Chapter 14b – Wandering Free
They took another shower, all business this time, and put their pants back on, not bothering with their shirts. They then headed down to the kitchen, Kurt quickly putting together several Portobello cheese sandwiches which they both scarfed down with ferocity.
It wasn't even 11 am; they still had the whole day to themselves. Kurt checked his phone; no messages from Finn or his dad, so the school hadn't taken notice of his absence yet. Kurt didn't want to push his luck, but he also wanted the chance to do this at his own pace, so he suggested they watch some television for a bit, just to give them each some recovery time before the next round. He wasn't nervous or putting anything off; he just really wanted to lie in his boyfriend's lap on his couch while Blaine absently ran his fingers through his hair.
When Kurt turned his head to look up at Blaine, who had been smiling down at him, clearly not paying attention to the peril in Mystic Falls, Kurt had hooked his hand around the back of Blaine's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Blaine's free hand started to brush over Kurt's exposed chest, lightly, delicately, never caressing below his navel. After a few moments like this, Kurt scooted upwards and straddled Blaine on the sofa, hands hooking behind his neck. He leaned in for a deeper kiss, settling himself overtop of Blaine's lap, and within no time at all their pelvises started move, renewed erections grinding through their pants. Waves of heat and desire buzzed through Kurt, and as he broke away from the kiss, gasping, but still rutting his cock against Blaine's.
"I think, I think I'm ready now." He said finally, and Blaine tugged his head down for another bruising kiss. Blaine's hand dropped to hook under his ass, and his free hand pushed them both off the couch, with Kurt's legs wrapping around Blaine as he stood. When Kurt realized what had happened, he pulled away and giggled, "My oh my, Mr. Anderson. Impressive."
"Yes, well," Blaine started, clearly proud of himself, but after a few seconds his body trembled, "uh, no offense but I'm not this strong and I'm going to drop you and-" but Kurt had already dismounted, standing flush against Blaine's body, arms still wrapped around him. Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder and murmured contentedly as Blaine stroked his lower back.
"You sure you want to do this, Kurt? Don't get me wrong, I'd absolutely love to. But I'm already so happy at how today's gone already. I'd be perfectly content to leave it for another time, or not at all if you weren't comfortable." Blaine sounded genuine and Kurt's heart twisted with love.
"No, we should do this today," Kurt replied eventually, "One, it was part of the plan-"
"-the plan isn't set in stone, you know that-"
"-and two," Kurt ignored Blaine's interruption, "I really want to. We thought we both might be 'versatile,' as you called it, and your reaction earlier makes me really want to put that theory to the test." Kurt interlaced his fingers at the base of Blaine's back and pulled his head up to stare into his eyes. "Besides, if we put it off, it's just going to fester in my brain. I want to do this now, because I want to do this, now."
Blaine pressed his lips softly against Kurt's. Millimeters apart, he whispered, "Okay, you're the boss."
"And don't you forget it," Kurt smirked seductively, bringing their lips together and almost biting Blaine's off, causing him to groan.
Moments later, Kurt was sitting against the headboard of his bed, resting against a pillow, with his legs spread wide and back curved so that his ass was exposed. He had his hand lazily stroking his cock, the lubrication in his hand adding a welcome sensation to the lubrication now being spread around his hole. Blaine was lying face-down on the bed in front of him, teasing the tender skin of his entrance while gently sucking on his sack.
Kurt did his best to keep his eyes open, to watch, mesmerized, as Blaine got off on Kurt falling apart. But Kurt was falling apart, and he couldn't help closing his eyes, throwing his head back and gripping the sheets with his free hand at the overwhelming intensity of everything. Kurt had felt so awkward at the beginning; open, exposed, vulnerable. But that quickly evaporated as Blaine eagerly took care of him. Blaine always took care of him.
"Kurt, is it okay if I-" Blaine had asked after dropping his scrotum. Kurt nodded through closed eyes; Blaine had done this to him twice before and it had felt fantastic the second time, so he was confident he'd enjoy it again. Especially now, when they weren't worried about a curfew or being caught by passers-by who noticed rocking vehicles in playground parking lots.
He could feel the slick finger circle his hole, and finally, slowly, delicately, felt the pressure as Blaine pushed in. He felt himself clamp down involuntarily, his muscles tight and the intrusion unwelcome, but Blaine kissed the underside of his thigh, murmuring softly, "Shh, it's okay Kurt, I'm here, just keep stroking yourself and relax," and after a moment Kurt felt his body comply.
"You can move," Kurt said eventually, and Blaine did ever so slowly. Kurt took a few moments to adjust, spreading his legs wider and digging his toes into the comforter. He kept up the pace on his cock, far faster than Blaine's pace with his finger, until the discomfort subsided. "I'm okay now, try another."
"Hang on," Blaine said, and a second later Kurt nearly leapt off the bed as he was shocked with blinding intensity.
"Blaine!" he gasped, exasperated and shaking. He stroked himself harder and whined as Blaine's fingertip grazed his prostate again, "Oh my god, Blaine, Blaine, it's too much, but I need you to add more, please, please Blaine, please."
As he looked through droopy eyelids, he could see Blaine's awe and arousal, big mouthed grin stretched across his features. "Kurt, you look so-, you sound so-,"
"Blaine, more," Kurt commanded and scooted his ass forwards slightly, a not so-subtle hint.
Blaine snapped out of his trance and complied, pulling out only to push back in with two slippery fingers, which steadily built up a pace that Kurt adjusted to much more quickly than he had moments before. There was still a bit of discomfort, a few strokes that made him hiss with slight pain, but overall the sensation was wonderful. When Blaine added a third finger, licking his perineum as he firmly thrust, Kurt had gasped with delight and was forced to squeeze down tightly on his cock because he was getting too close, too quickly. Especially with Blaine using all three fingers to stroke against his prostate.
"Okay," Kurt managed, finally able to turn his mutterings into actual words, "okay, okay, god, come over here and take my place."
Blaine stopped his ministrations and pulled his fingers out of Kurt, eliciting a soft, high-pitched whimper. Blaine pushed himself off the mattress and Kurt moved away from the pillow to let Blaine sit against the headboard, his legs laid out flat in front of him.
Still stroking himself, Kurt bent over and grabbed Blaine's erection with his hands, sinking his mouth down. Blaine started to groan and hiss. Kurt bobbed his head, coating Blaine's shaft with spit as lips tightened softly around his firmness. He used his tongue ruthlessly, both while his mouth was around Blaine and the few times he pulled off to lick up the length, along the underside, and swirling teasingly around the head. Blaine's cries as he gently dug his hands into Kurt's hair only intensified Kurt's arousal and once again he had to stop stroking himself or risk ending this all too quickly.
Once Blaine had finally trusted him enough to let him, Kurt had discovered he absolutely craved sucking Blaine's cock. The power over Blaine's pleasure was heady, and he insisted on it almost every time they fooled around.
But sucking Blaine off wasn't the endgame here. Kurt reluctantly pulled off and fumbled around behind him before he finally found the condom, tearing open the packet. He let go of himself and gripped Blaine at the base, slowly rolling it on, looking into Blaine's eyes as he did so, seeing the love and desire there reflect his own.
"Love you," Blaine managed, lethargic.
Kurt hummed as he moved to straddle Blaine, "You're just saying that to get into my pants."
"Your pants are so tight I couldn't get into them if I tried," Blaine's voice was cracking, but playful. Kurt giggled and then placed his hands on Blaine's shoulder to steady himself, looking hungrily down at Blaine's waiting erection.
He felt a bit of tension seize him, despite his arousal. The room felt a little smaller and his breathing became slightly shallow and more rapid.
Blaine sensed the slight change in his demeanour. "Kurt, are you-"
"Kiss me," Kurt ordered, and Blaine immediately complied. Within a few seconds, the tension dissipated to nothing.
This had been a trick they'd figured out with practise. A few times in the months they had been together, Kurt would seize involuntarily. At first, Kurt would break away, angry with himself for ruining the mood. His mini-panic attacks were seemingly out of nowhere and would creep up on him without warning. He hated them; hated that even though he was over the incident that had caused them, his nervous system didn't seem to be. He loathed having to convince Blaine that it had nothing to do with him, because Kurt trusted Blaine with all his heart.
However, Kurt had discovered that if he stayed in the moment, kissing his boyfriend and ignoring the fear, it couldn't cripple him and eventually he'd push past it. Over time, with this method, the instances became less and less, and Blaine was more than willing to oblige Kurt's solution if need be. If anything, it seemed to be a source of pride for Blaine that he could help Kurt work past his anxiety.
Through the kiss, he could feel Blaine's finger softly stroking the skin around his entrance, relaxing him even further, both physically and emotionally. When he let out a contented whine, which Blaine swallowed, he knew he was ready and pulled out of the kiss to tell Blaine as much.
Kurt shifted his weight so he was situated above Blaine's cock as Blaine gazed lustfully at him from his seated position. Kurt nodded and Blaine gripped one hand around the base of himself and placed the other steadily on Kurt's hip. Kurt also steadied himself with one hand on Blaine's shoulder and the other reaching behind him to grip the head of Blaine's length. As he guided it, Kurt slowly sat down, pausing briefly to move Blaine's tip around the outside his entrance, coating it with lubrication. Blaine moaned, and Kurt turned his head to smile at him, before scrunching his face up as he sat down, pushing the head partially into his hole.
It pulled him apart and he cried out. It was big, bigger than Blaine's fingers, and no matter how much preparation Blaine had given him, nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of being stretched so completely. He hovered there for several minutes, still as he let his body adjust, even though part of him was screaming for him to push off and get it out of him, get it out because it doesn't belong.
But Blaine started whispering sweet nothings at him, "Feels so good, Kurt, oh, I love you, this is amazing, god, just relax, please, so tight, so hot, I love you," stroking Kurt's side and then stroking his cock, and Kurt felt his muscles relax again. Eventually, the discomfort passed and he only felt unbelievably full. He slowly, gently slid down until Blaine was buried in him completely, sighing as he bottomed out. He fell forward a bit, chest flush against Blaine's, head resting on his shoulder.
"How are you feeling?" Blaine asked shakily, stroking his hair.
"Full," Kurt managed to say. He understood now why Blaine had been so inarticulate when it had been his turn. He was so overcome with sensation, words were a problem. "You?"
"Tight, god, Kurt, it's so tight, and warm, and I'm so sorry if you're in pain but I feel so good right now, you need to tell me if you need to stop because if we keep going I don't know if I can," Blaine rambled, trying desperately to balance honesty and arousal with his inherent desire to be a gentleman.
"No," Kurt said into Blaine's shoulder, finally relaxed and ready to keep going. "I want this. Doesn't hurt anymore. I just feel full now. I think I can," and he sat up, straightening his back, flinching slightly as Blaine's cock shifted inside him, "I think I can move."
With that, he pushed off slightly with his knees so that Blaine's cock came out about half-way, and then he slowly slid back down, smiling as Blaine's head fell back against the pillow. He did it again, and again, until he got a good rhythm going and eventually it started to feel natural. Good. Not amazing; he clearly wasn't enjoying it nearly as much as Blaine seemed to be, but seeing Blaine shut his eyes, mouth open in an 'o' as he panted and whispered Kurt's name, it filled Kurt with a sense of deep pride and he bounced on Blaine's lap happily.
After a while, his calves told him he needed to adjust his position and he shifted his pelvis. However, the pleasure that shot through him caused him to collapse forward onto Blaine beneath him. "Kurt?" Blaine asked worriedly.
"Oh my god!" Kurt moaned, panting. He'd hit his prostate. Blaine's cock had hit his prostate, and that with the combination of the fullness inside was enough to make him see fireworks. "That was so intense, holy shit!" He needed more.
Kurt leaned far back, bending his legs so they folded completely at the knees and he hooked both hands around Blaine's shoulders, using them as an anchor. Slowly he started building a rhythm and Blaine groaned loudly, his hands gripping Kurt's hips so tightly he was certain they would leave a bruise.
Kurt wasn't moving up and down anymore, no longer fucking himself onto Blaine's cock. Instead, he'd begun gyrating his hips, twisting them around in a circular motion, with Blaine's cock buried half-way up his ass. He was practically dancing on Blaine. Every rotation brought him a jolt of pleasure, and he cried, speeding up his movements, greedily seeking the wave of electricity that was building inside of him. He'd never experienced anything like this before and he was desperate to see where it would take him.
Blaine, meanwhile, was struggling beneath him, his body jerking randomly "Fuck, Kurt, I can't." He was failing to keep himself upright, even with the headboard to support him. He started to lean over sideways, and Kurt stopped his rotations momentarily to help shift them both backwards so Blaine's head was lying flat against the mattress.
Kurt started again, reaching his pace much quicker than before and loving every second of it. When Blaine moved his hands back to Kurt's hips, Kurt braced his own hand on Blaine's chest as his other reached down to start stroking his cock again. Kurt didn't think there was such a thing as too much pleasure and he sure as hell wasn't going to deny himself any.
"Kurt-" Blaine repeated over and over, his eyes squinting and his head thrashing. He started thrusting slightly into Kurt, but his position and Kurt's gyrations didn't allow for him to go far or do much.
Kurt was overcome with such possessiveness that he ripped Blaine's hands off his hips and pinned them behind his head. He interweaved his fingers with Blaine's and pressed both hands down hard into the mattress. His chest came down flush against Blaine's and he started kissing him fiercely, all while moaning uncontrollably as he ground his ass with Blaine inside him.
Kurt declared between kisses. "I feel so good, so good, I don't want to stop, I never knew I could feel like this, god, Blaine-"
"Kurt, so good," Blaine echoed as he writhed beneath Kurt's gyration. "Kurt, but-"
Kurt almost didn't hear him through his excitement, still chasing each bolt of ecstasy. "But what?" he managed eventually.
"Kurt, I need-" Blaine panted, but he didn't continue.
Kurt kept going, whispering breathlessly, "Do you need to come soon?"
Blaine shook his head.
Kurt slowed at that, but not stopping completely. "No?"
"It's okay," Blaine shook his head, "Keep going."
"Am I hurting you?" Kurt was worried. He didn't even think that was possible when Blaine was the one inside him, but he was concerned all the same.
"No, it's just-" Blaine's head turned away again, and Kurt stopped completely. "No, keep going, it felt so good."
"What's wrong, Blaine? What do you need?" Kurt was certainly not getting off if Blaine wasn't even close.
"I need-, god, Kurt, I can't-," Blaine tried rotating his hips like Kurt had been, but in the position they were in it was a futile experiment.
"Blaine, I want to give you what you need, please tell me," Kurt said sternly.
Maybe this wasn't enjoyable at all for Blaine. Maybe Blaine was a 'total bottom.' Maybe he didn't like giving, only receiving, and Kurt's motions were making him uncomfortable. Or worse, hurting him.
After a minute of Blaine sighing, however, he turned to gaze at Kurt in the eyes, like he was trying to apologize.
"That felt so good, like, amazing, but," Blaine said, sounding disappointed, "I need you to just take it. I need to be on top as I fuck you."
He sighed and looked away, embarrassed.
But, Kurt thought, stunned, that wasn't part of the plan.
"I know, forget it," Blaine tried to brush it off and Kurt realized he'd said that aloud.
"It's fine, keep going," Blaine removed his hands from Kurt's loosening grasp and moved them to Kurt's hips. He tried to move Kurt's waist, trying to mimic Kurt's earlier movements but Kurt clamped his legs down and stiffened his torso. Blaine tried moving him harder but it was no use and he gave up, exasperated. "Kurt, please? I need some movement or I'm going to die."
But Kurt was too busy considering the situation. When they'd decided that they were going to do this, Kurt had insisted that he try both topping and bottoming. Blaine had understandably objected because of Kurt's anxieties, but they had finally agreed that if Kurt was satisfyingly worked up before, in control and on top during, the chances of him panicking were significantly reduced. They'd structured the entire plan around it.
What Blaine wanted was flying in the face of all of it.
Blaine knew that. He knew that it was everything they'd decided not to do. Kurt glanced down at his boyfriend's frustrated expression, and he realized that Blaine was astutely aware that what he was asking for was most definitely not the plan. And that it risked upsetting Kurt, the absolute last thing Blaine ever wanted to do. So if he was asking, saying that he needed it, Blaine really must need it. And Blaine was hating himself for it. Kurt's heart broke.
Kurt bent over Blaine and ran his fingers softly along Blaine's cheek, and Blaine turned to look at him slowly. All of this had been designed to keep Kurt from being afraid. But the only thing Kurt was afraid of in that moment was refusing Blaine's needs when Blaine had been so willing to accommodate every one of his. He owed it to him.
Besides, thinking back to how Blaine had brokenly confessed 'I want you to just take it,' Kurt shivered as he realized just how much he wanted it too.
"Kiss me," Kurt said softly.
Blaine looked at him questioningly, as if not quite believing what he was hearing.
Kurt closed his eyes and nodded. "Kiss me," he repeated.
Blaine pushed his upper body off the bed and leaned back on his elbows, looking at Kurt both warily and hopeful. "Are you sure?"
Kurt responded by bending over and pulling Blaine in for a sharp kiss. Blaine melted into it and Kurt started moving his hips up and down, as he had when they'd started. Blaine groaned into his mouth and curled an arm around his back, flipping them both while he was still sheathed inside Kurt.
Kurt fell softly against the mattress, the weight of everything pressing in on him slightly, but he wrapped his legs around Blaine so his hips and the place where they were joined was hovering in the air. He refused to break contact from Blaine's lips until Blaine himself pulled away, one hand braced against the mattress and the other gripping Kurt's waist, holding it up. Kurt hadn't been in this position in a long time, not since…
And then Kurt had a wicked idea. One to make Blaine's first time on top memorable. Besides, it will be sweet retribution for earlier.
"I want you to touch yourself, okay?" Blaine requested, his voice rough. "I want this to be good for you too."
Kurt looked up at him from the bed and nodded, reaching his hand down between them and gripping himself firmly, stroking himself so he was fully hard again. His head was jerking slightly against the mattress and he squinted his eyes, biting his lip and suppressing his moans. After a minute, he signalled with his eyes to Blaine to start his rhythm again.
Blaine complied, eying Kurt warily as he slowly, gently pulled out and pushed in. He let out a long, throaty moan. Kurt sympathized; this was technically Blaine's first thrust and just over an hour ago Kurt had had felt the same glorious sensation. Blaine repeated the motion, a bit faster, and Kurt felt the warmth at the base of his spine start to return. He shifted slightly so that the third time Blaine thrust in, his cock grazed Kurt's prostate. Kurt's hips jerked and his stroking increased. His free hand clutched the comforter and he threw his head back, biting his lip as hard as he ever had.
"Kurt, are you okay?"
Kurt was unable to answer, it was all too overwhelming, but he nodded with a grin to let Blaine know that he was most definitely okay.
"Why aren't you…" Blaine trailed off, and Kurt finally managed to stare back at Blaine, silent and grinning smugly. After a moment, Blaine's eyes shot open and his face turned to pure lust. "Kurt!" he moaned.
Kurt let go of the comforter and gripped Blaine's hip, pushing and pulling him slightly, wordlessly demanding Blaine start thrusting again. This was a challenge now and if Blaine was going to succeed he damn well better pick up the pace.
"Holy fuck," Blaine groaned, his head falling back and eyes shutting as he complied. His thrusts started slow but he quickly worked his way up to an impressive pace. In no time at all, he was pounding Kurt's whole body into the mattress, trying desperately to lean over and keep kissing Kurt and only managing to maintain it about half the time. Blaine moaned and panted and swore, all the while thrusting into Kurt like it was going out of style.
Meanwhile, beneath him, Kurt was arching his back, taking everything Blaine gave him and loving every second of it. When Blaine would look at him, hungry to hear him make a sound, it would twist inside him and he'd want to call out, but he struggled to fight the urge down. Blaine needed to earn it. Instead, he harnessed the desire, kinking an eyebrow, daring Blaine to make him break, make him cry out, make him scream. Blaine, always eager to rise to the occasion, had stopped his thrusts a few times, corkscrewing his hips, simulating Kurt's earlier gyrations and almost cracking him. More than once. But Kurt Hummel was a stubborn brat and he was most certainly not going to lose this; not when him holding out meant they would both win in the end.
He steadily felt his orgasm start to build, sourced at the base of his spine and spread throughout his whole body. He stroked himself quickly throughout, pushing him close to the edge. Kurt couldn't handle the two completely different but amazingly wonderful sensations of bringing himself off and getting fucked by Blaine; getting filled and stretched and shocked with pleasure at each thrust of Blaine's cock. And with Blaine's moans and desire and gratitude tumbling forth from his swollen lips as he drove into him, it was all too much.
Almost enough to make Kurt grunt or groan or swear or pant, but he clamped his vocal chords down as he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood because he wasn't going to make a sound until, until, until..
"Oh, god! BLAINE!" he screamed and came, seeing stars behind his eyes squeezed shut and clenching the muscles in his ass. White hot liquid coursed through him and spurted onto his stomach as he stroked himself through.
"Kurt, Jesus fuck, you just-, I'm gonna-," and Blaine hammered home, his pace a breakneck speed until he stilled almost completely. He threw his head back, shut his eyes, thrusting once, twice, and Kurt's name echoed throughout his bedroom as he came with a shout. A minute buried deep inside, back arched, knuckles white at Kurt's hips, a look of pure ecstasy on his face, and then Blaine collapsed on Kurt, panting heavily and clutching Kurt close, sighing.
"Thank you," Blaine mumbled earnestly. After a moment of clinging to Kurt, he dismounted.
"No, thank you," Kurt's tone was lazy but playful. His muscles were all competing for his attention; his ass adjusting to the freedom, and he felt the need to stretch everything. His whole body was aching but it was a delightful ache. He'd never come that way before, not from two competing but complimentary stimulations, and he was still coming down from his high, trying to absorb everything he'd just experienced.
Blaine returned from disposing of the condom, bearing tissues, and they both cleaned themselves up. Kurt turned on his stomach and propped his head up with his hand, resting the other on Blaine's chest, who was lying on his back, smiling back at Kurt.
"I can't believe you did that," Blaine said with awe.
"I can't believe I didn't think of it until now," Kurt countered as he breathed out. "It should have been part of the plan."
But Blaine shook his head, "No, I love that we went off course. It was an amazingly hot surprise. Oh, god, Kurt," he said, his eyes lidded, "you came with me inside you, screaming my name, and I just-" he groaned, "that was incredible."
"Why didn't you tell me that's what you wanted?" Kurt asked, concerned.
Blaine furrowed his brow, "I did tell you, months ago-"
"No, not that," Kurt circled his fingers on Blaine's chest. "That when you topped, you wanted to, uh, be on top?"
Blaine started to look sad again, "I didn't really know until we were doing it. I'm sorry."
But Kurt wasn't going to let him go there, "Blaine, no. It's not a problem. I liked it, okay? A lot, obviously." He smirked. "I'm just worried that you didn't tell me that what I was doing wasn't doing it for you."
Blaine panicked, "No, Kurt. No, what you were doing felt really good. I can't stress that enough, it felt fantastic. And that you were getting off on it was so so amazing to watch. Which is why I felt so bad, because everything you were doing made me want to thrust into you. Hard." He blushed at the words, "Is that terrible?"
But Kurt understood; their roles had been reversed not two hours ago. "No Blaine, it's not terrible. It was actually pretty spectacular." He grinned, gripping Blaine's hand and bringing it to his lips. "I get it, though. You were afraid of freaking me out."
Blaine nodded, "I'm sorry."
"Don't ever be sorry for asking what you want, okay? Blaine, you do everything for me. You're the perfect boyfriend. The least I can do is something for you."
"But what if I hurt you?" Blaine's eyes shot open, "Oh, shit, Kurt! What if you were in pain and you didn't say anything? Did I hurt you? You need to tell me!"
But Kurt rubbed his chest and soothed him, shushing him until Blaine calmed down, "It didn't hurt at all; well, it did at the beginning, but not when you were on top of me. God, when you were on top of me it felt phenomenal. And besides, we worked this out before, remember?" And he pinched Blaine's nipple hard, stealing a hilarious yelp in the process. "I had it covered," he said smugly.
"Always in control," Blaine smiled.
Kurt agreed, "Even when I'm on the bottom, you're my bitch," and they both laughed.
Blaine turned on his side, also propping his head on his hand. "So which did you like better? Bottom or top?"
Kurt paused, looking away to think about it. Eventually he answered. "I don't know yet. My first instinct is to say top, but they both had their benefits. Bottoming didn't run as smoothly this time, but I think that if we went into it knowing exactly what each of us wanted, I would definitely be up for it again. I think you were right; I'm probably a 'top-leaning versatile,' to use the correct lingo. You?"
"Definitely versatile," Blaine agreed. "They were both so different and I can't decide what I loved more, but I definitely loved them both."
"This will certainly make our sex life interesting," Kurt teased. "Especially since we're probably never going to get this much alone time again."
"Well we don't have to go both ways every time," Blaine stuck his tongue out. "Whatever we're up for in the moment, we'll do. Which is totally awesome, by the way. It's kinda freeing, you know?"
"Mmm, absolutely," Kurt sighed, content. "All spontaneous, no planning,"
"The plan was a great guideline, but I agree," Blaine shifted on the bed, "no more plans. Unless you feel you need them."
"Just communicate with me. Tell me what you need next time and we'll play it by ear," Kurt offered.
Blaine twisted on his back. "Right now, I need a nap. I'm so tired."
Kurt cuddled up beside him, resting on Blaine's side, arm spread over his torso. "Me too. Sex takes a lot out of you, huh?"
"Especially when you have lots of it," Blaine yawned.
"Okay, but we can't fall asleep asleep." Kurt drummed his fingers on Blaine's chest, "We can't be here when everyone else gets home. Besides, I should probably make an appearance in glee club today. Finn's really depressed about Nationals and I should go be a good step-brother and support him."
"Deal," Blaine murmured. "Until then, though…"
Blaine closed his eyes, covering his face with his arm and clearing his throat.
Then, much to Kurt's horror, Blaine started to sing. "Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again-"
"BLAINE!" Kurt reprimanded, mortified.
"Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping-"
"I am never having sex with you again, oh my god!"
"And the vision, that was planted in my brain, still remains-"
"That's it! I've had my way with you and now we're breaking up. We're through!"
"Within the sound of silence."