Trust

Chapter Eleven

It doesn’t look comfortable.  But then, Blaine thinks as he runs a hand down Kurt’s neck and hears him whimper in response, it’s not supposed to be.  Kurt’s splayed out on an old black bedframe, black ties connecting him to it at various points on his body: around his neck, stomach, thighs, knees, ankles, biceps, and wrists, and his arms are spread at a ninety-degree angle from his body and them again bent at the elbows so his hands are palm-up beside his head. 

It’s a position Blaine doesn’t use very often because whoever’s caught in it literally cannot move, except maybe to wiggle their hands and feet, but Kurt had promised that as long as he wasn’t hanging in the air he’d be okay and it’s…well, not ideal, not with the slats from the bedframe the only thing supporting Kurt’s body, but it’s better than anything else they’ve got and Kurt doesn’t look in pain although Blaine’s willing to bet his back is still killing him from the last set-up. 

He’ll make it up to him tomorrow. 

“Sir?” Kurt asks questioningly and Blaine realizes he’s been lost in thought for a bit so he shakes his head and leans down, licking at Kurt’s lips for the briefest of moments before moving down his throat and chest, licking over one peaked nipple as Kurt tries vainly to arch against him. 

Blaine chuckles and takes a couple of clamps from his pockets, continuing to work his mouth until the tiny bud of flesh is hard before fastening the clamp as Kurt hisses, glaring at Blaine as he moves to give the same treatment to his other nipple. 

“You’re so pretty, all laid out for me,” he murmurs, noting that Kurt’s horribly aroused already and the fact that he really does get off on this, or maybe off on the fact that it’s Blaine, is kind of amazing and Blaine can’t wait until he can have him in a soft bed instead of in this dungeon-like place.  “Stay there.  Not that you can go anywhere,” he patted Kurt on his stomach before heading across the room to grab the same stand he had used their first session and positions it so the vibrator on the end is right under Kurt’s cock, knowing it might take a while to make him orgasm from that position but that’s fine with Blaine. 

Flicking it on he sees Kurt’s body jerk and he leaves it run, sliding up beside Kurt’s head and reaching to flick his nipples under the clamps as Kurt whines and tries to turn away. 

Blaine stops moving, knowing that what he’s about to do is going to be very, very detrimental to his own state of arousal because the last time he’d done this it had been hard enough, but the bulky coveralls will hide it for the most part and he wants to see this. 

He lifts his fingers up to Kurt’s mouth, tracing his lips gently before tapping his chin.  “Open.”

Kurt does and Blaine slides two fingers inside, and Kurt’s mouth is hot and wet and Blaine tries to hold back a groan imagining the feeling of it around his cock.  Kurt’s looking at him like he has no idea what’s happening so Blaine pushes his fingers in a little more, not wanting to make Kurt gag, and Kurt finally closes his lips around them and sucks. 

And yes, this is a bad, bad idea, with Kurt’s eyes fluttering shut and his cheeks hollowed, throat working as he swallows and Blaine knows he’s going to jerk off as soon as he’s home tonight because this is by far the hottest thing he’s ever seen. 

Kurt whimpers then, hips trying to shift, and Blaine knows he’s seeking more friction but he’s not about to give it to the younger man.   “No.  Keep sucking,” he adds a third finger, Kurt’s lips stretched wider but he takes it although his eyes are challenging.  “You do want to have an orgasm, right?”

The other man glares at him but sucks obediently, twining his tongue around Blaine’s fingers and letting out these little high-pitched whines in time with his breathing, so Blaine knows he’s close when they get more frequent.  “Ask,” he reminds him and Kurt mumbles something incomprehensible so Blaine withdraws his fingers, “Ask now.”

“Sir…” Kurt swallows and gasps, turning his head to the side.  “Sir, I…I…”

“Ask,” Blaine sets a hand in the center of Kurt’s chest and leans over him as Kurt clenches his hands into fists. 

“Sir, please, may I come?  Please,” he nearly sobs and Blaine’s done this enough to know that this particular sound is his breaking point.

“You can come,” he says, keeping his hand in place as Kurt moans and does, cock pulsing, and Blaine reaches to turn the vibrator off once he’s done. 

He looks at Kurt then, stained with his own cum, panting and laid out, and thinks that he’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

His boyfriend is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, he reminds himself with a bit of a smile, and Kurt sighs and gives him a smile of his own as Blaine moves to undo the ties. 

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“Do you ever think about being tied up?” Kurt asks the next night, lying on Blaine’s bed with a towel covering him from the waist down and Blaine finds it endearing that he’s so modest outside of work.  He’d looked around Blaine’s apartment upon entering, nodding in approval before heading straight to the bedroom and informing Blaine that yes, his shoulders and lower back were killing him so Blaine had best make good on his promise. 

“Sometimes,” Blaine admits.  “I think I’ve got a bit of a submissive in me, but I don’t…”

“Don’t what?” Kurt’s head is pillowed on his folded arms and he cranes his neck back to look at Blaine, eyes half-closed in pleasure. 

“Don’t…trust that easily, I guess.  The idea of…doing it in that environment has me getting softer, not harder,” he admits with a rueful laugh as he keeps rubbing oil into Kurt’s shoulders, “Is that strange, considering the job I work at?”

“No,” Kurt says after a few moments.  “I don’t think…if it had been anybody other than you, I would never have come back.  But you’re right, it’s all about trust.  And I trust you,” he adds, rather unnecessarily, but Blaine leans forward and brushes a kiss against the nape of his neck as Kurt sighs happily and flexes his toes, stretching out.  “I’m glad it was you.”

“I’m glad it was me, too,” Blaine says honestly, continuing to knead as he keeps talking.  “I guess I just…ever since…” he stops, realizing he’s never told Kurt about that part of his past and deciding now was as good a time as any.  “When I was a freshman, a friend of mine…he was gay, but we weren’t dating…we went to a school dance.  We were waiting for my father to pick us up when some…well, let’s just say cracked ribs and a broken collarbone aren’t the most pleasant things to experience,” his voice grows hard, bitter, and he can feel Kurt tense. 

“Blaine…”

“Don’t.  Please.  I don’t…want to dwell on it.  It’s hard to even talk about,” he admits bitterly, staring down and willing his hands to start moving again.  “Regardless, that’s why I transferred to Dalton, and maybe that’s why I’ve never wanted to try what you do at work.  I can’t give up that control, not to…not to just anybody, because I remember what it was like to be helpless and unable to get away.”

Kurt thankfully doesn’t say anything, merely ‘hmms’ thoughtfully before nodding.  “I have an idea.”

“What?”

“Do you trust me?” he asks, a tiny smile on his lips and Blaine presses his thumbs into the small of Kurt’s back and nods. 

“Of course.”

“Can we…is it possible to go into work sometime when we aren’t working?  I’d like to…try some things with you, see if you like them.  If you’re okay with them,” he amends and Blaine thinks that the idea isn’t horrible. 

“I…actually, yes, they encourage it, for us to try out the devices and just make sure we know how to use them on-camera so as long as nobody’s booked we can go in,” he tells Kurt, who smiles and wiggles a little and Blaine can’t resist drawing the towel away, Kurt gasping a little but he doesn’t protest and Blaine moves his hands down over Kurt’s perfect ass to his thighs. 

“It’s a plan, then,” Kurt murmurs throatily, the sound shooting straight to Blaine’s groin and Blaine tries not to let it show on his face. 

“Great,” he squeaks and Kurt looks at him curiously. 

“Blaine…are you…” he sits up suddenly as Blaine scrambles to hide his arousal but Kurt’s eyes dart to his sweatpants immediately, looking a little stunned but mostly interested.  “It’s okay,” he promises.  “I…I’d probably be aroused too…that massage was amazing, but I’m too relaxed and nervous right now…”

“Kurt, don’t worry about it,” Blaine says immediately, even though what he really wants to do is shuck his pants and crawl on top of Kurt, but he can’t. 

He’s not going to push him. 

“Blaine,” Kurt says firmly and Blaine looks to meet his eyes.  “It’s okay.  I want to…you’ve seen me, so many times, and I…want to see you,” he breathes out, looking excited, and Blaine lets out a slow breath before gripping the hem of his t-shirt and lifting it over his head, shoving his pants down before he can second-guess himself as he hears Kurt take a sharp breath.  “Oh…”

“Okay?” Blaine knows he’s got a good body, knows that he works out enough and that he’s never had any complaints but nobody’s opinion has ever meant as much as Kurt’s and that’s making him nervous. 

“You’re gorgeous,” Kurt’s eyes are fixated on his cock and Blaine realizes again that Kurt’s never done this, with anybody, but he moves forward slowly and leans over Kurt as the younger man skims his fingers through some of the leftover oil and reaches to close his hand around Blaine’s cock, shuddering at the touch.  “Blaine…”

“Just do what feels right,” Blaine promises, knowing that even if it’s a little too hesitant the fact that it’s Kurt touching him is going to make him come, and Kurt gets a look of steely determination on his face as he starts to stroke, reaching to kiss Blaine at the same time and Blaine sinks into it, letting himself relax. 

“This okay?” Kurt asks, nearly into his mouth, and Blaine nods and starts to grind his hips, keeping his body from touching Kurt’s because he knows that this is about him, for once, and that Kurt probably deserves to see him orgasm for the number of times he’s seen Kurt.

The thought isn’t as frightening as it should be, even though he hasn’t had an actual boyfriend in years, and one-night stands really don’t care what you look like as long as you’re a good fuck. 

“Kurt,” he groans and Kurt moves his hand faster, flicking his wrist and swiping his thumb over the leaking slit as Blaine feels his arms start to shake.  “Kurt, I…”

“I won’t make you ask me,” Kurt growls…growls…and one more firm stroke is all it takes before he’s coming with a groan, Kurt’s eyes wide and enthralled as he stares at him in awe.  “Wow…”

“Yeah?” Blaine asks, still trying to keep himself mostly upright, but Kurt pulls him down, heedless of the cum on both their chests, and kisses him fiercely. 

“Yeah.”