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Breaking Point	By : silverdragon87 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 10461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no money from this. I do not own Glee or the Glee fandom or any of it's characters. I do not own Blaine and Kurt.

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Kurt was indescribably excited the next morning, if not unspeakably sore. Between his trysts with the twins, the five-hour Warblers rehearsal, and Blaine thoroughly fucking him the night before, every muscle in his body screamed in protest when he tried to move.

Kurt relished in the pain, a reminder of what had transpired in the Breadstix bathroom. He had been so surprised by what Blaine confessed, that Blaine loved him just as much as Kurt did. Kurt drank in the dangerous, possessive expression that overtook the other boy as he rambled about his feelings for Kurt and god was that hot.

Kurt couldn’t hold back any longer and had attacked Blaine’s mouth with his own; he had no idea that the beautiful, seemingly innocent, virgin he had fallen for could be so fucking kinky.

He smiled as he pulled on a tight pair of skinny jeans, wincing as the band of his pants pressed roughly against the handprints on his hips. The mark on his neck had taken three different concealers to cover up and there was still the hint of the bruise that Kurt couldn’t quite conceal.

Burt had all but grabbed his shotgun when Kurt arrived home the previous night. Kurt tried to cover it up, but since, for once in his life, he didn’t have a scarf with him, there was only so much he could do.

His dad grilled him upon seeing the hickey until Kurt admitted that he and Blaine were now dating. Burt wasn’t terribly happy with the hickey, but seemed relieved that Blaine had finally taken his head out of his ass and had gotten together with Kurt.

Kurt barely managed to escape the conversation with his life in tact and made a mental note to warn Blaine about the potential warrant put out for his head.

Kurt smiled. Blaine. Blaine loved him.

That was something Kurt wasn’t sure he was ever going to get used to.

Kurt arrived at the Lima Bean a full ten minutes before the time Blaine had set. He grabbed their usual table along with two medium drips, a sugar packet and coffee stirrer for Blaine, and an order of the almond biscotti that Kurt knew him to love.

He beamed at Blaine as the boy entered the shop and Blaine quickly found Kurt, pulling him into a chaste kiss.

“Hi,” Blaine whispered against Kurt’s lips. Kurt’s eyes fluttered closed, their lips slid together for another few seconds.

“Hey yourself,” Kurt responded. Blaine’s hand wandered down, placing an affectionate pat on Kurt’s ass before he pulled away and settled down in his seat across from Kurt.

The couple sat in a comfortable silence for several minutes as they each sipped on their coffee, just happy to be in each other’s presence. Their hands brushed together, eyes meeting over the rims of their cups and every once in a while, one of them would let out a small laugh, as if at some unspoken joke shared between them.

“Thank you,” Blaine exclaimed.

“For what exactly?” Kurt asked.

“For last night, for being wonderful, for being you,” Blaine explained. Kurt blushed, a wide smile threatening to consume him.

“You already have me, Blaine, you don’t have to try so hard,” Kurt asserted with a wink. His fingers twined with Blaine’s on top of the table.

“I know,” Blaine grinned. “You’re mine now.” Kurt flushed, remembering the context of the last time Blaine had used that word.

“You know, you keep saying that, but your just as much mine as I am yours. Just so you’re aware.”

“Oh, I am very aware.” The two boys stared at each other openly, their eyes revealing a mixture of love and want. Kurt was the first to look away and grabbed his cup to take another sip, but found that he had already drained his drink.

Mischievously, Kurt reached across the table and snatched up Blaine’s drink, bringing it to his lips.

“Hey! I might be your boyfriend, but that is my coffee,” Blaine protested. Kurt merely smirked at him and brought the cup to his lips. Kurt tipped his head back, gulping down the cooling liquid.

Blaine was gaping at him when he set the cup back down, his eyes trained on Kurt’s throat.

“See something you like?”

“See something I want,” Blaine corrected. He was looking at Kurt with that hungry expression again, and Kurt soaked it up. He popped off the lid of Blaine’s coffee and reached over, grabbing one of Blaine’s biscotti.

He kept Blaine’s eye contact as he dunked the biscotti into the coffee and brought it up to his lips. He sucked the phallic cookie into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing out. Kurt let his eyes drop closed and he let loose a quiet moan that only Blaine could hear.

Kurt bit into the biscotti and slowly extracted it from his mouth, his eyes fluttered open to meet Blaine’s.

Blaine stared at him for a few seconds.

“You okay, dear?” Kurt asked, the picture of innocence. Blaine’s voice caught in his throat.

“I uhh…I need to use the restroom.” Blaine stumbled as he stood up from his chair. Kurt flicked his tongue over the end of the biscotti.

“Take your time,” Kurt smirked. Blaine groaned and turned away from the boy. Kurt smiled devilishly and waited another minute before he gathered their things and disposed of their food.

Kurt rapped his knuckles on the single stall men’s bathroom.

“Occupied!” Blaine’s frantic voice rang through the door.

“It’s me.” Kurt waited a moment, smiling as he heard the lock turn and the door swung open just enough for Blaine to pull Kurt into the room. Blaine slammed the lock back into place and shoved Kurt into the wall, his mouth smashing against Kurt’s.

He could feel Blaine’s naked erection prodding against his thigh—Blaine’s pants were crumpled around his ankles.

“Do you have any idea what that little stunt of yours did to me?” Blaine demanded, grinding his hips hard into Kurt’s. He gasped as Blaine’s hands gripped his hips right over the bruises he had previously left.

“I do believe that was the point,” Kurt snickered breathily, placing a wet kiss against Blaine’s neck. Blaine moaned helplessly and Kurt turned the tables, pinning Blaine against the wall.

Kurt’s hands slid down and pulled Blaine’s sweater up and over the boy’s head. Blaine made to pull Kurt’s shirt off as well, but he shook his head at Blaine, swatting his hands away.

“This is just for you.” Kurt grinned as his statement wrenched a low growl from Blaine’s throat. His hands skimmed over Blaine’s bare skin, goose bumps erupting in the wake of the trail his fingers seared over Blaine’s torso.

Kurt’s mouth bit and sucked down Blaine’s stomach. His tongue lashed violently against the deep V lines cut into Blaine’s hips leading to his bobbing erection. Kurt sucked a bit of Blaine’s skin into his mouth, worrying it into a darker hickey than the one residing on Kurt’s neck.

Blaine was panting, delicious breathy groans tumbled out of his bruised, wet lips. His hands slid through Kurt’s perfectly coiffed hair, and in that moment Kurt didn’t even care.

Kurt looked up, catching Blaine’s heated eyes as he mimicked his earlier actions, flicking his tongue over the tip of Blaine’s cock. Kurt rolled his tongue around the head of Blaine’s erection, sucking it into his mouth.

Kurt bobbed his head, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around the cock in his mouth and Blaine’s head fell back, his hips involuntarily thrusting his cock deeper into Kurt’s waiting mouth.

Yes. This was all for Blaine. Sure, Kurt’s dick was hard as fuck, but Kurt had some making up to do. To be honest, Kurt felt shitty for having fucked so many guys, not that he regretted doing it (with the possible exception of Dylan), but he felt as though he needed to make it up to Blaine, and that’s exactly what he planned to do.

Kurt swallowed Blaine’s dick into his throat as visions of tying the boy up to his bed and worshipping the body in front of him danced in his head.

It may be for Blaine, but that didn’t mean that Kurt wasn’t going to enjoy it.

Kurt hummed around the cock in his throat, one hand dropped to fondle Blaine’s tight balls, a finger sliding back to rub against Blaine’s perineum. Blaine came with a shout, his seed spilling down Kurt’s hungry throat and Kurt sucked every last drop out of him, tonguing the softening dick in his mouth until Blaine whined with oversensitivity.

Blaine was panting, just barely able to stand as he leaned against the wall. Kurt pulled Blaine’s pants on and got the boy redressed. Kurt moved to the mirror to fix his hair.

“We have got to stop doing this in public restrooms,” Blaine exclaimed. Kurt laughed. “It’s true. I don’t want to be turned on every time I need to use the bathroom. It’s really bad for my mental health.”

“But I like doing you in the bathroom,” Kurt pouted.

“Really?” Blaine asked, curious, pulling Kurt into his arms.

“Well, I’d actually much rather have you in a bed, or on the counter, or a couch, or the floor.”

“Anytime, anywhere?” Blaine smirked.

“Pretty much,” Kurt answered with a wink. He ground his still hard into Blaine’s hips and Blaine let out a frustrated moan.

“Kurt Hummel, you are going to be the absolute death of me,” Blaine groaned, kissing Kurt full on the mouth. Kurt extracted himself from Blaine’s arms, pulling the other boy towards the door.

“Come on, my family’s at the auto-show in Columbus. They won’t be home till late tonight.” Kurt grinned. Blaine groaned and followed his boyfriend out of the coffee shop.

If he was going to kill Blaine with too much sex, Kurt wasn’t sure that he minded. It was one hell of a way to go.
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