July 19, 2014, 7 p.m.
Out: Stay
E - Words: 4,621 - Last Updated: Jul 19, 2014 Story: Complete - Chapters: 81/? - Created: Jul 19, 2014 - Updated: Jul 19, 2014 233 0 0 0 0
Kurt bundled his blankets under his nose, tangling his legs in the messy pile. Sighing, he stretched his arms out on both sides and patted for Blaine, sitting up when he didnt feel him. "Blaine?" He chirped, then bit his lip as he remembered that he wasnt in Ohio anymore. "Hm..." Checking his phone, he frowned at the sight of his screen saver, showing that his and Blaines call had ended, but he had a little message icon in the corner. Clicking it open, he saw that it was a text message from Blaine, Good morning, beautiful.
He helplessly giggled and kissed his phone, pushing his blankets down his legs. Sliding his feet out, Kurt squeaked, "Oh, cold feet! Cold feet!" He buried his feet under the blankets again and searched his room for his suitcase. It was a few inches away from his bed so he slid off, leaving his legs tucked into the sheets, and held himself up with one hand and dug through his suitcase with the other. He found a pair of fuzzy socks and happily grabbed them, but shrieked when he almost fell on his face.
Scrambling back onto his bed, he lifted one foot and slipped his sock on, then the other. From his doorway, he heard a low laugh, "Why is everything so dramatic with you? Youve been awake for five minutes but youve already made enough noise to wake a neighborhood."
Kurt hopped off his bed and knelt by his luggage, pulling out his robe. "Im not dramatic. Im just excited! Its my first day back in France. Oh, Aunt Laurice, can we please visit some of the shops?"
She smirked at him, "Whatever you want, Mr. Diva. But get something in your belly first."
"Mm hm." Kurt tied his robe and followed her down the stairs. "What do we have to make breakfast with? Im in the mood for toast and scrambled eggs... That sounds so yummy."
"Um..." Walking into the kitchen, she opened her fridge. "I have eggs... and milk. I should have bread. You know the kitchen better than I do... check everything out." She started to go back into the living room, but paused in the doorway. "Oh, Kurt... do you remember this?" Pointing at a few scratches in the wall, she smiled. "We measured you every year. Look at how little you were."
Kurt smiled, "Oh, thats so sweet. I need to remind Blaine to start doing that with Archer and Hunter when theyre big enough to stand."
"Are Archer and Hunter those babies you told me about?" She sat down on the couch in the living room and opened her directory of every place in the city. "Kurt, we have to go see this new Hawaiian themed restaurant on the other side of the city. Ive heard that its great."
"Hawaiian?" Kurt cracked a few eggs over a skillet. "Ive never had Hawaiian food."
"And Ive never seen a Hawaiian man." She shook her head in disappointment. "I want to, though."
Blushing, Kurt laughed, "You can flirt with all the men you like when we go. I already have the best man of them all." He put the skillet on the stove, "Oh, Aunt Laurice, Archer and Hunter are the sweetest little things. Archer looks just like Blaine, and Hunters a little more playful. Look on my phone... I have hundreds of pictures of them."
"Will do," she picked his phone up off the table, then frowned at it. "Hey, Kurt? Where did you say you met that Brody guy?"
Kurt also frowned, "On the plane... just yesterday. Why do you ask?"
"He sent you another text." She ran a hand through her hair. "He asked you to send him a picture of you in your pajamas." Glancing up at him, she furrowed her brows, "Does he know that youre engaged?"
"Yes, I told him." Kurt assured her.
Her frown deepened, "Kurt, I want you to stay away from him." Setting his phone down, she crossed her arms. "You dont need to be around boys like that. Youre better than that."
"Mm hm..." Kurt went back to his cooking, but he suddenly felt very worried. Had Brody been flirting with him? He didnt know whether to tell Brody to go away or not. He didnt seem like a threat, but his aunt seemed very concerned about it. Switching the subject, Kurt chirped, "Do you still like your eggs light brown?"
"Yes, thats great." She smiled at him. "Thanks for cooking. Its definitely not my talent."
Flipping her eggs off the skillet and onto a plate, Kurt murmured, "We need to get you into a cooking class... or get you a man."
She laughed aloud at that, "When I need a man to move my furniture or cook for me because I get so fed up with burning water, Ill get one. I dont have the patience for a relationship... I get frustrated just working puzzles."
"You just havent found the right man." Kurt pointed out, "Who knows, maybe one of those luau men will catch your eye for more than a night of flirting."
His aunt threw her head back with a noisy laugh, "As if. Youre the only boy I need, Kurt. Speaking of need... I need food. Are my eggs done yet?"
Kurt wrinkled his nose at her, "You also need patience. Theyll be done in a minute... I just need to salt them."
Kicking her feet up on the coffee table, she flipped through the directory a few more times, "Mm... look at this, Kurt. They just built a new mall a few cities away from here. It has a water park in it. You can enjoy the shoes, and I can enjoy being splashed in the face by freezing water."
Kurt giggled, carrying her eggs out to her. "If we go there, youre not going anywhere near that water park. Itll prune your hands and feet and dry you out. But Id be happy to go shopping with you. We both need wardrobe updates... I have to buy the latest French styles..." he looked at her array of baggy sweats and a tank top, "and you just need to buy whats latest."
She laughed and threw one of her eggs at him, much to his surprise. "If you think youre putting me in something with ribbons and glitter, youre mistaken, Mr. Diva."
"You threw an egg at me!" He frowned at the mess on the table, forcing himself to pick it up. Instead of throwing it away, he tossed it at her and laughed as it landed in her hair.
She flicked it off and it fell between the couch cushions. Kurt laughed so hard that tears rolled down his cheeks, "Oh, thats disgusting!"
She ignored it and crossed her arms, "I would get it out, but I dont know what else is down there. Probably popcorn... raisins... maybe the remote for my last TV." She shrugged, "Ill hire a cleaner."
"Gross." Taking a step away from her, he returned to his kitchen, "I wont sit on that couch again."
"You know, your mom used to say that all the time about our room." Crossing her ankles, she flipped through the directory one more time. "So, where do you want to go, sweetie? Theres an aquarium a few cities away where you can pet some of the fish. Or we could stay close to home. Whatever you want."
"Hm..." Kurt tapped his chin, but was interrupted by the laptop dinging. He opened it and squeaked when he saw a Skype IM from Blaine, I want to see your face, pretty thing. "Oh! Aunt Laurice, can I take the laptop up to my room? Its Blaine."
"Sure, sweetie. I can make my own toast... I think. If not, Ill just scrape off the burnt parts." Getting to her feet, she rubbed his shoulder as she walked by, "Take your time. I know you miss him."
"Thank you!" Kurt chirped, rushing up the stairs with the laptop. After he shut himself in his room, he sat down on his bed and clicked to answer the call. Almost immediately, Blaines disheveled face appeared, his night beard unshaved and his hair sticking up off his head. "Blaine!"
"Kurt." Blaine curved his lips. "Look at you... youre so beautiful. Ive missed seeing your face."
Kurt shyly ran his fingers through his hair, "I just woke up. But you look good, Blaine."
Snorting, Blaine reached off the camera when one of the babies cooed, "I havent even shaved. I just couldnt stop thinking about you all night... I didnt want to put off talking to you any longer by showering or getting ready."
"Your good morning text was very sweet, Blaine." Kurt smiled, "Thank you. And thank you for comforting me last night. I liked knowing that you were still there all night long."
Blaine shrugged with a small smile, "I like making you happy."
"Youre a very good fiancé." He smiled and untied his robe, slipping it off his shoulders. Blaines eyes narrowed and he looked closer at the screen. "You are such a boy!" Kurt squeaked, giggling. "This is all thats coming off."
"Im going crazy, Kurt." Blaine shook his head, sliding the laptop farther down his legs so Kurt could see his bulging groin. "I cant masturbate to pictures of you anymore... my hand is getting sore. You have to let me have Skype sex with you."
Kurt blushed again, "Skype sex? Oh, Blaine, Ive never had Skype sex before. Im nervous."
"You dont have to be nervous with me." Blaine assured him, rubbing a palm over his groin just to show Kurt what he wanted. "I love your body."
Making sure his door was shut, Kurt lowered his voice, "Ill try. Skype me tonight... when its late."
Blaine unconsciously licked his lips, "Kurt, I want this so much. Thank you."
"I should go now." Kurt smiled at him. "My aunt and I are going to see the city today. Ill miss you until tonight."
"Ill miss you, too." Blaine pressed his fingers to his mouth, then touched them to the camera. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too!" Kurt peeped, wriggling off his bed after the call ended. Humming to himself, Kurt knelt by his luggage case and pulled out a pretty, white dress he knew Blaine loved to see him in. He peeled his pajamas off then draped the dress over his head. It fell onto his body and he pushed his hands through the sleeves. "A sweater... I need a sweater. Hm..." Searching through his sweaters, Kurt picked a glittery, white one with three, big buttons on the front.
He slipped into it and buttoned it, then dug through his perfumes. "Mango is too fruity for white... Mm, my rose and lilac would go well with it." Thinking of the cologne he took from Blaine, Kurt excitedly unzipped his purse and pulled it out. He stuck it against his nose and sniffed the hard spices and cinnamon. "Oh, Blaine... it smells just like him!"
Without care that the cologne was far too masculine for his outfit and was meant for fall weather, Kurt spritzed his wrists and neck. "This is much better than any perfume I have." Kurt whispered, rubbing the tiny droplets into his skin. He sprayed his room just to keep breathing in the smell of Blaine. He remembered how good it felt when Blaine wrapped his arms around him and all he could smell was the spicy cologne, and after they had sex when Kurt would lay his cheek on Blaines sweaty chest and smell the heightened spices, mixed with the drugging scent of sweat and come. The memories made Kurt shiver.
His aunt knocked on his door, "Are you ready to go, sweetie? Whoa... I didnt take you for a-" she paused to sniff, "-is that cinnamon and spice-kind of boy."
"Im not," Kurt smiled, getting to his feet and sticking the cologne back in his purse. "Well... I am. I just wouldnt..." he stopped trying to explain in such a confusing way and pointed at the purse, "Its Blaines. Im wearing it because it reminds me of him."
"Oh, sweetie," she rubbed his back. "Youll see him again, I promise. Come on, lets go get your mind off of things and see the city. Where do you want to go?"
"The ice cream store sounds nice." Kurt rubbed his belly, "Ive missed that ice cream. It was so good!"
Looping their arms, she grinned at him, "I havent been there in a while, either. I guess after you left... I didnt want to go without you. It was kind of like our weekend tradition." She guided him downstairs and out the door, and they started walking down the sidewalk. "So tell me about this Blaine of yours. Where did you two meet?"
"I first saw him in English class." Kurt did a little skip as he remembered the very moment he first saw Blaine Anderson. "He was sitting in the very back row. He had his hair grown out so long but I thought he was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. The teacher sat me next to him because there werent many seats left. I was intimidated... but Im so glad I came in late. He looked at me like I was the most peculiar thing... he wasnt mean, no. He was just... interested in me. And I was so curious about him, but I was scared. He was the quarterback of the football team and he seemed to be very popular and I thought he might have been a little mean... so I tried to stay away. But... he called me... and he was so nice to me on the phone. A little distant, but polite. A gentleman. He asked me how I was and was very respectful."
"And then what happened?" His aunt seemed totally intrigued by his story.
"His friends pulled a very mean prank on me." Kurt frowned and crossed his arms. "But he protected me. And... I felt safe when he got there. He told me he loved me very soon after that... and weve been a couple ever since then."
"And what about his proposal?" She pointed at his engagement ring. "Oh, Kurt, it had to have been romantic. Im so happy for you."
"It was very romantic." He sighed, grinning at her. "It was on my birthday. He had a good friend of ours... the same girl who gave us the baby... drive me up to the school. He was already there. I walked inside and there was this pathway of roses... it was the sweetest thing I had ever seen. It led me up to the English room, where we had met, and he was standing there. He was so nervous... but then he saw me and all of his nerves went away. He told me the most romantic things... I remember every word he said. He told me I was the love of his life and that I was perfect and that he didnt want what we have together to end... and then he got down on his knee and he proposed."
"Oh, Kurt!" She squealed and tugged him into her arms. "You deserve it, sweetie. You are the best boy I know. Blaine should be very grateful to have you."
"He is." Kurt nodded, "Hes never taken me for granted. He doesnt like to admit it but hes a gentleman. He always puts me first. I love him so much, Aunt Laurice."
"You made me want to get a man, Kurt." Laughing, she took his hand and turned a corner. "Come on, I know a shortcut to the ice cream store. Its just through here."
Kurt stopped walking as she led him toward a few alleyways. "Kurt, come on! Its just a shortcut."
"Guys, we shouldnt be back here. I dont like it."
"Nothing bad is going to happen."
Kurt gasped and took a step back, "Aunt Laurice, lets stay on the sidewalk. I dont mind walking a little farther."
She looked at him as if he had confused her, then she shook her head, "Alright. I guess you can see more of the city this way."
Kurt happily glued his feet to the sidewalk, looking back at those alleyways only once.
"Im getting cold." Kurt chirped, bundling his jacket tighter around himself. "Are we almost home? I feel lost."
Keegan looked back at him and grinned, "Its about a fifteen minute walk the way youre headed. Come on, lets cut through these alleyways. I bet we can get there in about five minutes if we do."
Kurt peeked into the alleyways both Keegan and Everett were starting to go into, and his bottom lip trembled, "It looks dark in there. Lets stay on the sidewalk."
Everett laughed, "Kurt, come on! Its just a shortcut."
Kurt started to follow them into the alleyways when a hooded man walked behind him, seeking his friends for comfort, "Guys, we shouldnt be back here. I dont like it."
"Nothing bad is going to happen." Keegan wrapped an arm around Everett. "Lets race to the house! The last one there obviously wore the wrong heels!" Shooting a devious grin at Kurt, Keegan ran off with Everett, who squealed and clutched his arm.
"Guys!" Kurt begged, splashing through the puddles and trying not to ruin his tights. "Wait, please!"
"Come on, Kurt!" Keegan laughed, and Everett poked his nose back around the corner. Keegan yanked him away and kissed him on the mouth. "Im right here. I wont let anything bad happen."
There was another splashing sound, and Kurt helplessly whipped around. He screamed at the sight of a towering man behind him, and he felt a little jostled when the mans meaty hands reached out. "Everett!" Keegan yelled as Everett was torn from his arms.
Kurt heard a crunching sound, and the horrible man yelled almost incoherently, "Fucking fags!" He threw Everett to the ground and ran away. Kurt lifted one hand to his hair and the other to his mouth, then looked down at Everett. Everetts head was thrown back, twisted the wrong way, and he was swallowing mouthfuls of blood.
Keegan dropped by his boyfriend and lifted him from the ground, "Everett! No! No! Please! I love you! Just open your eyes..."
Kurt pulled his blankets up to his chin and he clicked the laptop screen on. He typed in an IM, Blaine?
There was an instant call from Blaines laptop, and Kurt answered it. Blaine grinned at him, "Hello."
Tugging his knees to his chest, Kurt rested his chin on them, "Its so good to see your face. Is it okay to Skype now?"
"Any time." Blaine whispered, "I think the familys still awake, but I just put the babies down. How was your day?"
"Oh, Blaine, it was wonderful." Smiling, Kurt untied his bathrobe and let it slip off his shoulders. Like that morning, Blaines eyes narrowed. "I had ice cream with my aunt, and then we came home and watched movies. I taught her how to cook a little. Im having fun but I miss being home. I miss being with you."
"Im still here." Blaine assured him. "Im thinking about building the babies a swing set."
"Oh, a swing set!" Kurt put his fingertips to his lips, "Blaine, you must! Thatd be so sweet. Mm... if you do build it, be sure to take pictures of them. I want to see their sweet faces again. I miss them so much."
Blaine chuckled, "Ill take as many pictures as you like."
Kurts smile widened, and he reached for the hem of his dress. "I thought about you all of today... I told my aunt about how we met, how you proposed to me... and I thought about all of the ways youll make the perfect husband for me."
"Mm?" Blaine grinned as Kurt started to lift his dress. "Were there many of them?"
"Thousands." Kurt whispered, his eyes gleaming. "And I realized that Im not nervous about this... not with you."
"You want to do it?" Blaines eyes darkened and his jaw clenched. "Oh, baby... take your dress off. I want to see you."
Kurt slid his dress over his head and tossed it aside, leaving himself exposed in lacy spankies. Blaines jaw dropped, "Is that... lace?"
Kurt nodded with a smile, "Yes. Do you like them?"
"Fuck." was the only thing Blaine said. "Can you spread your legs? Kurt... I-" he stopped talking and shook his head. "I dont think Ill last much longer."
Scooting away from the laptop, Kurt sat down on his pillow and slowly spread his thighs. Blaines mouth fell open and his breathing got heavier, "Fuck... okay... cup your hand over it."
Smiling at Blaines obvious arousal, Kurt lowered his hand between his thighs and covered himself. He felt his soft skin through the holes in the lace, and it felt very good. Rubbing his small cock through the thin lace, Kurt whimpered. His hips lifted into his hand. "Oh, Kurt!" Blaine convulsed as if he was the one being touched. "Keep rubbing. Stroke it with your thumb."
Quickly unbuttoning his shirt, Blaine ripped out of it and threw it aside. Kurt watched as he unzipped his pants, then pushed them down to his feet. His engorged cock had made a little tent out of his boxers. "You look so hot right now..." Blaine growled, frantically peeling his boxers off. "Touch your nipple. Its so tight, Kurt..."
Lifting his fingers to his nipple, Kurt pinched it. He swiveled his fingers around his cock, scratching it through the fabric with his fingernail. "Oh, Blaine..." Grabbing his entire cock, Kurt pushed up on it. "Oh..."
At that little sound Blaines cock stabbed his belly button. He grabbed it in his right hand and gave it a hard tug. "Take your panties off." He begged. "Take them off. I cant-Kurt, I cant-"
Kurt stood up from his bed and tilted his laptop so Blaine could see all of him. Hooking his fingers in his spankies, Kurt slid them an inch down his hips. Blaine swore again and twisted his fingers around his cock. "Kurt!"
Turning around, Kurt pushed them down his thighs and bent over so Blaine could see his tiny hole, then he picked up his spankies. He draped them on his laptop so Blaine could still see him. Blaines face was bright red, "Put your hands on your butt."
Spinning again, Kurt grabbed his butt cheeks. "Peel them apart and bend over."
Bending completely over, Kurt kept them apart. "Oh, Kurt..." he could hear Blaine moan. "I want to lick your little hole. I want to bite your nipples."
Kurt moaned. Sliding his finger into his ass crack, Kurt tickled his hole. "Do you want to be inside of me?"
"Yes." Blaines voice sounded desperate, "Lick your finger and put it in. So deep, Kurt."
Lifting his hand, Kurt stuck his finger in his cheek and lapped his tongue over it. He glanced over his shoulder at Blaine and pulled his finger out, swiveling his tongue around the tip as he did. "Oh, Blaine..." He lowered to the bed and laid back, spreading his knees in front of the camera. Blaine made a sound like Kurt had never heard before.
"Fuck, baby!" He almost yelled.
Lifting his hips from the mattress, Kurt slid his finger between his butt cheeks. He peeled them apart again and tickled his hole. "Oh!" Pushing his finger inside, Kurt wiggled it.
"Deeper." Blaine begged, "Curl it."
Kurt crooked his finger and slid it farther in, and he listened to Blaine panting. Pre-cum dripped onto his hand. Pushing on a bundle of nerves, Kurt cried out and his butt smacked the bed. "Oh, Blaine!"
"Baby, Im so hard right now." Blaines voice sounded weak, broken. "Sit up. I want to see your face."
Kurt sat up and saw Blaine on the screen, his face wrecked and his hair messy from tugging it. He was almost yanking on his cock, pre-cum spitting out of the tip and running over the veiny shaft. "Blaine," Kurt whimpered.
"Get on your hands and knees. Put your butt up higher." Blaine demanded, his voice suddenly deep and guttural. He didnt have much further to go.
Kurt climbed onto his hands and knees and pointed his butt at the ceiling. "You have such a cute butt," Blaine whispered, staring at it. "I want to kiss it and bite it."
"Oh..." Kurts hands trembled and he curled his fingers into the blankets. "Blaine... if you dirty talk any more I wont last much longer."
"Wrap your fingers around your cock." Blaine watched as Kurts shaky hand found his cock and grabbed it. "Tell me what it feels like. You look so swollen and wet... I want to taste you. I want to put my mouth between your thighs."
Tears dripped off Kurts cheeks, "Its soft... but its very stiff."
"Rub it and then lick your palm." Blaine growled, his chest lifting and dropping faster than it should have.
Rubbing his hand up and down, Kurt lifted his hand and licked the palm. "Its sweet... like cherries. Can you rub yours and lick your palm?"
Blaine did as he was told and grinded his hand against his throbbing cock, then he slid his tongue against his palm. "Its salty. It tastes good."
"Spread your cheeks," Kurt more asked than said, but Blaine was more than willing to grab his ass cheeks and pull them apart. "Stick your finger inside. It feels good."
Blaine stroked between his ass cheeks, circling his tiny hole. He shoved his finger inside and his hips lifted, "Oh, Kurt... I want it to be you. Either your wet cock slipping into me and slapping my walls... or your pretty head between my thighs... your tongue licking everywhere inside of me." He convulsed as he found his prostate, "Fuck, Kurt!"
"Blaine!" Kurt squeaked, more tears leaking from his eyes. He pinched his nipple again and rubbed until it was almost sore and red. "Blaine! Blaine!"
Blaine hit his orgasm seconds before Kurt, and Kurt came moments after him. Kurt listened to Blaine shaking the bed, the rails slamming into the wall. "Kurt!" He yelled.
"Oh, Blaine!" After he regained control of his spasming body, Kurt fell onto his sheets and he buried his face into them. He couldnt catch his breath, and neither could Blaine from his heavy breathing. Lifting his eyes to the screen, Kurt saw Blaine starting to shift and look up at Kurt. "Blaine..."
"I love you so much," Blaine shook his head. "Spread your legs. I want to see what Ive done to you."
Spreading his shaky legs, Kurt showed him the mess of come between his thighs, streaks of pink cock under a pool of white. Blaine smiled at him, "I like what I see. Youre so beautiful..."
Kurt trembled as he hardened a little, "Blaine, I dont think Im finished..."
Blaine looked at his pink cock, "Touch yourself."
Poking his cock, Kurt moaned as he stiffened under his touch. "Definitely not..." Blaine groaned, "and neither am I. Not after seeing that. Let me pleasure you again. Roll onto your stomach."
Kurt eagerly did as he was told. "Now rub your body up and down and say my name. Spread your legs."
Rubbing his body against the mattress, Kurt spread his legs so Blaine could see his loosened, come dripping hole. "Oh, Blaine... this feels very good."
"Grab your butt." Blaine whispered, already getting painfully hard. When Kurt grabbed his butt, Blaine muttered, "Spank yourself. Gently. Pretend its me."
Kurt spanked his butt and the cheeks jiggled. Blaine moaned. "Oh, baby..." he reached up and tweaked his nipple. "Youre so hot... so fucking sexy..."
Whimpering, Kurt convulsed and quickly came. "Oh, Blaine..."
"Finished?" Blaine growled, knowing exactly what he would say.
"No, I want more." He pleaded.
Blaine smiled, not losing his stiffness for a moment. "Turn around and lift your legs. Rub that little sac under your cock."
Kurt rolled over and sat up again, lifting one of his legs into the air. He rubbed his little sac, feeling it bounce against the backs of his fingers, "Oh, Blaine... Blaine..."
"Kurt... I love you..." Blaine groaned and clenched his cock.
Kurt arched into his fingers, "You make me feel so good... I love you, too..."