On The Devil's Path

13

While Kurt showered, Blaine made arrangements with the kitchen staff that their meals would be brought to them only at specific times and places. When he returned, he took his turn showering and changing, and then they decided to go out. Kurt rarely got to enjoy himself anymore, and so it was a sublime pleasure to go shopping, see a movie, and have a drink without worrying about Remy's rules or moods. He and Blaine spoke largely of nothing of consequence, but were content to hold hands in the car, sneak kisses in dark corners, and disappear as completely as they could into crowds.

Later that night, they switched from Kurt and Remy's room to Blaine's. They watched romantic comedies until the middle of the night, dozing in between rounds of snacks and heated make out sessions.

Kurt got as close to coming in his pants rubbing against Blaine's cock as he had since high school, gasping in shock and pleasure as Blaine's fingers massaged his ass and Blaine's teeth left marks down the side of his neck. He loosened the hold his leg had on Blaine's hip.

"Oh, wow, whoa, I'm," he said, panting, laughing.

Blaine grinned. "Mm, I can tell."

"These are Versace jeans. Have some respect."

"As you wish."

Blaine slid down the bed, undid Kurt's fly, fished him out of his underwear, and danced his tongue down the shaft of his cock before he could think to protest. He inhaled, a moan lurking at the back of his throat as Blaine's warm, wet mouth took him in.

They shouldn't-they really shouldn't do that without a condom. Remy had always insisted on them getting clean bills of health every three months, and Kurt hadn't had sex with Remy since his last round of blood work, but Blaine didn't know that, and how did Kurt know what Blaine got up to in his personal time-

Blaine's dark head bobbed, hungry noises breaking on the roof of his mouth as he drooled around Kurt's cock.

God, that mouth.

"Damn." Blaine released him, laughing. "You're even bigger than you look."

Kurt blushed, angled his pelvis away from Blaine's mouth, and rolled onto his back. His heart was slamming against his chest at the sight of his spit-sticky cock resting heavily on his leg. He realized no mercy was forthcoming when Blaine climbed on top of him, straddling his waist and bending down to kiss him.

"I love being with you." Blaine nipped down his jaw, all the way to his ear. "But then I get my hands on you-" He suckled at a patch of skin below Kurt's ear. "-and all I can think about is doing this."

Kurt cupped Blaine's ass and leaned up on his elbows to deepen the kiss. "We don't have all the time in the world." He dug his fingers into Blaine's back pockets. "I'm not precisely bothered by your one-track mind."

They kissed and rolled around for a while, Kurt thrilling at the feel of Blaine's jeans dragging over his naked cock and the ease with which their bodies moved together. He ended up on the bottom again, Blaine stretching his arms out above his head. They laughed together at the aggressive yet coy look on Blaine's face as Kurt yielded.

"Mm, you know what I want?" Blaine asked.

"What?"

"I know you said you almost never did, but." He breathed hot and quick over Kurt's lips. Kurt closed his eyes and savored the feel of Blaine's strong, compact body on top of his. "I would love to have you inside of me."

"Oh." Kurt unconsciously arched his hips in response. "Remy never-never wanted me like that." He slid his hands up the back of Blaine's T-shirt, finding the skin there hot and tight.