Until You See Stars

"Youre shitting me." Hunter did not waste a breath once the truth became plain. Disgust, angry and envy were the most noticeable emotions dominating his demeanor. "Here I am trying to find a fucking way to get your name known. All the while youre fucking the pretty little ass on every other magazine cover and television ad. Why didnt you tell me you were tapping that?"

Blaine Anderson swirled the contents in this brown bottle before taking a drink. Over his shoulders crowds of barely dressed men and women were dancing and grinding in the dim disco lights and to the inaudible moans of rock music. Ambitions had long ago been stripped in the bathroom stalls and taken against the doors with raw unprotected force. First and last names were the only mysteries within the dark underground club that smelt of sweat and tobacco. Strangers were kissing strangers, and sexuality had the fluidity of water curving itself around the nearest attractive body. Sex was in the air and everyone wanted more than an unsatisfying sniff.

Before moving to New York City Blaine never concerned himself with cheap alcohol and cheaper sex. He was a good boy with a moral compass facing north - or so the thirty year old likes to believe. It is through the fault of time and watching the stalemate of his career waste in disappointed glory that turned his golden heart black. The attention brought with free drinks turned sweeter, and easy sex became a nice validation to his talents outside of music. He may be a peasant uptown, but he was rock star king among the sewer rats.

"Would you have believed me if I told you Manhattans darling and Broadways princess was hungry for my cock?" Blaine snarled. "Would you have believed me if I told you The Famous Kurt Hummel frequently snuck into my apartment incognito just to get his ass fucked by yours truly?"

Hunter raised his hands in mock surrender. "It doesnt matter if I believe you. What matters is if the world believes you. As your manager I need to know: how did you two meet? How long have you been fucking? Why are you keeping it a secret?"

"Oh arent you sweeter than a sixteen year old girl wanting to share gossip at a slumber party." Blaine mimicked a feminine voice under his drunken state. "Youre a real crappy manager. Did you know that? Ive lived in this city for nine years and I have nothing to show for it. Look at Kurt, he is eight fucking years younger than me and he has been modeling since he was fifteen and looked what he has done since. He isnt even that talented - he must have well connected managers who can get him into places." The singer slammed his bottle against the table top and slashed some of its contents onto the dirty wood. "Tell me, why is Kurt talented enough to need three mangers? One person to organize in his modeling career, and the others to focus on his acting and singing? Meanwhile Im lucky to get a fucking gig in this low run bar with rats in the basement and prostitutes in the back alley."

Hunter narrowed his eyes, but otherwise said nothing. Sometimes temper tantrums were a necessary evil for jealous divas. Not to mention the fact that his mind and trousers were beginning to harden to a particular blonde haired temptress in a red mini dress. 

"I understand that youre pissed. I am too." Hunter glared. "Instead of taking it out on me. Lets harness that anger and make some money out of it. Stop being a prissy brat. Tell me about this skinny twink."

Loud music continued to blast over their heads and mask the privacy of their conversation. If either man was paying attention then they would have noticed different couples having sex in adjacent table booths.

"Kurt is an orphan with daddy issues and more than one interesting sex kink." Blaine casually discarded between sips of beer. "He likes older men. He once told me, as if I give a fuck, that he lost his virginity to a man his fathers age. Im the youngest guy he has ever been with - not that that is saying much about a boy who has only tasted three men."

Hunter patiently waited for his friend to continue, all the while the image of taking off a particular red dress never left his dirty mind.

"Sure Kurt is pretty and tight around my cock, but I dont understand how he is a Ralph Lauren model, staring on Broadway or has three movies under his belt. If you get to know Kurt you will learn that he is an elitist pretending to be humble."

"If you hate the kid, then dump him."

For the first time of the evening a smile broke out on Blaines face. The smile was a far cry from wholesome or innocent. An odd element of perverseness surfaced in his tone and on his lips. "Kurt and I have been together for two years - we meet at some bar on his twentieth birthday. He had a fake ID and no one cared to question him." Hunter nodded without reason. "Kurt loves me. He wants me to move in with him and for us to get married one day. If you think free drinks is a good way to boost your confidence, then imagine this: a pretty twink giving you his heart and body without question. In Kurts eyes I can do no wrong. Why would I want to give up that kind of power?"

Blaine poured the rest of his drink down his throat. Somewhere in the distance an underage stranger purchased the attractive singer another bottle of beer.

"Why are you keeping this relationship a secret? If you want to become famous, heres your chance."

"I dont want to become known as ‘Kurt Hummels pathetic boyfriend. What do you suggest I do? Do you think I should ride Kurts coattail like Kurt rides my cock? News flash Hunter, I dont want to sing show turns or dance on a stage. I would be called a sellout if I traded rock music for theater and start sipping champagne on the weekends. Even if I wanted to, I dont exactly look the part." Blaine paused to flex his arms and better displayed his multiple tattoos. "Im the one who wants to keep our relationship a secret. In the beginning Kurt rightfully thought I was embarrassed by him. Now he thinks its a proof that I love him and that Im not after his fame like his second boyfriend." Baine took another drink. "Ill tell you, Kurt may be hot, but hes dated some old creeps before I came around. Although I cannot complain. Those perverts fucked Kurts brain harder than his ass and an insecure bondage-loving twink emerged."

Hunter waited until he had his clients full attention before redirecting the conversation back to point. "You shouldnt be ashamed that youre dating Vogue-Hollywood-Broadways little sweetheart. Instead you should embrace it and celebrate it. Youre banging Chanels newest model - you need to let the world know just how hard youre banging it. You will be surprise to learn how far a hot piece of ass can take you."  The older man intended to say more, however words evaporated from his mouth when his young temptress began kissing and groping another female with equally large breasts. He needed to get in the middle of that deadly sin quickly. Unfortunately for him, Blaine didnt seem to notice or care. 

"For starters, Kurt thinks were dating. Im fucking him and every other twink my cock desires. Lucky for me, Kurt is too stupid and blind to see it." Blaine violently pushed his empty bottle away. "Secondly if I did what you suggest, then people who already know my name will call me a sellout for pandering to an uptown snob."

The larger man laughed and violently shook his head. "No they wouldnt. They would greet you like a champion for defiling the prudish little princess. Your name would get more attention, then in the passionate and orgasmic heat of your temporary new found fame, we would sell your voice like a prostitute on New Years Eve."

Once again openly displayed promiscuity derailed Hunters narrative. One girl was now touching the other in a sensitive place, and both aroused sirens were staring directly at him with hungry come-hither looks.

"You know, Kurt has never been ashamed of me or insisted that he wants to keep our relationship a secret. Of course his mangers like to pretend that I dont exist." Blaine mulled over new ideas forming in his drunken mind. From the booth next to him, his underage admirer slid in beside him. "Im the one who wanted to keep our privacy and live in separate apartments. Now that I think about it, why the fuck would I want to do that? Im talented and I deserve a break!" 

"Yes you do." Someone other than Hunter agreed. A hand to match the voice rubbed circles over Blaines deltoid muscle decorated with a lion tattoo. Hot breath blew over the older mans neck. "I heard you singing earlier - your voice sounded like sex and your body drenched in sweat did wonders to my body."

Ambitions proved themselves abandoned and without reason when the underage boy crawled to the floor and his steady hands pulled on Blaines jeans. A few people stopped and stared, however majority of others were too busy with their personal and similar situations

Unaware of his own movements, Blaine gripped the nameless younger boys hair and directed the experienced mouth towards his sex. "Kurt and I dont hang out in public. Whenever we go to the others apartment we go in separately. What do you suggest? I attend one of Kurts stupid play with a dozen roses? Im sure Kurt would love that." The raven haired man spat as if the idea was revolting.

"One thing at a time." Hunter stood up from his bench and stretched his back. His brown eyes never left the two females engaging in the others company. "See to that little sluts needs. If you need me, Ill be dancing the hokey pokey with those two."

Without saying anything else, the taller man disappeared into a sea of sweaty bodies. It was not long before Blaine drowned himself down the nameless boys throat. All the while a single word trembled from his damp lips - Kurt. Maybe the tight ass could be more useful than being just that.  

...

"I love you," Kurt arched his back upward to better utilize his arousal. The same sweet sentiment did not mingle from the wet lips kissing the back of his neck. "I love you." Another moan ripped from Kurts mouth as every muscle in his body tightened.  They had only just begun, but his body did not have the ability to prolong much longer. Something about his boyfriend had changed. Blaine kisses were softer and his hands were gentler. As a result, the twenty-two year old model had turned into a withering mess of naked flesh - desperately clutching for the reserved love his boyfriend was beginning to expose. "Blaine! Please touch me!"

Blaine did not answer the words or actions his lover sought after. In cruel mockery to Kurts open heart, the older man lifted his chest off the trembling flesh and pushed Kurt against the satin sheets that smelt of seawater. "You know the rules. Put your hands where I can see them. Kurt..." The singer pulled himself out and slapped half of his lovers bottom. "Are you a good enough boy for me?"

"Y-yes..." Kurt stretch his arms outward and balanced the frame of his weight on his shoulders. Black silky ropes tethered his hands together and similar bondage covered his eyes. "Is this better?"

"Almost..." Blaine tightly gipped Kurts hips to the point bruises were sure to form. What did it matter if his young temptation got a little banged up? Kurt liked hands marked on the milky flesh. Plus the young model finished his swimsuit photoshoot and was on a two week vacation. "Do you like it when I take you like this? Do you like it when I fuck you until you can see stars?" Blaine rewarded his own cock with his hand and appreciation for the desperation beneath him. It did not make sense why someone as beautiful as Kurt would want someone like him. However, if the truth was to be told, both men were damaged. The only difference between them was the management of their broken remains. He needed to control and Kurt needed to be controlled. It was the perfect balance and the necessary glue to hold them together.  

In the beginning and continued to this day Blaine struggled to conceptualize how easily his body folded next to Kurts. Two years ago when he first pressed the beautiful twenty year old against a stale bathroom wall, he never once took in the consideration that the same body would drape him in luxury and the two of them would be sharing a hotel in Hawaii. Yet here they are: in a tropical paradise and desperately satisfy each others desire.

"Please Blaine...make me see the stars. I want to see the stars. Youre the best at it."

Blaine lowered his body and teasingly brushed his sex between Kurts parted legs. Dirty talk was a personal favorite and a particular game the young model enjoyed playing. "I love it when you stop pretending to be a virginal role-model for young boys and girls to admire. You arent even close to being virgin-like. Youre a slut who enjoys taking in older cock. Tell me if Im wrong?"

Sweaty chestnut colored hair stuck to the back of Kurts neck. The same neck shook in disagreement. "Y-youre not wrong...Please Blaine, finish what you started."

"I dont appreciate that tone." The older man not-so-playfully bit the helix of his lovers ear. "Im the one in charge. I decide when youre finished."

By the standard mean of comparison Blaine was not soft or gentle like Kurt believed him to be. He was a brute, but less so than his predecessors to the models flawless body. With unwarned forced, the older man pushed himself deep into the model and repeated his actions with ravenous might that could almost be called destructive.

"I love you." Kurt returned to his former declarations of devotions and he tightened his fists until they turned white. "I love you. I love you. Thank you for loving me."

Other than determination to bring pain and pleasure, few emotions crossed the singers face or brain - love, compassion and adoration were not included. Kurt may believe love and sex go hand-in-hand, but he did not and Kurt was a fool to think otherwise. Sex comes with power to the person who cares less, and forbid if he was not the one in control.

Lost within the sounds of heavy moans and skin hitting skin, sticky release covered Kurt and filled his insides. Per his request he convinced Blaine to do away with condoms long ago. They were both clean and with nothing to hide. Thankfully for Kurt, Blaine always used necessary protection with his extracurricular activities and frequently tested himself.

"I love you."

The raven haired man pulled out and rolled onto his back. A cigarette soon materialized in between his figures. "Yeah-yeah."  Black smoke puffed from his mouth and a wicked smirk formed on his lips once the effects of nicotine relaxed his body. He may be a sewer rat on stage, but he was a lion in bed - the tattoo on his arm was not without meaning. Residual proof of his dominance laid in his naked doe bound with silky straps and leaking forth his release. Time and place had little meaning to the serene face appreciating the fading stars in his vision.

"I love you." Kurt did not move from the position his body weakened too after Blaine released his hips. He felt too good to move and his legs were too numb to acknowledge the tickling contents rolling out of his bottom. "Thank you for loving me. The others - they didnt love me like you did." Blaine exhaled another whiff of smoke and closed his eyes to the lazy rambles his broken model was saying. "My first...Steven, he didnt love me. He and my dad went to school together and they were friends. Steven went to my fifteen birthday party with his wife and daughter. I remember because my dad got mad at me that day - he wanted me to take the daughter out on a date. I said no and he hit me until I passed out, normally he would only hit me two or three times. It was then that I ran to the city and started modeling. I never thanked my dad for signing off on the modeling papers, otherwise I would have been jobless."

Sex, nicotine and the view of the ocean rendered Blaine too weak to complain of Kurts repeated post-sex story.

"I never went back home until my dad died and I had to help organize the funeral. I was seventeen." Kurt licked his lips. Apart of him wished Blaine would remove his blindfold and the bondage keeping his wrists together; however the feeling of continued captivity was soothing. "Steven complimented me and my modeling. He said he was keeping a special book of all my pictures...sometime during the wake Steven took me upstairs. I didnt complain." Kurt nervously fiddled with his fingers. "His calloused hands felt nice as he undressed me. When he was stretching me open, he told me that my dad regretted hitting me but was too ashamed to ask for forgiveness....We continued this secret affair for a week...."

Blaine knew this was not the end of the story, but it was where Kurt ended his narrative. In a deep slumber Blaine woke up to the crying moans of the younger man begging Steven to stop hitting him.

"I love you Blaine." Kurt shifted his limp body closer to his lover. "Please..."

Without needing to ask for details, the singer removed Kurts simple bondage. Blue eyes wet with tears greeted him with little surprise and free arms immediately cradled around his muscular chest.

"Thank you for being so good to me. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for traveling down here with me. I know you dont like to fly, but now we can spend one of my vacation weeks on the beach. I love you." Limp, sore and bruised, the young model wrapped his legs around Blaines nudity and kissed the hair stubbles on his chin.

At the foot of the bed, hazel eyes watched the twilight paint the Pacific Ocean with different shades of pink and violet. Natural waves splashed against the surface and sent foamy water to the white sandy beach. "Yeah-yeah." Blaine leisurely took in another inhalation of his cigarette before blowing it out. Yes, he was definitely talented in the bedroom, but it was time for a talent other than sex to receive recognition. "Go to sleep. We will be sightseeing tomorrow."

...

While sightseeing, the starlet did not receive special treatment or favors, nor did he expect any. The locals did not recognize the Broadway star and fellow tourist were respectfully distant to the point that Blaine could not help but get irritated. In the city people would follow Kurt likes flies to the wasted talent that he was. Now that he was trying to present himself as the true prize, attention was being denied. Minute attention did present itself if the form of a blond haired teenager who stared daggers in Blaines direction. Jealousy intensified when the smug rock singer put his arm around Kurts slender waist. It was a small victory of no lasting consequences, but the taste of judgement from a complete stranger was a delightful welcome to Blaines palette.   

At the same time Kurt was too blinded by the heart shapes in his eyes to notice the blond haired teenager; and the soreness in his bottom and the bruises on his hips solidified the twenty-two years old inability to acknowledge anything beyond his immediate cares. He was in public with his boyfriend, and Blaine was not ashamed to call him his.

"Blaine," Kurt snuggled closer to his boyfriend as they walked along the sandy beach barefooted. "When should be head over to the bar? They are having karaoke night. I was thinking that we could do a duet together. I would like to sing ‘All I Ask of You from the Phantom of the Opera?" Blaine already had a rejection in his mind, but stopped when Kurt nearly screamed. "Oh, look a dolphin! Wheres my camera!"

The model frantically reached inside his black and white striped beach bag and tossed unwanted items in Blaines direction. A thick and heavy royal blue beach towel with a white anchor in the middle captured the singers attention. Bottles of sun lotion soon made their way into his hands.

"I love dolphins." Kurt turned on his portable video camera and elevated it with his face. Blaine quietly stood behind the model and watched the small screen capture a perfectly clear imagine of the grey water. Against the blue horizon was the black silhouette of a wild dolphin jumping and flipping. "Isnt this great?"

By no means did the older man dislike dolphins, but he refused to stand around and cheer for a hairless mammal who knew a couple tricks. "What kind of camera is that?" 

"W-what?" Kurt half-heartedly asked. Strangers standing about cheered for their wild and unexpected guest. "A designer gave this to me when I was in Paris last fall." Kurt could practically hear Blaine demanding more information. "Its a really nice camera - its waterproof and it can capture footage in the dark."

Blaine snaked his arms around the thin waist and rested his chin on the boney shoulder. "I love home videos. Pictures are good at catching moments, but videos are the best means of capturing a memory. Wouldnt you agree?"

Kurt bit his lower lips in order to mask his pink cheeks. The distinct outline of Blaines member pressed against his ass and a knowing moan vibrated across his skin.

"We should start a collection of our own recorded memories." Blaine kissed the aroused goosebumps on his lovers neck. "It would be fun to relive these memories when were back in New York - in our place. Wouldnt you love to record a Hawaii sunset and watch it in bed together on a cold winter night?"

Kurt relaxed his weight against Blaines chest and relished the words whispered against his ears: our place. Blaines decision to move in with him was music to his ears and the greatest gift he could have asked for. From now on there was no longer his apartment or Blaines place. It was their apartment and their place. "My dad never made home videos. He said it was a waste of time." Soft lips kissed his ear in a way only that only a lover could. "It wouldnt be a waste with you. I wished I thought of this earlier. We could have started recording when we left New York." Kurt struggled to breathe and hold the camera when the pressure of Blaines sex on his ass ground forward. "B-Blaine, w-were in public. There are kids here."

"Theyre not watching us." The rock singer slid one hand up Kurts thin shirt. "If you want we can go back to the hotel, but I have to say: you look prettier out here." The same hand under Kurts shirt crawled up the naked flesh and tiny nipples awoke with welcomed interest. "If no one was around, how far would you let me take this?"

The younger man lowered his camera and did his best not to excite perverted attention. "B-Blaine...there are people here...."

"Its not like Im fucking you....If only we had the beach to ourselves...." Calloused fingers brushed over Kurts overly sensitive nipples. "For now we should probably go to the karaoke bar you were talking about. I need to select a song to sing." The younger man hitched his breath when Blaines second hand squeezed his sore ass. "It will be nice change to sing to a crowd other than closeted fathers and topless girls."

As suddenly as the dolphin appeared then disappeared, Blaine pulled back and left his boyfriend in a sweet state of uncontained want visualized with flushed cheeks and a noticeable problem.  

"B-Blaine..." Kurts voice slightly cracked. "D-dont you want to sing a duet with me? There are hundreds of songs to choose from. W-we could sing..."

"No." The older man unintentionally darkened his eyes and frowned his thick brows. "There is a reason why I dont sing lame ass Broadway songs or dress in rainbow spandex and wave batons. There are men who fuck and boys who get fucked. Youre in one group and Im in the other - thats why we work babe."

Neighboring crowds dispersed in different directions and the ocean tides continued with their never ending motions. A faint tug pulled on Kurts eyes with equal pressure to the tears threatening to fall. Years of practice prevented the muffled forms of disappointed to surface to anything outwardly meaningful. His tears never served him justice, patience or forgiveness. What was the point in trying now? Blaine may love him, but the love Kurt knew did not necessarily include unity.

"Come on babe, give me some emotion." Blaine teased with the full expectation of happy energy. "Dont you like to hear me sing my types of songs? On the night we meet your mouth and ass were all too eager to show me how much you liked it." Kurt silently lowered his head. "Dont give me that babe." The older man rubbed his lovers neck and waited for Kurt to stare at him once more. "You knew from the start that I wasnt that kind of man. Dont you like the cock fucking you, to belong to a real man?"

"Y-yes."

"Thats my boy."

Blaine leaned inward and completed the familiar voyage between his lips to Kurts. Grateful parted wetness gladly accepted Blaines tongue and needy arms locked around the older man. This was love that Kurt knew to be true and he would be foolish to not treasure it.

...

"Fantastic!" Kurt cheered from his seat in the outdoor patio bar.

Tropical forests surrounded the adult themed club served with strong drinks and luau skirts. In the center of the wooden stage decorated with bamboo torches and local flowers was the thriving singer desperate to become famous. Shouts and applauds from nameless strangers cheered along with the Broadway darling as Blaine closed his song with a scream that could almost be described as orgasmic. Judging from a group of bachelorettes with their rapid breaths and flushed chests, Kurt was not the only one motioning his hips in conjunction with Blaines voice.

Blaine held up one arm and waved to the applauding crowd - twenty people at most. The handsome singer was otherwise shirtless and dressed in long swim trunks that made him appear taller than in actuality. "Thank you."

Before Blaine could have said more or hint for a possible encore, the DJ hosting the nights event interrupted by announcing the next person to the stage.

"Blaine you were great!" Kurt wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and innocently kissed his cheek. "Im so proud of you. Watching you perform is better than performing with you."

"Stop being a pussy cheerleader." Out of old habit Blaine brushed Kurts hands off his body. The drink he ordered before his song immediately went down his throat. "If I was any good, then I would have given this hags time slot." The older man referred to a woman singing with an off pitched voice.

The woman sang a familiar song with a silly smile on her round face. Sure the woman lacked Blaines talent and good looks, but she was enjoying the purpose of the performance: to have fun.

"Didnt you have fun?" Kurt returned his arms to Blaines tense shoulders like a magnet unable to resist. "If you would like, I have a solution for you."

The younger man batted his eyelids and licked his lower lip. From the eyes of the world Kurt was a soft spoken darling who radiated chastity with his pale skin and blue eyes. The only people excluded from this advertised falsehood were the men who wedged themselves into Kurts mind and body. It was through these dilated pupils where Kurts true seductive nature danced for attention and love.

"What is that?" The handsome singer did not push Kurts arms off of his body. The inaction rewarded his crotch with a soft pat under the table.

Kurt glanced over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching him. Regardless of a group of jealous females admiring Blaine and a middle age man winking at him, his actions under the table went unnoticed. Soon his innocent pat turned into a playful tug. "I havent sung yet. You can have my turn." The Broadway starlet smirked at the hardening happening from his efforts. "I would love to watch try and hide this problem."

"I would fuck you on the stage before I hid it." Blaine inhaled with complete control of his efforts. "In the name of public displays of affection Im glad I didnt sign you up. Youre going to be busy finishing the problem you started." The hand jerking him off stilled and visible disappointment returned to Kurts crystal blue eyes. It was a small secret that the twenty-two year old enjoyed unscripted stage discipline. "Dont be surprised, babe. I know how cock happy you get after I sing. I figured your slutty mouth would be too busy for anything else."

Kurt opened his mouth, but stopped when the placement of his hand confirmed the dirty talk. Dirty talk - the younger man did not enjoy listening to it unless he was lost in a field of aroused stars, but the truth was the truth: he was dirty. The first time he laid with another man and surrendered his virginity under the tears of his fathers death, Steve called him the filthiest of words and his greasy fingers tarnished all the purity inside him. His second boyfriend solidified this truth through their nasty bedroom games and violent roleplay.

"Am I wrong?" Blaine innocently mocked the denied purity his lover craved. "Are you not a cock slut? Do you only pretend to love cock in order to scare off potential suitors?"     

Blue eyes disappeared behind thin eyelids and the threat of tears became reality. "I always knew you are a cock slut. Im sure your daddy would be proud to see you now." Kurt pushed the ugly memory aside.

"Come on babe, theres nothing wrong with it." Blaine grabbed Kurts hand and motioned the younger man to return to his previous actions. "If you werent a slut, then we wouldnt have fucked against bathroom walls under green fluorescent lights all those years ago, and we wouldnt be here now." The bar broke out in public cheers when the woman ended her song. The cheers for a poor performance matched Blaines previous recognition. "What the fuck?" The potential rock star stared around the bar. Why were people cheering for this woman?  She was old, ugly and a terrible singer. "Kurt, maybe you should sing. This crowd doesnt know how to appreciate real talent."

Kurt leaned forward and kissed Blaine on the lips before he could say anything else. "You are very talented. In New York theyre auditing a role that would be perfect for you."

"Get it through your thick skull: I will not sing show tunes or dance in tights. Do you think I cant get a job on my own?" Blaine barked and pushed Kurts hand away from him. "Keep talking that way and then Ill dump your scrawny ass."

"No, Blaine..."

The older man stood up and walked in the direction of the exit. The next singer was performing a popular number that had the entire audience dancing on their feet. The females previously admiring Blaine busied themselves with the new hot flavor dominating the stage.

"Blaine..." Kurt called after his lover. The heavy weight of his beach bag slowed him down. "I didnt mean it like that. You know Im stupid and I say the wrong things. I love you. I want to make memories with you."

The exit from the tropical forest surrounding the bar opened to a white sandy beach. Multiple shades of orange and red illuminated the sky and beautifully cast its golden lights onto the water. In the far distant two lovers walked hand-in-hand and shoulder-to-shoulder. A bitter sting of envy shoot through Kurt. Why couldnt he be good enough for Blaine to love him without resistance?

"Im sorry, Blaine..." Kurt cried as fear and exhaustion tightened his lungs, but the older man showed little sign of slowing his rapid pace. If Kurt did not know any better, then it would appear that the older man had an intended destination in mind. "Youre so much more talented than me. I dont understand why no one else sees it."

The romantic couple Kurt was idolizing moments ago faded away and only the muscular man eight years his senior encompassed his vision. Smells of bonfires and cooked foods thinned in the air and the roars of ocean tides echoed within private topless caverns formed by large misshaped boulders. A peculiar feeling of isolation swallowed Kurt as hints of civilization condensed to nothing more than him and Blaine.

"Blaine...please come back....I dont want to be alone."

Isolation and the reminder of Blaines threats of a break-up chocked a nasty knot in Kurts heart. Why did the people he loved eventually abandon him or abuse him? At least physical violence provided human contact and emotional manipulation offered desired attention. Both of which were better than the dark nights alone when uninvited memories of his father and former boyfriends invaded his dreams and robbed him of his delusional reserve of self-worth. Broadway applauses, modeling praises and Hollywood approval were nothing more than a hoax covered in expensive clothes. He was broken, and the only means to hold him together was the acceptance of the person he loved most.

Uncomfortable grains of sands collected between Kurts toes as his sandals started to drag against the beach. If fear of an imminent breakup was not looming over his head, then he may have appreciated natures artwork surrounding him.

"Blaine, I love you. Please stop walking away from me." Tears distorted the audibility of his words, but his intended message was understood.

The beach was deserted for an unknown reason which left the younger man wondering. Where was every one? Did they leave public property and invite themselves somewhere they shouldnt be?

"Stop being a pansy and try to keep up. Were almost there." Blaine huffed. In the corner of his eyes the noticeable distress of his lovers demeanor tickled him with nefarious delight. "If you loved me like you claim, then you would stop complaining. I have a secret for you. Dont ruin it more than you have."

"A secret? I didnt know...." Kurt exhaustively clutched his bag and continued his dwindling pace. Dangerous excitement lifted his spirit and stole a fallen tear of relief. "Why didnt you tell me? Im sorry what I said earlier. Are we allowed to be out here?"

"For once in your life stop talking. I know what Im doing."

The brisk walk along the beach ended with Blaine kicking off his sandals and sitting on the white sand. Large gray boulders privately hid the boys from the center of the island and rising tides motivated them to move deeper into the small patch of land hidden from public view.  

A cool new tide of water extended its arms across the sand and temporarily surrounded the opening to the remote dwelling. "Blaine, the tide is rising....Is it safe here?"

"Yes, it is safe. I asked around for a private place to spend the evening with my boyfriend. A confidential source referred me here." Blaine patted the dry sand for Kurt to join him. "Do you remember when I mentioned that I want to record future memories? I want to start with this sunset. Isnt it beautiful?"

Unfamiliar yet welcomed sensitivity softened the rock singers rough edges. Previous anger dispensed into nothingness and hurtful words vanished without a second thought. "Really?" Kurt carefully dropped his bag to the ground and crawled next to his boyfriend. Solid arms soon wrapped around his shoulders and warm lips kissed his cheek before suspicion had the chance to challenge reality. "I didnt know you meant it."

"Of course I meant it. You know I adore you."  Adoration may have a different definition from love, but Kurt was not going to reject the sentiment. "Let me see your camera." Without asking for permission the raven haired man reached into Kurts beach bag and withdrew two items: the silver camera and the royal blue beach towel. Blaine opened the camera and turned on the small digital screen. "Babe, lay out the towel and get comfortable."

Kurt followed the order robotically. Old habits can be difficult to break and whenever cameras are present. After all, he was a teenage model for two years before he was cast in his first family friendly film. To this days photographers still order him with the impatience Blaine was displaying. "Are you going to hold the camera for the sunset? You might be able to set it here." The younger man pointed to a leveled indention chipped into one of the boulders surrounding them. "The angle is a little low, but it would offer steady support."

Blaine casually glanced in the direction Kurt indicated. True to the models word, the level would make a good alternative to his fumbling hands and missing tripod. "Okay, but first..." The rock star turned around and directed the camera to his boyfriend. "Come on Kurt, smile to the camera for me."

"Blaine!" Kurt waved his hands and pointed at the sun. "The sun is going to be setting soon.  Record that, not me."

New shadows seeped down the singers face and an unknown smirk glazed over his lips as his true intentions came out to play. "Dont worry, Im not in video mode. Come let me take one picture of you. You look so pretty right now."  

"Okay, hurry up. Y-you said you want to record the sunset."

"I will get to it." Blaine lied. "Smile for me." The older man slinked onto his knees and scooted against the sand in search for the perfect angle. From his untrained eyes every position looked of equal quality, but he was not going to admit that aloud. "Kurt, take off your shirt. It doesnt work with the light and it makes you look tired."

Old habits die hard, and a swimsuit photoshoot was not a new endeavor for the model. With a swift tug Kurt removed his yellow shirt and tossed it to the beach bag on the other side of Blaine. "If this more aesthetically pleasing or do my swim trunks need to go as well?"

Blaine laughed at the intended joke and steady the camera with his hands. The digital screen beautifully emphasized the models crystal eyes and pink lips. "Is that you offering? If so, then dont let me stop you, but I should warn you of the consequences...."

"Is that a promise?" Kurt winked and pleasurable tingles rippled down Blaines body. The younger man may be teased by entertainment commentators as ‘virginally boring but the truth was deceitful. "Turn off the camera and come show me."

"You havent done anything to merit consequences." Blaine raised his eyebrow and leisurely imagined that Kurt was naked and stretched out of the beach.  His imagination passively diffused into the younger mans attention. "Come on babe, now that you put the image in my mind I want to see it. It is cruel to tease."    

Kurt did not remove his swim trunks and internally rejected the notion. "Were in public. Someone could see us...Or worse what if someone took pictures and sold them? My career would be over."

"Stop worrying babe. No one will see us. Everyone is busy with the luau happening on the other side of the island. One picture thats all I ask." Kurt innocently bit his lower lip and ran his fingers in the sand as a mean of distraction. "Come on Kurt, dont tell me that youve never considered posing naked. After we started...dating..." Blaine fought against his mouth from saying ‘fucking. Blue eyes sparkled at the enduring term used instead. "After we started dating you mentioned that you had a crush on your first photographer. What was his name? Ted?"

Kurt bashfully nodded his head. He knew where this was going. 

"If I remember correctly Ted offered you a second photoshoot once your official one ended. From what you told me, this sixty year old skeleton wanted to take mature pictures of your gorgeous underage body. Do you recall what you told me next?" Different shades of pink glossed over the younger boys face. "Tell me what you told me."

"I said I regretted it." Kurt stared into his favorite hazel eyes as if he was traveling back in time. "I was underage and the pictures would have gotten Ted in trouble, but at least he was nice to me and he respected my decision." The model took a deep breath. "If I did the things he suggested, then at least I would have given my virginity to someone who was kind." There was more to the story and little reason to hide it. "And...you know me...you said it earlier...you proved it earlier...Im a cock slut. Posing naked is an easy way to get it...and it sounded fun." Pale fingers lightly fiddled with the white laces around his swimming trunks.

Blaine shifted his knees against the sand for new comfort. "You have to admit the idea is still tempting and full of danger. Tell me if Im wrong." Kurt shook his head and continued to play with the strings around his waist. "Come on sexy, do it for me. Let me take one picture, and then Ill fuck you until you can see the stars. Isnt that want you want? Isnt this better than arguing?"

Without words Kurt laid back against the beach towel and slightly lifted his hips upwards. Heavy arousal twitched Blaines sex with expected pleasure. In slow motion that mimicked a virgin removing his last barrier of protection, Kurt took off his swimming trunks and allowed warm sea breezes to touch his private anatomy. Foreign sensation and the risk of getting caught lifted new waves of lust within the younger man and washed over him like ocean tides. "Blaine..." Long pale legs straightened against the earth and fading sunlight bathed over the naked flawless skin with perfect harmony. "T-take your picture..."

"I will, but first there is something were missing."  

Blue eyes nervously watched the raven haired man carefully balance the camera on the flat surface carved into the large boulder beside him. Due to the long narrow edge, Blaine sat the front of the camera facing the young model. Even if the camera was turned off, nudity is the presence of a camera provided a certain element of forbidden desire.

Blaine did not say anything as he withdrew a black silk tie he secretly stashed in the beach bag earlier.

"I thought you wanted a picture. Now you want to tie me down."

"I want both."

A playfully giggle erupted from the twenty-two year old as the older man straddled on top of him. "You want everything."

Black silk wrapped around the pale closed fists. "Stretch out." Per instruction, Kurt lengthened his long arms over his head. "Dont move. Open your legs." Blaine peeled himself off his lover in order to better admire the sinful display of handsome nudity basked under the twilight sky and the prominent outline of the full moon.

"A-are you going to take you picture?" Hope of a Hawaiian sunset transitioned into wishful thinking for tomorrow.

"I will..." The singer repositioned his weight between Kurts parted legs. "Kurt, do you want to know what would happen to you if I took your clothes and left you here - naked and tied up?" The question was rhetorical by nature. "I suppose you could say that it would depend on the person who found your naked ass. Most people, I hope at least, would help you. However if there was one person who on the island who would abuse you, he would be the one to find you. Do you want to know why?" Kurt nervously shifted his hips. "I would tell him you are here. I would encourage him to come down here and fuck you like the little slut that you are. Do you want to know why?" Blaine grabbed his lovers sex with raw force. "Because you insulted me. Dont think I forgave you so easily. I will never sing on Broadway and I dont appreciate the idea of you thinking that I need you."      

"B-Blaine..." Kurt dizzily mumbled from the pain inflicting his sex. "I said I was s-sorry...you said...."

"You really are stupid Kurt? In all the time Ive known you, when have I ever wanted to stand around and record a fucking sunset?" Blaine tugged on his lover and held back a chuckle at the whimpers he was creating. "Lucky for you, this is only a warning. Tell me who you are and how you want to earn my forgiveness?"

Kurt exaggeratedly lifted his hips off the earth to ease Blaines pull. "I-Im sorry...you know I love you...please, do what you want with me. My body is your body. Fuck me as hard as you want. Make me see the stars to the point I skip a heartbeat."

"Are you a cock slut?" The singer challenged the naked model. "Prove it."

Unsure if it was the violation of his orders, Kurt hesitantly scooted onto his knees and pressed his bound hands to his chest. In synchrony with these movements Blaine stood up. Unspoken power and dominance scolded Kurt into familiar submission. Submission looked good on him and it matched the delicate features that made him famous.

"I love you Blaine." The model covered his fear of rejection with sultry confidence. "Im only a cock slut for you." Kurt gingerly kissed the singers muscular abdomen. A tiny trial of wet kisses lowered down the olive toned body and to the elastic waist band preserving his nudity. "Only you. Only this cock."

The older man did his best to minimize the effects happening to his body. It was a dangerous game to give Kurt the opportunity to believe that he was anything more than replaceable. "Youre a cock slut for everyone."

Timid fingers gently tugged on the standing mans trunks and teeth bit down on the other side. In the taste of good talent, Kurt stripped his lover of his single article of clothing. Orders went unneeded before a hungry and desperate mouth engulfed the hard appendage.

"Oh shit." Blaine quickly grabbed the back of the models head and tried pushing himself deeper. Pleasurable moans from the lower man loudly did not suggest discomfort. "Such a little cock slut. Do you like it when I call you that?" Kurt bobbed his head up and down. Saliva and pre-leakage rolled down the models chin. A dirty chuckle echoed within the hideaway. "Is your ass still loose from this morning?" Soft sandy hair motioned up and down, but the blood rushing to his ears prevented him from hearing anything besides distant waves. "Well, in that case..."

It happened fast and without clear warning. One moment Kurts mouth was full and the next his body was being flipped around like a wet rag and his stomach was being pressed against the ground. The beach blanket intended to be a barrier from the sand waddled between his legs and offered pleasing friction to his sex.

The firm hands on Kurts body retreated for a bottle of lube that went unnoticed previously. "I love you..." Lonely whispers faded between grunts and the opening and closing of lubrication. "I love you, Blaine."

"Have you ever been fucked on the beach?"

The model slightly jumped at the cold touch teasing his bottom and motivating his legs to open wider. A pink hole still abused from the morning greeted Blaine with pride. "N-no..."

"Do you want to get fucked on the beach? Do you like the risk of getting caught?"

A soft noninvasive finger brushed over the experienced and impatient entrance. "Yes-yes, B-Blaine whats taking you so long? Do something - were still in public. Hurry." 

"Do you want me to do this fast and rough? Do you want me to fuck you until the stars seem big?"

Kurt arched his back to an uncomfortable angle and stretched his arms out like a cat. Warm sand from the sunny day molded itself around his slender body "Shit Blaine what are you waiting for? Fuck me like you always do."

The promiscuous acts happened within in the private domain between the ocean and boulders, life elsewhere on the beach was tranquil and all footprints had been washed away. Relentless tides dominated the sound waves and the melody of beating drums distant themselves from the whimpering noises coming from the young model.

"Youre such a tight little slut." Blaine aligned his hand on a preexisting bruise of the models left hip. The familiar act warned Kurt that Blaine was preparing himself for entrance. "Sluts like you dont need special preparation - you come ready."

"Y-yes!" Different color sparks shot up Kurts body and burst into his vision like fireworks. Recognition of the sudden and forceful intrusion in his body reach little meaning before Blaines full length pulled out and back in again.  "Ah...hmm...!" Fireworks and stars consumed Kurts attention and left him in a black world with big bright spots of light. Pain radiated from Blaines forces and quickly vibrated into pleasurable gasps that would shame anyone listening. "Ah!" Kurt dug his forehead into the sand and begged for the older man to touch him in new places.

Aroused shivers tickled down the pale back and deep moans rejected all memory that they were in public. As white moonlight gained superiority of the nights sky, Kurt became louder and his pleas became more became inaudible. Despite the models efforts, Blaine concerned himself with his own pleasure and not his lovers forgotten sex burning with neglected lust.      

"Harder...harder!" Kurt rubbed his teary and sweaty face against the sand. He could feel himself nearing complication. "Faster..." The model pushed his weight against Blaine and screamed in accordance.

"Shit..." The singer cursed into the sea air and bent his legs to give deeper and more controlled thrusts. "Shit...shit...shit..."

Bright blue stars distracted Kurt as his muscles clutched around Blaine and warm sticky release filled inside him. His sex did not require special attention before he too freed his inner lust. "I-I love you..." Kurt mumbled out of habit. "I love you...." As if he was in his bed and time did not exist, the model contentedly fell asleep before he could hear Blaine say anything or turn off the camera.

...

Two Weeks Later

"Babe..." Blaine sat on the side of the bed and snuck his hand under the maroon bedspread. Soft strands of unkempt chestnut hair poked from underneath. The rest of the willowy frame stayed curled up and hidden from view. "Babe, you cannot stay here forever. People are asking about you."

"Im not going anywhere!" Kurt cried new tears and with old tears still stained on his face. "Im never leaving this apartment again! Ive never been....Ive never been...."

Lacking concern that others may possess, the singer patted his lovers head and casually stared around the bedroom. Before he officially moved in, Kurts apartment was always perfectly kept and sparkling clean. Today the same could not be said. Contents of unpacked suitcases were spread across the wooden floors and torn up magazines littered the white rugs.  Empty pint sized containers of ice cream were stacked next to the bedside lamp and boxes of tissues blocked the red letterings from the alarm clock. The television Blaine brought into the bedroom from his old apartment played muted trash of idle gossip. On the screen was a picture of Kurt and a caption that read: no longer a virgin.

"How? How? How did this happen?" The model pushed the comforter off him and quickly sat up. Bright blue eyes tainted with anger had little effect on Blaine. "Dont you know how to work a camera? How did you ‘accidently record us? How did you lose the camera afterwards?" Kurt screamed to the point where his face turned red.  "Blaine!"

"Dont talk that way to me!" Blaine barked and stood up. Unlike the model, the singer was handsomely dressed in his classic ripped jeans and wild hair. "You are no less guilty than me. I didnt force you strip in front of the camera. If I remember you wanted to."

"I wanted a picture for your eyes only! Not a full half an hour video of me...and you..."

Blaine crossed his arms and flexed his tattooed arms. "Youre no longer the worlds pure little princess. So you can stop pretending that youre innocent. It was a video of us fucking hard on the beach."

Kurt felt his cheeks blush. Doing was different from hearing, and he didnt want to hear the truth. "Stop saying that!"

"Its the truth." Blaine lowered his voice and ground his teeth together. "I dont appreciate this tone youre giving me. I dont think upsetting me is in your best interest." Kurt raised his perfectly groomed eyebrows in mocked disbelief. "Your managers are pissed at you. People are breaking their contracts with you; and we both known, somewhere out there in cyber world more than one Johnny managed to save a copy of us before it was taken off the internet. How does that make you feel? Do you like the idea of old men waxing their junk to the sounds of you moaning like a cheap whore?" Visible signs of fight inside the younger man crashed into weak surrender. "You see Kurt..." Blaine softly lowered his voice and returned to the edge of the bed. "You can be mad that the creep who found our missing camera and sold it to the press. You can scream at the media who is talking about it and mocking you. But, dont take your anger out on me. Take a look around gorgeous. I am the only person who is still here for you. Piss me off one more time, and we are done. Got it?"

Familiar feelings of rejection settle over Kurt like haunted memories. "Yes...I cant lose you. Y-youre the only thing good in my life...."

"One good thing did come out of this." Callous hands cradled the back of Kurts neck. "You used to worry that I was ashamed to be with you. I am not ashamed of this video. I dont care if the world thinks I love you." Chills ran down the models spine when a single fingernail inched down his pale throat. "I know you didnt watch the film, but I did and we looked good together. If you listen to the reviews, they arent all bad..."

"I-Im sorry for getting mad at you..." Kurt carefully watched the singers kissable lips and breathed in every lie. Now was not the time to start questioning his lovers honesty. Such endearments passed when the model refused to understand the extra money lining Blaines wallet.  "O-once things cool down, Im sure Ill be able to find a job....I j-just want to stay home for a while...."

Thick lips answered Kurt with a brief kiss. "Thats perfectly acceptable, but I got a gig tonight and dont know when Ill be back - dont stay up for me." A cruel and knowing wink followed Blaines last statement.

"The v-video didnt affect your career?" Confusion influenced Kurts voice more so than envy. "Im happy for you. Youre very talented."

The singer slightly condescendingly patted Kurts face. "What can I say, sex sells to my kind of fans. Like I said, not all the reviews are bad....There may even be more good than bad."

All signs of cruelty and guilt on Blaines behalf disappeared. Then again, it may have been the darkening evening sky. "I know what y-youre like after a performance. Are you sure you dont want me to wait up for you? I h-havent been a good boyfriend to you lately...in that department..."

Chocolate stains on Kurts chin, tears in his eyes and snot in his nose was not the singers definition of a suitable bed partner. "Dont worry sexy, Im sure something better will come along tonight."

"What?"

The model opened his mouth, but the singer beat him to it. "What do you think I mean? Be careful Kurt, do you want to piss me off?"

"No..."

"Good."

...

Hunter excused himself from the cheering crowds once Blaine began his fourth song. If Hunter was to be completely honest, he stopped paying attention to the performance once an auburn haired seducer began sucking him under the table. It was by the fourth song that the muscular man decided to tend to the womans needs in the maintenance closet. Similar to every night in the club sex and promiscuity was in the air. Men were on the hunt and women had no values.

Somewhere in the audience a blond haired stranger purchased the attractive rock singer a drink. The condom in his pocket tickled his skin with delight and anticipation inside him heightened. There was little doubt that the singer would become famous one day and eventually marry the little twink he is living with, but tonight the singer was alone. Tonight it was his turn to taste the famous Blaine Anderson.

"Thank you!" Blaine cheered to the crowds. "I will be back in ten minutes!"  

Hazel eyes narrowed in on the stranger who had been admiring him all night. The blond haired stranger was not a gorgeous model; however there were stars in his eyes, and for once those stars were for him. Such recognitions deserved rewarded.

...

The End