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He was starting to get uneasy under the older male’s scrutinizing eyes. The gaze almost felt ravening. But he was not Kurt Hummel if he can’t stand his ground, with his chin tilted up just enough to look unperturbed. The man in front of him was currently sitting on the deep maroon leather armchair, with one of his legs dangling in his cross-legged position, he looked like he actually was sitting on a throne.
One of his elbows was rested on the armrest, propping his head of curls with a finger tapping against his chin repeatedly as he gave Kurt another once over. The room was illuminated with warm white lights, bright enough for Kurt to be able to make out the sliver of an approving smirk blooming on his face.
**
After college didn’t work out for him, Kurt decided to take a turn, a big one, in which required him to forget trying out to get a degree entirely. He’d tried and tried again but clearly, college just wasn’t for him, and he had only so much youth to waste more time pursuing what wasn’t meant to be. He’d been passively involved in some local theatre production, which was quite an experience, if not a great one, since he met a bunch of clones of talentless version of Rachel Berry than he’d like in his lifetime, it gave him worse headache than handling with the real one, which he really didn’t need on top of their lack of appreciation towards his distinctive voice and range. He’d also had small jobs here and there since his singing didn’t get him to pay the rent, let alone his shopaholic propensity, but even after he had adjusted his lifestyle to what standardized broke dropoutee would deem modest, the money ran out, it was difficult to even afford the essentials.
Coming across the job as a full-time maid, was like the universe had opened the opportunity door just for him. The salary almost had Kurt’s mouth wetting his bed. He didn’t have any sort of experience in the domestic work field, but he gave it a try anyway, it was nothing he can’t just wing. His own $250 apartment room in this sketchy building which had been a dump when Kurt first stepped in, was actually now quite nice and clean to live in after Kurt had cast some strenuous magic and lighted some perfumed candle for as long as he’d lived in it, so Kurt essentially had quite a knack on that. And he’d always been a great cook, surely he’d get the job.
**
If Kurt hadn’t been so certain of that, he certainly would by now. The interview went smoothly, not only that, it seemed that he and his future boss were actually getting along since the conversation soon turned to banter. He was confident that there was no way this man wouldn’t hire him right here right now.
“What do you think about staying here?” The man, who had introduced himself as Blaine, asked almost out of the blue, almost as if it was an afterthought.
Kurt blinked, processing the words, eyes scanning around his surrounding. He let his lips twitch into a small smile, imagining to be the propriety of all of this gorgeous view of Central Park and New York skyscrapers around them, and he was positive he would lose his breath to see this apartment at night with all the city lights, all to himself, and perhaps he was not there yet, that for now he should be content on having to share this with the gorgeous man in front of him. He allowed an involuntary longing sigh to slip past his lips, “I think it would absolutely be a dream. I will buy one of these places on my own someday…” He confessed in a low breathy voice, as if Kurt couldn’t contain the truth to spill out his mouth.
The shorter of the two males chuckled, prompting Kurt to rise a brow at that. Was he being degrading? Although the laugh sounded sweet and the smile on his face looked genuine.
Wow, his potential boss was really, absolutely, hot. Kurt had noticed that, of course, since he’d first landed eyes on the male’s warm honey ones, and the expand of his tan skin across those arms, then those inviting curls that Kurt really wanted to touch… He only acquiesce to his own realization until just barely, but he needed to be a professional if he really wanted this job and this man had looked dead serious, downright intimidating, that was before the ice had been broken with little quips Kurt’d made during the interview.
“I’m sure you will.” He said kindly, Kurt was glad to find no mockery in it. “Tell you what, I think I’d like it better if you stayed here as a live-in-maid. I’ll pay you twice as much your initial salary now.”
Kurt would’ve been a fool to reject such a deal.
**
The was a buoyancy in Kurt’s feet as he made his way to the spacious and extravagant elevator, everything looked so… showy, here, Kurt had thought. He wasn’t complaining, after all it felt like the world problem was ending for Kurt, no more stressing over money, and the cherry on top, this place was his home, now.
He should’ve known nothing was handed this easily.
Blaine looked dashing in his light brown suit, the color sparked that gorgeous eyes of his to look luminous, and his tan skin smooth under the warm light. He looked tired, but agreeably handsome. Locks of curls out of its gelled confine, the crow feet that were visible as he smiled at Kurt once he opened the door for him, worked favorably to his charm. It was hard to remember he was a real human and not some figure who had just stepped out of a classical Hollywood movie.
The man guided Kurt to his impressive living room, to discuss their living arrangement. Kurt had moved out of his old apartment and had all his stuff –which wasn’t that plenty since he’d reluctantly sold some of his valuable stuff– sent to his new address during the day. He was right. This penthouse looked like it was straight out of his daydream.
“Oh, and one more thing,” Blaine said, facing Kurt one more time on his way to show Kurt his new room. He turned to grab the silver box which Kurt had noticed since he’d first plopped his butt down on the sturdy leather couch. Blaine took a few steps back to Kurt and handed the box.
Kurt lifted a brow in question but Blaine only gestured for him to take it. Kurt did wordlessly, the older male ordered him to open and Kurt did just that. His eyes were blown wide at the sight of what the box held inside.
“Uhm, wha–“
“I want you to wear it.” Blaine interrupted.
Kurt resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his new boss, “This?” He ran his fingers over the material of the uniform, it felt really nice to the touch, Kurt knew his fabric.
Now it was Blaine’s turn to try not to roll his eyes at this beautiful young thing. “No, the box.” He submitted to the urge, rolling his eyes, “Yes, that.”
Kurt pressed his lips together, biting back amusement and comebacks at the tip of his tongue at his new boss’ sass. He was about to open his mouth to speak when again, Blaine interrupted.
“Just on the clock, when you’re in service of me.” He said, gesturing with his hand to the box.
That was when Kurt felt something by his leg. He ambled backward once he saw the huge German shepherd sniffing his leg with its snout. It was half Kurt’s height as it bent its head to study Kurt’s shoe. Kurt took another step back, out of surprise more than anything, and the dog followed. Kurt figured the dog must be friendly so he tried to pet it, but the animal suddenly jumped on him, nearly knocking him over. Kurt took another step back just in time for him to drop his butt on the couch, the giant dog easily mounted him and licked his face incessantly, eliciting shrieks and giggles out of Kurt.
Blaine gave a half–suppressed laugh, “Oh, I forgot to tell you that I will also need you to walk Bruce once a day.”
Kurt was out of breath from laughing, trying to catch his breath and take control of the animal as he stroked Bruce’s back in an attempt to calm him down, it didn’t quite do what Kurt had hoped since he was still adamantly nuzzling trying to eat Kurt’s face. “I didn’t see him when I first got here.” He mumbled, attempting to cup the dog’s face with his hands.
Blaine knew he should probably help and pull Bruce away from the boy, but bad as it might sound, he enjoyed watching him adorably struggle to control his giant monster. “My brother was taking him out for a walk when I interviewed you.” He squinted his eyes a little when a realization hit him, something he should’ve asked during the interview, “You’re not allergic to dogs, are you?” He sounded warier than he’d like to sound.
“No,” The younger shook his head, missing the relief on Blaine’s face, “Hey!” Kurt half yelped, half laughed when Bruce crowded him and nipped at his shirt. Blaine only stepped in to pull his dog away when he heard some fabric had been ripped, taking pity on the boy.
Blaine stroked under the animal’s neck, he was submissive under his owner’s hand. Kurt was aware of the older male’s eyes on him as he tucked in his ripped shirt fruitlessly, his chest had been exposed. Dang, it was one of what was left of his favorites.
“Good thing I have that uniform made for you. Comes in handy now.” Blaine’s voice was playful, so were his eyes. As if Kurt didn’t have any other clothes to change to!
As much as he’d like to scoff at his words, and ask how he figured Kurt’s size out, Kurt just shrugged his shoulders and took the box with him, impatient to get dressed to something preferably not ripped and proper. He excused himself and went into his new bedroom.
**
Kurt stared at himself in the mirror, completely aghast. He was in this French style maid uniform, a size or two smaller, very feminine and– revealing, and not at all proper. He wondered what was the purpose of this fabric at all if it was barely covering the thing in his body that needed to be covered, like the round globes of his ass. He turned his hips right and left, crouching in front of the mirror and there it was, his pussy was for all the world to see.
He wasn’t complaining, really. He got to live in a penthouse on the Upper East Side of Manhattan and made a good wage after all. Plus, the fabric felt like a soft caress against his skin and he looked sort of amazing in this uniform, if he said so himself.
Kurt reveled in the knowledge that his new boss seemed to think so as well, if his smirk and the way his pupils darkened, or the way he licked his lips at the sight of Kurt was anything to go by.
**
Surely getting the chores done was more challenging when it was this four bedrooms and three bathrooms penthouse you were taking care of. The balcony overlooking the city was spacious and yes, while it was nice to have all this space compared to where he was living before, where he needed to cramp up with some books or clothes in his bed, the space wasn’t very kind to the person who was in charge to clean and make sure everything was in place in the house.
Still, he wasn’t complaining. His queen-sized bed and his own city view in his small room –small being compared to the other rooms, it was still three times the size of his old apartment room– was like his rewards at the end of the day. He adjusted just fine with his new living arrangement, too well, perhaps, especially since Blaine allowed him to feel at home in his place, that he was granted access to use all the fancy facilities in the penthouse.
He’d had his eyes on the marble jacuzzi in the open balcony for weeks now, there were times when Kurt had served Blaine some floating breakfast while he was taking a relaxing morning bath in the bowl–like tub, and he wished he could just jump in with him, or pretend that Bruce had accidentally knocked him and sent him into the tub, with all the amount of times the huge dog had jumped on Kurt, it might be a believable excuse, and now that he was wet and slippery and his legs won’t budge to leave the tub, can’t he just stay and relax until the rescue come get him?
He knew he could just jump in the tub anytime Blaine was at work, but he’d been mostly working from his home office as Kurt had just gathered enough courage to use the jacuzzi, then it just felt off to do it on his own, on somebody else’s tub, it made him feel like he was a squatter despite how at home he felt. Doing it while Blaine was around was also a little nerve-wracking, it seemed like Blaine was always uncomfortably close and watching his every move.
Someday, Kurt thought, he’d be brave enough or finally have the penthouse for a few hours to himself where he can finally get in that luxurious tub.
“Beautiful, right?”
The warm and deep, now familiar voice shook Kurt out of his trance, looking up at Blaine who was relaxing in the said hot tub with jet streams that looked like it will loosen all the knots in your body, gurgling against his glistening tan skin. The sun was setting in the horizon and the sky was purplish orange, it was as if this was a calling for the city to wake up and light up the town on its own.
He nodded, eyes glued to the view far away, “Yeah, I can never get enough of this view.”
Blaine chuckled, it was raspy yet light, “So can’t I.” He turned his attention to Kurt, “Does that mean that I don’t have to worry about you quitting and buying your own penthouse anytime soon?”
A corner of Kurt’s lips was upturned to a small smirk, there was a glint in his eyes, “Tempting, but no, not anytime soon. So you can relax.” He leaned down to pet Bruce who was sitting with his tongue lolling out of his snout, “Besides, who’s gonna take this big guy out for his daily walk?” It seemed like he didn’t even realize he had spoken in this funny voice, Blaine noticed, a voice he’d often use to talk to his dog. It was back to his normal high-pitched voice and Blaine knew his words were meant for him, “I know you don’t have the time for that.”
Blaine’s eyes had been drawn to the expanse of skin of his thighs, eyes scanning up to those fat round cheeks spilling from under his scant skirt. It took some effort to take his eyes off what was being displayed and drag them back up to the boy’s face, and upon having caught staring by the owner of those delicious-looking ass, Blaine sent him a sliver of smirk. It almost went by unnoticed with the lack of illumination as the sky turned deep dark blue above them. “Hmm, not true. I just enjoy seeing him dragging you around.”
Kurt rolled his eyes as he let out a chuckle, shrugging off the fact that he was blushing, now why the hell was he blushing?!
“Of course you’d find that to be entertaining.” He threw a glance the older male’s way. “Do you always find entertainment in other people’s misery?”
“Not always,” Blaine didn’t miss how Kurt arched one of his perfect brows, prodding him to continue, Blaine did. “Just yours.” He said with a dorky grin playing on his lips.
Kurt gasped at that, “What have I gotten myself into. I knew this job was too good to be true! My boss is a complete psycho.”
No, Kurt wasn’t afraid of being fired, that was just how they talked.
Blaine hummed, playing along, enjoying their usual teasing exchange, “Hmm, there’s nowhere to go now, I know where you sleep.”
“So do I.” Kurt chuckled and rolled his eyes, there was a beat of silence before he continued, “But other than my misery,” His voice had a curious quality to it, “What else do you find entertaining? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do anything except work.”
“You’ve seen me eat. And work is entertaining.” Blaine argued, weakly, knowing well that he had received an eye roll from his pretty little maid, he didn’t mind. Maybe, he’d discipline the boy one day. Maybe.
“Sure,” Kurt replied in a knee–jerk response, with a little incredulous snort, “and sleep, and going to the bathroom. Other than that.”
Blaine smirked, “There’s a lot of entertaining stuff that can happen in the bathroom.”
Kurt’s face contorted to a grimace, “You think number one and number two are interesting stuff?”
“I’m talking about shower, and masturbating.”
Kurt pressed his lips together, refusing to blush, did his boss seriously just refer to himself masturbating in the bathroom?
“Yeah, it can be.” Kurt’s eyes widened, “I mean, shower. Shower is interesting, I like taking shower…”
Stop talking, Kurt Hummel!
“…And it can happen anywhere, I mean, the latter.” Kurt rambled, inwardly reprimanding himself for sounding the way he did. He stood his ground and stayed cool, holding his chin high although Blaine’s laughter was like a stomp to his confidence.
“Sure.” The man simply responded, he looked like he wanted to say more, he didn’t.
What in god’s name just happened?
Kurt can’t help it, but his cheeks were flushed, visuals he can’t help generating kept on generating on its own, invading and processing in his brain, making his blood rush south, he didn’t know how to stop the flow of images of Blaine, in all his wet and naked glory, supporting himself on the steamy glass of his shower stall, leaving a handprint shaped window while his other hand jerking relentlessly to pleasure himself, pulling on his erect cock skilfully, willing himself to spill against the wall. Kurt’s pussy gave a little throb at the image of his seeds painting across his red, beaten and used pu–
He was glad that the sun had set completely, the lighting on the balcony was minimum, and the only thing freeing him from having to think of a response was the doorbell, Mr. Moreau, one of the building’s receptionists was standing with a weekly box of fresh goods from the grocery store down the road. Then Kurt was busy restocking the fridge and the pantries.
**
Kurt might be naive, but he was not clueless. And it would be difficult to miss how Blaine’s bright eyes would diligently follow his movements as he worked around him. Then there was this look, Kurt would caught it plastered on his face every time he glanced over at his boss. It was inscrutable, yet it’d send shivers down Kurt’s spine, spurring him to want to crawl onto his lap instead of scrubbing the luminous floor. Kurt didn’t. He stayed a good boy and pretended Blaine wasn’t in the room, that his gaze hadn’t made him feel the yearning in between his legs.
**
Blaine tried, he really did, to concentrate on his newly purchased book, it was interesting, but what was more interesting was this guy in front of him, who was on his four scrubbing the porcelain surface. Well, to be specific, it was the milky white thighs, heart-shaped butt cheeks, and those fucking folds all completely on display for him. What seemed like a bright idea at first was now kind of backfired on him because this uniform, on this boy, was driving him insane, his cock begging for attention. Blaine knew what was hiding in–between those long and pretty legs, and he wanted in.
**
To say he felt like a squatter months ago, felt like a distant memory to him, for now he was eating some salad as he sat on top of the marble kitchen island counter, there were stools, but this way, he can watch the colors in the sky as the sun was setting into the other side of the world. He eyed the jacuzzi once again, but to get into the jacuzzi, he wanted to be fully naked, and now he was comfortable in his uniform while enjoying his greek salad and Blaine was about to come home any minute now.
Bruce was sitting by his left foot, looking up at Kurt with those saturated eyes, his way for getting what he wanted.
“There’s no meat in my salad.” Kurt said to the dog.
The look was resolute.
Kurt sighed, “You don’t like vegetables.” He said, firmly.
The dog straightened up on his four, tongue lolling out and his tail waggling, Kurt was sure he didn’t understand what he’d just said.
“Feta cheese, then?”
Bruce seemed to brighten up, his breathing was noisy with excitement.
“Just a piece, you can’t overeat. I don’t think you can rock being obese.” He handed a small cube bite to the dog, which was gone in a second. The look in the dog’s eyes suggested he wanted more.
“Nope, no more. Just a piece, remember? Oomph!” Kurt shrieked as the dog jumped up to him, he held the bowl higher in one hand and was thankful for the height of the counter he was sitting on, Kurt was sure this wouldn’t work if he was on his own feet, “Hey! Down, sit down!”
The dog obeyed, but now lapping on Kurt’s bare knee, the boy giggled and pulled his knee back, “Stop, it tickles!”
Bruce thought otherwise, it seemed. He followed, a rough tongue finding its way to the skin of his inner thigh, and his muzzle was pressing against his clit.
Interested, the dog kept leaning forward as Kurt bit back the noises threatening to slip out of his lips.
“What are you guys doing?” Kurt heard the other voice in the room and quickly was about to push the dog away, but Bruce was quicker, turning his head at Blaine and running towards him. Blaine kneeled on one knee and petted his dog.
Kurt cleared his throat, taking deep breaths hoping to cool down his heated face, that was embarrassing. Why didn’t he push Bruce away in the first place?
“Just eating my salad.” Kurt sounded casual, he thought.
“There are three stools there, Kurt.” Blaine reproached.
Kurt rolled his eyes but obeyed, sliding off the counter and taking one of the stools, “I was watching the sunset.”
“You can sit on the couch.” Blaine responded, placing his leather bag on the counter and pulling a glass for water.
“I don’t like the couch.” Kurt answered simply, shrugging his shoulders as he put a forkful of salad into his mouth.
Blaine lifted one of his comical brows behind the glass, he finished the whole content and went to refill it. “I love my couch, it’s the best faux leather sofa I could find, imported straight from Florence.”
“Hmm, I’m sure it’s very expensive. I still don’t like it.” Kurt felt Bruce's soft fur against his leg, he pressed against him.
“So you prefer the cold counter to the couch?”
Kurt looked up at him again and ate, barely nodding, “Yes.”
“You’re a strange creature, Kurt Hummel.” He put a hold on his mission to hydrate, eyes boring into Kurt’s fondly.
Kurt grinned, “Thanks. I’ll take it as a compliment.” He heard Blaine chuckling, gulping his water and setting the cup into the sink. “Have you eaten?”
Blaine nodded.
“Oh, I figured. It’s quite late. But there’s some salad in the fridge if you’re feeling hungry later.”
“Thanks, you’re the best.”
“I know. You’re welcome.”
“Come on, Bruce.” He took his briefcase and proceeded to the master bedroom.
**
It was the weekend, and Blaine was usually working from home on weekends. Yes, he worked on weekends, which Kurt admired but at the same time also up against, but he wasn’t one to say. Kurt still had no clue what it was exactly Blaine did for a living, to earn every expensive asset he had at quite the young age of 32. Finance, Kurt assumed, or maybe he inherited a fortune from his parents, or for all he knew Blaine could be a part of some lethal mafia gang. Nah… Kurt thought, he was too sweet to be a part of something so sinister.
So here they were, in the warm open–plan living room. Blaine was nested on his dearest leather love–seat, nursing his glass of scotch in one hand while the other was busy typing away on a laptop perched precariously on his lap.
Kurt had been a little distracted because the sky was particularly pretty today, the sun was setting and he needed to start whipping up dinner soon. He had a lot going on in his head as he considered what to cook for Blaine for dinner, he wanted to make something rewarding. All the while as his hand tried to reach up high to dust the shelves.
Which to Blaine’s delight, he can stare all he wanted at that ass. The specifically designed skirt to be barely even there rode up his milky white thighs to spill those fat cheeks Blaine loved so much. He sipped his liquor slowly, eyes never leaving Kurt’s legs, he wondered what the boy had in mind, he looked so far away. Blaine knew it wasn’t some money problem, Blaine had made sure of it, that Kurt was secure financially for as long as Kurt didn’t start a gambling addiction. Was it a someone? Blaine also knew about Kurt’s dad, and his garage, his wife who Kurt had played cupid with the intention of getting closer to her straight son who Kurt had had a crush on in high school. Blaine had found it to be amusing, had teased him until Kurt looked like a boiled crab.
Other than that, he’d never mentioned a boyfriend, a lover or anything, he’d told him in one conversation they had over pizza dinner; “Currently not my life goal. I’ll always be a hopeless romantic, I can’t not be even if I tried, I think that’s how my DNA was encrypted,” the boy had glanced at Blaine and had chuckled coyly, “It’s silly, I know.” He’d added with his cheeks flushed. Blaine had been quick to respond, “It’s not silly.”
Blaine had a hard time comprehending, sometimes, how a gorgeous young person such as him could be so responsible, so much unlike himself in his early twenties, where his concerns had been boys that would come and go, leaving him satisfied –or not– in his bed.
He knew he can demand to know what was in the brunette’s mind, and Kurt would eagerly tell him all about it, and Blaine would be in for a good time. But for now, those long legs won over his curiosity.
**
Blaine was thoroughly frozen to his spot. He had lowered his empty glass of scotch on the coffee table –on a coaster by Kurt’s constant encouragement–, lest dropping it to the floor and having Kurt had to crawl in front of him to clean the mess. He didn’t trust himself enough to let the boy any near his dangerous vicinity. He didn’t even trust himself now that Kurt was at least ten feet away from him across the room, completely on his four with his legs spread and his ass and that damn pussy of his on view for all New York to see. No panties.
Well, just him, and probably Bruce if the guy even cared. Blaine managed to glance around to find his buddy, but quickly averted his eyes back on Kurt when he couldn’t, he didn’t want to miss a thing.
He was aware of his very own problem, the elephant in his pants, tenting proudly and painfully against the zipper of his trousers. He shifted uncomfortably to conceal it from Kurt’s view as best he can, though the boy looked like he was all alone in this room, just him and the luminous floor that needed to be scrubbed. Blaine can faintly hear the song he was humming under his breath if he strained his ears enough. The Beatles, Blaine recognized.
He was carried away for some moment before thoughts, very, very dirty thoughts about his handsome young maid entered his mind, making his cock jump in excitement against his briefs. He pressed a palm on the bulge, in hope to calm it down but he only craved more pressure from the slight touch.
Kurt crawled forward, still pleasuring Blaine with the view, one of his knees was on the floor, right under his stomach while the other leg was stretched straight, that goddamn leg. If only the circumstances were different, that Kurt was specifically posing that way for him, waiting on his plush bed, naked and ready to take him however Blaine would give him, and he knew how he’d like to give the boy, so many nights with unsatisfactory laid, led to endless fantasies of him fucking his pretty little maid at home, wide-eyed and so unexpecting. Blaine wondered how loud he can make him scream.
Everything happened at once then, as Blaine’s mind finally caught up with the sight in front of him. First, Bruce came out of nowhere, almost sprinting towards Kurt and stuck his lengthy snout to Kurt’s ass. The boy yelped and dropped on his butt on the floor, Blaine didn’t laugh out of sympathy. He didn’t quite know what happened next but Kurt’s legs were sprawled out, giving Bruce easy access to dive in for more, to graze against his clit, and that was what did it. Kurt let out a moan, one that would be engraved to Blaine’s mind forever, and he would not repeat this to anyone but then Blaine came in his pants, like a teenager, so fucking embarrassing.
The boy slapped his mouth shut at the noise he had let slip past his rosy lips, eyes wide as saucers directed at Blaine, there was shame in his eyes. If only he knew. Kurt scrambled to shut his legs, cheeks flushed crimson, Blaine was lucky to have the darker skin complexion. He watched the brunette pick himself up and race back into his room. And then it went real quiet.
Not in Blaine’s head, it was frantic trying to process all the emotions at once, he assumed it was the same for Kurt. Well, that was certainly awkward. He hoped Kurt wasn’t contemplating quitting the job while he was inside that room of his right now.
Bruce was now by his feet, there was a sense of pride and satisfaction in him, not because of the cum soaked pants he had on right now, he would know. It was of Bruce. He’d never thought about it but now ideas, inappropriate ideas, won’t stop presenting themselves to him. It was like a revelation. He’d like to see Bruce trying to get what he wished he’d get from Kurt, the animal had been closer to Kurt than Blaine ever had and he was not bitter about it.
“I knew you had great taste.” He said to the dog, fingers stroking under his neck. Of course Blaine had to treat Bruce to his favorite snack after that.