July 7, 2012, 12:42 p.m.
Angel of Music: Learn to be lonely
E - Words: 1,599 - Last Updated: Jul 07, 2012 Story: Closed - Chapters: 15/? - Created: Feb 06, 2012 - Updated: Jul 07, 2012 302 0 0 0 0
The door opened and a slightly disheveled and out of breath Blaine appeared. His face lit up with a smile as he motioned for Kurt to come in.
“What were you doing?” Kurt asked; he located a chair by the window and sat in it.
“I was just trying to find some extra blankets and pillows and stuff. I forgot that the guest room never gets used so the blankets probably smell awful. Though I’d be nice and change them for you.” Blaine explained as he went through his closet. He reached for the top shelf and pulled down a plush blue blanket, “It’s only a queen sized bed, I hope that’s okay.”
Kurt, who was used to his twin bed at home, laughed and shook his head, “Yeah, that’s fine.”
He sighed and Blaine turned to face him, frowning slightly, “Anything wrong?”
“Oh- uh- nothing at all, you don’t need to worry about it.” Kurt said with a smile. He grabbed some of the pillows Blaine had set on the floor for him, “So which way to the guest room?”
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As Kurt lay in bed that night, he couldn’t stop his mind from reeling. Why was he at Blaine’s house? What was he expecting to happen when he walked inside? Did he think that Blaine would rush into his arms and they would live happily ever after?
He looked at the clock, it was one in the morning and his life couldn’t suck anymore. He pushed off the blankets and sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the noises that filtered through the apartment. He could barely hear the snoring of Blaine in the next room, but his heart still faltered at the familiar noise.
He walked out of the guest room towards Blaine’s door. He placed a palm on it and breathed in. He could feel Blaine’s presence at his fingertips. Slowly, but quietly, he placed his forehead and sighed. This was a close as he could get to Blaine tonight without jumping his bones, and he was okay with that.
That’s when the door opened and Kurt went falling into a pair of strong arms. When had Blaine stopped snoring? Was Kurt so out of it that he hadn’t realized that the noise in the apartment had gone silent? He looked up to Blaine’s face and smiled, “Oh what are you doing up? I was just trying to find the bathroom!”
“I couldn’t sleep with you in the next room.” Blaine admitted; Kurt gasped in surprise at the admission and felt a blush cover his cheeks.
“Me too actually…” Kurt smiled and took himself out of Blaine’s arms.
“Would you uh- did you want to sleep in my bed tonight?” Blaine casually asked. He had been planning on having Kurt sleep in his bed tonight anyway, “I mean… not like THAT or anything. I was just wondering and oh god I’m making a fool of myself and now I’m rambling and god I should just shut up now.”
A small laugh escaped Kurt’s lips, “Sure, I usually can’t sleep unless I’m hugging something anyway.”
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Blaine woke up around four in the morning to his front attached firmly to Kurt’s back. His feet were tangled with Kurt’s and his right arm was casually thrown over the blue eyed boys’ stomach, holding his arm in place with Kurt’s hand. He placed a small kiss on Kurt’s temple and tried to snuggle into his neck for the rest of the night when he felt Kurt press himself closer into Blaine’s back.
“Blaine… Blaine…”
Blaine listened in surprise. Was Kurt actually saying his name in his sleep? What could he possibly be dreaming about? He leaned in closer and wrapped his arm tighter around Kurt’s midsection and brought his lips to rest lightly on Kurt’s neck.
“Blaine…”
He smiled; Kurt was actually dreaming about him. He wondered what type of dream Kurt was having from his breathy voice and stiff body. He pressed another kiss, with a bit more pressure to Kurt’s neck, sucking slightly to begin leaving a purpling mark.
“Blaine, that tickles.”
Blaine pulled back and stared at what he THOUGHT had been Kurt’s sleeping figure. Kurt turned around and stared at Blaine with a tinge of amusement glistening in his eyes. Blaine smiled awkwardly and lay down, turning his back to Kurt, “Sorry.”
“Why were you kissing my neck?” Kurt dared to ask.
Blaine froze. Should he tell Kurt that he had heard Kurt say his name in his sleep? Was Kurt even sleeping during that time, or was he just being a complete creep? “I- uh- thought you were sleeping.”
Kurt laughed, “Do you normally molest someone’s neck while they’re sleeping?”
“Only you,” Blaine teased, “Only ever you.”
Blaine was just about to close his eyes when he felt Kurt’s lips attach to his jaw, traveling across the line of stubble he had let overgrow for his part in the musical, “Your hair tickles.” He made his way over to Blaine’s earlobe and began nibbling at it. Blaine felt a groan deep in his throat as Kurt turned him from his side position onto his back so that he could straddle Blaine.
Blaine began moving his hands underneath Kurt’s shirt, feeling the lean muscle underneath him ripple as he went agonizingly slow up his stomach. His hands grazed Kurt’s nipples, stopping there when Kurt gasped and pressed into Blaine hands, his half-hard erection pressing roughly against Blaine’s.
“K-Kurt!” Blaine cried out as he thrust up in pleasure. He wanted more. He wanted to touch, feel, and taste as much of Kurt as he could. He caught Kurt’s lips with his own and nibbled slightly on his bottom lip so that he could get his tongue; pressing in and tasting all that he could.
Kurt began moving his body so he could lie on top of Blaine. He slowly stared sliding his hand down and began taking off Blaine’s wife-beater, then taking off his own; throwing them both on the floor without another thought. He brought his attention back to the writhing boy underneath of him. He began kissing Blaine’s chest, pinning his arms to his sides, “No touching.”
Blaine’s vision filled with stars; heat began to pool at the bottom of his stomach. He arched up under Kurt’s lips, his dick throbbing as it hit Kurt’s stomach, “Please- please Kurt.”
Kurt pulled himself up slowly so he could drag his body up Blaine, creating as much friction as he could. Kurt took Blaine’s lips; it was a battle of tongue and teeth as they both battled for dominance. Kurt reached one hand down and began stroking Blaine’s through his boxers.
“Does that feel good Blaine? Does it? Tell me what you want me to do.” Kurt looked into Blaine’s eyes, searching for something.
“I- oh god, Kurt! Let me touch you, please let me touch you!” Blaine cried out as Kurt applied a bit more pressure on his cock.
“Okay.” Kurt whispered into his ear.
Blaine reached forward and his hand down Kurt’s back, into his sweats, pushing past his briefs and grabbing Kurt’s soft ass in his hands, “Oh god, still perfect and mine. All mine.”
Kurt’s laughs came out breathless as Blaine pressed one of his fingers into his puckered hole. Not in, but just enough that Kurt could feel the pressure. He thrusted into Blaine and groaned, “Blaine… oh god Blaine, I want you so much.”
Their breathing was labored and intense. They were so caught up in each other that they didn’t realize that what they were doing was completely against the musical company’s code of ethics, and even Kurt’s personal oath to never have sexual relations with any of the actors, but this wasn’t just any actor, this was Blaine.
“I love you.” Kurt began kissing Blaine’s neck feverously again, focusing his attention elsewhere and not on whether or not Blaine would answer back.
Blaine shivered with an anticipation he had never felt before. Those three words did so much more than any beg, pant, or plead he had ever heard leave Kurt’s lips and he was caught by surprise. Obviously Kurt was scared of Blaine’s reaction so he continued on; leaving as many marks on Blaine’s skin as he could. He hadn’t left any time for Blaine to answer.
Kurt slipped his hand up Blaine’s boxers and palmed him through the very light fabric, “Come for me.” He whispered into Blaine’s ear.
Blaine cried out as he thrusted into Kurt’s hand who stroked him through his orgasm. Stars filled the skies and everything was perfect.
“I love you.” He whispered. That’s all it took and Kurt was coming in his pants, collapsing onto the bed beside Blaine and smiling. He laced Blaine’s fingers with his own.
They both fell asleep turned towards each other, holding hands.
Sometime during the night Kurt disengaged himself out of Blaine’s grasp, gathered his things and headed home. Just because Blaine had said that he loved Kurt didn’t mean that he wanted to be with Kurt. He had pointed that out when Kurt first admitted he wanted Blaine in his life once more.
Blaine opened his eyes and looked over to the empty side of his large bed. He rolled over to the side Kurt had been on and pressed his face into the pillow. Kurt.