The Starring Role

Chapter 3

"Hi," said Blaine flatly in the phone, glancing at Kurt sideways to make sure he wasn't awake. He ran into the bathroom and turned the vent fan on to try and hide his voice.

"What ya up to?" she asked, perkily.

"Just waking up and getting ready," he said with a big yawn, rubbing his eye with his other hand. He needed to keep this short just in case Kurt woke up and over heard him. This was the last thing he needed to hear.

"Well, I miss you, and I just wanted to let you know that," she said slyly. Yeah, right. They had the perfect wedding on the perfect day with their perfect family, yet their marriage was anything but perfect. About two years into the marriage, when Blaine was still in college, he noticed his wife becoming very distant at times and only approaching him for sex. This was one of those times where she was just horny and wanted Blaine.

"Yeah, I've gotta get off here soon, my meeting is in about an hour and I still haven't gotten around," he said, trying to cut the conversation short.

"Why so early? Don't you wanna know what I'm wearing?" she asked, her voice dripping with desire. Blaine just rolled his eyes.

"Lindsey, I really don't have time for this." She was probably at her most annoying when she wanted to seduce Blaine.

"Come on, Blaine, just play along for a little."

"My agent's calling in, I'm hanging up now. I'll be home in about a week," he said quickly. He heard her huff in annoyance and said a quick, "Fine, bye," and hung up quickly. Thank God. He really didn't want to talk to her.

Blaine set his phone down on the counter and rubbed his face. What life was he even living? How did it end up like this? Sure, his life was going in crazy directions right now, but he didn't know what the hell triggered it. He remembered one night a couple of years ago that he was at a local bar in New York where he was interning for another producer, and he was a couple of drinks deep when he was soon talking to another man. A very attractive man. That was the first time he'd noticed his feelings like that. So after hours of talking, they went back to the man's house and they fucked. It was an experience Blaine would never forget. He knew it was so wrong, not only because he was married, but because it was with another man! Was he supposed to be feeling like this?

Blaine then began falling into a routine in his life. Whenever he was away and he needed some satisfying, he would scope out a man for himself for the night. After all, it was just a one night thing. What was the harm in that? In the morning when the two would go their separate ways, Blaine shoved any guilt or insecurity aside, bottling it up and hiding it away from every single person in his life.

Blaine stood up and walked back out into the open room where he leaned against the wall, staring at Kurt who was hugging the pillow Blaine had slept on, eyes peacefully closed and a small smile on his lips. Blaine's heart flipped at the sight. Something was different about this. Normally by now, Blaine would have woken him up and practically shoved him out the door. So why was it so hard this time? He actually wanted Kurt to stay longer, maybe even again for another night. Their night had been so incredibly hot and amazing that he would do anything to relive it again. What was so special about Kurt, anyway? Somehow Blaine had been charmed by this pale, beautiful man, and for the first time in his life, he actually wanted to get to know a man for more than just sex.

Kurt stirred, snapping Blaine out of his thoughts. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, just watching as Kurt's eyes squinted open to the morning light, brow furrowing as he stretched comfortably. He yawned loudly and sat up a bit, eyes falling onto Blaine.

"Morning," smiled Blaine. Kurt blushed at Blaine, who was still naked and completely exposed.

"Good morning," he smiled back. Blaine crawled back onto the bed just as Kurt had done the previous night and straddled Kurt over the blankets.

"Oh, it is a good morning," teased Blaine as he felt Kurt's hard-on through the sheets.

"So the same thing's on your mind, too?" Kurt asked as he met Blaine's lips with a smile.

"Mmm," Blaine hummed against him, swiping his tongue across Kurt's lower lip. "It's been on my mind since last night."

Blaine rubbed Kurt through the blankets and a soft gasp escaped him. Yes, he needed this again. Blaine threw the blanket back and started pecking kisses down Kurt's chest and stomach, letting his tongue taste parts of Kurt. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hard cock and began pumping slowly as he swirled his tongue around Kurt's naval. Blaine was so turned on by the noises Kurt was making. The short little gasps and heavy breathing that he was eliciting were making it harder for Blaine to concentrate on what he was doing.

Blaine led his tongue down Kurt's stomach and straight to his cock. He licked at the slit which made Kurt moan. Blaine began pumping his own dick as he teased Kurt to no end by licking here and licking there, making him frustrated.

"Fuck, Blaine, come on," he insisted. Blaine just smiled and continued his teasing, never leaving his tongue anywhere long enough making Kurt writhe in the bed.

"Relax," soothed Blaine, rubbing circles on Kurt's stomach planting more kisses all around his dick. It was extremely amusing watching Kurt get frustrated at what Blaine was doing, and Blaine was half-tempted to just get up and walk away, but he knew he could never do that. Anyone else he could do it to, but for some reason, Kurt made him stay, made him want to do these things.

Finally, Blaine took Kurt's cock in his hand again and placed his entire mouth over it, sinking into his throat until his nose touched Kurt's skin. His gasp moved both of them on the bed as Kurt sent his fingers into Blaine's messy morning hair, grabbing a fistful and pushing his head down farther. Blaine swallowed, clenching and unclenching his throat which drove Kurt insane.

"Fucking Christ!" he yelled as he lifted his hips off of the bed. Blaine pushed him back down, letting Kurt fall out of his mouth as he caught his breath.

"Oh my god," panted Kurt as he closed his eyes, the cold air engulfing his cock that was now dripping with Blaine's saliva.

"Good?" Blaine asked with a smirk. Kurt responded by grabbing his head and pulling it back down to his dick.

"Okay, I guess it was," said Blaine as he took Kurt in his mouth again, swirling his tongue over the slit. Kurt squirmed underneath him, panting and moaning his name over and over again. Hearing his own name fall from Kurt's lips was so arousing for Blaine, and he wasn't entirely sure why. Maybe it was because he was the one making it happen.

Blaine bobbed his head up and down, faster and faster as he heard Kurt's breathing get harsher and shorter. He knew he was about to finish, so very, very close to the edge.

"B-Blaine, I'm g-gonna-"

Blaine lifted his head and grabbed Kurt's cock while locking his lips with Kurt. He pumped Kurt's cock hard as he came with intensity onto his stomach, Kurt's moan stifled with Blaine's mouth over his. Blaine's helped Kurt ride through his orgasm by slowly squeezing the rest of his come out and letting his tongue explore Kurt's mouth as the panting continued from one mouth to the other. After Kurt stopped convulsing and came down from his high, he pulled away and sighed with exhaustion.

"Where the hell did you learn to do that?" asked Kurt. Blaine shrugged his shoulders as he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a few tissues, wiping the come off of his hand and Kurt's tummy.

"I guess I just have these natural talents," mused Blaine with another smirk. Kurt flopped back down onto the bed and blinked several times.

"This has been one of the best trips of my life," said Kurt with a laugh. Blaine nodded in agreement and carefully laid on top of Kurt, their legs tangling together as he rested his head on Kurt's chest.

"I don't want to work today," he complained with a frown. "I'd rather stay here recovering from last night."

Kurt chuckled slightly, making Blaine bounce up and down a few times.

"You mean continue the activities from last night," pointed Kurt. Blaine smiled and nodded. He'd give anything for that to happen.

"Unfortunately, money doesn't appear out of thin air, and I love what I do. It's just that sometimes I never get to relax," said Blaine.

"I understand," sympathized Kurt. "Running here and there wears you down after a while."

They sat there in silence for a little bit, just listening to the sound of traffic outside and their steady breathing. They heard a couple of people walking down the hallway outside and everything just seemed so calm. Neither of them wanted to get up, even though Blaine had to leave soon. It just seemed so right, and they never wanted to forget this feeling.

Finally, Blaine sat up and looked at Kurt.

"Will I see you again?" he asked hopefully. Kurt looked at him with shock and immediately, Blaine wished he'd kept his mouth shut.

"Well, I mean- if you're going to be here for a w-while, then maybe we could, you know, get some coffee or go out to lunch or you could forget me completely if that's what you wanted. We could go separate ways and-"

Kurt laughed and pressed his finger to Blaine's lips.

"Blaine, I'd love to go on a date with you." The grin that plastered itself on Blaine's face was so wide, he was sure he looked completely stupid.

"Great!" he said, staring into Kurt's incredible blue eyes.

"I'm here for about another 3 weeks," said Kurt. Blaine's heart suddenly deflated. He'd be gone next week. He only had about one more week to enjoy this with Kurt, whatever "this" was. One week didn't seem like a long enough time for him, and to even think about going back home to Lindsey was bad enough.

"Should I come back tonight?" asked Kurt with a smile. Blaine shook his head.

"No, you've seen my hotel room. Now it's time for me to see yours," he said with a wink.

"Okay," Kurt nodded and grinned. "But, I think it's time for me to leave. I've got a meeting with the set crew today to help make designs for the stage."

Blaine frowned but he knew he had to start preparing for the day as well.

"Can't we just call in?" he complained. Kurt chuckled again and shook his head.

"You're the one that said money doesn't appear out of thin air."

They both stood up and stretched, their muscles cracking they bent this way and that. Kurt took a couple of steps towards his pile of clothes when he stopped and scrunched his face.

"Oh, shit," he groaned. Blaine looked at him with concern.

"Are you alright?" he asked, taking a hold of Kurt's elbow to brace him in case he fell over.

"Yeah...just very sore from last night," he said as he limped over to his clothes. Blaine dropped his hand as he suppressed his smile. Watching Kurt struggle to lift his clothes off the ground was hilarious in itself, but he didn't regret it. It was an amazing night, and he was sure that Kurt would agree with him.

They both got dressed, Blaine in a sweat suit and Kurt back into his now wrinkled suit. Kurt slipped his shoes on and made his way to the door, Blaine following behind him.

"I'll see you tonight?" he asked with a sparkle in his eye. Blaine nodded and pulled the door open.

"See you tonight," he said.

"Room 418."

They stood there awkwardly, not sure of what to do. Should they kiss? Should they just leave?

So, of course, Blaine resorted to one thing he did well: tease. He smacked Kurt's ass who yelped loudly. He rubbed his ass for a second before turning to Blaine.

"Rude," he said with a furrow of his brow and walked out of the room.

"You loved it," he called as Kurt walked away.

"I never said I didn't," he called back.

Blaine smiled as he shut the door and leaned his back against it with a dreamy sigh. Maybe he'd have to leave next week, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy his time with Kurt. He'd make the most of it.