Trust

Chapter Ten

“Was that your first kiss?”

“None of your business,” Kurt replies shortly, not wanting to discuss this with Finn when his lips are tingling and his whole body is screaming for more of Blaine’s touch.  Oh, that could have gone so much farther, and he’s actually a little disappointed it didn’t. 

He’s impressed by how much of a gentleman Blaine is, naturally, but he wants right now and he’s not prone to jerking off ever but he might have to break that rule for tonight. 

“So it was.”

“Not there, but…inside the apartment.  Yes,” Kurt admits, a flush staining his cheeks, but Finn only slides an arm around his shoulders and pulls him in. 

“Good.  He’s really awesome, Kurt, and I think he’s good for you,” Finn says, nodding seriously as Kurt snorts and leans further into him. 

“Well, I’m glad he passes the brother-test, then,” he sighs, and he actually is glad because Finn’s opinion is important to him and if Blaine’s going to be around a lot it’s better if Finn likes him. 

Kurt makes his escape soon afterward, still aroused and Finn will never let him hear the end of it if he knows, and for once he gives into temptation and jerks off quickly in the shower, imagining Blaine’s hands and Blaine’s mouth and Blaine’s skin pressed against his own, and he makes a mental note to phone the website and see when Blaine’s next available to take a client. 

One of the perks of the job, he thinks: Blaine may be too respectful of him to get him off in the safety of one of their homes, but at work it’s part of his job to.

And Kurt intends to take full advantage of that. 

000

It’s strange, he thinks as he flexes his feet and tries to arch his back in a way that doesn’t hurt.  He’s barely aware of the cameras this time around, only thrumming with anticipation to see Blaine and be close to him and it doesn’t matter if anybody’s watching because in the end this is really for them.

And he’s been thinking about this a lot, how he wants this to go, which is why he requests to get there early and have the cameramen help him get ready (he trusts them by now, because it’s hard not to when they’ve seen everything) and he makes some adjustments to the contract, nixing the ‘no kissing’ rule and bolding a couple of other things with the hopes that Blaine will get the hint (none of this has to do with the fact that he really, really wants a blowjob, of course it doesn’t) and he might be a little more ashamed of his sudden awareness of his own sexual nature, but he’s young and should by all rights be horny and thinking about sex all the time so really, this is blessedly normal. 

The situation he’s in is far from normal, however, and he hopes Blaine gets here soon.  The entire contraption is just two pillars with a hook hanging between them, and he’s nearly off the ground between the pillars.  His arms are tied tightly behind his back, a rope running from his wrists to attack around one of the pillars, and his legs are spread with ropes from each ankle tying him to the other.  There’s a rope around his midriff, knotted just above his navel and looped over the hook in the ceiling so he’s bent nearly in half, back arched and head thrown back and it hurts, a little, but he’s so hard and wanting he doesn’t care. 

He hears Blaine before he sees him and cranes his neck awkwardly, looking nearly upside-down as Blaine wanders in looking at the checklist, his brow furrowed. 

“Okay, but I don’t understand why you’re giving this to me now, when…” and suddenly he trails off, eyes widening as he spots Kurt and the younger man can literally see his hazel eyes darken and if anything it makes him even harder. 

“Kurt,” Blaine breathes his name out like a prayer and Kurt forces a grin onto his face. 

“Surprise?”

“It is…I…right,” and Blaine’s suddenly all-business, directing the cameras into place as he comes over and runs his fingers along the rope looping around Kurt’s back, leaning in close.  “Was the fact that you put a little star beside blowjob a hint?”

“If you want to take it that way,” Kurt tries to sound coy but strung up like he is he’s guessing he fails miserably, and Blaine rests a warm hand on his belly and nods. 

“I don’t usually, you know, but for you I’ll make an exception,” he promises, patting Kurt’s stomach before moving away.  “You’re still okay?”

“Yeah.  Good,” Kurt promises, watching as Blaine instructs the operators to turn on the cameras and then they’re back to acting, and it’s no longer ‘Kurt and Blaine: so fluffy they’ll give you cavities’ (and really, Kurt thinks, they’re kind of sickeningly sappy when they’re alone, even though they’ve only gone on two dates).  It’s ‘Kurt and Blaine: let us put on a show and give Kurt a damn good orgasm that he has to work for while we’re at it’. 

“Struggle a little,” Blaine tells him, winking, and Kurt grins in return and steels himself as the call comes to start the show. 

So he does, glancing behind him and wiggling his wrists before shifting his feet, a tiny whimper escaping his throat unbidden as he unintentionally puts more strain on his back.  He can hear Blaine rustling around but doesn’t know why, and a second later that question is answered as the older man comes into his line of vision, holding up a cock ring and gracing Kurt with a rather dark smirk. 

“You know, we like our virgins around here,” his fingers lightly dance over Kurt’s chest, tweaking a nipple playfully as Kurt gasps and arches up against his touch.  “But the instant my mouth touches you you’re going to come and that’s no fun, so this is going to make you last a little longer,” he reaches down to stroke Kurt’s cock, a couple of firm pulls all he gives before slipping the ring on and Kurt moans at the tightness. 

“Sir, please,” he whispers, although he doesn’t even know what he’s asking for, and Blaine laughs and noses at his neck for a bit before dropping to his knees between Kurt’s spread legs, fingers running up his thighs as Kurt whimpers and tries to move closer. 

“Such an eager little slut,” Blaine nearly growls and oh, God, his boyfriend is hot and oh, God, Blaine’s his boyfriend and the thought still sends a warmth shooting through his chest. 

But no, he thinks firmly.  Right now, Blaine’s not his boyfriend.  And he has to remember that. 

Blaine squeezes his hip suddenly, almost in warning, and Kurt groans as he feels something hot and wet flick over the head of his cock, swiping up a bead of pre-cum and God, they are so doing this when he can tangle his fingers in Blaine’s curls and watch his mouth around Kurt’s cock and no, bad thoughts if he doesn’t want to come in the next two seconds. 

He still gasps as Blaine’s lips wrap around him for the first time, firm and sure and he fights down the spike of jealousy he feels in knowing that he isn’t the first person Blaine’s gone down on, but he can’t think about that, either. 

Blaine’s hands are firm under his thighs now, helping to hold him up as he sucks, tongue flicking and pressing into the slit on Kurt’s cock as Kurt whines and tries to buck his hips forward, and this has to be the sweetest torture ever invented because every nerve in his body is thrumming, completely on-edge but he doesn’t want it to ever stop. 

“Ask me,” Blaine murmurs, pulling away for the briefest of moments before going down deeper, nearly taking him all the way in and Kurt almost screams at the feeling because if not for the cock ring and the fact that he’s been commanded not to, he’d have been coming a long time ago. 

“Please, sir…” Kurt manages to get out before his speech devolves into moans again, and why is it so damn hard to form words when Blaine’s doing that? 

“Please what?” Blaine sounds like he’s laughing and Kurt growls because oh, one day he’s going to get revenge and it’s going to be that much sweeter because of all of this. 

“Please, sir,” he says again, trying to just focus on the words…the little, little words and not how sweet Blaine’s mouth is or how warm his hands are or the strain in his arms and his legs.  Just the words.  Only that.  “Please, sir, may I come?”

Blaine doesn’t answer but he hums, the vibrations nearly too much for Kurt to handle as he yelps and clenches his toes, trying to do anything to stave off his orgasm.

“Please, sir, please,” he knows Blaine knows he’s at his breaking point and he feels the other man squeeze his hip again, a clear signal if he’s ever felt one and even the cock ring can’t hold it off anymore as he comes, body shaking and completely limp in the ropes as Blaine swallows around him, licking and sucking until Kurt whimpers at the overstimulation and then he pulls off, staggering upright so Kurt can see him and he looks undone, too: mouth red and eyes still lust-dark. 

And then Blaine’s kissing him, even with the awkward angle, his mouth bitter but Kurt doesn’t even care as he returns it heatedly and when Blaine pulls away he physically has to gather himself before directing the cameras to stop and calling some of the guys over to help Kurt down, but when he’s finally free of the ropes and Blaine tells everybody to come back in fifteen minutes, Kurt has a feeling he knows why. 

000

“So was that a good surprise?” Kurt asks, feeling comfortable and happy as he’s wrapped in a blanket and eating chocolate again (it’s an indulgence but Blaine insists so he’s not going to turn him down) as he perches in Blaine’s lap. 

“I honestly had no idea why they handed me your sheet when I got here, because I figured you’d have told me, but…it was.  A very good surprise,” Blaine looks much younger now, eyes less guarded and mouth sticky-sweet from the soft kisses they’ve shared.  “Was that…your idea?  The set-up?”

“Mm,” Kurt nods, blushing because part of him is really wondering where in his brain he’d come up with that.  “Was it okay?”

“Kurt…God, I nearly came in my pants when I walked in and saw you,” he chuckles and Kurt leans in to kiss him again because honestly, that’s not something he ever wants to stop doing.  “Are you okay to go for another round?”

“As long as it’s a little easier to stay in than that last one.  My imagination can be a wonderful thing but I’m going to be sore tomorrow because of it,” Kurt grimaces, imagining how the strain on his shoulders and back is going to affect him the next day. 

“Tell you what,” Blaine looks thoughtful and he nuzzles his nose against Kurt’s neck, breathing him in.  “Tomorrow night, are you free?”

“I think so.  Why?”

“I thought I could give you a massage.  Just as a thank-you for the surprise today.  You’ll need it,” he rubs Kurt’s shoulders and yeah, they’re already starting to hurt, so that’s probably a good plan now that he thinks about it. 

Truthfully a massage sounds wonderful so he nods, tilting Blaine’s head up to kiss him slowly once more and Blaine smiles dopily at him. 

“I’ll text you my address.  Nick and Jeff should be out so we won’t be disturbed,” he promises, Kurt nodding and deciding they’d done enough talking and should go back to kissing, and from the enthusiastic way Blaine arches up into it, he’s pretty sure the other man feels the same.