grazing teasingly on the lobe of Kurt's ear. “-life's too short too even care at all.” He hummed quietly and squeezed Kurt's hips before letting go, and Kurt instantly missed the warmth of his body, so distracting yet so calming at the same time.

Not moving from his spot, he heard Blaine shuffling away and a quiet “think about it” as he left the room, leaving Kurt, once again, conflicted and with a mess of thoughts in his head.