Pairing: Klaine
Warnings: Buttsex, and pornographic posing?
Summary: Blaine wants Kurt to be his personal Bunny, but Kurt is feeling unsure.
Second part to
thisThe mansion was absolutely enormous. It was richly decorated in deep reds, and bright golds, with weaving patterns on the walls and rugs. The furniture looked expensive and comfortable. The ceiling was high, and carried a large chandelier. Kurt’s eyes went wide, trying to take it all in. Quinn stood next to him, reading his reaction and smiling. She had always enjoyed watching people see the mansion for the first time.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Doesn’t even begin to describe it.”
“Thanks, I worked hard on it.”
That voice wasn’t Quinn, and it was farther off. Kurt turned to see a handsome young man, with slicked-back black hair, and a bright smile. He wore a maroon smoking jacket, with his hands in his pockets, leading against the doorway off to Kurt’s left.
“You’re Kurt.” The man stated.
Kurt recognized that voice.
“You’re Mr. Anderson.”
Blaine Anderson just huffed out a laugh as he straightened up and walked over to Kurt. “Please, call me Blaine.”
“Blaine.” Kurt repeated, breathless and smiling.
Blaine was absolutely gorgeous. Without introduction, Kurt would have thought he was one of the bunnies. He was shorter than Kurt, but not by enough to matter. His jaw line was masculine and had just a slight peppering of stubble. His eyes were big and golden hazel. And then Kurt noticed Blaine’s proffered hand. Kurt quickly took it, and shook it, silently willing his heart to stop pounding so hard. Blaine gripped Kurt’s hand after the shake, and led him from the living room, to the dining room. Kurt had to remember it was dinner time, and yes, he was actually pretty hungry.
“Quinn will take your bags to your hotel, while we eat and discuss things.” Blaine explained, smiling warmly as he pulled out a seat for Kurt.
Kurt hadn’t stopped smiling, looking over to Quinn, who’d followed them into the room. She nodded to him, winked, and left. Blaine sat down on the opposite end of the table, only about five feet from Kurt.
“So, you’re Blaine Anderson.” Kurt finally blurted, after too long a silence.
“Yes.”
“Um, thanks for choosing me, by the way.”
“It was my pleasure, really.”
“Oh, okay…”
“Kurt.”
“Yes.”
“Are you nervous?”
“Um, actually, yes. A bit.”
“Why?”
“Because you invited me here.”
Blaine puts his elbows on the table, lacing his fingers together, studying Kurt.
“And?”
“And… Um…”
“You are aware what this tends to mean?”
“I was informed, yes.”
“And?”
“Uh… And… Well, obviously, I’m honored…”
“But?”
“But… Uh…” Kurt shifted in his seat, wringing his hands under the table.
“Kurt, you know this is simply an offer. You are not being forced to accept. I would simply like to take you out, get to know you. You interest me.”
“Oh, okay. That’s not too bad.” Kurt stuttered out.
“You… you’ve never done this before, have you?”
Kurt looked up at Blaine suddenly, and his warm hazel eyes were kind and pleased.
“N-no…”
“You’ve never had a boyfriend?”
At this, Kurt’s cheeks turned pink.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
The food came in then, saving Kurt from further embarrassment. The subject was changed, to scheduling and photo shoots, and an interview. They talked about his hotel, and his life in Ohio. They talked about what he planned to do in New York. Blaine was surprised that Kurt was using the this opportunity to begin his life there. When given the subject of New York, and his plans, he didn’t need further provocation; he talked about everything, almost non-stop. And Blaine didn’t seem to mind in the least.
Eventually, dinner came to an end, and Blaine kissed Kurt’s hand good night, sending him off with Quinn, to his hotel.
~*~
“And why are you not in his bed right now?”
“I don’t know! Actually, I do…” Kurt curled up onto his side, phone smushed between his face and the pillow. “I’m scared. Because this is my first real relationship.”
Mike made and understanding noise into the phone.
“But, like…” Kurt started, rubbing the soft sheets on his hotel bed, “He’s really nice. And, you know, super rich. And… well, he’s going to see me naked tomorrow anyway I think…”
“Oh, they’re doing the photoshoot? Is he gonna be there?”
“I think so.”
“And you’re nervous.”
“Of course.”
Another thoughtful hum.
“Well, if he asks you out on a date, and not a fuck after that, then that’s a step in the right direction, right?”
Kurt thought about it, “Yeah, I guess.”
“Now, Kurt, don’t get self-conscious. You know you’re hot. And I know you know how to work it.”
“…Yeah… Thanks…”
When they hang up, Kurt just relaxes into his big, expensive bed. He thinks about what he is being offered, and by who, and how it makes him feel. Nervous, mostly. But there’s that sharp feeling of excitement. Because Blaine Anderson, the man that has to look at cock all day, wants Kurt. Sarcastic, overly-flamboyant Kurt.
Maybe this idea wasn’t so awful…
~*~
“Okay, now, tease us a bit, give us the tip, that’s it, perfect, yeah…” The photographer instructed, moving about and taking pictures from different angles.
Kurt was posing against a wall, wearing only jeans that were slowly being worked off his body. Blaine and a few others were watching behind where the camera was flashing. Kurt made the effort to ignore them, and focus on where the camera was and what looked good.
“Okay, now play with your hair and you just us more of a taste, pull down the zipper…”
Kurt carded his hand slowly through his hair, throwing his head back a bit as he thrust his hips forward and pulled the zipper down, exposing about an inch of his half-hard cock. He was ever-grateful that he was a bit of an exhibitionist.
“Perfect, now get a little demanding, a little rough.”
He grabbed at his bulge, sending a dominating vibe towards the camera.
“Oh yeah, that’s right. You tell them what to do. Show them what you want.”
He slides his pants down his hips, focusing on not looking over to see if Blaine was watching and what his expression was. He slid his tight jeans down his hips, and stroked himself quickly to get fully hard. He displayed it with his eyes demanding and strong, almost snarling. He gripped the base of his cock, putting on his superior look tilting the head toward the camera lens.
He was good at this. He knew how to do this.
~*~
“You worked that camera like your prison bitch, Kurt.”
Kurt twirled around to see Quinn’s smiling face. He was growing to love this woman.
“Oh, thank you. You saw that?”
Quinn just nodded and sat down on a chair neck to the makeup station. Kurt was changing into his own clothes, mostly naked, and Quinn simply watched passively.
Then she spoke up, calmly, quietly, “You know, he’s a real gentleman.”
Kurt didn’t look up.
“I know.”
“And he’s serious about this. He doesn’t take these things lightly.”
Kurt stops for a second.
“He’s done this before?”
Quinn nods again.
Kurt blinks a couple times. Suddenly, Blaine Anderson is just that bit more intimidating.
“Kurt.” Quinn called, getting his attention, and standing up to move over to him. “Don’t be scared. Just go out with him. Give him a chance. He’s really not that scary up close. He’s just another man, just like you.”
“Thank you.” Kurt replied, still gittery.
~*~
“Evicted? Why? Where are you living now?”
“With Mike and Puck, but they can’t have me here forever. My job fired me. I may… I uh may have to become a bunny. They’re hiring.”
Kurt growled. This was not good. This meant either Kurt got a job here in New York right wuick, or he had to move back over there to help his friend.
“I’ll think of something, Finn, just give me awhile.”
“Thank you so much, I’m so sorry-“
“It’s fine. I gotta go, Blaine’s picking me up any minute-“
There was a knock on the door.
“Shit, he’s here, I have to go. Okay, bye.”
Kurt set the phone on the hook, and grabbed his coat, quickly making it to the door.
“Hi.” Blaine rumbled, his voice low and actually kind of sexy.
“Hello.” Kurt replied, voice high and breathless.
“Were you busy? Did I come too early?”
He seemed to be questioning himself, as if he was nervous. Could he be nervous?
“No! It’s fine, I was just talking to someone from home.”
“Oh, uh, boyfriend?”
Kurt was closing the door, and locking it, but then broke out into a laugh.
“Oh, god, Finn? No. I mean, I used to, ages ago, I used to like him. But, no, never.”
Blaine looked relieved, and offered his arm. Kurt slipped his hand through it and smiled at Blaine.
“So where are we going tonight?” Kurt inquired.
“I was going to let you decide.”
“Hmm, I’ve been craving red meat lately, even if it’s not exactly the healthiest thing.” Kurt pondered.
Blaine simply directed Kurt to the car, and gave the driver directions. The ride was suddenly silent, as both men didn’t know what to say to the other to start a conversation. Kurt could see Blaine fidgeting with his hands in his lap, and the thought of Blaine Anderson being as nervous about this as Kurt was actually quite comforting.
“So, have you done this before?” Kurt suddenly asks.
The pink on his cheeks shows that he regrets blurting such a thing out. But Blaine actually seems a bit ashamed.
“Once or twice. Back when I was younger, and dumber. They didn’t work out.”
“And what makes you think we will?”
“Because you haven’t slept with me yet.”
This didn’t make sense to Kurt. Wouldn’t that be a bad sign, if any? Blaine seemed to understand, so he started to explain.
“Those others, they were after my money. They wanted me to buy things, and give them money. There was no attraction.” Blaine stated, and then added, “Not that I’m assuming anything, I mean, I don’t know if you…”
He just trailed off there, and it made Kurt laugh.
“You don’t have to worry, Mr. Anderson. You’re very attractive to me.” Kurt assured him.
Oh god, was he flirting?
He was flirting!
And Blaine was blushing!
“I said for you to call me Blaine.”
“I’m sure you prefer Mr. Anderson in bed.” Kurt flirted, before realizing what he said, and before he could freak out, he just made himself go with it, “Don’t you?”
Portray confidence. Guys liked confidence, right?
“Ah, I’ve never tried.” Blaine admitted, cheeks burning red.
When they arrived to the restaurant, the awkwardness had dissipated, and Blaine had been cracking witty jokes, making Kurt laugh out loud. He couldn’t even contain his giggles as they were brought to their table.
“Why are you making me embarrass myself, Blaine?” Kurt finally got out when the waitress left.
“Because I like your laugh. It’s quite nice.”
That took Kurt aback, and he immediately quieted, not sure what to think. Because here was Blaine Anderson, the man who was successful by selling other people’s bodies, who’s jib was to look at breasts, and cocks, and there he was, complimenting Kurt on his laugh. As if Kurt was the one that needed to be impressed. He wasn’t sure what to do with this. He’d never been properly wanted before. Yes, girls liked him, but more in an ‘oh you’re so pretty, and cute, oh, I love you cute little ears’ way. Never in the ‘your laugh is amazing and would you mind if you slept with me tonight’ way. This was all foreign to Kurt.
Blaine wanted him. And, as of about half an hour ago, Kurt had nothing to lose.
“So, after dinner, are you dropping me back at my hotel, or… is there a chance I’d be going to… your place?”
Blaine looked up suddenly from the menu.
“You mean it?” Blaine checked, “I mean, I’d hate to feel like I’m pressuring you into anything.”
“No, no, you’re not. I… I want to.” Kurt said.
It wasn’t a lie. He would love to be Blaine’s personal bunny. After talking to his friends about it, found out it was considered a huge honor. And Kurt honestly didn’t mind the thought of Blaine kissing him.
“Okay… what, uh, why the change of heart?”
“Well, I was just informed that I now don’t have anywhere to go, if I go home. I might as well take advantage of everything that’s being offered here. I mean, I’m not using you! I really like you and you’re amazing. And I was just nervous, when you first offered, because I had something to lose.”
Kurt shut up, realizing he had started babbling. Blaine just had a surprised look on his face.
“Well, that all makes sense I guess. But are you sure? You don’t have to sleep with me in order for me to help you.”
“Oh no, sex isn’t the problem. I’ve been ready for years. It’s everyone else that wasn’t ready…”
Blaine gave a puzzled look.
“You… you’re a virgin?” The end of that sentence kind of lilted up, and Blaine shifted in his seat.
Kurt nodded.
They never ate dinner at that restaurant.
~*~
The room was dark and Kurt didn’t know where anything was until the backs of his legs hit it. Eventually, he found the bed; huge and soft and fluffy. Blaine pushed him back, and was on top of him in an instant. Blaine’s lips kissed and sucked on Kurt’s neck, hands feeling Kurt’s body through his shirt. Kurt could feel that Blaine was already hard and pressed against him through their pants.
“Jesus, I’m sorry I made you wait do so long.” Kurt breathed out, pressing up to feel Blaine better.
He felt long and thick and perfect.
“No, no, don’t apologize. Waiting just makes it better. Oh god, I’ve wanted to do this since that interview in Ohio.” Blaine growled against Kurt’s neck, before lifting his head up to kiss Kurt.
Kurt took the opportunity to shift up on the bed, and kick his shoes off. Blaine followed, not parting their lips, doing the same with his shoes. Once Kurt was settled against the pillows, Blaine started in on the button’s of Kurt’s shirt. Kurt’s chest was naked before he could blink, and Blaine’s lips were licking and sucking on the skin. When Blaine found a nipple, Kurt’s body jolted, and Blaine looked up at him.
“Sensitive?”
“Apparently.”
Blaine went back to the nipple, licking and sucking, gently grazing it with his teeth. Kurt’s hips were twitching, and he had to grip the sheets of the beg in order to control himself. Blaine lifted off him, in order to get his own shirt off, and start on Kurt’s pants. They were tight, and a bit of a challenge, but Blaine got them off. Kurt was naked now, legs open and exposing all of him for Blaine. Kurt’s body, untouched by anyone else, was better now than at the photoshoot, because now, he could touch.
Which he proceeded to do, scraping his nails up the inside of Kurt’s thighs, and smoothing them over with his palms. He leaned in, and started sucking on the plane of skin stretching between Kurt’s leg and his cock. Kurt started making small, whining, desperate noises. Kurt may be a virgin, but he really knew how to drive someone nuts, because before Blaine realized it, he was on top of Kurt, sucking on his neck and jaw and mumbling words of praise. Hands grabbed onto Blaine’s belt, opening his pants quickly. Blaine rolled off Kurt, to get the pants off, and rolled back onto him. Their naked cocks rubbed against each other, and they both let out a shout at the feeling.
“How do you want it baby?” Blaine asked against his neck.
“I- I want… you in me…” Kurt said, still rolling his hips to get friction on his cock.
It was only when Blaine lifted off him to get the lube and condom that Kurt realized he called him ‘baby’. Kurt usually hated that name, because it tended to play towards his fair features that Kurt had simply learned to use to his advantage over the years. But when Blaine said it, it made Kurt feel good. Sexy, even. Because, in this case, it was a term of endearment.
Blaine was back, with the supplies. He placed his body back on Kurt’s warming them both back up. Blaine took pillows from the top of the bed, and got them under Kurt’s hips. He stroked and massaged and kissed every part of Kurt’s body, worshipping it. Kurt felt so out of place, but so good at the same time. And then Blaine entered him.
His finger was thicker that Kurt’s and the angle felt better in him. Blaine slowly got his whole finger in him, and Kurt knew the discomfort would start once the second finger entered. Right now, it just felt like an intrusion. Blaine worked Kurt open, so that his finger slid in and out easily, occasionally kissing Kurt’s stomach or thighs. Blaine looked up to Kurt, asking permission, before pressing a second finger in. The ache started up then. The stretch, the burn of his hole adjusting. But Blaine was gentle and understanding, going slowly, despite the fact that Kurt could see his dick and it was painfully hard. Eventually, Blaine could move in and out, scissoring his fingers, without any effort. Blaine started thrusting in faster, crooking his fingers and rubbing Kurt’s prostate, making Kurt’s body jerk and relax. Kurt was making incoherent noises every time, and Blaine’s kisses became nibbles and sucks on his sensitive skin.
“More, Blaine, please.”
A third finger. Now the stretch just felt right. Like Kurt’s body wasn’t complete without Blaine in him. And he wanted more. He wanted Blaine’s thick, smooth cock in him. But Blaine was still opening Kurt up, getting him ready. Kurt was vaguely aware that he was begging for Blaine’s cock like a whore, or someone in those really cheap pornos. Blaine was so patient, as Kurt got used to three fingers, he hushed and kissed Kurt’s skin, promising ‘soon, baby, soon’ whenever Kurt begged.
And then Kurt was ready. Kurt gripped the sheets and rocked his hips up when Blaine slid his fingers out. Kurt heard the ripping and the sounds of Blaine sliding the condom on and slicking it up. And then Blaine was above him, hands on either side of Kurt.
“Ready?”
“Oh god yes.”
With that, Blaine grabbed hold of his cock, shifting his hips to line up at Kurt’s entrance, and pressing against it. Kurt rolled his hips down, pressing Blaine into him and moaning at the blunt, full stretch. This was definitely better than fingers.
“More, Blaine, please more.”
“Shh, soon, baby, we don’t want to hurt your pretty little ass.”
Kurt just moaned, throwing his head back, and let Blaine slowly rock into him, deeper and deeper, until Kurt finally felt Blaine hips press against his ass. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine’s waist, bringing them ever-closer. They just stayed like that for a second, Blaine filling Kurt to the brim, Kurt relaxing his muscles around Blaine, both of them coming to terms that this was actually, finally happening.
“You can move.”
It was barely a whisper, but Blaine heard it. He pulled back, and slowly moved back all the way in. He did it again, a little faster this time.
“Harder, Blaine, I can take it.”
With a low groan, Blaine’s resolve snapped. His hips thrust into Kurt hard, moving Kurt’s body up the bed. He pulled out quickly, feeling the drag of Kurt’s skin trying to pull him back in, and then thrust in again, harder, hitting the soft skin of Kurt’s ass with a sharp slap.
“Oh, baby, you feel so perfect.” Blaine ground out, head falling forward as he worked his hips faster.
Kurt’s hips started meeting Blaine’s, thrust for thrust. The sound of their heavy breathing, the rocking of the bed, and the slap of skin filled the room. The sound of
sex. With that assailing Kurt’s hearing, Blaine’s cock taking up all of the nerves in his body, Blaine’s scent all over him, and the taste of Blaine’s tongue when they kissed, hot and sloppy, Kurt was going to come soon.
“I- I’m getting close. Blaine!”
Blaine just went faster, grunting and moaning, their breathing synchronizing with their thrusts.
“Come on Kurt, I want to feel you come. I want to see you, baby.”
The sounds coming out of Kurt’s throat began to get higher and louder, as he felt the heat coil, and tighten every muscle in his stomach and legs. He was on the edge, and Blaine was pushing him over, until he was falling. The coil snaps, and he comes, shouting loudly, moving his hips to rub himself through his orgasm against Blaine’s stomach.
“Oh god, Blaine!”
“Oh Kurt, Kurt, you’re so beautiful…”
Blaine whispered endearing words against Kurt’s neck as Kurt came down from his orgasm. Kurt became aware that Blaine was still hard, and rocking into him, even though it wasn’t nearly as hard as before.
“Blaine, Blaine, please come.”
And with that, Blaine lifted himself up, as resumed thrusting, slowly working his way back up to the hard and fast rhythm they previously had. Kurt gripped onto the back of Blaine’s neck and just took it. The hot, sharp sparks of pleasure were too much, and he was whimpering, but Blaine wasn’t letting up, too close to orgasm to recognize Kurt’s sounds, but that was okay; Kurt kind of liked the sensation, and he desperately needed Blaine to come inside him.
Blaine came without warning, shouting and thrusting into Kurt with messy, heavy strokes. His whole body was tense, and pulsating with the hot electric pleasure. His jaw was slack and his eyes squeezed tight. When Blaine’s body relaxed, Kurt was there, guiding him to fall off to the side, immediately wrapping his limbs around Kurt. Kurt curled into Blaine’s chest, both of them simply enjoying the afterglow. Eventually Blaine slips out of Kurt, and lifts Kurt’s head by his chin looking into his eyes.
“You you okay?”
Kurt nodded, smiling. He really was. He was actually trying to think of a time he felt more content. He couldn’t.
“Bath?” Blaine offered.
Kurt nodded again, smile growing.
Blaine got up, throwing the tied-up condom away, and guiding Kurt into a luxurious bathroom, turning on the tap, and pouring in lavender scented bubble bath.
It was right about then that Kurt knew Blaine would never let him regret doing this. Blaine would make sure from then on that Kurt was happy
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1){kind=small}
