Sugar Baby

Thirteen

The house was surprisingly quiet. An irate Quinn, still muttering darkly under her breath, had left with a haughty toss of her head after absolutely tearing into Sebastian, followed quickly by a rather unnerved Puck, having had such anger directed at him before. Sam and Sebastian had vanished into the study to talk about interviews, and Brittany, Santana and Jeff had all stayed in their own apartments for once. Glancing to the left and the right to make sure no one was around, and that the two men still in the house were safely closeted together and wouldn't come out to look for him, Blaine slid his bedroom door closed with a soft click and padded over to Kurt's room, body thrumming with the thrill of anticipation.

Kurt was sitting up in bed, a book balanced on his drawn-up knees and his eyes resting attentively on the pages, glancing up to bestow a soft, affectionate smile on Pavarotti in his cage, chirping as he hopped around the cage, admiring his plumage in the mirror. The hum of the lights overhead and the whisper of the pages turning were the only sounds as Blaine crossed the room to the bed without Kurt even acknowledging his presence. "What are you reading?" he asked softly, sitting on the edge of the bed, sliding closer when Kurt didn't push him away.

"Pregnancy book," Kurt said stiffly, tensing as Blaine reached out a hand to caress his arms, heat and lean muscles through his shirt. "Please, please just go away. You can't keep doing this, jerking me around and being sweet one minute and throwing me out the next. Do you even know the effect that could have on the baby?" Blaine saw the tears shining in Kurt's eyes when he looked up and whispered, "I could lose the baby, Blaine."

"It's better for you in the long run, you need your own space to deal with this," Blaine murmured, shifting even closer and sliding the book out of Kurt's lap, placing it on the nightstand and sliding the cover onto Pavarotti's cage. "I don't mean to make you feel awful or get you stressed. Let me make it up to you."

For a moment, Kurt relaxed into it when Blaine kissed him, hand cupping Blaine's hip and eyelids fluttering, but he pulled away after only a few seconds, wrapping his arms stubbornly around himself. "Sex doesn't make everything better," he said petulantly, ducking his head to avoid catching Blaine's eyes. "We need to talk about this. We've barely even seen each other because you're always working and I'm juststuck."

"We will talk," Blaine promised, his hands resting on the notch of Kurt's waist, one thumb trailing back and forth against his stomach, feeling the slight bump already beginning to form. "This is the way I know to make it better. Please let me." Kurt drew his lip between his teeth, expression all doubt and nervousness and unsaid words, but he nodded after a long moment suspended in silence, raising his eyes to Blaine's to prove how genuine his actions were.

Their kiss was soft and sweet and tender, words they couldn't express with the spoken poured into the simple movements of lips pressed together, hands on waists, thumbs tracing the subtle new curve of a growing bump, hands on shoulders, creeping up to allow fingers to clench into loose, wild curls, exchange of soft breaths whistling from lips and bodies sliding together, slowly lowering into the mattress, soft smiles stretching wet, shining lips.

Inhaling the scent of Kurt, strong and sweet along his jaw and the softness of his cheek, Blaine slid his mouth from Kurt's slightly-parted lips, calling out to be kissed, to the sensitive spot just below his ear, laying soft sucking kisses into the skin and breathing, "Say my name."

Kurt remained utterly silent and still, the only sign of his arousal his fingers curling slightly into the sheets, and Blaine smirked to himself, nipping at Kurt's earlobe to see his mouth quiver as he choked back a moan. So he wanted to play it like that, did he? Well, it was certainly a game that two could play.

Blaine slid his hands up Kurt's sides beneath his shirt, circling his thumb around a nipple and revelling in Kurt's sharp intake of breath. He scraped his teeth down Kurt's neck to suck a bruise against his clavicle. "Say my name."

"No," Kurt breathed, voice a little rough, body arching slightly into Blaine's touch before he determinedly locked his hips down against the mattress. "I won't say it."

"Say my name," Blaine ordered, pushing Kurt's shirt up to bunch up at his shoulders, leaning down to kiss his way up his stomach, pressing the flat of his tongue over a peaked nipple and trailing back down, licking long and hot along the waistband of Kurt's sweats.

Kurt shook his head, lips clamped tightly shut. Blaine inched Kurt's pants down, throwing them to the floor and leaning over Kurt, still fully-clothed, running his hands down Kurt's chest and stomach and thighs, sliding two fingers into him. "Say my name."

"Nuh-uhn," Kurt groaned, head arching back against the pillows. Blaine smirked and slowly leant down, licking lazily around his fingers and flicking his tongue in a rapid rhythm against Kurt's stiff clit. "I...I...Blaine!"

Blaine smirked, sitting up and withdrawing himself from Kurt, who whined and tried to arch closer to him. "I knew I'd get you to say my name," he murmured, peeling off his own clothes and leaning over to meld their mouths together, Kurt's arms wrapping around his neck. "Feel better?"

"Not yet," Kurt murmured seductively. "I need more, Daddy. I need your cock, filling me up, big and hard, I needit so bad." Blaine groaned, dropping so they were pressed together, trailing his hands along the outsides of Kurt's thighs and gripping to hitch Kurt's legs around his waist.

"Maybe you need to earn it, baby," he whispered, nipping at Kurt's collarbone, feeling the ragged rise and fall of his chest against his. "Maybe you should make me feel good before I make you feel good." Kurt's eyes were wide, innocent, as they caught Blaine's, Blaine cupping Kurt's cheek as he murmured, "Have you ever heard of rimming, baby?"

"I'm not doing that," Kurt said immediately, unwinding his legs from around Blaine and wriggling up into a sitting position. "It's unhygienic and I don't want to do it. I don't care if it's something you like, you're not getting me to do it."

Blaine smiled softly, leaning down to kiss Kurt, pushing his legs apart and driving into him, sliding his arms around Kurt and wrapping Kurt's arms around him. "I'm glad you stand up for yourself," he murmured, kissing Kurt's neck and holding him close.

After making love, they fell asleep wrapped up in each other, close and warm and sated, happy to be together. While they hadn't talked it out, Kurt knew that would come in the morning and, lying half on Blaine's chest with his ear over his heart, he couldn't have been any happier.

When morning did come, he awoke first and lay in bed looking at Blaine, sprawled out on his stomach, the duvet bunched around his hips, like some sort of golden statue in the morning light. His dreams had been crazy, entwined with images of Blaine writhing and desperate beneath his tongue, giving him what he'd wanted. And there Blaine was, ripe for the taking, asleep and ready and so beautiful.

The decision was made in a split second, and he leaned over, propping himself up on Blaine's back and tracing the knobs of his spine slowly with his tongue, down and down until he reached his goal, musky scent surrounding him as he circled Blaine's hole with his tongue, the same way he'd done with his finger, trying to make Blaine feel as much pleasure as Blaine always gave him.

Blaine shifted in his sleep, groaning softly, and Kurt smirked in satisfaction, stiffening his tongue and pushing it as far as he could into Blaine, squeezing his ass. Blaine groaned again, a little louder, and murmured, "More, baby. Fuck, Sebastian."

Kurt withdrew, tears prickling his eyes. He stood up, pulling the cover from Pavarotti's cage, wrapping a robe around himself and marching out of the room with the cage in his hand. At least he had a gift from Blaine, even if Blaine himself couldn't remember who he was in bed with.

Quinn opened the door wrapped in a robe, her hair in disarray, and her face fell into sympathy when she took in Kurt's swollen eyes, the tear tracks staining his cheeks and the way he was shivering with horror, letting him in and taking the birdcage from his hands before he dropped it. "Oh honey, what happened?" she asked softly, retrieving a blanket from the arm of the sofa and wrapping it around his shoulders.

"He said Sebastian's name!" Kurt sobbed, nearly collapsing to his knees in the doorway, utterly devastated, as Quinn steered him towards the sofa and headed into her kitchen to make tea. "We were in bed and Blaine said Sebastian's name. He was asleep and he must have been dreaming about him. He doesn't even respect me. We were together last night and he just-"

"Hey honey, do you want me to make you some coffee?"

Quinn and Kurt's head both jerked up, for Quinn to flush and for Kurt's jaw to drop and his eyes shine with excitement at the man who had just walked into the living room. "My God, you...you're Cooper Anderson!" Kurt exclaimed, trying not to obviously rake his eyes over Cooper's bare chest. "What are you doing here?!"

"With my girlfriend," Cooper said easily, grinning and winking at Quinn, who slung a pillow at his head. "You know, it's supposed to be a secret, but I know you're Quinn's friend so I can totally tell you this."

"Cooper, we agreed to keep it a secret!" Quinn yelped, seeing Kurt's eyes knowing as her robe slid down off her shoulder to expose a sleeve of a pinstriped shirt that clearly wasn't hers. "Don't you smirk at me, Kurt."

"It's very nice to meet you," Kurt said, reaching over to shake Cooper's hand disbelievingly. "I love your work, I dragged my friends to see Naturally Wolf eight times, they hated me all summer. I...um, I'm Kurt Hummel. I'm kind of in a relationship with Blaine. It's, um...it's purely sex. Then again, I'm having his baby and he's still lusting after an ex-lover."

"That little rat didn't tell me!" Cooper exploded, and for a moment Kurt cowered, terrified of retribution, until Cooper grinned down at him, cooing softly at his stomach. "I'm going to be an uncle!"

Quinn smiled softly at Kurt, and reached for his hand as she asked, "Do you want to stay with us for a while, honey?" Kurt couldn't help the tears prickling his eyes as he nodded and Quinn pulled him into a warm hug.