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Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder: Chapter 37


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Story: Complete - Chapters: 86/86 - Created: Jun 01, 2012 - Updated: Jun 01, 2012
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Chapter 37

Blaine awoke to the feeling of his shoulder slightly rising and falling. With his eyes still shut, he took in the feeling of his cheek on soft skin, his legs wrapped up with other legs, a delicate hand draped down his back, his arm extended down a lean bodice, and his hand cuffing around a hip. Kurt's hip, Blaine thought. Kurt's everything. It made him grin. Even after a night like they had, Kurt still smelled to die for in the morning. Blaine inhaled the deep scent of lotions Kurt must have used before he arrived the night before. These were the very scents that often turned Blaine on when he caught a whiff of them during intimate times.

"I know you're not sleeping," cooed Kurt as he began rubbing his hand across Blain's shirtless back.

Blaine responded by moaning and rolling his body against Kurt as he pulled the countertenor closer, pretending to stretch. "Good morning." He fluttered his eyes open and kissed Kurt on the pulse point of his neck. He relaxed back down and inhaled another intoxicating scent. "Remember that story you told me about Thad hitting on you?"

"Yeah. I try to block that memory out, but yes I remember telling you."

"What was it he said to you at the party? The pick up line?"

"Um- Something like 'you look delicious.' Why?"

"Just something made me think of it. I really wanted to say that you smelled delicious, but I didn't know how that'd sound."

"It's morning, Blaine. I smell delicious?" Kurt looked at Blaine with a pleasant, disbelieving expression.

Blaine smiled wide and gave a quick nibble to Kurt's neck. "Good enough to eat."

Kurt's eyes rolled behind his head and he forced them back to where they belonged. "Tempting," he said flirtatiously and pecked Blaine on the forehead. "No, actually, you owe me. On Wednesday you said that I should demand payment for services rendered." He paused. "I'm demanding." Kurt tried to keep a serious face, but couldn't and ended up giggling.

Blaine laughed along with him and somehow managed to scoot himself on top of Kurt completely, while burying his face in the curve of Kurt's neck. He tangled his arms around Kurt in such a way that when he lifted his head, Blaine was able to comfortably keep his back arched to look Kurt in the face. He gazed into Kurt's eyes and swooned. "You below me gives me the most incredible feeling inside. Last night, when you came, I felt you tremble beneath me and I felt so powerful. I wanted to hold you and keep you in my arms like that for as long as I could."

"I think it's a protection thing. You've got that whole territorial vibe about you."

"Only when it comes to you."

"I love you on top of me. You're smaller, but because you're strong and the dominant type, you can give off the feeling like you're completely covering me."

Blaine smirked. "Be my lover and I'll cover you."

Kurt giggled at the Rent reference and thought that he walked right into that one without even trying. "About that demand…" He looked at Blaine slyly.

"Now?" Blaine asked, his anticipation building.

"Now, please."

Blaine took no time in capturing Kurt's lips with his own, smiling into it like he was a child devouring a cookie dipped in milk. He eagerly careened his head this way and that, darting his tongue out and into Kurt's mouth. Blaine released Kurt's lips and sucked his earlobe into his mouth, letting it go through his teeth.

Kurt let out a quiet, ragged, 'aahh' sound and Blaine continued his kisses to Kurt's neck, nibbling and sucking the whole of the curve, then finally choosing the spot just below Kurt's collar bone to mark his territory and suck Kurt's skin until he thought he tasted a metal taste and looked to see a dark purple mark on the now imperfect skin. He "hmm-ed" in satisfaction.

"Mmnn." An almost silent moan escaped Kurt's mouth at the feeling of Blaine's lips trailing wet and audible kisses down his chest. "Hhaahh!" Kurt gasped breathily and grabbed Blaine to stop his ministrations.

Blaine looked up at Kurt with an expression that could only be explained as why did you stop me? Kurt put on finger up to his mouth to signify: quiet and then put that same finger to his ear to say: listen. Another second went by and both boys heard a very audible stomp of footsteps in the hallway. Kurt quickly pulled Blaine upward and rolled away from him. "It's my dad," he whispered. "We're sleeping." With that he closed his eyes and pretended to be dead to the world. Blaine did the same, but instead lied his arm across Kurt because that was a likely thing to walk in on.

Just as Kurt predicted, Burt tapped on the door and opened it when there was no answer. He took in the site of his son in bed with another boy. He only saw two bare upper bodies and hoped for his own sake that they were both clothed underneath the covers. Burt "hmpf-ed" thinking he could have sworn he thought he heard something come from Kurt's room and now thought maybe it was just the sound of the floorboards or the sound of the Kurt's bed creaking when either one of them turned over in their sleep. Burt backed away and shut the door with a quiet click.

Kurt counted to ten as he listened for his father's footsteps walking downstairs before opening his eyes and turning over to face Blaine. Blaine kept his eyes open, waiting for instruction. Kurt stroked his fingers across Blaine's un-gelled curls and Blaine "mm-ed."

"I love mornings with you. Why can't I wake up every morning with you?"

Kurt sighed. "I love waking up to you too."

Blaine leaned toward Kurt and kissed his forehead, then between the eyes, then each cheekbone, then both sides of his jaw, then finally, Kurt's waiting lips. He looked into Kurt's eyes with his own smoldering ones and asked, "More?"

Kurt got butterflies. "Yes, please." Blaine rocked his body into Kurt's and snaked his hand around to Kurt's firm backside and pulled the porcelain skinned beauty to him. He rolled his hips into Kurt's groin as he inhaled through his nose and deepened his kiss.

It pained Kurt to do so, but he put one hand on Blaine's chest and gently pushed. "Mm, not that much more," he said pulling his lips away.

Blaine looked like a lost puppy. "Why not?"

Kurt spoke gently. "Because I'm pretty sure my dad heard our first round and we narrowly fooled him. I'd really like to not get caught with your lips around my dick the first time you're allowed to spend the night in my bed."

Blaine smiled. "You make it sound so cheap." He paused looking like he was deep in thought. "I'd like to think I work a lot harder than just putting my lips on you. There's usually a lot of seducing involved and begging, which I am a huge fan of."

Kurt grinned as he blushed and fluttered his eyelashes in disbelief. "Am I really that different during?"

"Yes. Very. You're sexy and demanding. And I've already told you that you have a dirty mouth. You swear an awful lot, but I actually like it because for some reason it's kind of encouraging."

"Hmm. You're kind of different too."

He cheshired. "Am I?"

"You're voice gets lower and when you talk to me, command me is more like it, your eyes do this smolder thing that makes my heart race. Sometimes you growl."

"I growl?"

"Yes, you're very animalistic. When you get really hands-ee you tend to end up grabbing me really hard and growling at me."

"That's okay right?"

Kurt's eyes went wide and his mouth watered just thinking about it. "It doesn't particularly matter what you're doing because everything you do is that much more of a turn on than the last. You have no idea the appeal you have." He paused. "Sometimes I swear that I could jizz in my calvin's just from looking at you." Kurt raked his eyes down his boyfriend's chest. "You're so fucking sexy." He put his hand behind Blaine's head and smushed their faces together for a short, but passionate kiss.

"You're no baby penguin, you know."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Please. You don't see the looks we get sometimes. I know I'm fabulous, but I don't miss the why is HE with HIM looks."

"I doubt that's what they're thinking and if they are, it's probably them looking at me wondering how I got so lucky to have you. Seriously! The scent of you alone gets me hard and I can't help myself." Kurt rolled his eyes and Blaine looked at him incredulously. "Ugh." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and pushed it against his erection. Kurt gasped. "See?" Blaine chuckled.

"Yeah, but you were hard before."

"Love, I was hard the second I woke up and caught a whiff of those lotions you used last night." He rolled on top of Kurt and sat up, straddling him. "I begged you this past week to let me blow you and you denied me; I begged you last night to let me make love to you and you denied me; I practically jumped for joy when you wanted me to blow you this morning; don't tell me that you're doubting your ability to turn me on by not having to do anything, but be in my presence."

"Okay. A: Two out of the three of those things involved me saying no because someone could catch us and B: you were crying as you begged me last night. Somehow, taking your virginity as you're crying seemed wrong." Blaine's smile went away. Kurt immediately regretted the last statement once he saw Blaine's face. "No no no. I take it back. Don't frown. The whole world cries when you're not smiling."

In a fluid movement, Blaine brought Kurt in a sitting position and hugged him to his chest. He tucked his head down and held Kurt tightly. "Thank you. You were right to tell me no. I don't know what I was thinking, asking you something like that before we even discussed that being a possibility."

Kurt pulled back slightly and looked deep into Blaine's eyes, wanting him to understand that he understood. "You were thinking that I might be able to fill a void."

Blaine thought on that for a moment. "That's just it. There isn't one. You filled any void I might have had in my heart just by existing." He peeled himself off Kurt and sat cross legged in front of him. Kurt mirrored his actions, looking at him intently and with care-filled emotion. "Aren't parents supposed to love their child in spite of any and everything? Mine seem to love me only because they feel they have to. But you…" Blaine's eyes wondered, trying to find the right words. His eyes welled a little. "You don't have to love me, but you do for reasons my parents can't even understand. They're married and are supposed to be in love, but I feel like what they have can't even touch what we do have. Kurt, their lack of affection and respect for me is minuscule compared to the respect, love, affection, friendship, honesty, and faithfulness that you and I both have. I feel like they'll never know what real love is like because they're too busy thinking of themselves as individuals, when you and I think about each other as a whole. You make me whole, Kurt. You're the best part of my life and I feel so vulnerable giving you the power over me that I have. I love you with everything I am and I know that I've been getting jealous and over protective lately, but that's only because I'm so scared of having to live without you."

A couple tears escaped Kurt's eyes and Kurt couldn't stop himself from lunging himself at Blaine. Blaine fell backwards and Kurt planted his lips on Blaine's hard. "If there was a word stronger than love. I'd use it about how I feel for you." He leaned down to place another kiss on Blaine's lips when he heard the dreaded tap on his door. He scowled.

"Kurt, if I open this door am I going to see something that would make me regret letting him sleep in your bed last night?" Burt called through the door.

Kurt rolled his eyes and leapt for the door. He opened it.

Burt took in the sight of his son and decided Kurt's underwear was on before he knocked on the door. He cleared his throat. "Ah. Um. Breakfast is ready. Put some clothes- um, more clothes on- and come downstairs." He made motion to leave before Kurt could say anything, but then turned back and looked at Kurt. "You know, sometimes your walls are like paper. I should be applauding your choices because I don't think I could handle knowing that my kid is having sex, but…well, I've said this before and I think it applies now: We're having eggs for breakfast, not Blaine." He turned back around and walked downstairs, leaving Kurt uncomfortable and flushed from head to toe.

Kurt shut his door and turned to see Blaine with his pants already on and trying to unlatch his window to jump out. "Oh no!" he hollered and dragged Blaine back by his waist. "If I have to go downstairs, then you are going with me!"

"What? No. Your father, who has a very big gun, by the way; he's shown it to me; overheard me saying that I begged you to let do all those things. You're a saint for saying no. I'm a perv for begging."

"You're seventeen."

"I'm dating his son. It doesn't matter how old I am. His bullets don't care how old I am."

Kurt began to laugh. "Baby, he's not going to shoot you. Glare at you for a week, maybe, but he doesn't even remotely dislike you. He would have kicked you out already if he did." He continued to laugh.

"This isn't funny. I'm going to end up on a milk carton and no one will come looking for me."

"Nonsense. Just come downstairs with me, avoid eye contact with him, and eat breakfast. I'll be right beside you the entire time."

"Kurt! Blaine! Breakfast!" Burt yelled from the bottom of the staircase.

Kurt smiled, finding all of this hilarious. "See, he still wants you around."

Blaine shook his head, disbelieving this was happening. "You're lucky I JUST told you that I can't imagine my life without you. Otherwise, I'd be out that window already."

"That, and I am a spoiled brat. I always get what I want." Kurt kissed his boyfriend on the cheek, grabbed a pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt from his drawers and took Blaine by the hand towards the smell of breakfast. "Courage, my love. You taught me that once."

Blaine gave a disbelieving laugh and let his beloved pull him into the dining room. God, I love this boy. If only he weren't so adorable, I might have the strength to say no to him and mean it.


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