NOTES: Blaine and Alex attend a small gathering with some of Alex’s friends. Blaine drinks a little too much and makes a new friend, and Alex decides to use Blaine in a way he hasn’t before.
Blaine Anderson
Tears blurred his vision as he made his way home. His fingers played with the charm on his collar. It seemed strange, to bump into him in all of Paris. But then, he supposed the man knew who Blaine was and made a point of finding him, if only to make those comments. Because one of Alex’s past hook ups had found him and made it his mission to make Blaine uncomfortable. He’d asked if Alex still liked doing certain things in the bedroom and if he still liked being called ‘Daddy’. It’d made Blaine feel nauseous and he’d escaped quickly.
To his disappointment, Alex was already home when he arrived. Usually Blaine would put his things away and kneel beside his Master, greeting him lovingly and awaiting orders. But today, he stormed past him and into their bedroom. Blaine threw his bag down and kicked his shoes off angrily before climbing onto the bed and curling up, his back to the door as his tears threatened to fall.
Alexander Smythe
He didn’t even get to complete his greeting before Blaine was storming past him. He’d come home in a bad mood a time or two before but he’d still followed his routine. They’d always managed to talk about it. He didn’t follow him immediately; he put it down to Blaine needing a few minutes to get himself under control before he came out. He was entitled to that.
Fifteen minutes went by and Alex could hear no sign of Blaine moving in the bedroom. He got to his feet, closed down his laptop and went to see him. ‘So there I was, watching the clock waiting for my boy to come home and what do you know, he storms right by me?’ He remarked, leaning against the door frame. He looked over Blaine’s form and his chest tightened a little. There was nothing worse than seeing him so upset. ‘You wanna come here and tell me what’s going on?’ He prompted.
Blaine Anderson
In the time that he was alone, his tears fell and Blaine did nothing to stop them. He knew it was stupid. Alex loved him. But he still felt sick and hurt. Deep down Blaine knew it wasn’t Alex’s fault but it didn’t stop him from feeling so upset. All of his previous experiences had been unwanted. But Alex? Alex could do whatever he pleased. Blaine closed his eyes and just let his tears come.
He stayed like that until he heard the door opening, wiping his tears when he heard Alex come into the room and speak. Blaine didn’t respond to his first comment, choosing instead to simply ignore him. But the second one had him making a choked sound, almost like a bitter laugh.
“No,” he said simply, no titles, names, nothing. Just the plain and simple word.
Alexander Smythe
In that moment he was glad Blaine wasn’t looking at him because his face very obviously registered his surprise. The lack of a title was entirely uncommon; Blaine never failed to use it. The only time he didn’t was when he needed reassurance that Blaine wanted to be with him or when he asked him to say his name during sex.
He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. ‘I might have made that sound like a question but it really wasn’t one. I want you kneeling and I want you telling me what’s got you so upset immediately little one.’ He instructed, his tone taking on a harder edge.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine closed his eyes when he felt the bed sink with Alex’s weight and curled in on himself even tighter. His heart ached and he couldn’t look up at his Master. He couldn’t cope with it. And the order had his stomach clenching as his body wanted to obey. It was in his nature.
But Blaine ignored it.
“I said no,” Blaine said stubbornly, still not looking at Alex. And then he stood, moving as far away from his Master as he could, arms folded tightly over his chest. “As long as I’m still available to bend over for you, why do you care? You get to fuck me, why should you give a shit if I’m upset?”
Alexander Smythe
Growing up, he’d prided himself on being able to conceal his emotions. Time with Blaine had caused him to lose that skill because they both agreed honesty about what they were thinking and feeling was incredibly important. The hurt at Blaine’s words flashed across his face before he managed to bring himself back to the moment at hand.
‘I give a shit about why you’re upset because I love you.’ He replied easily. He didn’t move to follow him; just turned his body towards him. A year ago, this kind of behaviour might have made him lose his temper but he’d long worked past that. ‘Honestly, you could tell me you had come to the conclusion that you never wanted to have sex again, and I’d still love you, I’d still want to know why you were upset.’ He pointed out. Undoubtably, his boy was heading towards a punishment but there wouldn’t be much point in forcing it. That wouldn’t teach him anything. ‘So again, Blaine Smythe, what’s going on?’
Blaine Anderson
“Maybe I don’t want to have sex with you ever again,” Blaine snapped, stepping further back from him. “What’s going on? I don’t want to just be another notch on your bedpost, that’s what’s going on. Am I just a place holder? Do you even care?”
The tears fell once more but this time Blaine made no effort to wipe them. He sank to the floor, wrapping his arms around his knees and let out a small sob. “I met Laurent,” Blaine said harshly, not looking up at Alex. “You know, the guy you used to call ‘little one’. He had a lot to say about the stuff you used to do together. A regular hook up, right? Came from a horrible family and you wanted to make him see that not everyone was like that, apparently. And we even look the same. I’m stupid for thinking I was special. I’m just another guy in your long list of conquests.”
Alexander Smythe
He crossed his arms over his chest and he moved to stand in front of Blaine. ‘I’m not going to apologise to you for having a past. I’m not going to apologise for being a decent person to someone else who had a hard upbringing.’ He said. It was harder to remain calm now. He understood jealousy, and in the past when Blaine had felt it, he’d delighted in the opportunity to remind Blaine just how much he was loved.
He crouched down in front of Blaine and reached out to take his chin, forcing him to look up. ‘If you think for a second, that all you are to me is another in a long list of partners, then I’ve been doing something incredibly wrong in all our time together. I don’t know what Laurent said to you but frankly, I’m disappointed it was enough to erase everything that’s happened between us.’
He released his chin and stood to his feet. ‘For the record, when I knew Laurent, he bleached his hair.’ He remarked. ‘I suspect you’re not actually going to hear anything I say so I’m going to leave you here to think. When you’re ready, come and find me in the living room.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine didn't look up at Alex. When he felt the hand on his chin, he moved to push it away angrily, glaring up at him. But Alex's grip was strong and all he could do was scowl. He wasn't sure what had upset him the most, Laurent's comments or the fact they looked similar. When his chin was released again, he didn't bow his head like he usually would. Instead, he kept it raised stubbornly, glaring at Alex as he left the bedroom.
He knew he was being a brat. Alex loved him, hadn't he proved that time and time again? Blaine knew he wasn't just another conquest, just another hook up and the Master was in love with him so his words were particularly harsh. But he couldn't stop the overwhelming feeling of jealousy and bitterness. What if Alex had only sought him out because he looked like Laurent? What if that'd been the initial reason they started talking, and the feelings came after? Blaine felt sick at the thought.
After what felt like an age, he pushed himself to his feet. He knew he had to face Alex, even if he didn't want to. And he knew he'd be punished for his behaviour, severely too. Blaine didn't care. He made his way through to the living room and stood there, anger and hurt still balled up in his tiny frame, watching Alex and waiting for him to speak.
Alexander Smythe
Truthfully, he didn't know how he was supposed to respond to this. He didn't know if he should be punishing him. He couldn't blame him for being jealous but then, Blaine should have known better than to react the way he did. He should have known better than to throw everything they'd been through together aside. Despite coming to the conclusion that punishing him absolutely was the right thing to do, he wasn't quite sure how to do it. He wasn't sure if pain was the appropriate response.
His demeanour didn't seem to have changed when he finally joined him. That much was clear from the fact he didn't kneel, didn't offer any apologies. He had an idea in mind and he knew it was likely one that was going to cause Blaine to break, it was going to make him cry and he wasn't completely sure it was the right move but he thought it might be the thing to remind Blaine that his words have power. 'Clothes are a privilege and you've lost that privilege.' he began, looking over him with a cool glare. 'Take them off and come stand in front of me.' he instructed, as he produced a key from his pocket. The key to Blaine's cage.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine met Alex's eyes, expression unchanging. He was itching to obey, wanted to kneel before Alex and just beg him for forgiveness. But he was stubborn. And he was hurting. Did he love Alex? Unconditionally. He wanted to curl up and lose himself in the other man, take comfort in the fact that he'd claimed him, Blaine, and not Laurent. But the jealousy was still there, clenching and twisting around Blaine's heart so painfully he wanted to cry.
Usually when Blaine stripped for his Master, he'd fold his clothes neatly before coming before him on his knees, waiting for his next order. That didn't happen this time. Instead, Blaine simply pulled his clothes off and left them where they fell, uncaring. He watched him take the key from his pocket but kept his expression blank, standing in front of Alex with his arms folded, glaring up at him.
Alexander Smythe
If he weren’t so hurt, so angry, he might have quirked a smile at the small ways his boy tried to show his defiance. He took the cage in one hand and with deft fingers, turned the key and unlocked it. ‘There.’ He explained. ‘I would tell you you no longer have to wear your collar but society requires that. Let me be clear, I’m not revoking my claim on you because whether you believe it or not, whether you love me or not, I love you. I promised you I’d take care of you for the rest of our lives and I will.’ He explained. ‘The charm, however, that’s a specific sign of my ownership and since you obviously don’t want that, I’ll take that too.’ He decided. He could feel his own heart catch in his throat as he reached for his collar to remove the charm.
‘Your words have power Blaine and today you’ve chosen to use them to tell me you don’t want to be another one of my lovers. You’ve chosen to tell me that everything I’ve done, everything we’ve been through means nothing in the face of you meeting a former lover. You’ve chosen to assert the fact you’re not special in spite of everything. Therefore, you won’t be special.’ He continued. ‘There’s a pile of fresh sheets in the spare bedroom; you can go make up the bed. Then I want you to go to our bedroom and start packing my things. I will be moving out.’
Blaine Anderson
Whatever Blaine had been expecting, it wasn't that. But he said nothing as the cage was removed and shifted slightly, watching. But then Alex's hand came up to remove the charm from his collar and Blaine couldn't help it. He gave a quiet, choked sob as it was removed, shaking his head ever so slightly. But he didn't stop him. Blaine felt sick; surely this wasn't happening. He'd wake up any moment and this would just be a nightmare. Alex really was taking the charm from his collar? He was no longer... his? Blaine felt as though his worst fears had been confirmed, that Alex had never really wanted him to begin with. But still, he said nothing.
Blaine turned on his heel to make his way to the spare bedroom, making the bed up quickly and swallowing the bile that had risen. They were going to sleep in separate beds? Blaine couldn't remember the last time they'd done that. Probably when he was in hospital after Braxton had hurt him. But even then, they'd been in the same room, Alex there to comfort him.
Despite it being a direct order, Blaine couldn't bring himself to go into their bedroom. Instead, he sank to the floor, covered his face with his hands and began to sob quietly, his chest aching. Alex was leaving. He was really planning on moving out and Blaine would be left alone, broken.
Alexander Smythe
The noise Blaine made when he took the charm away told him he was doing the wrong thing. Or maybe this kind of reaction was what he needed. He wasn’t angry about Blaine being jealous; he wasn’t even that angry anymore about Blaine having stormed past him. He was hurt. Blaine’s words had hurt him. Maybe it wasn’t fair that he felt hurt. He knew Blaine’s life had been difficult before him and he’d always done his best to make allowances for him but it had been over a year. Knowing he was loved felt like it should be a very basic piece of knowledge.
Blaine hadn’t emerged from the spare bedroom and so he decided to join him. The sight broke his already cracking heart. ‘The sheets are on the bed. Why haven’t you gone to start packing?’ He knew why. This was the reaction he’d anticipated but seeing it had him wondering if it was really fair to be punishing him in a way Blaine wasn’t aware of.
Blaine Anderson
He didn't hear Alex join him in the spare bedroom. He was curled in a tight ball, as though to look as small as possible, face buried in his hands. But then he heard the words and jerked his head upward in surprise. He stubbornly wiped the tears, glaring up at Alex. He wanted to know why he hadn't started packing? Because he was ready to throw their life away. Clearly Blaine loved Alex more than Alex loved him.
"I'm not packing your things," Blaine was surprised at how level his voice was when he spoke, especially when disobeying a direct order. "I'll help you gather what you need if that's what you want. But I'm not packing your bags for you. You may be ready to throw me away, discard me like I'm something you've just used up, but I'm not prepared to help you do it."
Alexander Smythe
‘Well, you’ve got this all wrong.’ Alexander replied, fighting to keep his tone causal. He crossed his arms over his chest, and shrugged his shoulders. ‘This isn’t me throwing you away Blaine. This is me accepting that you’re throwing me away.’ He clarified. ‘Take a moment to think, you’re the one who stormed in here this afternoon and ignored me. You’re the one who refused to talk to me, who didn’t believe I love you.’ He reminded him. ‘I’ve spent more than a year fighting for you, trying to prove that I love you, that I want you, that I need you. And I don’t want to give up that fight but if you can believe someone else, someone so unimportant to my life now that I didn’t tell you about them, I can only assume that you don’t want to fight anymore.’
His instincts were torn; half of him wanted to take Blaine in his arms and the other half of him needed to wait until Blaine came to him. ‘I’ve always tried to tell you your words have power. That what you say to me matters. It matters when a scene is too much for you, when you want to pursue music, when you tell me you want to be with me. And it matters when you say you don’t want to sleep with me. It matters when you tell me you’re not special. It matters when you hurt me.’
Blaine Anderson
"I'm not packing your things for you," Blaine said again, voice louder than before. He hated this, hated fighting with Alex and he curled in tighter on himself, hiding his face once more. He couldn't stop the choked sobs escaping him, arms wrapped around his knees as though physically holding himself together. He felt so lost without his Master to hold him and Blaine knew he wouldn't cope if Alex really did move out. It was like his anger vanished and Blaine was broken. He uncurled himself and moved to kneel in front of Alex, at his feet, head low and his arms wrapping around his legs, begging him.
"Please don't move out," he whimpered, unable to face him. "Please. You can make me sleep in here, you can never touch me or speak to me again, you can do anything. But please don't leave me, Sir. I never want to hurt you and I'm sorry. I l-love you. Please, please don't go."
Alexander Smythe
He never wanted to prompt this kind of reaction from Blaine. He never wanted to be the reason he sobbed, or spoke the way he was. This had been the reaction he suspected but now that he had it, he felt unsure as to why he’d wanted it in the first place. With a light touch, he brushed his fingers against Blaine’s hair and down his neck. ‘I’m not leaving you Blaine. I told you, I wasn’t going to revoke my claim. I promised I would look after you and I will.’ He repeated.
He did have a point to everything he was doing, everything he was saying. He needed Blaine to understand that the thing between them was more than just loving one another. That it had never just been about rescuing him; because there were a lot of people he could have rescued. ‘I will be right here when you need me.’ He assured him. ‘I love you too Blaine but that doesn’t take away from the fact that I gave you an instruction and that I would like you to follow it.’
Blaine Anderson
For a moment, he thought things would be okay. Alex was brushing his fingers through his curls and his tone was softer. Blaine couldn't help but sob even harder, closing his eyes at the familiar gentle touches. But then Alex gave Blaine the instruction again. He still wanted him to pack his bags and he gave a choked, strangled noise, more tears rolling down his cheeks. But this time, Blaine obeyed.
He got to his feet shakily, looking up at Alex before quickly looking away. It was difficult, making his way into their bedroom and reaching for the suitcase. Hands trembled as he began to pack Alex's clothes neatly, though he was sure a few tears landed on the clothing. Blaine made sure to include the framed photograph of the two of them in front of the Eiffel Tower in the suitcase, wanting to make sure Alex had it. Blaine closed the suitcase and fell to his knees again, clutching at it as he cried, as though it would make Alex change his mind about leaving.
Alexander Smythe
All he could do was watch him. He watched as he sorted through his clothes; separating where they’d become interwoven with his own and folding them into the case. The way he so carefully packed his favourite photograph of them made his heart ache but he watched him do it and he said nothing to stop him. He watched him crumple when he was done but he still didn’t say anything. He moved towards him and gently unwound his hands from the case. ‘Good boy.’ He said softly. ‘I want you to put some clothes on; something loose fitting and comfortable. I’ll give you space for a few minutes and then I want you to come back into the spare room to help me unpack.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine let out a harsh sob when his hands were removed from the case, almost scrambling to take it back, to stop Alex from picking it up and leaving with it. The praise felt wrong because Alex was praising him for doing something that was going to break him. It'd kill him, not being with his Master and he could only sob even harder. Blaine barely heard the order but obeyed anyway; his body moved without him thinking about it and he pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt, something comfortable, and wiped his eyes.
He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and hated it, hated how the collar looked without the charm. His hand came up to it, to the empty space where the charm should be and his bottom lip trembled. But this was his fault, now he had to deal with it. After a moment, Blaine made his way into the spare bedroom, unsure as to why they were there, and got to his knees, waiting for Alex to give him his orders.
Alexander Smythe
‘I don’t want you to kneel little one. I want you to come and sit beside me. I need to talk to you.’ He explained. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and he patted the space in front of him to indicate where he wanted Blaine to sit. His suitcase remained unopened at the foot of the bed.
He waited until Blaine had done what he was told before he reached out to take his hand. He squeezed it tightly. ‘I want you to tell me what you’re thinking and feeling right now. Are you hurting?’
Blaine Anderson
The nickname had him wincing slightly. But he got to his feet and sat in front of Alex, legs crossed beneath him, playing with the ties on his sweatpants nervously. But then Alex had taken his hand and Blaine jumped slightly, looking up at him and worrying his bottom lip through his teeth.
"I don't know, Master," he said in a tiny voice, using their formal title. He wasn't sure why, it just felt like the right thing to do. "I'm... not hurting physically," he said slowly, though he knew Alex had already known. "I'm sorry... I just... I got really jealous. And Laurent was saying some really ugly things, about me and about the two of you. And h-how he used to call you 'Daddy', and you called him 'little one'. And... And how your... your father had made it known that I was a terrible slave, and everyone knew." Blaine fell silent, his eyes looking down at their hands. "I'm sorry, Master. I'm so sorry. P-Please, please don't leave."
Alexander Smythe
Gently, Alex brought Blaine’s hand up to his lips and kissed it. ‘The time to tell me all that was when you first came through the door. Or when I came into our bedroom to ask what was wrong with you.’ He explained. ‘You know I’ve had a lot of lovers; I can’t tell you about them all because so many of them were unimportant. Laurent is one of them. I’m not going to tell you lies about him; he did call me Daddy when we slept together and he came from a home much like my own, like yours. We were friends as children and he was terrified he was going to be marked as a slave. His Father was cruel, like so many Fathers are and I think he’d have been treated the way you were. He was my friend so I promised him if that happened that I would protect him. When he was marked as a Master, I was overjoyed for him. I thought he’d still feel the same way. He didn’t. He enjoyed power, like I do but he let it warp him. Or maybe he became the person he always was on the inside. Whatever happened, he stopped being someone I associated with.’ He played with Blaine’s fingers.
‘I never called him little one. You’re the only person I’ve ever called that. Partially because you’re so much smaller than me. I call you that because to me it sounds caring, loving. He called me Daddy because it was a power rush. I didn’t have a special name I called him. When you call me Daddy, it feels different.’ He broke off to let out a chuckle. ‘And honestly I never thought I would delve this much into it. But you call me that not just to turn me on. You use it when you feel at your most vulnerable. When you need me to take care of you.’ He explained, trying to summarise his thoughts.
‘This thing between you and I Blaine; it’s about more than rescuing you. It’s about more than just loving you. You’re part of me. And I think I’m the same for you. You were a whole person before you met me, albeit a little broken. So I don’t think I completed you and I don’t think you completed me. But you put solid ground under my feet. You make me feel brave. You give me direction.’ He confided, lacing their fingers together perfectly. ‘My Father thinks you’re a terrible slave and that I’m a poor excuse for a Master who fled to a freer country. But it doesn’t matter what he thinks. He doesn’t matter.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine’s bottom lip was still trembling and he looked up at Alex as he spoke. His stomach was twisting uncomfortably at the explanation. Alex playing with his fingers was certainly calming him down and he cling onto every word. Alex really hadn’t called the other man little one? Then why had he said it? Did he just want to hurt Blaine?
“I’m sorry,” Blaine whispered again, another tear leaving him and rolling silently down his cheek. “I’m so sorry... he was so horrible and the things he was saying... about how you deserved more than me, that I should just bend over n-now and let him take me, like... like I’d let my brother... I don’t know h-how he knew... He t-told me I deserved to be r-raped again...” Blaine trailed off, shifting in his position so he was a fraction closer to Alex. “P-Please, Master. Please don’t leave. You can punish me how you want but please... please don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone... I want to be yours, your boy. G-God, I’m so sorry.”
Alexander Smythe
'I'm never going to leave you Blaine. I never was going to leave you.' he assured him. 'This was me punishing you. I wanted to remind you that your words have power; all words have power.' he pointed out, 'but only if you let them. You made bad choices today; you chose to let Laurent's words have power over mine and you chose not to give power to your words when you came home. I appreciate that sometimes it's difficult for you and that's why I always try to give you multiple opportunities. But I can't force you to talk. The same way I wouldn't force you over my knee or force you to yours. You're my boy and what we share is your choice.' He withdrew his hand so he could open his arms to invite Blaine onto his lap.
'I'm sorry if you think I forced or tricked you into this. This wasn't a problem I thought a spanking would solve. This was something I needed you to feel, to understand. I know you get stuck in your head sometimes, and I know you have a lot to work through. I'm so proud of everything you've done little one. You have to know that; you make me so incredibly proud. I talk about you all the time. I know that and I feel that, but to hear you talk about me as though you're nothing to me, as though the fact that I've stood up to ever authority figure in my life for you -- That hurts Blaine.'
He caught his chin and tilted his head up so he could catch his lips in a soft kiss. 'You and I -- We're building a life together Blaine. We're making a home. I need you to hold that in your mind because Laurent isn't the last lover you're going to run into. He's not going to be the only person in my Father's circle who doesn't like you or us. You and I are a team; we're together, regardless of who likes it.' he said firmly, holding his gaze. 'And my plan is for us to unpack my stuff and reorganise it in our bedroom so you don't forget that.'
Blaine Anderson
His brow was furrowed as he thought about the response. He was never going to leave? But what about the packing, and the charm? Blaine said nothing though, listening to Alex talk. He whimpered in protest when he pulled his hand away but then he realised what he was doing and climbed into Alex's lap, wrapping his arms around him and cuddling in close. Blaine couldn't stop his tears and held his Master tightly, as though unable to believe he wasn't going anywhere. If he let go, maybe Alex would change his mind. And so he made sure his grip was unyielding.
"B-But what about my charm, Master?" Blaine asked as soon as their lips were parted. "You... You t-took away my charm and... And my cage. I don't feel owned... I don't feel special. I feel like nothing," he whispered, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand. "I'm really sorry, Sir. I didn't... I never want to hurt you and I'm so sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?" Blaine bit his lip, looking down at the suitcase and nodding slowly, uncertainly. "Are we going to rearrange our bedroom?"
Alexander Smythe
‘Your charm will go back on once our room is back in order. You’re going to go without your cage for the next few days.’ He responded, finally feeling like he was able to properly thread his fingers though Blaine’s hair. ‘Under no circumstances are you allowed to cum or touch yourself. If you wake up hard, you can take a cold shower or you can use an ice pack to cool down. I want this to serve as a more lasting reminder of today. You’re mine because I choose you and because you choose me. You’re going to choose to obey me without the assistance of a cage.’ He explained.
‘Tonight isn’t going to be about you making anything up to me. The only thing that you can do to do that is to keep working on yourself, keep talking. Tonight is going to be about you and I working together; and me doing anything I can to reassure you that you belong to me, that I want you and only you to wear my collar.’ He smiled, leaning in to kiss him a second time.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine nodded to show he understood. His hand hovered over his collar, still hating how empty it felt without anything there. But he didn't say anything more about the subject. The hands in his curls had him closing his eyes for a moment, a content sigh escaping him. He regretted his actions, regretted lashing out at Alex the way he had. But he was only human and he couldn't be perfect all the time. Alex knew that.
"Okay," he said softly, smiling against his lips when they kissed, bringing his hand up to cup his face delicately. "Do... Do you want to go and sort out room out, Sir? I don't mind unpacking everything and putting it all away for you." Blaine shifted a little closer to Alex, so he was more on his lap and hid his face in the crook of his neck, pressing himself closer to him. "I love you. I'm so sorry for the way I acted."
Alexander Smythe
‘I love you too. Always Blaine.’ He echoed the sentiment and tightened his arms around his waist. ‘I forgive you, for the things you said, for the way you acted. He breathed in deeply; his nose filling with a scent that was decidedly Blaine. ‘You make this very difficult sometimes.’ He breathed. ‘Not the being together part. The following through on punishments. Because honestly all I want to do right now is kiss you, because I don’t want you to spend another second like you aren’t owned and loved. But it wouldn’t be fair to do that knowing how much you want your charm, and I won’t return that until we put our room right.’
He gave his rear a light pat. ‘You’re not doing it by yourself because that defeats the point of it. We’re doing it together because we’re in all of this together. This is just a very small representation of the life we’re creating, of one of the more obvious ways our beings and our belongings intertwine.’
Blaine Anderson
Hearing that Alex forgave him brought Blaine a sense of relief he hadn't known he needed. It was like his body relaxed; he was no longer tense and he sagged a little in Alex's arms, sighing quietly. Being here, in his arms like this, knowing he was forgiven? That was all Blaine needed. The slight smack to his ass had him grinning a little and he slowly pulled back so he could see Alex's face. Blaine brought a hand up, tracing the shape of his lips delicately before nodding.
"A new life together," he said in a soft, almost dreamy voice before pulling himself away completely and getting to his feet, helping Alex do so. "After we do that, can we have lots of cuddles? I feel like I never want to let you go after today."
Alexander Smythe
‘I mean cuddles could be on the table but I think you picked those pants knowing how much I like you in sweats so I might not be in the middle for cuddling when we’re done.’ He teased. Teasing was normal and he wanted them to get back to normal. He knew Blaine hated to be anything less than perfect and that accepting making mistakes wouldn’t make Alexander hate or hurt him was sometimes an uphill battle; accepting his apology and immediately moving on seemed like the best way to reassure him they really were okay.
He laced their fingers together and picked up the suitcase with his other hand; leading his boy through to the bedroom they shared. ‘We should redecorate in here shouldn’t we?’ He asked, tossing the case on the bed. ‘The place was mostly kitted out when we moved in and I know we’ve added touches of ourselves but this space really should be all us.’ He mused, mind already running with all the things he wanted.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine's cheeks flushed a little at the words and he grinned up at Alex, shifting a little. "That wasn't my intention, Sir, but you know I have absolutely no issue with what you would be in the mood for," he said before following Alex through to the bedroom. Their bedroom. The thought of redecorating had Blaine's eyes lighting up and he immediately turned to Alex, practically bouncing on his feet.
"Yes, Sir, we should redecorate!" His excitement was plain to see and he couldn't stop himself from grinning. "I love looking through interior design websites as it is, so I'd love to help redecorate our bedroom! We can have something really cute and cosy. Oh, and fairy lights! We need string lights to make it even more cosy. This is our safe space and we should make it look amazing!"
Alexander Smythe
He wrapped his arms around Blaine’s waist and pulled his back against his chest so he could growl a whisper against his ear. ‘I think it absolutely was your intention my pretty tease.’ He nipped at his love playfully as though to punctuate the sentence.
He kept him close as he babbled excitedly about what he planned to do. ‘Don’t forget this is also the place I spank you til you’re bruised and fuck your mouth until you’re choking. I’m not sure cute and cosy is quite the right theme.’ He laughed, shaking his head fondly.
Blaine Anderson
"Yes, I know that we do that here as well, but it should definitely be cosy! Just imagine coming home after a long day and seeing how sweet and comfortable our bedroom looks. I'm going to make a Pinterest board and we're going to have the best room ever, Sir! And you can still spank me until I'm bruised and choke me with your cock, it'll just be even more our room than it is now!"
Blaine grinned at Alex and took the suitcase from him, opening it and setting the photo of the two of them back on the bedside table carefully, staring at it for a moment before looking away. He slowly began to put Alex's clothes away, biting his lip and smiling to himself at the thought of just how much he loved his Master, carefully setting his shirts on hangers and putting them next to his own in the wardrobe.
Alexander Smythe
He worked alongside Blaine; sneaking his hands to touch him in some way at every presented opportunity. Somehow Blaine always managed to quiet his mind, make him feel calm and after the day he’d had followed by such an intense afternoon, he definitely needed that comfort. He wondered if this was enough aftercare for Blaine, if the point he was trying to make was really sinking in but before he could really start to overthink, he forced himself back into the moment.
He was paying particular attention to the way they moved together and he noticed for the first time just how fluid they were. On more than one occasion he caught Blaine looking at him when he turned his head to check on him. More than words, that reminded him of how much Blaine cared, how much he loved him. When the suitcase was empty, he slid it back onto the top shelf and turned to give Blaine a smile. ‘I feel like I’m making you do a lot of undressing and redressing.’ He laughed. ‘You can lose those clothes now and come kneel in front of me.’
Blaine Anderson
It didn't take long for them to sort Alex's belongings and in no time at all, the suitcase was being put away again. The words had him smiling but Blaine was taking his clothes off quickly, folding them and putting them aside before dropping to his knees in front of his Master, head tilted upwards so he could watch him.
"You know I don't mind getting undressed for you, Sir," he said with a grin, sitting up a little straighter. "Especially as I spend most of my time at home naked anyway. It's always flattering to know this is how you like me best."
Alexander Smythe
‘Giving you this is my choice. It’s not something I have to do Blaine. If you were just a boy I wanted to save, I would have given you a collar and a bed to sleep in. I wouldn’t have punched that bastard in the nose. I wouldn’t have stood up to your Dad, to mine. I want you to try to hold that in your mind. Let this anchor you when the outside world starts putting pressure on our bubble.’ He could get rambly and flowery with his language; he knew it and he stopped himself before he could get any more verbose. He returned the charm to Blaine’s collar and felt his shoulders lighten. He looked normal again, everything felt as it should be.
Blaine Anderson
Suddenly the teasing was gone and Alex had the charm in his hands again. He swallowed as he listened to him, nodding obediently. He'd known, deep down, that he was more than just a hook up, more than someone who needed saving. They loved each other and Blaine let his jealousy get the better of him. But then the charm was on his collar again, resting at the base of his throat, and Blaine relaxed, his hand coming up to touch it immediately. "Thank you, Master," he said softy, smiling up at him. "Thank you. I'll... I'll do my best to remember that. I know things aren't always easy and sometimes I forget... But I promise to try. I love you."
Alexander Smythe
‘I love you too.’ He smiled, cupping Blaine’s cheeks between his hands and leaning down to kiss him. ‘And I know what happened today with Laurent hurt you. I understand if that’s not a name you want to call me for a while or at all. I won’t hold that against you sweetheart.’
He reached to take his hands and drew him to his feet. ‘Come on, I definitely promised you cuddles and our bed is decidedly empty.’ He informed him.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine couldn't help but smile against Alex's lips and he leaned a little closer, not wanting to let go. But then they were apart and Laurent was brought up again, making Blaine wrinkle his nose a little. "I like calling you Daddy," he said after a moment. "I don't want an irrelevant person to ruin that. I like how hard it makes you, or how safe you make me feel when you call me 'little one'. I don't want it to change."
He was pulled to his feet then and immediately wrapped his arms around Alex's middle, cuddling into him and nodding at the words. But he didn't pull away as he moved towards the bed, choosing to pull Alex along with him and letting them collapse onto the bed together, giggling a little. "You did promise me cuddles and I expect you to deliver, Daddy."
Alexaner Smythe
‘Impossible. Little. Tease.’ He groaned, punctuating each word with a firm kiss. He shifted so that Blaine was pinned beneath him and he could completely surround him; careful to keep his weight on his hands so as not to crush him.
Truthfully, he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was about that title that drove him so mad. It always had but nothing got him going quite like the way it dropped from Blaine’s lips. ‘Say it again.’ He instructed, only a breath away from kissing him again.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine laughed again quietly at the words. He loved the effect he had on his Master and raised an eyebrow, waiting. But then they were moving and Alex was on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. Blaine grinned up at him, moving to sit up on his elbows so they were closer together.
"Daddy," he said softly, not closing the gap between them. His teeth sunk into his lower lip and he let one of his arms come up, resting on Alex's cheek. "Daddy. I'm yours, Daddy. I promise."
Alexaner Smythe
He didn't know why exactly this had always been such a turn-on for him; he didn't want to delve too deep into the root cause because he could only assume it came from his own Daddy issues somehow. The way the title dripped from Blaine's lips; whispered, repeated, breathy -- it went straight to his cock. 'I love seeing you like this.' he confessed, eyes fixated on the way his teeth bit his lip. 'You fucking know exactly what you're doing, what you want and you're playing me to get it.' he grinned. 'You wouldn't have done this a year and a half ago.'
He wanted to kiss him; his brain was spinning with thoughts of it. He was in two minds however; there was a dark part of him, a part of himself he was still a little frightened of, that wanted to be rough with Blaine. That wanted to push him to his limits and maybe just a little beyond them. He had a primal need to own him, to show Blaine he belonged. The other part of him suspected Blaine might need something a little sweeter, softer. He was still learning what the best response to him was in situations like this and so all he could do was ask. 'What do you need from me tonight little one? What do you want to feel?' he asked.
Blaine Anderson
“A year and a half ago, I didn’t even I had a ‘Daddy kink’. I feel like you’ve corrupted me, Daddy.” He shifted beneath him, aware that he was completely naked and vulnerable for him. He leaned up, not quite close enough to kiss Alex but enough that he could feel his breath.
What did he need? He wasn’t sure. Blaine knew he wasn’t allowed to cum, Alex has made that clear. But he didn’t care about that. He wanted his Master, his Daddy to show him he was owned. That he was completely his. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” he said in a low voice.
“I... I don’t want you to be ‘Alex’ tonight. I just want you to be my Master, my Daddy, and I want you to show me that I’m yours. Please, please, Daddy.”
Alexander Smythe
'I don't want to be gentle with you tonight.' he confessed, a smirk falling into place as Blaine's desires lined up so perfectly with his own. 'You're my pretty slut and you deserve to be used as such.' He put careful emphasis on the possessive pronoun; the clarification felt important. Blaine could be deliciously needy and desperate; a slut by some standards but he was only ever Alex's. That wasn't something anyone else was allowed to call him.
'You're not allowed to cum Blaine; and I'm not giving you any toys to help you with that. I expect you to speak up if anything becomes too much and you need to take a minute to get in control of yourself.' he explained before he shifted to the side. 'Get on your knees, take my pants off and start using that pretty mouth for what it's made for.' he instructed, the tone of his voice changing. It wouldn't take much for Blaine to get him hard; their closeness, the title and just thinking about what he could do to him was already starting to get him there.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine groaned at Alex’s words and nodded at him, his cheeks flushing a little when he was called a slut. There was something about the name calling and the humiliation that Blaine adored. And he loved it when Alex was rough with him, used him for his own. Blaine nodded - he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to cum and he was a little nervous about not having anything to help him stop. But he trusted himself.
At the order, Blaine moved and dropped to his knees in front of the bed, in front of Alex and unbuttoned his pants. It was easy for him to yank them down, exposing him and he leaned forwards to lick a stripe up his length, working to get him hard with his mouth.
Alexaner Smythe
There was nothing better than the feeling of growing hard inside the wet heat of Blaine's mouth. He was of the opinion that his boy looked his prettiest when he had his lips stretched around a cock, his cock specifically, and he'd always made a point of sharing that particular titbit at any party they attended just to watch Blaine squirm with a mixture of embarrassment and pride.
His hands twisted in his hair; a tight grip that would allow him to move Blaine's head as he pleased. With one hand at the back of his head, he pressed deep into his mouth until the head of his cock was more than nudging the back of his throat. 'New rule,' he said, speaking relatively slowly as he made Blaine hold him there. 'I'm going to make you choke on my cock every morning before I kiss you sweetly. When you walk out the door I want you to walk out with the memory of me bruising your throat before making your lips tingle.' he explained. 'Perhaps that feeling will help arm you against anyone who might try to make you believe you're not my whole world.' He lingered a few seconds more, knowing Blaine could breathe through his nose, before he inched back to give him some relief.
Blaine Anderson
He hadn’t been expecting the hands in his curls, twisting somewhat painfully until he moved, cock down to the back of his throat. He choked a little but relaxed, breathing through his nose and looking up at Alex, listening. All he could do was groan around him in agreement. That would be amazing, he had to admit and Blaine loved having Alex fuck his throat. So for it to happen every morning? That would be amazing.
Alex moved back a little and Blaine could breath properly again. But he moved his head forwards, eager to take more of him and make him feel good. Blaine’s hands twitched, eager to put them on his Master but he resisted. Right now it was about Alex using him how he pleased, just as it always should be.
NOTES: Blaine and Alex attend a small gathering with some of Alex’s friends. Blaine drinks a little too much and makes a new friend, and Alex decides to use Blaine in a way he hasn’t before.
Blaine Anderson
Alcohol had always been something of a mystery to Blaine. He'd never been allowed to drink it before Wellington, and if he had, he was sure he'd be beaten. And while he was at Wellington, he didn't touch any either, mainly due to Braxton. The only opportunity he'd really had was a glass of wine at the headmaster's party, but he'd spent most of the time at his brother's mercy and didn't have time for something as simple as drinking. So when Alex had suggested they go to a small gathering, not unlike a party, with some friends of his, Blaine wasn't really expecting to drink.
They spent most of their night with a claimed pair, Master Olivier and his slave, Gabriel (who everyone referred to as 'Pet'). Blaine had liked them immediately. They reminded him of himself and Alex in their love for one another. It was clear how much they cared and their relationship was wonderful. Blaine had immediately gotten along wth Gabriel, especially when he was told he could refer to him by his actual name rather than 'Pet', and they'd spent most of the evening kneeling at their Masters' feet, talking enthusiastically about the newest Star Wars movie and what it could involve.
The drinks had flowed nicely and Blaine's words were becoming more and more slurred by the minute. It wasn't until they were in the car back to their apartment that Blaine realised he wasn't sober and there was definitely some alcohol in his system. He pressed close to Alex as their driver took them home, letting his fingers dance over his jaw. But he didn't speak, not until they were at the door to their home, Blaine stumbling inside and giving a snort of laughter, leaning against the wall.
"I think Gabriel gave me a little too much to drink," Blaine said to his Master, grinning at him. "Because I can't walk in a straight line, Sir. And all I want to do right now is get on my knees and suck your cock. But I'm unsteady and wobbly. It's like my legs are rubber or something." Blaine was hardly aware of his rambling, running a hand through his loose curls and grinning again. "We should get pizza!"
Alexander Smythe
He had been looking forward to introducing Blaine to Olivier and pet for weeks. He and the other Master had grown up together, had a secret promise to claim the other if one ended up a slave and he was the closest person to him. They’d gone their separate ways as young adults with Alex opting to travel and Olivier heading straight into school. Truth be told, seeing how happy Olivier and pet were had been one of the driving forces behind his own enrolment and now that they were back in the same city on a permanent basis, he wanted to show Blaine off.
He hadn’t monitored his alcohol intake; engrossed in his friend, and content to leave Blaine talking away with pet after he’d seen them gel so quickly. However, he was regretting that decision slightly now. Blaine was clearly drunk and while it didn’t bother him, he didn’t want him to wake up feeling sick tomorrow. ‘Are you suggesting you don’t always want to get on your knees and suck my cock when you’re sober?’ He asked, a teasing lilt in his tone.
He wrapped his arm around him and guided him through to the sitting area where he helped him plop down on the couch. ‘Blaine, you can’t be hungry. We just ate so much food at Oli’s house.’ He pointed out, threading his fingers through curls that had long come loose. ‘You’re clearly too buzzed to go to bed yet.’ He hummed. ‘We’ll stay up if you want; watch a movie or something.’ He suggested. ‘Pet spilled red wine on my trousers earlier so let me go shower the stickiness away and then we can curl up, get some water into you yeah?’
Blaine Anderson
"I always want to be on my knees with your cock in my mouth, Alex. I'd be a cock warmer for you if you asked," Blaine grinned at his Master, giggling as he was guided through and sat down on the couch, leaning back against it immediately. "You ate so much food at Sir Olivier's house," He corrected with a grin. "I drank whatever Gabriel gave me and spoke to him about the upcoming Star Wars movie!" He hummed happily at the touches to his hair, sitting up a little straighter so he could be close to Alex.
"Okay, okay, we can watch a movie and then you can cuddle me and I'll try my best not to accidentally start sucking your dick," Blaine said with another drunken giggle, watching as Alex straightened up and gestured to his pants, wrinkling his nose. "I'm glad you didn't let him clean you, that area of your body is mine," he mumbled, a hint of possessiveness to his voice. But it was gone as suddenly as it came and Blaine grinned up at him. "Okay, Sir, if you shower I'll find a movie for us to watch. And I'll get a drink of water!"
Alexander Smythe
‘Is that so? I think you’d look quite pretty kneeling with your mouth ajar and my cock on your tongue. Perhaps I’ll have you do that at our next dinner party.’ He suggested entirely seriously. ‘Mm, I seem to recall a certain someone having a fondness for all the bread and cheese on offer. pet knows how to serve a French dinner.’ He remarked, reaching out to brush his fingers against Blaine’s stomach.
He shook his head fondly when Blaine talked about accidentally sucking his cock. He was an out and out slut for him and the drunkenness only seemed to magnify that, as well as giving him a dirty mouth.‘‘So I suppose you’re not interested to know that Olivier and pet want to play with us sometime, my possessive boy?’ He asked, arching a brow curiously. That side of Blaine came out so rarely and it always both amused and aroused him when it did. ‘Good boy.’ He praised softly, kissing his hair with a fond smile. ‘I’ll be right back.’
Blaine Anderson
"I don't think you would be able to stop yourself getting hard," Blaine shot back, grinning at him and nodding. "I'd be more than happy to let you use me as your cockwarmer. My body is yours, remember? I'm your property." He let out a laugh, sitting up to kiss Alex's jaw gently before flopping back on the sofa. Olivier and Gabriel wanted to play with them? That was unexpected and it had him frowning a little. "Wait, they want to play? But you're mine," Blaine said with a pout. "You're my Master and I'm your slave."
Blaine didn't dwell on it though, smiling when he was praised and his head was kissed. He watched Alex leave and heaved a sigh, sitting back on the couch. For a while, he simply sat and looked around their lounge contently. It was their home and he was incredibly proud that they'd managed a relatively normal life together. But Blaine was growing bored and he got to his feet, shuffling through to the kitchen and rummaging the cupboards. In the end, he ended up taking the last three cookies in the jar, as well as an apple, and moved back through to the lounge, tugging his pants off and settling back down on the sofa to wait for his Master, nibbling on the final cookie as he did so.
Alexander Smythe
He thought about pushing the idea of inviting more people into their bubble on a short term basis but knew that it wasn’t a topic that could be properly discussed when Blaine’s judgement was impaired the way it was. He headed to the shower, finishing off quickly and dressed in a pair of light grey sweatpants before heading back out to Blaine.
‘What are you eating?’ He asked, watching Blaine wipe something away from his mouth. He knew drunk equalled hungry but he also knew eating too much when he was drunk would definitely make him throw up; which was definitely something he wanted to avoid. ‘Did you get water?’ He continued, making his way into the kitchen. He filled two pint glasses with water and after a beat, pulled the cookie jar down deciding if he was denying Blaine pizza, the least he could do was give him something as a treat.
‘Blaine, did you eat the last of the cookies?’ He called out, moving to stand in the doorway between the two rooms, empty jar in hand.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine said nothing at the question, simply grinning at Alex as he walked past. He made himself comfortable on the couch, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "No water yet, Sir," Blaine told him, huffing as he waited impatiently for his Master to come back so they could cuddle.
Then Alex appeared, empty cookie jar in his hands and Blaine looked up at him, eyes wide when he realised Alex knew he'd eaten the last of the cookies. He didn't say anything, but knew deep down his reaction gave him away. "Maybe..." Blaine said slowly. "Would I be in trouble if I did?"
Alexander Smythe
‘Not in trouble per say but I thought I was pretty clear about what you were supposed to do while I was in the shower. I also thought I was pretty clear on the fact that we’ve both had enough bad food for the evening.’ He pointed out, setting the empty jar on the counter.
He couldn’t really be mad. He’d been in Blaine’s state many times himself and he knew Blaine currently didn’t have total control over his actions. He joined him in the living room and handed the glass of water over. ‘Drink up sweetheart. Your head will thank me in the morning.’
Blaine Anderson
"But I did that as well, Sir!" Blaine said, grinning drunkenly at Alex and reaching his hands up, as though to urge him closer. When he'd crossed the room Blaine's face lit up but his smile fell when he simply handed him the glass of water first. He wrinkled his nose and took a sip of the water before curling against Alex.
"I'll go out and buy you a whole box of cookies tomorrow, Sir," Blaine said softly, resting his head on his lap and sighing happily. "Is this what being drunk is like for everyone? I just have the feeling that I'm not the one in control of my body. My arms feel really heavy and it's weird, you know?"
Alexander Smythe
He trailed his fingertips down Blaine’s arm, over his side and a content smile crossed his face as he settled against his lap. ‘A whole box? Are you sure you won’t eat them all on the way home?’ He teased fondly. ‘Mm, I don’t think anyone does drunk like you sweetheart. The not feeling in total control is completely normal. I really should have monitored what you were drinking more carefully but you seemed to be so engrossed I hated to interrupt you for anything.’ He confessed.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine shivered beneath the light touch and pressed himself a little closer to his Master. "I won't eat them on the way home! I couldn't eat a whole box, I don't eat that much." He pouted a little, hand moving down to poke at his stomach, frowning. "You're not mad at me for drinking are you, Sir? I've never really had alcohol before. And I've never been drunk. I kind of just want to sleep forever now."
Alexander Smythe
‘I’m teasing Blaine.’ He laughed, shaking his head. ‘Although I do like your cute little tummy.’ He remarked, his hand following Blaine’s to press against his stomach. He leaned down and kissed him soundly. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you in the slightest. Olivier and pet are important to me and all that mattered to me tonight was that you have them a chance and you did that. The fact you got along so well is a bonus. If I didn’t want you drinking, I would have told you as much.’ He said firmly. ‘pet actually asked me before he gave you anything. He knows I have a strict rule about sex and alcohol and he didn’t want to infringe upon any plans I might have for you later.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine only pouted again when Alex's hand moved to his stomach. Did he have a tummy? Huh. He wasn't sure if he liked that thought but said nothing for the time being. He tilted his head sideways, curious. "No drunk sex?" Blaine questioned. "Cooper once told me drunk sex is the best sex. I disagree, Alex sex is the best." Blaine grinned and leaned closer to Alex, knowing he would be awake much longer. "I loooove you," he said in a sing-song voice.
Alexander Smythe
‘No drunk sex.’ He’d always been firm about that rule. He dabbled in too much kink, was too much of a sadist to ever let himself play when his brain was impaired by alcohol. He didn’t mind a little fooling around if they were both tipsy, but only when he knew he could kept some element of control over himself. ‘Is that so; Alex sex?’ He shocked his head with a laugh. ‘I think you should tell your very handsome brother that; see what he thinks.’ He returned to petting through Blaine’s soft curls, looking down at him with a soft expression. ‘I love you too little one.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine nodded when he mentioned Alex sex, a huge grin on his face. It was true that having sex with Alex was his favourite and he moved to cuddle in closer to him, sipping at his water again. But then Alex called his brother handsome and Blaine moved so quickly, he slopped water down his front.
"Cooper is not handsome,” he protested, frowning at Alex. His possessiveness had appeared again and he looked upset. "I haven't spoken to any of my family since last year. Including Cooper. It's like I don't exist to them anymore. No one wants to know the slave of the family." There was a definite hint of bitterness in his tone and ducked his head, ashamed.
Alexander Smythe
He was torn because honestly he enjoyed the little spark of possessiveness Blaine showed towards him on occasion but he hated that he had inadvertently upset him to cause it. ‘You’re not part of their family remember? You’re part of mine. You and me; and I’m very interested in knowing everything there is to know about you.’ He soothed, stroking through his curls.
His fingers hooked in the new soaked t-shirt Blaine was wearing and he gently lifted it over his head. ‘That was insensitive of me little one. I’m sorry.’ He apologised genuinely. ‘Would you like free reign to remind me that I belong to you as much as you belong to me?’ He suggested, hoping physicality would comfort and reassure Blaine as much as pretty words.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine wrinkled his nose at the reminder. He wasn't an Anderson anymore and he couldn't deny that he loved it, loved knowing he completely belonged to the other. But, there was still that feeling of loss. His family had never exactly been loving, but Blaine knew deep down, there was still the little boy who tried so hard to please them, who worked hard in school and kept perfect grades hoping to impress them, hoping for something to let him know they cared. But it never came and instead, he had Braxton to deal with.
"I miss my mom," he admitted quietly, rubbing at his eyes. "Not my father's wife. But the slave who... who gave birth to me. She was always so kind and gentle and I never really understood why. She'd sneak me chocolate when she came to clean my room, or she'd put an extra spoonful of food on my plate when no one else was looking." Blaine sighed, looking up at Alex and moving closer to him again, curling into him. "It's okay," he said quietly, the familiar term of 'little one' relaxing him. "You said no drunk sex so I know that's off the table. Can we just cuddle? I need to know you're here, to look after me."
Alexander Smythe
He hated that there was nothing he could do to reunite Blaine with his Mom. He’d quietly inquired about her; through friends, curious if she’d even come up to be resold and this far, Anderson still seemed pretty attached to her. He pulled his boy back into his chest and cradled him tightly. ‘We can cuddle for as long as you need little one.’ He promised, laying back across the couch and pulling Blaine down with him. ‘I should clarify by saying no kinky sex when you’ve been drinking.’ He clarified, pressing his lips against Blaine’s shoulder. ‘I’m sorry I can’t fix this problem for you.’
Blaine Anderson
Alex's arms around him felt wonderful and Blaine let himself be pulled closer. He felt safe with his Master like this, like nothing could ever touch him and he let out a little sigh, tightening his own grip on him happily. "No kinky sex? Does that mean I still get sex?" Blaine asked with a laugh, though he knew it was unlikely, especially with how much he'd been drinking. "You can't fix all of my problems, Sir. Although I think you've done a pretty good job at helping me with most of them. I can't ever thank you enough for that."
Alexander Smythe
‘Not this time round. You’re a little too inebriated for anything. But I’m not gonna prevent you from drinking in future. Hopefully you’ll remember it turns you into a needy slut, and you’ll pace yourself a little more so we can fool around.’ He teased, whispering the word slut against his ear just for the sake of teasing him. ‘Logically I know I can’t but logic doesn’t stop me from wanting to. You don’t have to thank me for this, not ever. You’re mine. I enjoy taking care of you.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine pouted at Alex but he didn't push it. Truthfully he was thankful his Master knew he was a little too drunk right now and he loved him for it. But he couldn't stop the low groan at the whisper and shivered, leaning up to kiss him gently, happily. "I love that you want to," he said. "But you can't. I just get a little sad when I think about her sometimes but there's nothing we can do about it. I'm going to thank you every day of my life and you can't stop me," Blaine said with a grin, moving so he was sat up again, rubbing his eyes slowly. "Can we lay in bed and cuddle? It doesn't work very well on the sofa and now I'm wearing too many clothes. I wanna be naked."
Alexander Smythe
He still hated the fact that this was an issue he couldn’t solve. He knew there would have to be times when Blaine felt sad but he didn’t have to like it. ‘I could always gag you indefinitely so you couldn’t talk.’ He remarked, shifting to sit up again. ‘You are very clothed for being in our apartment; normally you strip as soon as we get in.’ He laughed. ‘Get your clothes off Blaine; then you can crawl to the bedroom.’ He instructed. He didn’t think he was too drunk for that and he hoped an order, some obvious show of submission would ease his upset mind.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine pouted again but knew neither of them cared about him being gagged - and Alex would never stop him from talking, he knew that. They'd worked hard to get to this point, after all. The order had Blaine smiling immediately and he got up, pulling off his clothes and throwing them into the laundry bin. With a gentle kiss to his Master, Blaine got down onto his knees and crawled into the bedroom, though his actions were a little sloppy. He stopped by the side of the bed and stayed kneeling, waiting for Alex to come through.
Alexander Smythe
He watched Blaine crawl; an evident sway that he put down to the alcohol. He stripped slowly, giving Blaine a show before coming to stand in front of him. ‘Open the top drawer in the dresser and take out a condom for me little one.’ He requested, stroking his fingers down Blaine’s cheek. ‘Open it up and then hand it over to me.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine watched Alex stripping, groaning a little as he did so. He could feel his cock growing interested at the sight but barely reacted, simply leaning in closer to Alex's touch and smiling a little at the request. "Yes, Master," he said softly, moving to do what he was told, opening the condom and handing it to Alex without a word. He didn't quite understand what was happening or why it was, but he knew now to question it and returned to his original position, waiting.
Alexander Smythe
He pinched the tip of the latex and rolled it down over his length. It was the first they’d ever done this but it had been something that fascinated him. Blaine had even brought it up recently and while he didn’t class this as a punishment; he hoped it would serve as a reminder to Blaine to remain in control of his alcohol consumption. ‘You’re going to be my cockwarmer tonight.’ He explained. ‘I have an essay to write; you’re going to lay between my legs with my cock on your tongue while I do. You’re not to lick or touch me. Just hold me in your mouth.’ He explained. ‘This isn’t a punishment so I don’t want you to think of it as that. Rather think of this as a reminder that your actions, your decisions have consequences. Yours is that you don’t get my cock little one.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine sat up a little when he was told he'd be used as a cock warmer, though his face fell as Alex continued to explain. "I can't touch you?" He asked, almost sadly, glancing down at where the condom had been rolled on. "And you're wearing a condom so I can't even taste you? I thought you were going to use my ass as a cockwarmer or something, Master." Blaine pouted a little at him, shifting on his knees. Was he disappointed? Definitely, because there was nothing he loved more than serving his Master. But Alex was right - his actions had consequences and because he'd drank too much, he wasn't allowed his Master's cock. "Yes, Master. Where do you want me to kneel?"
Alexander Smythe
He walked towards his desk, and pulled out the chair; gesturing to the space underneath. It was high enough that Blaine wouldn’t be hideously hunched over; definitely big enough that he wouldn’t feel claustrophobic. ‘You can slot yourself in there little one.’ He grinned. ‘Make yourself nice and comfortable. He teased, knowing he would be anything but if only because he couldn’t have what he really wanted.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine pointed at Alex but nodded regardless, crawling over to the desk. He settled himself down underneath it, on his knees and waited for his Master. When Alex was settled he leaned forwards a little, taking him in his mouth and looking up, frowning when he realised he couldn't even see his face. Instead all Blaine could do was sit there, obedient, and wait.
Alexander Smythe
This was something he’d always been intensely curious about; and it had been talking to Olivier this evening that had really cemented the idea of trying it in his head. He wasn’t sure what enjoyment could be derived from it but Olivier had told him he was an idiot who needed to expand his mind. What had really sold him in the idea was the other Master swearing that pet got a great deal of pleasure from it too. He held back a groan when he first felt the wet heat of Blaine’s mouth envelope him; but he quickly relaxed at the familiarity and began to work on his assignment.
In all honesty, he knew he wouldn’t get it finished but it had seemed like the perfect excuse to use Blaine like this. He worked away, typing quickly; occasionally reaching his hand under the desk to brush against Blaine’s cheek. After an hour and a half, he closed his laptop screen down. ‘I think I’m finished for the night.’ He announced before slowly pushing his chair back and pulling his cock from Blaine’s lips. ‘Are you okay little one?’
Blaine Anderson
Alex groaning had Blaine mirroring it, letting out a low moan himself. But nothing else happened and Blaine heard typing at the laptop and knew this was how his evening was going to go. His own length grew harder the longer he lay there and every touch to his cheek had a little moan leaving him. His jaw was aching a little and it felt like forever when Alex pulled out of his mouth, looking up at him. He nodded at the question, glancing down at his aching length and shifted closer, so he was out from beneath the desk and in front of Alex.
"Yes, Master," he said softly, head bowed submissively. "Did you manage to get some work done, or do you need me to stay longer beneath the desk?"
Alexander Smythe
‘I got my work done.’ He answered, crouching down to press his fingers lightly against Blaine’s jaw. It was almost a massaging motion because he could only imagine how much he must be aching right now. ‘I think it’s late now. You and I ought to get some rest.’
NOTES: It’s the morning after their intense scene and Alex wants to make sure Blaine is okay. Blaine is eager for Alex to milk him, as he’d said before.
Blaine Anderson
The previous day had been intense and even when he woke up, Blaine was still aching but it was in the best way possible. They had both fallen asleep on the couch in the middle of their Star Wars movie marathon and Blaine had been the first to wake. He'd set about cooking breakfast for himself and his Master, knowing that Alex still needed some comfort and some aftercare. He'd never seen Alex like that, but they were going to get through it together. Blaine knew they could. They loved each other.
In no time at all, he'd returned to the living room and gently woken Alex up, guiding him to the dining table to present him with the breakfast he'd made, putting helpings of everything on his place and sitting beside him. Blaine began to eat as well, sipping at his tea and getting comfortable. They had spoken briefly about milking Blaine so he knew he needed to eat as much as he could and keep his energy up. Blaine sat cross legged on the chair, Alex's hoodie falling down to his knees, and ate slowly. Their conversation was light, simple and Blaine was happy just to spend time with his Master, the man he loved.
"How are you feeling today, Sir?" Blaine asked as he finished his pancakes, sipping at his tea again. "I didn't want to bring it up, but I thought I'd better, just in case there's anything I could do." He offered his Master a small smile, reaching for his hand and squeezing gently. "I know... we mentioned trying something new, that involved you milking and then caging me. And I wanted you to know I'd be more than happy to do it. But if you don't want to, Sir, after yesterday, then it's okay. I just want you to be comfortable."
Alexander Smythe
He shouldn't have been surprised to wake up to the spread Blaine had prepared; because if there was one thing Blaine was good at, it was ensuring his every need was met. He shouldn't have been surprised but he was. It felt nice to enjoy an easy sense of normality. The night before still whispered in his brain; and it wasn't an experience he ever wanted to repeat. It wasn't fair to himself, and especially to Blaine; he'd thought about it before falling asleep and come to the conclusion perhaps seeing a therapist would be a good move. He thought about mentioning it when Blaine asked how he was feeling but given he had no concrete plans yet, he decided against doing so.
'I'm feeling much better sweetheart.' he nodded, returning the squeeze to his hand. 'I think I just needed to talk to you. I needed to hear your reassurance and see you weren't lying to me. I still want to explore those things with you and knowing how I can come down afterwards, I'll be better prepared in future.' he continued, giving him a sincere smile. He studied Blaine's expression carefully when he talked about the milking and caging they'd discussed. Did he still want to do it? Unequivocally yes. Was he in the right headspace to do it? He wasn't completely sure yet. 'Before we talk about any play today, I need to see to you after yesterday. Go to the first aid cabinet and bring me the arnica. I want that hoodie off and you laid across my lap.' he instructed.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine was feeling comfortable sitting here with his Master. It was a relief to see Alex eating and drinking and looking much more relaxed than he did yesterday. He smiled broadly when he confirmed that he was indeed feeling better and shifted his chair a little closer, so their shoulders were pressed together. He nodded at him, reaching up to brush some of the messy hair from his face. "We can always talk after an intense session, Sir, so we know we're both okay and we can work together. I'll never lie to you about how I'm feeling."
He tilted his head to the side a little at the words and let out a soft groan. He felt fine but he knew Alex would still want to check on him. So with an obedient nod, and a quick kiss to Alex's lips, he got to his feet and made his way to the first aid cabinet, standing on tip-toe to reach what was needed. He took the hoodie off while in their bedroom and carefully set it on the bed - he'd no doubt he wanting it again later, if he got cold - before he made his way back to his Master. Blaine handed Alex the arnica and moved to lay himself across his lap, so Alex could see him easily. "See? I'm fine, Sir!" Blaine said cheerfully. "It only aches a tiny bit."
Alexander Smythe
He was bruised; but the bruises weren't as bad as the ones he'd envisioned. He still uncapped the cream and used a generous amount on the injured skin, taking his time to massage it in over every injury. He stroked his hands down his thighs before giving them a light tap. 'Okay, stand up and let me see your hips.' He repeated the process there; managing to suppress the tiny flicker of guilt the bruises on his front. The arnica, at least, would help them feel and should soothe the residual ache sooner rather than later.
'On your knees Blaine.' he instructed, pushing his chair back a little to ensure there was enough space for him to kneel comfortably. 'Tell me how you feel about milking and being caged. How comfortable do you feel doing that with me today?' he asked. Mentally, he was coming round to the idea that he could handle it. He knew impact play was off the table for a little while at least; but forced orgasm, control and denial were in very different realm. Blaine had seen him in a way he never had the night before; he'd been broken and weak and he wanted to know how he truly felt about that scene after having seen him like that.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine hissed uncomfortably as Alex worked the cream onto his tender skin but didn't move. He let Alex do what needed to be done. The tap startled him but he got up quickly and stood before Alex, unashamed and let him work more of the arnica over the bruises that were beginning to form on his hips. He smiled at Alex as he rubbed it into his skin, hand coming to run through his hair lovingly.
As soon as the words had left Alex though, Blaine was on his knees in front of him. This was his favourite position - naked, kneeling in front of him, completely submissive. Like he was ready to serve. He loved sitting like this for Alex, no matter what, even if they were just watching television. There was just something so appealing about being on his knees.
"I really want to," Blaine said, cheeks slightly pink. "The thought of being tied down and made to cum again and again and again just because you want it is so hot, and it's something I want. It reminds me that unless its from you, I don't get any form of pleasure, Sir. Same with being caged. I don't want pleasure if not from you. You're my Master, my love and my life. My pleasure is yours, Sir."
Alexander Smythe
'Go shower sweetheart. Empty your bladder. Do all those necessary things because I'm going to tie you to the table today; and you're not going to be getting up before dinner time.' he responded simply. How could he possibly deny him when he was so eager? It cemented the idea that he wanted to research some way to train Blaine so that his body literally wouldn't let him cum without his Master's permission. He was already mostly there; but in the back of his mind, he knew he could push him to the point where he had no control over how his body responded.
When Blaine excused himself to the bathroom, he set up the supplies he'd need. He thought about using the bedroom, but then he'd feel like he was confined there all day. The more he thought about it, the more the coffee table in the lounge made sense. It was the centre of the home; he could go about his day and keep Blaine in his sight. That, and he'd spend a fortune on specially modified furniture that they'd never used before
Excitement sparked through his body; and he waited impatiently for Blaine to make his return.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine nodded obediently at his words, a thrill going through him when he was told he wouldn't be moving before dinner. That was hours from now. So Blaine got to his feet, with one more kiss to Alex's lips, and made his way into the bathroom. He did everything he needed to quickly, brushed his teeth and made his way back through the apartment, still naked, his curls slightly damp from the shower. But he saw Alex waiting in the lounge, by the coffee table and stepped over to him, dropping to his knees immediately.
"How do you want me, Master?" Blaine asked softly, ready to submit fully. His length was half-hard at just the thought of this and he knew it'd be torture for him today. But god, he couldn't wait, couldn't wait for Alex to really take control of him and his pleasure.
Alexander Smythe
'Look at your pretty little cock. You're already excited about this aren't you slut?' The words fell from his lips and he waited for the guilt but it didn't hit. How could it when Blaine genuinely looked so excited about what was to come. 'You're gonna give yourself your first orgasm.' he explained, threading his fingers through the damp curls. 'Turn around; face the coffee table and stroke yourself until you cum. You already have my permission to when you're ready. Today isn't about denial sweetheart.' he instructed, a filthy thought forming in his mind as he spoke. He leaned back on the couch, shifting slightly so he could get the perfect view of his boy.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine's cheeks burned red at the words and he nodded at him. The whole 'little cock' was definitely a new thing and he glanced down at himself, biting his lip. He wasn't small, not really, but he was smaller than Alex. But it didn't matter. He liked the name calling, the humiliation because it was Alex. Blaine groaned a little at the words and nodded at him again, his hand moving down to his length and beginning to stroke himself. This was something they had worked on and as Blaine turned on his knees so he was facing the coffee table, he began to move his hand over his length, just as Alex had showed him, and moaned loudly. It didn't take long for him to stroke himself until he was fully hard, legs shaking a little as he brought himself close. But he didn't cum immediately, looking up at Alex, as though waiting for him to confirm that he could.
Alexander Smythe
Inwardly, he thrilled at the fact Blaine still looked back at him. He didn't respond verbally; he simply arched a brow as though that could communicate 'I've already given you permission Blaine; don't keep me waiting.' Watching him touch himself was a gorgeous sight; he'd been so nervous and unsure at first. It had been nothing less than adorable but now his hand slid over his length with familiarity and it took a great deal of self control not to cover Blaine's hand with his own and help get him there.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine kept his eyes on Alex as he moved his hand with a little more purpose. His legs shook but he continued and in a matter of minutes he came over his hand, moaning softly as he kept his gazed locked with Alex's. He made a mess on the coffee table and blushed furiously, slowly moving his hand away and breathing heavily.
"T-Thank you for letting me cum, Sir," he whispered, shifting a little. "Do you want me to get something to clean up? I didn't mean to... I'm sorry."
Alexander Smythe
'You're welcome sweetheart.' he hummed, his voice sweet. He thought for a moment; pretending to consider his options in answer to Blaine's question when he'd known what he was going to do all along. 'You have made a mess there haven't you? I can't exactly have you lay in that all day.' he mused aloud. He stood to his feet and walked around so he was standing on the opposite side of the coffee table.
'I don't really want you to move from that spot so I suppose your only option is to put your face down and lick it clean.' he said casually, looking down at his boy with a cool expression. He could feel his heart hammering harder in his chest even at the suggestion; it sent something through him that he couldn't quite describe. He was pushing him; this was humiliation beyond anything they'd ever done but he gave the instruction anyway. Blaine could always use his safeword if it was too much; and he needed to trust that he would.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine's cheeks were burning when he mentioned the mess he'd made, swallowing hard. It was like he knew what Alex was going to say before he'd said it, closing the gap between them so he was stood towering over him. It didn't disgust him like he thought it would and he looked at the mess he'd made, cheeks still burning before nodding and muttering a "Yes, Master".
He leaned over the table and slowly licked at a small part of his own release, blushing as his cock twitched half-heartedly. Blaine was actually enjoying this, enjoying being humiliated and he glanced up at Alex to give him a genuine smile, as though to reassure him he was okay before he leaned back down and began to lap at the mess again. In no time at all, the table was clean and Blaine had the taste of himself on his tongue, sitting back on his knees and looking up at Alex obediently, waiting.
Alexander Smythe
Any concern he’d had about the ways he was pushing his boy melted away with the flash of his grin. He could read a fake smile on Blaine’s face a mile away and there was nothing fake about the way he looked at him. ‘Good slut.’ He praised, as he sat back on his feels. ‘I think you might be too distracted to eat lunch so hopefully that fills you up. He mocked.
‘On the table now Blaine, limbs to each corner.’ He instructed. He hadn’t forseen this coming when he ordered the table; in his head he’d imagined using Blaine as a serving platter so the coffee table needed to be sturdy enough to support his height and weight comfortably. There was a blanket folded at his feet and he laid it over the table, ensuring the surface Blaine would lay on would be soft, comfortable because nothing else he planned on doing to him would be. He bound his limbs before closing his fingers around his length, slowly stroking him back to an erection.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine groaned at the words and nodded at both the praise and the harsh words. Truthfully, he was ridiculously full from breakfast but he knew he'd be starving by the time they were done. But that didn't matter now. He got up at the order and moved so he was laying on the blanket, which Alex had put over the table, moving his arms and legs into the position he wanted. And then they were bound, secured to the table so Blaine couldn't so much as pull them.
His Master's hand was on his length again, stroking him slowly and Blaine's hips twitched at how sensitive it felt, arching his back a little. He was breathing heavily and moaned as Alex stroked him until he was hard again, despite having only just cum moments before. But he said nothing, waiting for Alex, knowing it would get much worse later.
Alexander Smythe
When Blaine's length was hard, flushed against his stomach, Alex flashed him a bright grin. 'You look so pretty slut.' he hummed, allowing his eyes to roam freely over Blaine's body. While Blaine had been showering, he'd taken the opportunity to remind himself how to use the pump and it was with a calm familiarity that he, for lack of a better word, hooked his boy up. It was a sight unlike any other; seeing Blaine so completely exposed for him, so beautifully on display, so open and prepared to take everything Alexander wanted to give him.
'Before I start this, it's absolutely essential that you keep talking to me. You need to keep communicating with me about how you're feeling, for as long as you can. I know you're going to get to a stage where it's hard to talk. I have things in mind for when that happens.' He leaned down and left a searing kiss against Blaine's lips. 'My perfect little slut. Your pleasure only ever comes from me, with my permission from here on it. I'm going to milk your gorgeous body for all it can give me.' he grinned brightly. 'And I suspect you're going to enjoy every second of it.'
Blaine Anderson
The words had him groaning and he let his head fall back against the table, nodding at Alex. He wasn't sure what it was about the degrading words that he loved so much. Maybe it was because he knew Alex didn't mean them. He never meant them. A low moan left him when the machine was placed over his length but wasn't switched on, looking at Alex and swallowing hard.
"Yes, Master," he said softly and nodding. "I'll do my best to keep talking to you, I promise." He blushed at both the kiss and the words, shifting a little on the table and glancing down at his cock, the machine already adding a wonderful pressure despite not being switched on yet. "Yes, Master. I'm your slut and I only ever get pleasure from you. Do you want me to ask permission every time I'm going to c-cum when you're milking me, or can I do it freely?"
Alexander Smythe
'You're not going to be able to ask for permission eventually.' he teased, brushing his fingers through Blaine's hair, pushing it back from his face. He took a moment to check over his set-up; and then he switched the machine on. 'Go ahead and cum whenever you need to little one.' He remained close to him, allowing his hands to drift over his body. He pinched his nipples roughly, twisting them between his finger and thumb. 'I think we need to add a little pressure here.' he hummed. 'I wonder if we have a chain long enough to reach your collar; I don't think we do but I suppose I can just tug hard enough until it's locked to your collar.' he shrugged, feigning an air of casualness.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine merely nodded at his words, knowing it was true. In no time at all, he'd barely be able to think, let alone ask for permission. He was allowed to cum when he pleased and he was thankful for it. As soon as Alex switched the machine on, Blaine was letting out a loud moan, arching his back. It was h like anything he had ever experienced before. The pressure around his aching length felt amazing and he tugged at the restraints, shuddering slightly.
Alex's hands were on his nipples now and he whimpered but nodded, closing his eyes as he twisted and pinched at them. "I think we do, Sir," Blaine said breathlessly. "I'm sure the one we bought a few weeks ago w-will be long enough."
Alexander Smythe
Already Alexander was completely engrossed in everything that was Blaine. Seeing him in such a vulnerable position brought him a kind of pleasure he couldn't hope to describe; it was unlike anything else he'd ever felt. It further cemented the notion that Blaine loved him, that they were solid; his boy wasn't as afraid to speak up now and he'd been more than a little vocal about how much he wanted this. 'It's a pity those are in the bedroom. I suppose I'll have to refrain from torturing you like that for now.' he winked, pulling his hands back. 'I don't want to miss a single moment of this. I want to watch your face when you experience your first orgasm and realise that everything you're feeling, the pressure, it doesn't stop.'
Blaine Anderson
Blaine could barely concentrate on anything Alex was saying as the machine worked over him. He was aching and sensitive already, so he wasn't sure how he'd feel in a couple of hours. He tugged at the restraints a little and arched his back, trying to focus. But it was difficult - he wanted to reply to Alex, wanted to tell him that he could get the chain if he wanted and that he wouldn't mind but he couldn't because already, Blaine's orgasm was building.
"Oh, f-fuck," he stuttered out, closing his eyes and arching his back. But that was all Blaine could get out before he reached his second orgasm, spilling in and over the machine, so his release was on himself. But still it moved over him and Blaine was squirming on the coffee table, moaning louder than before and tensing and untensing his body every time it moved over his length.
Alexander Smythe
Two orgasms in a relatively short time wasn't pushing the bar just yet; they'd done that before without the use of a machine but he'd always given him a little recovery time. The machine didn't allow for that; it just kept going. His eyes roamed Blaine's body; he looked incredible, and Alexander was unashamed to admit that he was completely captivated by his body. He sat back on the couch, threw his feet up on the coffee table beside Blaine's thighs and just enjoyed the view spread in front of him.
‘I should really be recording this so you can watch it back and see just how incredible you look.' he remarked, pulling his phone from his pocket. He pointed the camera towards Blaine and watched him through the lens. 'How long am I going to have to record you before you cum for me again sweetheart?' he teased. 'I think you ought to count them out loud now, for as long as you can; otherwise we'll never be able to keep track.'
Blaine Anderson
The machine just kept moving, kept pumping over his length and it had Blaine crying out weakly, squirming on the coffee table but unable to move too much from where he was bound to it. So all he could do was take it and he could barely focus on Alex's words, unable to concentrate on anything other than the feel of the machine working over his sensitive length.
But then he realised Alex was asking him a question and he looked at him, swallowing harshly and blushing when he saw his phone's camera was pointed right at him. "I... I d-don't know, Master. N-Not long, the machine isn't... letting me go soft. Fuck." Blaine arched his back again, his cock twitching slightly in the pump. He could feel another orgasm approaching already and he was shocked; Blaine had never done anything like this before, not really. He whimpered and writhed as Alex continued to record him, clearly somewhat embarrassed about being so exposed but it didn't stop him reaching his release again, a loud cry leaving him as he did so. Blaine managed to - barely - stutter out the number 'three', still moaning and writhing on top of the wooden surface. It was relentless, the machine, and Blaine knew he was in for an exhausting day.
Alexander Smythe
He could have watched him for hours. He had been watching him for hours; he'd found no reason to busy himself with anything other than watching Blaine. At one stage, somewhere around Blaine's twelfth orgasm, he'd freed his cock from his pants and slowly jerked himself off; coming to his own release over Blaine's chest. That had been particularly amusing because he'd told Blaine he wasn't allowed to cum again until his Master had. There was definitely signs of tiredness creeping in; and he couldn't fault him at all. 'Your poor cock.' he teased once Blaine managed to make his lips form the word 'nineteen'.
'I've been thinking sweet boy, if you make it to twenty, I'm gong to give you a very special reward.' he promised. The large plug had been burning a hole in his pocket since the beginning. Originally, he'd planned to plug him right away but he'd come to the conclusion it would be considerably more fun if he surprised him with it midway through.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine wasn't even sure how he was still able to count his orgasms. Really, he didn't. Because he was so sensitive, squirming and moaning constantly and tugging so hard at the restraints, he was sure they were going to leave marks on his wrists and ankles. Alex jerking himself off hadn't helped, especially as he wasn't allowed to cum until he had. That was when Blaine thought he would crack. But he'd managed it and as soon as he felt Alex's release over his chest, mixing with his own, he had snapped and cum almost immediately.
He managed to open his eyes as Alex began talking, talking about a reward. He didn't know what it would be but he was curious. He couldn't dwell though because the machine was still working relentlessly over him, the same pace as it had been at the beginning. It was never any faster or slower, just the same steady, strong pace that had Blaine feeling weak. "Y-Yes, Master," Blaine mumbled, closing his eyes again as his stomach twisted and turned. "Is... Is it the chain for my n-nipples?" He asked, trembling. But before he could ask anymore questions, Blaine was releasing again, cock twitching weakly as the machine continued, unrelenting.
Alexander Smythe
His boy was wrecked; and he'd decided somewhere around fifteen that this was going to be a monthly occurrence. He liked bringing Blaine pleasure; he loved feeling him fall apart under his touch and so he wasn't sure how long-term caging and denial would be for them; but even if it didn't take. He knew he wanted to do this again. 'Even better than the chain sweetheart; but I promise it's coming too.' he teased. He produced the plug from his pocket and held it against Blaine's lips. 'Suck hard sweetheart; lube up this pretty toy. I know sluts like you like to feel full all the time and you've earned the feeling today.' he winked.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine whimpered a little at the teasing, turning his body as well as he could so he could view Alex properly, watching him. He groaned out loud at the plug and nodded eagerly, trying to move closer to him. The words brought a dull flush to his cheeks but he didn't care, taking the wide plug in his mouth and sucking on it, making sure it would be as wet as possible for whenever Alex chose to push it into him. He had been feeling empty but he hadn't been focusing on it, not with how relentless the machine was against his cock.
Blaine groaned out loud around the plug, closing his eyes for a moment and clenching his hands into fists. He could feel yet another orgasm building but he was determined to hold it off, unsure if he could take how sensitive he'd feel again. So Blaine focused solely on making the plug as wet as possible, opening his eyes to look up at his Master.
Alexander Smythe
'My beautiful boy.' he hummed, holding Blaine's gaze. He'd broken his teasing persona several times throughout their experience so far to show Blaine a little sweetness, to keep him feeling safe and encouraged. 'You're doing so well for me. You've earned this.' He made no attempt to pull the plug from his lips, allowing him to lick and suck like the eager-to-please boy he was. 'Keep going and you might even earn my cock.' he winked.
After several long minutes, he pulled the plug free of Blaine's enthusiastic tongue and moved to stand at the opposite end of the table. He thought about it only for a moment but he half knelt against the table and positioned himself low enough that he could lick a firm, broad stripe over Blaine's exposed hole. He teased with his tongue, pointing it and pressing his tongue inside him. He wasn't gong to use lube and felt like a little prep was the very least he could do. Satisfied with the job he'd done, he pulled his face back and immediately replaced his tongue with the plug, slowly pressing it inside until it was fully sheathed.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine nodded enthusiastically at the praise, moaning around the plug. But then it was gone and he whined in protest, watching as Alex moved to his legs, watching him. He hadn't been expecting him to duck down beneath him though and start teasing him with his tongue. Blaine gave a loud shout of surprise, back arching and clenching his hands into fists, still trying to fight his orgasm. His length was so sensitive, to the point where it was almost painful, and he knew Alex was enjoying this.
As soon as Blaine felt the plug pushing against his hole though, Blaine was lost. He came with a loud cry, almost like a scream, messing both the machine and his chest again, breathing heavily. He clenched around the plug when it was pressed in fully and arched his back. It felt wonderful to be full and Blaine was breathing heavily, as though he'd run a marathon. His entire body shook at he reached his hand out for Alex's. "P-P-Please, Master," he whined, trying to reach him. "N-Need you to hold me. Please, please."
Alexander Smythe
He waited a few moments, watching the way Blaine so desperately clenched around the metal plug. He smiled, the desperation in his voice going straight to his cock. He moved back round to the side, and took his hand, stroking through his hair with the other. 'I'm right here little one.' he soothed softly, pressing a kiss to his sweat forehead. 'I'm not going anywhere.' he assured him, knowing he'd just done something that would send Blaine into overdrive without the machine on his cock. Blaine did love the feeling of being full; and adding it now, when he was already so sensitive was as much a treat for him as it was for Alex. 'I don't know how you're not cumming dry yet Blaine.' he teased.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine gripped at Alex's hand as though it was a lifeline, breathing heavily at the gentle touches, both to his hair and his forehead. The nickname 'little one' had him smiling a little and he kept his eyes on his Master, his body shaking as the machine worked over him. He could hear just how messy he was and it would have brought a furious blush to his cheeks had he not trusted Alex completely. He knew he wouldn't care, knew his Master loved him and he groaned at the words that left Alex.
"I d-d-don't know," he gasped, back arching again, looking down at the machine pumping him and letting out a harsh sob. Blaine tried to moan Daddy, tried to tell him just how much he loved his Daddy controlling his pleasure like this but he wasn't sure if his words were coherent. Blaine was clenching hard around the plug, still tugging at the restraints hard as he arched his back off the table. He didn't know how much longer he could do this, didn't even know how long he had been doing this, but Blaine was determined to keep going as long as he could for Alex, despite how much he was shaking.
Alexander Smythe
‘You’re okay little one.’ He soothed, stroking his thumb over the back of his hand. As much as he wanted to keep this going, he knew they were probably fast approaching Blaine’s limits. This was something they could build up over time, and he was already wildly impressed with just how much Blaine had taken. He leaned over and caught his lips in a greedy kiss; swallowing his moans as he partially pressed against him.
Even if they didn’t stop completely, Blaine was due some sort of break. ‘Two more orgasms and then I’m going to let you have a little break B. You need to catch your breath, regain your strength a little.’ He decided. He hoped a break would be enough to revive him because he certainly wasn’t ready to stop just yet. He increased the machine’s speed, wanting to push Blaine further along. ‘Scream for me little one. Let me hear you.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine nodded at the words, still holding Alex's hand as tightly as he could. His breathing was heavy and the prospect of a break was so welcoming, even if it was for a minute. The chance to breath normally, the chance to just be able to relax, slump against the table. "Y-Yes, Daddy," Blaine groaned, tugging feebly at the restraints again. He wanted Alex to hold him, wouldn't have cared if he wanted to fuck him. Blaine just wanted to feel his Master's arms around him because he knew then everything would be okay.
But then the machine moved faster; Alex had increased it and Blaine had let out a scream at how overwhelming it felt. He didn't even hear Alex's words, too focused on the fact he was fast approaching his next orgasm, unsure how many he was on how. It came quickly, making a mess on his skin. But of course, the Machine didn't stop and Blaine was still screaming and writhing. Somehow this was even more intense than it was before. His length ached and hurt and he knew he didn't have much left in him.
But regardless to how Blaine and his stamina felt, his body reacted to the stimulation and he was still hard, already close to his orgasm, knowing it would hit. And when it did he let out a shout, a howl of both pain and pleasure, his entire body sensitive. Blaine was trembling, sweating and he knew he must look a complete mess, and whined softly for Alex, as though half-heartedly begging him for a break.
Alexander Smythe
As soon as the second orgasm hit, Alexander stopped the machine. There was no need to work him through his release because there would be no pleasure in it. ‘That’s it.’ He hummed, freeing Blaine from the machine as gently as he could. His boy was a mess, the table was a mess and he was sure the rug was completely ruined, but he didn’t care about any of those things.
He’d briefly left Blaine alone earlier in order to gather a few things to immediately provide comfort when they finished. He squeezed out the cool facecloth and lightly wiped Blaine’s face. ‘You’re such a good boy Blaine. Daddy’s so proud of you.’ He still thrilled at that title; it seemed to come out when Blaine was feeling especially vulnerable and needy, which was fitting because that tended to be when he felt compelled to remind him he was his little one and that he’d take care of him.
‘We’re going to stop for a good hour sweetheart. I’m going to help you clean yourself up a little, you can get a snack, some water and Daddy can hold you on his lap for a while.’ He promised, slowly freeing him from the knots at each limb. ‘We’ll re-evaluate then if you want to keep going or if you’ve taken all you can for one day.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine let out a shaky sob when the machine was moved away from him, clearly feeling sensitive. He was a mess, barely coherent and his eyes were closed as he slumped down against the coffee table. The next moment, there was something cool pressing against him and he groaned, opening his eyes again so he could look at Alex. When he said he felt proud of him, Blaine gave him a smile, a genuine one too, and nodded at him but still didn't say anything.
His limbs were freed from the restraints and Blaine slumped a little, still breathing heavily. "M’not done," he mumbled stubbornly. "I c-can take more, Daddy." He moved, as though to sit up but his arms shook beneath his weight and he slumped back against the table, groaning softly. He knew there was no way he'd be able to walk, especially with the plug still pressed inside him but he didn't care. He loved being like this for Alex, loved how he pushed him constantly and it was one of the many reasons he loved him. "C-Can we cuddle on the couch? P-Put a D-Disney movie on, Daddy?" Blaine asked, rubbing his eyes. "That'll h-help me wind down."
Alexander Smythe
He rinsed the cloth and gently continued to clean over Blaine’s body. He’d really need to have a long hot shower to be completely clean but he was cleaned up enough that he could move him without worrying about causing stains. He scooped him up and sat down on the couch, cradling his exhausted boy on his lap. ‘Of course sweetheart. You’ve been the absolute best boy Daddy could ask for; you deserve to come down, recover. You deserve to be rewarded.’
He flicked through the movie options before settling on The Lion King. ‘You just relax B.’ He hummed, nipping lightly at his earlobe.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine let Alex clean him slowly, whimpering a little when he had to clean near his length. But other than that he didn't make a sound, except for a happy sigh when Alex scooped him up into his arms so they could settle on the couch. He wrapped his arms around Alex happily, nuzzling into him closely and nodding. "Thank you, Daddy," he whispered fingers coming up to trace the shape of Alex's lips, smiling at him.
If you asked Blaine how much of the movie he saw before he dozed off, he'd have shrugged. The truth was, he hadn't even made through 'The Circle of Life', hadn't even see Simba held up for the other animals in the kingdom to see. Because Blaine was fast asleep almost at once, head resting on Alex's shoulder, curled into his arms still, resting on his lap.
Alexander Smythe
He’d known Blaine would fall asleep almost immediately; he was always incredibly sleepy after sex of any kind so he could only imagine how exhausted he was after that. It was why he’d opted for his favourite Disney movie instead of conferring with Blaine. He kissed his hair and shifted slightly to sit more comfortably. His own eyes fell closed but he wasn’t really asleep; he was still alert to what was going on around him, just resting his eyes.
Blaine Anderson
Everything felt stiff, achy, and it took Blaine a little while to remember why. He opened his eyes slowly, still curled in Alex's lap and smiled at the familiar sense of comfort it brought. He could vaguely hear the end of The Lion King and realised he must have slept through most of the film. Blaine made to shift and then groaned, loudly too, though mostly in surprise. The plug was still inside him and to his surprise, he was hard. How was that possible? Alex had been milking Blaine all morning, so how could he possibly be hard? Though he knew it was because of the plug, nestled deep inside of him.
"D-Daddy?" Blaine whispered, reaching up for Alex slowly and smiling at him. "I fell asleep. I'm sorry, I'm sorry... You said only a little break." Blaine shifted again, groaning as the plug moved inside of him. "Do you w-want me back on the table, Master?"
Alexander Smythe
He sounded so inexplicably innocent when he woke up, and stuttered over what to call him. He brushed his fingers through his hair and pressed a kiss to his lips. 'I expected you to fall asleep little one.' he replied. 'If I wanted you to wake up earlier, I would have woken you. I was happy to let you sleep.' His hand slid down Blaine's front until he came into contact with his cock. 'Fucking look at you gorgeous. So wrecked and still clearly desperate for more.' he teased fondly.
'How are you feeling B?' he asked, teasing his fingertips lightly up and down his length. 'I pushed you hard this morning. It's okay if you feel that was enough.' he assured him. 'You and I can always try this again in a few weeks; build you up so you can take more.' he explained gently.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine sighed happily at the fingers running over his front. But then it stopped at his length and he whimpered at the light touch, looking up at him with wide eyes. "I'm feeling fine, Sir," he said softly, shivering beneath him. "No! No, I want to carry on! I think a break was needed but I want to carry on for you, Sir. At least until dinner," he insisted, moving a little so he was sitting up more, able to see Alex properly. "I want to carry on. Please.”
Alexander Smythe
'At least until dinner?' he chuckled. He thrilled at how eager Blaine sounded. He didn't know if he was more impressed by the fact that Blaine wanted to take more, or if it was because he specified that he wanted to keep going for him. 'Then we'll carry on.' he nodded, leaning up to catch Blaine's lips in a hungry kiss. 'Before that, I want you to take that plug out and ride my cock until I cum.' he grinned. He took Blaine's hand and guided it to his crotch so Blaine could feel his erection. 'I've been watching you writhe, listening to you scream for hours now and not once have I used your pretty body for my own pleasure. Prove to me you want to keep playing gorgeous.'
Blaine Anderson
Blaine grinned eagerly, moaning loudly as he felt Alex's lips against his. He was almost sad when they pulled apart, wanting more from him. But then he heard the words and despite the dull flush they brought to his cheeks, he nodded at him. Blaine could feel how hard he was and pressed his hand down a little harder against him, shuffling back on his lap a little so he could tug his pants down, exposing him. And Blaine almost groaned at the sight of his Master, already hard and ready for him. Blaine leaned up, brought his hands back and slowly pulled the plug out, whining a little as he did so. He was stretched, easily enough to take Alex.
"I love you using my body for you pleasure, Master," he said as he hovered above him, biting his lip. His hand came to hold Alex's length steady, keeping his eyes fixed on Alex's face. Very slowly, Blaine sank down over him, letting out a low groan as he did so, until he'd bottomed out and his ass was flush with Alex's hips. Through his moans Blaine couldn’t stop himself from smiling, bringing his arms to wrap around Alex's neck, closer to his Master.
NOTES: Alex and Logan haven’t seen each other in weeks, the latter shutting the former out now he knows about his abusive relationship. But Alex received a phone call from him and Logan needs his help.
Alexander Smythe
The last few weeks could only be described as a flurry of activity. Logan’s brother arriving meant that he could split his time between actually attending his classes and visiting him at the hospital. He’d given up his job; Logan was right he was a spoiled rich kid and he didn’t really it and this way, he could be more available to Logan who did need someone.
His bedroom was bigger and had the en-suite bathroom so the weekend before Logan was due to be released; he had moved himself into the second bedroom and done his best to make Logan’s new room suit his tastes. He kept the walls white in case he wanted to decorate later but he’d bought new bedding, added some décor that reminded him of the dark haired man. He’d seen to other essentials like buying Logan a new phone and adding him to his plan, making a list of important codes for the apartment and passwords for things they could easily share like Netflix and Spotify and he was as prepared as he could be to welcome Logan home.
He was carrying Logan’s bags, and so once he’d unlocked the door, he kicked it open with a light foot. ‘Welcome home Lo.’ He said quietly, nodding for him to make his way inside.
LOGAN ANDERSON
This was not what Logan had ever expected. He'd never even really expected to get out of his relationship with Matthew; he thought he'd be stuck in it forever, miserable until he was inevitably killed. But he was out of it. Matthew had been arrested, Logan had given his statement (and had to talk about things that made his stomach churn), and had since been discharged from the hospital. Alex hadn't given him much of a choice when he'd said he was moving in with him. Blaine had been to Matthew's home and gathered his things for him, things he needed, so they were waiting in Alex's apartment already.
Alex himself had been a lifesaver. He'd arrived at the hospital with a new phone, firmly telling Logan that he was on his plan, and had insisted on carrying his bags, things he'd had while in hospital and other essentials. Logan followed Alex over the threshold clumsily, frowning with effort as he entered. He wasn't used to the crutches yet and he hated how slow he was when he tried to get from point A to point B. It made things more difficult for him as well, because he could no longer speak and walk. But Logan was working on physically speaking with Alex, trying to find comfort with him.
Being led through to the bedroom was surprising for Logan and he frowned, looking around. This had to be the master bedroom. It had to be, there was an en-suite and everything. Logan furrowed his brow as he turned to Alex, the action somewhat awkward on his crutches, and spoke, voice very faint as though he was afraid to use it.
"This... isn't my room?" He questioned. "W-Wasn't... it yours?"
Alexander Smythe
‘It was my room.’ He answered honestly. There was absolutely no point in lying to him; he wouldn’t believe him. Besides, he didn’t want to lie to Logan. Not ever. ‘And before you protest or say I can’t do this, I can and I wanted to. This room is bigger, it has the balcony and it has an ensuite. You have space to move around, you can get fresh air without feeling like you need to go face the world all the time and I know this must be hard for you so having the ensuite gives you some extra privacy.’ He explained, dropping the bags at the foot of the bed.
‘You have a new mattress, new bedding so you don’t need to worry about any of that. I left passwords and stuff on the desk; and yeah. I want you to feel at home here Lo.’ He continued, offering the smaller man a smile. ‘And I want you to know you’re safe here. Harry, the doorman, and his team know not to be letting anyone up here without calling ahead, there’s a passcode required for the parking garage.’ He closed the space between them, wishing he was able to take Logan’s hand for a comforting squeeze.
Logan Anderson
Logan stood, stunned, as he listened to Alex's explanation. He'd really done all of that for him, just so he'd feel more comfortable in the apartment? His bottom lip was trembling a little as he looked around the room. Logan couldn't believe it. He carefully crossed it, peeking into the ensuite and then looking out of the window and over the balcony. Before he really realised it, tears had escaped and were rolling down his cheeks.
But he said nothing.
Instead, Logan moved to sit gingerly on the end of the bed, wincing a little in pain and set his crutches down beside him. For a moment he just sat there, looking tiny and lost in the unfamiliar room. But then he burst into tears, covering his face with his hand and unable to look up at Alex, overwhelmed that someone could care so much about his wellbeing.
Alexander Smythe
His reaction surprised him. Had him rooted to the spot for several minutes before he was rushing over to crouch down in front of Logan. ‘Hey! No, Lo. Don’t cry.’ He requested softly, fighting the urge to pry his hands from his face. He’d obviously taken this whole thing a step to far and completely overwhelmed his anxious friend, which he’d desperately tried to avoid doing.
‘If this is too much, we can change it. I just want you to be comfortable here. I want you to know you’re not just staying at my apartment; this is your home now too. For as long as you want it to be.’ He explained, ‘please don’t be upset.’
Logan Anderson
Logan shook his head, trying to get Alex to understand, to make him see. But it was so difficult without his phone, without words. He had to try and be brave again and speak. Alex wouldn't judge him - how could he? He'd already seen him at his absolute worst, had seen him mere minutes after he'd been beaten and raped by his boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend? Logan was still unsure as to what he should refer to Matthew as, and had so far refrained from mentioning him to the other man since he'd woken up in hospital.
"I'm... I'm n-n-not upset," Logan stuttered out, moving his hands away from his face so he could see Alex. He was breathing heavily and pulled Alex up from where he was crouching in front of him, hands gentle, and guided him to sit beside him. Logan then turned his body so he could see him properly, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. "This... is the f-first time I've had a safe space... S-somewhere I can be if it gets t-too much. N-No one has ever done anything... like this for me. T-Thank you."
Alexander Smythe
He lets Logan move him, smiles when he’s positioned on the bed beside him. For a second he thinks about how if this were any other person, now would be the moment he leant in to kiss them. He doesn’t do that; he takes Logan’s hand and kisses the back of it softly. That’s become a repeated feature since his first day in the hospital; it’s a small sign of affection that doesn’t engulf him like a hug or linger like hand-holding. It’s a brief, simple, non-verbal ‘I’m here and I care about you.’
‘I told you Lo; I love you. You’re my best friend and this is the very least I could do for you. This is entirely your space okay? I want come in here unless you ask me to come in.’ He assured him, giving his hand a squeeze before releasing it.
Logan Anderson
Logan couldn't help but smile at the kiss to the back of his hand, colour rising to his cheeks. It's simple, and such a welcome sign of affection that it makes Logan's heart ache every time Alex does it. He isn't used to gentle touches and soft words. All Logan has ever known are hands that bruise and break things, raised voices and shouting. But with Alex it was different, he was seeing that now.
"T-Thank you," Logan said again, watching Alex let go of his hand and worrying his lower lip through his teeth. He rubbed at his eyes, glancing down at his leg, wrapped in the cast, and pouted a little. "It still h-hurts..." He whispered. And suddenly his confidence had gone and he couldn't talk anymore. It was like the words got stuck in his throat and Logan opened his mouth but only let out a choked noise, tears filling his eyes. He reached around for his phone but had no idea where it was and slumped a little, head simply resting on Alex's shoulder instead.
Alexander Smythe
He didn't act shocked when Logan's voice failed him; he expected it coming and his face didn't show any disappointment. He couldn't be disappointed; Logan was trying so hard and every word that came out of his mouth was an absolute thrill. When Logan slumped against him, he draped his arm loosely around his shoulders and held him close. 'It's going to hurt for a while sweetheart.' he explained. 'But you're going to get through this. I'm going to be here every step of the way.' he promised him sincerely.
He allowed the silence to wash over them, content to listen to the sound of his friend's breathing. He endeavoured to count all the small victories and having Logan here was one of those victories. He had been sure Logan would object, and if he didn't, his brother certainly would but his twin had warmed to him eventually and come round to the idea. He wasn't sure who had convinced who that it was a good idea. He handed Logan his phone, unlocked and open on the app he'd never deleted. 'What do you want to do right now? Anything you want, I'll make t happen.'
Logan Anderson
Logan cuddled in closer when Alex wrapped his arm around him and cuddled into him. For a while they simply sat in silence. This was comfortable. His home with Matthew had been noisy, busy and overwhelming so the chance to sit somewhere in silence and be still was so welcome to Logan. But then Alex was handing him the phone and he looked up at him as he spoke. He shrugged and began typing, keeping his head low.
"I don't know," the voice said from the phone. "I was thinking about doing some art with the things Blaine got me, but I can't stand for long enough. I may sit and watch some videos. Is it weird that Bob Ross videos calm me down?"
Alexander Smythe
'Is it weird that yesterday I ate an entire jar of peanut butter with a spoon for breakfast?' he asked in response. 'No, no it's not because that's something I like. You're not weird for liking any of the things you like. You're just you. And I am a big fan of you.' he reiterated, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. 'Do you want to watch it in here, or do you want me to help you get comfortable on the couch? You can watch it while I throw some food together. You must be starving; hospital food is neither appealing or satisfying in any way.' he nodded.
Logan Anderson
Logan laughed a little at his response and blushed when the sound left him, biting his lip. He debated just crawling into bed and watching it until he fell asleep. But Alex mentioning food had him realising just how hungry he was and his hand came to his stomach, biting his lip and typing again. "I think I'll watch it on the couch, if that's okay? I am kind of hungry," he added, blushing. "Will you sit with me and watch it with me?"
Alexander Smythe
'Logan, you don't need to ask my permission. This is your home okay? It's more than fine for you to come watch TV outside.' he nodded. 'As much as I want you to have this safe, quiet space, please don't feel like you have to live in your bedroom. Lounge in the rest of the house. Put your feet up on the couch, spread your homework across the dining table. Paint in the kitchen if the muse strikes you.' he continued with a laugh. 'Tell you what, I'll make us some food and I'll crack out the trays my Mother told me I would need but haven't used until tonight. We'll eat dinner together on the couch with Bob Ross in the background.' he nodded.
He stood up and offered Logan his hand to draw him upright before grabbing his crutches and handing them over. 'Let's get you settled; I'll pull the ottoman over so you can put your leg up.' he explained, walking out of the room at Logan's pace.
Logan Anderson
Logan's cheeks flushed at the words and he shifted uncomfortably. He'd never had a home where he could do what he wanted. His parents were loving but strict and Matthew never let him do anything just because he wanted to. He nodded at the words, even if he wasn't sure that he felt quite like this was his home yet, biting his lip. The thought of having dinner and watching Bob Ross with Alex was appealing and he nodded, taking his hand to get up. "Thank you, Alex. I know I'm a lot to deal with but I appreciate the effort you're making for me.”
NOTES: Alex and Logan haven’t seen each other in weeks, the latter shutting the former out now he knows about his abusive relationship. But Alex received a phone call from him and Logan needs his help.
Logan Anderson
Alexander Smythe wasn't stupid. In any other situation, that would have been a good thing. It was always better to have a conversation with someone who was intelligent, because it made things more interesting and while Logan didn't physically speak, he certainly wasn't stupid and valued a decent conversation. But in this situation, Alexander being intelligent was the worst thing in the world. It meant he could put two and two together and actually figure out the truth behind Logan's continuous bruises, his excuses as to why he couldn't meet his boyfriend or why he had to get home quickly. Alex has guessed and Logan had done everything he could to push him away. If Matthew found out someone else knew, there was no telling what he would do and he couldn't live with himself if Matthew did anything to hurt Alex. Alex, who had made every effort to talk to Logan, who had worked hard on bringing him out of his shell and making him comfortable. Alex, who valued their friendship and enjoyed spending time with him.
No, it was easier to let Alex go. Let him move on from their friendship. At least he wouldn't get hurt this way. That was why he'd stopped replying to the texts, had told Alex he didn't want to be his friend. It killed Logan to do so, but it was for his own protection. And he'd thought he'd gotten away with it, thought it'd all worked out. Until Matthew demanded to see Logan's phone. He'd hesitated at first but he had no choice. He knew how violent Matthew could get in a split second and so he'd given in and handed him his phone. At first, Logan thought he hadn't seen anything. Matthew had given the phone back to him and Logan pocketed it. He was about to move to prepare dinner when Matthew had said three words.
"So Alex knows." And in a matter of seconds, he had flown into a fit of rage.
Truthfully, Logan wasn't sure exactly how long it had gone on for. There were shouts, no doubt heard from people walking past their house, there were screams and there were more punches than Logan could even attempt to count. He'd lost consciousness at some point. And when he woke up, he was in the back of Matthew's car, body bruised and sore. He sat up slowly, not surprised when Matthew snarled at him. It was his fault, Logan had pushed him to this, if he'd just done what he was told then none of this would have had to happen. Logan, barely able to focus, didn't respond. Logan closed his eyes and when he opened them again, Matthew was dragging him out of the car, throwing him roughly to the ground.
That was when the beating had started again and all Logan could do was curl up and make sure there was as little of his body on show to hit as possible. Pants was yanked down and Matthew's were unzipped and Logan did everything he could to block out what was about to happen. But he screamed in agony at the rough thrust. It seemed endless but after what felt like hours, Matthew stopped. Logan's clothes were torn and blood-stained, and every inch of him hurt. "Find your own way home," Matthew had said before climbing back into the car and driving off.
For a while, Logan just lay there. He didn't know where he was, didn't know what time it was, and didn't even know if he was safe. All he knew was how much it hurt. He looked around, blinking at the trees surrounding him and groaned in pain. Matthew had left him in the middle of the woods? Fantastic. His hands reached into his pocket, relieved to find his phone still there, and blinked. It'd been hours since he'd been at home and there were countless texts from Alex. But instead of responding, he did something he'd never done before.
He pressed 'dial' on Alex's number.
Alexander Smythe
Alexander Smythe had always been an emotional child. His Father had spent his whole childhood trying to school him out of it, confident that his son would never have a place in the family business if he couldn't get a handle on how he managed his feelings. Sebastian had always been better at wearing the mask than he was; to outsiders looking in, Sebastian came across as aloof and uncaring and Alexander was one of the few who knew otherwise. Because he'd never learned the lesson of managing his emotions, it had been incredibly difficult not to fly off the handle when he'd overheard Logan's doctor talking about things like badly healed breaks, extensive bruising. In that moment, everything clicked into place in his head and he cursed himself for not seeing it before. Logan, his friend, was being abused and he hadn't realised. He'd bought every lie and half-truth Logan had fed him, he'd ignored the suspicions that swirled in his thoughts.
He'd tried refusing to drive him back to the apartment. He'd tried insisting Logan just come home with him, that there was always a place for him there but he'd been met with silence. Well, he was always met with silence but this was different. The typed responses of were one word answers, monosyllabic; and Logan made it very clear that if Alex didn't drive him home he'd find another way to get there. He did so in the hopes the boyfriend would be home and he could confront him then and there but no such luck.
He'd spent the last however many weeks texting Logan and the replies lessened as time went on. He didn't want to risk just showing up at the house unannounced because if Matthew was there, he didn't know what his presence would mean for Logan. So he kept texting; even when his messages went unanswered.
When his phone rang and Logan's name came up on the screen, he assumed it was Matthew calling him from Logan's phone to tell him to back off. 'Alright Matthew, say your piece and then I'll get into what a piece of shit you are.' he snapped immediately upon answering.
Logan Anderson
Whatever Logan had been expecting, it wasn't Alex's harsh words. The venom in his voice was enough to make him let out a little whimper, almost as though afraid of what Alex would say next. But the more logical part of his mind told him that Alex's anger wasn't solely directed at him - he'd even said Matthew's name as soon as he answered the phone.
It made sense, for Alex to think Logan's boyfriend was calling. Logan never spoke. He could, god knew he could, but his severe anxiety had always been a problem for him and he stopped talking to others before he'd ever really started. Sometimes he'd talk in his sleep, which he knew because Matthew would lash out and tell him to shut up but apart from that, he never said a word. Why would Alex think he was calling him now?
But he was. Logan was calling his friend because he needed him. He needed someone he could trust to help him and right now, Alex was the only friend he had. Logan didn't doubt he'd be angry at him for refusing his help in the first place but he could only hope Alex would forgive him and help. Not just leave him, like Matthew had done.
"A-Alex," Logan rasped, voice hoarse from general lack of use. It trembled a little and he closed his eyes tightly, trying with all his might to focus on getting help. He wanted to just pass out, to give in to the pain and let whatever happened, happen. But he couldn't. He needed help because he knew how badly he was injured. "I... I n-n-need you. Please."
Alexander Smythe
The noise on the other end of the line was unmistakably Logan. It didn't matter that he'd never heard him speak before but there was no way that rasp belonged to Matthew. His mind was running a mile a minute and he tried to focus on the quiet words. Help. Logan needed help. His help.
'Logan.' The name was almost a reverent whisper. 'Shit. Okay, yeah. Logan, of course. You've got me. Where are you? What do you need?' he prompted, knowing the panic couldn't be hidden from his voice. He was already grabbing a coat from the closest, using his shoulder to hold his phone to his ear. He paused for a second before grabbing something for Logan; he'd so often seen him without a coat and something told him he'd need one now.
Logan Anderson
Logan's breathing was somewhat ragged and every single time he took a breath in, he winced in pain. Shit, Matthew had definitely done some serious damage to him this time. He blinked several times and tried to look around, desperately hoping to figure out exactly where he was - something told him simply saying 'in the woods' wouldn't help. He had to focus but his glasses were broken and he could barely make anything out between the cracked lens.
"I don't know," he said softly, trying to force himself to sit up and crying out in pain when he moved. "T-Trees. We drove." Logan closed his eyes for a moment, counted to ten and opened them again, as though to try and regain his focus. "He - shit, he knocked m-me out. M'not sure where I am. Lots of trees." His description was terrible but what could he do? All he could see around him were fucking trees and he couldn't give Alex anything more.
But wait, there was a shape in the distance, and it looked like a small hut. Logan knew it well, it was the one the kids in his neighbourhood swore was haunted and dared each other to go near. Okay, that was a relief. He wasn't too far from his home then. "Y-You know... the story about the h-haunted shack?" Logan said, voice faint. "I c-can see it. 'Bout h-hundred feet away? I don't know... It's so c-cold, Alex. Please."
Alexander Smythe
'Okay, okay. Don't worry Lo. I'm on my way.' he promised, half-falling down the stairs in his rush to get out to his car. He could vaguely remember Logan recounting the story of the haunted shack in his neighbourhood but at the time the story hadn't seemed important enough for every detail to stick in his mind. 'Listen Lo, I want you to ping me your exact location; or turn on Find My Friends or something okay?' he prompted, connecting his phone to his car radio so he could continue talking to him.
'You're gonna be okay babe. I'm on my way and I'm gonna stay on the line with you okay? Talk to me as much as you can. Tell me about your brother.' he suggested, knowing Logan was fond of his twin in much the same way he was of his.
Logan Anderson
"O-Okay."
That was all Logan could really say. He didn't like talking, didn't really know what he was doing when he did. It was easier for him to use sign language. His voice wasn't something he liked using. But regardless, Logan brought his phone in front of him so he could do both the things he'd asked, pinging his location to Alex and turning on Find My Friends. He brought the phone to his ear again but coughed, spitting blood from his mouth and groaning.
"I did it," he breathed, closing his eyes and rolling onto his side, curling in on himself tight. "I c-can't. I don't... t-talking isn't... isn't easy for me." He let out a quiet sob, rubbing his face with his hands, uncaring that he was likely covered in mud as well as his own blood. "Y-You'd like b-both my brothers. They're more confident than me. And f-funny. B-Blaine is in New York to be on Broadway and Cooper is... Cooper is in LA. He w-wants to act."
Alexander Smythe
'I know it isn't easy Lo. I know that and I promise when I'm with you, you'll be able to stop. But until I get there I really need you to try; it's my only way of knowing you're conscious.' he explained. He fiddled with his phone at the red light; using the location Logan had sent him to set a course. 'I'm ten minutes away. You can do anything for ten minutes.' he encouraged.
'I can't imagine anyone being funnier than you sweetheart. I'm sure I'd like them but I don't think they'd hold a candle to you.' he nodded, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. He'd known this was going to happen eventually. He was just thankful he'd got a call from Logan instead of one telling him there would be no more calls from him ever. 'I think you'd hate my brother. He's a cocky shit. Well actually, you might like him but I wouldn't let you meet him. I couldn't risk you liking him more than you like me.'
Logan Anderson
"T-Ten minutes?" Logan repeated, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to focus. He could do this. He had to do this. But it was so hard and the mist was swimming in his mind. He wanted to just give in, just let it pull him under so he could finally sleep. But Alex needed him to keep talking. He had to try. So Logan forced himself to shift slightly, gasping in pain as he did so, but moved so he was on his side, clutching the phone close to him.
"I'm n-not funny," He said softly, frowning ever so slightly. "Nowhere near. That's C-Cooper. You'd really like him. I... I wouldn't like anyone m-more than you," Logan said with another frown, shaking his head to himself. Over the last few months, he'd grown very attached to Alex, there was no way he'd like someone else more. "I'm n-not fond of cocky. I like you," Logan said, his voice very faint, as though he was fighting to stay awake. "Alex... Alex, please. I'm scared."
Alexander Smythe
‘You are funny. You make me laugh.’ He promised him. Under any other circumstances, he would have thrilled hearing Logan tell him he wouldn’t like anyone more than him; his mind was too distracted to actually focus on the words and appreciate them.
‘I know you’re scared Lo. I know. And I know how much you’re fighting right now and how brave you’re being for me. I’m gonna be there really soon and then you won’t have to be afraid anymore.’ He hoped Logan could hear in his voice just how sincerely he meant it. ‘I won’t let anyone hurt you again.’
He continued to talk about nothing in particular, during random questions that required Logan to think up an answer. He was mentally preparing himself the state he was going to be in, and briefly wondered if he should really be calling an ambulance. He pulled up at the nearest spot to park; and he stumbled through the trees, following the blinking dot on his phone screen that alerted him to where Logan was.
‘I’m nearly there Lo. I’ve got you.’
Logan Anderson
Logan was struggling to stay conscious now and he hated it. His head was pounding and he rubbed at a sore spot, wincing at the lump he felt buried under his curls. He wasn't even sure what he must look like, but he knew it'd be bad. He could feel blood coming from some of the cuts on his skin, and he must have been covered in mud, from where he was thrown to the ground. And he was shivering, still in the clothes that he'd been wearing when he was getting ready to prepare dinner for himself and Matthew, though they were torn and dirty now.
"I c-can hear someone," Logan said in a scared voice, trying to move away from the approaching footsteps. "Is... is it you?" Despite how hard he was fighting, Logan couldn't seem to get his body to respond and he could barely shuffle away from whoever was coming closer to him. Was it Matthew? Was he preparing to finish him off and make sure Logan could never tell anyone what had happened? Logan would just go missing and eventually, they'd give up the search?
But it wasn't Matthew. Because the person stumbling through the trees was the one person he'd wanted to see, the one person he needed. "Alex," Logan breathed as he came into view. Despite his smashed glasses, there was no mistaking him. He was relived and immediately tried to sit up but his arms wouldn't support his weight. He was trembling and he let out a little sob, reaching for him. "Alex... You c-came."
Alexander Smythe
He fell to his knees and hoped his fear didn’t show on his face. ‘Of course I came Lo. I will always come if you need me.’ He promised him, reaching out to take his hand. ‘You don’t have to talk anymore if you don’t want to. I’m so proud of you for doing it until now but you don’t need to anymore. Just blink once for yes and twice for no. Easy yeah?’
He surprised himself with how calm he was. He suppose he knew that no amount of panic was going to help the boy he’d come to care so much about. ‘Is anything broken? Anything that’s going to be damaged further if I pick you up and bring you to my car?’ He clarified, draping the spare coat he’d brought around his shivering form. ‘I know moving is going to hurt; I can’t avoid that. Do you think you need an ambulance?’ He was littered with cuts, some still bleeding but he couldn’t tell how much of the damage was just superficial. He didn’t know if it was the obvious injury to his head that was causing his disorientation or if it was more. He cursed himself for not going ahead and calling the ambulance on his way over.
Logan Anderson
All Logan did in response was nod. For some reason, speaking to Alex face-to-face was much more terrifying than speaking to him over the phone and it was like his words got stuck the second he tried to open his mouth. The questions had him whimpering a little, because he didn't know. He had no idea if anything was broken, but it certainly felt like it was, judging from how much pain his leg was in, and how it hurt every time he took a breath in. The thought of going in an ambulance had Logan shaking his head, but the action made him feel nauseous so he stopped quickly. Again, Logan tried to sit up but failed, his hands slipping in the mud.
"I... I d-d-don't know," he managed to say, voice barely there. "My ankle? Or l-leg. I can't p-put... weight on..." He fell silent, clearly struggling to say anything else and Logan gripped at Alex's hand tightly, as though using it to keep himself grounded. He just wanted to sleep, just wanted to let go and he closed his eyes though, unfortunately for him, he remained conscious. Logan's breathing was slightly ragged and every time he took a breath in, a fresh wave of pain washed over him. Everything hurt, but he didn't know how to convey that to Alex without the use of his voice.
Alexander Smythe
He fumbled with his phone; making the 911 call. He had to ignore Logan's request not to call them. He couldn't deal with this by himself, not without risking further injury. Logan needed real help and he needed it soon. He explained the situation as best he could; described their location. He was able to describe it better than Logan because he'd been completely conscious and aware as he made his way through the trees. He emphasised how much of an emergency it was; and while they offered to stay on the line, there was no need. Logan didn't need CPR; he was conscious now and he was breathing. There was no real first aid to be talked through.
'I'm not going to leave you Lo. But I had to call them. I'm not equipped to deal with this by myself. You need real help but I'll stay with you. I'll talk for you.' he promised, holding him as best he could. 'I've got you sweetheart and I'm not leaving.'
Logan Anderson
Logan sobbed when he realised Alex was calling the emergency services. Oh god, Matthew really would kill him. They'd ask questions, more than they had the last time he was taken to the hospital, and they would be more persistent this time, as it would be his second visit in just a few weeks. And his injuries were much worse than before. His sobs were loud, raw, as Alex spoke to them, trying to force himself into sitting up so he could pull his arm away from the phone. But he could barely move.
While he was relieved Alex would stay with him, it didn't stop his fear and he slowly reached up for his arm, tugging at it weakly and shaking his head. There were tears rolling down his cheeks and as Alex spoke, he was shaking his head again. "He... g-going to kill me," he said hoarsely. Logan's entire body was trembling by now and he was terrified, looking around and squinting in the dark, as though expecting his boyfriend to make an appearance. "We... h-have to go. He m-m-might come back."
Alexander Smythe
'Sweetheart, he's not going to touch you. I will never let anyone touch you like this again. I'm not leaving your side, even if you tell me to go again. I'm through listening to that. You're my friend, I care about you and I'm going to do everything in my power to protect you.' he insisted, reaching down to brush his tears away. 'I know everything must be so confusing for you right now but I need you to hear that and now that I mean it, that I've got you and that I will protect you.' he soothed, keeping his voice calm and quiet. 'He's not going to come back Lo.'
He held him as close as he could while they waited, humming softly to him when there were no words to be exchanged. He did everything he could to make Logan fully aware of his presence; to reassure him that he wasn't alone. He heard the sirens before he noticed the faint blue glow coming from the direction of his car. 'We're over here!' he yelled, holding one hand up and waving it back and forth. 'Here!' He shouted, desperately trying to attract the attention of the paramedics. 'You're gonna be okay Lo. There are people here who can help you.'
Logan Anderson
Logan was still sobbing, even as Alex brushed his tears away. He shifted where he was and shook his head at Alex's words. He didn't understand, he didn't know what Matthew was capable of. Logan had to get better and then he'd have to go back with him, it was just how they worked. He had no choice. Logan let out a little whimper as Alex began to hum, his eyes closing. He didn't have to say anything, didn't have to force himself to speak, and he cuddled in closer to Alex, crying quietly.
But then Alex started yelling and he let out a loud sob, bringing his hands up over his ears, terrified. After a moment he realised Alex was signalling to the paramedics that had pulled up and Logan let out a terrified whimper. They moved over quickly and he blinked as he looked up at Alex, trying to nod. The paramedics slowly took over from Alex and he frowned a little. Were they moving? Or was it getting darker? And before he really knew what was happening, Logan had lost consciousness, still holding Alex's hand tightly.
Alexander Smythe
He wouldn't have known anything about Logan's condition if it hadn't been for an older nurse who happened to check in on him long after visiting hours had ended. He had fought, promised enormous amounts of money, reiterated that he was the only person Logan trusted and how important it was for him to still be there when he woke up; in the end, they'd accepted a ten thousand dollar donation from the Smythe Foundation and decided to say nothing more about him being there.
The older nurse, Martha, had taken one look at him, fingers laced with Logan's and eyes focused on his face and asked 'do you love him?' His answer had been immediate. 'Yes.' He didn't stop to think about how she might have meant it because he did love Logan; in some capacity, he loved him. As it turned out, Martha had a gay grandson who had been in a similar position after his boyfriend had been in a car accident. She clued him in as much as she could without giving too much away; she also advised him that Logan's emergency contact had been called.
Breakfast the next morning came and went; and still he sat. Martha had checked in on him coming off her shift and offered to buy him a few hygiene essentials from the gift shop before she went him. He took her offer and did his best to freshen up right there in Logan's room. All he could do was wait; Logan would wake up when he was ready. And he would be there when he did.
Logan Anderson
The first thing Logan noticed was that the environment was eerily quiet. Wherever he was, there wasn't much noise. A slow, steady beeping filled his ears, but not much else. He wasn't sure how long he lay there, listening to the beeping, but it was oddly soothing and regular. The second thing he noticed was a strange feeling in his nose, like there was a tube there or something. It was irritating but he couldn't move his body. His brain was telling him to just move his arm, to just push the irritating thing away. But he barely twitched. And the third thing he noticed was a warm pressure against his hand. For some reason, this touch comforted him and he twitched his fingers, as though trying to get closer to it. Logan wasn't sure why, but he wanted the pressure to stay, to never leave.
And then, all at once, the feeling came back to his body. It was with a huge, shuddering gasp that his eyes were flying open and Logan was sitting bolt upright, as though terrified. Where was he? Why was he laying down? And why was Alex there, of all people? His hands were shaking a little and he could hear the beeping, though there was nothing regular about it now. It was fast, somewhat uneven, and Logan looked around wildly, not understanding where he was or how he got there. Or, why Alex was in the room. Logan's hand came up and ripped the nasal cannula from his face, trying to pull the other wires from his arm and his hand in a blind panic.
Alexander Smythe
He was shocked into action and he squeezed Logan's hand. 'Lo, Logan.' he said firmly. 'Stop. Please sweetheart. You're okay.' he promised, standing to his feet and gently trying to catch his other hand. He couldn't call a nurse while he was acting so erratically because they would only frighten him more. 'Logan, listen to me okay? All you have to do is breathe nice and easy for me. Breathe with me.' he asked, fighting to keep the panic out of his own voice. 'Look at me, look at me Sweetheart.'
Logan Anderson
Logan turned sharply, taking in Alex's worried appearance. Why was he here? Why was Logan here? His breathing was heavy, as though he'd just run a great distance. And everything hurt. Why was his body hurting so much? He glanced down at his leg, swallowing hard when he saw it wrapped in a thick cast. He looked down at the rest of his body and frowned at the sight of the hospital gown. Hospital. He was in hospital. Which explained why Alex looked so worried and frightened. But why was he there? What had happened?
And then it hit.
Like a punch to the gut, Logan remembered everything. The furious screams from Matthew, the angry beating and he was pretty sure sex had been involved, but he didn't want to think about that, his stomach churning unpleasantly. It all came back. The car journey, being thrown out and cold, so cold. And... Oh god. He'd spoken to Alex. Physically spoken to him.
Logan turned to look at him again, his body still trembling. Alex had heard him speak. He'd heard his voice, something Logan never let anyone hear. Matthew had never even heard it, not unless you counted cries of pain and mumbling in his sleep. But that thought brought another thought to his mind. Where was Matthew? He didn't know how to ask without his phone, and he didn't know where his phone was. The last thing he remembered was clutching at Alex as though he was his lifeline. Logan knew he had to be brave so he mustered up his courage and looked at Alex, clearly terrified.
"W-Where's... M-M-Matthew?"
Alexander Smythe
'That's it Lo.' he promised, keeping his gaze focused squarely on the dark haired man. 'You just keep looking at me and breathing nice and easy for me. You are safe here. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you.' He didn't want to mention Matthew's name or the fact that based on his testament and DNA evidence found on Logan's body that Matthew had been arrested and was being held pending Logan's statement.
When he felt like Logan's breathing had evened out, he took his phone out of his pocket and handed it over to him. 'Your phone was broken and I haven't been able to get you a new one; but I downloaded an app for you to use on my phone for the time being.' he explained. He'd set his phone to 'Do Not Disturb' ensuring Logan could use it without interruption. 'It's right there, see.' he explained, leaning over the side of the bed to direct him to the correct app. 'I don't want you to have to talk unless you want to.' he explained.
His question was a hard one to answer. He didn't think Logan was ready to hear the truth yet but he didn't want to lie to him. 'Matthew isn't going to be a problem Lo.' he explained. 'I promise you I'll tell you more later but for right now I really need you to trust me on that. He's not going to touch you ever again.' In a move that surprised himself, he brought Logan's hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it. 'I promise I'm going to be here for you. Can I call a doctor in to check you over?'
Logan Anderson
Logan's fear showed as he watched Alex, drawing away from him when he brought a hand out. Although he relaxed slightly when he realised Alex was simply handing him his phone. Logan's was broken? He wasn't sure when that had happened, he'd managed to go call Alex after all. But he had lost consciousness. Maybe his phone had fallen. He didn't know.
For some reason, Alex's words didn't make him feel better. He was thankful he'd downloaded an app for Logan to use to communicate and he was touched that he'd thought about it. But not knowing where Matthew was made him uneasy. What if he came back? What if he managed to sneak in and finish the job he'd started and kill him?
Logan didn't say anything for a while, holding Alex's phone in his hand and looking down at it. He felt his other hand being moved up and kissed and found himself letting out a little whimper, his cheeks pink. But he typed slowly, trying to focus on what he was saying.
"You c-can... you can call a doctor. But I need to know where he is. Where Matthew is. What if he comes back? I don't want him to come back. He'll kill me for even being here, Alex."
Alexander Smythe
He growled. He couldn't help it and he apologised immediately. The idea that Logan had truly believed Matthew was going to kill him brought out a vicious, primal reaction that he couldn't control. He'd kill Matthew before he let him touch Logan again. 'Matthew's been arrested sweetheart.' he said quietly, going against his better judgement. 'I gave a testimony based on the little you told me, based on what I knew. His DNA was all over you; in ways it couldn't have been if he were a loving boyfriend so that was -- that was enough to have him arrested. He's being held pending your statement. But that's absolutely not something you need to think about now. You don't need to worry about it at all, I promise. I've made it very clear to the police that you won't be speaking to anyone until you're good and ready.' he assured him.
He took a breath, realising how much he'd said and how quickly. There was a call button for a doctor on the remote on Logan's bed and he pressed it. 'You're gonna be fine Lo.' he repeated, half trying to convince himself.
Logan Anderson
Logan let out a whimper of fear at the noise that left Alex and he drew back a little, eyes wide. But then he said he'd been arrested and Logan felt like he was going to throw up. Matthew had been arrested? But then Alex mentioned his DNA being all over him and Logan wrapped his arms around himself as though to hide his body. It made him feel sick, now that Alex knew what had happened. Even if Logan himself didn't fully know what happened.
"He can't have been arrested..." Logan typed into the phone tearfully. "He said I can't ever tell anyone what happened. It's why I never told you. I can't tell anyone what he did." Logan wiped his tears away, feeling sick. "His DNA was all over me?"
Alexander Smythe
'You don't -- I don't know everything. I don't know all the details but Martha -- She was your nurse when you first got in here. She took pity on me because no-one would tell me anything. They weren't even going to let me stay here with you.' he said in as gentle a tone as he could manage. With his free hand, he reached up to wipe Logan's tears away.
'I can only imagine what you've been through, what poison he's whispered in your ear all these years Lo, but the best thing you ever did was call me. It was the best thing because now I can help you. Nothing he ever told you was true. You don't deserve this.' he insisted, his own voice cracking a little with emotion. 'He - he raped you Lo.' he said in a whisper. 'That's only one reason they arrested him. He's not getting out.'
Logan Anderson
Again, Logan was flinching at the touch despite knowing it was just Alex wiping his tears away. He frowned at his words because there was no poison. The only reason he called Alex was because he needed help getting home. He never wanted to be brought to hospital. Logan looked away from Alex as he spoke, unable to look at him. But then he mentioned being raped and Logan dropped the phone, looking up in alarm.
"N-No," he whispered out loud before he'd realised it and then blushed, immediately reaching for his phone so he could type instead. "Don't be stupid. I wasn't raped. He didn't rape me. I'm his boyfriend, we had sex, I think. Boyfriends have sex, it's what we do. Don't be stupid. They can't have arrested him for that."
Alexander Smythe
'Logan, did you want to have sex with him?' he asked. Normally, sex was a topic he felt incredibly confident talking about but he felt completely out of his depth here. Perhaps he shouldn't be the one telling him any of this; he should have left it for a doctor but somehow he couldn't stand the thought of the heartbreaking news being delivered by a stranger. 'There was some damage. Down there. And I don't think you're the type to be into sex as rough as that. But you can correct me if I'm wrong.' he said quietly.
Logan Anderson
"Stop!" Again, Logan spoke out loud and he pulled away from Alex. He threw the phone down defiantly, refusing to talk anymore. He didn't want to think about it. He wasn't raped. They were boyfriends. Even if he couldn't remember it. Their sex had always been rough, it's just how it was.
But then the door opened and a doctor came in. Logan looked up in alarm and pulled his covers closer to his body. He didn't want to do this, didn't want to hear the extent of the damage to his body. He just wanted to go home, to curl up and sleep for days, the same way he always did after a particularly rough beating from Matthew. But he knew he couldn't and even as the doctor started talking, tears rolled down Logan's cheeks silently, still clutching at his blankets as though his life depended on it.
Alexander Smythe
The doctor looked at him somewhat helplessly; he knew the people there felt pity for Logan. They all seemed like good people, people who genuinely cared as evidenced by Martha who'd broken rules to give him some information. He promised the doctor he'd confirm any information with Logan who refused to respond; and once his vitals had been checked, the man took his leave.
'I'll leave if you want me to. I'm not going to force my company on you because you get a choice in who comes here.' he explained. 'But I don't want to leave Logan. I don't want to be away from you.' he insisted earnestly. 'If you don't want me to be in here, I'll sit outside your room until your emergency contact gets here and then it'll be entirely up to you if you see me again. But I hope you don't send me away.'
Logan Anderson
Logan remained unresponsive as the doctor tried to coax him to speak, to get him to use the app to talk if he wasn't comfortable doing so physically. But Logan kept his eyes down, staring at his knees and said nothing, made no effort to even look up at the doctor. He was humiliated by this whole thing and he wanted to run. Alex had mentioned damage, down there, and he could feel it. God, of course he could, he ached even with the painkillers he was getting from the wires and such in his arms. The doctor left after what felt like an age, leaving he and Alex alone again. Logan didn't know what was worse.
He was about to lay on the bed and roll over, so his back was to the other man when he froze. Emergency contact? But that was Blaine. And if Blaine had been told, then the rest of his family would know as well. His stomach heaved and before he'd realised what he was doing, Logan was trying to get out out of bed, holding onto the wall for support. Of course, he didn't get very far with the cast all the way up to his knee from his clearly broken bone, but it didn't stop him from trying to get away.
"N-N-No," Logan said, looking at Alex with a fearful expression. "Why did you contact him? B-B-Blaine can't come here! He can't see me... like this." For the first time in his life, something frightened him more than the thought of talking in front of someone. Logan's voice was still hoarse but the fear and panic were obvious in his tone. "I h-have to go. C-Can't be here. I want to go home!"
Alexander Smythe
'Logan, sweetheart, listen. You need to breathe.' he approached him with his hands raised in front of his chest, palms facing the other in the hopes he would see he wasn't a threat. 'I didn't call anyone; the hospital did. You were unconscious and obviously I'm not allowed to make any decisions for you.' he explained gently. 'I'm going to touch you okay? Just to help you get back into bed. You're going to do yourself damage.'
He didn't tell him that technically he could tell the hospital that he didn't want Blaine to be able to visit him; in his head he figured if her couldn't get through to him, perhaps his twin could. 'You can't go home yet Lo. You can't discharge yourself because they haven't finished treating you.' he said, allowing his tone to be a little firmer. He didn't know where to draw the line between soft and tough love but it had to be somewhere.
Logan Anderson
Logan flinched when Alex came near him, whispering a quiet 'no' before he slumped against the wall, breathing heavily. There were tears rolling down his cheeks and he shook his head again, his good leg trembling violently beneath him from the effort it was taking him to remain upright. Logan sobbed again and nodded, making himself as small as possible. He knew he had no choice - he had to stay, had to come to terms with what had happened, but that didn't mean he liked it.
"P-P-Please don't leave," Logan whispered, looking up at Alex. "I d-don't want... to face this on my own. I need you... Everyone's g-going to be so angry with me. B-Blaine will, because I didn't t-tell."
Alexander Smythe
He reached out to touch his waist, much in the same he had done from almost the moment they met. One hand, lingering against him for a few seconds before he pulled away. He didn't know if that was comforting to Logan or not; but he knew about his anxiety, he knew how easily frightened he could be and he hoped something familiar would be soothing.
'I'm not going to leave you Lo.' he promised, holding his gaze as he spoke. 'I'm here for you and I'm not going anywhere. But no-one's going to be angry with you. Blaine loves you; the only thing he's going to feel is worry.' He opened his arms, close enough that Logan could fall against him if he so chose. 'Please let me help you back into bed.' he requested a second time.
Logan Anderson
Logan almost flinched and moved away from the touch. But he didn't, though the fear was obvious on his face. He nodded at his words, trusting Alex to stay with him. It didn't stop how scared he felt though and he watched the other man closely. Blaine would be mad, they all would be. But it didn't compare to anything than what Matthew was going to do. If he ever saw him, if he ever got out... Logan shuddered. There was still so much he didn't know but he was exhausted. With a glance up at Alex, he nodded, letting himself move forwards and wrap his arms around him, feeling too weak to stay on his feet any longer. "I'm s-s-sorry," Logan said hoarsely. "For lying to you... And the things I s-said when you asked if he was... if he... I'm sorry. I was frightened."
Alexander Smythe
He held him as gently as he could, supporting his weight and allowing himself to breathe a sigh of relief. 'You don't need to apologise to me Lo. I understand. I know you're still frightened now but I'm going to do everything I can to take that fear away; I'm going to stay with you until you're discharged. You can move in with me if you don't wanna go with your brother; and I won't take any arguments about it. Those are your choices.' It was difficult to lift him off the ground; not because he was heavy but because of the cast. He did his best to support as much of his weight as possible and positioned him against the extra pillows he'd insisted be provided. 'You can sleep if you want to sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up.'
Logan Anderson
Logan didn't answer. Instead he simply sobbed quietly against his chest as he moved him back over to the bed, keeping a tight grip on him. He didn't want to get his hopes up about being able to move in with Alex because he knew the chances of it happening were very slim. Alex would probably change his mind, get frustrated like everyone else did, and then Logan would be left alone. When he was back against the bed Logan was aching, moving having clearly flared up some of his injuries and he winced as he settled down against it, rolling onto his side, facing his friend. "P-Please stay," he whispered, holding Alex's hand as tightly as he could. "I don't... don't want to be alone."
Alexander Smythe
'You're not going to be alone sweetheart. I'm not going to go anywhere.' he promised him earnestly. 'You just close your eyes and try to get some sleep. I'll be here; I won't let go of your hand.' he assured him, returning the squeeze. 'You're pretty much my best friend Logan. I love you and I'm gonna support you through everything that comes after this. He brought his hand to his lips again and pressed a firm kiss against his soft skin. 'I'll be around you so much that you get absolutely sick of seeing my face.' he said, offering him a small smile.
Logan Anderson
Logan let out a quiet sob. He still didn't quite believe Alex but what could he do? He couldn't physically walk, let alone leave the hospital. So instead he simply nodded, curling in tighter on himself and making sure he kept ahold of Alex's hand. "T-Thank you," he whispered, closing his eyes and falling into a very uneasy sleep, one that was plagued with nightmares and flashbacks.
NOTES: Alex and Blaine explore a new kink and have the roughest play they’ve ever had, though it ends with Alex needing some aftercare as well as Blaine.
Alexander Smythe
It's become a pleasant routine for Blaine to kneel at his feet in the evenings. It's something they both enjoy; it's comforting. Sometimes he stays there all evening and sometimes it's only for minutes before Alexander finds himself pulling him onto his lap for something less innocent than watching television together. Tonight is no different. Blaine's sitting there, beautifully, and he's looking up at him with golden eyes that make him melt every time he looks into them for too long. 'Come sit on the couch with me tonight.' he invited, patting the space beside him rather than his lap. 'You and I need to have a little check-in with one another.' he explained, offering him his hand to help him get to his feet.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine had grown used to their routine very quickly. It surprised him, how naturally serving the other man came to him but he absolutely loved it. He still had a routine, still had rules, a little stricter than they had been before, but he loved it and serving Alex was his favourite thing to do. Just like any other night, he was on his knees at Alex's feet, watching him and waiting for the evening's orders. He smiled at the words and nodded, taking Alex's hand and sitting on the couch beside him, legs crossed beneath him. He looked tiny like this, especially as he was in one of Alex's old hoodies. But he beamed at his Master, making sure he sat as close as possible to him.
"A check in, Sir?" He repeated, head tilted to the side a little. "What do you mean? I haven't been bad have I? Because I've been trying really hard to be good for you with our new routine!"
Alexander Smythe
‘Take a deep breath sweetheart.’ He instructed with a laugh. ‘You know if you’d been bad, or broken any rules, I would have made you aware of it before now.’ He pointed out. He turned so that his back was pressed against the arm of the chair, and he was facing his boy. It put a little more distance between them but he reached out and took his hand to make up for it.
‘You haven’t been bad. I just think we need to keep checking in with one another about what’s happening between us, how we’re feeling about the changes.’ He clarified, flashing him a smile. ‘So talk to me. You can speak freely and there are no negative consequences from this talk. There’s no punishments Blaine so you can be completely honest.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine released a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding when Alex assured him he hadn't been bad. Realistically, he knew he hadn't been broken any rules. But this was new to him, to both of them, and he didn't know if he'd accidentally messed something up. It was a relief to know he hadn't. He furrowed his brow at the distance between them but realised Alex simply wanted to face him and happily took his hand, gently playing with his fingers as he listened.
"What do you want to talk about?" Blaine asked, a little confused. "You mean how I feel now we've changed the rules a little? I don't know. I really like serving you," he admitted with a blush. "I like knowing that everything about me is yours. I completely belong to you and I love that. I like being... being on my knees for you. And... I don't know... Do you want to know about the things I like... sexually?" Blaine grinned, shifting a little and tugging at the sleeves of Alex's hoodie, looking smaller than ever. "Um... I don't really know where to start, Sir."
Alexander Smythe
‘Well, clearly someone has been thinking all sorts of terrible thoughts.’ He remarked, arching a brow. His lips formed a smirk as he watched Blaine shift. ‘I want to know in a little more detail than that how you’re feeling about everything.’ He prompted. ‘What are some of the things you like the most? Is there anything you don’t like?’ He continued, playing easily with Blaine’s fingers.
‘But if you want to tell me about some of your sexual desires, I’m all ears.’ He said, leaning forward with interest. ‘Ah I don’t buy that. I think you’re very aware of all or most of the things you like now. You’re not the same shy boy I met a year ago.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine wrinkled his nose a little as he thought. Things had shifted between them - it was like the entire dynamic of their relationship had changed. They loved one another, that was obvious, but Alex was now most definitely in charge. And Blaine loved it, though he wasn't sure why. With anyone else, he'd have probably hated this. Blaine looked down at their fingers, biting his lower lip as he thought.
"I don't know," he said honestly. "There's nothing we've done that I don't really like. I love knowing you're in charge, that you make the rules I follow. I can't even explain why, I just really like it." Blaine's cheeks flushed a little when Alex mentioned his desires and he ran his hand through his curls. "I'm... still a little shy," he protested, but laughed at his own words. "Okay, so I'm not shy when it comes to sex around you, but that's because I spend more time naked then clothed around you. Not that it's a bad thing," he added, shrugging. "I'm... not sure. I really like it when you tie me up and... sensory play. That's really something I want to explore, I think."
Blaine's voice trailed off, his cheeks flushing. "When... When we first spent the night together, back at Wellington. The morning after where you put me over your knee and... you spanked me. It was really hot. I really liked it, Sir."
Alexander Smythe
‘Are you fucking kidding me, you little minx?’ He hummed, eyes wide and the surprise evident on his face. ‘How have you been mine for almost a year and you’ve not once mentioned the fact that you liked being over my lap?’ He asked, completely disbelieving that he’d missed something so clear? Important? However you described it, he’d missed it and he could not believe he’d done so.
‘What did you like about it sweetheart?’ He teased fondly. He could have given him options, guided his answers but he wanted to make Blaine squirm. He wanted to tease and push him into a less comfortable space.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine's cheeks burned and he covered his face with his free hand, unable to stop himself from smiling a little. He shrugged a little, still biting his lower lip. It was just something that never came up since the first time they'd done it. Everything with Braxton had happened and then Alex had been so careful and gentle with him. And then... then he'd been punished using the belt. He was worried it'd have ruined spanking for Alex forever.
"I... I liked how it felt," he said uncertainly, slowly lowering his hand so he could look at his Master. "I... I liked how it felt when you smacked my ass and it stung, just enough to feel good, you know? Being over your knee, being completely vulnerable for you... and being tender afterwards, just enough to know you've been there but not so much that I can't move... I enjoyed it a lot."
Alexander Smythe
‘Why have you never told me any of this before? This is - It’s obviously something you want on some level. It’s something you enjoy so why have you never brought it up?’ He frowned, brow furrowing. He didn’t look angry; and he wasn’t. He wasn’t upset. He was just confused.
‘Over the knee is a pretty particular thing to like.’ He mused, pulling his lower lip free from his teeth. ‘Before I go on, don’t you ever hide your face from me again. Do you understand?’ He warned. ‘It’s a particular thing to like because a lot of people consider it to be a very childlike punishment. You’re over your Master’s knee, exposed, unable to move and you are essentially, being treated like a bratty child. Do you want to be a brat Blaine?’
Blaine Anderson
"I don't know," Blaine said honestly. "I guess I just never thought about it. I enjoyed it when we first did it, but then everything happened with my brother and you were so careful with me for so long, it just never really came up." He refused to say Braxton's name - they were in a better place now and he was a thing of the past. "And after the punishment I had a few weeks ago, it didn't seem right to bring it up. I didn't know if that had ruined all kinds of spanking for you."
Blaine held his breath when his lower lip was tugged from his teeth and Alex spoke to him, his tone changing. He nodded at him, not wanting to disappoint, and practically melted against him. When Alex spoke to him like this, it was like Blaine was more submissive than ever, more eager to serve him. "Yes, Master," he breathed, looking up at him and nodding again. He didn't know if he wanted to be a brat as such, but it'd be easy to pretend, easy to fall into their role just so they could explore each other's kinks. "And what if I do, Sir? What are you going to do about it?"
Alexander Smythe
‘Even if you did think what happened a few weeks ago might have ruined things for me, you should still always tell me these things sweetheart.’ He said firmly. It might have been unhealthy but he didn’t like the idea of any secrets existing g between them. They’d worked too hard to overcome everything so not be able to talk openly.
‘Take your clothes off. Brats don’t get clothes.’ He instructed, pulling his hand away and fixing Blaine with a carefully crafted glare.
Blaine Anderson
"I'm sorry, Sir," he said softly, ducking his head for a moment. "I didn't think... I just didn't really think about it. I'll try harder in future." Blaine gave him a smile and reached up, brushing his fingers down his cheek gently. but then Alex's tone had changed and his cheeks were turning pink but he nodded, getting to his feet slowly. It was easy from there to take his clothes off, leaving him completely naked in front of his Master. He usually was - if anything, it was unusual to see him in clothes around their home. This was how he was comfortable with Alex and Blaine dropped to his knees as soon as he was naked, keeping his eyes fixed on him, waiting.
Alexander Smythe
He could see the blush rising on Blaine’s cheeks and it absolutely thrilled him. He hoped, that no matter how comfortable they became with one another, that Blaine would never lose that. He moved forward so that his feet were now planted firmly on the ground, and he was sitting on the edge of the couch. He leaned into Blaine, lips a breath apart and grinned. ‘Brats don’t get kisses either.’ He teased, lingering close to him for a moment before he pulled back. ‘But look at you, you’re almost kneeling the way a good boy would.’ In reality, there was absolutely no flaw to be found in Blaine’s form and he hoped he knew that, that he wouldn’t take his comment seriously.
He had to remind himself to stay in check. Yes, Blaine had expressed an interest in sparking but that didn’t mean he wanted to try other forms of pain play; that was simply a kink he would need to keep shelved. He was curious to see if Blaine would be able to make himself act out, all in play of course. In his head, he was screaming at him to give him a reason to haul him over his lap, but it wasn’t something he could verbally direct. It needed to come from Blaine.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine was taken aback when Alex moved closer to him but didn't kiss him, immediately pouting. He wanted bratty? Blaine would show him bratty. He sat up a little straighter and folding his arms across his chest, scowling.
"I want kisses," Blaine whined, looking up at him. They were in a scene, so to speak, so he trusted Alex not to take his behaviour seriously. They were exploring a new kink and having fun. "I guess I'll have to go and get kisses from someone else then, if my Master won't do it for me!"
Alexander Smythe
He’d played with bratty slaves before. It was always done in good fun but none of them had ever managed to be quite so adorable as Blaine; who he suspected didn’t really have a bratty bone in his body. He hooked his finger in the ring of his collar and tugged him forward roughly. He might feel like he was gonna fall forwards but Alexander was ready to support him.
‘And just who do you think would want to kiss a brat like you hm?’ He prompted. ‘No, there are definitely more we’ll-behaved slaves out there who deserve to be kissed. What you deserve is to be held over your Master’s lap and spanked until your ass is as red as your face right now.’ He smirked. ‘Well Brat, over my lap. Or do I have to force you there?’ He queried, arching a brow.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine gasped when Alex used the ring in his collar to yank him forwards, nearly toppling over. He almost smiled at his Master but resisted. They were playing right now and it was fun, he had to admit. He frowned at the words and pulled back a little, as though trying to move out of his grip.
"Plenty of people will want to kiss me! Especially if I walked out like this, completely naked. I bet they couldn't keep their hands off me!" Blaine raised an eyebrow when he was told to get over his lap, folding his arms across his chest stubbornly once more.
"No."
Alexander Smythe
He pulled roughly, forcing Blaine up into his feet. Rough play wasn’t something they engaged in often, if at all, and he had to admit that he liked it. He liked not having to treat Blaine like a piece of fine china that could break if he held him too hard; and he was in a place now where he trusted Blaine would tell him if it ever did become too much. ‘Say no to me one more time brat.’ He warned dangerously, eyes glinting.
He tugged Blaine down and forced him over his lap. ‘This is exactly where brats belong.’ He commented, moving his hand from his collar in order to lay it across Blaine’s back and firmly hold him in place.
Blaine Anderson
He was yanked to his feet and Blaine raised his chin stubbornly, still looking at his Master. "No," Blaine said again, the ghost of a smirk appearing in his lips. He yelped when Alex pulled him down over his lap, putting him on display.
"I'm not a brat," Blaine said, turning his head to look at Alex and pouting. The hand was firm on his back, keeping him in place. Blaine squirmed beneath him, still whining. "Daddy," he groaned, trying to get out of his grip. "I'm not a brat!"
Alexander Smythe
He froze for only a second when Blaine called him Daddy. It seemed his boy was determined to surprise him today. In all the time they’d been together, despite him expressing enjoyment of the title, Blaine had never called him that. He’d never pushed it because he’d never wanted to ignite painful memories; the most he’d ever done was adopt the term little one when Blaine was being incredibly sweet or when he wanted to be especially comforting.
‘You are absolutely a brat. Refusing to do what Daddy said, suggesting you had the right to show yourself off.’ He tsked, making a quick recovery. He leaned his weight slightly in the forearm he was now using to hold Blaine in place. ‘You should really be begging for a spanking. If you don’t want to be a brat, you’d be begging Daddy to help you be a good boy again.’
Blaine Anderson
"No," Blaine said stubbornly again, shifting his hips so his ass was on further display for his Master, grinning to himself. "Do you want me to beg for a spanking, Daddy? For you to turn my cheeks red?"
Blaine wasn't sure what had come over him. Maybe it was because Alex was so protective over him and that was what spurred him to calling him 'Daddy'. Protecting like one was supposed to. And god, he loved him. He loved him so much he was sure his heart would burst. "Please spank me, Daddy," he said softly, looking up at him with his big, innocent eyes. "I don't want to be a brat. I want to be your good boy."
Alexander Smythe
Blaine, who was anything but innocent at this stage, played the role of the innocent partner so well and it sent all of his blood south. He slid his hand over the curve of Blaine’s ass, sliding his fingers briefly between his cheeks to tease at his puckered hole. ‘I’m sure you can beg better than that.’ He observed, giving his cheeks a slight swat. ‘I don’t believe you really want to be my good boy. You’re not being very convincing.’ He explained casualty, acting as though he weren’t as effected by this as Blaine was.
This was his favourite form of play. There were something so unbelievably intoxicating about someone trusting you enough to willingly submit to pain, knowing that you’d bring them pleasure. He knew, in the back of his mind, that there was really more to be said, more to talk about but Blaine’s confession and current position had him thoroughly distracted.
Blaine Anderson
The hand on his ass had him groaning softly and he hissed at the teasing to his hold. Blaine hadn't even realised how hard he was until he'd shifted and pressed against Alex's own length and looked up at him, mouth slightly open in surprise.
"Please, Daddy," he whined, gasping at the slight smack to his cheeks. "Please, I want to be your good boy. I want to be good for you, I don't want to be a brat. Daddy, please. Please show me how to be good. Please, I'm sorry."
Alexander Smythe
He was only too happy to oblige Blaine. He raised his hand and brought it down with a hard smack against his cheeks. He could feel Blaine’s arousal already pressed against him, and it inspired him. If Blaine was going to play at being a brat, Alexander was going to ensure he experienced every aspect of that persona.
‘Count out loud for Daddy little one.’ He instructed. He landed several firm smacks, building up the heat in his skin so that he could go harder later.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine groaned at the harder smack, arching his back a little. He nodded at the words and began to count with every snack against his skin, knowing it had turned a brilliant shade of red already. It stung but god, he loved it and couldn't get enough.
"Daddy," he whined after ten, shifting on his lap. "Please, Daddy. I don't want to be a brat, I want to be a good boy for you. It feels so good when you hit me, Sir." Blaine turned to glance at his Master, shifting again as his length ached to be touched, trying to get some pressure against him. "Please, Daddy."
Alexander Smythe
‘It feels like Daddy should have put a ring around your cock before this started.’ He mused, all too aware of Blaine’s slight shift. As of this moment, he had no intention of actually letting Blaine orgasm tonight but his mind would probably be easily changed if Blaine kept moving his hips like that.
He started to bring his hand down harder, focusing on the fleshiest parts of Blaine’s cheeks. He didn’t want to leave any sting that would last beyond this evening; this was supposed to be a gentle introduction to pain play but it was so difficult not to get carried away. ‘Are you a brat Blaine Smythe?’ He asked, slapping his hand with a crack against his skin. ‘I want you to admit it so Daddy can punish you properly.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine shifted his hips again, moaning loudly at the pressure he had against his erection and pushed down a little, eager to get more. But he was brought back by the harder smacks and cried out softly, closing his eyes for a moment.
"Y-Yess, Daddy," he gasped, hands clenching into firsts at the swats. "Yes, Daddy, I'm a brat. Please, please punish me for being bratty. I deserve it."
Alexander Smythe
He'd been keeping count in his head, and they were close to reaching forty swats. He'd decided that was where he was going to stop. His strikes had been measured enough that while delivering a good sting, Blaine wouldn't suffer from anything more than bright red skin, a lasting heat and some discomfort. There would be no bruising. He slowed as he landed the last five slaps; landing them against the same spot across his cheeks.
'You're such a good boy Blaine.' he hummed, rubbing his hand over the reddened skin. 'How are you feeling?' he prompted, keeping him in that position a little long until he could be sure he'd properly caught his breath.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine's body trembled a little as Alex continued to smack against his skin, closing his eyes. He gasped at the sudden change of pressure, the gentle rubbing against his tender skin and he glanced at him, giving a small smile.
"I'm... I'm okay, Sir," he said honestly, ignoring how hard he was and shifting a little in Alex's lap. "I... really enjoyed that. I'm a little sore but I like it, Master."
Alexander Smythe
'When you're ready to move Blaine, I want you to slip off my lap and get back on your knees.' he instructed, lifting his arm from where it had been braced against his back. He continued to tease his fingertips against the reddened skin, almost groaning at the heat emanating from his skin. 'I want to see how turned on you are sweetheart. I want to see exactly how much you enjoyed feeling my hand smack your perfect ass.' he teased brightly. This was a kink he wanted to explore more of and to do so, he needed a complete understanding of what Blaine enjoyed about it, and how much he enjoyed it. 'I can feel your cock hard against my thighs but that's not nearly enough.'
Blaine Anderson
Blaine was moving immediately, pushing himself up and off Alex's lap. He leaned up to kiss him soundly before he slipped down and got onto his knees. His cock was aching and begging for attention, but he ignored it, folding his hands behind his back.
"I... I really enjoyed it, Sir," he said, cheeks slightly pink. "And... I don't know where me calling you Daddy came from but... it was really hot. You calling me 'little one' and taking care of me..." Blaine realised he was rambling and stopped, blushing again.
Alexander Smythe
‘You know that’s something I like being called,’ He remarked. Like was an understatement; the first time Blaine said it, his mind had immediately conjured the most delicious images of Blaine bent over the back of the couch, desperately crying for Daddy to fuck him harder.
‘Look at that pretty cock of yours.’ He mused, drawing attention to his flushed length. ‘Isn’t it a pity that brats don’t get orgasms?’ He teased, reaching down to squeeze his hand tightly around him. ‘Normally, I’d tie you down, and strap a vibrator to that cock and milk you slowly.’ He explained. ‘Brats don’t get to enjoy the rush of an orgasm. However, you’ve shown me you’re trying to be good, so I could be convinced to let you have something else.’ He explained, releasing his grip. ‘If you want to cum little one, you’re going to need to hump Daddy’s leg for the friction you need to do so. Under no circumstances are you permitted to touch yourself.’ He informed him firmly. ‘If you don’t want to do that, you can simply say so and Daddy can take care of you in his own way.’
Blaine Anderson
"You mentioned it a while ago, but it's something I never thought about, Sir. But with you calling me 'little one' and looking after me the way you do, it just felt right." Blaine blushed at his own words but smiled. He wasn't sure why he'd liked it so much but it was definitely something he wanted to explore.
Blaine's cheeks turned pink at Alex's words and he glanced down to look at his aching length. It was almost painfully hard and he was desperate for any kind of touch. A sharp gasp left him when his Master's hand came down, his grip tight and almost painful.
"Y-You would m-milk me?" Blaine said, trying not to imagine being tied down like that. It only made him harder and he moaned softly. His cheeks were burning though and he nodded at the words, shifting a little closer to Alex. "I can do that, Daddy! I do want you to do the other thing one day, it sounds fun. Do... do you want me back on your lap?"
Alexander Smythe
‘I think one day, I’ll milk you for hours.’ He whispered, leaning in to talk against Blaine’s ear as though they were sharing some secret from everyone. ‘Perhaps on a bench right here.’ He suggested, gesturing to their lounge. ‘That way, I could continue to go about my day and keep an eye on you.’
He was fully clothed and for a moment he wondered if he should lose his trousers given the mess Blaine was likely to make. But he thought that would take away from the whole fantasy. He wanted to see Blaine thrusting against the rough material.
‘Come sit in my lap little one.’ He invited, sitting back so he could properly lean against the couch. ‘You made Daddy proud so you can enjoy a little treat.’ He winked playfully.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine groaned out loud at the words and nodded eagerly. It was something he'd thought about and something he wanted to try. And who else did he trust more than Alex? Blaine shivered as his Master whispered in his ear but she smiled. "Please, Daddy. That... that sounds amazing."
At the order, Blaine scrambled to his feet and moved so he was in Alex's lap, resting over one of his thighs. Immediately he was rutting his hips down and moaning softly, his head falling back. "Yes, Daddy," he whined, reaching for Alex's hand. "Are you going to fuck me afterwards? I could feel you when I was over your lap. I don't mind you using my ass to feel good." Blaine was rambling again and he didn't care, still rutting his hips against the harsh material of Alex's pants.
Alexander Smythe
‘You forget, little one, that I am your Master and if I want to use your ass for my pleasure, then I will. I don’t need your invitation.’ He knew Blaine liked it when he was controlling and possessive; he hoped the words he growled against his ear would go straight to his cock. His boy knew him well enough to know he would never actually use him without consent but he felt like the possession played into the fantasy.
‘Look at you,’ He teased, leaning back. He allowed his eyes to hold Blaine’s gaze before pointedly moving down his body and staring unashamedly at the way he jerked his hips. ‘You’re such an eager brat for Daddy aren’t you?’ This was significantly hotter than he had first imagined. His mind briefly wandered to introducing elements of pet play, having Blaine on his knees and doing the same thing while he paid him zero attention.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine moaned loudly and nodded, his arms moving to wrap around Alex's neck and hold himself steady as he rolled his hips down against his leg. He nodded at the words because he was eager, desperate for some form of release. That was why he was moving so harshly. It ached, especially from where he'd been spanked, but it felt amazing.
"Yes, Daddy, eager for you," he mumbled, one of his hands moving to brush over Alex's length, biting his lip a little. "Am I... am I allowed to c-cum when I please, Daddy, or do I have to ask first?"
Alexander Smythe
‘If you touch me without permission again little one, I’ll put you right back over my lap and we can start this whole process again.’ He warned, eyes bright with excitement. ‘You have to ask permission brat, and you have to keep moving exactly as you are until I give it to you.’ He explained. This was a fine line to walk; he wanted to push Blaine, he wanted to make him do this until he literally couldn’t do it anymore but he had to ensure that he gave him permission before that happened, before he couldn’t control his body. He didn’t want to put him in a position where he felt like he needed to be punished.
His hands reached around him, and roughly squeezed his ass. He used his grip to help him drive his hips forward harder. Watching the way he worked so hard was the moment he decided that in the very near future, he was going to have his boy fuck him.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine moved his hand away quickly, as though he'd been burned and mumbled an apology. He nodded and continued rutting his hips against his leg, moaning quietly as he did so. The hands were on his ass and the skin was still sensitive, making him whimper a little. But it didn't matter because Alex was working him over and making him move harder than before, making his body tremble.
"Daddy, please," he whined, closing his eyes tightly. "Daddy, I'm so close. I've been h-hard for so long and I don't want to be bad. Please. Please let me cum. I'm begging you, please Daddy."
Alexander Smythe
This was something he would never grow tired of. He’d spent so much time studying every line on Blaine’s body that he could tell when he was close to his orgasm long before Blaine ever said the words. His begging was wonderful, and the words went straight to his own neglected cock. ‘But you were bad little one. You had all that talk about letting another Master touch your body and you haven’t paid the price for that just yet. You are not allowed to cum.’ He informed him firmly.
He landed a very light swat against his ass. ‘Good going. Hump Daddy’s leg and show him how needy you are brat. Make me believe you deserve it after being so naughty.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine whined softly when Alex said he was bad. He sobbed a little when he was told he wasn't allowed to cum but nodded. He wouldn't let his Master down, not if he could help it. There was a smack to his ass and he groaned, gripping at Alex a little tighter.
"Y-Yes, Daddy," he whined, rolling his hips down with more purpose, the dragging against his cock making him moan louder than before. Blaine was shaking a little as he focused on not cumming there and then, closing his eyes tightly as he moved.
Alexander Smythe
Over the last year, he’d heard Blaine make a multitude of noises. He’d made him moan, groan, grunt. His favourite noises however were those that fell from his lips when Blaine was at his most desperate. When he would whine and whimper Alexander’s name and he would find it impossible to give in to exactly what Blaine wanted.
He pulled him down into a sharp kiss, twisting his fingers into Blaine’s curls. ‘Cum for me.’ He growled out against his lips. He thought briefly that perhaps he needed to work on his own stamina, his own ability to resist giving into Blaine but right now, that didn’t have to matter. Right now, was about Blaine giving in to the desire he felt.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine's entire body was shaking and he couldn't focus on anything apart from Alex and just how good it felt to drag his cock along his thigh. It was insane and Blaine wasn't sure how much longer he could last, wasn't sure if he could be good and hold off. But then Alex was giving him permission and he nodded, hips rutting down once, twice more before he finally released, messing Alex's pants and moaning loudly.
Even as he came down from his high, Blaine didn't stop moving his hips. Alex hadn't told him to so even though he felt too sensitive, he didn't stop the harsh pace of his hips. Blaine's body trembled and his moans were stuttering, but it didn't stop his movements, keeping a tight grip on his Master.
Alexander Smythe
‘Good boy.’ He soothed softly, stroking his hands down Blaine’s back. ‘Slow down now little one. You can stop.’ He whispered, wanting to ensure he came down from his high easily, gently. He brought his hand up to cup his face and he caught his lips in a kiss that was sweet and kind.
‘Come lay against me.’ He hummed. ‘Take a deep breath and relax. You’ve done so well little one.’ He kept his time soft, gentle and as soothing as he could. He’d pushed Blaine hard and he wanted to ensure that his comedown was easy enough that he wasn’t shocked back to his normal headspace.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine's body was still shaking, even as he slowed his hips and eventually came to a stop. He was breathing heavily and nodded at his Master's words, wrapping his arms around him as they kissed before cuddling into him. Blaine shifted his body so he was laying against Alex, uncaring that he was probably now covered in his own release. He was simply doing as he was told.
"I love you," he mumbled, nuzzling into his Master's neck after a moment, when he'd finally calmed down a little. "That was... that was really intense, Sir," he said, cheeks flushed. "But I loved it."
Alexander Smythe
‘And I love you my sweet boy.’ He hummed in response. ‘I’m very pleasantly surprised by just how much you enjoyed that kind of intense play.’ He confessed, teasing his fingers through his hair. ‘I think if you like, I want to explore that some more. I want to see how else I can push you, how intense we can get.’ He grinned.
‘How are you feeling?’ He asked, leaning back and gathering Blaine more completely into his arms.
Blaine Anderson
"I am too," Blaine admitted, frowning a little. "I never... expected to be into any of that but... I really enjoyed it." His cheeks were slightly pink and he hummed a little, nodding at Alex. Oh, exploring that definitely sounded like fun and he cuddled in close to him, sighing happily. "If you want to explore, I'd be more than happy to. And you mentioned milking me which I think would be absolutely amazing. I've never... really had multiple orgasms so... I think it'd be fun to try." Blaine smiled, looking up at his Master.
How was he feeling? He didn't really know. All Blaine knew was that he was completely content right now, despite feeling exhausted. "I'm happy," he finally said, shifting a little and groaning as he felt Alex's length pressing into his back. "You know, I wasn't kidding when I said you could use my ass to get yourself off. I don't want you to sit here, hard and wish you'd done something, Sir. Do you want me to make you feel good?"
Alexander Smythe
‘Tomorrow, I’m going to do exactly what I described. I’m going to tie you to a table, and I’m going to watch you cum over and over. I’m going to keep going until you use your safeword or until you’re dry.’ He smirked, stealing a kiss.
‘If you’re feeling able, you can go to the bedroom and start to prep yourself.’ He instructed. ‘Lock yourself in a cock ring because you are not allowed to cum for the rest of the day.’ He explained. ‘Off you go little one. I’ll come and join you shortly.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine groaned at the thought and nodded eagerly. He wouldn't use his safeword, determined to prove to his Master that he could do this for him. Blaine hummed happily against his lips, pressing himself a little closer. The instructions had Blaine nodding and he carefully climbed off Alex's lap, wobbling a little on shaky legs.
It was easy from there to grab a cock ring and lock it in place, leaving the key on the bedside table. He grabbed the lube and began to stretch himself out slowly. When he was completely stretched, Blaine reached for his Master's favourite plug, the big, thick purple one that Alex often made him keep in for hours at a time and pressed it inside to keep him stretched. Afterward, he settled in the floor at the foot of the bed, on his knees and waiting for Alex to join him.
Alexander Smythe
This was a new thing he had discovered he liked. There was something undeniably hot about being able to give Blaine an instruction, like ‘prep yourself’, and know that even when he wasn’t watching him, his boy would be the picture of obedience. While he gave Blaine time to do that, he slipped into the utility room; stripping out of his clothes and leaving his pants to soak. If they were ruined, they were ruined. What had led to the ruining was entirely worth it.
He joined Blaine in the bedroom, pausing naked in the doorway to admire him. ‘Well, it looks like that spanking made my brat a good boy.’ He teased fondly. ‘Get on the bed Blaine; on your hands and knees.’ He ordered, fixing him with a hard look before he turned to pick out a few toys he wanted to include.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine waited patiently, his head bowed in complete submission. Then he heard his Master's footsteps and looked up immediately, unable to stop himself from smiling at the sight of him naked and already hard for him. That was flattering, to say the least. Blaine said nothing, pushing himself to his feet slowly - he had to be slow because of the plug, after all - and settling on the bed, facing away from his Master, on his hands and knees. Already, arousal was building in his stomach and he knew it would be torture to not be allowed to cum.
"W-What are you going to do to me, Master?" He asked, voice shaking a little. "I want to be a good boy for you, Daddy. I don't want you to be disappointed in me again. I know I was bratty but I want to be good for you now."
Alexander Smythe
‘Well, I recall you offering me the use of your ass for my pleasure.’ He reminded him, selecting a thick black blindfold, and the new gag he’d purchased on his way home from classes the day before. ‘So that’s exactly what I’m going to do; I’m going to use you like my pretty, personal toy until I’m absolutely spent.’ He answered.
He climbed onto the bed behind him and held the blindfold taught between his hands before he slipped it over Blaine’s eyes. ‘You don’t get to see tonight little one. You only get to hear.’ He hummed against his ear. The new gag resembled a short, thick penis and he hoped it would give the illusion of double penetration; particularly since that was something he was keen to explore. ‘I’m going to gag you too sweetheart.’ He explained. ‘So instead of a safeword, I want you to slap your left hand down on the bed as hard as you can if you need me to stop. Show me how you’re gonna do that.’ He requested, holding the gag in front of his mouth.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine watched Alex rummage in a box that he couldn't see the contents with, his heart hammering at the thought. He nodded eagerly and gasped when he felt his Master slipping something over his eyes so he couldn't see anything. He nodded at the words, whispered so close to his ear they made him shiver and shifted on the bed a little.
"Y-Yes, Daddy," he groaned, straining his eyes to see if the material of the blindfold showed him anything at all, even if it was simply shadows moving. It didn't. The material was thick and made it so Blaine couldn't see a thing. The thought was strangely appealing and he loved it. "G-Gag me?" He asked, swallowing hard and nodding. It was something they had talked about briefly although nothing more than Alex covering Blaine's mouth with his hand had ever been done.
But the young slave was eager to try and he nodded again, moving his left hand and slamming it down against the bed hard. There'd be no mistaking if he needed to safeword, the movement was loud and obvious and he knew Alex would respect it. "Please, Daddy. Please, use me as your t-toy... Please."
Alexander Smythe
‘Good boy.’ He praised, the words dripping from his lips as though it were the most natural thing he could say. ‘I know this is new, so if you don’t like it, you have to tell me. Use your safeword.’ He reminded him. ‘I won’t be upset and it won’t ruin anything. I’ll be disappointed if I find out later that you were uncomfortable and didn’t say anything.’ He felt like he had to really remind Blaine of that sometimes; because he knew he’d been brought up being taught that he simply had to take everything he was given without question or complaint.
‘Open your mouth.’ He instructed before allowing the toy to slip between his lips. It wasn’t big enough that it would bother his gag reflex; they would work up to that but it would feel like a weight in his tongue. He would be very aware of how full his mouth was; he knew that because he had tried the gag himself before bringing it out for Blaine.
He secured it behind his head, and stroked through his hair. ‘Let yourself get used to it little one. Breathe in and out through your nose.’ He soothed. ‘Click your fingers for me if you’re feeling comfortable.’
Blaine Anderson
The praise had Blaine practically melting and he moaned softly, nodding at him. He was eager to try this and he trusted Alex completely. If he didn't enjoy it, he'd use his safeword and they would be perfectly okay. But his length was aching at just the thought of it and Blaine wanted to at least try.
The order was simple and Blaine was parting his lips. He hadn't been expecting to feel a toy, a toy very obviously in the shape of a penis and he moaned softly around it, clearly surprised. But he opened his mouth a little wider so Alex could push it in properly and secure it behind his head, which he did.
It took a little getting used to - after all, he didn't usually have something resting in his mouth like this and he had to breathe in and out of his nose instead. Usually the length in his mouth was fucking it and his throat. But this felt incredible and he realised just what Alex was going to do. It'd be like there were two people fucking him and Blaine couldn't deny the thought of it appealed to him. Not that he'd ever want to be with another person, of course.
Alex's next words brought Blaine out of his thoughts and he was raising his hand for a second time, clicking his fingers twice to signal to his Master that he felt comfortable, moaning softly around the gag, just to test. The sound was muffed by the toy cock and he closed his eyes under the blindfold, eager for Alex to fuck him.
Alexander Smythe
‘You know it’s almost a pity no-one else gets to see you like this.’ He mused. ‘You’re so very pretty.’ As he spoke, his fingers closed around the plug and he slowly began to fuck Blaine with the toy. He always liked to ensure Blaine had stretched himself properly and not done the job half-assed, for lack of a better term, in order to speed the process up.
Pleased with the job he’d done, he pulled the plug out completely and tossed it to one side. He gripped his cock, lining the tip up with Blaine’s puckered hole before giving a hard, fast thrust. He didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed inside his boy, and a low grunt left his lips. ‘You’re always so fucking tight sweetheart.’ He groaned, giving him some time to get used to the additional stretch.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine groaned at Alex's words, his arms trembling a little as he kept himself upright. He didn't quite agree with his Master that he was pretty, but he couldn't exactly argue with him about it right now. Blaine was completely at his mercy and god, he loved it. The plug he'd used to keep himself stretched was pushed a little and Alex began to fuck him with it, making him moan and clench around the toy.
But then it was gone and Blaine was left empty and desperate, shifting his knees slightly. He couldn't see and could barely hear over the pounding of blood rushing through his body in his ears. He felt the mattress dip at Alex's weight though and let out a soft groan when his Master had pushed inside him fully. Blaine barely heard his words and moaned around the toy, pushing his hips back against Alex's cock, eager to make him feel good.
Alexander Smythe
'You're such an eager slut for me aren't you Blaine?' he grunted, squeezing his hips roughly. The smile on his face was evident in his tone; it never failed to excite him to have Blaine pushing back to be filled by him. It was exciting that in this situation Blaine was there to exclusively serve his pleasure. That was a particular kink of his but one he struggled to feel free to explore with Blaine. He was always so cautious with him; never wanting to cause him any discomfort or remind him over any painful memories but that was something they were working through. He was slowly coming to accept that he didn't have to treat Blaine like a fragile piece of china.
He waited, allowing Blaine to get used to the increased stretch before he pulled out slowly. He was teasing himself as much as he was teasing Blaine; the slow drag felt incredible and the moans that fell from his lips conveyed just how good Blaine felt around his length.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine moaned, loudly too, around the gag at the comment but he was nodding immediately. He never thought things like this would turn him on, being called names and degraded but it had his cock twitching in interest, though he knew he wouldn't be able to do anything about it; Alex had made it very clear he wouldn't be allowed another orgasm today.
Alex's pace was slow, painfully slow and he shifted on the bed impatiently. He hummed again around the gag, trying to beg for more but Alex merely moved his hips at an agonisingly slow pace, clearly determined to tease him. He felt so full like this, with both the gag and his Master, and his ass was still aching a little from his spanking but he loved it and tried to push his hips back again, eager for more from Alex.
Alexander Smythe
'Is this not enough for you little one?' he teased, watching with mirth in his eyes as Blaine continued to try to push back to feel more, to feel it faster. 'Perhaps I ought to invest in a machine to keep you satisfied.' he groaned, only able to speak because he was moving so slowly. 'I bet you'd like that; tied up with your legs in stirrups and all I'd have to do is flick a button and you'd be fucked mercilessly by something that would never tire.' Now that he'd put the idea in his own head, he knew it was an investment he'd need to make and soon.
Time passed and he could feel whispers of pleasure beginning to echo through his body; this pace wasn't nearly enough to really make him lose himself but it did something. There was something about being able to take his time over Blaine. That said, he'd been teasing himself for too long; between spanking Blaine and having him hump his leg, Alex needed now to just use him and take his pleasure from him. He gave into those desires and gradually began increasing his speed, slamming into him with precision and power with every thrust.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine shook his head at the question, whimpering around the gag. The thought of Alex investing in such a machine had his legs shaking a little. He knew it'd be like torture for him, to be tied up and fucked whenever Alex felt like it but not allowed to cum. And he knew he wanted it. So Blaine was nodding, shifting and spreading his legs a little wider for his Master, trying to encourage him to start moving.
But it was unsuccessful. Alex continued his slow, agonising pace and Blaine was whimpering around the gag at how frustrated he was, his cock twitching again. Alex's hips were moving slowly and he knew his Master was enjoying it. But, he supposed, Blaine's body was there for his pleasure and if this was what he wanted, how could Blaine refuse. He closed his eyes underneath the blindfold, trying to focus himself.
But then Alex started to increase his speed and suddenly he was slamming into him, his pace relentless. He pounded him into the mattress and Blaine was practically screaming around the gag, barely able to focus on anything other than his Master's length. Blaine shifted, his legs shaking beneath him and he gripped at the sheets beneath him. The gag muffled his screams, of course they did, but he knew Alex would be able to tell how much he was enjoying this because the noise, though quieter, was definitely still there.
Alexander Smythe
He almost regretted gagging him because the muffled noises spoke to his pleasure and he ached to hear him scream. His pace was furious; one that it would be physically impossible to maintain for any real length of time which is why he'd spent so long moving slowly, building himself up to this finish. Lost in the moment, his fingers gripped tightly to Blaine's curls and pulled his head back so he could watch his face as he fucked him. He looked wrecked and desperate; it was a look that only drove Alexander forward.
He felt inexplicably possessive over Blaine. His boy. And he wanted him to feel this for days. He wanted it to hurt but in a way that brought a fond smile to his submissive's face. 'You're fucking mine.' he growled, regretting not having Blaine on his back because he couldn't close his fingers around his throat like this. 'I want to hear you scream for me. Scream my name and show me you deserve my cock Blaine.' he demanded, knowing Blaine couldn't be much louder with his mouth full.
Blaine Anderson
There were hands in his curls and his head was yanked back roughly, so his head was raised. Blaine pushed himself up a little, so most of his weight was on his knees and he could turn his head slightly to be closer to his Master, facing him though he couldn't see. The pace was something else; this was definitely the roughest sex they had ever had, and Blaine was loving every minute of it. His cock bounced from the force of the thrusts, but he wouldn't cum. He couldn't. Instead, he simply had to take everything Alex was giving him, nodding at the words and closing his eyes again beneath the thick blindfold.
The words had Blaine trembling even harder. It wasn't often that Alex spoke like this, that he turned into what Blaine considered a real Master. It was become more frequent now, now they were more comfortable with their new roles and their love for one another. But whenever Alex did it, Blaine felt weak and often found himself eager to get onto his knees and serve him. Blaine didn't need the words to encourage him to scream - he'd been doing that already, though it was muffled around the gag - and he did so anyway. Though this time, instead of incoherent moans and shouts, he was trying as hard as he could to scream Alex's name.
Alexander Smythe
It was as though Blaine could read his mind. He couldn't, of course. He just knew him, knew his likes, his wants, without Alexander having to voice them. His fingers moved from his hair to close around his throat and he squeezed just enough to make Blaine's breathing rasp. 'Listen to yourself trying to scream my name. Don't you sound pretty?' His words were breathless, broken up with heaving breathing and grunts but he got the sentence out. 'You know you're mine. You wouldn't be a slut like this for anyone else.' he teased.
His orgasm washed over him and he bit down hard on Blaine's shoulder to muffle his moans. His thrusts become shallow and lost their force but he didn't stop fucking his boy until he was completely spent. He closed his eyes, and wound his arms around Blaine's waist.
'Good boy.' he breathed, panting as he caught his breath. 'You did so well.' He kissed over the angry bite mark on his shoulder. 'I love you sweetheart and you were wonderful. My good boy.' They'd never gone to those extremes before and he hadn't planned on going so hard, or so rough but he'd completely lost himself to his desire. He waited until he was settled before he could help Blaine; he had no idea what kind of emotional comedown his boy was going to experience but he felt as prepared as he could be.
'I'm going to pull out sweetheart but I'm going to plug you.' He knew Blaine didn't always like feeling empty so quickly and given his voice and sight were about to rush back, he wanted to soothe his adjustment into normality. He slid out of him with a wince and pressed Blaine forward, supporting him on his forearm before plugging him for the second time.
'I'm going to take the blindfold off first. Keep your eyes closed and allow them to open slowly to adjust to the light alright love?' he prompted, waiting for a nod of understanding before continuing.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine was still screaming around the gag when he felt the fingers around his throat, squeezing over his collar gently. It felt nothing short of amazing, being under Alex's complete control and he was still screaming around the gag, though the sounds were hoarse now. He nodded desperately, agreeing with everything Alex was saying because it was true. Blaine couldn't ever dream of being like this with anyone else. Only Alex got him like this, and it'd always be that way. Unless Alex changed his mind, of course, and didn't want him. But he didn't think about that. He couldn't, not when he felt Alex's hips stuttering and the teeth on his shoulder as his Master released inside him.
Except Alex didn't stop moving and fucked Blaine all through his orgasm, making sure he spilled deep inside of him. Blaine felt weak; his body was heavy, almost like it didn't want to respond to him, and he could barely focus on Alex's words as he spoke. He smiled a little as he was praised and Alex told him he loved him, making to say it back but only able to let out a soft groan around the gag. Blaine hummed again when he said he was going to plug him and whined a little as Alex pulled out of him, clenching around nothing for a moment.
But then the plug was back inside and he relaxed, his body slumping down a little over Alex's arm. Again, Blaine simply hummed at the words and nodded, clearly exhausted. But he did as he was told, keeping his eyes closed as he waited.
Alexander Smythe
‘Good boy.’ He praised, supporting his weight. He was pliant and, he assumed, spaced out which meant his body was easy to move and manipulate. ‘I need two hands to remove the gag Blaine so I need you to hold yourself up for a minute.’ He explained, waiting until he was sure Blaine was steady before moving his arm. His fingers worked quickly to undo the buckle and he pulled the straps loose, before reaching round to pluck the toy from Blaine’s parted lips. ‘Don’t speak yet.’ He instructed as he did so.
He discarded the used toys off the side of the bed; he would clean them up later but Blaine was his priority right now. He guided him to turn his body and gently helped him lower himself down so he could nestled against the pillows. It was the first time Alex had looked at him from the front since this had started; and he shuddered when he drank in his erection, flushed and twitching against his stomach. He reached to the side table for a bottle of water and he held it to Blaine’s lips. ‘Small sips.’ He instructed. ‘Then you may speak. But only quietly little one. I pushed you hard tonight.’ He acknowledged as he settled next to him.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine hummed again but didn't move immediately. He shifted a little, pushing himself up slightly so Alex could let go. Legs shook as he held his own weight and he took in a deep breath when the toy was removed from his mouth. His throat was sore, aching and he slowly blinked his eyes open, squinting a little in the light. Blaine closed them again when Alex moved his body, which didn't seem to be responding properly to what his brain was trying to do, and was set against the fluffy pillows of their bed.
Blaine was still shaking a little and he opened his eyes again, rubbing at them and watching his Master. He couldn't help but glance down at his cock, groaning at how hard he was, and looked up at Alex again.
Blaine sat up slightly so he could sip at the water before he slumped down against the bed, immediately curling his body into Alex's. "I love you." That was the first thing he said to him, wrapping an arm around his middle so he could cuddle into his Master. His voice was hoarse, raspy from how hard he'd screamed but he loved it. He shifted again, very aware of the plug still inside him but secretly loving how he felt, how it held in Alex's release, though the mere thought brought a blush to his cheeks. Blaine blinked sleepily, still a little spaced out from their play. "I love you so much, Alex."
Alexander Smythe
On one hand, minutes ago, he’d felt completely spent. Now with Blaine’s body exposed to him in a new position, his fingers itches to touch him. ‘I love you too Sweetheart.’ He replied, allowing his fingers to dance over Blaine’s skin. He couldn’t resist tweaking a nipple sharply when his fingers brushed over it. ‘Would you still love me if I insisted on getting a bag of frozen peas from the freezer and holding them against your cock until your erection went away?’ He asked, only half-teasing about doing exactly that.
‘Can you try to tell me a little about how you’re feeling Blaine?’ He prompted quietly. ‘I know you’re a little spacey; which is great. But I know I had to have hurt you throughout that so I need you to tell me if you’re in any kind of pain I should do something about. That includes emotional pain. I called you some terrible names that I wouldn’t use normally.’ He acknowledged, pressing a kiss to his hair.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine gasped when he felt the sharp touch against his nipple, arching his back slightly. His cock twitched in interest but he knew he wouldn't be allowed to cum again. He had done so once and Alex had been very clear that he wouldn't be allowed to for the rest of the day. Blaine wouldn't fight it. He whined at the thought of frozen peas being pressed against him but nodded. "Mhm," he said sleepily, cuddling in even closer to Alex, nuzzling his face into him. "I'm always going to love you. If you wanted to though, Sir, you can."
He rubbed at his eyes again at the questions and frowned a little. He wasn't hurting, not really. His ass was stinging from the slaps, and he knew he'd likely bruise. And their sex had been incredibly rough, but it'd felt amazing and Blaine's cock twitched again at the mere thought. He looked up at Alex, still frowning slightly and looking confused.
"M'not hurt," he said, reaching for one of Alex's hands and playing with his fingers. "It stings where you spanked me, but it's a good sting. I liked the names... They were really hot. Like really hot. And I'm kind of sore from... well, you know. How rough we were. But it feels so nice, it's probably why I'm still hard." Blaine looked up, thinking. "Does it make me weird to feel nice, even though you hurt me? Because it wasn't a horrible kind of hurt, it was the kind of hurt that made me hard. That's keeping me hard."
Alexander Smythe
The idea was tempting. To have that kind of control over not only Blaine’s pleasure but his body? The thought alone gave him a rush. ‘Maybe not this time. I think we’ve introduced enough new things for one night.’ He chuckled as he pulled Blaine closer against his side.
‘You don’t need to frown at me little one. I’m just concerned.’ He explained, watching with a smile as Blaine played with his fingers. He brushed the fingers of his free hand lightly against the mark on Blaine’s shoulder. ‘I bit you.’ He pointed out, entirely unsure exactly what had come over him. ‘I know it was all intended to be a good hurt but I wanted to make sure it still felt okay now.’ He continued, ‘and I wanted to be sure the words didn’t twist in your head. That you know they’re only words and that they’re not how I really see you.’ He clarified. He flashed a smile at his question and shook his head. ‘It absolutely does not make you weird Blaine. You have a masochistic side to you which you can explore safely with me. There’s nothing weird about that.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine hummed happily when he was tugged closer, moving so one of his legs was curled around Alex's, pressing in close to him. He knew he'd be able to feel his erection like this but he didn't care. And Blaine knew Alex wouldn't care either. Right now, he simply wanted to be close to his Master. He looked up again as Alex spoke and frowned again, glancing at his shoulder. But a small smile worked its way onto his lips at the thought of being bitten and he found himself blushing again.
"You bit me," he replied, giving a small laugh. I... I know it's not how you actually see me. Because I know I'm not any of those things. I know I'm not a brat, not really, and it was just for play. And I know I'm not a slut because I've slept with a total of four people in my life, one of which was unwillingly. But it was really hot to be... treated like that. Only with you," he added, furrowing his brow again. "I think it's because it's you. Does that make sense? I know we can play rough and say these things, and I can act bratty with you because we love each other. And it's not serious." Blaine shifted, humming again. "Never thought I'd have a masochistic side," he admitted with a grin. "It's because it's you, Sir."
Alexander Smythe
'I bit you.' he repeated, sharing his head before planting a kiss against the angry looking mark. 'I'm glad you know that sweetheart. I'm glad you understand the difference between play and real life. That sounds condescending but I don't mean it to be. I've been with people who've been so lost in the moment that it starts to feel like real life and their come down is very emotional; and not in a good way.' he explained, toying his fingers through Blaine's hair. It thrilled him to learn this side of Blaine was not only with him but because of him.
'Well I, for one, am very glad you've discovered a masochistic side because I definitely have a sadistic side that I never wanted to show around you. But I don't believe a person could fake the reactions you had.' he nodded. 'Are there any other desires you've been hiding from me Blaine? Tonight was a whole slew of firsts.' he remarked.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine hummed happily as Alex played with his curls, tightening his grip on him. Tonight had been interesting and everything they'd done had been new. But god, Blaine had loved every minute of it. Even if he was still aching now, erection so hard it was almost painful. His cheeks flushed when Alex mentioned he had a sadistic side and he looked up at him curiously. One of his hands moved, gently tracing the shape of Alex's lips as he thought. Did he have any other desires? He didn't really know, because the only sex he'd really had where he'd enjoyed it like this had been with Alex.
"I'm not sure," he said softly. "Maybe we could do some research into kinks? I know I'm not innocent in any sense of the word but there's still a lot I don't know. Look at my history. With my brother, I didn't get a choice. With Ethan, it was... I don't know. I felt like I had to do what he wanted, because I was a slave so it was all about him. With Nava... I don't really know. I didn't want to but I felt like I had to." Blaine blushed, looking apologetic. "But with you, everything is different. When we have sex I know you want me to enjoy it. So when it comes to what I like, I don't really know other than what we've done together. I'm sorry," Blaine added, biting his lip. "I know that's really unhelpful."
Alexander Smythe
It used to make him jealous; hearing about the other people Blaine had been with. Not Braxton because he was a piece of shit who wasn't worth any emotion but disgust; but knowing Blaine had slept with his own brother used to his stomach drop in the most uncomfortable of ways. It didn't make him feel that way anymore.
The idea of Blaine sleeping with Nava disgusted him; only because he'd gotten the full story out of him and learned it had been her response to learning Blaine considered himself very gay. The idea of doing research made him laugh; it sounded like a school project. 'Why don't we come up with a list; and commit to trying everything on it at least once?' he suggested, eager to explore further with his boy. 'You don't need to apologise me Sweetheart. You're being honest and that's the only thing I could possibly ask for.' he reminded him, leaning forward slightly to look at him.
'I've been thinking about something a lot recently but I'm not sure if I should talk to you about it yet. I want to tell you because I think we should talk about it but I worry if I tell you, you'll get in your head about it.' he explained tentatively.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine poured a little when Alex laughed but he knew it wasn't malicious. He nodded at the suggestion though. It'd work, if they thought about things, various kinks, then they could work down the list and see if it was something they enjoyed. It sounded very formal and it almost had Blaine giggling. He looked up, slightly concerned at the change in Alex's tone and frowned a little at him.
"You know if you don't tell me after saying all of this is just going to make me worry, Sir," Blaine said with a small smile. He leaned up to kiss his Master gently and then shifted so he was sat up a little too, so he could see Alex better. "Even if I did get in my head about it, you know I'll talk to you. Honesty, remember?"
Alexander Smythe
Blaine's response thrilled him in an entirely different way. It highlighted just how much progress Blaine had made in the almost year they'd been together. Blaine would talk to him about the things that made him nervous or uncomfortable now; they would work through them together which is why he was able to say 'I want you to top.' When he'd first considered the idea of bottoming for Blaine, the idea had unnerved him. It had never been something he'd wanted before but he'd come round to the idea. After all, Blaine Smythe seemed to be the exception to every rule he'd ever set for himself.
'I don't know how I want it to happen, not yet.' he continued, providing some clarifying details. 'But I want to feel you. I want you to fuck me.' he said firmly.
Blaine Anderson
Whatever Blaine had been expecting, it wasn't that. He blinked a few times as he processed what Alex had said. He wanted him, he wanted Blaine to top? A small frown appeared between his brows again and he thought about it. He'd never topped anyone before. The closest he'd been was when Alex had used a fleshlight on him. He had never been inside another person in any sense of the word. Blaine was a slave and his body had been there to be used for others. Not for him to do that.
“Okay," Blaine said simply. Because he trusted Alex completely and he looked back up at him. He knew they'd work it out together and Blaine absolutely loved the other man. "Okay, we can do that. I don't know... I mean, I've never done it so I don't know how good I'll be. But I want to try for you, Alex."
Alexander Smythe
'I think you'll like it.' he offered, smiling at the familiar way Blaine addressed him. He always knew the right moment to drop titles and start using his name; he understood. 'You loved playing with the fleshlight right? It feels a hundred times better than that.' he promised; even the thought of Blaine fucking him sending a thrill of excitement rush through him. 'I don't expect anything from you to mimic the way I fuck you.' he assured him. 'I'm not asking you to put your hands around my throat or anything like that. Although I think if you really wanted to try that I might be okay with letting you experience it.' he added quickly, although he hoped Blaine didn't want to do that because he knew he'd hate it. 'But I want to feel you. I want to feel you slide into me, and feel your weight cover me completely.' he confessed, reaching down and allowing his fingertips to trail over Blaine's length.
Blaine Anderson
"Yeah, I did," Blaine admitted, cheeks flushing a little. "It felt really tight around me and I could feel it everywhere. Is that what it's like to top?" Blaine asked curiously. The thought of putting his hands around Alex's throat had him wrinkling his nose and shaking his head. "I have no intention of doing that to you, Sir. It wouldn't feel right, given our titles." Blaine blushed and groaned when he felt the light touches over his flushed length, his eyes closing for a moment. "You aren't h-helping my situation," he whimpered. "I'm harder than I've ever been in my life."
Alexander Smythe
‘Better.’ He promised him. ‘It’s overwhelmingly good.’ The way he wrinkled his nose might have been the cutest thing Alexander had ever seen and he was glad to hear his boy didn’t want to push boundaries in that way. He surprised himself by saying he would let him. He meant it. He was confident in the fact that he was Blaine’s Master; nothing would ever change that and he felt comfortable with the idea of Blaine having the option to play with being in control.
‘I like when you whimper for me.’ He replied, pressing his fingers slightly against his slit. Sounding. He made a mental note to add that to their list of things to try. ‘You know, I have to say I’m very impressed by the fact you haven’t begged me to let you cum.’ He hummed.
Blaine Anderson
Right now, all Blaine could think about was fucking Alex. Topping him. Hearing him moan as Blaine's length pounded into him. And it made him ache. He gasped sharply at the pressure to his slit and bucked his hips involuntary, whimpering again.
"Of c-course I haven't begged," Blaine stuttered. "You told me I wasn't allowed to cum for the rest of the d-day. Why would I ask you to do something when you t-told me I couldn't?"
Alexander Smythe
‘Because you want to cum. You’re probably aching for it and I just expected you to try and bargain with me. To plead with me to let you have some sort of release.’ He explained. ‘The fact that you haven’t isn’t a bad thing; it’s just not the thing I expected.’ He clarified.
‘Did you enjoy sex even without a release?’ He asked curiously, ideas drifting through his mind of what he wanted them to try next.
Blaine Anderson
"I do," Blaine confirmed, swallowing harshly. "I want to so badly. It ached and I need the release. B-But you said I wasn't allowed. I don't want to disobey. I like knowing you're the one who decides." He looked up and nodded at the question, shifting a little, as though to try and move his election away from the pressure. "Y-Yes, I did. It felt amazing, especially with how rough you were. And I really liked you grabbing my throat," he added, blushing.
Alexander Smythe
‘Don’t ever fucking move away from me Blaine Smythe. If I want to touch you then I will touch you.’ He growled lowly. He gave his length a slightly rougher squeeze by way of warning and he allowed his fingers to teach and tease several minutes longer before he stopped.
‘Tomorrow morning, I’m going to tie you down and I’m going to milk you until you’re finishing dry.’ He informed him. ‘And then I’m going to cage your pretty cock and I’m not going to let you orgasm for -‘ he paused. ‘Let’s say two weeks to start.’ He nodded. ‘Your cock won’t even be able to get hard sweetheart.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine froze at the growl and let out a small whimper, realising he'd messed up. The teasing was too much and he was terrified he was going to release without meaning to. His eyes were shut tightly as he fought with himself, breathing heavily. But then Alex's hand was gone and Blaine could breathe a sigh of relief, relaxing against the pillows again.
"Y-Yes, Sir," Blaine said softly, his cheeks still red. "W-When you're doing that, are you going to keep a plug in like now? Because it's making me harder," he admitted in a small voice. The thought of not being able to cum for two weeks had him whimpering again but he nodded obediently, cuddling in closer to Alex.
Alexander Smythe
‘I like the idea of you being plugged more often. I like the idea of knowing I can just bend you over and fuck you without having to concern myself with prepping you beforehand so I think yeah, you’re going to spend most of the next two weeks full either way.’ He smirked. ‘And now, I’m going to let you cum tonight. I’m going to bring you to a mind-numbing orgasm and let you ride out every last second of pleasure. Because I want the last real orgasm you have before being caged to have come fro me.’ He announced.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine whimpered at the thought and clenched involuntary around the plug, which was, he realised with a wrinkle of his nose, still holding in Alex's release. But he said nothing, hips twitching on the bed while he waited. Alex was going to let him cum? Blaine was relieved because he knew he was achingly close. But he also knew how much he was in store for tomorrow and it frightened him, but excited him at the same time.
"Thank you, Sir," Blaine said breathlessly, glancing down at his flushed length and biting his lip. "Please... g-god, please. I'm so desperate for you. I l-love you, Alex. Please, I n-need to cum."
Alexander Smythe
‘Don’t call me Alex Blaine.’ He requested softly. He wasn’t angry at him for using his name but even when Blaine was declaring his love for him, he felt an overwhelming need to be ‘Master’. ‘I know you need this sweetheart so before I let you have what you want, I’m going to let you choose how you get it. Do you want my mouth? My hand?’ He prompted eagerly.
He wished he could fast-forward to the next day; he could already imagine Blaine laying naked, spent, covered in his own release while Alex just watched on. Watching on made him think of their friends; perhaps he’d invite a small audience along to witness Blaine come undone entirely.
Blaine Anderson
"S-Sorry," Blaine said quickly, despite knowing Alex wasn't mad at him. "I... I love you, Master. Please, please." He whimpered a little when Alex questioned what he wanted from him. He didn't care how he got there - it wouldn't take long for him to reach is orgasm anyway because of how hard he was, all he cared about was being allowed to cum.
But then he thought back to the first time they did anything together. Alex had tied him down to the bed and used his mouth on him until Blaine was screaming. It was so different then - they barely knew one another and Blaine's mindset was something totally different. And he knew he wanted his mouth.
"Y-Your mouth, Master. Please. L-Like when we first did this. Y-You tied me to your bed in your dorm and used your mouth." Blaine closed his eyes, head falling back against the pillows. "Y-You were so kind and gentle with me, Master. And I knew from then that I could love you. I w-want your mouth, please. Please."
Alexander Smythe
He grinned and nodded in recollection. He moved from Blaine’s side so he could settle between his legs. ‘I remember that. You were such a good boy even then. I knew I wanted to steal you away.’ He confessed. At the time, he’d felt a twinge of guilt at playing with his brother’s boy but he felt no guilt now. He considered how far they’d come and he was sure that he was the better fit for Blaine.
‘I tied you up because I didn’t know if you had the self-control not to touch.’ He remarked, resting his hands on Blaine’s thighs and pushing them further apart. ‘Do I need to worry about that now, or do you know your hands need to stay above your head beautiful?’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine whined when Alex moved between his legs, hips twitching a little in interest. He looked up and groaned when his legs were pushed apart and he was put on display for his Master. He clenched around the plug again, biting his lip nervously.
"I want to say yes, Master, but I don't know if I can trust myself. I always want to touch you. M-Maybe we should tie my hands above my head." His cheeks flushed as he spoke and he grinned sheepishly, knowing Alex would see right through him and his excuse. "Please, Master. I love you."
Alexander Smythe
‘No, that’s not why you want them tied above your head. I told you hours ago you couldn’t cum today and I’ve been teasing you almost constantly since so I know your self-control is impeccable.’ He pointed out, arching a brow. He could see the flush growing on Blaine’s cheeks and he knew his boy knew he’d see right through him.
He brought his hand down against his thigh in a light, playful smack. ‘What have I told you about asking for what you want? If you want to be tied to my bed, you know all you have to do is ask me sweetheart.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine gasped sharply at the smack against his skin, arching his back a little. "I'm sorry, Master," he said in a whimper, biting his lip hard. "I... I want you to tie me to the bed. To your bed. I want you to tie my hands up so I can't m-move, so I'm at your mercy."
Blaine's length was aching now and he was breathing heavily, closing his eyes. "I'd want you to fuck me too, but I... I don't know if you c-can get hard. Please, please, Master. Daddy. I need you."
Alexander Smythe
‘Much better, good boy.’ He praised as Blaine stuttered out what he really wanted. He rubbed his hand over the spot he’d slapped him hand, and watched him for a few moments. He could only imagine how much he must be aching right now. His length almost looked painful to touch; and therefore he could wait to touch it.
He was already off the bed in search of restraints at Blaine’s next utterance. ‘I can always make you make me hard. I think you’d be motivated knowing if you succeeded you’d get your orgasm. What do you want little one? Do you want Daddy to fuck you, or do you want my mouth? This is the last time I’m going to give you the choice.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine's heart was pounding in his chest and he looked up at Alex with wide eyes. He watched him get off the bed so he could find restraints and Blaine shifted on the bed so he could see him better.
"Please, Daddy," he said in a desperate voice. "I want you to fuck me. Then k-keep me plugged. I'm your boy, please Master. Please, I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me through my last orgasm if y-you're going to cage me."
Alexander Smythe
He stayed exactly where he was. He didn’t speak for a minute and a small smirk made its way onto his lips. ‘Then come over here slut. You have five minutes to get me hard, to make me want to fuck you. If you do, great. If you don’t, you lose your orgasm.’ He said simply. It was a challenge he knew Blaine couldn’t fail it; he was already feeling arousal stirring just from their conversation and the promise of what tomorrow would bring.
He went a step further. He clicked his fingers at Blaine and pointed squarely to the spot on the floor in front of him. He made a show of looking at his watch. ‘Your five minutes starts now slut.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine was scrambling off the bed before Alex had even stopped speaking, cock bobbing as he hurried to his feet. He hurried over to the spot in front of him and dropped to his knees quickly, waiting. And then as soon as Alex told him his time was starting, he leaned up to take the head of Alex's length in his mouth, hand moving to slowly stroke over where his lips hadn't quite reached yet.
Blaine was eager for this. Being on his knees was the norm for him and he wanted to make Alex feel good, wanted to please his Master. And he was desperate for him to fuck him, wanted to feel him. Blaine moaned around Alex and took more of him into his mouth and began to bob his head, taking him deep and keeping his eyes on Alex.
Alexander Smythe
His cock was soft and still Blaine mouthed around him as eagerly as he always did. He watched as he swallowed around him, bobbing his head around his flacid length and he briefly considered the idea of using Blaine as a cock-warmed. Perhaps the next time they went out to dinner with friends Blaine could eat beforehand and then take his place of pride under the table between Alex's legs. 'You're such an eager slut aren't you B? Look at you. I'm not even hard and you're still greedy for my cock.' he teased with a slight tone of mocking.
As he expected, the more Blaine worked over him, the more aroused he became and he could feel himself growing harder, thicker between Blaine's sex-swollen lips. His eyes drifted to his watch; he still had forty-five seconds left and he had every intention of milking every second of those now thirty-nine seconds.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine didn't bother answering. Why would he? He was eager for his Master to fuck him and that meant getting him hard. And fast. He could feel him becoming more and more aroused and groaned around him as he swelled in his mouth. But Blaine didn't stop, didn't hesitate. Alex had told him he had five minutes to make him hard and it was exactly what he was going to do.
His own length was aching, flushed and red. The plug was still deep inside, keeping him stretched open. He doubted he'd ever been harder in his life and Blaine loved every minute of it. He opened his eyes to look up at his Master when he was sure five minutes was up but didn't falter his movements, letting Alex's cock hit the back of his throat with every movement.
Alexander Smythe
'Good boy.' he praised, twisting his fingers in Blaine's hair and roughly pulling him back off his cock. 'Or rather, good slut.' he winked. He knew he was going to crash hard after this; he felt absolutely high on the power he was exerting over Blaine and it was the first time he recognised that some form of aftercare would be as essential for himself as it was for his boy.
'Go into the bathroom and bend yourself over the counter, facing the mirror. I want you to be able to watch yourself be fucked as mercilessly as I plan to fuck you now.' he grinned, the idea coming to him suddenly. He made a mental note for more mirrors in the bedroom. 'Take the plug out and hold yourself open for me. Off you crawl.'
Blaine Anderson
Blaine simply groaned at the praise, still enjoying making Alex feel good. But then his curls were yanked and his head was pulled off, leaving Blaine breathing heavily, wiping the spit from his mouth. He shivered when he was called a slut and nodded but said nothing, waiting for his next order.
"Yes, Master," he said immediately, his stomach twisting happily at the thought of being bent over and fucked again. And to watch himself in the mirror? Well, that was going to be different. But he was excited. Blaine crawled into the bathroom, aware that Alex was watching him as he went and pushed himself to his feet. His legs shook a little but he ignored it as he carefully removed the plug, rinsing it and leaving it in the sink. He made a mental note to clean it properly later.
But right now, Blaine did as he'd been told, bending over the counter and using his hands to keep himself open. He winced a little as he felt Alex's release from before slowly trickle out and blushed but stayed where he was, waiting.
Alexander Smythe
'You are an absolute fucking mess Blaine Smythe.' he remarked when he joined him in the bathroom, leaning against the door frame. 'I mean, look at the state of you. Your ass is bruised, your legs are shaking and you have cum trailing down your legs as though you've been fucked hard and put away wet.' He paused and gave a chuckle. 'I suppose that is almost exactly what I did.' he grinned.
He closed the distance between them and positioned himself behind Blaine, holding the base of his length in his hand. 'Perhaps I should have you positioned like this and invite a few people over to use you. I have such a perfect boy; perhaps I should share him.' Mentally, he knew he wasn't in a place where he could share Blaine like that but he thought the idea, the tease might lend itself to the moment. With a hard firm thrust preceded by no warning, he slid back inside his boy.
Blaine Anderson
"Y-Yes, Master," Blaine said again, nodding at Alex's words. He knew he looked a mess, looked filthy and would need a long shower after this. Or maybe a bath - he wasn't sure if he'd be able to remain standing when his Master was finished. Blaine held his breath when Alex had closed the distance between them, pressing against him slightly. His cheeks flushed at the thought of being shared with other Masters but he said nothing. If it was what Alex wanted, then he'd do it. But Blaine never wanted pleasure from anyone but his Master.
Before he had time to dwell though, Alex had thrust inside him harshly, making him give a loud shout of both surprise and pleasure. His eyes glanced at himself in the mirror for a moment, surprised by how wrecked he looked. His curls were sticking up all over the place, his cheeks were flushed and his chest was red too. But then he looked at Alex and his knees nearly gave way there and then. His Master looked amazing, clearly content with the position. But more than anything, he looked powerful and it had Blaine wanting to submit fully.
Alexander Smythe
The mirror had been a good choice. Alexander needed Blaine to see what he saw; he needed him to see how utterly wrecked he looked and just how incredibly stunning he was in moments like this. Blaine didn't always believe that he was the most beautiful creature Alex had ever seen and he needed to show him. His hands held his hips with a bruising tight grip and he slammed into him with wild abandon. He wasn't concerned with chasing Blaine's pleasure, fully aware of the fact that his boy was teetering too close to the edge to ever really be able to hold out. He exclusively chased his own pleasure, driving deeper into him with every powerful push of his hips.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine was screaming before he'd really realised it. Alex was slamming into him, his hands so tight on his hips that it hurt and he knew there'd be bruises, Blaine's own hips colliding with the counter with every single thrust from Alex. His legs were shaking again and he couldn't control his cries and his screams, loving every minute of it. Blaine's length was already leaking precum and he let out a shaky sob, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to focus.
"M-Master," he whimpered, opening his again again after a moment so he could meet Alex's in the mirror. "Master, please. I need to c-cum. Keep fucking me after, I don't care. But please, please, I n-need your permission. But I'm so close. I can do it untouched. Please, Master."
Alexander Smythe
Blaine was screaming. Actually screaming and he was sure the neighbours on either side would be able to hear them clearly. In the back of his mind, he ran through all the things he'd need to do to ensure Blaine was properly taken care of afterwards but his mind was too much of a fuzzy haze to really focus on any of it.
'Cum for me little one.' he instructed. It thrilled him to no end that even after all the build-up, the teasing, his desperation; his boy still knew to ask him for permission. He wondered if he could train him to only be able to cum with his permission. 'You've more than earned your orgasm. Let me hear you.' he demanded, maintaining his punishing pace.
Blaine Anderson
It didn't take much after that. As soon as Alex gave him permission, Blaine felt his body relax entirely. The brutal pace was back and his moans were loud and slightly higher than usual. And it was with one, two, three more thrusts that he finally, finally came, spilling over the countertop where he was bent, covering it, himself and even the floor in his release.
But Blaine didn't care. It didn't bother him that he was filthy, covered in both his own and his Master's release from before because he bent lower over the counter, holding himself open and letting his legs spread wider for his Master, practically screaming as he fucked him, long after his orgasm.
Alexander Smythe
It was quite easily the most filthy, raw sex they'd ever had. It was intense and he was completely lost in the moment. Nothing outside the two of them and the bathroom mattered. Nothing. He knew if he looked in the mirror, he'd look as wrecked as Blaine did. His whole body felt soaked with sweat and his hair was both stuck to his forehead and sticking up at all angles. Blaine's orgasm came and went and he continued to pound into him.
When his own orgasm came, his hips stuttered to a stop and he closed his eyes, allowing the pleasant sensation to just wash over him. He pulled out almost immediately, watching with a satisfied smirk as his release leaked from Blaine's abused hole. He bent over him and pressed a kiss against the bite mark on his shoulder.
'I hope that was worth it, my love.' he whispered. 'Let yourself relax now. You can kneel, you can sit, you can stay exactly as you are. I'm going to run as a bath, and start the shower. We'll rinse off before getting in the tub and I'll take care of you.' he explained. 'You were perfect Blaine. My perfect boy.'
Blaine Anderson
Blaine's entire body was shaking and he was practically sobbing from how sensitive he was. There were actually a few tears rolling down his cheeks but he barely noticed. Instead he focused his gaze on Alex in the mirror, watching as he fucked Blaine relentlessly. He knew when his Master was close, he always knew and sure enough, he was stilling and Blaine could feel him finishing deep inside, letting out a soft whimper. But he was gone, much faster than usual and Blaine let out a hiss, clenching around nothing. He really did hate being empty, especially after a scene like the one they'd just shared.
Blaine could only nod at his Master and when he pulled away to run the bath, his legs finally gave way and Blaine slumped to the floor, leaning against the counter, his eyes closed. He was breathing heavily and he didn't care that he could feel Alex's release slowly leaking from his hole, or that he was sitting in his own. "I... love you so much," Blaine mumbled, not having the energy to open his eyes and look up at his Master. "So much. I love you."
Alexander Smythe
Blaine was the only person who saw this side to him; he was always kind but he only ever looked at Blaine with the kind of soft, open expression he had now. He moved towards him, gently hooking his hands under his arms to help him to his feet. 'I love you too Sweetheart. Shhh.' he hummed, supporting his weight as he led him to the walk-in shower. 'You don't need to talk, there's nothing to say little one.' he soothed, stroking his fingertips down his back.
He held Blaine around his waist and stepped backwards into the shower, positioning himself so Blaine could lean against his chest if he so desired. He unhooked the shower head and slowly moved the steady stream of water over Blaine's body, rinsing away sweat and cum. It shocked him how awake he felt; he was almost vibrating with energy and he put it down to adrenaline and the knowledge that he needed to take care of Blaine before he could possibly let himself relax.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine gave a whine of protest when he was lifted to his feet and guided to the shower. He kept hold of Alex as he began to wash him, not trusting himself to hold his own weight. Blaine trusted Alex though which was why he relied on him here, why he didn't say anything and just let his Master wash him carefully. His breathing was soft and relaxed and he rubbed at his eyes a little, looking up at Alex.
"We still... having a bath?" He asked in an exhausted voice, arms moving to wrap around Alex's middle, his head resting on his chest. "You'll have to hold me. Legs... won't stop shaking."
Alexander Smythe
'We are sweetheart.' he answered quietly. 'I know this isn't particularly relaxing but I think if we're going to sit in the bath for a while, we should rinse the mess off ourselves.' he explained. He moved the shower head between Blaine's legs, pressing the button to reduce the water pressure and gently cleaned him off as best he could. 'You just lean all your weight against me Blaine. I've got you.' It was a good five more minutes before he was content that they were clean enough and he turned the water off.
He guided Blaine towards the tub which had filled while they were in the shower. 'I'm gonna pick you up and put you in sweetheart. Your skin is probably incredibly tender so the hot water might sting a little at first but you'll be okay.' He slid his arm under Blaine's legs and scooped him up before gently lowering him into the tub. He waited until Blaine seemed settled before he climbed in behind him, and immediately pulled him back against his chest. 'There. We can relax now.' he hummed, brushing his lips against the shell of his ear.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine simply hummed in response, unsure if he had the energy to physically respond. He whimpered at the feel of the water between his legs. But Alex made sure he was gentle and Blaine leaned against his Master as he cleaned them both off. And then he was being guided out again, still leaning heavily on Alex. For a second time, all Blaine responded with was a "mhm" but he wrapped his arms around Alex's neck as he lifted him.
Just as his Master had predicted, the hot water stung the tender flesh and his ass ached. But he relaxed quickly and as soon as Alex was in the tub behind him, Blaine was relaxing against his chest. For a while they stayed like that; Blaine made no effort to talk and he his breathing was soft and quiet.
"I love you," he said after about five minutes, turning onto his side a little and cuddling in close. "My Alex. My Master. My love. Soulmate. Love you." His words were very quiet and Blaine's eyes were closed as he cuddled in close. His breathing evened out and in a matter of minutes, he was sound asleep, still naked and still cuddling into Alex.
Alexander Smythe
Soulmate. That was new and it left him with a rather pleasant feeling. He wasn't surprised when Blaine fell asleep. It was almost always his only reaction after a scene, or any kind of intense play. He washed him gently; working a lathered up sponge over his skin until it was fresh and clean. He debated washing his hair but decided it wasn't essential and could be taken care of in the morning. He let the water drain from the bath before he climbed out. He woke Blaine up, just barely, from his sleep so he could help him out of the bath. 'Just stand for me so I can dry you off and then you can doze right back off sweetheart.' he whispered. He'd hung towels on the radiator and he wrapped one around his waist, before selecting the fluffiest one to dry his boy off.
He scooped the now dry, and still very naked Blaine into his arms and carried him back through to their bedroom. There was a small chaise lounge by the balcony doors and he laid him there, covering him with a weighted blanket so he could rest comfortably while he changed the sheets. He made short work of the bed, replacing the sheets and tossing the soiled ones into the hallway outside to be laundered later. Blaine had fallen back to sleep and with care, he picked him up again, tucking him securely into his side of the bed.
He admired him for a moment; quiet and peaceful and wondered how anyone could have possibly hurt him. A dangerous thought crept into his mind. You hurt him. He shook the thought from his brain and dried off, dressing in a pair of grey sweatpants. He still didn't feel tired and so instead of climbing into bed next to Blaine, he tidied up. He cleaned the bedroom; put their toys away before making a start on the bathroom.
When the only cleaning left to do was that outside of their bedroom, he stopped. He wasn't comfortable leaving Blaine and so despite his alertness, he climbed into bed next to him and stroked his fingers through his hair. As he watched him, the dark thoughts he tried to banish came in hard and fast. He had hurt him. He'd broken the poor boy he claimed to love, he'd exhausted him to the point he hadn't been able to stand and had collapsed into the mess Alex had forced him to leave on the floor. His heart beat uncomfortably fast but he kept quiet; no longer able to look at Blaine. His fingers continued to massage through his hair but his gaze focused directly in front of him.
Blaine Anderson
There was a moment where he was being woken and stood in the bathroom, rubbing his eyes tiredly. But then he felt the warm, fluffy towel around his naked body, felt the familiar strong arms around him, lifting him from the ground and holding him close before he was set down on a comfortable surface. He barely even opened his eyes, didn't utter a single word to Alex before he fell back asleep again, curled up underneath the warm blanket. His sleep was dreamless, content and Blaine didn't stir for hours.
When he opened his eyes, the room was much darker than it had been before. The only source of light came from the moon, filtering in through the open window. There were barely any sounds from the streets below them and Blaine shifted happily, cuddling closer to his Master. He was content with the fingers moving through his hair and felt comfortable. Wait. The fingers moving through his hair? Blaine opened his eyes again, looking up at Alex, who seemed very much awake and was staring ahead of him. There was something about his expression that frightened Blaine, though he figured he was probably afraid because he didn't recognise the look on Alex's face.
"Alex?" Blaine asked, voice slightly hoarse, both from sleep and how loud he'd screamed earlier. "W-What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Alexander Smythe
He didn't know how long he'd been awake; he was just very aware of the fact that he couldn't sleep. It took a moment for Blaine's voice to register and he just shook his head in response. 'It was too much. Far too much Blaine'. he answered quietly. 'No, just -- I'm fine. You need to go back to sleep. You really shouldn't be awake right now.' That was the only way he could fix the damage he had to have caused; to make it right, Blaine needed rest and then when he woke up properly, he could -- Well, he didn't know what he could do but he could do something.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine frowned at the words. Too much? What did he mean? He sat up a little, despite Alex suggesting he go back to sleep. It wasn't an order, so he wasn't going to listen. And if he did order him? Well, he'd cross that bridge when they got to it. "Alex," he said softly, reaching for his hand and holding it in his own. "What's the matter? Please don't lie to me. We promised honesty, I thought it worked both ways." Blaine looked sad and his eyes swam with tears, though he wasn't sure why. "Please. I'm not asking as your slave. I'm asking as a man who loves you to tell me what's on your mind."
Alexander Smythe
Not as your slave. Those words made him change his line of sight; first he looked at Blaine’s hand covering his own, then he looked at his face. There were tears in his eyes and it caused his own to widen in horror. ‘No, no Blaine. No please don’t cry. You can’t — I can’t make you cry again.’ He wanted to bring his fingers to his face and wipe away his tears before they had a chance to fall but he couldn’t quite make himself touch him. ‘I don’t know what’s on my mind. You just — You can’t cry Blaine. Please don’t.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine's eyes widened in alarm as Alex spoke suddenly, making to move but stopping himself. Why was Alex's reluctant to touch him? He moved back a little from him, so they weren't touching at all, and watched him in confusion. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to make the tears go away and brought his knees up to his chest, looking tiny. "You haven't made me cry..." Blaine said, clearly confused. "I don't know what you mean 'again'. But you're lying to me and it's not fair. I've worked so hard this year to be completely open and honest with you. Do you know how difficult that was?"
Blaine took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. After a while he opened them again, wiping away the few tears that had fallen. When he spoke, his words were bitter, almost angry. "I work so hard every day to be honest with you. Even when I'm terrified to tell you something, or if I get triggered and I get frightened because of my family. But every time, I talk to you. And it's not fair that you've tried to get me to be honest with you, to the point where there is no one I trust more, and you can't even tell me when something is bothering you!"
Alexander Smythe
He blinked. Horrified not by the way Blaine was taking to him, but by what he was saying. He didn’t realise he was crying until he opened his mouth to speak and instead of words, a choked sob left his mouth. Feeling what he could only label as embarrassment, he clapped his hand to his mouth. ‘I —‘ he swallowed thickly and shook his head. ‘I’m not lying.’ He could feel the hand Blaine was no longer holding trembling and he gripped the duvet tightly in an attempt to stop it. ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I — I can’t tell you what I’m thinking because you can’t lie to me. I’ll know by the look on your face and I — What if I say it out loud and it’s true? What I did to you Blaine — it was too much. I didn’t care.’ His words were falling fast and he couldn’t control them. He couldn’t blink away his tears fast enough and they made Blaine blue in front of him. ‘You were screaming. And I hurt you. You hips against the counter - what was I thinking? You - you cried Blaine and it turned me on.’ He whispered. All he could think about was hearing Blaine’s brother say something similar about Blaine’s tears. ‘I — What did I do to you? I’m supposed to love you.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine waited. He waited for Alex to tell him what had been on his mind, watched as he gripped at the duvet. He knew the way he was talking to Alex would have earned him a punishment but he didn't care because Alex needed to hear it. Their first rule was honesty and it should have gone both ways. So Blaine waited for Alex to speak and listened carefully. As soon as his Master had spoken, he moved across the bed, arms wrapping around him and pulling him into his chest, fingers in his hair soothingly. He'd only ever seen Alex cry once before and it broke his heart.
"You didn't hurt me," he whispered, kissing the top of his head. "We had really intense sex, Alex. I screamed because it felt amazing. You try being in a cock ring while you've been fucked and teased, and then finally being allowed to let go," he said lightly as though trying to coax a smile onto Alex's face. "My hips... It didn't hurt that much, honestly. I told you, I wanted to explore that side of things, a little pain play. If it'd been too much, I'd have used my safeword. You know that. But it wasn't too much, it was amazing. I'm pretty sure that's the best orgasm I've ever had." Blaine sighed softly. "I cried because I felt so overwhelmed. You don't understand what it's like to be me."
He hated the words as they left his mouth and Blaine heaved another sigh, sitting back against the bed and holding Alex close to his chest. "I was brought up to serve. I expected to be purchased by someone who would fuck me relentlessly without any care for my pleasure and beat me daily. I expected Braxton to buy me so he could hurt me until he killed me, which I know he would have done eventually. I was used to daily beatings, to bruises and being raped." The words were harsh but Blaine went on. "And then I met you. Someone who cared for me. That first night... You cared about my pleasure and you wouldn't let me get you off because you didn't want me to feel like I had to. Every day I'm with you I feel stronger, happier. I cried because in that moment, I couldn't believe I had a Master who loved me. You were fucking me so roughly but even then, I could feel how much you love me. I can't explain it. But I promise I'm okay."
Alexander Smythe
‘I can’t ever hurt you Blaine.’ He whispered, pressing his face as tightly against Blaine’s chest as he could manage. ‘I don’t know why I’m feeling like this.’ They’d never sat like this; he was considerably taller than Blaine and he was sure he must look ridiculous trying to curl up against him but Blaine’s arms just were right enough around him, he couldn’t get close enough. ‘You were just so — We didn’t talk Blaine. I didn’t know you were okay.’ He tried to explain how the thoughts had crept into his mind and he wasn’t sure he was being articulate enough but he was trying.
His chest tightened in the most uncomfortable way as Blaine described how he’d expected his life to go and with all his privilege, he felt guilty for behaving the way he was. ‘I just — I looked at you and I couldn’t understand how anyone could ever hurt someone so - so perfect. And then I saw your shoulder. And I realised I hurt you.’ He shook his head and a bitter chuckle escaped his lips. ‘I have never felt like this.’ He breathed deeply, trying to find some sort of steady rhythm. ‘I’m so sorry Blaine.’ He didn’t know if he was apologising for the way he’d treated him or the way he was behaving now; maybe both.
‘Please don’t be angry with me.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine only held Alex closer as he spoke, continuing to move his fingers through his hair gently. It was different, that was for sure, and it was like Blaine was in control for once. Right now, all he wanted to do was make sure his Master, his love was okay. Nothing else really mattered. He listened to Alex speak, closing his eyes and letting out a long breath. He could sense Alex trying to get control of his breathing and reached down for Alex's hand, placing it on his own chest and whispering "Just copy my breathing, okay?"
For a while, they just sat there and Blaine kept a tight hold of his Master. He never wanted to see Alex upset and he kissed his head again as he apologised, shaking his head. "Alexander, you have nothing to be sorry for. You didn't hurt me, not in the way you think you did. We played with pain, you spanked me and then used me for your own. If I didn't trust you, I'd have said my safe word. I'd have begged you to stop. I can do that now because you have built my strength up."
Blaine thought for a moment before giving a heavy sigh. "I'm not angry with you. I'm really happy you're being honest with me. And... if you want to punish me for yelling at you, then I understand. But... Maybe after pretty heavy scenes like that, you need some aftercare too. It's not all about me. Your wellbeing is important too, Alex."
Alexander Smythe
Between Blaine helping him breathe, and his repeated reassurances, Alexander found his head started to feel less foggy. He squeezed his eyes shut and slowly felt himself starting to come back to himself. He moved back, extracting himself from Blaine’s embrace and sat cross-legged on the bed, just looking at him.
‘I’m sorry.’ He repeated softy, holding up his hand to stop Blaine speaking just in case he felt the need to interrupt. ‘You shouldn’t — You shouldn’t have had to do that. Not like that. I’m sorry that’s what you woke up to.’ He clarified. He maintained eye contact but his fingers toyed with the material of his pants. ‘I think I tried to change my headspace too quickly. I don’t know but I — I didn’t want to wake you but maybe I should have. Because I think if w-we’re going to play like that, we need to talk afterwards. I need you to tell me you’re okay. I need to hear that you mean it.’
‘This — The way I feel scares me sometimes. Not the love part.’ He clarified quickly. ‘The sadistic part. And I’ve never really let that out around you. Never like that. And I don’t think I was prepared for the crash.’
Blaine Anderson
Blaine almost pouted when Alex moved out from his embrace but let him go, watching him move. He suddenly was very aware that he was completely naked and Alex was in sweatpants and glanced down at his bare legs, blushing a little. He opened his mouth immediately to tell Alex he didn't need to apologise but the hand stopped him and he closed his mouth again, listening. And Blaine understood. Alex needed aftercare as much as he did, and he'd be more than happy to help.
"I'm okay, I promise," he said softly, crawling a little closer to his Master and kneeling just in front of him on the bed, not quite touching him. "Shall we make it a new rule? Obviously we don't have to after we have sex every time because sometimes we don't play like that but every time we do play, even if it's just spanking, we'll both take some time afterwards."
He frowned a little and shook his head at Alex, itching to reach out and hold him again. "You don't have to be scared, Alex," he said softly. "I told you, I want to explore it with you. And if anything ever becomes too much, I'll tell you. I promise."
Alexander Smythe
He took a deep breath before he reached out and brushed his fingers through Blaine's hair. 'I'm terrified.' he said quietly. 'I'm terrified because when I do that, I see my Dad. I see the man who whipped people until they couldn't stand because that was something he enjoyed. I don't -- I saw him hurt people he claimed to love. Fuck, he hurt us; his kids. And I -- I couldn't live with myself if I ever did that to you. It's clearly -- clearly something I need to work through and I promise I'll be honest with you. I promise you that Blaine. I won't ever lie to you.' he said earnestly.
He flashed him the briefest of sad smiles; he hoped it was somewhat reassuring that he was at least on a path to deal with what he was experiencing. 'I want you to go to the dresser; pick out one of my hoodies and put it on. Then, if you're not opposed, I want us to get out of this room tonight. Let's pull the blankets out onto the couch and watch Star Wars.' he nodded. 'I think that might be good for both of us. I think I need to hold you for a while.'
Blaine Anderson
"We can work through this together, Alex," Blaine said softly, leaning up to kiss him softly. "I know what you mean. And we can work this out. Our kinks, the whole... pain thing. I trust you completely so we can work this out." He listened to Alex's words and nodded again at the suggestion. He pushed himself to his feet and made his way to the dresser, quickly slipping some underwear on as one of Alex's hoodies.
Then Blaine went back to his Master and reached for his hand to pull him back up and into the lounge. "We can sit and watch Star Wars, Sir. But if I fall asleep, just jab me awake again, okay?"
Alexander Smythe
He wrapped his arms around him from behind once they stopped in the lounge, and his lips moved directly against his neck as he spoke. 'I didn't tell you you could put underwear on Blaine.' he whispered, pressing a kiss against the spot normally darkened by a possessive hickey. He held him close against his chest and slid his hands into the pocket at the front of the hoodie.
This was a form of aftercare in itself; seeing Blaine in his clothes had excited him at first and then the familiarity had become comforting. Seeing his name emblazoned across his back, the material not quite long enough to cover his ass completely; he showed him how comfortable Blaine was and he needed to see that. He was only realising now how much he needed to see it.
'I'm not going to wake you if you fall asleep.' he said, shaking his head. 'I'm okay. I don't know if I'm going to sleep yet but I just -- I heard what you said in the bedroom and that's what I needed to hear.' he assured him softly.
Blaine Anderson
Blaine blushed at the words, realising he'd done something wrong. He pulled the underwear off immediately and left them on the floor, wrapping his arms around his Master. Wearing Alex's clothes was always something he loved doing; he was so much smaller than Alex and his clothes often hung off him, making him look tinier than before.
Now dressed only in Alex's hoodie, he settled down against the couch, tucking his legs beneath him and tugged Alex down beside him, reaching for the remote to find the movie and putting it on. "No," Blaine protested, pouting at Alex. "If I fall asleep, wake me up. I want to know you're okay, okay? I want to stay with you, Sir."
Alexander Smythe
He leaned in and left a lingering kiss against Blaine's pouting lips. 'Sweetheart, I will feel so much happier if I know you're getting some proper rest.' He drew Blaine close to him, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his hands on his bare thighs. Touching him felt good; Blaine never flinched from his touch. He'd grown up watching his father's slaves flinch away instinctively when he got too close and Blaine always did the opposite, he leaned into his touch and that was the most reassuring thing he could do. 'I love you Blaine.' he whispered, speaking against the material of his hoodie because he'd pressed his face against Blaine's neck. 'I promise I'm always going to love you. I'm always going to take care of you.'
Blaine Anderson
Blaine hummed softly at the gentle touch to his bare thighs, moving a little closer to his Master. He didn't look at him though as the movie started playing, settling down against Alex and sighing. There was a soft smile on his lips at the muffled words and Blaine simply reached for one of his hands so he could lace their fingers together, getting comfortable. "I love you too. And you know I'm always going to be here to look after you as well. No matter what."
NOTES: Kate has the house to herself for the entire weekend. Blair picks her up from school and drives her home, where they share some firsts together.
Kate Hummel
The bell signalling the end of Friday and the beginning of the week rang, and Kate had never heard a more welcome sound. Ever since returning to McKinley, her time with Blair had been severely cut into because there was just no logical way they could make the drive to the other and back as often as they would like. This weekend however her Dad and Carol were going to be out of town; she was sure it was their third ‘belated’ honeymoon in as many months. She couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed; it thrilled her to see her Dad so happy. Given they’d spent the majority of their Honeymoon fund on her Dalton fees, she encouraged them to take these local weekend trips whenever she spotted a good deal online.
Another draw to these weekends away was the fact that she and Finn would have the house to themselves. More specifically, there was no-one to tell her that her girlfriend couldn’t sleepover and given her basement residence, they had complete privacy.
She’d got a ride with Finn that morning and so Blair had promised to pick her up; she almost knocked Mr. Schuester flat on his ass as she rushed out of his History class. She spotted Blair immediately and she flung her arms around her in a very dramatic Kate fashion. ‘Four and a half days Blair. I haven’t seen you in four and a half days.’ She lamented, although the smile gave her acting away. ‘I missed you.’
Blair Anderson
While Blair was incredibly happy that Kate was back at McKinley, safe and away from the psychopath who had been bullying her, she couldn't deny how much she missed her. The warblers had noticed how quiet Blair seemed to be in practice and knew she was missing her girlfriend. But today she didn't care. It was the weekend, Blair was picking Kate up from school and she was spending the entire weekend with her. Truthfully, she couldn't wait. She had missed her more than she'd care to admit.
The drive to McKinley was simple enough and she pulled up in an empty space, getting out of the car and leaning against it while she waited. Blair was in her school uniform and anxiously smoothed down her skirt while she waited, aware that some of the other students were staring at her.
But none of that mattered as soon as she saw Kate, bursting out of the main entrance to the school and running over to her. And suddenly there were arms around her neck and Blair had to move quickly to catch her girlfriend, laughing as the taller girl practically flung herself at her.
"Four and a half days," Blair echoed, shaking her head sadly. "How have you managed to cope with only speaking with me on the phone every single night, until one of us falls asleep? However have you managed?" Blair grinned, leaning down and kissing Kate tenderly. "I missed you too. But you have me to yourself the whole weekend."
Kate Hummel
‘Are you alluding to the fact that I’m mad for feeling so needy?’ She asked, arching a perfectly growled brow. She kissed her again; sweetly, chastely and just allowed herself to enjoy the affection. It had taken her a while to feel comfortable with being affectionate with Blair in public; this relationship was a big step for both of them because no-one understood better than her girlfriend just how unsafe things could be for them outside the Dalton bubble.
‘All weekend. I have given Finn strict instructions to stay at Puck’s tonight because I want to wine and dine you.’ She explained, as she stepped out of her embrace. ‘And I want to be able to do it without him feeling the need to complain about why I didn’t make him dinner too.’ She nodded.
She climbed into the passenger seat, twisting in her chair to throw her messenger bag in the back. ‘How was your day today?’ She asked, leaning forward to fiddle with the radio as Blair drove out of the parking lot.
Blair Anderson
"Absolutely not, I've been feeling incredibly needy myself and I am in urgent need of attention from my girlfriend," Blair said with a grin, wrapping her arms around her a little tighter and kissing her forehead. Blair's eyebrow rose when Kate mentioned kicking Finn out of the house for the night and couldn't help but grin, watching her girlfriend climb into the passenger seat of her car before she climbed in herself.
"You constantly surprise me, Kate Hummel," she said fondly, buckling her seatbelt. She drove out of the parking lot and began the familiar journey to Kate's house, watching her play with the radio. She was so comfortable around Blair and it was so different from the girl she'd caught spying on the Warblers all that time ago. And god, Blair was hopelessly in love with her.
"Boring without you," she said with a smile, winking at Kate before focusing on the road again. "Serena has a new person she's pursuing, which has definitely been a relief. It's like she finally got the hint that I do not want anything to do with her. Although I don't think the person she's trying to sleep with does either, so I feel a little sorry for her." Blair wrinkled her nose at the thought but when she stopped the car at a red light, leaning over to kiss Kate happily. "What about you, how has your day been?"
Kate Hummel
‘Ah! Eyes on the road Blair Anderson!’ She warned, moving back and out of reach of her lips. ‘My day was pretty boring too.’ She agreed. ‘Although you’ll never guess, but Rachel has decided that she simply must sing a solo for sectionals this year. Apparently Celine Dion cane to her in a dream and told her she was born to sing the love theme from Titanic.’ She rolled her eyes as she spoke. ‘Whoops! There I go, giving away our best kept secret.’ She laughed, as she finally settled on a station she liked.
‘I’m glad Serena has taken the hint. I was getting worried I was going to have to write ‘Kate Hummel is my girlfriend’ in your forehead since I’m not there to say it in person.’ She teased as they pulled into her driveway.
‘Come on in,’ She invited eagerly. ‘I have a bit of a surprise for you.’ It wouldn’t be a surprise once Blair learned what it was; it was something she’d done at her request after all but she was keen to tell her anyway. The weekend before had been playing on a loop in her mind for days, as though now she’d had a taste, she couldn’t get enough.
Blair Anderson
"Rachel, singing a solo for sectionals? Groundbreaking," Blair said with a cheeky grin, turning a corner on their drive. It didn't take long and Blair enjoyed listening to Kate ramble about Rachel Berry. She'd only met the mysterious Rachel once but Blair could tell she was a force to be reckoned with. But she had nothing on Kate.
"You could have written that on my head and the creep still would have tried something. When I first told her I had a girlfriend, her response was 'doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you'. And I thought it was disgusting." Blair shuddered as they pulled into Kate's driveway, cutting the engine and relaxing.
"A surprise?" Blair said with a grin, grabbing both of their bags from the back and carrying them through to the house. "And what kind of surprise could you have for me? You've already told me you're going to wine and dine me, what more could a girl want?"
Kate Hummel
‘Well, it’s not really a physical surprise per say.’ She explained, feeling herself blush as she knew where the conversation was going. She didn’t feel the same embarrassment as she once had because the touch of fingertips had lost their appeal after she’d heard the way Blair could moan for her when she used her mouth.
She took the bags, and tossed them in the hall closet. She closed the distance between her and her girlfriend and grinned, taking both of Blair’s hands in hers. ‘I just wanted to tell you that I heard what you said last weekend. And that I’ve taken your advice on board this week and spent a lot of time doing a little exploring of myself.’ She hummed, pressing close against her. ‘And you can do with that information what you will.’ She nodded. She felt very excited by the new steps they were taking in their relationship; and unsurprisingly Blair had been right. It had been a little uncomfortable touching herself at first but she’d come round to it, starting to find some pleasure, learning where to touch and how to touch.
‘I wanted to be comfortable so you could be comfortable so we both could be comfortable.’ She explained, toying with her fingers. ‘And I’m not saying we have to immediately fall into bed together or anything dramatic like that, but I just wanted you to know. Because you, my beautiful Blair, inspired every touch.’
Blair Anderson
Blair tilted her head to the side in confusion at her words and the blush, unsure what Kate was talking about. But she trusted her and followed her anyway, watching in amusement as she tossed the bags into a closet, out of sight. Blair glanced at their entwined hands before looking back up at her girlfriend, listening.
And then a small smirk appeared on her lips. Kate was pressing closer to her and Blair was automatically wrapping an arm around her girlfriend's waist, hand resting on her hips.
"Kate Hummel, are you saying you touched yourself in the naughtiest of ways?" She asked teasingly and pulling her impossibly closer. "That's... actually a really appealing thought, and one I'm probably not going to be able to get out of my head for weeks, maybe even months. I'm glad you feel more comfortable though, baby," Blair added, kissing her forehead softly.
"And the fact I inspired every touch is stupidly hot. I hope you know that when you went home last weekend, I had to touch myself because you'd worked me up so much."
Kate Hummel
She’d never imagined using pet names, let alone liking them being used in her. She was Kate Hummel, thank you very much; not someone’s honey or sweetheart. However, as was always the case, Blair was the exception to every rule she’d imagined for herself. When Blair called her baby, she felt warm and loved. It made her smile, brightly, especially when it was used so casually, especially when they were in front of their friends.
‘I touched myself in incredibly naughty ways.’ She whispered, her cheeks only glowing a brighter red as she spoke. ‘And it was almost as good as touching you.’ She punctuated her statement with a long, hard kiss; practically melting against Blair which cause the other to be backed against the wall.
‘Now,’ she grinned, once she had to pull back to breathe, ‘as much as I adore you in your uniform, if you want to get changed, you should go right ahead. I’ll go get the popcorn on and we can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.’ She announced. ‘Your choice!’
Blair Anderson
Blair's cheeks were pink as Kate despite what she did and she ducked her head a little as she listened. But then Kate was kissing her and Blair practically melted against her, unable to stop herself from smiling against her girlfriend's lips. "The fact you say it's almost as good as touching me is actually really flattering," Blair said when they pulled away, a hand coming to play with Kate's hair.
Blair rolled her eyes and stepped back from her girlfriend so she could grab her bag from the cupboard. "As much as you love me being in a skirt, I think I'll get changed into something more comfortable. Especially if we're having a movie night," she added, making her way down to Kate's bedroom so she could change into a simple t-shirt and shorts. Blair placed her bag neatly in the corner before glancing at Kate's bed and blushing furiously when she realised that was where she'd touched herself.
Her cheeks still burning, Blair made her way back up the stairs and into the kitchen, where the popcorn was already beginning to pop. Blair wrapped her arms around Kate's waist from behind, grinning as she kissed the back of her neck. "Much more comfortable," she said with a laugh. "And this way, you still get to see my legs, so you don't miss out too much."
Kate Hummel
She turned in Blair's arms and leaned down to kiss her lips chastely. 'Well, you know how much I love your legs.' she hummed contently against her lips. She brought her hands up to Blair's face and cupped her cheek. 'I love having you here with me, with no-one else around. This is exactly what things will be like for us in New York.' she daydreamed aloud. 'Me, you, our tiny shoebox apartment that we pay too much rent for, and the smell of freshly popped popcorn.' she grinned.
'Why don't you go pick something for us to watch?' she invited, eager for Blair for discover the fairy-lit fort she'd put together before classes that morning. 'I'll get us sodas and finish this off.'
Blair Anderson
Blair grinned at Kate's words and wiggled her eyebrows before she cracked up laughing. The touch to her cheek had her falling quiet and she listened to her girlfriend, her heart soaring. Oh, she couldn't wait for the day the two of them ran and escaped to New York. It would be absolutely amazing and Blair was beyond excited. Just the two of them, making the tiny apartment their home in the city they both loved.
"Of course," Blair said, pressing one final kiss to Kate's lips before reluctantly pulling away and making her way into the living room, the path familiar to her now. But she hadn't been expecting the furniture to have been pushed back to make way for a custom-built blanket fort, complete with pillows inside and fairy lights inside, giving the tiny space the cosiest atmosphere Blair had ever seen. Damn, she really was in love with Kate. That was what she thought as she browsed the selection of movies Kate had before resigning to Netflix to find their trusted favourite - Moulin Rouge.
Kate Hummel
When the popcorn had popped and she’d served it up, she took a moment to glance down at her outfit. It was on point, obviously, but it wasn’t the most cuddly attire. She made short work of nipping down to her bedroom to change into a pair of shorts, and a sweater so oversized it hung like a dress.
Carefully balancing a selection of treats on a tray; treats comprising of popcorn, chocolate strawberries, coffee cream éclairs, marshmallows and a tub of vanilla frosting, Kate joined her girlfriend in the fort. Dating in Lima was difficult for your average straight couple; there wasn’t a huge selection of choice and the higher end restaurants that were suitable for a real date were just out of budget. The situation was further complicated when you were a young lesbian because not everywhere was accepting of the chaste kisses, or hand-holding they engaged in publicly. She hadn’t wanted to start their weekend off poorly and so this was the cosy date night in she had devised. If she knew Blair, and she did know Blair, all her effort would be appreciated and enjoyed.
‘I know I said I’d cook later, so I might have gone overboard on the treats but I couldn’t make my mind up yesterday.’ She chuckled as she balanced the tray in front of where they’d sit. ‘If this totally ruins your appetite, we can order late night pizza and I can cook tomorrow.’ She promised.
Blair Anderson
Her girlfriend climbing into the thought was far cuter than it probably should have been, and it brought a smile to Blair's face as she watched. She reached forwards to take the tray, just to make sure it didn't fall as Kate climbed in and as soon as she had, set it down again. It was easy then, to just bring her arm out and wrap it around her body as they settled down. Blair was smiling and kissed her girlfriend's head gently.
"That is more than okay with me, babe," she said with another grin. "It may be completely predictable of me, but I figured we could watch Moulin Rouge. I mean, it's pretty much become our movie and I can't think of a better way to spend a movie night with my wonderful girlfriend than watching this. Is that okay?"
Kate Hummel
‘Moulin Rouge is perfect!’ She agreed, smiling brightly. She pushed the tray forward so that they would have more room to recline back. ‘You should lay with your head in my lap so I can play with your hair.’ She suggested, looking at Blair expectantly. That was one of her favourite positions to sit in; Blair would lay across her lap and she’d spend the duration of whatever they were watching just stroking through her hair, twisting her curls around her fingers.
‘I’ll even feed you chocolate strawberries.’ She added as an incentive. She waited until they were both comfortable before she pressed play and began to relax as the familiar soundtrack started to wash over her.
Blair Anderson
Blair grinned at her girlfriend and nodded eagerly. Oh, laying with her head in Kate's lap was definitely her preferred position. For some reason, it made her feel so comfortable and safe, especially when the other girl would play with her curls. Blair was moving quickly, curled up with her head resting in Kate's lap as the movie began.
As promised, Blair was fed chocolate strawberries and every now and then, she'd look up at Kate and give her a soft smile, the kind of smile only ever reserved for her girlfriend, before focusing her attention on the movie once more. She was completely relaxed like this and it showed.
Kate Hummel
Her fingers trailed absently through Blair’s hair, allowing it to fan out over her thighs and twisting the ends around her fingers. They both knew better than to try and talk to one another during the movie; they hung on every word and she smiled at the occasional moments she caught the dark haired girl signing along.
The movie was coming to a close when her mind started to drift from the fictional story to her own story. To Blair. She had discovered last week that despite feeling a little awkward about the whole thing a lot of the time, she quite enjoyed putting Blair in the position where she was the one being teased.
Kate reached for the tub of frosting and thought for a moment before swiping her finger through it. She brought it down towards Blair’s lips and waited, giving her the opportunity to tell her she was gross, or to lick it off.
Blair Anderson
Blair's entire attention was focused on the movie now, her eyes fixed on the screen while her girlfriend played with her hair. She bit her lip a little and willed herself not to get too emotional at the scenes playing out. But then she was distracted by feeling Kate moved and she looked up, watching her reach for the tub of frosting and gather some on her finger.
Oh.
She was holding it out in front of Blair's lips. Her heart began to beat a little faster and before she could talk herself out of anything, she leaned up and licked the frosting off Kate's finger, groaning softly at the taste. "You know that's really good, right? And eating frosting from the tub is like, a guilty pleasure? My mom always yells if she catches me."
Kate Hummel
She repeated the process; no-one but then was going to eat the frosting and Blair’s lips around her finger felt too inviting to miss. It was delightfully intimate. ‘Well then allow me to indulge you away from her watchful eye.’ She teased,
The third time, she brushed some of the sugary substance against Blair’s lips and leaned down to kiss it away. The position was a little uncomfortable but it was more than worth it to suck Blair’s lower lip between hers and clear it of the treat. ‘You’re right.’ She grinned. ‘It does taste pretty incredible.’
Blair Anderson
"You spoil me," Blair said to Kate with a laugh, easily accepting some more of the frosting. But after that, Kate had leaned down to kiss her and Blair's cheeks were slightly pink at both the action and the words that follow, playfully pushing the other gently. "Do you want me to stay here so you can play with my hair, or are you looking for an excuse to make out with me?" She questioned, turning and sitting up a little on her elbows so she could see her properly. "Because you know I'm happy with either."
Kate Hummel
‘I’m really greedy so honestly I want both those things.’ She answered honestly, giving her girlfriend a confident once over. ‘The movie’s nearly over and doesn’t it leave you feeling a little bit romantic?’ She asked curiously. ‘And it’s kinda hot to — y’know, with the frosting.’ She added with a blushing grin.
She glanced to her side and paused for a moment before she made her move. There were traces of frosting on her fingers and she smeared it across her lips. ‘Come and kiss me Blair.’ She requested, voice a little lower as desire crept into her tone. She was never one to be distracted from Moulin Rouge, not until the last credit had rolled, but for the past week all she had thought about was Blair, Blair’s mouth, Blair’s hands; Blair replacing every touch against her skin, Blair’s hand slipping between her legs, Blair’s teeth nipping at her neck.
Blair Anderson
Blair nodded when Kate mentioned the movie leaving her feeling romantic because she felt the same. Movies like that often left her feeling like true love existed and that anything was possible, even if Moulin Rouge had a tragic ending. And she'd found love with Kate. Kate, who could barely function in the morning until she'd had her first coffee. Kate, who found the good in people no matter what. Kate, who Blair was hopelessly in love with.
At the request, Blair scrambled up and moved so she was straddling Kate's hips, body pressed closer to her. She couldn't focus on anything but her girlfriend and she loved it, leaning forwards to close the gap between their lips and kiss her soundly.
Kate Hummel
She looped her arms around Blair, unable to stop herself grinning like a fool against her lips. She allowed herself to fall back against the small mountain of pillows built up behind her ; pulling the other down with her. She hooked her legs around her waist and used them to hold her girlfriend in place, as close as it was physically possible for them to be.
This weekend had been marked as their weekend on her calendar for months now; it wasn’t a surprise that her Dad and Carol were out of town. The surprise was in the turn her relationship had taken. She felt quite certain that her Dad wouldn’t have agreed to Blair spending the weekend had he been aware of the change. Thankfully, beyond one brief and uncomfortable conversation, sex and everything that came with it, had never been a topic of discussion again. ‘Take this off please.’ She requested breathily as she tugged at the hem of Blair’s shirt.
Blair Anderson
Blair giggled as she was pulled down on top of Kate, unable to stop herself from reaching down and kissing her softly. She liked this, liked laying on top of her girlfriend like this. It was comfortable and she let a hand run down Kate's cheek, watching her. She could almost see the cogs turning in her mind and Blair desperately wanted to ask what she was thinking about but she resisted. And as soon as Kate had spoken, the smaller girl grinned. Her patience had been rewarded and Kate was tugging at the hem of her oversized t-shirt. Blair sat up, quickly removing the item and grinning when she revealed she hadn't been wearing a bra underneath.
"I wanted to be comfortable," Blair said with a grin as she lowered herself back down, body pressed against Kate's tightly. "Not to mention I know how much you liked me like this last week. How could I not let you see it again?" Her tone was teasing and she reached up to play with Kate's hair softly. "I love you, you know. So much."
Kate Hummel
‘Definitely like you like this.’ She hummed against her lips. Until Blair, she’d never really understood the appeal of a naked human body. Yes, some people looked very pleasant but naked, everyone had the same parts. She had never been able to fathom desperately wanting someone to lose their clothes so she could drink in their naked form, until Blair, until very recently. It wasn’t so much to do with the fact that she was topless, while she did look very nice topless. It was more to do with knowing that if she pinched a nipple between her fingers, Blair’s eyes would widen and she would moan. It was knowing that cupping and kneading the soft flesh would make her melt against her, close her eyes and tell her not to stop.
‘It’s very had to think about how much I love you when I’m distracted by your boobs B.’ She laughed, kissing at her neck. ‘Will you — will you sit up? I want to take some clothes off too.’ She requested quietly. Thus far, she’d never got as far as taking her bra off. She’s always been adamant that she didn’t want to be touched. This time felt a little different. She wanted Blair to feel free to touch her the she she’d been touched.
When Blair obliged, she only trembled slightly as she pulled her t-shirt over her head revealing a navy, lace bra; one she’d specifically purchased that week for the purpose of being able to show Blair. ‘Will you — It fastens in the front so if you want, you can take it off.’
Blair Anderson
Blair grinned at Kate's reply and she let out a soft, barely-there moan at the kisses to her neck. But then Kate was asking her to sit up and mentioned that she also wanted to lose some clothes and Blair obeyed immediately, moving to sit on Kate's thighs and watching as she removed her shirt.
"Beautiful," Blair whispered before she'd realised it, her hand coming to rest on Kate's navel as her eyes ran over the pale skin. "Absolutely beautiful." She barely registered Kate's request but looked up at her when she realised what she'd said and nodded, her hand slowly trailing up her abdomen. For a moment, Blair's fingers trailed along the mounds, over the lace material and she was sighing a little. But then she moved her fingers on the clasp and slowly unfastened it. With a gentle touch, Blair was guiding Kate up a little so she could push the bra off her shoulders.
She couldn't help but stare. Blair had wondered what Kate had looked like, of course she had, but her imagination didn't do the sight justice. Her girlfriend was breathtaking and Blair's hand hovered over a rosy pink nipple but she didn't touch. She wouldn't touch. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Blair said, her cheeks slightly pink.
Kate Hummel
Surprising herself, she didn’t feel her face redden. She didn’t feel exposed or on display. She just felt comfortable. She’d always liked her body; she’d never struggled with feeling unattractive. She’d never thought she was especially beautiful per day but she knew, objectively, she wasn’t ugly. It had always been a fear of intimacy that held her back, her uncomfortableness not with how she looked but with how to handle her body.
She laughed when Blair simply looked at her. She understood the feeling; she’d been slightly floored last week when she’d first seen her girlfriend like this. It was one thing to have the faintest imaginings but in person, it felt entirely different.
With one hand, she pressed Blair’s forward to rest against her breast. She breathed in deeply and pushed her chest forward against Blair’s palm. ‘It’s okay if you touch me. I want you too.’ She didn’t need to ask if Blair wanted to touch her. The other girl had made it very clear how much she wanted to explore her body between drunken revelations and sober clarifications; there hadn’t been a moment when Kate ever felt unwanted or undesirable.
‘Right now, I feel like nothing is off limits. We can just — We’ll go slowly and we’ll stop whenever it’s too much for one of us.’ She suggested, holding Blair’s gaze.
Blair Anderson
It was like Blair had forgotten how to speak. She let Kate move her hand, her lips slightly parted as she felt her breast in her hand, and her fingers moved, almost of their own accord, brushing over her nipple teasingly. Everything about Kate was gorgeous and Blair loved her more than anything. She nodded at the words but still didn't speak, simply drinking in the sight of her girlfriend.
"I love you," she eventually said, looking up back into Kate's eyes again, breaking into a genuine smile. "I... okay. Tell me if you don't want me to do something, okay? I want you to be comfortable."
And very slowly, Blair pinched the nipple between her fingers, making sure she was gentle as she did so. Her head ducked down, hair tickling over Kate's shoulder as she moved to kiss along her neck, nipping at the skin but not hard enough to mark. Not yet anyway.
Kate Hummel
‘I love you too.’ She surfed forward and caught her lips in a kiss. ‘You know I’ll tell you. I promise I’m comfortable. Please touch me.’ She emphasised the Please as she spoke; she wanted Blair to hear the desire in her voice.
She was rewarded with a sweet touch; Blair touching her much the same way she’d started out touching herself. She leaned her head to the side, giving her girlfriend complete access to wherever her lips took her. Her fingers twisted in dark curls, and rolled her whole body forward, pressing as close as she could get. Her breathing quickened slightly, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
‘You can — Just a little harder. I’m - oh - sensitive there. It feels good Blair. You feel really good.’ She encouraged, resting her hands in her waist.
Blair Anderson
Kate's reactions to the gentle touches were enough to spur Blair on and she grinned against her neck, hazel eyes flicking up to her girlfriend for a moment. She moved her lips away from her neck and down towards her collarbone, where she sucked a dark mark against the otherwise pale skin, humming in content as she rolled the nub between her fingers a little harder.
"Feel good, baby?" Blair asked when she pulled away, satisfied with the mark she'd left. "You like my hands on you there? Is it what you thought about when you touched yourself and played with your pretty self?" Blair's cheeks were pink as she spoke and she ducked a head down, carefully taking Kate's other nipple in her mouth, letting her tongue tease over it softly.
Kate Hummel
Her mind was moving a hundred miles a minute and she couldn’t make clear sense of any of her thoughts. Nothing beyond this is good. This feels — well, it felt better than good. Her whole body arched forward in response to Blair’s teeth. She could feel her skin bruising in response and she thrilled at the idea of having that mark linger.
‘I thought - Yeah, I thought about your mouth a lot. About - exactly that.’ She keened as Blair’s lips closed around her nipple. She’d always known in theory that that was a sensitive part of her body but she hadn’t realised how sensitive until she’d given in to touching herself. Blair was somehow even better at manipulating her body than she was.
‘I thought about you between my legs Blair. Fuck.’ She never swore but the expletive was the only word that could describe everything she was feeling right now. ‘Ever since you said you wanted — This is all I’ve been able to think about. The noises you made — I thought about those too. I imagined how much better they would be if you were touching your clit. Or if I — If I were the one touching you there.’ She confessed, taking longer to get the sentence out but managing to do so considerably more confidently than she had been last week.
Blair Anderson
Blair listened and groaned at the words. Her eyes flicked up towards Kate's face again, as though to watch her reaction to the mouth around her nipple and couldn't help but smirk slightly, satisfied. Kate was so different and Blair loved this side of her. This was new to both of them, but Kate even more so, and to hear her talking - and cursing like this, was nothing short of perfection. Blair let her teeth graze over Kate's nipple before she pulled off her, slowly teasing her way back up her chest, up her neck and along her jaw, hovering just above her lips.
"You thought about my hands touching your clit, baby?" She breathed, letting her free hand tease the sensitive skin of Kate's other breast, grinning to herself. "I've thought about you touching my clit too. It's what I think of when I'm touching myself, I'm imagining it's your fingers there, running over my body and bringing me to the brink of an orgasm before stopping and teasing me over, and over." Her cheeks were slightly flushed from embarrassment but Blair knew Kate wouldn't judge and she smiled at her, biting her lip. "I've touched myself a lot thinking about you," she confessed with a quiet laugh, slowly moving to lay beside Kate again, but kept a leg hooked over her thigh, subconsciously grinding her hips a little. "I just can't help myself."
Kate Hummel
It was all entirely too much. Overwhelming in the best possible way and suddenly, despite the heat of the moment, she was laughing. It wasn’t a soft, quiet giggle; it was loud, genuine laughter that she just couldn’t stop.
‘Blair - Oh! B, I’m sorry.’ She stutterers between breaths. ‘I’m not — I swear I’m not laughing at you. I’m just —‘ She shook her head in disbelief . Her thoughts sent her into another fit of laughter and she clutched at her girlfriend. She could only imagine how awful this looked and she didn’t want Blair to pull away before she could recover.
She did.
Eventually.
Taking several long moments to focus on just breathing deeply with only an occasional giggle escaping. She opened her eyes, shining with unshed tears and held Blair’s gaze. ‘I’m sorry B. Really. I’m just — I’m lying here. With my girlfriend who I love more than I thought I could love another person and she’s telling me how she’s thought about me — about me touching her. And it’s so unbelievable. It’s just — God, it’s just so surreal. I never thought I would be here, be this happy and it’s so much.’ She explained, hoping Blair understood. ‘That, and the word clit has just started to sound so funny.’ She confessed. ‘But I hope you know all I can think about now is following through on that teasing you talked about.’
Blair Anderson
Blair pulled back a little when she heard Kate's laughter, a small frown on her face. At first, she was a little hurt. Her dirty talk wasn't that bad, was it? Sure, she hadn't had any experience with anyone else but she didn't think it was funny. Kate was trying to speak but couldn't due to her laughs and suddenly Blair was very aware that she had no shirt on and she felt her cheeks burning a bright red.
But Blair trusted Kate. She knew there had to be a reason she was laughing. And if her dirty talk was bad enough to make her laugh, then it was something she'd just have to work on, even if it did hurt. But then Kate had explained and Blair felt herself relax, a small smile on her lips. She leaned up to kiss Kate's forehead gently and pulled her girlfriend a little closer, so they were both laying on their side, legs tangled together.
"You are absolutely ridiculous," Blair said fondly, tucking a lock of hair behind Kate's ear. "I'm glad you're happy. Happy enough to start giggling when all I could think about was you touching me. I mean... if the mood has gone for you, then I understand," Blair said, biting her lip. "I want you to be comfortable with all of this."
Kate Hummel
‘No Blair. God no.’ She promised quickly. She brushed her fingers over her lip; freeing it from her teeth before she kissed her fiercely. She pushed against her, groaned against her lips. ‘The mood isn’t gone. I promise. I’m laughing because I am comfortable. I’m so comfortable with you and I never thought I could feel this way. Not about a person, not about sex.’ She insisted, hoping her spontaneous laughter hadn’t unnerved or upset her girlfriend.
‘I tried for so long to pretend I didn’t like girls. Do you remember I told you about how I tried dating Ben?’ She asked, refusing to leave any more space than was necessary between them. ‘I remember making out with him. It was so uncomfortable. Awkward in the worst way and I just remember thinking I really hope he doesn’t touch me. Anywhere. I didn’t want his hand on my leg, or in my hair. I didn’t want it. And with you, it’s the complete opposite. And it’s not — It’s not just because you’re a pretty girl. It’s because you’re Blair. My Blair who loved me even when I wouldn’t let her say the word masturbation in front of me.’
She tweaked the nipple she’d been teasing with light touched throughout her explanation. ‘I still very much want to touch you. In fact, I think we should go to my room. If you want to.’ She invited, looking at her with lust-darkened eyes.
Blair Anderson
Blair couldn't help but smile against Kate's lips at the kiss. This was the girl she'd fallen in love with. The one who loved her unconditionally, who always made sure she was comfortable and genuinely cared for her well-being. It was one of the many reasons she had fallen so hard. A small frown appeared on Blair's face at the mention of the guy Kate had tried to date and she wrinkled her nose. But none of that mattered now, she was in a relationship with someone who loved her.
“Are you saying I'm not a pretty girl?" Blair teased lightly, kissing Kate's cheek gently as she spoke. "I loved you before the subject of masturbation even came up between us, Kate. You know that." Her words ended in a soft moan at the harsher touch to her nipple. It took a moment for Kate's words to really register in Blair's mind. But she was nodding at her, cheeks still slightly pink, and crawling out of the fort immediately, pulling her girlfriend up with her and kissing her as soon as she was stood before her. It didn't matter that neither of them were fully clothed - at this point, Blair only had on a pair of flimsy shorts - because she knew they both wanted this.
"I'd love to."
Kate Hummel
‘Well then, let me lead the way.’
She whispered the words against Blair’s lips before lacing their fingers together and guiding her downstairs to her bedroom. Kate loved living in the basement; the space was huge by teenage bedroom standards and even a little beyond that. The space was tastefully decorated and removed enough from the house that Kate always felt like it was her own separate bubble.
She tugged Blair against her by hooking her fingers in the waistband of her shorts. ‘You have to be comfortable with this too Blair.’ She hummed. She picked her lips before she stepped back and looked her over. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her own shorts and quickly, before she could overthink it, pulled the material down her legs to reveal the matching navy panties that completed her bra set. She beckoned her closer with a crooked finger. ‘You should — You should really feel how in the mood I am. How much you turn me on. How much you turn me on.’ She invited, careful taking her hand and guiding in to rest against her thigh.
Blair Anderson
Blair followed almost blindly, unable to focus on anything except her girlfriend now. They were in Kate's bedroom before she could even form a coherent sentence and Blair was being pulled closer by her shorts, grinning a little as their bodies were pressed together. But then Kate was gone again, pulling her own shorts off and revealing lace underwear she'd clearly worn to match with the bra, which lay forgotten in the lounge.
There was something about the way Kate beckoned her closer that had Blair weak at the knees. It was such a simple action and yet, Blair was following immediately, pressing herself closer to her. Blair groaned a little at the words and glanced down as her hand was guided to the thigh. She slowly inched her fingers upwards, stopping just before she reached the material of the panties.
"I'm more than comfortable," Blair whispered, looking up at Kate and swallowing hard. "I'm... a little nervous. But god, I want to... I w-want to..." Blair's fingers moved up, to the waistband of the underwear and before she could talk herself out of it, she'd let them slip inside, pressing against Kate very gently. Immediately she could feel how turned on the other was and Blair let out a groan, leaning forwards to kiss her jaw. She didn't move any further, not yet. No, instead she simply pressed her fingers against her gently and waited for Kate to tell her it was okay, waiting for permission.
Kate Hummel
This was really happening. She was really inviting Blair to — Before she could really think about the move she had just made, Blair’s fingers were underneath her underwear and pressing against her. ‘Don’t be nervous B.’ She whispered, her desire to make sure Blair felt confident causing any nerves of her own to disappear entirely.
She looked at her for a moment before she slid her own fingers in alongside Blair’s. She covered her hand and pressed forward, using her new hold on her to direct her touch. ‘Pressure Blair.’ She hummed, insisting on a little more than a feather light brush of fingers. ‘I want to feel you.’ Her smile was dreamy; evidently beginning to distract herself from everything around her.
She moved Blair’s fingers, and it seemed Blair was all too willing to let her. She didn’t feel embarrassed any more; this felt too good to think about something as fleeting as that. She led Blair’s fingers to her clit, and started to move her fingers in small circles. It provoked a sharp intake of air even though she knew exactly what was coming.
‘This is what I was thinking about when I touched myself like this. I was thinking about it being your fingers.’
Blair Anderson
Blair gasped when she felt Kate's hand directing hers and again, she felt weak at the knees. How was something so simple so hot? She watched her face carefully, watched every reaction to the different touches, trying to figure out exactly what she liked, what made her feel good. The sharp intake of breath at the pressure to her clit had her smiling a little and Blair leaned forwards again, kissing Kate's neck tenderly as she worked her fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves, a little harder this time.
"I want you to feel good," Blair mumbled, her other arm wrapping around Kate's slender body and holding her close. She wanted to make sure Kate enjoyed this, wanted it to be good for her and it was what spurred her to move them closer to the bed, her hand slipping out of her underwear as she moved to lay on it, pulling Kate down. With a small smile, Blair reached up and removed the underwear Kate was wearing, leaving her completely naked for the first time.
For a moment, Blair just stared, taking in the beauty that was Kate Hummel's naked form. She bit her lip as she looked over her, itching to be naked too. But right now, this was about Kate. So Blair moved forwards, settling beside Kate and letting her fingers slip down again to continue the motions from before, a little more meaning behind them now.
Kate Hummel
She surprised herself with how easily her legs spread for her girlfriend. It was instinctive. Her body craves the touch and reacted accordingly to make it happen as easily as possible. She rocked her hips slowly against the touch, helping Blair find the rhythm she liked. Her fingers came to her breasts and she teased herself in tandem; pinching, tweaking and tugging the stiffened buds ‘Uh’ She grunted, giving a hard jerk of her hips.
This was good but she wanted more. She wanted to bring Blair to an orgasm first; that had been her biggest fantasy all along. ‘Stop.’ She instructed softly. ‘Take off your underwear. I want to touch you. More than I want to be touched and you can feel how much I want that.’ She grinned.
Blair Anderson
Kate's reactions had Blair wanting more immediately and she loved it. She kept up the movement of her fingers, determined to make her feel good and judging from the sounds Kate was making, she was succeeding. Everything was perfect and Kate's soft moans filled the room, filled Blair's ears and nothing was better. She smiled against her, kissing her gently. But then Kate was telling her to stop and Blair froze immediately, worried she'd done something wrong.
The instructions had her blushing slightly but she nodded regardless and moved to sit up, suddenly feeling nervous. She'd never been naked in front of another person before and slowly moved her shorts down her hips, along with her underwear, and let them fall off the side of the bed, leaving her completely naked for the first time.
"Please," she whispered, her own hand slowly edging towards her core and teasing herself slightly. "You... You're all I've thought about for months."
Kate Hummel
She sat back on the bed, back pressed firmly against the headboard and she spread her legs. She patted the space in the middle and grinned at her girlfriend. ‘Sit here. Lean back against me and spread your legs.’ She winked and let out a chuckle. ‘I bet you thought you might only hear me saying that in your dreams.’ She teased.
When Blair was positioned how she wanted, she brought her right hand around her waist and made a point of trailing her fingers against her stomach, down towards her sex. ‘Help me B.’ She requested, nipping at her earlobe. ‘Take my hand and teach me how you want me to touch you.’
Blair Anderson
Blair couldn't help but stare at Kate as she sat back against the bed, legs spread again. But she was beckoning her closer once more and Blair was moving before she'd even thought about it, her cheeks pink. But she was smiling and she nodded at the question, slowly moving into position. It was intimate to be sat like this with absolutely nothing between them and Blair shivered but the room wasn't cold. She looked up at her girlfriend and leaned up so she could press a firm kiss to her lips, smiling against her.
Blair reached for Kate's hand, her fingers trembling a little as she did so and slowly guided her down closer to her body, holding her breath. "Like... L-Like this," Blair whispered, guiding her fingers to run through her folds, almost teasingly, before adding the slightest of pressures against her clit and her sighing softly. "I like... teasing. The b-build up."
Kate Hummel
She rested her chin on Blair’s shoulder and watched with a fascinated gaze as Blair moved and manipulated her fingers. She allowed herself to be completely malleable to her touch and she hissed sharply when she first felt just how wet Blair was. ‘I think I might be a fan of teasing you.’ She whispered against her ear as she started to become more bold with her movements.
She hooked her legs over Blair’s and used that position to spread Blair’s legs even further apart. ‘Perfect B.’ She encouraged. She brought her left hand up to cup and tease her breasts. She had been fascinated with how sensitive Blair was here and she wasted no opportunity to remind them both. She tweaked firmly right as she pressed her fingers more insistently against her clit; rubbing in slow, firm circles.
‘Keep taking to me Blair. Tell me everything.’ She requested. ‘How long do you tease yourself for?’
Blair Anderson
Blair gasped when Kate's legs moved over hers, spreading them open a little more and giving her more access. There was a touch to her breast and Blair let her head fall back, lips parted in a gentle moan. It was strange, having someone else's hand against her rather than her own. She was used to it being her own fingers teasing her, moving against her like this. But now it was Kate against her and she arched her hips into the touch a little.
"It... it depends," she said, closing her eyes for a moment, losing herself just a little in how good it felt. "If I'm on my own then I can tease myself for a long time. But I... I usually like to edge myself a couple of times before I... you know." Her cheeks flushed at the words and she looked up at Kate with a somewhat shy smile. "You feel so good, Kate. M-Much better than my fingers. God, you feel good."
Kate Hummel
‘Before you what Blair?’ She prompted, arching a brow. ‘How am I supposed to know what to give you unless you tell me what it is that you want?’ She asked innocently.
She leaned down and kissed down her neck and then along her shoulders. ‘Keep talking to me. Keep telling me what you like. Tell me when I need to stop.’ She requested, moving her fingers faster over the sensitive spot.
There was a rush of control that seemed to have overtaken her body. Blair was doing exactly what she’d asked, and Kate could feel every twitch of her body in response. She turned her face against her neck and left a trail of open-mouthed kisses against her skin, nipping and sucking as she went.
Blair Anderson
"Before I c-cum," Blair said breathlessly, looking up at Kate and groaning as she kissed down her neck and along her shoulders. She nodded at the request, arching her back again. Kate's fingers felt amazing against her and she couldn't focus on anything except her girlfriend. "This," she said simply. "I like this. I d-don't want you to stop. I want you to keep going b-because you feel amazing."
Blair looked up at Kate, groaning and letting her head fall back at the kisses to her neck. She was itching to touch her, itching to get between her legs and make her girlfriend moan and writhe for her. But she'd have to be patient and right now, all Blair could do was take this and god, it was amazing. She could hear the sound of Kate's fingers against her wetness as she moved them a little faster and Blair moaned, louder this time, as her hips twitched.
"I love you," she breathed, her own hand itching towards her core but not touching. "I l-love you so much, Kate. Please, please don't stop."
Kate Hummel
‘I won’t stop Baby.’ She soothed, whispering the words against her skin. ‘Trust me, I have no desire to stop. You’re falling apart in my arms and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.’ She grinned brightly, renewed excitement taking over her actions.
Her hand moved from Blair’s breast to slide between her slick folds; this touch light and teasing in comparison to the now furious sped with which her fingers worked over the sensitive bud of nerves.
‘This is what I’ve been thinking about all week. At first I didn’t know how to touch myself, didn’t know what to think about and then I thought about you, body on the edge of an orgasm and fuck me, if I didn’t cum right away at just the thought.’ She chuckled.
Blair Anderson
Blair's cries only got louder as Kate moved her fingers faster, more determined now. She reached for her wrist, holding it close to her body and moaning loudly at just how good it felt. Why hadn't they done this before? Blair had no idea sex could be this good and she was itching for more, and more, and more. And they'd only just started.
"I'm c-close," Blair muttered to Kate, looking up at her and letting out another loud moan, her hips arching up into Kate's touch. "Please, please, baby. Oh god, you feel so g-good. I don't know if I can last much longer. Please, please, I want to c-cum."
Kate Hummel
‘And here I was thinking you wanted me to tease you.’ She remarked. She had thought about teasing her; if Blair sounded like this now, what would she be saying after reaching this stage two or three times over?
On this occasion however, Kate was as eager for her girlfriend to cum as she was. She didn’t let up her pace, and teased the fingers of her other hand at her entrance but did nothing more than that. ‘I don’t want you to last much longer. I want you to cum on my fingers Blair. Because the real thing so far is infinitely better than what I imagined.’ She pointed out honestly.
Blair Anderson
At this point, she wouldn't have cared if Kate had teased her. She was too far gone, too lost in her girlfriend and her every move to focus on anything else. She was arching up into the touch, still holding her wrist tightly and moaning as Kate moved.
There was the brush against her entrance and Blair groaned loudly, her legs slipping open a little wilder. Kate fucking her was something else she'd thought about. But now? Now all she could focus on was the fingers on her clit, bringing her closer to her edge. She came with a cry of Kate's name, back arching and holding the wrist close to her body. Blair's body still trembled as she came down from her orgasm but kept hold of the wrist, breathing heavily.
Kate Hummel
She gradually slowed and then stilled her touch as Blair came down from her orgasm. She’d made up her mind as soon as her name had left the other’s lips that this was something she was going to repeat — and often. She smiled, noticing the way Blair’s fingers were still closed tightly around her wrist. She made no attempt to pull her hand from her grip, even after she’d stopped working her fingers over her.
‘You’re perfect.’ She whispered, sucking her earlobe between her lips. ‘I love you and you’re perfect.’ She repeated.
She waited a few minutes longer before wiggling her fingers. ‘Are you holding my hand against you because you want me to go again Baby?’ She prompted.
Blair Anderson
Blair couldn't focus on the words. She heard Kate speaking, but had no idea what she'd said and she looked up at her, still breathing heavily and blinked several times to try and focus once again. The movement of the fingers against her had her moaning softly, legs twitching at the shock of pleasure it sent up her spine.
"I... I didn't realise I was," she whispered, letting out a long breath and sitting up a little, turning slightly so she could kiss Kate. "I... I want you to feel good. I mean... I can go again, but I want you to feel good too. I want to feel you, Kate. Against my fingers, my mouth... Everywhere."
Kate Hummel
‘Tell me what you want to do to me.’
In another time, she’d insist that Blair stay exactly how she was, that she submit herself to several orgasms rocking through her body before she could touch Kate in return. Now, because everything was so new; she behaved indulgently. She wanted to give Blair exactly what she wanted because she suspected she’d want it done to her just as much.
She kissed her back, biting her lower lip. ‘I’m yours Gorgeous. I want you to do what you want. I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.’ She promised. The thought of Blair’s mouth was overwhelming but she didn’t want to rule it out if that’s what Blair wanted, not without at least giving it a try.
Blair Anderson
Blair turned slightly on the bed, so she was on her knees in front of Kate and leaned up to kiss her. Her hand came forwards, running through her slick folds with a soft smile and she began to kiss down her neck, groaning softly against her. "You're gorgeous," she mumbled into her skin, letting her fingers tease her clit as she spoke. "I want to use my tongue on you. G-god, I want to taste you," Blair admitted, her cheeks flushing. "Until you're writhing on the bed and pulling my hair."
Blair moved to sit back a little, but she kept up the movement of her fingers, enjoying just how wet Kate was for her. "You m-may have to move, to lay down? I don't know if it'll be more comfortable for you," she said, her free hand moving along Kate's thighs. "Is that okay?"
Kate Hummel
She knew what Blair wanted but somehow it still caught her a little off guard to hear it said out loud in this setting. For a minute, she couldn’t believe anyone wanted to be that intimate with her but she vanished that thought and found herself slipping down against the sheets, so only her head and shoulders were propped up against the pillows.
‘It’s more than okay B.’ She breathed, managing to let the words escape between the mixed moans, pants and sharp inhales of breath at her current ministrations.
‘Put your mouth on me.’ She invited, knowing Blair was seeking her permission before trying something new. She spread her legs wider, giving Blair ample space to make herself comfortable.
Blair Anderson
Blair nodded at Kate's words and there was still the ghost of a smirk on her lips at the moaning and panting her girlfriend was doing from the movement of her fingers. She let her hand fall away and drunk in the sight of Kate, legs open, body on display. It really was a beautiful sight.
Blair leaned forwards, planting a final kiss on Kate's lips before she began to kiss down her body, stopping to tease each nipple for just a moment before continuing south. But Blair didn't immediately do what she'd been aching to. Instead, she kissed along Kate's thigh, close to her core before moving over to the other one and nipping the skin gently.
"Tell me if it's too much," Blair whispered before finally leaning forwards, mouth against her wetness and tongue slowly moving over her clit, as though simply testing the waters.
Kate Hummel
Her whole body tensed; she opened her mouth to speak but she couldn’t make any sound come out. Blair’s mouth was on her sex. Blair’s tongue was — ’Holy shit.’ she rasped out, eyes blown wide at how something seemingly so small could feel that good that quickly. Her fingers were nothing in comparison to her tongue and she’d ask for this over and over until Blair’s mouth was bruised.
Both her hands twisted into Blair’s hair, and she used her grip as an opportunity to jerk her hips up, seeking at more immediately. She’d never made noises like the ones currently leaving her mouth; and they only continued to more Blair continued to lap at her clit.
Blair Anderson
Blair moaned against her when her hair was pulled and immediately she knew this was something she'd never get tired of. It sounded strange but Kate tasted amazing. Feeling her against her tongue brought a whole new wave of arousal to Blair and she had absolutely no intention of stopping if Kate was enjoying this.
She glanced up to meet her girlfriend's eyes and winked at her before returning to what she was doing and sucking the bundle of nerves between her lips, tongue moving with more purpose now she knew how much Kate was enjoying this.
Kate Hummel
She couldn’t form actual words so it was impossible to tell Blair that if she stopped, Kate never forgive her. Her mouth was open and there was a seeming constant flow of sounds falling from her lips.
Her fingers tightened on Blair’s hair. ‘Don’t Stop.’ She managed, her voice breathless. Blair’s lips had closed around her clit and she was sucking — dear God if that wasn’t the most pleasurable sensation. She couldn’t lay still; she was arching her back, rocking her lips up towards Blair’s face and desperately trying to move against her, to feel more.
Blair Anderson
This was, without a doubt, Blair's new favourite thing to do. She would happily do this daily for her girlfriend just to hear those moans and whimpers, to hear how her voice sounded when she could form words and to feel the tight grip on her curls. If she wanted to pull away, she'd have reassured Kate she had no intention of stopping. But she didn't want to stop even just to utter a reply.
Blair moved her arms, wrapping them around each of Kate's thighs and pulling her a little closer as she continued to move her tongue. One hand fell, running through her folds and pressing against her entrance with only the slightest pressure and Blair groaned against Kate.
Kate Hummel
She felt warm all over; her skin was tingling and she could feel pressure building in the pit of her stomach. She was almost there; almost but not quite and she twisted against the bed sheets, desperately trying to bring herself closer to her orgasm by pressing closer to Blair’s mouth.
‘Oh god, I could keep you there forever B.’ She whined, arching her back off the bed. ‘You have no idea how — oh fuck — Blair, right there. Keep going. I’m so cl- Close.’
Blair Anderson
Blair groaned against Kate again. The way she moved, the way her words broke off slightly from how good she felt had Blair eager for more. She wanted to make her girlfriend feel good and knew she could go all night if she wanted to. This was about Kate and how good she felt, how comfortable she was with this. All Blair could do in response was hum against her, sucking a little harder over her clit and moving her tongue a little faster, eager to draw out more moans from Kate.
This was so much better than she could have ever imagined and Blair loved it. Her hand left Kate's thigh and moved to reach for her hand, lacing their fingers together, as though to keep her grounded. The other hand pressed a little more firmly over her entrance, glancing up at her girlfriend, eager to see what she look like when she reached her release.
Kate Hummel
Her toes literally curled. The noise that left her lips was long and high-pitched and her hips twitched as her orgasm worked through her entire body. She could feel Blair’s fingers pressing at her hole and she almost told her to do something other than tease but words weren’t her forté in that moment.
Her eyes finally fell closed as she allowed herself to settle into the feeling, to enjoy every second of pleasure that wriggled through her body. Her fingers remained clenched in Blair’s hair, almost reluctant to let her actually stop. ‘Fuck me’ she breathed out, her whole body melting into the sheets. ‘You’re amazing.’
Blair Anderson
Kate's orgasm was so much more breathtaking than Blair could have ever have imagined. She watched as her body curled and she held her close to her, smiling a little as she did so. Blair continued to work her through the orgasm, though she was a little more gentle now, knowing how sensitive Kate must feel. Her hands were still on her hair, which was now wild, curls sticking up everywhere, and Blair slowly moved her mouth off Kate, though her fingers replaced it immediately, slowly working over her clit.
"As are you," Blair said, quickly wiping her mouth with her free hand and moving to lay beside Kate, grinning at her as she let her fingers move, almost teasingly. "You feeling okay? I mean, you cursed, Kate Hummel, that almost never happens."
Kate Hummel
As soon as she was within kissing distance, Kate kissed her fiercely. She groaned as her own taste covered her tongue and hooked her leg over Blair’s hip. She wasn’t nearly ready to lose any of the closeness they’d just shared. ‘You made me curse.’ She countered. ‘It was the only fitting word.’
She was very aware of the fact that Blair’s fingers were still between her legs, still teasing her; her touch was verging between being painful and feeling good. She pressed her hips down, deciding the lingering pleasure would be worth the momentary discomfort of being too sensitive. ‘Are you trying to turn me into a speechless, horny mess?’
Blair Anderson
Blair let out a giggle when Kate kissed her, wrapping her arm around her and holding her close. She kept the other hand exactly where it was though, watching for Kate's reactions carefully. And then her hips were moving down and Blair was grinning.
"I might be," Blair said with a shrug. "Why, is it working? I just... I can't get enough of you, Kate. Everything about you is amazing and I'm even more in love with you now than I ever thought was possible."
Kate Hummel
‘Have I turned you into an insatiable monster?’ She whispered against her lips as they exchanged lingering, sweet kisses. Her fingers threaded through Blair’s hair, pushing it back from her face and she pressed closer, hitching her leg a little higher over her hips. ‘You’re being silly; I’m not that amazing.’ Blair was definitely more verbally affectionate than she was, and she didn’t always know how to respond to it. Sometimes it felt silly to always be the person responding with ‘I love you too’. She never felt her words seemed quite as grand as what her girlfriend had to say. ‘I’m glad you love me because I don’t know what I’d do without you.’ She hummed.
Blair Anderson
"You might have," Blair said honestly, a grin set firmly on her face. It was sweet, to lay like this and she let her hand move away from Kate's core so she could wrap both arms around her and hold her close. "I don't think I'm being silly. Everything about you is amazing."
Blair fell silent, occasionally pressing a gentle kiss to Kate's head as they lay there. And after a moment, she spoke. "Were going to have to tidy up downstairs before anyone comes home tomorrow," she said, glancing down at Kate. "Our bras are still up there. But somehow I don't want to get out of bed. It's probably seeing you naked," she teased, leaning down to kiss her lips again.
Kate Hummel
'Finn's not coming home until dinner tomorrow. I bribed him with promising to make his favourite so he'd stay away.' she sighed contently, almost missing the feeling of Blair's hand against her sex. She felt perfectly content in that moment; wrapped in her girlfriend's arms was definitely her happy place. She shifted away from her only so she could pull the blanket at the bottom of the bed over their bodies.
'I definitely think nudity is one of my favourite looks on you.' she teased back. 'I'm just -- I don't know what I am Blair. Other than happy. On one hand, I want to keep exploring you, and on the other, I don't want to move from exactly this spot. I didn't expect any of this this weekend, not really but I'm glad it happened. And I'm glad we waited.'
Blair Anderson
Blair's cheeks were pink as she listened to Kate but she couldn't help but grin. She watched her bring the blankets over their bodies and she tugged Kate closer, kissing the top of her head lovingly. The fact Kate felt the same way as her made her heart ache in the most wonderful way possible and it showed.
"You can see me naked any time you want," Blair teased. "I feel the same though. I want to stay here and cuddle but I also want to keep exploring and feel you in every way possible. I feel the same. It's... it's nice because we didn't rush and... I think it's been perfect," Blair added, her cheeks flushing again.
Kate Hummel
'Is it normal for orgasms to make you feel tired?' she chuckled, tucking herself completely against Blair's body. She wound her arms around her body and left a kiss against her shoulder. 'Is it terrible if I want to sleep for a while? I just want to nap, with you wrapped around me; and then I'm gonna wake up in an hour and want to order pizza.' she grinned, glancing up at her through her eyelashes.
Blair Anderson
"I think so," Blair replied with a grin, humming happily as she felt the lips against her shoulder. Naked cuddling was definitely Blair's favourite thing and she pressed herself as close to Kate as possible, arms wrapped tightly around her. "Mm, no baby, not at all," Blair mumbled, rubbing at her own eyes and glancing down at her, grinning in response to her words. "A nap sounds perfect. We can nap, then eat pizza and I'm probably going to wake to make you moan for me a couple more times, seeing as we have the house to ourselves."
Kate Hummel
'Oh god' she groaned, hiding her face at Blair's suggestion of making her moan. Part of her was absolutely mortified by the noises she'd made; they sounded incredible when it was Blair making them but the same definitely wasn't true for herself surely. 'You can't just say things like that Blair. You can't just --' she trailed off and breathed out. 'You're a monster. I've turned you into a monster.'
NOTES: Blair and Kate have been dating for a few months and go out to Lima’s only gar bar to have some fun with their new friend, Serena Smythe. Blair gets a little drunker than she meant to and Kate puts her to bed, but it doesn’t prevent a rather interesting morning when they wake up.
Kate Hummel
She'd never really thought a night club would be her scene. She was sure a the only gay club in Lima, OH would be even less tolerable than the bigger clubs she imagined herself venturing into on occasion when she went to New York. As it turned out, when she was sober, she was entirely correct in her judgement. The place was loud, messy and there were entirely too many drunk bodies. She'd been perched at the bar, watching Blair with a faux smile while she danced around with Serena Smythe. She'd spent what felt like an age simply observing the people around her, eyes burning a hole in the back of the taller girl's head before she bit the bullet. She ordered herself a single shot of tequila, knocked it back and stormed the dance floor to take her girlfriend back.
As it turned out, she liked this part of nightclubs. Once she was in the picture, Blair's eyes never left her and she enjoyed that more than she let on. Serena Smythe, eat your heart out. It felt incredibly freeing to touch her girlfriend, to squeeze her waist and pull her closer without any fear of judgement. She gave up on being the designated driver; deciding they could get a cab and stay at the same place and so the one shot of tequila turned into several more over the course of the night.
By the time they were stumbling out, she was just beyond pleasantly buzzed; not nearly as far gone as her girlfriend but definitely enough to feel incredibly touchy and to have completely forgotten the first half of the night during which someone else had commanded Blair's attention. 'Blair, babe, where are we going? Are you coming home with me, or do you want to -- back at your place?' She couldn't bring herself to actually say what she wanted. She wasn't that drunk. They'd spent the whole week skirting around the issue of sex, and she still wasn't comfortable talking about it but she knew that just holding her waist, touching her chastely over her clothes wasn't enough.
Blair Anderson
Alcohol was something new to Blair. She'd had the odd glass of wine with her family during important dinners, often with her father's clients. But to drink to this extent, with the sole purpose of getting drunk? That was something Blair hadn't really thought about doing before. She had always been the perfect daughter, never getting into any trouble and always striving to be the best of the best. And she'd succeeded. But Serena Smythe had insisted on them going out to Lima's only gay bar and it had Blair curious. She'd never set foot in there before and it was a little strange. But she liked the music, she liked the alcohol and she was having a good time.
Serena seemed to be incredibly interested in Blair and it was flattering, but her girlfriend, Kate, was definitely the only person Blair had eyes for. And as soon as Kate got up to dance with Blair, she was well away, arms wrapped around her neck, holding her close as they danced. Everything about the girl was intoxicating. Her pale skin, flushed in the heat of the club, her long hair cascading down her back and those bright blue-green eyes. God, Blair loved everything about her and she smiled as they moved to the music.
But now... now they had to actually try and get home. Blair had pushed Serena Smythe away at the crude suggestion of a threesome and had her arms around her girlfriend as they stumbled out of the bar. "I don't know," she said in a light voice, giggling a little and smoothing her skirt down as they walked. "We can go back to my dorm if you want. No roommates is fun and I have my own freedom." Blair grinned and leaned up to kiss Kate's cheek gently. She was aware of how drunk she was, but trusted Kate to make sure she didn't fall. "Mm. We can go back to mine if you want. No parents, you know?"
Kate Hummel
She’d had the foresight to tell her Dad and Carol that she might end up sleeping over with Mercedes and Tina tonight. It wasn’t that she’d expected to stumble back to Blair’s dorm; she just wanted to be prepared. She had nothing to be afraid of; nothing would happen. They were both too tipsy and even if they weren’t, Blair knew where her comfortable line was and had always been very careful not to cross it.
‘No parents it is.’ She nodded in agreement, tightening the arm around her girlfriend’s waist before planting a more firm kiss against her lips. She hailed them a can easily enough; briefly thinking that would be a wonderful skill to have when she moved to New York and she bundled a stumbling Blair into the backseat before climbing in after her.
In front of someone who might not be so accepting, she was careful not to show Blair too much affection; confident that everything Blair did could just be passed off as drunken girls being girls. The drive to Dalton seemed to last an age. Her skin itched with a desire to just feel Blair’s hands on her. When they finally pulled up outside the impressive school, she almost threw the cash at the driver before leading Blair to her single dorm.
Blair Anderson
Blair kept close to her girlfriend as she hailed a taxi, her arms tight around her. She was bundled into the back and giggled, immediately pressing herself closer to Kate as she followed her in. Her lips found her jaw and she kissed it softly, grinning against her skin and giggling a little.
To Blair, the drive was endless. She just wanted to be able to cuddle Kate in bed like they had grown used to doing. The two hadn't gone last heavily making out and Blair loved it. She itched to feel Kate's body against her again, itched to feel her lips. And eventually, the car pulled up outside the school. Kate paid and the driver rolled his eyes at the drunken teenagers but said nothing.
When they were finally in Blair's dorm, she let go of her girlfriend and grinned, carefully kicking her shoes off and throwing herself onto the bed. "Kaaaate," she whined, holding her arms open for her. "Come cuddle me. I missed you!"
Kate Hummel
‘You, Blair Anderson, are a lightweight.’ She teased fondly, carefully removing her own shoes and leaving them neatly by the door. The buzz that had surrounded her in the club had began to fade as soon as they’d stepped into the cold air outside but instead of finding a still drunk Blair annoying as she’d first suspected she might, she found her entirely too endearing.
She crossed the room, and slotted herself onto the bed next to her; all too please to be wrapped up in her arms again. ‘You haven’t had time to miss me.’ She chuckled, draping an arm over her skin waist and pulling her closer. ‘Did you have fun tonight?’ She asked, her free hand twisting into the dark curls she loved so much. She frequently told her she would kill for her hair.
Blair Anderson
"Cheap night out," Blair countered with a laugh, rolling over so she could watch her girlfriend taking her shoes off. Blair's skirt had risen a little but she found she didn't care, too focused on Kate.
As soon as she was beside her, Blair curled into her girlfriend with a smile. "I always miss you," she countered, sighing in content when she felt the hand in her hair, nodding. "I did. Serena is a little hands on and I didn't like it much but I didn't know how to politely ask her to stop. But then you came over and it's the best night of my life. I just... I want to make art and help people, you know? I just want to be a good person and be happy." Blair was rambling, she knew that, but she didn't care because she knew Kate would listen. "And I want to be a good girlfriend. And I want to make you feel good but I'm a virgin and all I've ever done is watch porn and masturbate."
Kate Hummel
‘Oh God Blair. Stop!’ She cried, face flushing. ‘You do make me feel good. This feels good.’ She promised, gesturing between them. Despite their shared V-Card status, she’d always felt that Blair was a little more worldly than she could ever hope to be and to hear her own insecurities, only made her all the more aware of her own.
She turned her head and leaned in, catching Blair’s lips in a sweet, lingering kiss. ‘You’re the best person Blair. And you don’t need to worry about a thing.’ She whispered, brushing her hair back from her face. ‘I’ll look after you and make sure trashy horse-faced girls like Serena Smythe don’t get anywhere near you.’ In the back of her mind, she’d been worried she wouldn’t be fun enough for her girlfriend, that Serena would sweep her under the rug in that department so it was a particularly pleasant feeling to learn that wasn’t true.
Blair Anderson
Blair grinned at Kate's blush, leaning up to kiss her pink cheek. Her girlfriend was adorable and she absolutely loved how flustered she got when it came to sex. It was actually endearing. But despite Blair's confidence, she felt incredibly nervous about the whole thing too.
She hummed against the kiss happily, smiling at her when they pulled apart. "And that is why you're the best girlfriend ever," she said, poking her nose gently and settling down, head resting on Kate's chest. "M'gonna eat you out for hours when I'm sober. Not gonna when I'm drunk," she mumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes. "Bet you make pretty noises." And in a matter of seconds after speaking, Blair had fallen asleep, curled in close to Kate.
Kate Hummel
She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could fashion some sort of retort, Blair had already nestled in and fallen asleep. She waited until she was sure Blair was completely out before she untangled herself. She looked over her sleeping form, debating what she was about to do. What kind of girlfriend would she be if she didn’t make her comfortable to sleep? And who could be comfortable in the tiny dress that Blair was wearing? She rooted through her drawers until she found a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt for herself. Out of habit, she changed in the en-suite bathroom before returning to find something similar for her girlfriend. Some careful fumbling, and awkwardly covering her eyes as she tried to pull the shorts over her legs had her girlfriend dressed a little more comfortably.
She grabbed the blanket from the bottom of the bed and settled in next to the sleeping girl, drawing the cover over them. She felt a little thrill run through her at the idea of sharing a bed with Blair. That was a luxury she didn’t often get to indulge in. She wrapped her arm around her, pressing close to her, before falling into a settled sleep of her own.
Blair Anderson
Blair's head was pounding and she didn't open her eyes for quite some time despite being awake. She was warm, comfortable and cuddled into something warm and soft. Her girlfriend. Kate. She opened her eyes and looked up. It was bright in the room and she sighed a little, slowly untangling herself so she could sit up a little.
That's when Blair noticed she was in different clothes than the night before, dress laying neatly on her dressed. Had Kate dressed her? She rubbed her eyes, cheeks slightly red at the thought and slowly moved so she was laying beside her girlfriend again, arm curled around her waist and simply cuddling into her as she slept.
Kate Hummel
She was a light sleeper and the movement next to her was enough to stir her from her sleep. ‘Mm, good morning.’ she hummed, arching her back as she stretched into awareness. She turned onto her side, facing out of the bed and opened her eyes. ‘I need to - Let me go brush my teeth and I’ll be right back.’ She requested, carefully lifting Blair’s arm from her waist.
She slipped out of bed and turned to offer her girlfriend a smile. ‘It’s nice to have you back in the land of the living Sleeping Beauty.’ She teased before heading into the bathroom. Part of her was hoping Blair had forgotten her words from the night before because it wasn’t a conversation she was ready to have. She couldn’t find a spare toothbrush, and she didn’t want to use Blair’s, forcing her to rely on many swills of mouthwash to rid her of morning breath.
‘How’s your head?’ She prompted, coming back into the bedroom. ‘Do you want some water?’
Blair Anderson
Blair smiled at Kate's words, rubbing her eyes as she watched her get up and move to the little bathroom. She sat up and ran a hand through her wild curls and when Kate reappeared, she made her way into the bathroom to brush her own teeth. While she was in there, she took some painkillers and grabbed water for them both, handing the other girl a glass with a smile.
"My head's hurting a little, but I'll be okay. It'll go soon, I'm sure," she said, sitting back on the bed and crossing her legs beneath her, patting the space next to her for Kate. "Did you dress me last night? Because I know I collapsed into bed still wearing my dress."
Kate Hummel
She blushed, but refused to act embarrassed. ‘Well, your dress was covered in glitter. That would have been exceptionally uncomfortable on your skin if you’d slept all night in it.’ She informed her simply, before she made herself comfortable on the bed next to her. ‘I’d have woken you but I think you were entirely too dead to the world to ever hope that a good shake would stir you.’ She teased brightly, brushing her hair back from her face.
She leaned her head on Blair’s shoulder and breathed out a content sigh. ‘I’m glad you had fun last night. You looked so — free on the dance floor. Not at all like my well put together Blair.’ She chuckled.
Blair Anderson
"You're the best girlfriend," Blair said, pulling her in for a soft kiss. "I don't even remember falling asleep, though. I just know we cuddled and then I must have fallen asleep." She glanced down as Kate leaned her head on her shoulder, leaning to kiss the top of her head gently.
"Free? Huh, thats not what I was expecting. But I did have a lot of fun. Dancing like that is more fun than I could have thought. Usually everything is so put together in my life, even dancing with the Warblers." She laughed quietly and shrugged. "I just liked being with you."
Kate Hummel
‘You don’t remember saying anything else?’ She asked curiously. The words left her mouth before she recognised she was asking the question. She slid her arm around her waist, thankful that they’d gone out on a Friday night and could therefore enjoy a lazy Saturday morning together. ‘What were you expecting if not free?’ She hummed, tracing light patterns against her waist; keeping her fingers above the material of her t-shirt.
‘That’s why I said you were entirely unlike my well put together girlfriend.’ She teased fondly. ‘I liked seeing that side of you. I suppose we can thank Serena for one thing.’ She added, a faint hint of disgust creeping into her voice at the notion of Blair’s fellow Warbler.
Blair Anderson
"No?" Blair said, frowning a little. Her cheeks grew a little warmer at the thought of saying something embarrassing and she looked at her girlfriend curiously. "Did I say something embarrassing?" Blair asked, glancing down as Kate's fingers moved over her waist. She shivered a little and pulled her down so they were laying beside one another, smiling at her.
"I think Serena had a good night," Blair said, not missing the disgust in Kate's voice. "She seemed a little disappointed when I refused a threesome several times."
Kate Hummel
She fit herself against the smaller girl, allowing their legs to tangle together as she pressed closer against her. ‘You said a few things.’ She commented, ensure if she could actually bring herself to repeat Blair’s promise from the night before. It was exciting to know someone thought of her like that; she’d spent so many years feeling so wrong for who she was, for imagining a daintier hand touching her skin but she didn’t know how to express that. She was terrified to think about what would happen when they actually came to crossing that sexual bridge. How could she possibly hope to touch Blair when she couldn’t even touch herself? ‘You said something about wantingtospendhourseatingneout.’ She mumbled, letting the words all run into one another.
She coughed and cleared her throat. ‘Screw her.’ She snapped. ‘As if you would ever agree to something like that with her. If we were going to have a threesome, we had much better taste than her.’ She hoped Blair would go with the change of subject, that she wouldn’t notice what she’d mumbled in favour of assuring her that Serena was irrelevant.
Blair Anderson
Blair's frown deepened at her words, more confused than ever. And then Kate had mumbled something and she blurted out "Wait, what?" In her confusion. There was something about Kate's expression that brought a smile to Blair's lips and she leaned forwards to kiss Kate gently. "We have much better taste," she agreed, a hand coming forwards to tuck a lock of hair behind Kate's ear. "I don't think I could ever have a threesome anyway. I'm too... I don't know. Possessive? The thought of someone else touching you isn't something I like."
Kate Hummel
She’d always thought she wouldn’t like someone being possessive over her. She’d fought so hard to be her own person that she’d never considered wanting to hand that person over to someone else for lack of a batter metaphor. But Blair being possessive felt different. It felt protective and sweet; she liked the idea of Blair wanting to keep her to herself. ‘You’re cute when you’re possessive.’ She smiled. ‘But rest assured, you are the only person whose hands I want to feel.’
She turned slightly to better look up at her and breathed out a careful sigh. ‘Last night - You said you wanted to —‘ she paused, and fought the urge to hide her face. ‘You said, when you were sober, you were going to spend hours eating me out.’
Blair Anderson
"I'm always cute, Kate Hummel," Blair said with a grin, rolling over so she was laying on top of her girlfriend, kissing her sweetly. "I'm glad I'm the only person. Serena kept being really pushy last night and I just kept drinking more to avoid talking to her."
At Kate's words, Blair couldn't help but grin at her, despite the fact she had started blushing a brilliant shade of scarlet. "Well, I would like to, I wasn't lying... I'm sorry I said that though. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable or anything. It's no secret that I think you're incredibly attractive and doing that... is something I've definitely thought about."
Kate Hummel
‘You just — You say those things and I don’t know how to respond to them. I — You have to know I want more with you. Even this — You laying on me, feeling your weight pressed against me.. it’s like entirely too much and not nearly enough at the same time.’ She breathed, feeling her heart quicken in her chest. Her eyes were bright when she stared up at her girlfriend, only darkened by something she couldn’t identify as lust.
‘You don’t have to be sorry about saying things like that. I — You know, I suppose it’s only natural when you’re with someone like this but I...’ She shook her head and huffed our a sigh. ‘I don’t even know where to start thinking those things about you. My thoughts are all like movies; I imagine kissing you, and your lips are so perfectly swollen because in my head, we’ve been kissing for hours and then things sort of — They just fade to black.’ She chuckled nervously, and suddenly realised there was nowhere to hide her face.
Blair Anderson
Blair listened carefully, her heart hammering in her chest. She shifted a little in her position on top of Kate, her cheeks flushing. They were both virgins but both curious and nervous at the same time. But Blair felt confident they could work this out in their own time. There was no hurry.
"I guess... I guess it's just like touching ourselves but with others?" Blair said quietly, shrugging her shoulders. "I haven't got any experience either so I don't know... I just... I can't deny I've thought about it with you." Blair leaned down to kiss her sweetly. "But we can take this at our own pace, okay? I promise."
Kate Hummel
‘I haven’t even done that Blair.’ She confessed, her face so flushed now she could actually feel the heat radiating off it. Suddenly Blair’s weight, her legs on either side of her hips was entirely too much. ‘You talk about mas-masturbation like it’s this totally normal thing that everyone does.’ She pointed out. She knew this was where she was lacking. Her Father was wonderful but when it had come to the birds and the bees, she had had to fend for herself. Her Father learned about her starting her periods three years after the fact when she had tampons to a shopping list he had read over her shoulder. At fifteen, he’d never seen the need to broach the topic with her. She’d done all her own reading, her own research after she had had to loan Tina her sweater to cover her skirt in fifth grade. She’d focused on the biology and therefore felt completely out of her depth when it came to anything sexual.
‘I just think sometimes you would be happier with someone like Serena who clearly knows what she’s doing and who makes all her desires obvious to you.’ She added quietly.
Blair Anderson
"Kate, its okay," Blair said softly, reaching for her hand so she could squeeze it gently. "There's absolutely no hurry. But... I mean, I'd encourage you to try, so you can get a feel of what you like. It'll make things easier when you... find someone you want to... you know." Blair's cheeks were dead and she gave a nervous smile, leaning down to kiss Kate's forehead softly.
The mention of Serena had Blair frowning and she shook her head immediately. Did Kate really doubt her? Her love for her? "I don't want anyone but you," Blair said firmly. "Serena showed absolutely no respect for the fact I have a girlfriend and I hated it. Her desires are very obvious, but I have absolutely no desire towards her. I want you, no one else. I want my first time to be with someone I care about and I want it to be special."
Kate Hummel
‘I do want those things with you. I was so glad when you fell asleep last night because I only wanted that with you and I just I have no idea what I’d do.’ She explained, grateful for Blair’s hand in hers. ‘This might be the most uncomfortable conversation of my life.’ She chuckled nervously. ‘You know I’m all about the simple touch of fingertips —‘ she shook her head and breathed out. ‘But you’re right, of course. If I’m going to be in a relationship, an adult relationship and have those thoughts, those desires, I should at least try to learn about my body. It’s nothing to be ashamed of right?’ She still sought out some sort of reassurance that this was okay. She hates that sex made her so uncomfortable. She supposed it was something to do with so many years believing the way she felt was wrong but she wanted to get better at the whole thing; for her own sake if not for Blair.
‘Oh don’t frown at me.’ She said, brushing his fingers over the line of her lips. ‘I know you love you. You’re so good to me Blair. I just — Sometimes I get stuck in my own head. I have my own insecurities to work through but I always know you love me.’ She promised her earnestly.
Blair Anderson
"I don't really know what I'd do either," Blair answered honestly, giving a nervous smile. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Kate. Not ever. But I think it'd be good for you. To... to g-get to know your own body, you know? It's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. You are beautiful, everything about you is, and I think it'd be really good for you to relax a little." Blair's cheeks were pink and she hid her face for a moment, running a hand through her wild curls. "I'm new to all of this as well. I... I know I've... m-masturbated but I mean, I've never done anything with anyone else."
Blair couldn't help but smile at the touches to her lips and leaned up to kiss the fingertips gently, her hand moving to brush over Kate's cheekbone. "Don't ever doubt my love for you, okay?" She said softly, sitting up a little, straddling Kate's hips. "I'll always be here to work through your insecurities with you, okay? So now.. what were you planning on doing with today? We have no obligations at all and it's going to be great."
Kate Hummel
She breathed out a relaxed sigh, a lazy smile forming on her face and she rested her hand on her girlfriend's waist. 'Do you have any idea how impossible it is to really think about anything when you're straddling my waist like this?' she laughed. As uncomfortable as the conversation had been when it started, she felt a little lighter for having talked things through with her girlfriend. Things always made sense when she talked them through with Blair; the other girl got her in a way no-one else ever had.
'Can we just spend the day together doing nothing in particular? It's the one thing I miss the most about being enrolled here.' she commented, shifting slightly under Blair's weight.
Blair Anderson
Blair laughed lightly at her words, glancing at the hand on her waist. "You're struggling to focus because I'm on top of you when you dressed me last night? You saw me in my underwear, Kate." Blair winked and leaned down to kiss her again, unable to resist.
"We can absolutely do nothing today. We have no obligations and we can just sit and scroll through Netflix today and cuddle. I can't think of a better person to spend my day with than you."
Kate Hummel
'Well, when I dressed you last night, you were unconscious and unconscious people aren't as attractive as their very awake counterparts.' she pointed out, allowing her hands to slip just under the fabric of Blair's t-shirt so she could brush her fingers against her bare skin. 'That, and I kept my eyes closed while I dressed you. I didn't see anything I hadn't already seen.' she promised, mind briefly flashing to the briefest glimpse she had got of Blair's underwear.
'We could watch Netflix or we could make out a little.' she suggested, only a little shyly. 'Because I have wanted to kiss you since we stumbled in last night and you fell asleep before I could do so properly.'
Blair Anderson
"Are you saying I'm not attractive?" Blair said in mock hurt, grinning at her girlfriend. She watched the hand move to brush against her bare skin and shivered a little, grinning. "You've seen me in my underwear before, I don't mind, baby," she said in a soft voice, shifting again.
"Oh, you want to make out?" She said, leaning down to brush her lips against her jaw. With a grin, Blair rolled them over so Kate was on top of her, smirking. "I would be more than happy to."
Kate Hummel
She yelped when they changed positions; it was followed by a laugh as she settled on top of her girlfriend. ‘You are — the most beautiful girl in the world.’ She mused quietly, drinking in the sight of her pinned underneath her. Her curls were spread across the pillow, and her eyes were shining.
She leaned down, pressing her body along the length of Blair’s and caught her lips in what started out as a sweet kiss. She deepened it, pressing her tongue passed her lips and braces herself on hands flattened beside Blair’s head.
Blair Anderson
Blair blushed at her words and shook her head. She didn't agree - that title definitely went to Kate. Everything about her was appealing and she was absolutely beautiful. Blair was completely in love. She groaned softly against her lips when the kiss deepened and moved her hands to Kate's hips, gripping them a little tighter and holding her against her body.
"You are amazing," she breathed against her, hand trailing up her back, though she kept her hands above the material of her t-shirt. "And you look so good in my clothes."
Kate Hummel
‘They’re a little tight in places but I like your clothes.’ She hummed against her lips. Kate loved kissing. She loved the way Blair would let her take control, would follow her lead and kiss her back with equal desire and passion.
She nipped at her lower lip before she opted to mouth against her neck. She kissed a line to her earlobe and for no reason other than something instinctive, she sucked it between her lips for a moment. ‘When you do touch yourself.’ She whispered against her ear, her face heating up at the question she ached to ask. ‘What exactly do you think about?’ She prompted.
Blair Anderson
"That's because you're taller than me. And certain areas are more... curvy," Blair added with a smirk, a hand moving to Kate's hips. Blair let her girlfriend take control and when she felt the lips on her neck and her earlobe, she arched her back a little, biting her lip.
"W-What?" Blair blurred, looking at her girlfriend in shock. "I... it depends. It used to be just a faceless woman but now... now I imagine you... like this..." Blair's cheeks were burning as she spoke. "I imagine you slowly trailing your fingers down my body, barely touching me. And then you move them over... over my chest. And you tease for a while." Blair swallowed harshly, her eyes moving over Kate's face. "And then you m-move between my legs."
Kate Hummel
‘Tell me how I tease you.’ She asked. The uncomfortable feeling didn’t come from the fact that she didn’t want to talk about this; it was more that she wasn’t entirely sure what she was talking about. But she wanted to know more and as long as Blair was willing to answer her questions, she’d keep asking them.
She sat up properly, giving herself a vantage from which she could see Blair more completely. Slowly, she brushed her fingers over her neck and slightly exposed collarbone. ‘Is this how you think about me touching you?’ She asked curiously, as her hands moved lower. She wasn’t ready to go south of the boarder so to speak but she was intrigued by the idea of something more than the chaste touching they’d shared so far. ‘Here —‘ She asked, allowing her fingers to rest on the swell of her breasts. ‘Is this where you want me?’
Blair Anderson
Blair was about to answer but Kate had sat up and moved her fingers across her neck and over her collarbone. And Blair was shivering beneath her touch, a breathy moan leaving her. The hands moved and fingers were over her chest. Blair's heart was hammering and she looked up at Kate, holding her breath.
"Y-Yes," she whispered, her hands coming up to rest on her girlfriend's hips. "You... you tease me like this. By touching over my - oh god - over my n-nipples. And your other hand keeps moving lower, still teasing me."
Kate Hummel
‘Do you want me to keep touching you here Blair?’ She asked softly, shifting her hips slightly. ‘I’m not — I’m not ready to move my hands lower but if you want, I want to keep touching you here. Maybe under your clothes.’ She added, slightly rushing the words. She wanted to feel her, feel the heat of her skin, feel how she reacted to her touch and the t-shirt and bra underneath really just hindered that.
Her breathing was a little heavier, and her eyes had darkened with lust. In the back of her mind, she repeated that Blair was as nervous about this too, that this would be a first for her too. It made things a little easier, knowing that they would be learning together. ‘Or I can stop. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.’ She promised her, bringing her hand away. She flicked her tongue over her lips. ‘But if you tell me some of what you want, I think i could give you that.’
Blair Anderson
"P-Please," Blair was whispering before she could stop herself. "I want you to be comfortable, Kate. I don't mind where you touch me as long as you're happy and comfortable, okay?" Blair leaned up, brushing their lips together briefly before she yanked her t-shirt over her head, blushing as she was left in just her bra.
"I'm new to this too," she said honestly. "I just want you to never stop kissing me. I don't want to stop, baby, not if you're okay with this. Can... can I touch you?" Her hands rested just above Kate's breast, biting her lip as she waited for permission.
Kate Hummel
‘Not yet.’ It had taken her a moment to answer. Was she ready to feel Blair’s hands in her? Did she want that? The answers were conflicting; she wanted it but she also wasn’t sure she was ready for anyone to touch her when she hadn’t really touched herself. ‘If it’s okay with you, I just — I want to explore you for a while.’ Her fingers smoothed over the swell of her breasts.
‘This is so pretty.’ She mused, at first opting to touch Blair’s bra. She brushed her fingers over the straps, across the side panels. ‘It’s a really good colour in you.’ She mumbled as she allowed herself to cup her breast. A moan left her lips and she chuckled. ‘It might seem like a ridiculous thing to be excited over but god Blair, you have no idea how perfect you feel in my hand.’
Blair Anderson
"That's okay," Blair whispered, giving her a soft smile and nodding. She didn't ever want to push her girlfriend into anything and if she wasn't okay with being touched then it was perfectly fine with her. Blair's cheeks flushed at the compliments and she bit her lip but didn't say anything straight away. A low moan left her when she felt her cupping her breast and she shifted a little beneath her.
"It's not ridiculous," Blair replied immediately, squeezing Kate's hips in a comforting manner. "It... it feels nice. Y-You, running your hand over me. It feels right. Which I realise how ridiculous that is to say," she added with a laugh. "But it's true."
Kate Hummel
She applied a little more pressure, squeezing slightly and almost rolled the mound in her hand. Blair’s words encouraged her; this felt good and she trusted that if she did something that felt otherwise, her girlfriend would be quick to let her know.
With her free hand, she teased her other breast. This time, she focused on brushing over her nipple through the thing lace. She couldn’t quite see it but she could feel it stiffening under her continued touch. ‘I can — I can feel you reacting to me touching you.’ She whispered, delighted and in awe that she could have that kind of impact over her girlfriend. ‘Can I see you properly Blair?’ She asked softly, moving her hands away. ‘Without this in the way.’ She clarified, giving the bra strap a light ping.
Blair Anderson
Blair groaned softly when Kate began to tease her other breast and shifted a little. She'd never done this with anyone before and it felt good, her eyes closed. But then Kate was speaking again and Blair looked up at her, nodding despite being nervous.
"Y-Yeah, of course," she said, sitting up a little again and reaching around to unclasp bra. Blair was nervous - no one had ever seen her body before and Kate would be the first one. So she leaned up and kissed her gently before she let the bra fall away, leaving her body exposed to her girlfriend for the first time.
Kate Hummel
‘Yeah, I was definitely right.’ She breathed, unable to hide the smile that seemed to have overtaken her face. ‘You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met and your boobs are perfect.’ She felt almost giddy. This made her wonder how she ever colour have believed she was wrong for feeling the way she felt because this, with Blair, this felt more right than anything she’d ever experienced.
She leaned down, flattening herself against her girlfriend’s body and caught her lips in a kiss that was less sweet and more hungry. Her right hand fondled her breast, allowing her thumb and forefinger to pinch the hardened bud. ‘Tell me more about what you do. Tell me how you like to be touched Blair.’ She whispered earnestly against her lips.
Blair Anderson
Blair's cheeks turned a brilliant shade of red at the compliments and she let out a nervous giggle. Her hand came up to brush some of Kate's hair out of her face and she let out a content sigh at the mere sight of her. But before she could say anything, her girlfriend had leaned down to kiss her fiercely and Blair groaned against her, back arching a little as she felt her hand on her breast again.
"I... I don't know... like this," Blair admitted, her cheeks still burning. She wrapped an arm around Kate and held her close as she tried to focus on replying. "I usually start by... doing this. I'm really sensitive... and then I let my hand tease along my stomach and down to my... I start of gently there too, barely enough. I like to tease myself, to build myself up slowly... sometimes I'll, um, use a toy but..." Blair let out a nervous laugh, hiding her face in the crook of Kate's neck. "It's really hard to concentrate when your hand is there."
Kate Hummel
‘I think I love that I make it hard for you to concentrate.’ Kate confessed, pulling her head back so she could kiss her again. ‘You’re being so good baby. You’re teaching what you like so that I can make you squirm, so I can pull those gorgeous noises from your mouth.’ She didn’t know where her confidence came from; only that now it existed, she felt like she could do anything.
‘You let your hand tease down to your what? I- I want to hear you say the word.’ As she spoke, she began to kiss a trail from Blair’s chin, down the column of her neck. That wasn’t new territory; she’d learned accidentally how much she enjoyed biting her girlfriend, leaving small purple bruises against her skin. They were always low down enough that they could be easily hidden; they were meant to be between them, not for other people to tease her about. She kissed lower still; over her collar bones and then down between her breasts. ‘Is this okay B?’ She whispered, lips tingling with the idea of taking her into her mouth.
Blair Anderson
Kate's confidence was intoxicating. She wasn't sure where it came from but she knew she adored it and Blair couldn't get enough. Her cheeks were still red and she shifted a little, her breathing somewhat ragged.
"My c-clit," Blair gasped, her cheeks flaming. "I let my hand tease down to my clit." Blair groaned at the kisses and the nips to her skin, shivering beneath her girlfriend's lips. There was a question and she looked up at Kate, clearly a little dazed. "G-God, yes," she whispered. "Yes, it's okay, baby. Please, please, I want you to... to mark me... please."
Kate Hummel
She changed her positions. She moved from straddling her waist, to straddling her thigh. She was positioned so that one knee was carefully angled between Blair’s thighs. She wasn’t ready to touch down there, or even for them to lose those clothes but this was, she could press against her slightly, provide some sort of friction. ‘I can’t wait to touch your clit.’ She whispered. She was torn between desire and what she thought they were both ready for. This was pushing all the boundaries they’d put in place but it felt comfortable; this was moving forward at a good pace. Anything more than this, and she thought she might scare herself off.
Her lips avoided her breasts completely for now, kissing along the skin underneath them. She found a spot to her left hand side and she pressed her face there. She trailed her teeth against the skin before she bit down lightly at first and she gauged Blair’s reaction before biting down a little harder and sucking the skin between her lips.
Blair Anderson
Blair groaned at her words and nodded. Honestly she couldn't wait for Kate to touch her clit either. The mere thought of it had her blushing. There were gentle kisses along her skin and Blair shivered. It was the first time anyone had ever seen her without a bra on and the first time anyone had even been near her body like this. And Kate was intoxicating.
Kate was biting down against her skin and Blair arched her back off the bed. This wasn't where she'd been expecting their day to go but she certainly wasn't complaining. Blair's hair was fanned out on the pillow beneath her and she kept her eyes closed as Kate worked over her.
Kate Hummel
She stopped sucking when she felt her skin start to warm beneath her lips and she lapped her tongue against the mark a few times before she pulled away completely. ‘Just between you and I.’ She smiled, pressing her fingers lightly against the reddened skin. She pressed her knee further between Blair’s legs, forcing them to spread just a little further apart.
She didn’t allow her lips to be away from her skin for long. As she continued to kiss her, she dragged her lips over the swell of her breast before eventually, hesitantly, she closed her lips around her nipple and sucked softly.
Blair Anderson
Blair nodded at the words, hissing a little at the pressure against the tender spot. Kate's knee was pressing between her legs and forcing them apart a little more, and she watched her, easily opening them a little more for her girlfriend. The lips pressed everywhere and all Blair could do was moan, completely at Kate's mercy. But then she'd taken her nipple in her mouth and Blair was crying out a little louder, a hand tangling in Kate's hair.
"Baby," she breathed softly, eyes slipping closed. "Baby, that feels so good. So good. I'm really sensitive there, g-god."
Kate Hummel
She kept her lips over her teeth, sucking softly as her eyes fell closed. Her other hand closed over her other breast, and squeezed, rubbing her thumb back and forth over her nipple. She didn’t necessarily have an end goal; she just revelled in how incredible the noises Blair made sounded to her ears.
She stopped eventually, pulling back and flicking her tongue over her lips. ‘You’re incredible Blair.’ She breathed reverently. ‘You are just — You’re something else entirely.’ She hummed. She blew a breath of cold air over her breast, wet from where she’d lapped against her. ‘I — God, I suppose this has all been one big tease.’
Blair Anderson
Blair whined and writhed on the bed, unable to quite believe Kate, her Kate, was doing this to her. It was unbelievably hot and only made Blair fall in love with her ten times over. After what felt like an age, Kate pulled back, speaking. Her cheeks flushed and Blair sat up a little on her elbows, so their lips were closer together. Blair shivered beneath Kate's mouth but didn't care, reaching up to tilt her chin upwards so they could kiss.
"Y-Yeah, it kind of has," Blair said with a quite laugh, running a hand through her curls. "But it felt amazing. You're so... god, you're amazing, Kate," she finished, smiling at her and kissing her sweetly again. "I love you so much. Everything about you is just... perfect."
Kate Hummel
‘I feel like I should apologise for teasing you.’ She smiled, ‘but I’m not in the least bit sorry for anything that I’ve just done.’ She kissed her deeply, winding her arm around her neck and holding her close. ‘I love you too Blair. You’re more than I ever could have hoped for.’ She confessed, as her fingers toyed with the ends of her girlfriend’s hair.
She pulled her lower lip between her teeth before hooking her fingers in them hem of her own t-shirt. If Blair was willing to expose herself, Kate felt like it was the least she could do in return. She pulled the offending material over her head and tossed the shirt to one side. She lay down, pressing as completely against her girlfriend as she could. She tucked her face against Blair’s neck and breathed out evenly. ‘You’re perfect.’
Blair Anderson
Blair laughed at her words, knowing Kate wasn't sorry for anything they'd just done. And Blair wouldn't want her to be. She hummed into their kiss, holding her close to her body and sighed, completely content. When Kate pulled away, Blair frowned and watched but relaxed when she realised she was just removing her shirt. And then the pale skin was exposed and Blair couldn't help but stare at her girlfriend, unable to stop herself from grinning.
"You think I'm perfect? I think you should look in the mirror," Blair teased, arms wrapping around her slender waist and holding her close. "I'm glad you're not going to apologise for teasing me, though. That... was really good. But I do think you should explore your own body. You'll enjoy it, I'm sure."
Kate Hummel
She didn’t feel as embarrassed talking about exploring her own body; not now that she’d had her fingers and her lips all over Blair’s body. ‘I solemnly promise that, just for you, I will make the time to explore my own body.’ She whispered. ‘And I promise the next time we have an opportunity like this, I won’t say no when you ask to touch me.’
She found Blair’s hand, and laced their fingers together. She nestled her face against the crook of Blair’s neck and wriggled against her. ‘I don’t want to stop y’know?’ She hummed against her neck. ‘I don’t want to stop but I feel like I should. I have to stop because I don’t think I’m ready for everything that happens if I don’t. But I — I’m thinking about touching you. It’s all I can think about.’
Blair Anderson
Blair smiled as Kate cuddle in close to her, arm wrapping around her even tighter to hold her close. Her other hand was in Kate's and their fingers laced together, and Blair had absolutely no intention of moving away from the gentle touch. "We don't have to do everything now," she said gently, kissing the top of Kate's head lovingly. "We have all the time in the world to explore. And if you aren't ready, then you aren't ready. If you feel ready, then that's okay too. But there's absolutely no rush. I'm not going anywhere, and you're no going anywhere. We have time. And besides," Blair added with a smirk. "If you can't stop thinking about touching me, then you can think about it when you touch yourself, can't you?"
Kate Hummel
‘Whatever you do, don’t think about the fact that when I go home tonight, I’m going to lay in bed and think about you like this. Don’t think about the fact that I’m going to spread my legs and touch myself while thinking only about how gorgeous you sounded when you were moaning for me.’ She teased, pressing a kiss to her neck.
She rolled to the side, but kept her leg hooked over Blair’s waist. ‘You make me feel brave Blair Anderson.’ She sighed in contentment. ‘And I love you for it. You make me love myself.’
Blair Anderson
Blair groaned at Kate's words, closing her eyes for a moment. The other girl moved, leg still hooked over her waist and she kissed her head again. "You should always love yourself," Blair said quietly, brushing her fingers through the other's hair. "Everything about you is amazing, Kate Hummel, and it's time you started realising that."
ALEXANDER: I didn't ask to care about you either. But I do. And I'm glad I do because you're a good person. You deserve good people around you.
ALEXANDER: If you tell me, I can do something about it. I can help you move out. We can get you a restraining order. Fuck Logan, you could press charges against him.
LOGAN: You know the answer, why do you keep asking.
ALEXANDER: I've gone out of my way to be kind to you, to befriend you. I've invited you into every aspect of my life, including /my/ home. I fought with my -- whatever Parker was, for you. And you don't trust me.
ALEXANDER: You fucking do need help. He's abusing you.
LOGAN: I never asked you to do any of that! We spoke because we had to, because we both had to do a project together. I didn't ask for this.
LOGAN: What do you want from me?! Why do you want me to admit it? What good will that do?
ALEXANDER: And doesn't your boyfriend ever want to meet your friends? We are friends right? I fucking know people have to work Logan; it might surprise you to hear this from the son of a rich businessman but I have to work a job too. But he can't be working all the time. This isn't adding up anymore. I've suspected something hasn't been right for weeks and this proves it.
ALEXANDER: I can help you.
LOGAN: Fine, don't believe me. I really don't care.
LOGAN: Has it ever occurred to you that I am also a private person, and I don't want people meeting my boyfriend when I haven't known them for very long? I don't trust people, and I don't want anything happening that could ruin my relationship. We've been together for three years.
UNSENT: I can't believe you actually just threw that in my face as if I have ever made money something between us.
ALEXANDER: Logan, you had fucking broken bones. That needs more than first aid training. Are you kidding me? I can't believe you're defending him.
ALEXANDER: Why have I never been allowed to meet him? Why can't I ever come over to your house? Why doesn't he drive you anywhere, ever?
LOGAN: I'm defending him because he's not hurting me! I told the doctors the truth.
LOGAN: I've /told/ you, he's a private person. He doesn't like people in his house he doesn't know and I think that's fair. He works, Alex, people have to /work/. And because I can't get a job, he has to pay for both of us.
ALEXANDER: Then why the fuck did he not take you to hospital?
ALEXANDER: I have a hundred other questions but that really sums it up. What kind of person sees you in that state and doesn't do something about it? The kind of person that did it and doesn't want to be caught.
LOGAN: We don't have insurance, Alex, and in case you haven't noticed, we don't exactly have a lot of money! He's first aid trained, he patched me up as best as he could. But we're not all sons of rich businessmen, you know. Not all of us can afford healthcare.
ALEXANDER: No Logan. I heard what they said about previous injuries. Scars. Bones that hadn't healed quite right. I heard them ask you if someone was hurting you.
LOGAN: Everyone has scars, Alex. I'm clumsy, you know this. The first time I met you, I dropped a book because you said /hello/ to me. If you heard them ask that, then you also heard me reply with no, no one is hurting me.
