Skin On Skin

Chapter 12

The sofa was never really in contention, in fact, it didn't even get a passing look. There was only one place where they were headed and that was Kurt's bedroom. But they weren't hurried or in a panicked, frenzied rush, they just walked with steadfast purpose each taking more sips of their wine as they went, Kurt's finger's looping through Blaine's as he took the lead to guide Blaine around the furniture in the dark apartment.

They paused in Kurt's doorframe and Blaine polished off his glass, his hand starting to sway only slightly from the alcohol as he refilled both of their glasses for the last time. The bottle now empty, Kurt took it from Blaine and dropped it into the trash can that was located near his door.

Kurt moved first. He leaned in, wrapping his free hand around Blaine's waist and drew him close. "Do you know how many times over the past five months I've dreamt and fantasized about pulling your ass into my room?" he whispered heatedly into Blaine's ear.

Blaine's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating. He swung Kurt round roughly with one hand and pushed him forcefully against the wall, the shock of the movement knocking the air out of Kurt's lungs and causing him to grapple for his glass as it nearly flew straight out of his fingers. Wine slopped onto the floor and probably onto his clothes and shoes too, but Kurt didn't care, it was hot, the lust in Blaine's eyes was hot, the way his chest rose heavily was hot, fuck, everything about Blaine was hot.

"Don't worry, the feelings mutual," Blaine returned hungrily. He stepped up and pinned Kurt against the wall with his body weight, so firmly that Kurt could feel every single inch of Blaine, and he meant every single, delightful, inch.

Their eyes locked, and then, for the first time since they had reentered the apartment their lips met, the realization of what they were going to do fueling the lust that had reignited in both of them. This was not a romantic kiss that promised a long fulfilling life together, this was a kiss that only had sex in mind, a kiss that only promised a night of mind blowing fucking that was sure to leave them both wrecked by the end of it.

Blaine's hands roamed over Kurt's body as he pushed him harder against the wall. "Fuck, I want you so bad," he muttered mouthing over Kurt's neck before he found his ear and nibbled on his lobe.

Kurt giggled as Blaine found his ticklish spot. He closed his eyes and let himself go with Blaine's movements, his head swirling from the wine he had drunk. He brought his free hand up and around the back of Blaine's neck to hold him closer. Man, he wanted all of him tonight. He wanted every single last piece of Blaine and as their lips parted briefly, Kurt came to the decision that it was certainly time for them to get rid of their drinks.

He slid along the wall freeing himself from Blaine's grasp, and without another word, walked across the room to the side of his bed where he could place his glass on his bedside dresser. He signaled once with a flick of his head for Blaine to do the same.

"Oh, well, if you insist," Blaine spoke slyly.

He sauntered closer, his eyes never leaving Kurt's but he kept his glass and instead, gave Kurt a forceful shove backwards towards the bed. His knees buckled as the mattress struck the back of his legs and he went down hard. Fuck! He loved dominant I-want-to-fuck-you-senseless-Blaine. Tonight was going to be fantastic.

Kurt scooted himself over the covers that Blaine had haphazardly thrown over the bed that morning and watched Blaine take another sip of his drink. He kept the glass in his hand, smiling coyly as he knelt up onto the mattress and straddled Kurt's legs.

"Would you get rid of that glass?" Kurt asked his eyes narrowing.

Blaine looked at it innocently, "I'm not usually a person who likes to waste good wine by just gulping it down."