Territory
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Territory: Part Nine


E - Words: 1,770 - Last Updated: Aug 10, 2012
Story: Closed - Chapters: 9/? - Created: Jun 24, 2012 - Updated: Aug 10, 2012
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“What did you have in mind for tonight?” Kurt asked while pouring dressing over his salad. “More duets? More angry breakup songs? I think we're obligated to do 'You Oughta Know' at some point.”

 

It was Karaoke night at Breadstix for the third week in a row, and once again Kurt and Blaine planned on dominating the stage. But after the heated kiss in the parking lot the week before, and a week of flirtatious texts and holding hands at the Lima Bean, tonight had a different tone.

 

Blaine pushed ravioli around on his plate, not quite looking up at Kurt. “Are you still Alanis Morissette angry?” he asked.

 

Kurt giggled. “No, it's just that it's an epic breakup song. An 'anthem' even,” he said, doing air quotes and rolling his eyes.

 

“Good,” Blaine said, looking up into Kurt's eyes with sudden intensity. “I'm ready for this to start being just about us, and not about him.”

 

Kurt's heart did a little swoop as he looked back at Blaine. “Of course,” he said softly. “So,” he continued, “This isn't two friends meeting to commiserate over a boy, anymore... it's a dinner date?”

 

Blaine smiled and nodded. “I'd like that.”

 

“And we aren't just two of Sebastian's castoffs taking solace in each other's company... so, what are we?” Kurt meant to be bolder with his words, but found himself retreating and flashing a coy smile. Fortunately, Blaine filled in the gaps, as he always could so easily.

 

“We're...” Blaine trailed off, looking away to gather his courage before taking a deep breath and looking back into Kurt's blue eyes hopefully. “Boyfriends?”

 

Kurt smiled, speechless and smitten. He leaned over the table to peck Blaine on the lips before settling back down in his chair. Blaine smiled back, brushing his fingertips over Kurt's knuckles, his pasta completely forgotten.

 

Blaine's phone buzzed on the table. He picked it up, seeing that it was from a very recognizable number that he'd deleted from his phone recently.

 

From: 614-555-2463

You busy, Killer?

 

Blaine grit his teeth as he read the message. He knew he should ignore it, but he was compelled to answer anyway.

 

To: 614-555-2463

As a matter of fact I am. I'm out on a date with Kurt.

 

Blaine took a bite of ravioli, but was interrupted as his phone buzzed minutes later.

 

From: 614-555-2463

He's not worth your time. Make an excuse to leave. I look forward to taking you apart piece by piece with my tongue.

 

Blaine typed furiously, unable to leave the comments alone.

 

To: 614-555-2463

It's not going to happen, Sebastian.

 

From: 614-555-2463

Maybe not tonight, but it will. Sooner or later you'll figure out what a total bore Kurt is in bed and come back to me. Might be much later, he was a fucking prude too. You should have seen what I had to go through to get into his pants that first time.

 

Blaine's fingers tightened around the phone until his knuckles turned white.

 

Blaine,” Kurt said softly, “He's not going to stop. Please just ignore it. Just about us, not about him, remember?”

 

You're right. He just knows how to push my buttons.” Blaine shut off the phone, then looked up at Kurt and smiled.

 

You know what, I do have a breakup song we could sing, but you're singing it with me.” He got up to put the song in queue, then the boys wolfed down some of their dinner before taking the stage.

 

The power lines went out

And I am all alone

I don't really care at all

Not answering my phone

 

All the games you played

The promises you made

Couldn't finish what you started

Only darkness still remains

 

Lost sight, couldn't see

When it was you and me

 

Blow the candles out

Looks like a solo tonight

I'm beginning to see the light”

 

* * * * *

 

The following Monday, Blaine cornered Sebastian in an unoccupied section of hallway at Dalton. The expression on Blaine's face stopped Sebastian in his tracks.

 

“I need for you to stop texting me, Seb... Sebastian.” Blaine corrected himself.

 

Sebastian winced. “I can't do that, Blaine,” he said evenly, after recovering his composure.

 

“Yes, you can. You can and you will. You aren't going to accomplish anything, so just knock it off.” Blaine's eyes flashed dark with anger.

 

Sebastian tilted up his chin and looked down his nose at Blaine, leaning casually against the wall. “Come off it. I remember the way you moaned my name when I fucked you. You're going to want more, it's only a matter of time. That pretty princess boytoy can only hold your interest for so long. I know you, Blaine... I know what you need.”

 

“What I need is for you to leave me alone. Leave Kurt alone. Leave the both of us alone so we can lick our wounds and heal from how you used us. What you did was awful, can't you see that, respect it, even a little?”

 

Sebastian smirked, the harsh words bouncing off of him like raindrops. “Dump the Gelfling. We can still have fun.”

 

“Just... stop, Sebastian. Just stop. I'm with Kurt now. But even if I wasn't, there's no way I'd take you back after what happened. Are you kidding me with this shit? How fucking arrogant are you, anyway?”

 

“It's not like that, Blaine.” Sebastian said, taking a step towards Blaine with a sudden intensity in his gaze, the casual attitude dissolved. “It's not about Kurt, or arrogance, or having the most toys, or any of that. Those are all irrelevancies.”

 

“Kurt is not irrelevant. You treated him that way, but I never will. You can't have him. Go find another cute Dalton boy to fuck, and leave us alone.”

 

“I don't want him, and I don't want another Dalton boy. I want you, Blaine.”

 

“You've had me. And you won't have me again.” Blaine replied, backing away.

 

“Blaine, no...” Sebastian said, softly. He stepped forward and firmly captured Blaine's hands in his, tilting his head down so that his chin nearly rested on top of the shorter boy's head. “I just want you. Only you. I don't mean sex. I mean... I want you.”

 

“Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, moving on. Moved on.” Blaine snapped. He backed out of Sebastian's embrace, holding his hands up apologetically yet firmly as he stepped away, then turned on his heel and walked out of the room.

 

“But, Blaine! Wait... What I meant to say was... I... I love you.” Sebastian said to an empty room.

 

* * * * *

 

Blaine and Kurt crashed through the door of Blaine's dorm room, Kurt barely managing to scramble the door shut behind them and not truly caring about it. The way that Blaine was moving his hips against Kurt's thigh was enough to wipe away even Kurt's sense of modesty.

 

Kurt braced his shoulders and pried his face back, panting. Blaine looked at him quizzically for a moment, long enough for Kurt to get his bearings. He placed a hand directly in the center of Blaine's chest, and shoved him roughly backwards, the backs of his knees hitting the bed and launching him down onto the mattress.

 

Kurt pounced, pinning Blaine's hands down and sucking hard directly under his ear. Blaine screamed at the suddenly intense sensation, trailing off into a series of “Ah”s as Kurt worked up a rhythm, pressing a perfect circle of red into Blaine's neck.

 

Kurt lifted his mouth briefly to view the resulting mark. “Mine, all mine,” he whispered, before diving his tongue into Blaine's mouth.

 

Blaine moaned as his mouth was filled, his own tongue caught up and pushed aside with the forcefulness of Kurt's desire. Kurt's hands flew to Blaine's shirt, undoing the buttons as quickly and as carefully as he could manage while completely besotted with lust. Somewhere in the back of Blaine's brain, a thought sparked and caused him to do the same, easing off the other boy's shirt while Kurt was busy stripping him.

 

When both boys were shirtless and shoeless on the bed, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and pressed harsh kisses into his chest, peppering the muscles of Kurt's body randomly as he frantically moved around, trying to touch every inch of skin.

 

Kurt cradled Blaine in his arms, surrendering to the sensation for a few minutes, before he simply had to kiss Blaine on the lips once again. They kissed deeply, collapsing back onto the mattress with Kurt on top.

 

Blaine's hands flew to his own pants, unbuckling his belt and undoing the fly. Kurt noticed the motion and paused, suddenly a bit shy. He knelt back on the bed and haltingly began to take off his own pants.

 

Blaine stroked his now-freed cock twice in relief, before noticing the expression on Kurt's face. His hands quickly flew to his sides and his erection flagged. “Kurt, baby, what's wrong? Are we going too fast for you?”

 

“No...” Kurt replied. “I want this, believe me, oh my god I want it, it's just...” he wrapped his arms around his middle and tried to beat down his insecurities. “I'm not entirely sure how to proceed.”

 

“Um,” Blaine said, trying to shake blood back into his brain, “...we both learned from the same guy, I'd think we'd be on the same page, moreso than other couples.” He smiled wryly up at Kurt.

 

“That's kind of the problem, actually,” Kurt said, dropping his hands to his lap and trying not to stare at Blaine's cock. “He would always... you know...”

 

“I could guess, but why don't you just say it?” said a confused Blaine.

 

“He topped, every single time. He was really set on it. I figured... I mean, which one of us tops? Have you ever even...” Kurt trailed off.

 

“Well, my internet research suggests that this is a question that every gay couple faces sooner or later,” Blaine said with detached professionalism, earning a giggle from Kurt. “But I topped sometimes. It was about equal actually. I can top if that's what you're worried about.”

 

Kurt blushed. He was frustrated by this new knowledge, but also incredibly turned on by the prospects it held. “Blaine... what if I'd rather top?”

 

“You want to top? That's fine.” Blaine leaned up and brushed a thumb across Kurt's cheek. “I thought you meant the opposite, but I'm happy either way.”

 

“I always wanted to try it. He would never let me.” Kurt said quietly.

 

“That wasn't a healthy relationship, then,” Blaine replied automatically.

 

“No shit, Blaine,” Kurt snarked, popping a hand up to his own mouth in surprise at the profanity.

 

Blaine dissolved into laughter, tangling their hands together and pulling Kurt down on top of him. He spread his knees and maneuvered Kurt in between them, clasping their entwined hands to his chest. “I propose that Sebastian is hereby banished from our bedroom,” Blaine said, pressing a kiss to their collective fingers. Kurt nodded.

 

“Excellent. Now, please fuck me into the mattress, beautiful.” Blaine said with a smile.

End Notes: I'll fill the prompt soon, I swear! How do you like their first time? And the song? Do you wish I'd actually written out the thrusting and orgasms? Don't worry, there's real smut yet to come. Any suggestions for me?

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Ok so Seb loves Blaine then. I'm wondering how you will work this! Very interested to see how this threesome will come about. Not to mention looking forward to the smut!!!! :-D

Awww I'm sooo happy for them :)

I realy like this, and please, if you even still look at these, please update this if you have the time. I can't wait to read what happens next.