Hi girls. I want to thank you for your great work. It's impressive. I also want to tell you that KB Ellen posted a sequel to A Summer Story. It's called Christmas in Casseville. Happy holidays!
Thanks for letting us know. The sequel hasn't been marked off as completed, but all three chapters have been posted. I sent a PM to the author to let them know.
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A Summer Story by Kb.Ellen
When an injury forces Kurt to take the summer off from his dream job as a principal dancer with the NYC Ballet, he's anxious to recover and get back to life as he knows it. But can a tiny town in southern Arkansas, a joyful aunt, a town full of good-hearted people and an intriguing local handyman make Kurt reassess what his dreams actually are? Welcome to Cassville. Rated M.
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Christmas in Cassville (recently completed)
Welcome back to Cassville! Here's my take on a Christmas past, present and future: What could have been, what was, and what will be. Three Chapters. In A Summer Story Universe.
"Where are we going?" Kurt questions after only just then realizing they're not headed towards Eric's house where the party is. "I thought you said we were going to a party?"
From the driver's seat his friend Jackie lets a sneaky smile spread across her face. "We are."
"Okay. Why are we driving in the opposite direction of Eric's place?"
"I never said we were going to Eric's party."
"Jackie!"
Jackie giggles. Her long auburn hair blowing around her face from the wind.
"Jackie, where the hell are we going?" Kurt takes a look around to see if he recognizes anything. But nothing rings a bell.
"I heard about a... party."
"Where?"
"The south side of town," she replies.
"Hell no, Jackie." It suddenly makes sense why he doesn't recognize anything around him. He's in a part of town he's never been in. A part of town he's been told to stay away from.
"What?"
"We can't be here. It's dangerous."
"Says who?"
"Um... Everyone. Let's just go to Eric's party."
"No." Jackie starts to drive faster. "We're going to this party."
Kurt glares at his friend. "Why?"
Jackie says nothing while she parks her Jeep close by to the party they can hear. She pulls the keys from the engine and faces Kurt. "Aren't you tired of doing the same thing? Going to the same boring parties?" She tucks a strand of her loose hair behind her ear. "I want excitement, Kurt."
"Then go skydiving or something. Don't go to the bad side of town. And don't drag me along." Kurt unbuckles his seatbelt and climbs out of the Jeep. He starts to walk back the way they came. Pulls out his phone in hopes of finding a different friend who will be willing to come pick him up.
"Kurt! Wait!" Jackie runs to stand in front of him and stop him from leaving. "Please, don't go. I need you with me on this. I can't go in there alone."
"I don't care." He moves around her and continues walking. Is pissed his best friend would drag him into her crazy idea. Plus, if his stepdad finds out where he was he’ll be punished. "I'm going home."
Jackie grabs his wrist and stops him. "Please. Stay with me. Kurt."
Kurt takes a few deep breaths before turning to face his friend. "Jackie, this is a terrible idea. All those people are trouble."
"And Eric and his friends aren't?"
Kurt opens his mouth to say no but snaps it shut when he remembers just the week before Eric and his friends decided a car race on the highway at night would be fun. And that's only one of dozens of dangerous, crazy things they've done over the years.
"Please, Kurt," Jackie pleads. "We'll stay an hour and then go to Eric's boring party."
"His party wasn't boring a few weeks ago."
"Yes, it was." Jackie loops her arm through Kurt's. "Aren't you tired of the same boring shit we do?"
"I mean..." There is some part of him that is bored by everything like Jackie said. It's been the same thing with the same people his entire life. Maybe a step outside the norm could be a fun, exciting adventure.
"See. This will be fun."
"But you don't know those people?"
"I'm good at making new friends. This will be no different. So, will you come with me?"
Kurt thinks it over for a moment. Considers he can survive an hour crashing a party full of people he doesn't know.
"Fine." He blows out a breath. "You owe me big time, Jackie. I'm talking about Chanel or Prada big."
"Deal!" Jackie bounces up and down on her feet in excitement. "Thank you so much." She plants a kiss on his cheek.
"Let's get this over with."
Music blares from the two-story house that has seen better days. There's people standing out on the yard and porch. They go silent when they see them. There's whispers as they walk by. Every set of eyes in the house immediately go to them when they step inside. Kurt suddenly feels like he's under a bright spotlight he doesn’t want on him.
"Come on," Jackie grabs his hand, "let's get something to drink."
He follows her through the house to the kitchen. Everyone watches and scrutinizes them as they pass them by. Their judging eyes make him feel two feet tall. They make him feel like the odd one out, which he is. Because he shouldn't be here. This type of place, these kinds of people, are not his scene. And he’ll be in so much fucking trouble if Caleb finds out.
"People are looking at us."
"Ignore them," Jackie casually says, like it's no big deal that a house full of people are staring at her.
Kurt wants to do that. Even tries to. But it proves impossible when he's watched like a hawk. He clutches Jackie's hand tighter and keeps his eyes forward. Says nothing. Not even when someone purposely bumps into him and loudly says, "Watch where you're going you rich bitch."
A few snickers and laughs follow the insult. It doesn't affect him. After growing up and being teased and bullied for his sexuality, a little remark about his wealthy lifestyle won't hurt him. It’s water off his back.
In the kitchen, sticking close to Jackie as she fills two red SOLO cups with beer from the keg, Kurt prays that the next hour passes quickly.
"Drink." Jackie holds a cup out to him. "It'll loosen you up."
Kurt takes the full cup and drains nearly half of it. The alcohol slightly relaxes him in a way he needs.
That relaxing feeling, though, dissipates with Jackie's next words.
"I'll be back."
He grabs for her hand before she leaves. "What? No. Don't leave me alone here."
"I'll only be gone a few minutes. You'll be fine." Jackie flashes one of her mock innocent smiles she's perfected over the years before disappearing in the crowd of people.
Kurt's heart immediately starts to race and breathing grows heavy as he stands there alone being looked at by the people around him. No longer wanting to endure the stares, he turns around to face the cabinets. At least they won't stare at and judge him.
He brings his cup to his lips and drains the last of his beer. Mentally prays Jackie comes back soon.
It's still crazy to him that they're here. That Jackie actually convinced him to come to this party. All his life he's stayed on his side of town. Never strayed to the bad side of town as his mom would repeatedly call it. Can remember her telling him it was full of criminals and people not worth their time. People below them. He never questioned her repeated demands that he stay away from that side of town. Was never curious. Even now he's not curious. He's terrified and wants to leave. Wants to go to the safety of places and people he knows.
Cup empty, he turns to refill it and runs into a wall of muscle. Kurt opens his mouth to apologize to the person he ran into. But his mouth goes dry and tongue grows heavy as he looks at the gorgeous face of the man standing in front of him.
The guy, who is older, is devilishly handsome. Everything about him is dark. From his hair to his eyes to the clothes he wears. Even his polite looking smile hides darkness and an edge of ruthlessness behind it. Kurt can just make out the tattoos peeking out from the collar of the guy's shirt. A light stubble covers his jaw.
The guy eyes him. Arches an eyebrow in curiosity. "Who are you?"
The guy's voice is deep and warm, and sends a shudder racing along his spine. Kurt wants to hear it again. Wants to hear the guy speak his name. To growl it into his ear as he fucks him.
That thought takes him by surprise. Because he doesn’t know this guy. Can’t be having wild thoughts like that over someone he literally met ten seconds ago.
But there’s something about the thought that doesn’t feel out of place.
"I, uh... I-I'm..."
The corner of the guy's mouth curls up. "What? Can't remember your name?"
"I can remember my name." Kurt glares at the guy.
The guy’s grin grows, as if amused by Kurt’s anger toward him. "Then what is it?"
What the hell is his name again? It starts with a K. He thinks.
Shit!
Seconds tick by.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
The guy's dark hazel eyes fill with amusement.
"Did you bump that pretty head of yours and forget your name?"
"No."
The guy takes a step toward him. Kurt takes a step back. His back comes in contact with the edge of the counter.
What. The. Hell. Is. His. Name!
He feels like the biggest idiot as he stands there unable to answer a simple question. But his brain is a jumbled mess filled with static noise as he stares at the sexy guy in front of him.
The guy reaches a hand up and curls it around the back of his neck. Kurt gasps at the strong shock that runs through him at the touch. Trembles when the guy presses his thumb right at the racing pulse point in his neck.
"You'll be fun."
Kurt doesn't have time to consider what the guy means by that because Jackie calls his name right then.
The guy drops his hand, which disappoints him.
"Kurt."
He looks when Jackie runs up to him. She wears a look of concern and tightly clutches his arm, almost as if she's afraid he'll be snatched away.
"So your name is Kurt."
Kurt turns his attention back to the guy in front of him. "Y-Yeah... Kurt. That's my name."
The guy grins and Kurt feels a tingle race throughout his entire body.
"Good to know. See you later, Kurt," the guy says before turning on his heel and walking away.
Kurt watches him walk away. His gaze drops to his fantastic ass in the dark jeans he wears. He finds himself wondering what that ass looks like. What it would feel like in his hands.
Jackie tugging on his arm pulls his attention away from the guy. He sees his friend curiously eyeing him. "What?" he asks when he realizes she asked something.
"I was asking what Blaine wanted."
Kurt furrows his brows in confusion. "Who's Blaine?"
Jackie gives him a Are you serious? look. "The guy you were just talking to."
"Oh." Kurt looks at where Blaine walked away. Disappointment swirls in him at not seeing the sexy stranger. "He wanted to know my name." He looks at Jackie. "How'd you know who he was?"
"Kurt," Jackie lets out a breath, "that's Blaine Anderson."
The way she says his name implies he's supposed to know who that is. But the name rings no kind of bell for him.
"Who's Blaine Anderson?"
"Come on." Jackie grabs his hand. "We need to leave."
Kurt follows Jackie out of the kitchen. Surprised at the sudden urge he has to stay. "Why are we leaving? We've only been here a few minutes. We can stay." He wants to stay. Wants to see Blaine again.
"No." Jackie practically drags him out of the house.
As they leave, Kurt notices the people who eyed them earlier pay them no attention. A few even get out of Jackie and his way as they head for the front door.
Outside and walking to Jackie's Jeep, Kurt stops in the middle of the road after ripping his hand free of her tight hold. "What the hell, Jackie! Why'd you do that?"
Jackie turns to face him. "I was protecting you, Kurt."
"Protecting me. From what?"
"More like who."
"Who?" Kurt grows more and more confused by the second. "What are you talking about?"
"Let's get in the Jeep first."
In the Jeep, Jackie practically speeds away from the house like she committed a crime.
"What is going on, Jackie? Slow down before you crash!"
That seems to produce the opposite effect since Jackie picks up the speed. And what should have taken them thirty minutes, Kurt finds themselves outside of Eric's place less than ten minutes later.
Jackie shuts off the engine. She drops her head back against the headrest of the seat and lets out a heavy breath. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" She covers her face with her hands.
Kurt starts to grow worried something terrible happened. "Jackie, what's wrong?"
Jackie slams the palm of her hand against the steering wheel a few times after lifting her head. She curses a few times.
"You're starting to worry me," he says after she's calmed down.
"I'm sorry. It's just..." She breathes and turns in her seat to face him. "I shouldn't have taken you there. It was a stupid idea. I didn't think..."
"Think what?"
"I didn't know he was going to be there."
"Who?"
"Blaine," Jackie breathes out. "I was told he would be gone until next week."
"What does it matter if he was there? Who is he, Jackie?" Kurt wants to know everything about the sexy stranger who seemed dark and dangerous.
Jackie takes a breath. "He's dangerous, Kurt. And I'm not talking about those lame bad boys that go to our school. I'm talking about the kind of bad boy that got out of prison last year. He runs with the Dark Demons. You've heard of them, right?"
Kurt nods his head. Everyone has heard of them. They're a notorious motorcycle club. Known for violence and wealth and power. They run drugs and weapons. There's even rumors of some of the dark things they've done. Things that no amount of asking for forgiveness will grant them peace.
"Yeah, well, he's a member. One of the more fucked up ones, I've heard."
That nugget of information has Kurt thinking back to the small bomb Jackie dropped in his lap moments before. "You said he was in prison."
Jackie nods her head.
"For what?"
"What I heard, and it could be total bullshit, but apparently he beat some guy to death when he was seventeen. Who knows, though? It could be for something else."
Where that piece of information should scare him, Kurt finds himself mostly unaffected. He isn't suddenly terrified of the guy who went to prison. In fact, he finds himself curious for what the truth really is about Blaine's reason for being in prison.
"Stay away from him, Kurt," Jackie says when she catches him contemplating things. "He is nothing but bad news. Did he tell you anything?"
Kurt thinks of what Blaine told him before Jackie interrupted them. Thinks of Blaine's words You'll be fun and knows he can't tell Jackie about them. That she'll go crazy and do something even crazier.
"No." He shakes his head. "He just wanted to know my name."
"Good. Maybe he'll stay away."
"Maybe." Although he says that, Kurt finds himself hoping that isn't the case.
It should scare him that he wants to see an ex-prisoner who is apparently as twisted and fucked-up as they come. But for some reason, it doesn't.
There was something about Blaine that drew him in.
A few weeks pass and nothing happens. His life goes on like normal. He hangs out and parties with his friends. Fools around with his friend Colin that he messes around with from time to time. He goes to school and acts like everything is okay at home.
The entire time Blaine is there in the back of his thoughts. He wonders what he's doing or how he's doing. If he's alone or with someone. If he's thinking about him.
Kurt hopes Blaine thinks of him. That he pops up in Blaine's thoughts in the middle of the day.
He doesn't want to be forgotten.
"Are we still on for tomorrow?" Jackie asks one Friday after school almost two months after meeting Blaine.
"Yeah. What time are you picking me up?"
"Early. Seven in the morning."
"Okay. That sounds-" Kurt comes to stop when he steps outside and sees who's there.
Leaning back against his bike, ankles crossed and hands gripping the seat of the bike, Blaine looks as devilishly handsome as ever. In a dark shirt, jeans, boots, and Aviator shades covering his eyes, he pulls off the bad boy, biker thing extremely well.
"Shit!"
Kurt barely hears Jackie's soft exclamation when she spots Blaine. His world has been reduced to this mysterious, sexy man.
Their friends around them all murmur and ask who that is. He pays them no mind. Only cares about the man who has been his go to fantasy when getting off these past few weeks.
He knows the moment Blaine sees him. Sees the grin spread across his face. His heart gives a hard thud in his chest at the sight.
Kurt takes a step forward.
Jackie grabbing his elbow stops him and pulls his attention away from Blaine.
"What?"
"Kurt, don't. He's bad news."
"I know. I just..." He locks eyes with Blaine. "I just want to talk to him."
Like a magnet, he feels drawn to Blaine. Like he's the innocent fish being reeled in by the tempting bait as he makes his way to the man who's been at the back of his mind since he last saw him.
As he makes his way over to Blaine, he notices students, guys and girls, curiously eyeing Blaine. Some wear looks of interest. Which isn't surprising since Blaine is extremely attractive and probably pulls attention wherever he goes.
Blaine pulls off his Aviator glasses. Kurt finds his breath catch at those dark hazel eyes watching him with so much interest and desire it sends a sharp thrill through him.
He stops right in front of Blaine. "Hi."
A devilish grin spreads across Blaine's face. "Hi."
"What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you again."
Kurt's pulse races. "H-How'd you find me?"
"Easily."
Blaine pushes off his bike and stands at his full height. He takes a step closer to Kurt. Kurt feels the heat radiating off him. Feels that heat wash over him. It intensifies when Blaine grabs the back of his neck like he did that night weeks ago.
Heart racing and cock pounding, Kurt is so desperate for whatever Blaine might do next that he would let him strip him naked and fuck him right there in the parking lot for everyone to watch and see.
Blaine stares into his eyes with his dark hazel orbs. "Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?"
It takes a second for what Blaine asked to register. "W-What?"
"A bike." Blaine gestures with his free hand to his behind him. "Have you ever ridden one?"
"Oh... No."
"That's okay." Blaine lets him go and climbs onto his bike. Kurt goes weak in the knees at how sexy he looks straddling the powerful machine. He doesn't stop Blaine when he grabs his wrist and pulls him onto his bike. "Hold tight and don't let go."
Arms wound around Blaine's midsection, he holds tight like instructed. He jumps a little when Blaine starts the engine and revs it a few times.
As Blaine begins to drive away, he looks over at his group of friends who all watch him with shocked and surprised expressions. Except Jackie. Jackie wears an expression of worry and regret.
He doesn't let the look get to him. Forgets about everything he should have done, and will happen to him when he gets home, and instead focuses on how it feels to be pressed close to Blaine's backside. The power of the engine between his legs. The sensation of the cool wind whipping against his face and through his hair. Head dropped back and eyes closed, he smiles at feeling free for the first time in a very long time.
A hand on his right thigh squeezing the flesh has him pressing closer to Blaine. Even more so when Blaine drags his hand up and inside his jean-covered thigh and covers the bulge between his legs.
It's extremely fucking sexy the way Blaine teases him with one hand while guiding the bike with the other. He should probably yell at Blaine to put both hands on the handles. But he feels too good; somehow trusts Blaine. Remembers Blaine has probably been doing this for a long time.
Blaine drives until he's out of town and goes into the country. Kurt is not worried at all when he turns onto a gravel road and drives until an old farm house comes into view. The house has two levels. A large porch is on the bottom level. A hanging porch swing gently sways from the wind. The paint is chipped and grass is seriously overgrown. But Kurt sees past that and can see the appeal the place has. Sees how a family could live there.
He climbs off the bike after Blaine comes to a stop and cuts the engine. "What is this place?"
"This is my parents' old farm. It's mine now."
"Really?"
"Why the surprise?"
"You don't really scream farmer to me."
Blaine chuckles. Kurt likes the sound. "What do I scream?"
Kurt eyes Blaine up and down. "Trouble."
Blaine grins and lifts a brow. "Do you like trouble?"
"I do."
Hand taken by Blaine, Kurt follows him past the house and to the old barn that has seen better days. He takes in the old structure when they go inside. Sees old, rusted farming tools and equipment. There's a wooden ladder that leads to an upper loft area.
He doesn't question anything when he follows Blaine up the ladder to the loft area. Where he expects it to be dirty like the rest of the barn, he's surprised to find it's clean. Everything looks to have been taken away. The only things up there now are an old couch, some rugs, an end table, and a lamp.
"What is this?"
Blaine walks over and drops down onto the couch. "My safe space, I guess you can call it. I come here when I need to get away from everything and think."
Kurt goes up to the open doors and looks out at the view. "This is nice." When Blaine says nothing, he looks back and finds him eyeing him. "What?"
"Come here," Blaine softly growls while tipping his head.
The command has Kurt instantly moving his feet over to the mysterious man he can't stop himself from wanting.
Stood in front of Blaine, heart pounding, a small squeak escapes him when Blaine suddenly hooks a finger through one of his belt loops and pulls him down into his lap. He bites back a moan when he feels the hard length of Blaine pressing against his ass. Every nerve ending suddenly firing and demanding attention. His body shakes with need.
It should terrify him what he's allowing to happen. He tries to remember he barely knows this guy. But those thoughts are outnumbered by how good he feels. How right this feels. That it doesn't matter that he only met Blaine once before for less than five minutes. Because those few minutes were enough to greatly affect his world.
Those short minutes were enough to awaken something inside him that had been dormant for too long.
"Why does this feel so right?" he muses out loud while running his fingers through Blaine's dark hair.
"I don't know." Blaine strokes a thumb over one of his flushed cheeks. "But it does."
The racing of his heart, the wild fluttering of the butterflies in his stomach all calm when Blaine pulls him down and their mouths brush together. A sharp shock courses through him at the teasing touch. He immediately wants more.
With one of Blaine's hands holding his hip, he moans when Blaine crushes their mouths together. His eyes flutter close and hands clutch at Blaine's shoulders. The kiss creates sharp tingles that race through his body.
Lips part under Blaine's demanding tongue. He groans when Blaine teases their tongues together. When they push and glide against each other.
The hand on his hip moves to grab at his ass. And where he shouldn't want the touch, should shove Blaine's hand away since he barely knows him, Kurt finds himself wanting more. He wants Blaine's hands on him. Wants Blaine to touch every inch of him.
He wants to feel a soft touch where there's only been roughness.
Blaine slips a hand under his shirt and splays it over the heated skin of his lower back. The area grows warmer under Blaine's touch.
The kiss intensifies. Blaine deepens it. A shudder wracking his body when Blaine nips his lower lip and sucks on it before pulling away.
Kurt breathes heavy as he comes down from the high of the best kiss he’s ever had.
"Is it true?" The question spills from his mouth unprompted a few moments later. He never meant to ask it aloud. Would have sufficed continuing to go on in the dark. But the question is out there now, and there's no taking it back.
"Is what true?"
"Were you really in prison?"
Blaine takes a breath. "Yes. Do you know why?"
"I've been told rumors."
"What rumors?"
"Jackie said-"
"Jackie?"
"My friend. You saw her that night at the party."
Blaine seems to mentally go back to that night to recall his friend. "What did this Jackie say?"
"She said you killed someone." Kurt looks away for a few heartbeats before turning his attention back to Blaine. "Is it true?"
"Will you think differently of me if it is?"
"I... I don't know."
A few minutes of loud silence follows. Finally, Blaine softly says, "I didn't kill anyone."
Kurt lets out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. "What did you do?"
"It doesn't matter. I served my time. And I don't regret what I did."
Kurt presses closer to Blaine. No kind of fear surfaces at Blaine's confession. His feelings don’t change. He still wants this man. Is deeply affected by him in a way that has caught him by surprise.
"Let's go swimming."
Down by the small lake, Kurt watches Blaine as he begins to undress.
"You joining me?" Blaine pulls off his shirt.
Kurt stares at Blaine as he stands there shirtless. Stares at hard muscles covered in black ink. Fingers and tongue itching to trace and learn every line of Blaine's muscles and tattoos. He’s intrigued to know every story behind them. To know which ones are the most important to Blaine.
He's been with guys who were fit and had tattoos. But not like this. Not a man who looks every bit the dangerous he is. A guy who could easily wrap his hands around his throat or haul him over his shoulder. A guy who is the true definition of a bad boy, and not the watered down version Jackie called the ones at their school.
"Kurt?"
Kurt shakes his head and lifts his eyes up to Blaine's that hold laughter. "What?"
"Are you going to join me?" Blaine gestures to the water.
After quickly stripping down to just his underwear, Kurt takes Blaine's offered hand and jumps with him into the warm water. He breaks the surface, sputtering water and laughing. Feeling the happiest he's been in a long time.
Blaine pulls him close and kisses him.
His heart flutters and stomach swoops.
They lose time kissing and swimming. Kurt barely notices the passing of time. Minutes feel like seconds. Time somehow ceases to be at one point. It's just the two of them and what feels like forever.
Where he fears his feelings are one-sided, that fear is put to rest when Blaine pulls him close and says he feels it too.
Kurt isn't sure what is happening. But he knows it's something special and magical and a once in a lifetime experience.
Out of the water some time later and lying on the warm, soft grass, they hungrily kiss like it's been days and not minutes since they last did so.
Thighs parted and Blaine lying between his legs, Kurt moans at their nearly naked, wet bodies pressing close together. Heat swirls in his belly as his cock grows hard. Against his hip, he feels Blaine hard as well.
Blaine reaches down and palms at his bulge. "Can I taste you?"
Although something reminds Kurt he barely knows Blaine, that he's still a complete stranger to him, he finds himself nodding his head. Because something else, something that overshadows his other thoughts, is yelling at him how right and perfect this feels.
Blaine pushes up onto his knees and hooks his fingers in the band of his underwear. Kurt lifts his hips to let him pull them off. His hard cock springs free and smacks against his belly. Blaine pulls his underwear and tosses them in the direction where their clothes are.
Lying on the grass naked, the sun warm on his wet skin, Kurt feels beautiful and wanted as Blaine looks at him with a hunger no other guy has ever looked at him with before. He wants to be owned by Blaine. To fall into this wonderful moment forever and forget about the horrible secret he's keeping. A secret that made the decision to come with Blaine easy.
Lips press kisses down his neck and along his shoulder. They brush over the scar on his left shoulder. The one he got when he was eleven. He sees the curious question in Blaine's eyes when he lifts his head.
"Please, don't," he softly begs. He can't let Blaine ask about the scar. Because he'll break and tell him. And he doesn't want him to know. Can't let him know. "Please..." He grabs the back of Blaine's head and pulls him down to kiss him. Against his lips, he softly pleads, "Please, don't question it."
He breathes a sigh of relief when Blaine nods his head and begins trailing kisses down his chest and stomach. Tenses when Blaine brushes his fingers over the scar on his left hip while his lips brush a kiss to the scar just above his belly button. He relaxes when Blaine continues his path down his body and doesn't question it like he begged for.
The first drag of Blaine's tongue along the underside of his cock has him loudly moaning.
Blaine doesn't tease him. He kisses the tip of his cock before taking it into his mouth. Gives a long, hard suck before setting up a steady rhythm.
The sensation is wonderful. Kurt finds himself quickly on the edge. Cries out not long after from a powerful release. He shakes and trembles as Blaine pulls off and kisses him. Is still doing so when he shoves his underwear off and starts to jerk his cock.
He looks down and watches Blaine fist his cock. Watches the leaking, purple head push through the tight fist of his hand.
Blaine drops his head on his shoulder and grunts and groans as he chases his release. "Fuck. I... Can I..."
"Yes," Kurt moans into Blaine's ear, knowing what he wants. "Come on me."
Those three words trigger Blaine's orgasm. His cock jerks as he spills over his fist and onto his chest and stomach. Kurt softly whimpers as Blaine's release covers his skin.
He's never felt more owned and desired.
A laugh escapes him after Blaine collapses on top of him in a breathless, boneless heap with a soft fuck.
As they peacefully lie there in a comfortable silence, the sound of their breathing mixing with the sounds of the world around them, the sun starting to set, Kurt wishes time would stop so he could spend the rest of his life in this perfect moment.
"We should clean up," Blaine says after a while when the cum on their skin begins to dry.
Kurt agrees. Follows Blaine back into the water. Smiles when Blaine pulls him close not long after and claims his mouth in a rough kiss.
They get off together one more time before climbing out of the water. They lie on the grass lazily making out while drying off. Start to get dressed once they are.
The sky is turning dark when Kurt climbs onto Blaine's bike behind him to head home. And the sun is completely gone when Blaine finally pulls up in front of his house.
"Nice house."
"Thanks," Kurt mumbles, hiding his hatred for the place where he lives.
He climbs off the bike.
"I had a great time," Blaine says.
"Me too." It was the best time he's had in an extremely long time.
"Can I see you again?"
Kurt lets out a soft giggle when Blaine pulls him close and grabs at his ass. "Yes."
"When?"
"I'll call you."
"I'll impatiently wait."
Kurt laughs and kisses Blaine bye. And as he stands there and watches him drive away, he's left to wonder if the Blaine he was told about was just Jackie talking shit. Because the guy he got to know today didn't fit the person described to him.
He turns on his heel and walks to the front door of the house he hates. The house that feels more like a prison than a home.
The moment he steps into the house a hand roughly smacks him across the face. Kurt stumbles the slightest but shows no reaction to the hit. Has learned to contain his anger and hurt when struck. To project any kind of emotion, he learned at a young age, will only draw out the punishment.
Head lifted, the left side of his face stinging, and lip burning where it was split open by the ring, he stares at his stepdad. At Caleb Rothstein. The man he regrets his mom meeting and marrying.
The first time Caleb laid a hand on him was when he was seven. He was playing around in the living room and accidentally knocked over a vase. Caleb was beyond pissed and punched him in the stomach so hard he threw up the lunch he ate. He cried until he fell asleep.
Life since then hasn’t been the same.
"Where were you?" Caleb snarls at him. His eyes are hard with anger and rage, both of which he doesn't contain.
"With a friend."
Caleb slaps him again. This time he falls to the floor. "That's bullshit! Jackie called and said you left with that criminal!"
Kurt breathes through the pain radiating on the side of his face. He glares up at his stepdad. Mentally tells himself he only has a few months left before he leaves this place, and this man, for good.
"Tell me the fucking truth!"
Instead of lying and being punished even more for doing so, he decides to just be honest and deal with whatever Caleb does.
"I was with Blaine."
"You son of a-"
Kurt pulls in a gasping breath when Caleb roughly kicks him in his stomach. Tears well in his eyes after Caleb does it several more times. He curls into a ball to protect himself.
"You stay the fuck away from him! I find out you're with him again and I'll make you regret it."
The threat doesn't scare him. Not like it would have when he was younger.
Only after hearing Caleb's retreating footsteps does he slowly push himself up and escape upstairs to the safety of his room. Once there, he locks the door and pushes the dresser in front of it. Knows from experience that Caleb sometimes isn't finished with him and will come into his room and take out whatever anger he has on him.
Later, as he stands in front of his bathroom mirror after a shower, towel around his hips, he eyes the bruising already starting on his stomach. He brushes his fingers over the discolored skin. Hates that he knows the bruise will take at least a week to disappear. Which means there's no point in him going with his friends to the lake tomorrow. The bruising will be worse by then.
As he lifts his eyes to his split lip, barely touches a finger to the broken skin, he touches his other fingers to his lips. A smile turns up his mouth as he thinks about Blaine's mouth on him. How right and amazing it felt. How he wants to feel that again.
He dresses and climbs into bed. Ignores his stomach when it growls. Would rather go to bed hungry than risk going to get something to eat and running into Caleb.
He grabs his phone to text Jackie.
Kurt: Can't go tomorrow. In trouble.
It's total bullshit since Caleb told him nothing about not being able to go with his friends. But there's no way he can go with them and explain his injuries.
Jackie: Why?
Kurt: You know why
Kurt: I'll talk to you later
Kurt shuts off his phone to avoid Jackie's reasoning for telling his stepdad about Blaine. He knows she only meant well. But he wishes she wouldn't have said anything at all. Because now he's holding a pillow to his tender stomach while fearful of what else Caleb might do to him.
As he lies there, though, he thinks of Blaine and how even with Caleb's threats, he won't stop seeing him.
Mean song rating for favourite character's songs: 7.31
Mean song rating for favourite character's solos: 7.14
Mean song rating season 1: 7.2
Mean song rating season 2: 6.94
Mean song rating season 3: 7.23
Mean song rating season 4: 6.86
Mean song rating season 5: 7.09
Mean song rating season 6: 6.7
Songs rated: 702
[ID: A bar chart titled Number of songs assigned each rating by shiraz66, illustrating the number of times each score was assigned to a song by shiraz66. 10 was assigned 100 times, 9 was assigned 134 times, 8 was assigned 109 times, 7 was assigned 35 times, 6 was assigned 43 times, 5 was assigned 238 times, 4 was assigned 34 times, 3 was assigned 7 times, 2 was assigned 1 times, 1 was assigned 1 times, and 0 songs were not rated.]
About the Project | Results Masterpost
Ranking:
1. (10) - S1x01 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot)
2. (10) - S1x01 - I Kissed a Girl
3. (10) - S1x06 - It's My Life/Confessions Part II
Hey guys, I don’t know why this is happening, but after Rainjoy has posted a new Klaine fic also Holdindaylight has posted a new one! It's for 14days quaranklaine.
Yep! HoldingDaylight and a bunch other others have started the 14 Days of QuaranKlaine - follow them on Twitter for daily updates! Very excited for more fics!!
@shiraz66 sent this submission.https://klaineccfanficlibrary.tumblr.com/post/613660278420291584/hi-i-was-wondering-if-you-guys-know-of-any-good
you should add ROSES in DECEMBER
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I really try to recommend completed fics only, unless the ask is looking for a specific fic. Although this story is wonderful, it hasn’t been updated in three years. - HKVoyage
Roses in December by ckofshadows (WIP - last updated February 2017)
In a cozy coffee shop in a small town, a boy with beautiful blue eyes sits at the same table every day, as if he's waiting for something, or someone. Blaine feels strangely compelled to sit down and talk with him… and discovers the unimaginable.
