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Blaine felt the bitter golden liquid go down his throat, relaxing automatically as he noticed the alcohol coursing through his veins. It was a Wednesday night, and he really shouldn't have been there. The dark winter sky was just a black spot in the window, with hardly any star in the Chicago poluation.
The man with dark curly hair and tanned skin was by himself, sat in a table in the back, his hands were tight closed around the round cup, his left hand empty of the golden ring it once wore. It was nearly ten p.m, he should be at home now, laying in his bed as he read a new article about Stem cells or went through what he needed to do before the weekend.
But he couldn't, not yet. The house was too lonely now, too quiet, he wouldn't dare to sit there, eating his lunch leftovers as he watched the news, only a whisper of the loudly nights.
His eyes, glazed and a warm tone of caramel, were locked at the downtown Chicago street's, seeing cars go and come, the sidewalk was empty by now, it was already too dark to walk around.
The bar was full of people just like him, with nowhere to go or with empty apartments and houses awaiting for them. There were some friends from a office, talking loudly at the big table at the front, some of them dancing to the catchy top 40 pop song that played around the bar, laughing and chatting as they went. That group, formed only by four men and two women, were the only happy faces there, the rest, including the bartender, were tired grey faces.
Blaine downed the rest of his drink, ready to eat it up and call a Uber to pick him, knowing it would be a big mistake drive like that, when the doors opened once again.
Bringing his amber eyes to focus on the dark wood door, he gazed a beautiful man. He, wearing a button down burgundy shirt, Wich fitted nicely around his fit torso and arms, with tight black social pants that fitted nicely around his long muscular leg, looked around the small bar, searching for someone when his eyes, blue as the summer sky in freaking figi, met Blaine's.
The man, with a coiffed chestnut hair laying on tip of his pale face, looked a couple years younger than him, but still mature and firm. His beard, grown but neatly trimmed and made, a couple tines darker than his hair, contoured his reddened full mouth. His eyes searching around the bar as a shark looking for it's prey, icy blue eyes navigating around the sad looking building. When he gazed towards Blaine, his fluffy eyebrow arched a couple inches, almost as daring Blaine to look away.
"Kurt. You're here!" A already tipsy woman yelled, reeling towards the man direction, her hips swaying more than ever necessary, as a smile crept on hers thin lips.
"I'm here, Morgan, I told you I would. Congrats in the promotion, by the way." His voice, so much higher and smooth than Blaine ever thought was possible, echoed through the wooden walls of the sad building.
Unfortunately, Blaine couldn't hear them anymore, qnd he was starting to fell like a creap staring at the man with tight pants.
Closing his eyes for just a second, the amber eyed man relaxed in his seat, feeling the music grown on his mind, noticing it was the same that Colin and Sol were sing a couple of days ago.
"Hey." A smooth voice echoed by his side, startling him to his core. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He opened his eyes, eyeing the man from a couple minutes prior - Kurt.
"Hey..." He responded, shifting his gaze to the man's body.
"I got you this drink, I didn't knew what you were drinking, but here." He said, placing a cup with golden liquid on it and rocky salt at the sides.
"Thank you, would you like to take a seat?" Blaine asked, nodding toward the empty seat by his side, as he took a sip of the new drink. "Wow that's strong." He grinned, eyes wide and a smirk on his lips.
"Sorry, I didn't know. I never got it, but you looked like you would enjoy it." He said as seating on the empty seat, smiling at Blaine, who turned his head to face him. "I'm Kurt "
"Blaune. And it's a pleasure to meet you. So, what are you doing here in a boring wendnesday night?"
"Oh, you know, congratulating my coworker on the spot she took from me, nothing big." His smile was bitter as the drink, eyes cold as the winter and voice smooth as a music.
"I'm sorry, that sucks."
"Yeah, but I can't stay mad, you know. Tomorrow is another day, or whatever."
"So, what do you do?"
"I'm a criminalist lawyer, but I also work at a shelter for LGBTQIA+ teens."
"Wow, that's amazing. You should be proud."
"I am, and thank you. But, what do you do?"
"I'm an embryologist and the owner of a small fertilization clinic. But I'm also a researcher in the chromosomal syndromes field."
"I didn't understand half of it, but I bet you're like, really smart and important and stuff." Kurt said with a mini grin, earning a smirk from Blaine, who throw his head backwards, laughing.
"Thank you, I bet you're smart and stuff, too." He said, his face lightening as he heard the lyrics from the new song. "Oh my I love this song!"
"Do you wanna dance?"
Maybe because of the three whisky cups he had, or maybe because his heart haven't accelerated like that in years, he nodded. Placing his hand in Kurt's, feeling the smooth damp skin against his, he let the taller man guide him towards the small dance floor.
Kurt's face, now only a couple inches away from his, shone against the golden light of the dimly lit environment. His eyes, ever icy and bright, were a mess of colors, were it blue, or green? Or even grey? Blaien couldn't tell, but he liked the way those waves of feelings rushed against the warm hazel of his iris.
So they danced.
The taller man had placed one of his hands on the small of Blaine's back, guiding the smaller from side to side. Their hips were close together, Anderson could almost feel the black fabrics against his pants. The music was loud, his breath was hot, their eyes were so full of feelings and alcohol.
Kurt had a beautiful smile, his big lips so full and red from the alcohol, his teeth white as snow, perfectly aligned, formating the most sexy and precious smile Blaine had ever seen.
Smirking, Blaine slowly grinded his hips with the other, fixing his eyes at the man's reaction. His skin was in fire, he felt hot and sweaty and tight in his clothes. He felt powerful, but weak to his bones at the same time.
Kurt had placed his hands more firmly at Blaine's hips, making him still on his feet, as he dove his face closer, so, so closer to the older one.
Blaine could smell his cologne, it was sweet and sytric, almost as a bath of orange and strawberry, it was addicting and delicious. Their eyes, locked in place, searched for something, anything, at the latter one face, but he didn't knew what he was looking for.
"You're so hot." Kurt said, relaunching his stubble with Blaine's, feeling the roughness against his porcelain skin. hir lips, so close and so far at the same time, murmur as he stared into Blaine's golden eyes. "I could totally kiss you right now." He said, approaching his lips to Blaine's cheeks.
"So why won't you?" Blaine asked at last, feeling the hard and wet and hot mess of Kurt's lips against his before he could think of anything else.
And there they were, two men in the middle of a empty dance floor, kissing roughly for anyone to see. There was a Woolf whistle somewhere, but Blaine couldn't give a duck in the moment.
His hips kept swaying with the music, Kurt's hands still at the small of his back running towards his ass, squeezing the area while deepeneding the kiss, sliding his hot tongue against Blaine's parted lips. Blaine moaned, actually moaned, into the kiss, fisting Kurt's big and strong arms and neck, bringing him closer and closer.
"God you're so hot." Blaine heard himself say, never taking his lips away from Kurt's, grinding against the man's thighs.
"Says the man who's been grinding his cock against mine for minutes." The youngest smirked, placing one of his hands on Blaine's cheek, caressing the spot lightly, as his other hand continued groping his ass.
Their lips connected again, only this time it was harder and rougher. Their tongues fought for dominance, lips moving from one side to another, looking for contact, searching every single inch from the other.
"Let's go to my place." Kurt murmured, tracing a path up Blaien's neck, kissing the top of his Adam's apple, the area were Blaien was so sensitive.
Blaine should have neglected, he could easily stop it and go back to his place, it was definetly a mistake. He should go home and sober up, so he could work some more.
Only, he didn't.
"Yes."
Blaine couldn't tell if the drive took a couple minutes or an hour, but he couldn't care less. He grope at Kurt's cock during the whole drive, kissing his neck and murmuring on his ear the whole time (thing he was sure he would hate himself from saying in the morning).
Kurt would let a moan scape from time to time, only giving a reason for Blaien to keep doing it. Blaine didn't knew what happened to him, he wasn't like this, he wasn't for a long time, at least.
That's why you don't fucking drink during the week, stupid.
When they finally stopped, in the front of a apartment complex, Blaine grumbled. He'd have to behave decently while he had a fucking hard-on, otherwise he'd provide a show for Kurt's neighbors.
"I know. But don't worry, I live in the second floor." The younger one said, smiling sweetly before kissing Blaiens on the lips. "Just one more minute, and I'll take care of you." He said with a rough and serious voice, sending chills to Blaine's spine.
"You better."
After a couple minutes trying to get out of the car but not wanting to stop kissing, they finally were in the reception. Kurt's building concierge - Peter - giving them a knowing smirk as they passed by. Unfortunately, there was a couple at the elevator with them, so Blaiens wasn't able to press his cock against Kurt's tights, nor could he kiss the life out of the man.
Once out of the elevator, mumbling good nights to the couple in there, they were against each other again. They They wandered toward Kurt's apartment, the first on the left, kissing and groping any scraps of flesh or tissue along the way. Upon entering the apartment - after a long and painful searching for the keys, they entered the apartment, Blaine's shirt already halfway open.
"Nice tattoo." Said Kurt amused, eyeing the angel wings and the bird more to the right, not taking long before licking the whole area.
"Uh- than-thanks." Blaiens said, throwing her head back, allowing Kurt greater access, who took advantage of the situation and spread kisses, bites and teasing licks around the place.
Blaine eagerly started to take Kurt's shirt off, sliding his hands ever so gently on the man's chest.
With each kiss, Blaine's mind got more heavier and intoxicated, he was lost in the sensation of finally having someone, a man, making him feel that way again.
Before he could reason what he was doing, he threw Kurt in the wall and attacked his neck and chest, grinding his cock against the Kurt's,hearing him moan beautifully beneath his touch.
"You're so sultry." The man said between moans, extending his back when Blaine sucked one of his nipples.
The room was so heated, every touch felt like flames in his skin, the touches were passionates and intense, the ski so sensitive and thin and so delicious to feel.
Before they knew it, they were on Kurt's bedroom, with only Blaine's boxers separating them.
Kurt's cock was thick and heavy on Blaine's hand, but so right and good and smooth that the man couldn't stay away. He was pumping Kurt for a while now, feeling heated every time the man would moan or mumble with each touch, so hard and so intoxicated and all because of Blaine.
"I wanna you inside of me so much, you have no idea." Blaine said, biting at Kurt's earlobe.
"Só Let me fuck you."
"If you're like this with my hand, imagine what it will be like when it's my ass. Dint hold back, do you hear me? I wanna remember how fucking great it was having you inside me for days."
"I'm going to do you hard, don't worry." Was all Kurt said before taking Blaine's boxers away.
If it was another moment, if Blaiens wasn't already lost on the feeling, he would remember of feeling embarrassed, but now, in the middle of the night, with Kurt between his legs as he smirked down Blaine's dick, he could bring himself to feel ashamed and regret it.
"God you're so beautiful." Kurt said, lowering his head a few inches, now so close to Blaine's length, that the shorter one could feel the hot breath on the head, shivering at the cool feeling. "So beautiful." He repeated himself, placing the tip on his mouth as Blaiens lost the control of his movements.
There was a small movement on the bed, and then a dry sound of a plastic cap opening, being followed by the cool feel of a finger on his rim.
"Holy fuck!" Blaine yelped, seeing stars as he felt the finger massage his rim with small cirl es, as Kurt's mouth kept going deeper and deeper on his length.
"If you want to stop, at any time, you can say and I'll. Okay?" Kurt took his mouth off of Blaine's cock for a brief moment, with a pop sound echoing in the room, waiting for a answer.
"Uhum." Blaine couldn't say anything at the moment, trying to get used to the feeling of another man's finger inside of him again.
When his mouth was back to Blaine's tip, licking and sucking that region, Kurt deepened his finger a inch or two, loving the way Blaine's legs collapsed.
Soon, one dinner became two, and when it became three, Blaine went actually crazy.
"Holly hell Kurt! Rig-right there! Dint you fucking dare stop." He yelled when Kurt switched angles, Tucking his fingers inside Blaine, who went stir crazy.
Happy with his new discovery, Kurt started to Tease the spot gently. He would almost touch the place, sending Blaine crazy, but never touching it the way the shorter one wanted - he didn't want Blaien to come with his fingers.
"I'm ready."
Kurt nodded, taking his mouth away from Blaine's length, with a spit line attached to his flushed lips, the hottest image Blaine had ever seen.
Kurt attached his lips against Blaine's again, driving his tongue slowly against Blaine's, a mess of a kiss, Blaiens hands locked in Kurt's neck and shoulder, squeezing as he felt the tip os Kurt's cock covered in condoms on his entrance.
It had been so long.
His eyes rolled backwards as he felt the agonizing pain grown on his ass, but he didn't want it to stop, he couldn't bring himself to ask for it.
So he tried to relax, trying to focus on the kiss, or even on Kurt's hand on him, searching for the pleasure against the pain.
"Tell me when you're ready for me to move." Kurt said, after trying to push a inch more, but stopping as Blaine flinched.
"I'm sorry, it's just I haven't done it in a while."
"There's no need to be sorry for, cutie." The man winked, biting on the flesh of Blaine's neck, smoothing the area with his tongue afterwards, tasting the tan silky skin.
After a minute or two, Blaine started to push Kurt in his entrance, moaning at the stretch feeling.
"God you're so fucking tight." The taller one said, thrusting a couple inches inside, almost entirely covered by Blaine's rim.
He backed up a few inches, thrusting back with a certain pressure, loving the way Blaine's back arched and the sound he made.
There was a sea of pleading sounds coming from both of their mouths, with every thrust, every lick, every slide, their minds were fuzzy and a hot mess, as they only could think and ask for more.
Kurt's pace got harder and quicker, changing angles at every thrust as he searched for Blaine's spot.
It was a hot aroused mess, their hands everywhere and nowhere at all.
Blaine yelled at certain point, completely lost on the feeling, on the pleasure, on Kurt's hard cock hitting his prostate again and again, harder and harder every time.
"You're so fucking hot." Kurt groaned, literally groaned, as he squeezed the base of Blaine's length, hitting the same spot again and again, watching Blaine turn into a complete mess, as he came to his climax.
"Kurt!" His voice was so rough and different from it'd normal sound, as he came undone, his come shouting against Kurt's and his chest.
Kurt thrusted through his climax, hitting his prostate in a different peace, searching for relief himself. It only take a couple of thrusts for his legs start to shiver and his eyes to roll to the back of his head, as he came hard on the latex protection.
Kurt kissed Blaine again, only this time it was a tired mess, before getting out of bed and walking towards the door attached to the bedroom, probably the bathroom. He came back with a small wet cloth, cleaning Blaien as the man tried to recover from the best climax he had in years.
"Damn."
Kurt snorted at that, rolling his eyes as the older one wrapped his body in the white covers, flinching when he adjusted his hips.
"I have a lotion, if you want. And I'm sorry."
"Oh don't be, it was freaking good. I'm just- I'm gonna go?"
"You can stay, if you want, it's dark and late and you don't have your car with you... I don't think it's the best option." Kurt said nervously, blue eyes wide open.
"Right, sure... Thanks."
They fell asleep after a couple minutes, one next to the other, limbs and arms enrolled together. Both of their faces, now peacefully resting, only a shadow of the mature looks of hours ago, showing how young they still were.
Kurt had the best night of sleep he could remember of, with the soft and aroused smell of a male, a hot adult man by his side, feeling protected and comfortable and cozy.
Only, for in the morning, he be alone on his room, with the side next to him already cold.