Between the Moon & NYC, ch 12
Summary: Kurt arrives in a small coastal town in North Carolina to join his dad and Carole for a few days of their vacation, but under duress. He can’t imagine that this sleepy southern town has anything to offer him…till a very attractive local goes jogging by on the beach.
Rating: mild M for this chapter, Teen for the rest.
Word Count: ~6,200 for this chapter, 78K total for fic.
Read from the beginning on Tumblr here. Chapter 11 is here. AO3
A/N: About a year and a half after I started this fic as part of a reverse bang, I’m finally, finally up to the chapter that was inspired by the fanart! @riverance ‘s gorgeous art is here. (I’ll also be reblogging it as soon as I post this chapter.) Please give that beautiful fanart some love, b/c Riverance didn’t get nearly enough attention for it!
It took some time before everything was ready and they pushed the small boat (a skiff, Blaine called it) off from the dock. Kurt hadn’t realized how much went into getting ready to take a boat out. The few times he’d been on boats, like the ferries that toured New York Harbor for instance, he just walked on. He realized now that the crew had done a lot of prep work before the loads of tourists arrived.
Blaine had called his uncle as they walked back on the beach, confirming that the boat he wanted to use was available for the afternoon. Then they climbed into Blaine’s pickup truck and drove first to his cottage, where he picked up a small cooler and filled it with food and water.
“We’ll probably end up eating while we’re out there,” he explained. “We can picnic on the beach.”
“You and your picnics,” Kurt teased with a grin.
It turned out the boat was docked (“Not parked, Kurt,” Blaine informed him when he asked what he thought was an innocent question. “You dock a boat.”) in a harbor that was a further fifteen-minute drive past the Evans house and seemed to hold mostly what Blaine called shrimp boats. From the smell of things, the boats ran on noxious fumes and the daily catch from the past decade was rotting under each dock. Kurt tried to hide his reaction to the smell, but it was all around him. Blaine noticed his face.
“Sorry,” he said. “The odors kinda build up when you have a harbor dedicated to working boats that bring in seafood every day. I got used to it years ago. Try breathing through your mouth, we’ll be out of here soon.”
Kurt nodded, and tried to help with preparations so they could be underway as soon as possible. He handed the cooler to Blaine, already in the boat, and then waited on the dock while he checked that there were two life preservers, flares, and other safety equipment in the front.
“It shouldn’t even be a question, because that safety equipment is supposed to stay on the boat. But occasionally, if one of us takes a group out on one of the larger boats and we need extra life preservers, we’ll borrow them from the skiff, or from a friend who’s not planning to be out on the water that day. Or sometimes friends will borrow them from us, and people don’t always remember to bring them back. Dwight trained all of us to never push back from the dock without checking. He says it’s just like putting on your seat belt every time you drive a car.”
“And what are the odds of us needing the life preservers today?” Kurt asked.
“Well…I’ve lived here for over half my life now, and never had to abandon ship.” Blaine grinned up at him, looking at ease on the boat. “I’d say our odds are good of coming back in one piece. C’mon.”
Blaine pulled on the rope still tied to the dock to bring the skiff as close as possible to where Kurt stood, before holding a hand out to him. Kurt hesitated, looking at the ripples radiating out from the boat, still rocking gently from being moved.
“How do I do this, exactly?” he asked. “Without pitching myself into the water?”
“It’s easier than it looks,” Blaine said, hand still held out. “Especially since it’s high tide and the boat is close to the dock. Just hold my hand, crouch down on the dock, and step one foot at a time into the middle of the boat. It’ll rock a little, but I’m sure you can keep your balance. You’re a dancer, right? So this should be easy.”
Steeling himself, Kurt took the offered hand and did as he’d been told till both feet were in the boat. He tightened his core and every other muscle group in his body to maintain his wide stance, till the boat became mostly still.
“Umm, Kurt?”
“Yeah?”
“Could you, umm…ease up a bit? You’re holding on kind of tight.”
Kurt realized that he’d grabbed hold of Blaine’s shoulder and was maintaining a death grip on him. He was holding on to his hand almost as tightly.
“Sorry,” he said, forcing his fingers to relax. He kept hold though, because the wood he stood on was still swaying slightly from side to side.
“It’s fine. Why don’t you sit down, and we’ll push back from the dock.”
Cautiously, and maintaining his hold on Blaine because if Kurt fell off this floating fun ride then Blaine was going over too, he managed to sit on the bench in the middle of the skiff. He felt much steadier once he’d lowered his center of gravity.
“You good?” Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded as he finally loosened his grip. “Alrighty then…let’s get going.”
Several minutes later, after a noisy start of the motor that made Kurt cough with its exhaust, they were maneuvering out of the harbor and into a larger body of water. Blaine sat in the back to navigate. Kurt wanted to move to the back as well, and sit next to Blaine so they could talk on the ride. But Blaine nixed that idea, explaining that on a boat as small as this one, they needed to keep their weight distributed. And the noise of the engine would have made conversation difficult anyway. So Kurt sat in the middle of the boat, and watched the scenery go by.
Once they were out of the harbor, and moving forward at a steady clip that created a nice breeze, the objectionable odors of the shrimp boats faded. It was replaced with the briny smell that seemed to permanently exist in the air here. With conversation nearly impossible, and with his body adjusting to the gentle up and down motion of the skiff as it cut through the water, Kurt relaxed his grip on the bench and observed the various land masses as they passed by. Some were clearly inhabited, with houses visible on the shore. But there were also what appeared to be small islands where no human habitation seemed possible, based on the amount of undergrowth that spread wild between twisted trees.
It was over an hour later, and the sun was getting lower in the sky, when the lighthouse came into view on the horizon. Kurt recognized its distinctive diamond pattern from pictures he’d seen in the visitor center at Fort Macon. It took another twenty minutes, at least, before Blaine cut the engine and let the skiff coast till its bow ran aground in the sand. An anchor was thrown over before Blaine stepped past Kurt where he was still seated on the bench, not presuming anything till he received instructions. Blaine squatted on the bow of the skiff, giving Kurt a nice view of his ass muscles tightening, before jumping down to land on the beach.
“I hope you didn’t come all this way just to look at the lighthouse from the boat,” he said, his eyes laughing at Kurt. “You rode on the boat for an hour, you should walk up and touch it.”
“Right.” He stood, finding to his confusion that his legs were a bit shaky under him, and made his way to the front where he copied Blaine and made the hop to the sand, narrowly avoiding the water. Blaine steadied him with hands at his waist.
“Balance feel a bit off?” Blaine asked.
“A little, yeah.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your sea legs. And now that you’ve set foot on land, let me officially welcome you to the Cape Lookout National Seashore.”
Kurt looked around at Blaine’s dramatic gesture, encompassing all of the island within view, but didn’t see anything but sand, sea grass, and water. Then more sand, sea grass, and water, with the lighthouse looming in the distance. It was late afternoon by now and the sun was starting to set, casting the lighthouse in bright light on one side and shadow on the other.
“It’s…. different from any other national park I’ve ever visited,” he said at last.
Blaine just laughed, reaching down for his hand. “C’mon, let’s go look at the lighthouse.”
It was a longer walk to the tall building than it looked like. They didn’t talk much, and Kurt focused on walking on the slippery sand till they made their slipping, sliding progress up a sand dune, past a lone white house, and finally stood next to the Cape Lookout lighthouse.
Blaine stepped up to it, and placed one hand on the brick, closing his eyes.
“Communing with your ancestor?” Kurt asked.
Blaine smiled without opening his eyes. “Something like that.” He placed both hands on it, and was silent, while Kurt waited, letting him have his moment. He dropped his hands and turned to elaborate, “I just like reminding myself that my family in this area goes back so many generations. For a kid who grew up bouncing from place to place, never having one place that I called home till I was a teenager, it means a lot to know I have roots here.”
Kurt looked up at it, unable to see anything but its black-and-white diamond pattern, and even that was distorted at this angle.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” he called up the length of the tower, unable to resist.
“Hmm….I’m sure the lighthouse keeper has heard that before. If they can even hear you up there.”
“Someone’s actually up there?” He turned to look at Blaine, though his face was in shadow with the sun setting.
“Nah, not really.” Kurt could hear the smile in his voice. “Though I’d laugh my ass off if some maintenance guy happened to be up there today and yelled back down at you…or tossed down a rope.”
“Did there used to be lighthouse keepers?” Kurt asked, curious.
“Oh, yeah. The keepers used to live in that house right there, usually with their families. They’d homeschool the kids and raise their own livestock and produce, were very self-sufficient.”
“They raised livestock here?” Kurt turned to look at the land around them, nothing but sand, water, and that tough dune grass for miles. “I’m no farmer, but this doesn’t look like farmland to me. What did the animals eat?”
“Remember those horses I showed you, on the island across from the Beaufort waterfront? They’ve lived on that island for generations with very little human intervention. Their bodies adapted to survive on the marsh grass. I’m sure the livestock here did the same, with maybe some hay brought over from the mainland during the winter.”
“Hmm. Can’t imagine living such an isolated life. How long were there full-time keepers here?”
“Up until…the 1950s, I think? That’s when it became fully automated. Though I think that for a lot of years after that, people could volunteer to be lightkeepers. They didn’t have anything to do, really….it was more just a chance to have a beach retreat for a few days. Write their great American novel, that sort of thing.”
“I suppose I can see the appeal in that, just for a few days. But I’m sure after that, I’d be itching to get back to the city.”
“Like you’re itching now?” Blaine asked quietly.
Kurt considered the question. “Yes…and no. I’ll be glad to get back, but…I’m going to miss this place far more than I thought I would when I arrived a week ago. I’ll miss you.”
The moment stretched between them, only the sound of the waves lapping against the beach to break the silence between them, before Blaine confessed, “I’m going to miss you too. I thought my spring break was going to be so dull and monotonous, till I met you that day on the beach.”
“We’ve still got tonight,” Kurt reminded him.
Blaine’s mouth quirked, and humor glinted in his eyes, letting Kurt know what he was going to do before he sang softly, “Who needs tomorrow? We’ve got tonight, babe…why don’t you stay?”
“You dork!” Kurt accused, giving him a playful shove. “Now you’ve gone and ruined the moment.”
Blaine’s hand slid down to capture his. “How about a romantic walk down the beach in the moonlight? We’ll grab the picnic basket from the boat, and find a spot where we can see the lighthouse from a distance, and see if we can recapture the moment?”
Kurt pulled him closer for a kiss, one mixed with the salt in the ocean breeze, then nodded. Fingers laced, they strolled down the beach, only stopping long enough for Blaine to climb back onto the skiff and retrieve the basket he’d tucked under the bow, behind a closed panel where it stayed protected from the water spray on their journey to the Cape.
They didn’t say anything as they made their way along the water’s edge. Kurt started to, a couple times, but….what was there to say? He was leaving tomorrow. Barring one of them deciding on a radical change of address, their two lives were far apart and not compatible. Part of him wanted to curse the unfairness of it all, that he’d met this wonderful man that he felt he clicked with so well, but they wanted different things out of life and he just couldn’t see how they would make a long-term relationship work.
“How about here?” Blaine asked, indicating a stretch of sand that looked no different than any other patch of beach.
They sat down right in the sand and pulled food from the basket to snack on, making small talk, but Kurt’s heart wasn’t really in it, not like that day they’d picnicked at Fort Macon. The first time a bright beam of light flashed over them, it jarred him out of his semi-daze to look over his shoulder at the lighthouse. It was nearly dark now, the full moon was rising, and the lighthouse had awoken to do its duty for another night.
“It’s a much nicer view from back here, isn’t it?” Blaine asked.
“Yeah. Kind of like going to see the Statue of Liberty. Better to take one of the tour boats through the harbor than go on the island itself.”
“I always wanted to see the Statue of Liberty,” Blaine mused. “Are you going to eat any more?”
Kurt shook his head, so Blaine repacked the basket and set it behind them, but made no move to get up. Instead he propped his elbows on his knees, gazing out at the water. Kurt scooted over next to him, copying his pose and looking out over the water as well, trying to see….whatever it was that Blaine saw out there.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked finally.
“Eternity.” Blaine never took his eyes from the water and the moon’s reflection on the waves.
“That’s, umm…deeper than I was expecting. Care to elaborate?”
“There’s something about looking out on the ocean, and the vastness of it, the cycle of the waves that’s been going on since the beginning of time….I feel a part of it. My dad’s family is from here, my mom was born in the Philippines where her family lived for generations…island life is in my blood. The ocean is this living, breathing entity that’s in my blood. The water makes me feel connected to my past, but…at the same time, it makes me realize how small I am. How my life doesn’t really count for much in the grand scheme of things. I mean no more to the ocean than one of the shells it tosses up on the shore.”
Blaine shivered suddenly, and glanced at Kurt.
“You got all philosophical on me,” Kurt said softly.
“I suppose I did.” Blaine shivered again, and Kurt got up, sitting on his knees behind him and wrapping his arms around him to share his body warmth. Blaine leaned back into him, his hands coming up to hold Kurt’s where they crossed his chest. “Do you ever get philosophical about New York?” he asked eventually.
Kurt smiled, though he knew that Blaine couldn’t see it. “New Yorkers are too busy getting to their next destination to wax poetic,” he replied. He thought about it a moment, closing his eyes and trying to block out the sounds of the waves to recreate his city in his mind. He gathered Blaine closer, widening his straddled knees to settle lower into the sand and pull him into the cradle of his body. “If I had to make a comparison though, I’d call it a heartbeat.”
“Tell me more,” Blaine responded, relaxing back into him and stretching his legs out in the sand, crossed at the ankles.
“It’s….you know how you referred to the ocean as a living, breathing thing?”
“Hm-mmm.”
“With the city, it’s more like a heartbeat. New York has a pulse, its own rhythm.”
“A very fast pulse, based on what I remember,” Blaine added.
“If a doctor were to take its pulse, they’d probably think the city was having a panic attack,” Kurt said. He could feel, more than hear, Blaine’s laugh. “But the city—the people who live in it, I mean—they take all that frantic, coffee-fueled energy and channel it. That’s why things are always happening in New York, and why it never sleeps.”
“The complete opposite of here, where things don’t change,” Blaine commented.
“Yeah.”
The lighthouse’s beam passed over them again, and Kurt rested his head against Blaine’s, tightening his grip. The temperature had dropped with the setting of the sun, and his back and legs were getting chilly, but his front, where Blaine covered him, was blissfully warm. He bent his head down further, so he could reach Blaine’s cheek and drop a kiss there.
Blaine turned toward him more fully and a hand came up to cup the back of his head, pulling him down for a proper kiss. The angle was awkward, but Kurt didn’t care. He could feel his last hours slipping away, and he couldn’t think of any better way to spend the remaining time he had in this state, than kissing Blaine.
He seemed to agree, breaking the kiss only long enough to turn around so he was facing Kurt, both of them on their knees in the beach sand, before wrapping arms around his shoulders and reclaiming his mouth. Kurt slipped his hands under Blaine’s jacket, finding the hem of his shirt and letting his fingers go past that as well, to touch the bare skin of his back.
Blaine broke contact, gasping. “Holy crap, your hands are cold!”
“Why do you think I put them under your shirt?” Kurt teased, sliding his hands up to his shoulder blades. Blaine shivered, and retaliated by shoving his own hands under Kurt’s jacket to warm them against his back. Kurt instinctively arched away from the cold touch, causing Blaine to laugh and grab him tighter, before they both fell over into the sand on their sides, neither relinquishing their grip. Blaine immediately rolled over on him, pinning Kurt underneath his body.
“Ha! Caught ya!” he crowed.
Kurt could feel the sand grinding into the back of his head, and knew he’d be washing it out of his hair later, but ignored it to focus on the beautiful, sexy, intelligent man on top of him. “If you hadn’t noticed, Blaine…I wasn’t running away.” He lifted his head to kiss the end of his nose. “Though if you want to take this any further, I’d like to express my opinion that beach sex is better in theory than in practice…especially at these temps.” A gust of wind as he spoke made him shiver, and snatched his words away as he spoke them, making him wonder if Blaine could hear him.
It was too dark to see his face, but Kurt knew from Blaine’s sudden stillness that his words had been heard. It was a long moment before Blaine pulled his hands out from under him, and carefully sat up between Kurt’s knees, and he tried to hide his disappointment. He’d hoped, since it was his last night here….
“Well, then.” Blaine interrupted his thoughts, taking Kurt’s hands to pull him up to a seated position. “I happen to have a nice cottage with all modern conveniences, including central heat and a sand-free bed.” He stood up and tugged Kurt with him.
“Are you sure, Blaine?” Kurt asked, brushing sand from the seat of his pants. He well remembered their conversation earlier in the week, when Blaine told him that he’d never slept with someone he wasn’t in a relationship with and didn’t plan to see again.
Blaine ran his fingers through Kurt’s hair, dislodging most of the sand that clung to it, and his tentative smile was visible for a split second in the rotating light.
“Yeah. Let’s go back to my place.”
He turned to lead the way back to the boat, and Kurt’s elation dimmed a little when he realized that they had an hour-long ride back to the harbor, and then another thirty minutes in the car after that, before they were back at Blaine’s cottage with its promised sand-free bed. He eyed the stretch of beach between them and their way back, wondering—for just a moment—if he could overcome his aversion to beach sex, before telling himself that the coming night with Blaine would surely be worth the wait.
*
Blaine closed the door quietly behind himself, and leaned back against it. One low lamp had been left on in the living room, providing just enough illumination to see his uncertain expression.
“Hey,” Kurt said softly. He stepped closer and took Blaine’s fingers loosely in his own. “You still want this, right? You haven’t changed your mind since the beach?”
Blaine shook his head, a minute movement that barely rustled the collar of his jacket in the quiet room. “I definitely want this, it’s just….”
Kurt waited a moment, finally prompting him. “What?” It was barely more than a whisper.
“You’re leaving tomorrow, Kurt. I’ve never been much for one-night stands or casual flings. I’ve never even had a friend-with-benefits. I’ve never slept with someone knowing that it would likely be just that one time, and I may never see him again.”
“You’re welcome to come visit me in New York,” Kurt offered. “If you want to make it more than a one-time thing. Or...” He let his voice trail off and stepped closer still, nudging up under Blaine’s exquisite jawline to breathe a light kiss at the hinge of his jaw.
“Or what?”
“We take tonight for what it is,” Kurt answered, pulling back to look at him steadily. “Just one night, if that’s all we’re going to have, and we take every last bit of enjoyment that we can out of the experience.” He paused, hoping for an immediate answer, but Blaine still looked unsure.
Kurt stepped back. “I can leave if this is making you uncomfortable,” he offered, reaching for the doorknob by Blaine’s side. His hand was caught around the wrist.
“Don’t leave. I’ll take tonight if that’s all I’ll get, before you run back to your fancy life in the big city, where you have plenty of hot guys to choose from.”
“Not that many,” Kurt breathed as Blaine was the one to step closer this time. “Not so many that you wouldn’t stand out, even there. If I’d met you in New York, you still would have caught my eye. And--”
Whatever he’d been about to say was cut off by Blaine’s mouth, as he seemed to make up his mind at last. More forceful than their kisses on the beach had been, his hands firmly gripping Kurt’s hips and moving him back till he leaned against the back of the couch. There they paused, mouths working in concert to bring small gasps and moans from each other. Blaine stepped between Kurt’s legs, which he obligingly opened for him, and then he wrapped one arm around Kurt’s lower back, hiking him up just a little on the couch, bringing their groins in contact.
Kurt broke the kiss and groaned, holding on to Blaine’s shoulders for balance as Blaine rocked his hips against him, creating delicious friction. He tried to respond in kind but—precariously balanced on the edge as he was—could only manage minute movements.
“Blaine.” His own voice sounded strangled in the empty room. He breathed faster at Blaine’s mouth on his neck, even as he tried to pull him away. “Blaine, that’s incredible but let’s move this to your bedroom and do that same thing again, with less clothes.”
Blaine stepped back, and nodded, relaxing his grip on him to allow him to slide his feet to the floor.
“This way,” Blaine murmured, turning to lead him. Down a short hall and into a room where no lights were lit, yet he could see the simple furnishings, just a bed and nightstand, a sturdy wooden dresser and a desk. Looking up, Kurt realized the light came from the full moon shining through a skylight, positioned directly over the bed. The windows were cracked open, with just enough breeze coming through the screens to make the curtains billow.
“Do you mind if we don’t turn on the light?” Blaine asked, drawing him to the bed and standing beside it, not holding Kurt but just rubbing his fingertips up and down his arms, a touch he could feel even through his windbreaker.
“Are you shy?” Kurt asked, teasing.
“No.” Blaine didn’t seem to take offense. “It’s just…I’ve always loved the full moon.” He looked up at it glowing above them. “My bed isn’t in this spot by accident. And--” he stopped, looking down for a second, then back up again to focus on the zipper of Kurt’s jacket. “May I?” He toyed with the tab.
Kurt laid a hand over his, stilling it. “What were you about to say?”
Blaine’s lips parted and he seemed to stop breathing for a moment, but he looked into Kurt’s eyes and said, “I want to see your body in the moonlight.”
Kurt looked up again through the skylight, then back down to Blaine, nodding. Blaine’s fingers unzipped his jacket, then began loosening his buttons one by one.
“Hmm?” Kurt hummed, a question without words, as he began pulling Blaine’s shirt up by slow inches. Each button that Blaine opened on his shirt was another fraction further up for Blaine’s own.
When Kurt’s jacket and shirt were pushed back off his shoulders to drop on the floor and he stood bare from the waist up, Blaine pushed him back a step, turning him to face fully into the soft light. “I knew it,” he breathed out, reaching to trail his fingers down Kurt’s chest. He shivered under the touch.
“What did you know?” he asked.
“That you would glow under the moon, like a creature from another world.” Kurt almost wanted to laugh. It would sound like such a ‘line’ from anyone else, but from Blaine…his expression was so intent as he studied Kurt, his expression so serious. Kurt couldn’t laugh. Not when the cheesy compliment had been delivered with such absolute sincerity.
He slipped his hands under Blaine’s shirt, feeling the abs under his fingers tighten at the contact. “Do I get to see you?” he asked. He slid his hands further up under the shirt, pulling the fabric with it till Blaine shrugged off his jacket then raised his hands, allowing him to pull the shirt off over his head.
Holy shit. Kurt was not a religious man, but he could almost be converted simply by the up-close view of the muscles quivering under Blaine’s skin, which in the dimness was a dusky tone several shades darker than his own. Kurt placed a hand, fingers spread wide, in the center of Blaine’s chest, admiring the contrast.
“Kurt?”
“Hmm?”
“Say something. You’re making me nervous.”
Kurt’s eyes flicked up to his, seeing the tremulous anticipation there.
“Get on the bed,” he whispered, giving a slight push.
Blaine hit the mattress with a fwump and backwards crab-crawled to pull himself up to the pillows, grinning. Kurt toed his shoes off, as Blaine’s loafers hit the floor with two quick thumps.
He paused, one knee up on the bed in the act of crawling up it to join Blaine, struck by the sight of him. Maybe there was something to Blaine’s fascination with moonlight. Kurt realized, despite the numerous partners he’d had since moving to New York at age eighteen, very much a naïve virgin, that he’d never seen a man like this. He was more accustomed to the light—if there was any—being the blinking lights of the city, than the comforting glow that settled around them now.
“Kurt?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re staring.”
Kurt let his smile quirk without taking his eyes off that one spot where Blaine’s hipbones dipped into his slacks, on their way to meeting in the middle. Kurt wanted to see that spot where they met. He realized Blaine was still waiting for an answer.
“You’re worth staring at,” he said coyly. He crawled up the rest of the way, hovering on hands and knees over Blaine’s body, leaning down to kiss and feeling himself grow harder just from their lips touching, till Blaine reached up and pulled him down.
The full body contact was too much and yet not enough, as Kurt wiggled himself to a more comfortable fit between Blaine’s legs, which he parted, letting Kurt settle in. Their cocks lined up through the layers of fabric and this time Kurt was able to take the lead, swiveling his pelvis in small movements. He wasn’t the only one who was hard, and he pressed down more insistently, gripping Blaine’s shoulders to give himself leverage for one harder thrust which caused Blaine to break the kiss and throw his head back with a groan.
“Kurt…Kurt, stop a second.”
He made his hips still. Mostly. He could feel Blaine shifting as well.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked. He really, really, didn’t want to stop but it was the right thing to ask.
“No, God no. Don’t stop. Just…what do you want, Kurt? What do you want to do?” The question was gasped out between panting breaths.
A nudge of his hips. “Remember when I said I wanted to do this,” another nudge, “but with fewer clothes?”
“Yeah, yeah. That’s good.” Blaine reached between them for Kurt’s belt, and he lifted up to give him access. The pants slid down past his hips, and oh what relief it was to free his aching cock from the tight confines of his jeans, and almost to his knees before Blaine couldn’t reach from his position.
“Here,” Kurt said, rolling off him and standing at the side of the bed, quickly shedding the last of his clothes.
Blaine was already unzipping his own pants, raising up to slip them down, before Kurt laid a hand over his to stop him.
“May I?” Kurt tugged Blaine’s feet over to hang off the edge of the bed and slid his slacks down, letting his fingers trail down his legs as they were revealed. There wasn’t enough light to see details, as he scanned his gaze back up Blaine’s now fully nude body. But enough to see Blaine’s cock standing up, thick and hard, and Kurt wanted it in his mouth. But Blaine had seemed uncertain about this one-night stand, which is what he seemed to regard it as. Kurt was starting to wonder if this wasn’t something more. But he didn’t want to spook him, or make promises he wasn’t sure he could keep.
“Lay back?” he requested, and Blaine righted himself on the bed so his head was on the pillow again, letting Kurt crawl over him and lower down…
Oh, my God, the skin. A million points of contact from their mouths joined in another deep kiss, to the hands clasped by Blaine’s head on the pillow, their forearms lined up exactly—since when was Kurt turned on by forearms touching? Their stomachs rubbing as they rocked, a slight tickle from Blaine’s greater amount of body hair against his own smooth skin. And their erections rubbing together, hot and swollen and…well, a little dry, honestly.
“Blaine?” he asked against his mouth, loathe to break their lips.
“Mmm?” Blaine kissed him again, lifting his legs up to wrap around Kurt’s waist and changing the contact in a way that made Kurt buck against him, the harder rub of skin on skin reminding him of his question. He drew back just far enough to pant the question against Blaine’s warm skin.
“It’s a little…” Kiss at the corner of his mouth. “I mean….” On his nose. “I’m afraid we’ll get…” On his chin. “Chafed.” The hollow of his throat, where he tasted sweat. “Do you have...?”
He raised his head finally and opened his eyes to the sight of Blaine, with his head thrown back, as if waiting for Kurt’s next kiss wherever he wanted to put it. A low whine escaped when no kiss came, his body moving restlessly under his.
“Blaine,” Kurt sing-songed softly, teasing a curl from the hold of the gel.
“Hmm?”
“Lube, Blaine.”
With a blink, he came back to the present.
“Oh, yeah, sorry, just let me….” He reached for the bedside drawer. He couldn’t reach, pinned under Kurt as he was, and wiggled out to turn over on his stomach and grope toward the back of the drawer, finally raising up on his knees to reach back further, giving Kurt a nice if shadowed view of his ass. “Oh, for crying out loud…” Blaine muttered, before finally sitting back with a small bottle. “Ha!” he crowed, squeezing lube out into his palm. He reached out, hesitating over Kurt’s body till he laid back, nodding, and closed his eyes at the feel of Blaine applying the cool lube to his cock. His fingers lingered after it was well spread, trailing up and down his length and circling around the head. Kurt couldn’t help raising his hips up toward the feeling, needing more contact, more friction, more…the touch disappeared and Kurt opened his eyes to see Blaine applying lube to himself, quick and efficient, and he reached up to pull Blaine down to him.
There. That was the full-body contact he’d wanted to feel again. Only now when they rocked against each other, there was a wonderful slip and slide, a delicious friction that was just right without being too much. Kurt planted his feet against the mattress to gain more leverage, slid hands down Blaine’s back to cup his ass firmly and pull him in, so they could get even closer, move faster, match their movements for that perfect, perfect rhythm……
“Oh God, Kurt, I’m gonna--” Blaine buried his face against Kurt’s neck and gripped his shoulders, nearly taking Kurt’s breath with three final quick thrusts, before his movements froze, his body quivering against his, and somehow that’s what did Kurt in…the shaking of Blaine’s body against his as he came, made Kurt’s own orgasm catch him by surprise. Their bodies were tense against each other for a long moment before, finally, Blaine’s weight relaxed against him and Kurt let himself sink down into the mattress, wrapping all his limbs around the warm sweaty body, keeping him close.
They stayed like that for a long moment, their breath slowing to normal. Kurt could hear wind chimes from somewhere outside. Perhaps the wind had picked up, because the breeze through the window seemed stronger, making his sweaty skin prickle with goosebumps as it cooled.
Blaine stirred, kissing Kurt’s throat as he raised up to look at him. “That was over faster than I wanted it to be,” he whispered, almost bashful.
“We may have gotten a little impatient. I think you left fingernail marks in my shoulders.”
“Oh, did I hurt you?” Blaine peered at his shoulders, as if he could see anything in the barely-there lighting.
Kurt huffed a laugh. “No.”
“I think you left fingernail marks in my ass,” Blaine teased.
“Do either of us have hickeys?” Kurt asked.
Blaine thought about that. “Don’t think so. We didn’t take the time.”
“I don’t know about you,” Kurt answered, rubbing his thumbs on either side of Blaine’s spine, “But I have no intention of being done yet. We have all night.”
There was a fleeting impression of a content, relaxed smile before Blaine leaned down for a lingering kiss.
“I’ll get something to clean us up,” he offered, and slowly lifted, peeling their bodies apart. He slid off the bed and padded away across the room.
Kurt shivered at the loss of his body heat, and got up to retrieve his phone from his jeans pocket before crawling under the covers. He had a reminder about his flight the next morning at 10:00 am. It was almost 9:00 pm now. He sent a quick text to his dad that he’d be back for breakfast in the morning, then set an alarm for himself. Blaine was coming back from the bathroom, so Kurt turned on the Do Not Disturb function and put his phone on the nightstand. They had nine hours before his alarm went off, and Kurt intended to make the most of them.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN