“Come on, Kurt, up!” Blaine tugged futilely at his boyfriend’s arm. “Santana’s been planning this party for months and she will kill us if we don’t show up.” Actually, when Blaine had called her a week ago to tell her he might be late, Santana had told him that she would “ cut a bitch” if he missed the grand revealing of the cake she had bought her girlfriend, Alanna. He assumed that he would be “the bitch”.

“Ngghh,” was Kurt’s eloquent answer. Blaine tugged again and Kurt opened his eyes and glared at his boyfriend from where he was lying on their very comfortable king sized bed. The bed had been the first thing they’d bought when Blaine had received his first pay check from the firm. Being a lawyer had its benefits.

“Baby please. I don’t want to go anymore then you do but she’s our friend and we promised her we’d be there.” Truth be told, all Blaine wanted to do was collapse onto the bed next to Kurt and sleep for the next week. His new job at the law firm was demanding and he knew that Kurt’s job at McQueen was pushing him to his limits. They hadn’t been able to truly be alone for weeks with the constant reminders of deadlines at work hanging over them, and Blaine had missed his boyfriend. Eventually Kurt groaned and got up off of the bed to shower and get ready. Blaine kissed him on the cheek as he passed him and went into the kitchen to start wrapping Alanna’s present. He was almost finished when Kurt’s phone started playing C U Next Tuesday. He picked up the phone.

“Hey Santana. Kurt’s in the shower right now but he’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Wanky.” Blaine sighed and rolled his eyes; some people never changed. “Anyway, I’m just calling to tell you that the party is off.  Alanna has food poisoning so she can’t come and there’s no point in having a birthday party without the birthday girl.” Blaine grinned broadly before schooling his face into a more appropriate expression.

“Okay Santana. Kurt and I’ll go out for brunch on Sunday with you guys and wish Alanna a happy birthday then. Tell her she has my sympathy.” They chatted for a few minutes longer before Santana hung up with a “bye bitch”.

Blaine put the phone back on the counter and abandoned the wrapping. He could do it later.  Right now he had a free Friday night with nothing to do but eat takeout and snuggle with his boyfriend. He wondered if it made him old that he thought that was a perfect night. The sound of the shower stopped so Blaine headed back into the bedroom carrying the Chinese takeout menu with him.

“So babe,” he called out, “What sounds better? Beef in black bean sauce or mushu pork?” Kurt poked his head out of the bathroom scowling.

“Please tell me you’re not getting Alanna Chinese food for her birthday? I thought I asked you to get her that antique china set?” Blaine smirked to himself.

“You did, and I am halfway through wrapping it in the kitchen but guess whose girlfriend has food poisoning?” Blaine laughed when Kurt’s face brightened.

“You’d better not be fucking with me, Anderson,” Kurt said, his voice dangerous.

“I would never joke about Chinese food. I’m thinking the beef in black bean sauce, how about you?” He pretended to scan the menu even though they’d both memorised it in those first few weeks after having moved into their new apartment, when Kurt had been too busy to cook and Blaine still hadn’t learned how.

“Mmm that sounds good. Fried rice and prawn crackers as well? If you get that, I’ll grab a movie from the Blockbusters on the corner,” Kurt said as he emerged from the bathroom damp but fully dressed.

“I love not having to choose between rice and crackers. Full time jobs are the best,” Blaine sighed happily. “The movie sounds good. Something light, maybe? I’m not in the mood for anything too sad or “thinky.” Kurt laughed at him.

“You graduated top of your class from law school and you don’t want anything too “thinky”?” He smiled to soften the insult and brushed past Blaine on his way to pick up his coat. Blaine grabbed Kurt’s arm and pulled him into his body.

“You know, after we watch the movie it will probably be 10 at the latest,” Blaine said suggestively. Kurt caught on, smiling coyly at him.

“Yeah. We could clean up and get ready for bed and it would be 10.30 then. That’s very late,” Kurt purred.

“I don’t have work tomorrow and neither do you. That means our bedtime is 12.30. That’s two hours of time for us to kill.” Blaine started running his hands up and down Kurt’s back, revelling in the taut muscles he could feel underneath the thin shirt he was wearing.

“Whatever shall we do?” Kurt asked, arching into Blaine’s hands.

“Trust me, I have a few ideas,” Blaine replied before kissing Kurt breathless. “See you soon?”

“Definitely.”

*

When Blaine returned to the apartment Kurt had already put the movie into the blu-ray player and had it ready to go. He’d also gotten out plates, serving spoons and their novelty light saber chopsticks that had been a present from Sam when they’d celebrated their 10th anniversary last year. He grinned at the sight of them and put the food on the coffee table in front of the couch. Kurt gave him a grateful smile when he handed him the bag of prawn crackers.

“Sorry it took so long, they have a new girl. So what movie did you get?” Blaine sat down on the couch with his loaded plate and tucked into it with the red chopsticks; he enjoyed pretending to be Darth Vader.

“The Devil Wears Prada. A tribute to Santana, if you will.” Blaine laughed at Kurt’s snark. He was 28 and still a bit of a bitch. Kurt put on the movie and for 109 glorious, Meryl-Streep-filled minutes Blaine remembered what it was like to be 16 again and cuddling with his boyfriend on the couch. They finished the food 20 minutes in and ended up curled up around each other. When the credits came on Kurt turned the blu-ray player off and switched to the tv. As soon as he did so Blaine’s arms snaked around him and pulled him into his side on the couch.

“Do you remember when we were kids and used to make out on your couch?” he whispered into his ear, smiling.

“I remember me wanting to make out and you refusing because you were terrified of my dad,” Kurt replied with a laugh, slowly turning in Blaine’s arms until they were facing each other.

“He’s a scary man, Kurt. And if I remember correctly, you wouldn’t even cuddle with me when we were at my house.” Blaine reached one of his hands up to cup Kurt’s face.

“Well none of our parents are here now,” Kurt breathed, leaning in.

“Thank god.” Blaine smiled and then they were kissing, making out on their couch like teenagers. They were shirtless by the time they pulled back for air, grinning at each other.

“Hey Blaine, do you remember our first apartment?” Kurt asked, sitting up. Blaine made a sound of protest and pulled him down again.

“You, me and Rachel? Yeah, I remember it. That was a nightmare.” It had been. Kurt and Blaine had been easing into living with each other and Rachel had thrown off their dynamic completely with her constant need for attention. The apartment had been a little too expensive so all of their money went to rent, leaving none for little luxuries like coffee or, and this had been Kurt’s breaking point, Vogue. To make it worse, college was hard and Kurt and Blaine only ever saw each other when they were tired and stressed. They’d nearly broken up in that first year of living in the apartment from hell but, after finding a smaller, cheaper place that was closer to both of their classes and far away from Rachel, they’d worked through it.

“Well, do you remember the time Rachel walked in on me blowing you on the couch?” Kurt asked, grinning. Blaine groaned and buried his face in his hands. Yes, he did remember that.

“The part that stands out to me in the memory is that you didn’t stop,” Blaine said.

“It was payback for all of the men she brought back to our apartment. Don’t you remember how awful it was?” Kurt huffed. Then he got a gleam in his eye. “You know what, baby? I never did finish giving you that blowjob.”

Blaine’s eyes widened. He hoped this was going where he thought it was.

“You never did, did you? That’s unfair, really, considering you were giving it to me for being such a good boyfriend,” Blaine drawled, sitting up and pulling Kurt with him.

“Tell me we don’t have anything to do until Sunday,” Kurt said, twisting to sink to his knees in front of Blaine.

“We don’t have anything to do at all until Sunday,” Blaine said, smiling. Kurt moaned and dragged his hands up Blaine’s thighs.

“Say it again,” Kurt ordered him. Blaine obeyed. “I am so turned on right now.” Kurt told Blaine as he worked on his belt and zipper. Blaine laughed. Five years ago this would have been deemed as a bad Friday night: sitting at home eating take out and watching old movies. But now the thought of it was the only thing that got him through the day sometimes.

“We are so fucking domestic, Kurt. Staying in to watch a movie on a Friday night without any alcohol involved at all. College us would be disappointed.” Blaine let his head tilt back until it hit the couch when he felt Kurt’s hands pulling down his pants and briefs. Kurt smiled up at him, the familiarity of the situation warming something deep inside of him. He got to be with this man. Him. He was pretty sure college Kurt would be the exact opposite of disappointed to know that they had made it.

“I don’t know, couch sex isn’t domestic is it?” He asked, leaning in to rub his face against Blaine’s crotch. Blaine’s answer was a strangled moan when Kurt wrapped his mouth around his cock and sucked. His hands found their way to Kurt’s hair and he closed his eyes. After being together 11 years, Kurt knew what he was doing. He knew what he was doing when he bobbed his head slowly up and down, sucking the whole time. He knew what he was doing when he pulled back to lick the head of Blaine’s cock thoroughly. He definitely knew what he was doing when he deep-throated Blaine and stared up at him through his lashes while he moaned around him.

Blaine’s hands tightened in Kurt’s hair and his head lifted up from the back of the couch to catch his eye. Kurt was doing enough to get him to the edge but not over it. Kurt had a plan and he knew Blaine would like it; Blaine just wished he would tell him what it was. Kurt pulled his head back to speak to Blaine.

 “Come here.” His voice was rough and god the things that did to Blaine.

“I’m already here,” he answered, voice shaking a little. Kurt tugged impatiently on his thighs until his ass was on the edge of the couch. Oh. Blaine understood now.

“Stay here and don’t move. I’ll be right back,” Kurt ordered, getting up and heading into the bedroom. Blaine quickly undressed before getting back into the position he had been in.

Blaine was breathless with excitement. It had been too long since they’d had enough time to stretch their time together out. It wasn’t that they’d fallen into a rut, just that Blaine couldn’t remember the last time they’d teased each other like this and laughed during sex. He loved what their comfort around each other meant for their relationship. When they were younger and still trying to impress each other it had seemed like laughing would have been the worst thing in the world but now…well, now sex was as much a part of their relationship as cuddling on a couch and eating Chinese and playing footsie under the table at fancy law dinners and falling asleep on each other when they’d had a long day. It was a connection to Kurt that Blaine never wanted to give up.

When Kurt returned also naked but with a bottle of lube and a condom in his hands his eyes darkened upon seeing Blaine naked and stretched out on the couch for him.

“I thought I told you not to move,” Kurt said, dropping to his knees again but still in control.

“I thought you might like the surprise, ” Blaine replied, opening his legs a little wider. Kurt’s breathing sped up in response. No matter how many times he saw Blaine naked it never failed to gain a response from him. Blaine’s body was different than it had been in high school -the chest hair was thicker, his stomach and back had gained hair and his abs had faded into a stomach with a little bit of a wibble—but Kurt found him sexier every day.

“Oh, I like it all right.” Kurt said before pressing Blaine’s legs up so he could get at his ass. He pushed the two cheeks apart before blowing lightly on the hole, just to see it clench in anticipation. Blaine moaned above him, prompting Kurt to lick around Blaine’s hole until he got the sound that he wanted. Kurt teased Blaine with his tongue, circling his hole without much pressure and lightly brushing up and down his cock with his fingers. He lightly pressed his tongue against Blaine and there it was, the cross between a gasp and a whine that meant Blaine was desperate.

Kurt grinned and then stopped teasing Blaine. He licked around his entrance before pressing his tongue into him and twisting it from side to side. He pulled back and placed a sucking kiss on the hole before grabbing Blaine’s hands and putting them against his thighs, indicating that he should hold them up so Kurt could get to him more easily. Blaine complied readily and Kurt pulled back so he could just look at him. God he was beautiful like this, flushed and sweating and so, so trusting. Kurt loved that they were still this in love after everything they’d been through. He loved that he affected Blaine like this and that even after years of learning each others’ bodies they found new ways daily to drive each other crazy.

Kurt opened the bottle of lube and drizzled it over his fingers, rubbing them to warm it up. He put the bottle to the side and moved back to Blaine’s ass, licking up before spearing his tongue in again, causing Blaine to moan loudly and rock his hips up against him. Kurt deemed the lube warm enough and slid a finger in beside his tongue, wriggling them together until his finger found the spot that made Blaine crazy. He knew he’d found it when Blaine dropped his thighs onto Kurt’s shoulders and just held onto the couch, calling out Kurt’s name whenever he pressed his finger against the nub inside of Blaine. Kurt was so glad that Blaine had kicked his habit of squeezing Kurt’s head between his thighs when he did something he particularly liked.

Kurt moved his face back before adding another finger to stop Blaine’s whines of protest and then mouthing over Blaine’s cock before sucking it into his mouth.

“God baby, please! I’m so close, I need you now,” Blaine pleaded, his eyes black when they met Kurt’s. He briefly considered torturing Blaine by continuing the slow build but Kurt was so turned on and it had been too long so he added another finger to the two already inside of Blaine and twisted and scissored them. When he was sure Blaine was ready, Kurt felt around for the condom on the floor before ripping open the packet and rolling the condom on.

He got up off  the floor, his knees protesting after kneeling for so long and climbed over Blaine on the couch. After a few minutes of shuffling they were laid out along the couch with Blaine’s legs around Kurt’s waist and their mouths meeting desperately in a kiss that was all tongue and no skill. Blaine shifted his hips up, pressing his ass against Kurt’s cock and murmuring “come on, baby” against his mouth.

Kurt seemed to get the message and lined himself up before pushing into Blaine, the slide made easier by years of frequent sex and the lube Kurt had slathered onto himself, not really looking, before he’d gotten onto the couch with Blaine. They both moaned when he bottomed out, closing their eyes and touching their foreheads together. Kurt was the first to open his eyes and he watched as Blaine’s slack-mouthed expression of pleasure scrunched up when he pulled back and thrust in again. Blaine dug his fingernails into Kurt’s back and fucked up against him and fuck it, slow and loving could wait for tomorrow morning because Kurt needed this now.

He started thrusting fast and sloppy, a pace he only used when he was close, and Blaine was meeting him thrust for thrust. Pressing every part of his body as close to Kurt as he could get. When Kurt’s hand wrapped around his cock it only took one, two pulls on it before he was coming, hard and long, head stretched back and eyes shut as Kurt jerked him through it. When Blaine came down from his high he weakly batted Kurt’s hand away from his oversensitive dick and caught his eyes.

“How close?” He asked, still rocking up so Kurt could feel him.

“S-so close. Blaine please, I just need-” Kurt cut himself off by kissing Blaine, hard and deep and coming inside of him, giving a few half-hearted thrusts as he rode out his orgasm before collapsing on top of his boyfriend.

Blaine was content to lie still for a few minutes with Kurt’s weight on top of him before it became too heavy and he had to shift him to the side. He kissed his boyfriend’s head as he came back to him, opening his eyes and grinning like he had just, well, had sex. Which he had, come to think of it.

“Domestic my ass.”

Epilogue:
Kurt looked down at Blaine’s sleeping face and smiled. It hadn’t been easy, the past 11 years. There had been parents and long-distance and then college to deal with but somehow they’d made it through and become adults somewhere along the way. Kurt had been there for Blaine when he had told his father that if he made him choose between Kurt and him that he would lose and he’d been there for the aftermath when Tony Anderson had flown up from Ohio to talk with his son and rebuild broken bridges. Blaine had been there for Kurt when he’d been rejected again and again from fashion houses and had stopped him from giving up on his dream, pushing him to apply for the internship at McQueen and then celebrating with him when he’d actually, incredibly, gotten it.

They’d done a lot in the years since college. Blaine had slowly but surely become one of the best attorneys in the New York legal scene and Kurt was responsible for overseeing the creation of the winter line from the designs from ‘upstairs’. Kurt was proud of Blaine for the man he had become and he took (rightful) pride in his own work but what he was most proud of was the home they had build together.