Chapter 39 - Sexy Sunday

"Okay Kurt, do I need to remind you that we can't sing a Broadway song for Sectionals?  It limits us too much.  It would be like committing show choir suicide."

Kurt responded with his meanest diva stare and, "If you're just going to patronize me, Blaine Anderson, I'll leave you here."

Blaine grabbed Kurt from behind and hugged him kissing the side of his face near his temple.  "You wouldn't do that to me.  You love me too much to abandon me."

"And, how do you know that?"

"As I recall, you offered to do anything I wanted just last night."  Blaine kissed Kurt's neck breathing in his cologne.  "God, you smell good."  He then turned away leaving Kurt staring at the Broadway sheet music.  Kurt stayed there for a few seconds trying to regain his senses and met Blaine near the popular music section. 

"Okay, Fine.  So I love you."  Kurt said nonchalantly as he fingered through a stack of Beach Boys sheet music.

"I would pay attention, Kurt.  The Beach Boys really isn't us, however, I must admit that I like the beach and I definitely like boys."  Blaine turned back to what he was looking at as Kurt realized he was just sifting through music and not paying attention, because when Blaine got this way, it got to Kurt.  Blaine turned Kurt into mush when he flirted.  He loved it, but not in the middle of the store.  He wanted to continue this in the comfort of their home.  That way he could do whatever he wanted to do with Blaine.

"Well, I must take you to the beach."  Kurt smiled smugly thinking there wasn't possibly a way to make that comment flirtatious.

"As long as there are boys there, that would be fine."  Blaine answered completely disinterested.  Blaine knew exactly what he was doing.  "Well, a secluded beach with you on it would be satisfactory also."  Blaine tried not to laugh and he didn't, but he let a smile plaster his face.  It was a sneaky conniving smile.

"Just satisfactory?"

"Well, if you must know, I prefer you to a bunch of other boys.  I suppose if all I can get is a bunch of random boys, I shouldn't be picky."

"Is that so?"  Kurt was smiling now as well.  "Then it would be a shame if I didn't go with you to this beach.  Wouldn't that make me and a beach more than satisfactory, then?"

Blaine pretended to think about it for a minute.  Kurt slapped him on the head.  "Well, that's not going to earn you any kudos."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrists tight.  Kurt gasped at the strength that Blaine held his wrists.  If he couldn't see Blaine's face, he would have been frightened.  Seeing the love and lust in Blaine's eyes definitely calmed him instantaneously.  "We need to go home now."  Blaine gulped as he said it.  "We can come back later if we need to, but I'm pretty sure I need to get you home right now."

"Fuck me harder Blaine."  Kurt was on all fours on the couch with his head pressed to the back of the couch.  "God, I want you deeper, Oooohh."  Kurt yelped at an especially harsh thrust by Blaine.

"Kurt.  I'm so sorry baby."  Blaine stilled still inside Kurt as he rubbed his back.  "I hate when we get in the heat of the moment and you're yelling at me to fuck you harder.  It's like all I want to do is obey you.  This was too much."  He slipped out of Kurt slowly losing his hardness.  Blaine felt awful that he hurt Kurt.  "I can't.. I won't hurt you.  I love you."

Kurt was still hard as can be.  "Blaine please.  I can't..  I need you.  I need you inside me."

Blaine sat on the couch next to Kurt.  He was still hard but softened slightly as soon he heard Kurt's yelp.  "Okay, but let's go upstairs in the bed where I can love you, not fuck you.  I'm done fucking you ever again.  I don't care if you yell at me or swear at me or hit me.  I will not, and I repeat, will not ever again do that to you."

Kurt rolled his eyes and spat out.  "Ever the drama queen."

"Kurt, do you realize how it makes me feel when I hear you yell like that.  I hear the pain.  I know it hurts rather than feels good.  I'm not that kind of guy.   If you want it like that, then maybe we need to talk about this more."  Blaine was dead serious.  "I love you."  Blaine grabbed his hands and pulled him toward the steps and slowly pulled him up the steps. 

As they got to the top of the steps, Blaine scooped Kurt up bridal style and carried him into the bedroom, laying him gently on the bed.  "I love you Blaine.  I'm sorry."

Blaine already settled on top of Kurt grinding his hips into Kurt becoming painfully aroused as he kissed open mouthed long and gentle tongues mingling together in a sweet dance.  This is what Blaine loved to do.  Kurt was already moaning and whimpering, turning into a pile of all boy mush.  This is how he wanted to see and hear Kurt.  This was the ultimate pleasure the Blaine reveled in through over many times.  He could do this to Kurt.  "I'm going to make you feel good.  Lay back and enjoy."

Blaine covered Kurt's body with his.  They were touching in so many places.  Kurt's arms were gripping the at Blaine bicep as he moaned in Blaine' ear.  "F-f-ffeels so good Blaine."  Blaine reached for the lube yet again and slicked up his cock.  He held Kurt's ankles wrapping them around him as he pressed in.  Kurt was still nicely opened up for him as he started to thrust gently turning Kurt in to muttering fool. 

Blaine sat up so he could see himself moving in Kurt.  It was the closest they would be.  This is how they became one in the same and Blaine cherished the fact that they were allowed to do this.  Kurt was moving around a little and started to scoot away from Blaine.  He wasn't doing this on purpose, but just the natural thrusts from Blaine slid Kurt ever so slightly up the bed.  Blaine pulled Kurt closer by his thighs and spread Kurt wide open holding him by his ankles.  Kurt was at the complete mercy of his lover and that was okay because they had full trust in each other.  In this position, he could push in further as he lifted Kurt's ass up just a bit higher, angling it so that his cock would hit Kurt's pleasure center with every thrust.  "You're gorgeous like this.  Fuck, just beautiful."   Kurt panted and whined curling in on himself a little with every thrust. 

Kurt was becoming more vocal.  "Unnngh, Good, so good.  Right there Blaine.  Right there, please." Whining uncontrollably.  "I'm g-g-gonna come, Blaine.  Oh my God."  He screamed out as Blaine continued to press inside feeling the squeeze as Kurt's ass responded to his orgasm and tried to push him out.  He just pressed harder because he was on the edge now.  So.. So close.  Kurt was just about over his orgasm and would have been sooner if Blaine had stopped touching that spot deep inside him, but Kurt was now breathless as Blaine continued to press inside him.   "Blaine come.  Fill me up, I want to feel you inside me.  Warm and wet inside me."  And that was all it took.   Blaine came long and hard with stuttering hips and sweaty palms, curly hair everywhere and inside Kurt.

Blaine finally fell into Kurt breathing heavily trying to recover from his orgasm.  "That was mind-blowing Kurt."  He slipped out and neither of them even wanted to move.  They wanted to be in this moment.  "It seems like we get better at this all the time.  How is that even possible?"  Blaine mumbled for his position slightly on top and partly not on top of Kurt. 

"I think we love each other so much that we look for those ways to make it better.  We look for them while in the act and not really thinking about it.  I know you love to hear me whine, so I'm not afraid to get vocal because I know you'll react the way you do."

"Which is?"  Blaine smiled into Kurt's shoulder.

"More passion, more everything.  You look for more positions and try harder to make me louder until I'm just gone."

"I don't really think that way exactly.  I just hear you and know that I can make you sound even better or like it even more."  Blaine stopped talking to think for a moment about Kurt's revelation.  "Hmm.. I guess you're right.  It's not like I'm over here calculating and plotting, but in a sense I am in my mind."

"I know, Babe.  I know.  You certainly keep me guessing and I like that."

Lazy Sundays were fun, but so were sexy Sunday's.

The school week was as normal as it could get until lunch on Tuesday.

"We are in!"  Finn announced at the lunch table and all the football guys erupted in cheers and high fives.  "We play Saturday.  We're playing Centerville High School and we're playing in a College Stadium.  It's gonna be cool."

Kurt looked at Blaine.  "All your hard work was worth it, baby."

"We probably won't win that game.  Coach Beiste has told us how good they are." 

"I don't care.  I'm so proud of you."  Kurt smiled and kissed his lips gently.  Blaine smiled back.

Blaine perked up to listen about the upcoming game.  Finn gave them some information.  "We are going to play at University of Dayton's football field."

Puck chimed in.  "We are going to get our asses kicked, but it'll be so cool to be able to play on a college field.  For some of us, it'll be our first time to get to play on one."

Blaine added.  "For some of us, it'll be our first and last." He looked at Kurt.  "So it'll be cool to have this chance.  I might have not gotten this chance if I didn't meet Kurt."

"Dude, are you going to get all romantic and mushy on us now?"  Finn was ready to go in on them.  "Are you going to stare deep into Kurt's eyes and Kurt will wrap his arms around you and say ‘I love you, Blaine'."  Puck immediately wrapped his arms around Finn and was batting his eyes. 

"Then Kurt will say, ‘Blaine you're the most awesomest future husband ever.  I'm so proud of everything you do'"  Puck tried to imitate Kurt's voice.

It didn't matter because they weren't paying attention.  The boys continued in their charade as the girls laughed at them.  Blaine and Kurt didn't even pay attention they were having their own little conversation.  "So, do you think I should invite the Warblers?  It's been a while since we've seen them.  Maybe we can have them stay at the condo overnight so we can hang out."

"Whatever you want to do.  It would be nice to see them.  It would be nice for them to see you play football.  I can't remember if they were able to come out at all."

"They were going to, but they probably got busy."  Blaine looked sad about it.

"Are you okay?" 

"Yeah."

"I know you miss them.  Do you regret coming here?"

"Never in a million years.  Any time spent away from you is wasted time, Kurt.  I believe I've told you many times how important you are to me.  I would be more upset if I couldn't see you every day."

Kurt looked unconvinced.  "You'll have your whole lifetime to see me every day Blaine.  I just want you to be happy."

Blaine took Kurt's hands in his and squeezed them tightly.  "I am more than happy.  I'm ecstatic.  You and me go beyond anything I had going at Dalton.  Okay?"

"Okay.  I love you, if that's any consolation."

"Oh Kurt, I love you too.  I never meant for you to feel this way.  You heard me before, I'm so excited to play football in a real college stadium.  I wouldn't be doing that if it weren't for you.  It's going to be so much fun.  My parents and grandparents are going to go nuts over this."

"It is pretty cool."  Kurt finally smiled because Blaine truly seemed excited about it.

"It will be.  Then, Thanksgiving with the entire family in Boston.  I'm really looking forward to that time.  We can really start working on the wedding."  Kurt really perked up at hearing Blaine talk about looking forward to the wedding.  "I can't wait until we have our first thing picked out."

"We are going to first see the stadium and stop at the hotel.  Don't worry though.  I have an entire itinerary including who needs to attend.  It's a good thing that Rachel is coming with us for Thanksgiving because she is on the itinerary."

Blaine had a funny look on his face.  "Itinerary."

"But of course.  If we don't have an itinerary, how are we going to get everywhere we need to?"

"But of course.  I should've known you would be prepared to herd everyone to where they need to be."

"I'll share it with you at home later.  That's where I'm keeping the laminated master copy.  Then I have a specific itinerary for everyone that's involved."

Blaine knew better than to talk about this now, so he let it go hoping Kurt would forget about showing him for a few more weeks.

Blaine and Finn arrived late for Friday night family dinner.  "We're home!" Finn called as they dumped their bags by the front door.

Burt met them both halfway down the hallway.  "You guys ready for tomorrow?"

"As ready as we'll ever be, right Blaine?"  Blaine nodded.

"So this team you're playing"  Burt led them into the family room, "they're really good.  They play in a good division, they've had several NFL players and uncountable college players.  It's not looking good for you boys."

Finn was always optimistic, but he understood what would happen tomorrow night.  "I just want to play a good game and score some points so we look good.  I don't think we can beat then either.  We watched film today.  They're huge."

Blaine finally said something.  "Their smallest player is 5'10" and 185 pounds."  The look on Blaine's face was incredulous.  "That is 3 inches taller and me and 40 pounds heavier than me.  Don't tell Kurt.  I don't want him to worry."

"I think you're right Blaine.  He's going to worry as soon as he sees the other players take the field.  Let's not tell him about that.  I'll just handle him when we're in the stands."

Finn laughed.  "When was the last time you had to control him, Burt."

Burt glared at Finn stopping the laughter immediately.  "I am still the dad here.  I once had to control Kurt.  It hasn't been that long since I was in charge of him.

Finn shrugged and headed to the bathroom.  "I'll bet people would pay money to see Burt try to control him."

Blaine answered the question that wasn't even asked.  He just knew.  "Kurt will listen to you Burt.  Don't listen to Finn.  He's being Finn."

Kurt burst into the room.  "Hey you!"  He crossed the room to wrap his arms around Blaine's neck.  "Missed you.  How was practice?"

"No practice, just film preparation, baby."  Kurt leaned in and kissed Blaine.  This kiss was not tentative or scared, it was all love and passion.  Next thing he knew Kurt's tongue was in his mouth and they were really making out in front of Kurt's dad.  That couldn't be good, but Blaine didn't want it to stop.  Kurt smelled so good, his arms and hair, and his skin.

They could hear Burt clearing his throat.  "Kurt, Blaine is not for dinner."

"Dad!"  he shriek and stepped away from Blaine.

"I--- You...."  Kurt was stuck.

"Of course Burt.  Kurt knows that."  Blaine winked at Burt.  He was sure to give Finn and Burt that look that says ‘don't forget our secret' as they headed to the dinner table.