When Blaine had started playing football in junior high, neither he nor his parents had ever thought it would take him as far as it had. From junior high to high school football, to getting scouted by at least 5 different colleges. All of them offered him amazing deals that showed how much they really wanted him; Blaine and his parents had a lot to talk about. It wasn’t just about football for Blaine, he also wanted somewhere he could study what he wanted, somewhere it wouldn’t matter if he didn't do anything else with football, somewhere he would get a degree that would matter.

Stanford had turned out to be the best option having offered him a full ride scholarship and some perks for his dad. The school, classes and team were great. He made great friends, met amazing people and even met the man he was convinced was the love of his life: Kurt Hummel. The very same Kurt Hummel who at first wouldn’t talk to him, having pegged him as some mindless jock and not to mention, straight. Pursuing and courting Kurt had been quite the task. It took months but finally Kurt had agreed to a date and the rest was history.

Now here they were, in the hotel a few hours away from a choice that would change Blaine’s life. He, his agent Ricky and his dad had been talking for weeks now about where Blaine should go. So many teams had made him offers that Blaine was feeling a bit overwhelmed. He knew he was a good player, he had been since he’d started. Being that he was the smallest player on the field, Running Back was the only position he could safely hold, aside from Kicker. Of course that wasn’t the only reason he was Running Back, he was fast and agile. His size made him perfect for the position and he was good at what he did, earning him the nickname “Bitsy Blaine” and “Andersmall”. Nicknames which Blaine hadn’t been all too comfortable with at first, but soon got used to and learned to quite like.

Thinking back on the names made him think of his teammates and all his friends who were back at Stanford. While he and three other teammates were here in New York getting ready to announce, on live TV, what team they were signing with and therefore how many people would immediately hate them. It was a big step, choosing the right team could mean the difference between being seen as a good player and being seen as a total joke. Blaine really hoped he was making the right choice.

“Blaine?” Kurt’s high, sweet voice suddenly cut through the Blaine’s rumination. It took him a second but he finally turned to look at Kurt who looked slightly annoyed. “I asked if you wanted to get room service or if you wanted to go out to eat?” Kurt repeated and walked towards him.

“Sorry, sorry. Um, room service sounds good, I don’t really want to change right now.” Blaine replied and rubbed at his chin where stubble had already grown out, he would have to shave properly in the morning.  When Blaine looked back up, Kurt was giving him a strange look, he sighed a second later and then walked over to Blaine. Before Blaine knew what was going on, his chair had been pulled back and he had a lap full of Kurt.

“Blaine, honey you have to stop worrying about this so much. I know you are going to make the right choice. After all, you did choose to propose to me right?” he laughed running his hand through Blaine’s hair. Blaine sighed, leaning into Kurt’s touch and breathing deeply to try and relax.

“It’s not about the teams. We already talked and we decided what choice is the best for me overall right now and in the future. I’m just...” he tilted his head up looking at Kurt “I’m worried about the other part of this. I know Ricky said it would be best if we weren’t so public, but are you okay with that? I don’t care what Ricky thinks, ultimately you are the one that gets the biggest say in this. You are the one I’m with and would essentially have to hide. I don’t want to do this if it makes you feel uncomfortable. I love you, I don’t want to hide you. It just fe-” Blaine was suddenly cut off by Kurt pecking him softly on the lips.

“Listen to me. I already told you, I’m fine with this. I know why it has to be done. I know how difficult it is to be out and an NFL player, I understand”, Kurt rolled his eyes “it’s better if they don’t know. I don’t want to put your career in jeopardy, or risk you being injured. Besides, we’ve always been private. Not even some of our college friends knew we were together. I don’t need big flashy displays of romance, even if they are nice.” Kurt bumped his shoulder into Blaine’s, who in turn smiled up and Kurt and kissed his jaw.

“What would I do without you, Kurt?” Blaine asked with a laugh.

“Dress like a grandpa, be sad and lonely... Shall I go on?” Kurt turned his head to the side and smiled, Blaine laughed and then pinched his side playfully causing Kurt to jump. “Hey!” Kurt shouted just ask Blaine dug his fingers into his side; laughing, Blaine picked him up, walked them the short distance to the bed and deposited Kurt on it before falling on top of him, between his legs.

He stopped tickling him, smiling down at him before leaning down and pressing their lips together softly. Kurt’s hand immediately travelled up and tangled into Blaine’s curls, tugging at them slightly causing Blaine to open his mouth to let a groan escape. Kurt took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Blaine’s mouth, running it over his bottom lip before taking it into his mouth and biting at it. Blaine's hands, that were already on Kurt’s hips, tightened as he pulled Kurt closer to him. He could feel Kurt’s cock hardening against his thigh, Blaine’s own erection was pushing against his pants and becoming uncomfortable. Kurt seemed to feel the same way, his free hand moved down Blaine’s back to his ass where it came to rest, he squeezed briefly before reaching upwards to tug Blaine's shirt up. Getting the hint Blaine sat up and began lifting his shirt up over his head. As the shirt was unceremoniously tossed to the side Kurt’s eyes raked over Blaine’s chest. The years of working out had done wonders for keeping Blaine in shape, his abs - well, his entire body - was well defined from his calves to his arms. Kurt reached out and ran his hand down Blaine’s chest to the waistband of his pants, his eyes flicked up to Blaine, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

It was probably irresponsible of Blaine to have sex the night before he would have to go on a stage to announce something this big, but that was also the best reason to have sex. If the sudden yanking on the button of his jeans was any indication, Kurt thought so too. Without any more hesitation their lips crashed together once again, clothing came off with more momentum and a new spark of enthusiasm. It felt more like a celebration now, they could worry about the champagne toasts later.

The room around them had gone from having a cool and calming ambience to one of heat and desperation within seconds. The only sound that filled the room were the pants and groans from the two men tangled up together on the bed. Blaine had ended up underneath Kurt in the flurry of kissing and discarding of clothes. Kurt’s mouth mapping out a path down Blaine’s body, stopping at Blaine’s hip bone. Blaine whimpered in protest at Kurt’s sudden halt, earning him a throaty laugh. With a small kiss to the spot he had stopped at, Kurt manoeuvred himself into a more comfortable position. He lifted his hand and wrapped it around Blaine’s cock before he could start whining again, although he didn’t hold off for long before Blaine was bucking his hips up and fucking into Kurt’s hand. With his eyes cast up to look at Blaine he smiled and then wrapped his lips around the head of Blaine’s cock causing a loud moan to escape from him. Not wanting to torture Blaine any longer, Kurt relaxed his throat further and took Blaine fully into his mouth. Blaine gasped loudly and his hands began to slide into Kurt's hair.

It wasn't long before Blaine was cupping Kurt's jaw and guiding his head upwards and off. "I'm not going to last much longer" he panted in response to Kurt's questioning look. He leaned towards his fiancé, Kurt took the hint, raising himself into a kneeling position in order to meet Blaine's mouth with his own in a deep kiss. Blaine pulled away after a moment. "I want..." He took Kurt's hand and guided it down his back, making his intentions clear.

Kurt looked intently at him.

"Blaine, if we do this you're going to feel it in the morning. It's been awhile since you bottomed, are you sure you want to be limping in front of all those reporters and photographers?" Blaine puffed out a laugh.

"Please Kurt" he pleaded "I want to feel you tomorrow, so it will be like you're there with me"

Kurt’s expression turned soft, he smiled at Blaine before leaning down and kissing him “If that’s what you want, I’m certainly not going to protest.”

Blaine smiled up at Kurt and lifted his hand to the back of Kurt’s neck to pull him closer to kiss him. After a moment Kurt pulled away from Blaine getting up from the bed to retrieve the lube from their wash bag. A short moment later Kurt turned back to face him only to be greeted by the image of Blaine with his eyes closed, head thrown back as he stroked his cock.

Kurt stood for a moment to just take in the sight before he got back to him. When he reached Blaine he straddled him and pushed his hand away from his cock.

“Geez, I leave you alone for one minute and you’re already trying to finish without me.” Kurt teased with a laugh. He leaned forward, his hands on either side of Blaine’s face, and kissed him. Blaine looked up at Kurt through his lashes, a glint flashing in his eyes the only warning Kurt got before being flipped onto his back. He straddled Kurt’s hips properly before extracting the lube from Kurt’s hand. The look - that Kurt now recognized as mischief - still on Blaine’s face as he uncapped the bottle, grabbed Kurt’s hand and poured some lube into it. After a moment it seemed to click in Kurt’s mind what Blaine wanted of him. He placed his clean hand on Blaine’s hip to steady himself while he warmed up the lube in the other. Blaine gasped out, pushing his hips forward a small fraction when Kurt circled his entrance. Sparks seemed to ignite at the base of Blaine’s spine as Kurt pushed in with a single finger. He groaned as he began to feel that familiar mixture of pleasure and pain. Kurt was being cautious and gentle, clearly keeping in mind that Blaine had not done this for sometime, waiting for him to adjust to the intrusion. After a moment Blaine nodded and Kurt pushed in a second finger, scissoring and gently fucking Blaine with them, the pain slowly starting to be dulled by pleasure. Blaine’s mouth hung partially open as he panted, quiet moans escaping him as he began to rock up and down on Kurt’s fingers.

Sensing that Blaine was adjusted, Kurt pushed a third finger in. The wider stretch caused Blaine to groan, stopping his movements. Kurt stilled his hand, waiting for Blaine to feel comfortable once more. Another nod let Kurt know Blaine was okay to continue. It took only a few more, short thrusts of Kurt’s hand before Blaine was babbling desperately for what he really wanted.

“M-More Kurt, p-please. I need... I need. AHHH” Kurt brushed his prostate “YOU. PLEASE!”

“Please what?” Kurt teased, only too aware he couldn’t wait much longer for this himself but trying to hide that from Blaine.

“F-fuck me” Blaine whispered.

Kurt grinned before peppering Blaine’s face with kisses ending by Blaine’s ear. He pulled the lobe into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment eliciting another wanton moan from Blaine, before he replied.

“As you wish” His voice now deeper and throatier, a sure sign Kurt was truly turned on. He began to maneuver their bodies so that he would be on top at the perfect angle to hit Blaine right where he needed when Blaine brought up an arm to hault his efforts.

“No” he started trying to catch his breath, still too near the edge for his liking “No, I want to ride you. Please.”

Kurt stared up at Blaine for a second, while his brain tried to process Blaine's words without shortcircuiting from horniness. “O-okay” he finally said dumbly.

Pleased, Blaine grabbed the lube, pouring some into his own hand. He quickly coated Kurt with a generous amount of it before positioning himself over his cock. His eyes locked with Kurt’s as he started to slowly sink down onto him, a loud moan ripping itself from Blaine’s throat.

“Fuck, Blaine...” Kurt gripped Blaine’s hips as he sank down “You really should have the title of tight end. Fuck!” Not even the corniness of what Kurt had just said could stop Blaine in that moment, lust had fogged his mind enough to forgive his fiancè for the horrendous joke.  

“Kurt” Blaine moaned out as he started to pick up pace, his thighs were starting to burn slightly but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. One of his hands slid into Kurt’s and held it tightly, the other went up into his own hair which he tugged at. In that second he really had to wonder why it was that he hadn’t bottomed in such a long time because couldn’t imagine anything that would feel better than Kurt filling him up like he was right then. It was almost a shame that he actually had to do things the next day, Blaine would have, at this point; happily stayed in bed with Kurt all day.

“Blaine, Blaine I’m close” Kurt called out, snapping Blaine back to reality. His own body was warning him that he was just as close as Kurt was, he looked down at Kurt hoping he knew Blaine needed something more.

“Kurt, please” he groaned out, not really knowing what he was asking for, however,  Kurt seemed to understand. Suddenly Blaine was under Kurt, the new angle making Kurt hit dead on to Blaine’s prostate, a gasp escaping Blaine as his hands shot up to find Kurt’s back. His nails dug into Kurt’s shoulders, Kurt squeezing tightly at Blaine’s hips as he started to fuck into Blaine with more force.

The room was now filled with the slapping sound of skin against skin. Blaine’s legs lifted to wrap around Kurt’s waist and pull him closer still. The only sound either of them seemed to be able to manage were pants and moans as they struggled to keep their breathing steady from pleasure. One of Blaine’s hands moved up to Kurt’s neck to pull him down, their lips crashed together messily, teeth knocking against each other. Kurt’s right hand moved from Blaine’s hip to wrap around his cock, causing Blaine to suddenly clench around Kurt. It only took a few pumps of Kurt’s hand on Blaine’s cock before he was coming. Kurt fucked him through it, his own orgasm not far behind.

As Kurt thrust, chasing his own release, Blaine whined a little oversensitivity starting to set in. Kurt was almost there so he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, the slight pain causing Blaine to clench around him again. That was all Kurt needed before he was coming inside Blaine, pushed in as deep as he could go. Barely more than seconds later he collapsed off to the still slightly on top on Blaine, not quite ready to remove the closeness that came from remaining inside his lover. Both of them were panting and very clearly sated.

“That...” Blaine started to say but couldn’t finish, his mind still foggy.

“I know” Kurt replied before pulling him close to his chest, the slight movement causing Blaine to hiss. “Oh, sorry sweetie.” Kurt murmured kissing Blaine’s shoulder before slowly pulling out. Both of them groaned lightly at the oversensitivity but began laughing once Kurt was no longer penetrating him.

“I feel like we should celebrate everything like this.” Blaine commented, sleepily. Kurt laughed and kissed at Blaine’s neck, neither of them were quite ready to move, although they knew they would have to eventually.

“I feel obligated to agree to that, but next time we should make sure we don’t have to move again for at least 24 hours.” Kurt suggested, Blaine groaned in recognition of the sentiment as he remembered that he actually had things to do tomorrow.

“Can’t I just stay here with you all day?” he pouted, making Kurt giggle as he shook his head gently.

“I would love to. I’m sure the people at the NFL will understand.” Kurt nudged Blaine forward, “I’m sure they get: 'My fiancé fucked me so hard I can’t move', all of the time.” Blaine elbowed Kurt playfully and joined in with his laughter.

“Hey, you never know. Some of them might even know the feeling.” Blaine informed Kurt with a smug grin. Kurt smiled, the two if them laying side by side just listening to each other's breathing for a while. The silence comfortable and necessary after their previous activities. Blaine's eyes closed after a few minutes, his body sagging against Kurt as he started to drift to sleep. Kurt, noticing, smiled fondly at Blaine, letting him rest for a few minutes before waking him up with a gentle nudge.

"Come on, we need to shower and actually eat something." Kurt nudged Blaine again, but only managed to make him roll over. He laughed smacking his ass lightly. "Come on, lazy. I'm serious." his finger jabbed into Blaine's side causing him to jump, much to Kurt's amusement.

"Fine, fine but I don't think I can even move." Blaine complained, his face smushed into the mattress.

"Well, you asked for it. I just indulged you. Now you have to deal with the consequences." Kurt kissed the back of Blaine's head before rolling off the mattress and heading to the bathroom. "Come on, Blaine. I'll get the shower started and even be nice enough to help you." Kurt shouted to him.

"Fine!" Blaine groaned before rolling onto his side to lift himself off the bed. When he got to his feet he winced as he felt the pain start to set in, the hot shower was starting to sound more inviting. A moment later he plodded off to the bathroom.