Kurt wanted more than anything for the time to fly by so that he might be in Blaine’s arms and wouldn’t have to think about Max. But it dragged in a long lull that Kurt spent cleaning things that were already clean and double checking that his door was dead-bolted.

Finally, there was a knock.

“It’s me, honey. Are you alright?” There was an edge of panic to Blaine’s voice, and Kurt was surprised to hear it- but he shrugged that off and crossed to the door to peer through the peephole, and sure enough there was a mass of jet curls and a flash of hazel. Kurt whipped the door open, and Blaine was through it in an instant. Kurt closed the door, locking and dead bolting it again. And then he turned around, and he wasn’t expecting Blaine to be so close. “Answer.” He told Kurt. And Kurt realized slowly that this was the first real command that he ever got, the first one that he felt like would have punishment behind it if it weren’t obeyed.

“Yes. I’m okay.”

“What do you need?” He asked, his eyes searching Kurt’s face. Kurt didn’t really know how to word it. He chose instead to close the space between him and lay his head on Blaine’s chest. Blaine’s arms wrapped around him immediately, and he his lips press softly into his hair as he leaned all of his weight on Blaine. He was strong, he could take it. He closed his eyes, and inhaled, and the fear that had been quivering and clawing in the pit of his stomach dissolved, slowly as the flat of Blaine’s palm ran firmly over his back.

“I’m trying to give you all the time you need to explain.” Blaine said, his voice muffled. “But know that I was scared half to death the entire way over here, and now you’re here and intact, so now I’m just worried out of my mind.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” Kurt mumbled against the fabric of Blaine’s shirt.

“Not your fault.” Blaine mumbled back, and his voice was low, and Kurt nuzzled against him, because his dom mumbled and fuck all if that wasn’t adorable.

Future dom. Dom to be. Dom if ever he learns how not to be a fuck up.

Kurt squeezed his eyes tightly shut, then opened them again and pulled away from Blaine, forcing himself to focus on relaxing. This was for Blaine, who was tense- Kurt could almost have heard his heart fly if when they stood cheek to chest. He didn’t want him to worry. So Kurt plucked up the card from the coffee table and handed it to Blaine. He took it and read as Kurt crossed his arms, watching and waiting.

There was a tiny clench of his jaw. Had Kurt not looked for it, he would have missed it.

“Blaine-”

“You got this while we were on the phone, yes?” Blaine cut across him, and Kurt saw, fascinated, his eyes much harder than they’d been before.

“Yes.” Blaine looked like he didn’t know what quite to do with himself. His hands were clenched in fists, and he looked yearningly out the door like he could track Maxwell himself.

“It just makes me so sick. That not only did he have the fucking nerve to do what he did to you, but then to say that what we’re doing is in any way like that. It’s not like that, Kurt.” He said, his voice pitching up towards earnest at the end. He grabbed Kurt’s wrists and swung him around so he could look him dead in the eye. “It isn’t even close.”

“I know.” Kurt said, quietly. And it revolted him, too- because he’d planted the seed in his own mind and let Maxwell attempt to harvest it. Max knew he wouldn’t trust Blaine immediately, and was trying to use the damage that he’d inflicted on Kurt to his benefit.

“I want to take you to my house, but…” Blaine said, running a hand through his hair and looking at Kurt. “I really, really don’t want you to feel like you’re… I dunno. Changing hands. Your new dom protecting you from your old one. I know that’s not where you are.” Kurt nodded, confirming this.

“Yeah. I… I wouldn’t mind if you would protect me, though. Just as Blaine, maybe?” Kurt asked, thinking that maybe he was asking too much. Blaine gave him a smile.

“I think this is a golden opportunity for a good old fashioned slumber party, then.” He said, adopting a Valley Girl style hair-flip at the end. “I have my stuff in the car.”

“How did you know you would need it?” Kurt asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Call it a gut feeling. Don’t start the pillow-fight till I am back.” He said kissing Kurt on the nose and squeezing his hand.

“I wouldn’t dare.”
***

“This is disgusting.”

“This is a classic!” Blaine retorted, holding out popcorn, fresh out of a microwavable bag. Kurt fluttered his fingers at it, and Blaine shrugged, returning it to the floor.

“How the hell did you find that in my apartment?”

“I brought it with me. As well as the movies. And Twister.”

“Twister?”

“No, I didn’t bring Twister, but that would be funny. I just knew a sleepover was coming on. I could feel it on the horizons.” Kurt was cuddled up to Blaine on the floor, his head in the other man’s lap and how he’d gotten there, he didn’t know. But they were on something like their third movie, and his attention span had waned just a bit.

“Good.”

“I’m a little hurt that you don’t want to play Twister or eat greasy food with me.”

“I’m sure you’ll live.”

“Mmm.” Blaine hummed a little, stroking his hands through Kurt’s hair, and grabbing the T.V. remote to flick it off.

“You okay?” Kurt turned his head so that he faced skyward, and looked up at Blaine.

“Yes, I’m fine. I just wanted to check in with you. I know I’m… turning off the dom, for tonight, but I’m always going to want to know what kind of space you’re in, you know?” Kurt sat up and turned to face him.

“You know what? Maybe you shouldn’t turn off the dom.” He said, his face flushing just a tad. “I mean, I ignored my… my nature, I guess, and it didn’t do much for me.” Blaine eyed him carefully, and then finally nodded. He took Kurt’s hand. That was the only change.

“I just thought of it because you said we needed to talk before all this happened. On the phone?” He said, and Kurt remembered, and it all came rushing back- curling up over his hard cock, crying himself to sleep, an odd conversation with Finn of all people. Suddenly, he wished he hadn’t let Blaine do his check in. He didn’t want to talk about it.

Blaine spread the fingers of the hand he held so that it lay palm up in his. And then he dug his thumbs into the center of Kurt’s palm and started pushing the flesh, massaging it gently, pushing around in little outward spirals.

“Take your time.” He said quietly, eyes on his work. “You have beautiful hands.”

Blaine, as it turned out, was very convincing when it came to getting down to things Kurt didn’t want to say aloud. Maybe that was because most of what he didn’t want to say aloud would have to do with the fact that if he did, maybe Blaine would take on that hard tone that Maxwell had sometimes, and Blaine was doing damned well at proving that he was not Max.

“I’m just sc-.” No, he wasn’t scared. “Concerned, I guess. You’ll… you’ll punish me.” Blaine’s head shot up, and his fingers didn’t stop. His eyes were bright with surprise.

“You think you deserve punishment?”

“Well. Yeah.” Kurt said, ducking his head.

“Kurt. Baby.” He said, softly. “I haven’t given you any standing orders yet, have I?”

“No, but-?”

“Haven’t given you any rules that must not be broken?”

“No, but-”

“And you think you’re going to be punished for something I never told you not to do?” Kurt blushed fiercely, and looked up at him.

“It’s not like that, Blaine!”

“Well, what’s it like? Because I’m not a cruel man.” He said, easily, refusing to stop his work on Kurt’s hand.

“Well, subs generally aren’t supposed to masturbate, now are they?” Kurt got a little sick twist of vindictive victory when Blaine looked up at him in shock, and his thumbs stilled. But it dissipated as soon as Blaine spoke the last words Kurt expected.

“Who the fuck told you that?”

“What?”

“Who told you that? It’s a sad misconception.” Kurt had no answer to that. That voice echoed over and over in his head.

Good subs need to learn not to touch what isn’t theirs.

He realized in a rush who it belonged to. Certainly not Blaine.

“So, you masturbated, and then got yourself upset because you thought I wouldn’t be okay with it?”

“It sounds silly when you put it like that.” He said, sullenly, and Blaine laughed, and leaned forward, kissing him softly. “And I didn’t… finish. Because I thought…” Kurt muttered against Blaine’s lips.

“Didn’t I tell you that your natural urges were my best ally?”

“Mf.” Kurt muttered as Blaine slipped his tongue over his bottom lip.

“I’m totally okay with you doing that. You’ll never be punished for pleasuring yourself, Kurt.” He brushed his thumb along Kurt’s cheekbone, and he shuddered, wanting to get to closer.

Blaine pulled away.

“And to prove it, I think it’s about time to make good on that promise.”

“What prom-? Oh.” Kurt said, suddenly feeling like he had caught fire and didn’t have a clue how to put it out.

“Can I show you how to pleasure yourself, Kurt?” He asked quietly, looking up at him. Kurt’s heart began beating at a pace too fast to count, his mouth going dry. Luckily, Blaine kept talking. “If we do this, you’ll be sitting on my lap, and other than that, I won’t touch you at all. It’ll just be me whispering in your ear a little. You will safeword if you need to, and you will feel free to speak, or touch yourself in anyway without asking permission. Would you like to do this with me, Kurt?” He said this all in a voice that was calm and kind, and Kurt could hear it quite clear over the cacophony in his own head. He also heard himself saying yes. Blaine whispered something that he couldn’t quite make out, and leaned in to kiss him, again, harder.

“Thank you for saying yes.” He murmured to Kurt, before pulling him to his feet. “Come on.” He pulled Kurt onto a recliner, seating him firmly on his lap, and gently pressing a palm to his chest, and pushing down so that his back rested on Blaine’s chest. “Safeword?”

“Corduroy.” Kurt said, and his voice was so steady and sure that he realized that he felt steady, more than he had in a long time. This was where he belonged. Cradled to Blaine’s chest, with the knowledge that his love wouldn’t hold the pleasure that he gave Kurt against him, never demand reciprocation in ways that Kurt couldn’t give. He sighed, and leaned his head on Blaine’s shoulder.

“You are so good for me, honey.” Kurt’s stomach swooped low in his chest. “Unbutton your shirt.” Kurt’s hands were only shaking slightly as obeyed, spreading his shirt to reveal himself to Blaine. “Sweet fuck, Kurt.” Blaine paused, and Kurt found a childish delight in tremor of his voice. “Good. Do you know why you did that?” Kurt wet his lips.

“So you could see?” Blaine turned his head just a bit and kissed him on the cheek, a hum of laughter in his voice.

“That’s just an added bonus. No, when you touch yourself, it doesn’t necessarily mean you touch yourself there only. Like, if you were with a partner, they wouldn’t start right in on your cock, right?”

“Depends on the lover.” Kurt said, tone light.

“Just you wait.” Blaine said, lower, a bit more aggressively. Kurt mm’d a little, and he focused on the task at hand. “Put your hands on your chest. Your stomach. Feel their weight there. Feel how soft your skin is.” Kurt moved his hands over his skin, and indeed, felt the silkiness of his skin and the firmness of muscle. Between that, the fact that Blaine was beneath him, and the knowledge of what he would be doing in a minute or two, his breathing was coming fast.

“Skim one hand up. Find your pulse.” Blaine’s voice was soft, gentle, and yet also undeniable- his authority seemed to weigh on him, moving his own hands to his neck, where his pulse jumped erratically. “You’re excited.” It wasn’t a question.

“Mhm.” Kurt whimpered anyway.

“That’s good. Do you know if your nipples are sensitive?”

“N-no.”

“Try it.” Kurt ghosted his hand to the correct location- but didn’t know what to do there.

“Twirl it between your fingers, honey. Good.” He said quietly, and Kurt could almost hear his smirk as he overrode him with a moan. “Feels good?” Kurt nodded, and Blaine kissed him again.

“You might want to wet your other hand.” Kurt brought his hand up thoughtlessly, presenting his palm to Blaine rather than licking it himself. Blaine paused, surprised, and then chuckled. Without a word, he licked it, lathing it with his tongue as Kurt ran his opposite hand across his chest, feeling his heart, his skin, his hardened nipples, the way his breath came- fast and hungry.

“Good. Now slide your pants down, however low you’re comfortable with. Pants, not underwear.” Kurt used his dry hand to shove his pajama pants down to his knees. “Cup yourself, now. Feel the fabric, and how nice and wet you are, and how hard… yes, that’s it, boy.” Blaine encouraged as Kurt palmed himself- indeed, it was more delicious than he would have imagined, feeling the catch of fabric over his cock, the moist warmth that made his hips surge forward.

“Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself.” Blaine whispered in his ear.

“You.” Kurt said automatically, surprising himself, but also finding himself incapable of caring about the vulnerability at this juncture. And when Blaine answered, it was just so cocky and boyish that it made him hotter, had him pushing back into his hand harder.

“And what exactly do I do to you?”

“Tie me up. Hold me down. Pleasure me.” Kurt got out the broken sentences, wondering if he would regret them later, but doubting it, what with the way Blaine kissed his neck.

“Kurt, you have no fucking idea how much I dream about that too. C’mon, let me see you, gorgeous.”

Kurt hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his jeans, and pulled down, hand immediately going to his cock, and resuming his touches.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Blaine said quietly, as if he’d lost focus for a moment. “Good boy. Now make sure your still wet.. good, and cup your hand around the head of your cock. Slower. That’s it. Run your fingertips under the ridge just there—fuck, Kurt, that’s the hottest noise I have ever heard.” Kurt released the lip he’d bitten down on when a quiet keen had escaped. “There you go, honey. That’s it. Now go ahead. Start slow.”

Kurt obeyed.

He pleasured himself in Blaine’s lap, finding the spots that Blaine pointed out to him, adding a twist when Blaine advised him to, stopping and running his hands over his heart when Blaine murmured that it would make it last longer, and Kurt wanted it to last just about forever.

“I know. Keep stroking yourself all through it. Come on, honey. Come for me, my sweet, beautiful boy.”

It was Blaine’s name that he shouted, Blaine’s neck he hid his face in as he came harder than he’d had in a very long time.

As the post orgasm fatigues set in, Blaine picked him up, bridalstyle, and took him into the bathroom, where he gave Kurt a warm washcloth and a kiss, telling him that he would be setting up his sleeping bag on the sofa.

Kurt rolled his eyes at him and told him in no uncertain terms to go and get the bed warm for them