LesOubliettes
June 17, 2013, 8:35 p.m.
Let Me Fall: Chapter 3
E - Words: 2,452 - Last Updated: Jun 17, 2013 Story: Closed - Chapters: 16/? - Created: Jul 20, 2012 - Updated: Jun 17, 2013 801 0 2 0 0
Author's Notes: This chapter...has no point. Except smut.Soo...Yeah.The plot comes back in Part 4. Which will go up when I have finished both 5 and 6. [Can't tell you when. I wish I knew. Sooner rather than later, probably hopefully.]
He was warm.
Too warm.
And there was something touching his back. And his hip…
Pulling himself to alertness was, generally, difficult for him. Today was no exception, apparently. Even with another warm body in his bed. A warm, male body. Wary of the windows lining one wall with curtains he never remembered to close, Blaine cracked one eye open to peak at the room. Still dark, though he appeared to be facing a shape next to him…
“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”
“What time is it?”
“Just after five.”
He raised himself up on his elbows, shaking his head slightly. The motion shook Kurt’s hand from his back, where it had been tracing his tattoos, Blaine whining at the loss.
“These are pretty.”
It took Blaine a minute to register what Kurt was talking about. Oh. Yes. The tattoos that weren’t really a secret, but not something he liked talking about to one night stands.
“Thanks.” Flopping back down, Blaine rested his head on his forearms, turning to face Kurt, smiling and sighing when Kurt resumed his tracing.
“Do they have any special meaning?”
Blaine paused. Yes. Of course they did. The one on his ribs was the one that said he was family. The ones Kurt was currently tracing showed his rank: center star for Capo, the one to the left his current rank, Consigliore. He had gotten the family tattoo when he was sixteen, as was tradition. The two stars followed a few years ago, when his grandfather passed and right after the bloodbath. No family had been left unscathed, to the point that the younger generation, Cooper and Blaine and their new Capos, and the bosses that had survived had wanted nothing but peace. There hadn’t been anyone left to be underboss or consigliore, just Cooper and Blaine. So they were.
“Umm. Yeah. They do.”
Kurt raised an eyebrow at him.
He really shouldn’t be doing this, but he couldn’t seem to be able to stop his words. “Those are in memory of my grandfather. He died a few years ago.”—he smiled softly in response to Kurt, who had moved to petting his hair—“And this one”—he flipped himself over—“is a family thing. I got it with my brother.”
“You’re close to your brother?”
Blaine hummed in assent, distracted by Kurt’s hand stroking through his hair, rubbing soft circles into his scalp. Kurt curled into his side, tangling their legs and resting his head on Blaine’s arm, effectively pinning him. Long fingers continued their soothing exploration of his scalp. He could feel himself drifting…
“Uh-uh. I was promised round two. We are both awake. It is time for round two.”
But he was so warm and comfy. Some of which he must have mumbled out loud because Kurt chucked next to him.
“But Blaine”—Blaine’s eyes were closed, but he nodded to show he was listening—“I’m warm and comfy too.”
Apparently those words didn’t get him moving fast enough for Kurt’s taste. Lips, cool and soft, pressed under his ear, again and again. The beginnings of arousal (not the normal morning situation) began, a light tingle growing stronger with each kiss.
“You promised yourself round two.”
“Are you saying you don’t want me to blow you? Or are you saying you don’t want to fuck me? Because”—Kurt leaned in again, the whisper of his breath ticking against his ear—“I am completely okay if you would like to switch it up.”
Blaine’s breath caught in his throat, partially at Kurt’s insistent sucking on his Adam’s apple, partially at the appeal of the new prospect.
“Mmm. You want me to fuck you, Anderson? Take you, make you beg and fall apart under me?”
Blaine shivered, the words going straight to his cock.
Kurt’s mouth drifted under his jaw and then back down to his pulse point, resting there. Blaine could feel cool lips there as his pulse fluttered under them, a trickle of liquid fire steadily making its way down his spine, pooling between his legs. The remnants of sleep made his brain work a little slower, so the mouth, hot and wet around his nipple surprised him, hips bucking, his own mouth falling open.
Kurt hummed before switching, nimble fingers skating up and down Blaine’s sides, tracing the ridges of muscle on his arm, across his collarbone, then back down. Pressing a kiss to his breastbone, Kurt moved up, bringing their lips together for the first time. The staleness of morning breath faded as they moved together, warming up and remembering.
How on earth could anyone kiss so well?
How could a fling feel so right?
He didn’t think he could afford to date Kurt. But the more time Kurt spend kissing him, each twist of his tongue around Blaine’s, each moan swallowed, each brush of skin on skin had Blaine wondering.
All thought process (the little there was) screeched to a halt as a broad hand wrapped around his half-hard cock, stroking roughly, Kurt’s mouth containing the scream that would have woken his neighbor. Kurt shifted, covering him, free hand coming up, stroking Blaine’s side.
Blaine whined pathetically, jerking up into the circle of Kurt’s fist when Kurt pulled away to lick obscenely against his palm.
He shifted again, weight resting on knees bracketing Blaine’s, freshly-licked palm reaching between them. Blaine saw fireworks as Kurt’s long fingers circled their cocks, fisting them roughly, both men moaning and panting at the new contact.
Kurt continued two, three, four more strokes before Blaine was crying out, far too close already. “K-kurt. You have to stop.”
Kurt pulled back from assaulting Blaine’s neck to look at him, eyebrow cocked and hand between them stilling. “Or?”
“Or I am going to come from this alone and I want you to fuck me.” Blaine’s voice was creaky, cracking every few words as Kurt’s thumb resumed its motion, moving tortuously slowly around the head of his painfully hard cock.
“Hmmm.” Kurt ducked down, mouthing under Blaine’s jaw and back to his ear, hovering as Blaine whimpered at his next words. “I suppose there can always be a third round.” Blaine nodded quickly, rigorously, praying that Kurt would fuck him now.
Leaning down, hand between them moved so he could lower himself more fully onto Blaine, Kurt kissed him, dirty and deep. Blaine’s mouth opened as their lips met, content to allow Kurt to explore, tongues tangling when Kurt’s invited. They were both panting when they separated.
“Flip over.” Finally. Blaine scrambled to comply, pushing a pillow under his hips and hissing as the cool fabric rubbed against him. He could feel Kurt shifting behind him. “Where the fuck did? Never mind. I’ve got it.” There a soft click before a hand on his shoulder, warm and big, pushing down lightly.
A whimper fell from Blaine’s mouth as he waited, the hand on his shoulder now stroking his back. Finally, a warm, slick finger was circling his entrance, dropping down to trace behind his balls before back up. A slow burning fire started to grow at the base of his spine, tendrils flaring each time and at each place Kurt touched him.
When the finger pushed into him, too slowly for his taste, Blaine arched back and bore down, trying to get Kurt inside him faster. The long finger thrust into him, too slowly and too easily, the burn fading quickly. “More,” was all he could manage.
And Kurt obliged. The hand smoothing over his back was removed and the hand inside him pulling back—Blaine whimpered at the loss—before it was back, cooler and slicker. This time, two fingers pushed in.
The slight burn disappeared at the fire coursing through him grew hotter. Kurt’s free hand pulled at his ass. The groaned “fuck you’re gorgeous” at the sight made him whine, desperately trying to hump the pillow and thrust back harder against Kurt’s fingers.
“More. Need you.”
“One more finger.”
“Quickly.”
In the back of his head, Blaine was surprised that Kurt followed the direction, pulling his fingers back to add more lube. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when Kurt slid all three fingers in at once, another groan tumbling from his mouth. Half formed words and pleas followed as Kurt efficiently stretched and lubed him before pulling back. The whine at the loss was pathetic, but Blaine couldn’t help himself. He was dripping onto the sheets below him and everything was on fire, the breeze from the air conditioning on his flushed back and the brush of the soft hairs on Kurt’s leg almost too much.
What felt like an eternity later Kurt is back, hands at Blaine’s hips before he pulls up, maneuvering Blaine onto knees spread wide. Kurt’s legs were hot against the back of his thighs. His hand was slick as it gripped his hip, pulled him open.
He inhaled once. The exhale was one long, obscene moan as Kurt’s tip brushed against him before pushing in.
Both sighed as the blunt head popped in. Kurt stilled to allow Blaine the needed time to adjust to his girth. And gods he had had that in his mouth and it had not felt that big or that perfect. The pain of the stretch faded away and Blaine needed more but couldn’t seem to form the right words that would get Kurt to move. He tried to get “move” to be something he mumbled but his lips didn’t cooperate.
He arched his back, supporting himself on one forearm as the other reached back, fingers brushing Kurt’s arm and then thigh. He grappled for purchase, trying to urge Kurt into him.
“More?”
Thankfully, Kurt didn’t wait for a reply Blaine couldn’t give. One long, delicious thrust, obscenities and half-words fell from their mouths. Kurt in him was perfection, hot and thick and filling him completely. He could feel Kurt’s hipbones digging into his ass as he rolled his hips, grinding into Blaine.
“Fuck. Blaine. You feel amazing.” Kurt pulled out a little and rocked back in, both moaning.
“Move. Fuck. Move. Please.” Blaine canted his hips back, desperation fueling his words.
Kurt, hands firm on Blaine’s hips, pulled back again, Blaine keening as he moved too slowly, the drag teasing but not enough. The shallow thrusts that followed had Blaine keening, begging for anything.
Kurt paused, the head of his cock teasing Blaine’s rim. Blaine thought he could hear Kurt’s smile when he cried out for more, arching his back in search of the teasing head. Finally, just before Blaine thought he was going to lose his mind, Kurt slammed into him, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. Blaine’s moan cut through the harsh slapping as Kurt took up a punishing rhythm, fast and hard. He pulled out and thrust shallowly every few strokes before repeating the process. Under him, Blaine’s nerve endings were on fire, Kurt’s hands on his back and the two spots on his balls that Kurt’s hit every stroke in.
He was close, so fucking close. Just a few strokes and he’d come. Shifting his weight to one forearm, Blaine reached under himself to fist himself roughly.
Blaine whined high when Kurt stilled deep in him rolling his hips, hands roaming the muscles of his back. “Why…why did you stop?”
“Need you to”—Kurt’s hands dropped to his thighs, urging Blaine to raise himself up.
Blaine let go of his cock with a whimper to balance himself as Kurt resituated him. A moment that seemed like forever later, Kurt seemed to have accomplished his goal, hands briefly to rub Blaine’s back before—oh.
Kurt leaned over Blaine, back to chest, pale arms on the outside of Blaine’s shoulders, sliding smoothly back into Blaine, the slow drag delicious and not enough. Stars burst behind Blaine’s closed eyes when Kurt brushed his prostate and when he bottomed out: the break had taken him back from the edge but Kurt’s back against his, completely surrounded by the taller man as he thrust steadily into Blaine, had him racing towards it again.
Another stream of words started as hot lips dotted open mouthed kisses across his shoulders and the back of his neck in time with the thrusts pushing him forward on the bed. He twisted his neck back, searching for Kurt’s lips. He met them as Kurt’s hand snuck under him to wrap around his length, Kurt’s tongue in his mouth smoothing the moan.
Being completely surrounded by Kurt was overwhelming, the sweat between them slicking where their skin met. Their mouths breaking apart so Kurt could nip Blaine’s shoulder, Blaine dropping his head to give Kurt better access. The endless stream of moans broke off as Kurt picked up speed, the hard slap of skin on skin starting again. Kurt’s fist tightened around Blaine, almost painfully, sending flashes of electricity speeding along his skin.
He could feel his orgasm in the pit of his stomach and the base of his spine, the buildup making his toes curl and back arch, ass clenching hard around Kurt.
They both whined at the same time. Blaine was so close it hurt, but he couldn’t tip himself over the edge, even with the hand erratically fisting his cock and Kurt pounding into him so hard he knew he would feel it the next day.
Five strokes later and Kurt was losing his rhythm, strokes becoming erratic, breath staccato pants in Blaine’s ear. “Up.”
The command didn’t process until Kurt was dropping Blaine’s painfully hard length and hauling him upright without breaking the rhythm even more.
His head dropped back against the shoulder behind him when Kurt re-fisted Blaine. Blaine’s hands tangled in Kurt’s hair, damp against his fingers, pulling him down for a messy kiss as he fucked himself back onto Kurt.
Two more thrusts and Blaine’s balls were tightening, another and he was falling, head lolling back and eyes closed as he moaned brokenly, clenching around Kurt, ropes of come covering Kurt’s hand as Kurt worked him through his orgasm. Blaine’s clenching drew the man behind him off the edge too, Kurt’s teeth sunk into the muscle of his shoulder as his hips thrust wildly.
They collapsed onto the bed, Kurt still covering Blaine, mouthing at his neck again as they both rode out the aftershocks. When they were both breathing nearly normally, Kurt withdrew, leaving Blaine feeling oddly empty. His back was too cool when Kurt moved to dispose of the condom, then too warm when he came back. Blaine turned in the arms wrapped around him, snuggling closer.
“You”—Kurt yawned into Blaine’s hair—“You should clean up.”
Blaine shook his head, content to listen to the beat of Kurt’s heart. “Shower later.”
He thought he could feel Kurt nod, but he was too busy falling asleep.
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This was so hit! I love this so much!
I like ... Saddly I could see Kurt bring a bad ass mafia guy lol