Kurt straddled Blaine's hips carefully, admiring the marks up and down his back.

"How does it look?"

With a pleased smirk, Kurt's gaze drifted over to Blaine's eyes, a content smile curling up the ends of his lips.

"It looks beautiful."

Kurt looked back at the marks and got an idea.

"Blaine?" Kurt climbed off the bed carefully. "Do you think you can stay like this for me?"

Blaine chuckled.

"Kurt, I will do anything you tell me to."

Kurt blushed as he ran and grabbed his phone off the kitchen island. He held it in front of Blaine's face, shaking it side to side playfully.

"Can I?" Kurt asked innocently. "For my personal album. It won't end up on the internet or anything. I promise."

"Do it."

Kurt positioned his cell phone camera carefully to just get Blaine's back in the frame.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Kurt said, tongue firmly clasped between his teeth while he tried to get the best angle. "I won't get your ass in the picture."

"Why not?" Blaine sounded offended. "I happen to think my ass is my best feature."

Kurt raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Do it," Blaine repeated, his whiskey colored eyes shining. "Photograph everything."

"Okay." Kurt giggled.

Blaine could feel Kurt move around the bed, careful not to jar Blaine too much. Being on the bed, naked, while Kurt climbed carefully over him, still dressed in that lucious vinyl outfit was a new level of erotic. Blaine listened to the click of the camera as his beautiful angel photographed Blaine's naked and marked body. It turned out to be an incredible turn on.

"You'd better forward me those." Blaine smirked. Kurt kneeled off the end of the bed and looked into Blaine's grinning face, his eyes closed. Kurt quickly snapped a picture.

"That one, too," Blaine said, and Kurt laughed.

"Now you lay here for a moment," Kurt said, rubbing a hand lightly over Blaine's shoulders. "I'm going to change and be right back to take care of those."

Kurt grabbed his overnight bag and hopped into the bathroom. Kurt unzipped his boots and pulled them off one at a time. He loved these boots, loved the way they hugged his skin. He closed his eyes as he pulled them off, imagined Blaine's beautiful bedroom eyes looking up at Kurt as he licked up the side...imagined taking them off in front of Blaine. Blaine, in a fitted tailored suit, stting at the end of that massive bed of his...Kurt slowly undressing.

Could Kurt do it? Could Kurt be vulnerable in front of Blaine?

Kurt peeled off his pants with a wince, grabbed a towel and wiped up his cum. This was becoming a thing now, Kurt realized. He looked at the riding crop in his hands.

It had been a long time since he had even thought of doing something like this, but all of those marks on Blaine's back...his constant begging for more and harder, had Kurt wondering. He rolled up a wash cloth and put it in his mouth, biting down. Then he took the crop firmly in his slightly shaking hand and brought it down on his own skin, hard.

The whimper that managed to escape past the gag in his mouth was louder than he expected, and he was sure that Blaine had heard. But after the sting had gone, it didn't matter who heard him. He did it again, on the other leg this time, and felt his cock twitch in response.

How would Blaine be, as a dom with this in his hand? Kurt thought about Blaine's strong arms. He could probably give Kurt a run for his money.

Without even realizing it, Kurt had hit himself two more times, and he was already partially aroused. He looked down at his pale skin and noticed he had four healthy marks of his own.

Kurt finished getting dressed into a tight black t-shirt and a pair of briefs. He left the riding crop on the sink and grabbed a wet wash cloth and the first aid kit. Kurt had one of his own; one of those big industrial kind in the metal boxes that businesses buy.

When Kurt stepped out of the bathroom, he saw Blaine staring at him, as if he had been watching the door, waiting for Kurt to step out. Blaine whistled appreciatively at Kurt's state of undress.

"What?" Kurt asked, climbing on the bed with the supplies.

"It's not naked," Blaine commented, "but it will do."

Kurt smirked. He noticed Blaine's eyes linger on the marks on Kurt's legs. He had heard the snapping of the crop...and the whimpering. If Kurt had taken any longer, Blaine would have been ready for round two.

Kurt dabbed lightly at the welts with the cool, wet washcloth. Blaine hissed, then sighed as the cloth touched hs skin.

"What were you doing there?" Blaine asked.

"Experimenting." Kurt looked down at Blaine with a sly smile. "What do you think?"

Blaine turned slightly so he could have a better look.

"Nice, but it should be a crime to mark up such beautiful skin."

Blaine turned back on his stomach, missing Kurt's jaw drop, and the blush that heated Kurt's skin.

"Can I have a picture of yours?" Blaine muttered. "Seems only fair."

Kurt shook his head, but grabbed his cell phone camera and positioned it in front of him to take a picture of his legs, slightly parted as he straddled the bed, to get a picture of the marks on his thighs. He immediately sent a copy to Blaine. Somewhere in the room they heard Blaine's phone chirp.

"There," he said.

"Next time you should let me help you."

Kurt chuckled to hide his embarrassment.

'So big gorgeous super star Blaine Anderson is also a mind reader. Figures.'

"I'm no switch, honey." Kurt said, and even though technically it was true, it felt like a lie. "I dominate. I don't let others dominate me."

'Except in my dreams where you're tying me down, with ice melting in the perfect heat of your mouth, and your sucking my...'

"Can I ask you a question?" Blaine reached up a hand and pulled Kurt down to him, moving over a bit to hold Kurt against his naked body.

Blaine ran his fingers over Kurt's shoulders and down his back, massaging lightly with his fingertips.

"What is it?"

Blaine felt Kurt nuzzle against him. He didn't want to lose his warmth, didn't want Kurt to throw up walls and shut him out, but he was itching to know.

"You were...were you...different?" Blaine tightened his arms around Kurt, trying to show him that he wasn't judging him, wasn't trying to embarrass him or hurt him in anyway...that he wanted to be there for him.

Kurt went silent and still, and Blaine cursed himself. He should have just kept quiet and enjoyed what he had lying right there in his arms.

"I...uh...think I was just a bit off my game today, that's all." Kurt tried to sound breezy and loose, but inside was a different story. He suddenly became petrified that Blaine would reject him. "I hope you didn't mind... I mean, I hope you still enjoyed it."

"Yeah," Blaine answered quickly. "Yeah, I did. It was nice."

Kurt sighed.

When Blaine spoke again, Kurt was surprised to find that he and Blaine were thinking the same thing.

"What...does this mean...for us?"

"I don't know for sure," Kurt answered honestly. "But I have a feeling...the nature of this arrangement is going to change..."


Kurt waking up in Blaine's arms for a second time, the sound of the ocean outside the window, and the sun warming their skin was like the realization of a fantastic dream. At some point during the night, Blaine had threaded his hand into Kurt's hair and the other hand had traveled to rest on Kurt's ass. Kurt bit his lip to stifle a giggle, wondering for a moment what time it was...and then wondering why he even cared.

He didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to think about the fact that this wasn't his life, just a mid-point of time where he got to own this beautiful man and most likely, eventually, break his own heart.

He felt Blaine stir, and thought he would open his eyes, but instead he moaned, rutted slightly against Kurt's leg, and squeezed Kurt's ass.

Kurt couldn't help it. He broke into a fit of giggles. Blaine's eyes pulled open, blinking slowly as he tried to focus. Once the last remnants of sleep had been blinked away, Blaine smiled.

"Oh, good," he said, closing his eyes again. "I'm still dreaming."

Kurt grinned.

"You're not dreaming, sweetheart," Kurt said. "Open your gorgeous eyes and look at me."

Kurt was flirting shamelessly, but Blaine's sleepy words hit Kurt like an arrow to the heart.

"No." Blaine shook his head. "I know how this works. I open my eyes and you disappear, and I'd rather sleep so I can keep you forever."

Kurt was stunned. He remembered the last thing Blaine had said during their session last time.

'Can I keep you?'

Of all the things they had done that night, all the things they had said, that was the one thing that Kurt kept replaying in his mind, on a constant loop. The look in Blaine's eyes, the quirk of his lips, the flush of his cheeks, and those four little words.

'Can I keep you?'

Kurt closed his eyes. He shut them tight, blocking out the light of the sun and the sound of the waves. He focused on only the gentle inhale and exhale sounds of Blaine's breathing as he tried to find Blaine in his dreams.

Kurt awoke to the sound of his phone ringing. Kurt looked at the screen. It said 'home'.

'Shitshitshit!' Kurt chanted in his head. His heart raced as he bolted out of bed and answered the phone.

"Hey, babe," Kurt rushed to say before Dave could speak a single word. "I was just on my way out the door."

"Good." Dave's voice was low. Kurt could tell he was upset, and probably a bit disappointed in him. He would never be able to convince Dave now that he wasn't sleeping with Blaine. "I have to be at work in an hour."

"I know, sweetie. I know."

Kurt heard a sigh. It was the nickname that did it. Kurt felt guilty using it against Dave, but it worked every time.

"Just drive safe. I'll see you soon."

"Thanks, Dave. Bye." Kurt hung up and started tossing stuff into bags.

"Hey," Kurt heard a sleepy voice say.

Kurt turned and saw Blaine sitting up in bed, rubbing his hand through his hair. Kurt bit his lip trying to ignore the obvious erection tenting the sheet. The overall image of a sleepy Blaine was just too adorable for words.

"Hey," Kurt said with a smile. "I slept through my alarm. I have to get going so Dave can get to work."

"Okay." Blaine made to stand up, but decided that laying down and staying completely still was best. His body ached every time he moved and his skin stung where it pulled across his back.

"Just lay down for a while," Kurt suggested. "But get up and exercise or something later or you'll stiffen up."

Blaine watched Kurt pack his bags.

"Why not just leave them?" Blaine asked. "I mean, you are coming back tonight, right?"

It was a question, Kurt realized. Blaine thought Kurt had decided not to return after last night.

Kurt didn't know if Blaine wanted him to.

"If you want me to come back, then I'll come back," Kurt said. "That was the arrangement."

Blaine sighed. He didn't like thinking of this as an arrangement. He had already paid Kurt. He didn't want to think about that anymore. Blaine got up on his hands and knees as Kurt approached the end of the bed. Blaine climbed over to where Kurt stood, kneeling before Kurt. Kurt watched him approach, breath caught in his throat.

Blaine was still naked - beautifully, gloriously naked, every amazing inch of him on display. He locked eyes with Kurt as he knelt before him, then bowed low, hands on his knees, eyes downcast. Kurt could see the marks on Blaine's back as Blaine rested his forehead on the bed.

"Please come back," Blaine said softly.

Kurt's heart stuttered in his chest. He had marked this exquisite man, almost painfully, and in turn, he was begging Kurt to come back.

"I will," Kurt breathed. "I promise I will."

Kurt dropped his bags at the foot of the bed and took a moment to run his fingers through Blaine's messy curls. He wanted to drop down and place a kiss to Blaine's head, but he couldn't force himself to move. Kurt turned and left with his phone in his hands.

It was one of the hardest things he had ever done.