Chapter 9 - Forgetting

"What was I doing?" Cooper sat up and his hand brushed against a peach with one bite missing. It glowed green when he touched it. "Ewe." He pushed it away and stood up, banging into someone as he did. 

"Ow! Get off me," a large woman said. 

At least, Cooper was pretty sure she was a woman. The white tee shirt, unflattering knee length shorts, and mens socks and shoes made him question his initial assessment. But her voice was feminine, if abrupt, and she had breasts. 

"Why dont you look where youre going, boy? Youre clumsier than a five legged steer," she said.

"I was looking…" Cooper trailed off. He had been searching for something. Hadn't he?

"Where were you going, pumpkin?” she asked.

"I-I dont remember.”

"Well, lookie here." She handed him an Oscar complete with a bow tie and a Best Actor inscription.

"Thank you." Cooper held the statue. Everything would be fine.

The woman smiled. ”Thats what you were looking for, wasnt it?"

"Yes, I forgot." 

"Now, why dont you come in here and see if theres anything else youd like?"

She pulled back a curtain and lead Cooper into his room. His mind must be playing tricks on him, because he didnt remember seeing the curtain until the woman touched it. 

"I have to find..." Cooper knew there was something. He should take a nap.The pillows and blankets lay tantalizing on the bed, calling to him to sleep. Whatever it was, he could find it when he woke up. The woman kept handing him statues, most were Oscars with bow ties, some were Emmys and Tonys or other awards. They were filling the room, piling up on the floor. He should get on the bed before he got buried.

She reached down and picked up a copy of the script for his new play, reading, "Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the goblin city to take back the child that you have stolen." 

"This is crap!" Cooper yelled. 

He remembered. 

He remembered everything. 

"I dont need this.” Even if it were a real Oscar for a role he'd preformed, it was meaningless. “I have to save Blaine." 

Cooper climbed over the growing mound of statues and went back through the curtain.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Blaine and Kurt lay in bed talking for what felt like hours. The last few minutes, they lay cuddling, Kurt running his fingers up and down Blaine's spine.

Kurt hugged Blaine, kissing his temple. 

"Mmmmm, naked Kurt," Blaine mumbled. 

Chuckling, Kurt said," Youre naked, too. What should we do about it?"

"Nothing. My ass aches. No sex for you."

Kurt stuck out his lower lip. "Theres lots of sex we can have that doesnt involve your ass. You could top."

"W-what?"

"What do you mean? You can fuck me. I dont normally do that, but for you, I will."

Blaine shook his head. "No. Thats a bad idea."

Kurt knew some people had such strong preferences about how to have sex that they didnt want to do or try anything else. Blaine had me each suggestion with such excitement and enthusiasm that this reaction was unexpected. "Why not?"

"I said no and you said that you wouldnt make me do anything I dont want." Blaine crossed his arms over his chest and wouldnt meet Kurts eyes. 

"I wont and I wont force you to talk about it if you really dont. But Id like to know why."

Blaine spoke so softly Kurt had to strain to catch the words, "Ill be bad at it and Im afraid Ill hurt you." 

The watery shine to Blaines eyes broke Kurts heart. "Baby, you wont hurt me."

"You dont know that," Blaine said stubbornly and rolled over, pulling he blankets over his head. 

Kurt sat on the bed, staring at the lumpy blankets, at a loss. “You're incredibly responsive to the slightest touch. You look beautiful when you come and that whimper you make in the back your throat is delicious. I don't understand how you think you could be bad at sex.”

Blaine poked his head out from under the blanket. “You've had a lot of experience,” he said as if that answered Kurt's unspoken question.

“Yes,” Kurt said. He had no idea what Blaine considered “a lot,” but that wasn't the issue and he didn't want to get into specifics. 

“What if I come after twenty seconds? Then what? You get frustrated and I hate myself.”

This Kurt could deal with. “First off, I've had so many orgasms today, I'm lucky my dick hasn't fallen off. If I don't have another one, I'll be fine. Secondly, I am perfectly capable jerking myself off or asking you to do it for me. Third, if you really want me to have an orgasm, I can have one first and then you can fuck me. Lastly, we can fix it so you don't have to worry about being good.”

Blaine gave him a skeptical look. “How?”

Ten minutes later, Blaine lay spread eagle on the bed, wrists and ankles tied to the posts with silk scarves. “Try to move,” Kurt said. 

Blaine wiggled, but didn't have much play in the restraints. 

Kurt's dick leaked at the sight. His baby was helpless and so very trusting. He could do anything to that amazing boy. Kurt slid up Blaine's body, rubbing his cock against the smooth warm skin. Faint bruises in the shape of his hands decorated each hip from when he taken Blaine over the arm of the throne. Kurt liked knowing that they would be there as a reminder for days. “There's nothing for you to worry about, baby. You can't move so all you need to do is enjoy. I'll take care of me.”

Kurt poured lube on his fingers and stuck two in his ass, stretching himself out. He wanted to be tight for Blaine so he stopped after three.

“I want you to come first,” Blaine said. 

“Baby-“

"Don't ‘baby' me, Kurt. I'll like it better if I know you're taken care of.”

Kurt's only response was to push his tongue into Blaine's mouth and grind against his hip. Blaine moaned. Kurt placed open mouthed kisses down his chest to his nipple. He bit lightly, flicking his tongue over the tip. Blaine arched his back and Kurt wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly. He sucked hickies here and there across the tan skin. 

“So sexy,” Kurt whispered. 

“Fu-uck,” Blaine moaned loudly when Kurt moved lower, kissing over the busies. 

“Shush, baby,” Kurt said. “Everyone'll hear us.” He really didn't care, but he didn't want Blaine to be embarrassed if someone - Brittany - said something later. “I'll have to gag you if you can't be quite.”

“With what?” Blaine panted. 

“I can use a crystal ball and spell it so you can push it out with your tongue if you need to. Or I can use my dick. It'd look lovely in your mouth. Especially while your tied up like a present.”

“Okay.”

Kurt conjured a glass ball and said, “Open up.”

“No, I meant I want to blow you.”

Kurt's jaw dropped. He set the ball aside and scooted up, straddling Blaine's chest, his dick in almost touching that luscious mouth. “You sure, baby?” he asked.

Instead of answering, Blaine leaned up as far as the restraints would allow and sucked the tip of Kurt's cock into his mouth and hummed around it while tonguing the slit. 

“Relax your throat and breath through your nose.” Kurt held the headboard to steady himself and slowly pushed into Blaine's mouth. He thrust in and out a few times, reveling in the tight wet heat. Kurt could tell Blaine had never done this before, but enthusiasm made up for lack of finesse and watching Blaine's lips turn rosy and his cheeks hollow from sucking was almost enough to make him come. 

Kurt tried to make it last. He wanted to stay like that forever. All too soon, he felt a tingling and he knew it would be over. “I want to come with you inside me,” he said and pulled out. “Do you want the gag?”

“Yes.” 

Kurt slipped it into his mouth. He pumped Blaine's dick a few times and then gripped the base so he could slide down until Blaine was all the way inside. Blaine screamed behind the gag and Kurt froze. “You okay?”

Blaine nodded vigorously and whined, pulling at the restraints. Kurt set a slow rhythm, lifting up and dropping down in deliberate strokes. “This is perfect, baby.” Kurt said. He couldn't believe he was going to come again. Something about Blaine got him going like nothing else.

Grabbing his dick, Kurt stroked it a few times, painting creamy streaks across Blaine's chest as he came. Blaine's body shuddered with release. Kurt flopped forward, still connected to Blaine, and nuzzled his neck. “Next time, I want your hands free. Baby, that was incredible.” 

Blaine hummed in response. Kurt lay across Blaine, listening to his heart beat slow to normal, smiling as the softening dick slipped from his body. 

He needed to get them cleaned up. And there was something else he should be doing. Between Blaine's even breathing and the fading sensations from his orgasm, he couldn't remember what it was. Blaine let out a soft snore and Kurt laughed. He'd certainly worn the boy out. Leaving Blaine tied and gagged probably wasn't the best idea. But, Kurt was right there if Blaine needed out. And he would only close his eyes for a minute.