Trust

Chapter Six

Blaine tries to calm himself down, fists clenched as he stares into the mirror and softens his features, trying to appear normal even though he had literally been about a second away from physically shoving Ruby away from Kurt. 

She had no right to touch him like that, not when she knew that Blaine was simply delayed and he had told her not to, but of course she probably wouldn’t get into any trouble because she hadn’t technically done anything the company would consider wrong, but the stark terror in Kurt’s eyes should have been evident to anybody. 

And the way he’d clung to Blaine, comfortable in his arms has only reinforced the feelings that Blaine knew were starting to get stronger every time he saw the other man.  Yes, he’s attracted to him, and not just physically, although God knows he’s beautiful.  His snark tonight had been refreshing and defensive, yes, but Blaine knows he’s probably got a wicked sense of humor and seems like a genuinely nice person on top of that but whatever the reason, Blaine wants him.

Still, he has to keep all of that in-check because this is his job, and he reminds himself of that fact as he gets dressed and jams the baseball cap on his head, leaving the washroom to find Kurt still munching on the chocolate and watching him with a smile. 

“I like you better in your own clothes,” Kurt comments, letting the blanket slip a bit and that more than anything tells Blaine he’s back to being comfortable. 

He does, however, have to resist the urge to tell Kurt he likes him more in his own clothes, too, because Kurt’s not supposed to know Blaine spotted him at the coffee shop that day, although the baggy t-shirt and sweats he’d seen lying on the floor were obviously not part of Kurt’s traditional wardrobe and Blaine was strangely glad for that. 

It does make him wonder where Kurt got the clothes from, but it’s probably just a roommate or something.  He’s basically admitted to being single and unattached so Blaine can’t believe it’s more than that, but a tiny flare of jealousy still burns in his stomach and he stubbornly tamps it down.

Now is not the time for that.

“Have to look the part, right?” Blaine smiles and moves closer, reaching out a hand that Kurt grasps.  “You’re sure about this?  We won’t hold it against you if you just leave…”

“I’m good.  I promise,” Kurt sighs and lets the blanket drop, arms crossed over his chest and while Blaine appreciates the bravado (and the view, let’s be real) he still wants to take this easy.  “Just…if you could let me know what’s going on before it happens?  So I can be prepared?  Just for tonight.”

“Of course,” Blaine promises, slipping an arm around Kurt’s shoulders and leading him back to the center of the room.  “I was thinking…come over here for a second,” he tugs him toward a wall where they keep a lot of their equipment, bringing him to stand in front of what looks like a giant wooden ‘X’ with restraints on the tips and Kurt nods.  “Is that okay?  I know you’re suspended but I promise it’s strong and you won’t fall.”

“No, that’s…that’s fine,” Kurt nods.  “I’m okay with that.  What else were you…”

“Okay, I don’t know how well you’ll take this, but I…couldn’t help but notice last time that you have very sensitive nipples, and I thought we could…explore that a little.  I have this…thing, it’s part-gag but if you…”

“I’m okay with it.  Really.  I just…with her, if I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t tell her no, but I know that you know so it’s okay,” he takes a shaky breath and leans into Blaine’s body.  “But we should get ready, right?  This is already running late.”

“Yes.  Right,” Blaine looks up to find the cameramen trickling back in and gets himself centered, trying not to think about Kurt or the way his hair smells or how smooth his skin was under Blaine’s fingertips. 

He’s got a job to do.

000

Setting up doesn’t take that long, Kurt being very willing and eager as soon as he feels comfortable, and Blaine straps him into the restraints and directs the camera to start before he leaves to get the gag, picking it up off of a table with other assorted toys…including the vibrator Ruby had been so close to using, and Blaine knows he’s never going to use that again. 

He comes back to find Kurt staring at his bound wrists, eyes wide and playing the part beautifully and Blaine wonders if he’s had any professional acting training because it certainly seems like it. 

He’ll have to ask, he thinks absently as he steps up, and he knows this is going to be awkward because Kurt’s off the ground and taller than him regardless but he holds up the gag, Kurt giving him a rather coy look before jerking his head to the side in faux-protest (and God, it’s so easy to tell when he’s teasing.  How on Earth could Ruby not have seen that?) so Blaine has to grab his chin and steady his head, Kurt finally opening his mouth as Blaine slips the ball in and reaches behind his head to tighten the strap. 

“You’re going to love this,” he murmurs, so close to Kurt’s ear, and he feels the attached clamps on the gag and reaches down to brush his thumbs over Kurt’s perfect pink nipples, loving the way they harden under his touch and he ducks his head briefly to run his tongue over one, and Kurt’s skin is intoxicating, making Blaine want to taste every inch of him but he’s got to keep himself under control. 

He squeezes one of the clamps, bracing his hand against Kurt’s chest and attaching it to the younger man’s erect nipple as Kurt whines but Blaine can feel his cock, already half-hard, and knows that he’s not in any distress.  He quickly attaches the other one, stepping back to admire his handiwork, and Kurt stares back at him defiantly. 

He’s just…flawless, Blaine thinks with a sigh.  Flawless and pale and he would look amazing with silk ties on his body instead of rope…black or red to bring out his porcelain skin…and he realizes he can’t get caught up in what will happen next time when he’s still working on this time. 

Moving closer, he tugs on the chain connecting the clamps to the gag lightly and Kurt moans, head dropping to the side as he starts to pant and a flush begins to creep down his chest, body twisting a little as Blaine’s hand skims over his cock. 

“What do you want?” Blaine asks softly, one hand resting on Kurt’s flat stomach.  “I can get the vibrator again and do what I did last time or I can stroke you and stay here.  Which one should it be?”

Kurt mumbles something in response, bucking his body against Blaine’s as best he can and that more than anything tells Blaine that he wants him close and he can’t help but feel flattered by that because, honestly, that’s what he wanted Kurt to say. 

“Okay,” he wraps his hand around Kurt’s leaking cock in earnest, stroking up slowly and knowing that he’s probably driving Kurt crazy but he wants this to last, wants to watch every flicker of emotion that crosses his face as he works, and his free hand comes up to play with the chain again as Kurt whines at him. 

They stay that way for a while and Blaine can almost forget about the cameras, because all he can smell and see is Kurt and he can imagine they’re somewhere much more private and doing this for something other than money, and Kurt’s making tiny whimpering noises of pleasure around the gag and it’s ridiculously hot, Blaine rather grateful for almost the first time that nobody could ever tell if he was aroused in the clothes the company requests they wear. 

He pulls himself out of the fantasy, hardening his gaze and stroking a little faster as Kurt jerks into his touch. 

“Ask permission before you come,” Blaine smirks, knowing that’s rather cruel, but it’s all part of the game and he catches Kurt leveling him with an unimpressed glare even though his arousal as he mumbles something.  “Louder.”

Kurt growls at him but complies, breathing ragged, and Blaine has a fierce desire to hear his voice so he undoes the gag with one hand, catching it so it won’t pull on his nipples and holding it to Kurt’s collar. 

“Now.  Ask me again.”

“Please, sir, may I come?  Please?” Kurt’s voice is a little hoarse and low and somehow even more arousing than normal and Blaine shakes his head. 

“I don’t believe you actually want to.  What if I just leave you here for a while…”

“No, please!  Sir, please, I need to…I…” he shakes and Blaine nods. 

“Come.”

“God,” Kurt moans, hot liquid streaking over Blaine’s fist and he gets a rather lewd idea and waits until Kurt is milked dry before lifting his soiled hand to Kurt’s lips, tracing them with his fingers and Kurt obediently sticks his tongue out and laps at Blaine’s fingers, drawing them into his mouth and sucking as he stares right at Blaine and oh, God, Blaine’s going to have fantasy material for weeks after this. 

“Good boy,” he whispers shakily as he withdraws his fingers, running them down Kurt’s chest and leaving trails of wetness against his already sweat-soaked skin as he pulls back and signals the cameras to cut. 

000

The exit interview is predictable, Kurt back in his clothes as he sits on the stool and answers questions dutifully although his hair is mussed and his lips are still too-red, eyes bright in the darkness while he admits that yes, he hadn’t realized how sensitive his nipples were but he wouldn’t be opposed to trying something more in that department and Blaine smiles to himself at that one because he’d rather like to try some more things, too. 

When the cameras shut off and it’s just the two of them again, Kurt surprises him by forgoing the normal formal hand-shake and instead pulls Blaine into a hug that the shorter man folds himself into, bodies pressed together and it just feels so right. 

“Thank you.  Again.  For everything.  I…” Kurt pauses and smiles.  “I wanted you to know that I really do need the money, but if it hadn’t been you I don’t think I would have come back here to get it.”

Blaine digests this for a moment, heart fluttering because that’s one of the most flattering things he’s ever heard, and he holds onto Kurt a little longer than is probably appropriate before letting him go. 

“So you’ll be back, then?”

“Of course.  Provided…”

“Don’t worry, nobody else is going to lay a hand on you,” Blaine realizes how possessive that sounds but Kurt merely snorts and pats his shoulder. 

“Well, I’d better be going.  My stepbrother is supremely protective and I’m sure there’s already twenty messages on my phone inquiring as to my safety and the time I’ll be back, so best not to let him worry,” he reports, Blaine filing this information away. 

“And the clothes?” he can’t help but ask.  “You just…don’t seem like a t-shirt and sweats kind of guy.”

“Finn’s.  My stepbrother,” he nods.  “He, sadly, has no sense of fashion and altogether too many clothes that look the same.  He won’t even notice.”

“Good,” Blaine says before they say their goodbyes, waving as Kurt exits before rushing to the washroom and getting back into his street clothes. 

He’s still horribly aroused but he’s going to wait until he gets home.  Even though people have orgasms in this place all the time, he still feels dirty jacking off in the bathroom and he wants to get lost in his fantasies for a while. 

000

So if all he can imagine is Kurt when he finally takes himself in hand, standing under the hot steam of the shower and fantasizing about a body pressed against his, slender fingers replacing his own and plush lips against his, it’s not a big deal.

And if he’s lying on the couch afterward, blissed out, and Nick and Jeff tease him about how he ‘must have seen his Kurt tonight’ it’s nothing to worry about. 

And especially if he goes to bed alone and dreams of somebody else there with him, he’s not going to be anxious about whether it’s too much. 

It is.  He knows it is.

But right now, he also doesn’t care.