Chapter Ten

Now I’m twisted up when I’m twisted with you,

Brush so lightly.

And time trickles down and I’m breathing for two,

Squeeze so tightly.

"You don't have to," was the first thing Kurt said to him when he admitted to running into Carter at the take-out place.  "You do not have to, Blaine, because you don't owe him anything, and honestly?  I don't owe him anything, either.  I broke up with him.  Life goes on.  He has to deal with it," Kurt sounded stern but there was a little bit of worry in his eyes, and Blaine wasn't sure what that meant. 

"I know, but I feel like I should, if it's going to make this whole thing go away," Blaine shrugged, eating a piece of chicken from his curry and trying to stay unconcerned.  He wasn't exactly scared of Carter, because it wasn't as if the other man had any say in what Kurt did with his life, but it was a little disconcerting how...intent he was on talking to Blaine. 

"Well, we can think about it later," Kurt promised, reaching to pat Blaine's arm as they continued to eat, and he snuggled back further against the younger man as Blaine sighed and tried to forget about Carter because he didn't matter.  This...right here...was what he'd been craving for way too long, and he wasn't even letting himself enjoy it which wasn't right at all.

They ate in silence for the most part, the television a low hum in the background, and when Kurt sighed and set his empty take-out box aside Blaine scrambled to finish his own before putting it down, trying not to be surprised when Kurt turned to straddle his legs and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck. 

"Um..." Blaine started, his body already reacting to the proximity, and Kurt laughed throatily and ducked his head to rest it on Blaine's shoulder, the position a little awkward but Kurt didn't seem to mind so Blaine just gripped his sides and held him close.  "What are you..."

"I was thinking..." Kurt started before shaking his head, brow furrowed as he searched for the words to say.  "I mean, you and I...why are we waiting?" he finally asked, and Blaine's breath hitched as his entire body felt like it was on fire.  That was possibly the last thing he'd expected when Kurt came over tonight, and while his brain was telling him to say no, to stop it, to not let it go there...

It had been almost five years.  He needed this, maybe more than he'd needed anything in his life, and all that came out of his mouth was a feeble, "But if it's too soon..."

"It's not.  It's too long, actually, and if I'd maybe gotten my head out of my ass and let some of my stupid pride go..."

"Hey, hey, no," Blaine protested, squeezing Kurt's hips.  "Don't, Kurt.  Everything back then?  That was me.  I cheated on you.  You didn't have to forgive me then, and you don't have to now..."

"I know," Kurt placed a finger over his lips, light but with obvious intent, and Blaine snapped his mouth closed.  "I know, Blaine, I do.  But I've missed you so much, and...and I'm never going to get that time back with you..."

"So we make it now," Blaine realized slowly, a tiny smile spreading across his lips.  Really, he'd be an utter fool if he said no to this, so he nodded and heard Kurt let out a relieved 'whuff' of breath before his lips were on Blaine's, hand cupping his jaw and tongue diving into his mouth like he was starving for it.

Blaine kissed back just as harshly, knowing that they weren't going to regret this and he could finally, finally have the relationship he'd always wanted with Kurt.  His hands clenched in Kurt's sweater, tugging a little, and Kurt obligingly lifted his arms and let Blaine slide it off and over his head.  The shorter man stopped for a moment, then, just drinking in the sight of Kurt.  He'd filled out from their high school days, a bit leaner and with more muscle definition than he'd had as a teenager, but his skin was still milky-white and softer than anybody else's that Blaine had ever touched, and he ran his hands up Kurt's chest reverently as he stared at him. 

"Hi," Kurt laughed, flinching at the no-doubt ticklish sensation Blaine's light touches were causing. 

"Hi," Blaine replied, breathless, and he ducked his head to mouth at Kurt's collarbone, needing to taste his skin.  "Mm, wanna taste you," he murmured, hearing Kurt chuckle again.

"I'd say you are, and I might be worried if I knew you weren't going to eat me," he teased, but Blaine looked up to make Kurt see what he'd meant, and the other man sucked in a sharp gasp of air.  "Oh, you mean...oh.  Yes.  Please, but we...I need to see you, first..." he tugged at Blaine's shirt and Blaine nodded, letting Kurt get off of his lap before he stood up. 

"Should we, um, move this to the bedroom?  It'll probably be more comfortable than my old wreck of a couch," he kicked the piece of furniture and it groaned under his foot as Kurt snorted. 

"Yes, something not falling apart would be useful," he retorted dryly, spinning on his heel before collecting his sweater and sauntering into the bedroom.  Blaine had a momentary thought to clean up their mess from dinner before he decided to leave it, because there were obviously more important things to attend to. 

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He was almost shaking by the time they'd both stripped down to their underwear, Kurt's hands on his bare chest and back feeling like burning hot firebrands and he tried to remember the last time he'd been touched like this and came up blank (actually, he knew very well, and it was the last time he'd been with Kurt, but it hurt too much to think about that so he was letting it go).  Kurt's fingers were soft and sure, bolder than they'd been when they were teenagers and he seemed to remember all of the places on Blaine's body that were extra ticklish or sent jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. 

"Kurt, I..." he mumbled and Kurt shushed him verbally before kissing him, no hesitance left in his movements as Blaine clutched at him and ground their hips together.  "I need to...this will..."

"Okay," Kurt seemed to know what his broken sentences really meant and eased himself away, propping up a pillow against the headboard before he leaned back against it and smiled, crooking one finger in an obvious 'come hither' gesture as Blaine scrambled to comply, mouth latching onto Kurt's neck once more. 

"I thought you were giving me a blowjob?" Kurt asked, running his hands feather-light down Blaine's back, and Blaine nodded absently and tried to focus on what he really wanted to do as he nipped his way down Kurt's torso, tongue darting out to lave over a peaked nipple as Kurt moaned and grabbed his head to hold him in place.  "Blaine."

"Now who's the impatient one?" Blaine asked with a smirk, paying Kurt's chest a little more attention before he slid down the bed enough that he was in the right spot for what he was about to do.  "Can I..."

"Yes," Kurt hissed.  "Or I'll do it myself, just..."

The younger man finally complied, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Kurt's already-tight underwear and drawing them down, throwing them somewhere off to the side as he leaned forward. 

"You used to be really good at this," Kurt's voice was soft, almost contemplative, and Blaine darted his tongue out to swipe the tip of Kurt's erection, closing his eyes because God, it probably sounded pathetic, but he'd always loved doing this for Kurt and he had a feeling he was going to love it even more now.  Kurt was just...beautiful everywhere, a pink flush of arousal starting to spread down his whole body and his eyes were dark with lust as he looked down at Blaine. 

"I hope I'm better now," Blaine slid his mouth over the tip of Kurt's cock before he could let himself get too overwhelmed by the knowledge of what he was doing, and what he thought he'd never get the privilege to do again, and he sucked gently as Kurt gasped and threw his hand up to grip the headboard.  

"Blaine, you...do you...shouldn't we use..."

"Are you clean?" Blaine asked, but he already knew the answer because of course Kurt was, and they'd done away with condoms pretty shortly into their relationship back in high school because the taste of latex had nothing on bare skin. 

"Yes," Kurt reached his free hand down to grip in Blaine's hair, urging him on, and Blaine nuzzled against Kurt's thigh for a moment or two. 

"Then we don't need them.  I said I wanted to taste you, Kurt," he reminded the older man gently, and then Kurt was tugging him forward and he went eagerly, taking in as much of Kurt's ample cock as he could and letting his body remember what Kurt had liked, what made him come completely apart.  He moved to hook Kurt's legs over his shoulders, the other man bent almost in half at the action but God, Kurt was flexible, and Blaine knew that he loved it like this, loved those moments when he trusted somebody enough to just...give up all control. 

Sliding his hands under Kurt's back, he lifted his hips a little more, almost holding him up as he sucked and swallowed and hummed, and Kurt was unashamedly loud, holding Blaine's head in place as his body started to tense.

 "Blaine...oh fuck, Blaine, I can't...I need..."

Blaine hummed again, needing Kurt to know that it was okay, and either the other man did or he just couldn't hold back anymore and he curled around Blaine even tighter as his orgasm hit him.  Blaine let his eyes flutter shut as he swallowed, working Kurt gently through it, and he finally slid his mouth off and let Kurt's legs slip from his shoulders as he pulled back, working his jaw a little bit because yeah, it'd been a while since he'd done that. 

"Wow," Kurt sounded a little wrecked, hair falling in his eyes and chest heaving as he slumped against the pillows.  "I...yeah.  You got better."

"Told you," Blaine moved up for a kiss and smiled against Kurt's lips, letting the other man taste himself on Blaine's tongue.  "That was good?"

"Amazing," Kurt assured him, hand sliding down Blaine's chest and into his boxers.  "Can I return the favor?"

"You can do whatever you want," Blaine assured him, because anything Kurt wanted was more than fine by him, and Kurt leaned in for another searing kiss before flipping them over, straddling Blaine's hips and looking down at him with so much affection and trust that Blaine swore his heart skipped a beat. 

"Whatever I want, hmm?" Kurt arched an eyebrow and smiled.  "Sounds like a plan."

"Good," Blaine hauled him in for one more kiss, letting his body go limp and knowing he was going to enjoy whatever Kurt had in store for him.