Sugar Baby

Six

Blaine looked over at Kurt next to him in the seats, peaceful face just peeking out from beneath a blanket as he slept through the stars passing and the wisps of clouds dragging at the sides of the plane. He looked so much younger after Blaine had become used to the boy who presented himself at the door and wore clothes that made him look older than he was, innocent with a slight smile on his face as he shifted in the seat and murmured Blaine’s name. His fingers caressed over the back of Blaine’s hand and he wriggled as close as the seats would allow, head sliding from the back of his chair to Blaine’s shoulder with a whisper of, “Cuddle with me.”

Realising how unnaturally loud Kurt’s sleeping murmurs and whispers sounded in a cabin that held only the sounds of steady breathing and the occasional snore or creak of someone shifting in their chair, Blaine pressed a finger against the boy’s lips and moved around to slip an arm around Kurt’s shoulders and pull him close against his shoulder. Kurt burrowed into him, and Blaine smiled softly over memories of waking up this way in bed with a lot less clothing and blankets between them, as he slipped into sleep and the stars drifted past.

Kurt’s awed expression when he saw New York for the first time, dragging his suitcase behind him, and the way his jaw dropped slightly before he hid his surprise when Joe, Blaine’s driver, whistled for them and helped them stow their luggage in the trunk, giving Blaine a suspicious look when he took advantage of Joe’s contract to tug Kurt into his lap as soon as they sat down on the leather seats, made Blaine smile with fondness for the boy, so easily amazed and so young and experiencing the beauty of the city for the first time.

“Hey boss man!” Santana called with a cheerful wave as Blaine climbed out of the car. “Who’s the pretty boy on your arm? I haven’t seen you in any tabloids recently, Anderson, you been secretly hooking up with people?”

“Santana, honestly, Kurt’s just a family friend and a fan who jumped at the chance to come with me out here and meet you all,” Blaine said over her, pinching Kurt’s side to shock him out of a starstruck daze at the sight of Santana Lopez. “Joe, can you take the bags up to my room? Kurt will be sharing with me.”

“Way to keep up the pretence, Blaine,” Sebastian observed silkily, and Blaine felt the familiar shiver down the back of his spine at the familiar drawl, thick with promise. “I suppose your families are bedfellows, then. If you’re going to be sharing a room.”

Through the dinner with his performers, sharing stories of things that had happened since they’d last seen each other, Blaine kept a hand resting possessively on Kurt’s thigh beneath the table, reminding him of the only reason he was able to be in New York for the season, smirking over the blush nestling high in Kurt’s cheeks and the way his voice squeaked every time Brittany or Jeff kindly tried to pull him into the conversation, and outright chuckling over how crimson he went when Blaine’s finger tapping against his clit caused him to choke on his drink.

“Blaine, you can’t touch me when we’re with other people!” Kurt snapped as everyone began to disperse back to their rooms, eyes flashing with genuine anger. “I’ve told you how much I admire your performers and I want them to think of me as equal and respect me and maybe want to be my friend and you make me choke and blush and squeak in front of them and it’s so embarrassing! I want you to stop it!”

“Kurt, I’m sorry for doing that and embarrassing you, and they will all treat you with respect, I’ll make sure of it,” Blaine assured him, massaging Kurt’s sides gently over his shirt to calm the scowling boy until he finally relaxed, leaning against him with a stifled yawn. “Now, let’s see how much I can make you choke and blush and squeak when we’re alone.”

He lifted Kurt into his arms, and an armful of sleepy, flushed teenager snuggled his head into Blaine’s chest, caressing aimlessly over the skin exposed by his low collar as Blaine kissed the top of his head, catching Brittany’s eye as she snuck out of her own room and into Santana’s, three doors down from Blaine’s, and dropped her a telling wink as she gave him a knowing grin. Blaine lowered Kurt gently onto the bed, kissing his forehead and murmuring, “I know you’re tired, but I’m just going to go and brush my teeth and wash the gel out of my hair, please don’t fall asleep while you’re waiting.”

Kurt nodded lazily, rolling over and curling himself around one of the cushions arranged neatly on the bed, dragging a finger over the intricate embroidery as Blaine smiled fondly on him and slid into the bathroom, where he could hear the rattling of the pipes as someone further down the corridor showered, and Quinn singing around, something which made him grin over her sweet voice and the commitment she was no doubt putting into the performance. He listened out for any noise from Kurt as he stood over the sink washing the gel from his hair and letting it spring into its natural curls, but heard nothing, not even the creak of the bedsprings.

Blaine walked out of the bathroom, clad in only a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water 
running down his neck and shoulders and chest, to find Kurt looking utterly content in the bed, like a cat napping in a patch of sunlight, sprawled out somehow elegantly on the plum bedspread, long legs and pale skin and eyes shining like sunbeams at Blaine as he sat up, eyes following the path of a pearl of water down his chest. “How could I fall asleep, when I know this is waiting for me?” he asked, sultry, sauntering closer and dropping to his knees, sliding his hands up the outsides of Blaine’s legs, beneath the towel to rest at the tops of his thighs, tantalisingly close to where Blaine wanted them to be. “Blaine, I...I know I should do stuff like this without following through, but I am honestly so tired, can you do whatever you want quickly tonight, please?”

Blaine lifted Kurt onto the bed, pushing his towel aside and stripping the boy, who kissed him slowly, almost lazily, as Blaine pushed his legs apart, slowly thrusting in and out of him with the rhythm of his gentle gasps and quiet moans, caressing every inch of him he could reach and kissing him sweetly, having sex in a way they never had before, almost like making love as Kurt’s noises grew quieter and quieter. After a long moment of the same odd quiet, especially for Kurt, who was usually loud enough to have Blaine answering complaints from neighbours for three days after every occurrence, Blaine looked down at him to see that the teenager had fallen asleep, a smile on his face and his face smushed like a puppy’s against the side of the mattress.

Unlike he might have a few months ago if a lover had fallen asleep in the middle of being pleasured, Blaine didn’t get mad at all. He smiled fondly down at Kurt and pulled out of him carefully, easing him around and up the bed, pulling a long shirt of his own over Kurt’s head as he slid the peaceful boy beneath the covers. He kissed Kurt’s forehead, wrapped a robe around himself and slipped outside to check all their luggage had definitely made it inside.

Sebastian stood there, blatantly shirtless and smirking. “Not having sex with your pretty little toy, Anderson?” he drawled. “I was under the impression from you bringing him with you that he was spreading those legs for you every night, but I have to assume not.”

“He gets tired, he’s sleeping and I am about go and join him,” Blaine said, affecting a haughty demeanour, resolutely ignoring the twinge of want deep in his stomach. “Can I help you with anything, Smythe?”

“The use of the last names only adds to the sexual tension between us, baby,” Sebastian said, sauntering closer as Kurt had not half an hour ago. Blaine felt the heat pooling in his stomach and shook his head to himself, backing away. “You can shake your head all you want, Blaine, but you know we were good together. Our sex was fantastic. Does that kid honestly give you so much better you don’t still want me?”

Blaine nodded fervently, blinking hard to rid himself of the memories and to think of Kurt, sleeping and soft and beautiful and welcoming in their room, ready to be taken in his arms and woken by a hand sliding between his legs and kisses laid down his spine. “Just piss off,” he snapped, and Sebastian gave him a smirk as he left.

He slid into bed next to Kurt, wrapping his arms around the boy and pulling him closer, burying his face in the sweet scent of Kurt’s soft hair, but he couldn’t deny that the encounter with Sebastian had left him undeniably hot. With a sleeping teenager next to him who wouldn’t take kindly to being woken up by someone with a sex drive renewed by an encounter with an ex-lover.