Doctors Need Mending Too

Chapter 13

I lifted and replaced the fork on the table for the hundredth time to ease my anxiety as I waited for Blaine. It was a quarter past nine o'clock and I have prepared a hefty breakfast to fill in the painful few hours I had alone. My eyes were still heavy after all the hours of crying I've had last night. Feeling the new wave of pain coming, I reached out shakily to turn the plate of pancakes and set it in an angle that was just right. Feeling the need to keep in control of something in my life at this moment, I went on to rearrange the rest of the plates for the hundredth time since I've set them. The tears were just about to fall when I've heard the rattling of keys as Blaine set them on the bowl. My need for a warm body to touch overcame all of my self control. I walked to the living room to welcome him in a needy and hurried walk, taking one huge stride after the other before collapsing against his small frame. I felt his arms encircle me just as I began to shake and the need to gain some control over one thing fell on me once again. I reached out and held him against my arms as well. Looking down, I studied his questioning look before I lowered my head to kiss him deeply pouring all of my emotions into the contact. Feeling relievee, I pulled away and saw his confused expression once again.

"Kurt, are you sure we should be doing this?"

"I am. I need this right now. I need it. Please." I pleaded and after a second in thought, he finally gave in.

I lowered my head again catch his mouth in mine, allowing my tongue to lazily explore the now familiar heat of his mouth, my need never dying or yielding. -Control, I kept thinking. Raising my hands and with my mouth still connected to his, I started working on the his white lab coat, pulling them off his shoulders before dropping it to the floor. Breaking away for a deep breath, I caught a whiff of the clean stench of the hospital off of him and a small knot formed inside my gut. Quickly shaking it off, I went closer to him again, pushing him further across the living room and against the free wall. I latched my mouth against the base of his neck where it connects with his left shoulder and licked a couple of times before sucking. I heard Blaine moan a bit and the growing heat between my legs just grew warmer. I continued the lazy licks and kisses against his neck as I worked on opening the buttons of his shirt and allowing my hands to needily roam his chest. Without removing it completely, I moved further downward, falling on my knees as I worked on his belt before pulling on the rough denim and his boxers, which both settled between his ankles. I motioned one foot after the other out of his pants with his shoes before I sat back and stared for a few seconds, admiring my work of art. Blaine- half naked, completely hard and in need, just for me. Licking my lips once, I bent closer and placed his penis inside my mouth. I felt his hips buck forward as his head tilted back against the wall. A moan escaped him followed by a few incomprehensible whispers just as his hands found their way to my hair. I sucked him in deeper inside my mouth and pulled away. I did this a couple more times relishing on the quivers of Blaine's body against me. Just as I felt that he was about ready to come I pulled away.

- control.

I saw his eyes pop open at the sudden loss of contact, the desire reflected in those beautiful orbs almost pushing me over the edge. I raised myself off the floor placing a trail of licks and kisses against his trunk before reaching his mouth which I conqured as well, my tongue breaching his lips and dominantly exploring him again. Without a word, I bent down a bit again and lifted him against the wall. He instinctively wrapped both legs againts my hips and his arms around my neck. I proceeded to use one hand to support him and the other to free my throbbing erection and lining it against his hole. I searched his eyes, a second of fear flickering across his olive irises, but with my need overwhelming every bit of reason left within my soul, I entered him, quickly, roughly and completely. Pain crossed his scared expression, followed by an unreadable phase, where he closed his eyes, seemingly in an attempt to block out the pain. I gave him a few seconds, fighting my never fading desire to move.

"Go on. Move." Blaine's voice was tight and probably a bit scared, but that was all I needed. I bucked my hips sharply, breaching against his tight hole over and over but never really getting close. I felt Blaine shiver between my body and the wall. His eyes were closed, an unreadable expression written across his tired face. But I couldn't get myself to care.

-I need more.

Releasing Blaine, I allowed him a couple of seconds to regain his balance before turning him to face against the wall before bending him forward at an adjacent coffee table. I wasn't thinking straight, couldn't even if I've tried. As soon as I saw his ass up in the air and ready for me, I plunged in again. Snapping my hips sharply a couple of times, I heard Blaine say something. I didn't catch it at once and continued entering him again as I felt the familiar knots forming at the pit of my guts as I came closer to my orgasm.

"Stop! Kurt, please stop!"

I heard Blaine's pleas break through my darkening thoughts. But it was too late. Not a second later, I started coming, in huge, dizzying waves and there was nothing I could do to stop my own hips from snapping. As I slowed down, I watched Blaine's body fall to his knees. I pulled out, wincing at the burning sensation brought about by the dry fruction and as soon as all reason set in, I started cursing at my own stupidity.

"Fuck. Shit! Blaine. Fuck! I'm so sorry!"

The curses just kept coming as I watched him as he scrambled to get up, a limp obvious in the way he walked. He didn't look back as he quickly made his way towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

I sat on the floor for god knows how long, repeatedly cursing at what I have done. I should have stopped. I should have known that it was too much, that Blaine wasn't ready, that he was scared. But of course I didn't- because I was selfish, horny and an emotional mess myself. Pulling myself up, I made my way to the bathroom. Not really expecting the door to open, I turned on the knob anyway. When it didn't budge, I knocked softly. Blaine didn't answer but a few soft sobs did reach my side and it hurt a lot knowing I caused them. I slid down against the door and imagined Blaine on the opposite side with his knees drawn to his chest the same way he did each time he was upset.

"I'm so sorry." I said, a break in my voice, obvious.

"I know. I mean, I understand where that came from but.... i-it's hard, t-to focus on t-trying to m-make you f-feel better w-when.." He stammered, twisting painfully on my heart.

"Fuck, Blaine. I'm so sorry." I couldn't think of anything better to say.

"D-danny. Danny used to hurt me."

As much as I wanted to take all that I've done back, I know that it was beyond impossible. So I sat there, crying and in silence as I listened to Blaine's attempts to muffle his own sobs. I'm not even sure how long I've stayed and when both of our crying have stopped. The sun was already blaring angrily bright outside the kitchen window when I've heard the knob turn. I waited a full minute and when Blaine did not come out, I rose to my feet and peaked inside.

The first thing I noticed was the stench of cigarettes, then Blaine's tiny frame wrapped in a fluffy robe, with his hair damp probably from a recent shower and his shirt discarded on the bathroom floor. I dropped to my knees beside him and instinctively pulled him against my body. His body jolted in shock and for a second I feared that he was going to pull away. But he didn't. Instead, he melted against me and even in silence, he made me feel that he has forgiven me.

"Blaine?"

"You're sorry. I know. I'm sorry about your dad too."

"There is nothing left in Ohio for us." I said.

"Yeah. Let's get out of here. As soon as we can."