Chapter Four

Kurt let out a low whistle as Blaine opened the door to his suite. "You got the worse deal; the room I share with Finn's feet and two other unwashed men is way better than this…"

Blaine grinned, "Oh, well I'm sorry if I can't offer you the conditions you are used to! Does this mean you no longer want to draw me?"

Kurt shook his head, glancing back over his shoulder fondly, "You're not getting out of it that easily." Something caught his eye; messy scrawls all over loose sheaves of paper, lying on the mahogany writing desk in the corner. He picked them up, only for them to reveal themselves as musical scores, "Blaine… are these yours?"

"Oh, you don't need to see those!" Blaine rushed forwards, clearly embarrassed, and tried to take the papers out of Kurt's hands, only for the taller boy to spin out of reach with a laugh, "Come on, Kurt…"

But Kurt wasn't listening to his protests. He shuffled through some of the pieces in wonder, "Blaine, there are some full orchestral scores here!"

"It's nothing… They don't mean anything…"

Kurt regarded him sharply at his tone, "Sebastian tell you that?"

"He doesn't think it's a very masculine or gentlemanly pastime." Blaine shrugged, "And my future fiancée has no interest in the arts, if her letters to me are to be believed, so I guess I've just become accustomed to pushing it all aside."

Kurt shook his head sadly, looking lovingly down at Blaine's soft features, before capturing a swift kiss, "Well, I think they're marvellous. And I think you are incredible."

Blaine smiled into the kiss, his eyes aglow with a newfound emotion that he was yet to fully understand. Words tumbled from his mouth with renewed resolve, "I want you to draw me like one of your French models."

Kurt smiled, "I can do that."

Blaine bit his lip, eyes casting downwards for a brief moment before he recaptured Kurt's gaze, "No. I mean, I want you to draw me… as in, only me… No mask or façade. Just me."

Kurt's breath stuttered in his chest as he understood Blaine's full meaning. He swallowed thickly, "Okay."

Kurt had to occupy himself while Blaine was getting 'ready', so to speak. He went through the motions of setting up the couch, of readying his pencils.

Was it hot in here, or was that just him?

The door from the other room clicked open, and Kurt looked up to see Blaine standing there in the doorway, clad in a simple silk robe. He smiled coyly at Kurt's rather flushed expression, any and all nerves clearly dissipated as he threw himself into what he knew he wanted. There were no more doubts. No more wrong, sick, sin.

He was taking control of his life.

Blaine padded softly into the warm glow of the lights, and Kurt watched as his chest fluttered slightly with a steadying breath, before Blaine let the robe slip off his shoulders, to pool at his feet with barely a whisper.

Kurt's breath was stolen. Blaine couldn't be more perfect, standing there, bare and exposed both in body and soul. The air was charged. If Blaine was shy, then he didn't let it show in his movements. Instead, he simply looked at Kurt with an utter trust shining in his eyes. "Where… where do you want me?" His voice broke through the heavy silence, still barely a murmur, but so, so loud.

"If you could just lie down on the bed… the couch, I mean." Kurt replied, slightly flustered, watching as Blaine's muscles tensed and relaxed in a dance as he moved to obey, stretching languidly out across the length of the sofa.

Kurt managed to get some control of his crashing thoughts and feelings, and cleared his throat, pulling a more professional look onto his face. He put his sketchbook to the side for one moment, rising gracefully to his feet. He looked about the room for a brief moment before he saw what he was looking for. Selecting the one he wanted, he approached Blaine where he lay, looking up through his lashes, watching Kurt's every move.

"May I?" Kurt requested softly as he knelt, barely a hair's breadth from Blaine.

Blaine nodded with a stuttering heavy breath, his chest hitching visibly as Kurt's nimble long fingers reached up to rest a simple black bowtie, undone, around Blaine's neck. He took a moment, arranging the loose tails artfully so that it hung open, his fingertips ghosting across Blaine's clavicle as he did so, conjuring a trail of goose bumps in their wake. Satisfied with the tie, he turned his attention to Blaine's arms, guiding his top arm to rest down his side, his hand falling loosing, brushing the lower jut of his hip ever so slightly. With his other arm, Kurt left it where it was, curled up on the cushion, hand flexed loosely by his face.

All the while, Blaine's eyes never left Kurt, his heart pounding from the closeness and the electricity between them. Finally, Kurt nodded, ever so gently tilting Blaine's head slightly down, before he back away and slid into his chair, picking up his sketchbook, "Keep your eyes on me, and don't move…"

Blaine swallowed thickly, his skin feeling like it was on fire, a boiling lava running rivers in his blood, pooling in a deep, low heat in his stomach. His fingertips twitched of their own volition from where they rested against his hip, and his breath hitched ever so slightly. He wet his lips, knowing that if Kurt hadn't noticed his rather prominent reaction to his attentions before, then he certainly would have by now. And he refused to let himself be embarrassed by it. So instead, he remarked cheekily, "Why, Mr Hummel… is the great artist blushing?"

Kurt just smiled coyly in reply, determinedly keeping an air of mystery as his fingers glided across the page, highlighting, shadowing, bringing Blaine to life on paper, one pencil stroke at a time. Nevertheless, some things even Kurt couldn't preserve for an eternity.

Like the way Blaine's chest fluttered as quick as a hummingbird's under Kurt's unwavering gaze, or how every so often, Blaine's index finger would unconsciously drag a slow, short stroke against his stomach, twitching ever so close to his flushed, perfect erection.

No, for details like that, Kurt would have to simply be satisfied to commit them to his memory. Because he could not forget this moment.

Finally, he was satisfied his work was complete. Blaine rose slightly unsteadily to his feet, scooping up his robe from the floor, covering himself up loosely before he peered over Kurt's shoulder, "Wow…Kurt, I, just…"

Kurt just smiled, twisting in his chair, his fingertips brushing against Blaine's cheek as he guided him into an easy kiss.

Blaine came back out of his bedroom, dressed simply, choosing to forgo a dinner jacket of any kind, only wearing a plain white dress shirt and waistcoat. Kurt turned at his entrance, rubbing his hands together, "It's getting colder outside." He blinked, taking in Blaine's attire, trying not to stare too much at how the dark red satin of the waistcoat only served to further emphasize Blaine's small waist, "That suits you…"

"Mr Anderson?"

An insistent voice called through Blaine's door, "Lovejoy!" He hissed, pulling at Kurt's arm, "Come on!"

Kurt was too surprised to put up any kind of a fight as Blaine pulled him deeper into his suite, "Wait, my drawings!"

They heard the door slam behind them, and exchanged a glance before dashing out the back door and into the bright corridor of the ship, walking swiftly away from Blaine's rooms, a thrill shared bringing on barely contained giggles.

They were halfway down the corridor when the door they had just come through opened, and a sour faced older man came out. His purposeful strides headed towards them, and Blaine stole one last glance at Kurt before his face split into a grin, and he grabbed his arm, breaking into a run down the corridor, pulling Kurt with him, "Come on!"

Kurt couldn't help but laugh at the joint absurdity and odd rightness of the action. They shouldered past a few people, diving towards the elevator, "Go! Go, quick!" They both yelled, caught up in the moment.

Lovejoy impacted the grating of the lift, but he was too late; they were already going down. Kurt smirked smugly up at him as Blaine flipped him the finger with a considerable look of relish on his face. "I've wanted to do that for months…"

As soon as the doors opened again on E Deck, they were off again, breath coming in gasps and giggles as they stumbled down the corridor, adrenaline coursing through them. Kurt paused at a corner, "This guy takes his job seriously. You can't usually get such a dedicated valet these days."

"I think he was a cop." Blaine shrugged with a helpless smirk, only to have Kurt grab his hand this time.

"Shit! There he is again!" Kurt swore, laughing.

They wound through corridors, somehow even making it into the boiler rooms, the acrid air burning at their lungs, but unable to dampen their spirits. Their pace slowed as they reached one of the ships massive cargo holds, and they wandered with little aim, fingertips brushing until Kurt's eyes lit up, "Well, will you look at this." He headed towards a shining automobile, strapped down to the deck. Running his eyes over it critically, he seemed to murmur more to himself than to Blaine, "It's a good model. The engine gets a bit sticky sometimes, but the steering control is excellent…"

Blaine cleared his throat pointedly, a tiny mischievous smile dancing on his lips.

Kurt smirked, willing to play along, straightening his posture and opening the door like a chauffeur, even going as far to offer Blaine his hand as he helped into the back of the car. Kurt swung the door shut and jumped up at the front, honking the horn with a loud echo as Blaine pulled the dividing glass down, leaning forward to rest his chin on Kurt's shoulder.

"Where to, sir?"

Blaine's lips brushed Kurt's ear ever so slightly, "The stars…"

Kurt's breath was stolen at the whisper, and suddenly he was being pulled easily into the back, half falling on top of Blaine, who looked up at him with a smile and the utmost trust in his eyes.

The electric charge from earlier was back, but with even more intensity as Blaine twined his fingers in with Kurt's, ever so gently playing over his fingertips as if they were the ivory keys of a piano. He swallowed, and somehow Kurt found a voice to ask, "Nervous?"

Because he was pretty sure what was happening, but if he was right, then it was happening, and he needed to know they were both in the same place.

Blaine's eyes bore deep into Kurt, and he shook his head, "No. I'm right where I'm supposed to be." He tilted his head slightly, "Are you?"

Kurt's stomach swooped, just for the simple pleasure that Blaine had asked him in return. He let out a steadying breath, admitting quietly, "I've never done this before."

Blaine's beautiful shy smile turned tender as he nosed at Kurt's neck, "Neither have I."

It was like the cord had finally snapped, and they both knew exactly what they wanted. Kurt gently pushed Blaine back to lie on the seat, capturing his lips in a deep kiss, letting his hands explore the body beneath him with much more fervour than he had allowed himself earlier. Blaine responded in kind, drawing Kurt's heavy long coat off his shoulders, his hands already developing what Kurt recognised to be a considerable obsession with his neck.

Kurt shifted, sitting back on Blaine's thighs, inadvertently producing sparks in both their groin, making them gasp in tandem. His artist's fingers began to undo each of the buttons on Blaine's waistcoat, relishing how Blaine watched his every move.

Blaine sat up, allowing the silken garment to be carefully slipped off, and then in what felt like barely a blink, they both managed to remove each other's shirts in a burst of frenzy, until their bare chests heaved, scarcely an inch apart.

And then Blaine took over, his hands mapping every inch of Kurt's elegant torso, his lips following in their wake as his kissed and sucked at the creamy skin. Kurt's hands found their way up into Blaine's hair, dislodging the perfectly styled locks. Swollen lips found a nipple, and Kurt's body arched involuntarily, driving his fabric encased erection against Blaine's.

Blaine pulled back, his breathing uneven and panting. And Kurt had to be sure, one last time, "This is the point of no return."

The dark haired boy swallowed roughly, "I passed that the moment you pulled me back from the ocean." He surged forward, kissing Kurt with more passion than he had thought was possible to feel.

Kurt's nerves sang with anticipation, and now he really needed there to be no clothes.

With fumbling hands and misplaced limbs, it was short work for skin to hit skin. In the mix, they had twisted, and now it was Blaine who looked down on Kurt. Blaine pulled back for a moment, needing at least one second to appreciate the perfection of Kurt's body, and the welling disbelief that he was here, now. That Blaine was lying with another man as stunning as Kurt.

"Kurt, I need you…" Blaine rushed out with urgency as their erections pressed solidly together with a flash of heat.

Kurt shook his head, even with the prickling under his skin threatening to override reason, "We don't have anything to make it easier. I don't want to hurt you."

Blaine whined brokenly, the reality of just being with Kurt hitting him hard and fast, "Please, Kurt… Just, do something…"

So Kurt obeyed, reached down between them to grasp at their joint arousals firmly, an act that stole his own breath, and made Blaine's arm buckle slightly as he let his head fall to bury in Kurt's shoulder. Kurt had no idea really what he was doing, but he knew it felt good, and from Blaine's rather vocal responses, it seemed to be the right thing.

He rolled his thumb experimentally over the head of Blaine's cock, capturing drops of precum and spread it around. Blaine's hips bucked, grinding into Kurt with a broken gasp, "Good?" Kurt asked.

Blaine answered with a searing kiss, both of them trying to draw panting breaths in between clashes of tongues, and Kurt felt Blaine's own hand dip between them, copying Kurt's action, adding a firm twist of his wrist that sent them both spiralling to the next level.

The air in the car suddenly felt too thin, and all Kurt could comprehend was skin on skin, and the incredible sight of Blaine's face as their hands began to work faster and their bodies seemed to take over. Barely in control of his own actions anymore, Kurt found himself sucking two fingers into his mouth, before snaking an arm up around to Blaine's ass, teasing in a way that sent Blaine reeling, words tumbling from his lips, "Oh my God…"

Kurt pushed his slick fingers past the tight ring of muscle, gently forging deeper into Blaine's incredible heat as Blaine took over working their erections, their hips frantic.

Kurt curled his fingers on a whim, and Blaine let out a gasping broken cry that went straight to Kurt's cock. He began to work his fingers in a rhythm that matched Blaine's, dropping his other hand to join Blaine's around their erections. The heat built faster and faster, until Kurt felt like he was dangling off the edge of something incredible. His movements weren't his own anymore as Kurt's head fell back and Blaine arched, his free hand slamming to brace against the fogged up window with a choked cry.

White heat and stars flooded their bodies as they toppled over the edge together, and nothing in that moment could touch them.

Blaine slumped, panting heavily before sliding sideways to curl up against Kurt, drawing him into an impossibly deep kiss, murmuring, "I never thought I'd fall in love."

Kurt's breath was stolen by Blaine's starkly open statement, and he couldn't help the swell in his chest, "Neither did I…"

It was not until they began shivering with the chilled air that the pair untangled themselves. Blaine used his cotton undershirt to clean them up gently, throwing it away before he dressed. Kurt pressed a kiss against Blaine's lips, as a slamming rang through the hold. Their eyes met briefly, and no words were needed as they dashed away from the car, hiding behind crates and watching as two shipmen failed to catch them.

They wound their way back through the ship, tumbling out onto the deck, laughing in the crisp night air. Kurt's arms wound automatically around Blaine's waist, "Did you see those guys' faces?"

Blaine smiled, but he was no longer laughing, and odd intense look on his face. He swallowed, and Kurt could practically see his resolve solidifying, "When the ship docks, I'm getting off with you."

Kurt shook his head, unable to contain the sparkle of wonder and disbelief in his expression, "This is crazy…"

"I know! It doesn't make any sense!" He paused, searching Kurt's eyes, "That's why I trust it…"

Kurt desperately wanted to pull Blaine to him in that moment, and kiss the life out of him, but he couldn't, not where they stood. Blaine seemed to read his face though, and his loving smile never wavered.

A bell rang out sharp into the still air, And Kurt frowned, turning, his hands still loosely resting on Blaine's waist. Blaine frowned with innocent confusion at Kurt's slight change in demeanour, "What is it?"

"I don't know…" Kurt frowned.

Any confusion was wiped mere moments later, as a bone-shaking judder wrenched through the deck beneath their feet, pitching Blaine into Kurt.

Blaine twisted, frowning at Kurt's gaping expression, and before he turned around, only to see a great white mass looming ominously against the ship. A horrible screeching rent the air, and Kurt yelled, "Look out!"

They both stumbled backwards, hands steadying each other as chunks of ice skittered across the deck.

They could do nothing more than stare dumbly at the spectacle, side by side, trying to ignore the horrible dread cloying in their throats.

To Be Continued…