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Friday afternoons were Blaine’s favorite time of the week. Logically it should have been Friday night, or Saturday, or any point, really, during the forty-eight hours that he had Kurt all to himself, hours when they could sleep tangled up in each other, hours in which Blaine was (usually) allowed to come after the long week of denial and, more importantly, hours in which he could make Kurt come, over and over, as often as possible. Which for Kurt was a lot. For any other person the weekend would have been the best part.
But if the past two months had taught Blaine anything, it was that he was all about the build-up.
And that was something that Kurt instinctively understood. Often better than Blaine did himself. Certainly better than any dom Blaine had ever played with before, although to be fair his one-time-only policy hadn't given any of them much of a chance to figure it out. Kurt somehow got that as much as Blaine absolutely, definitely wanted the explosive pleasure of orgasm, he also craved denial and the powerful act of submission it required. In fact, the more desperate his need and the more he begged and pleaded for release, the bigger that part of his brain that wanted more than anything for Kurt to enforce his dominance with a “no” became. And when he saw how it turned Kurt on to watch him struggle and fight back the pleasure his body craved, when he could bury his pleas against Kurt’s chest and hear the way his heartbeat sped up as he teased and tormented Blaine’s straining flesh; he felt like he could wait forever if that was what Kurt wanted.
Friday afternoons were all anticipation for Blaine. If Kurt was singing in Glee practice he would lurk outside the door of the choir room, leaning against the wall and losing himself in the spellbinding sound of Kurt’s voice wrapping around a Broadway classic or a new standard. But as much as he loved listening to Kurt sing, the other Fridays, the ones he had to himself, were his favorite.
They had decided early on that Blaine wouldn’t come unless Kurt was with him, which pretty much meant no orgasms at all during the week. Which was fine, really, because holding back and waiting for the weekend helped Blaine to feel Kurt’s control even when their time together was limited to quick caresses in his office before school or the occasional heated make-out session at lunch. But no matter how much time they managed to carve out for each other, Blaine could never really allow himself to get lost in it. He could never forget that at the end there would be a roomful of students waiting for a teacher who had some idea of what he was saying and who definitely wasn’t in a state of helpless, hard arousal. He could never let himself enjoy that deep level of submission that his body and mind seem to fall into so easily any time Kurt’s hands were on him.
But on Friday afternoons there was no one waiting for him but Kurt. Eventually they’d have to go to family dinner night at the Hummel-Hudsons’, but Kurt always made sure there was time before that just for them, usually at Blaine’s apartment, and although he almost never let Blaine come quite that soon he would let Blaine bring him off one way or another. Blaine had been surprised to discover that the longer he was denied, the more necessary Kurt’s orgasm seemed to him. Making Kurt come left him feeling oddly satiated. Still horny and frustrated, but it was like some part of him shared in Kurt’s release. His own need became less immediate and it was easier to get himself back under control.
Friday afternoons were all his. Blaine would wait for Kurt; kneeling on the little red pillow Kurt insisted he use. Blaine loved kneeling on the bare floor. He loved the slow, subtle building of the ache, so that the more perfectly still and obedient he was the more his body suffered, but on this issue Kurt had been adamant. “I expect to see you on those knees for at least fifty more years,” he’d said. “You have to take care of them.” And who could argue with that kind of logic? He knelt on the soft cushion and indulged himself in memories and fantasies and anticipation so that when Kurt arrived he always found Blaine intensely aroused and floating already in the pliant, submissive headspace that they both loved so much.
And this Friday was extra-special. It was Kurt’s birthday weekend and Friday dinner had been postponed to Saturday and turned into a party. So tonight they could do whatever Kurt wanted.
That afternoon Kurt had decided to fulfill a fantasy of Blaine’s; something he’d been begging for for weeks. At lunch he had finally let Blaine blow him, sitting in the upholstered armchair in his office with the sounds of students milling around the hall outside filtering through the door. It had gotten inside Blaine's head in the most delicious way, serving Kurt like that with nothing but the door between them and the entire student population of McKinley. They’d done it right at the beginning of the period, so Blaine would have at least a half an hour to calm his body back down before class, but even with all that time he’d still had to do some careful adjustment before he could leave the room.
Now, kneeling on his little pillow in the soft glow of the desk lamp (another Kurt addition, as was the new chintz upholstered guest chair), Blaine let himself wallow in the intensity of that moment even more fully than he’d been able to do when it was happening. The soft sounds stifling in Kurt’s throat. The hot, sharp taste of pre-come leaking in tiny surges from his cock. The way his hips had pushed up as he fucked himself into Blaine’s mouth, deeper than he’d ever made him take it before, the tight pain of Kurt’s fingers clenching in his hair (and he’d had to think some seriously unsexy thoughts then because the sharp sensation had almost sent him over the edge). And the coming. Nothing in the world was better than Kurt coming. If they lived in some bizarre world where only one of them could ever come again he’d choose Kurt every time. Knowing he was giving that kind of pleasure to his soulmate affected him in a way he couldn’t even begin to describe.
He was so lost in the sensations of that afternoon that the sound of Kurt’s key in the lock behind him startled him. Had an hour really passed so quickly? His cock jumped in its confines and his breathing sped up. Kurt was here.
As he did every Friday, Kurt locked the door without a word and knelt to wrap his arms around Blaine from behind, caressing across his chest, lips soft over the skin of his neck. Blaine leaned back and melted into Kurt’s embrace. It had become symbolic for him of the moment he could finally give up all control and turn himself completely over to his soulmate.
“Did you miss me?” Kurt murmured against Blaine’s ear, his fingers dragging down to the hem of Blaine’s shirt and sneaking under it to caress his skin.
“You know I did,” Blaine whispered back.
“And are you hard for me?” The fingers slipped lower, finally, to press against Blaine’s most definitely hard cock.
“You know I am. I always am.”
“Mmmm. And that’s what makes you the perfect sub.” Blaine could hear the smile in Kurt’s voice even through the haze of arousal that Kurt’s hands were creating, spiraling pleasure through his body as they ghosted over his hard length.
“Guess what I did last night?” Kurt asked, with a press against Blaine’s groin that made him suck in a sharp breath.
“I know what you did last night,” Blaine said when he could speak again. “You made me listen on the phone while you did it.”
“You loved that.”
“I did.” He turned his head just a little, begging gently, and Kurt responded by capturing Blaine’s lips with his own and dipping his tongue in to meet Blaine’s, but all too soon he was pulling away, his eyes sparkling as he shifted to sit on the floor next to Blaine, one hand still teasing against his erection.
“I meant afterward, while you were laying there all desperate and frustrated. I was on the computer making a list.”
“Another list?”
“Uh-huh. I printed out the longest, the most comprehensive list of sexual kinks I could find.” Blaine gasped at that, and couldn’t keep the hopeful look off his face. “And we’re going back to your place and we’re going to go over every single one in exhaustive detail. Because we need a contract.”
Blaine leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Kurt’s. “Please tell me you’re going to let me come before we do that. I might not survive it if you don’t.”
Kurt’s hands came up to cup Blaine’s cheeks and push him back just a little. One eyebrow lifted in question. “Do you want me to let you come or is that your way of asking me to make you wait? What do you really want?”
Kurt knew him far too well. The answer was obvious. “I want whatever’s going to turn you on the most.”
“God, I love you,” Kurt smiled like the sun and then rewarded him with another kiss, this one deep and lingering. He pressed himself up on his knees, because he knew how much Blaine loved it when he had to crane and reach to keep their lips touching. When he finally pulled away Kurt’s eyes were still shining with love and something else.
“What would turn me on the most,” he said with a smile, “would be for you to wait to come until I’m fucking you.”
He didn’t quite manage to get it out without blushing, but Blaine was much too busy forgetting how to breathe to notice. When he finally managed to speak his voice trembled. “Does that mean . . . ?”
Kurt nodded.
“And you mean tonight, right? Not next month or something – tonight?”
Kurt’s hand made its way back to Blaine’s crotch. “Do I have to punish you for underestimating me again?”
“God no. I definitely won’t make it until we get home if you do.” He stroked down Kurt’s arm and clutched at his hand. “Are you really serious?” he asked.
“You know, for someone who once told me intercourse wasn’t that important, you seem pretty excited,” Kurt teased.
“No, I said it wasn’t necessary. But . . . God, Kurt, you have no idea what it does to me, the thought of you . . . inside me . . .” In fact, he needed to stop thinking about it right now, or it was going to do much too much to him.
Kurt stood up and pulled Blaine with him. “Let’s go home so I can see what it does to you.”
On Fridays Kurt always picked Blaine up in the morning so that they could ride back to his apartment together and Blaine had never been more grateful for that than he was today. He was so aroused that he had to hold the seatbelt away from his body – he was afraid just the pressure of it could push him over the edge. The thought of what they were going to do – of Kurt making love to him that way – was far too much to handle in his already desperate state. They talked, of course, about Glee practice and some interesting thing Kurt had learned in dom class Wednesday night, but Blaine’s mind wasn’t really on anything he was saying. Instead he watched Kurt as he drove, the shape of his jaw, the way his hair swept back from his forehead, the long, perfect fingers curled around the steering wheel. He just couldn’t figure out how he’d managed to get so lucky. How he’d managed to get to this place with Kurt, without completely screwing everything up with his insecurity and fear and damaged expectations.
That first day all he could think was that he’d deserved better, but now he knew he could never come close to deserving Kurt. He had no idea why fate had decided they belonged together, but he would be grateful to it for the rest of his life. And grateful to Kurt for never giving up on him.
They parked in front of Blaine’s building and walked hand in hand to the door. Once inside, Blaine bustled around putting away his jacket and bag, but turned to find that Kurt was pressed against the door like he was glued to it. He reminded Blaine of himself, the first time they’d come here together, when he’d felt like taking a few steps into the room would be committing to a course of action he wasn’t at all sure he was ready for.
“Hey,” he said softly, moving closer to take Kurt’s hands in his. “Are you okay?”
Kurt smiled the lopsided smile that meant that he wasn’t quite okay. “I guess I’m just a little nervous.”
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. What’s our first rule?”
“You don’t come without my permission.”
Blaine smiled and shook his head. “That’s the second rule. The first rule is that you set the pace, remember? And I agreed to that. I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hands and his shoulders lifted in a tiny shrug. “I really do want to. I just . . . I have no idea what I’m doing. I mean, I read some stuff but . . .”
“How about this?” Blaine said. “I’ll go in the bathroom and get myself ready for you, and when I come out we can do whatever you want. No pressure. We can hit that kink list and see how far we get before I lose my mind. Or we can just cuddle on the couch and I’ll beg you let me blow you or something.”
“So, basically, a normal Friday?” Kurt smiled.
“A normal Friday.”
Blaine started to move away, but Kurt kept hold of his hands and pulled him back. “I’m just . . . I mean, what if I can’t be – dominant, the way you need me to? What if I mess up?”
“Is that what you’re worried about?”
Kurt nodded, biting his bottom lip in the way that Blaine always found so endearing.
“Then we’ll have perfectly vanilla sex. Or I’ll boss you around for a change. But really, I’m not worried. I don’t think you could avoid being dominant if you tried.”
“Really?” Kurt asked skeptically.
“Voice of experience here.”
“I love you,” Kurt sighed and pressed a gentle kiss against Blaine’s lips. When he pulled away the usual fire was back in his eyes. “So you’re going to go to the bathroom and get yourself ready. For me. And then when you come out, I’m going to fuck you.”
“Nice. You hardly blushed at all that time,” Blaine teased.
“Don’t get smart with me. I don’t have to let you come, you know.”
“I love you!” Blaine called out as he danced away down the hall.
Of course, in the end, Blaine did come. They tumbled and kissed and giggled like ten-year-olds, but eventually the kisses deepened, the breathing became harsher, the giggles turned into gasps and stuttered moans, hands fumbled with lube and condoms, and Blaine spread himself for his lover, begging with his body and his eyes and his voice to be filled and taken and owned.
Then Kurt was right there, pausing on the threshold of yet another kind of commitment, slick and ready.
“Put your hands up against the headboard,” he said.
Blaine shook his head. “Please. I need to touch you.”
“I’ll let you, I promise. But right now put your hands up. I just want you to feel this.”
Blaine pressed his palms against the flat wood of the headboard and immediately knew how right it was. He always felt so raw and vulnerable when Kurt made him do this, no ties or cuffs, just held in place by his own willing submission. There weren’t even any slats or spindles to grasp, his hands could easily slip away as he got lost in sensation and the struggle to keep them in place no matter what Kurt was doing to him twisted inside him in so many enticing ways.
So he offered himself up, exposed and defenseless, and Kurt gave him a beautiful smile and slowly pushed forward. And the way Kurt’s eyes fell closed as he surrendered to sensation, the way Blaine’s body slowly adjusted and shaped itself to Kurt’s advancing cock, it was all so much more than Blaine had ever imagined it would be.
When he was all the way in, filling Blaine completely, Kurt leaned forward and kissed Blaine hard, almost biting at his lips and then he pulled back, withdrew as far as he could, and plunged in again with a long, soft groan.
“Oh God, please let me touch you. I need to hold you, Kurt.”
But Kurt shook his head. “Just a few more times. I want to . . . how do I find . . .?”
“Here . . .” Blaine adjusted his hips on the pillows that supported them, tilting for the right angle. “You have to kind of come up at me, from below sort of. Pull out then just . . . ohhhh.”
The long slow stroke brushed in just the right place and Blaine could feel it sparking throughout his entire body.
“I think I found it.” Kurt pulled back and thrust again at exactly the same angle, pulling another sharp moan from Blaine’s throat.
“Tell me . . . how it feels. How do I feel to you?” Blaine panted.
“Hot,” Kurt said, stroking again and hitting so perfectly that Blaine was starting to worry about his ability to hold back. “Tight . . . it’s so amazing, Blaine.” His voice was light and breathy. “I don’t think this is going to last very long.”
“Please . . . touch . . .”
“One more, then you can move your hands.” Kurt took a fifth long stroke. As soon as he was buried deep again Blaine grabbed for his ass, clutching at the muscles there exactly as he’d fantasized about so many times.
“Oh, fuck it,” Kurt said in a wrecked voice, not a hint of blush in sight. He began to thrust hard and fast, grabbing Blaine’s leaking cock with his still-slick hand and pumping just as fast, driving them both relentlessly toward release.
The need and desperation and pure, white-hot pleasure were reaching an irresistible peak inside Blaine’s body. Kurt’s hand was relentless, his cock merciless, and there was no way, not a chance in hell that Blaine was going to be able to hold back the orgasm barreling toward him like a freight train.
“Can I come?” he begged, “I can’t stop it Kurt, it’s too much, please . . .”
“Do it,” Kurt commanded between gasps.
When Blaine finally let go it was like the world stopped. The ecstasy that exploded out from the epicenter of Kurt’s hand, stroking hard and fast, and shot at light speed through every nerve and muscle and cell of his body overwhelmed all his senses. He was blind and deaf to everything but the long-awaited swell of orgasm and the slide of Kurt’s cock over his prostate, dragging it out longer and longer. Then Kurt’s body slammed to a stop and Blaine was still coming but he wrapped his arms around Kurt and held on with every ounce of strength he possessed as they both shuddered and gasped and cried out their pleasure.
Eventually they collapsed in a heap, both laughing, lips finding each other in short, soft kisses. Blaine had never felt more at home than he did right there, under Kurt’s body, shaking with semi-suppressed laughter, the pressure in his ass receding as Kurt’s cock slowly softened.
“Well, I told you it wasn’t going to last very long,” Kurt said ruefully.
But Blaine wasn’t going to complain that his earth-shattering orgasm had come too fast. “That’s the benefit of a teenage boyfriend. Recovery time.” He smiled. But his smile turned to a pout as Kurt began to pull out of his body. “No. Don’t go yet.”
“I have to. The condom box says . . .”
“Of course you read the box.”
Kurt smiled. “I’m the responsible one, remember?” And with that he was gone, leaving Blaine to whine just a little at the emptiness while he disposed of the condom. “Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure we’re going to do that again some time.”
Blaine grinned and reached out to pull Kurt back down on top of him, ignoring the mess between their bodies, stroking his hands down Kurt’s back and over his ass, where he was sure his clutching fingers must have left bruises. “Do you have any idea how much in love with you I am?”
“I think I’m starting to figure it out,” Kurt smiled back. He kissed Blaine properly then, slow and teasing and hot, but eventually the stickiness of Blaine’s come made him squirm. “We definitely need to clean up.”
“I’ll get it,” Blaine said, rolling Kurt to the side and dropping one last kiss on his lips. He started to get up, but Kurt grabbed his hand. When he turned back there was a shyness in Kurt’s eyes that he hadn’t seen for a long time.
“Do you ever think about him?” Kurt asked quietly.
“Who?”
“You know . . . fantasy Kurt. Do you ever miss him or pretend . . .?”
Blaine forgot all about the drying come on his belly. He sat back down and reached to stroke Kurt’s face, down his cheek, over the dimple in his chin. “How could I miss him? He’s right here.”
Kurt frowned. “You don’t have to do that. We both know I’m not what you expected all those years.”
Blaine scooted closer and stared deep into Kurt’s questioning eyes. “No. You’re not. I never expected someone who would break down all my barriers and crawl inside my heart the way you did. I never expected someone who would see, really see, what I needed and not just what thought I wanted or what I could offer. Fuck what I expected. You’re so beautiful, Kurt, and you’ve given me so much more than I ever knew I wanted.” He wiped at his eyes. “And now you’re making me cry, damn it.”
Kurt laughed and tightened his grip on Blaine’s hand. “So you don’t regret . . . me? I mean, now you’ve got to put your life on hold for another year until I graduate, and I know not everyone at school has handled it well . . .”
“Okay, first, I’m a big boy and I can take it if not everyone approves of me. And as for putting my life on hold – don’t you know that this is exactly the opposite? All those years, waiting for you, that’s when my life was on hold. This is the first time I actually feel like I’m living it.”
Kurt leaned in to kiss him, but made a face with the movement pulled at the mess on his skin. “Oh God, I really need a washcloth.”
“Yes, sir,” Blaine teased as jumped to obey.
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Kurt watched Blaine’s bare ass as it disappeared around the corner to fetch something to clean them with. When it was gone, he fell back on the bed and let the tension run out of his body.
This was what made it all worthwhile. Sometimes it threatened to overwhelm him, all the things he needed to do, all the people who wanted something from him. There was Glee club, and all the frantic extra practicing as they prepared for Nationals, and dom classes, where he worked extra hard to wrap his brain around ideas and lessons that, while still abstract for most of the students, were very immediate and concrete for him. And then there was the pressure of schoolwork, and planning for his future, and just trying to share himself with his friends and still make time for Blaine. There were worries about how everyone was adjusting to the fact that he was in a soulmate claim. And it was in Kurt’s nature to take everyone else’s problems on himself and try to make things okay for them.
But Blaine was his haven. With Blaine he had decided right at the start that he wasn’t going to try to second-guess himself or be something that he wasn’t. He acted on instinct, did what felt right and good to him and trusted that it would be right and good for Blaine too. But to hear him say it out loud like that took Kurt’s breath away. Everything Kurt had said that first day in Blaine’s office was right. They were exactly perfectly matched. They each complemented the other in so many unexpected ways. With Blaine it was effortless. He’d met the love of his life when he was sixteen. He wasn’t sure why he was allowed to be so happy, but he wasn’t going to question it.
Blaine was back quickly, warm washcloth in hand. “Don’t move,” he said when Kurt started to sit up. He crawled up next to Kurt and gently began washing the come from his body. Kurt closed his eyes and let himself be cared for, tiny sounds rumbling in his throat as the warm water and Blaine’s hands did their work.
“If you keep making noises like that I’m going to get hard again,” Blaine said. He set the cloth on the nightstand and turned back. “Are you hungry? Should we do something about dinner?”
Kurt shook his head and held out his arms. “Cuddle first.” Blaine settled against him, head on his chest, one arm wrapped around Kurt’s waist.
They did so many wonderful, sexy, erotic things together, but this was Kurt’s favorite. He would never get tired of how it felt when Blaine just rested his weight against him, warm and heavy, and let himself be held. This, more than obeying commands or waiting to come or anything, made him feel like Blaine was his. And when Blaine’s breathing deepened and Kurt realized he was falling asleep, he smiled and tightened his grip even more.
He didn’t intend to nap – he didn’t even really feel tired. But the slow even rhythm of Blaine’s breathing and the solid comfort of his weight pushing Kurt into the mattress worked a gentle spell on his brain and soon he too was drifting gently toward sleep.
Just an ordinary Friday night, was his last thought before sleep claimed him, no different, really, from any other and yet totally unique. One of thousands they would share during their years together.
So the earth turned, and the room dipped into darkness, and safe in each other’s arms, they slept.