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you can't touch me, but i can touch you; i'd really love to touch you

No matter how hard Kurt's tried to be welcoming of Tina into their circle, it's only after she skips early out of the double feature that he's finally able to relax. The theater that they're seated in is shady at best — the mere fact that their key feature is Showgirls pretty much speaks to the quality of the place — but nestled away in the back row with Blaine, Kurt isn't too concerned about the film itself. Most of the night is just about getting away from all the noise and swirl surrounding McKinley, ignoring all of the drama that Kurt suspects Rachel's gotten herself into, and focusing wholly on enjoying the couple of days he has before he has to head back to New York.

And there are only a couple of people he really cares to see while here in Lima.

He's just a little bit restless as he sits in his seat, expression constantly one of amused skepticism as he glances up at the screen. Everything about Showgirls simply screams trashy movie, but there's something about the horrible dialogue and acting that appeals to Kurt. If nothing else, watching the movie is an experience.

On the screen, Molly Abrams goes on about sex, and Kurt can't help but laugh. "I haven't gotten laid in six months," she complains. "My right hand's so tired I can barely thread a needle!"

The little snicker Kurt allows himself is just a touch smug. Physical intimacy is certainly something he hasn't been lacking for this weekend.

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Already (still?) half hard, Blaine gives a soft, somewhat surprised groan at the feel of Kurt's hand wrapped around him. It's a gentle touch, more teasing than anything, but still warm. He can't help the way his body rolls into it, hands gripping tight to Kurt's upper arms.

"Mmm, I definitely can't make any promises there," he says, a faint smile still curving his lips. Leaning closer, he turns his head enough to brush a kiss to the high of Kurt's cheekbone. His hips roll forward again as one hand slides up to the back of Kurt's neck. His voice drops lower. "But, wow, I really don't want you stop."

Being close to Blaine is as intoxicating as it's ever been, and the slight curve of Blaine's smile is all that Kurt needs to relax, his chest tight and warm with feeling. Upon hearing his groan, Kurt's own smile flashes over his face, his grip on Blaine's cock tightening slightly before his eyes briefly close at the press of Blaine's kiss. Keeping his other fist tightly closed around the loofa, Kurt pivots both of them further under the water, careful not to kiss while the shampoo washes out of Blaine's hair.

"Well, I think dad and Carole might get suspicious if we drive up the water bill over a single night," Kurt points out softly, humming as he ducks and buries his face against Blaine's neck. "The hot water might run out, too. So..."

Blaine can't help another gasp when Kurt's grip on him tightens, his cock jerking, twitching hard with renewed interest. It seems impossible that he can still be riding this wave of pleasure, but at the same time... it's Kurt. It doesn't seem so impossible.

Biting his lip to stifle another moan, Blaine tips his head back under the water as Kurt turns them and nudges. Warm water trails down his neck and over his shoulders as the shampoo rinses free. He keeps his hands on Kurt the whole time, unwilling to break that contact as he hums with contentment. Only when he's sure the suds are most clear does he squint his eyes open again, first one then the other. His gaze locks on Kurt's and, with a more mischievous grin, he murmurs, "Maybe you should just fuck me quickly then."

Kurt marvels when Blaine's cock grows still harder in his grip, wondering how Blaine's managing to still show so much interest when they've already come so many times today. Then again, he reminds himself — Blaine's come twice less than he has, a thought that makes him laugh as he leans forward and captures Blaine's lips, kissing him deeply with a soft moan. His own cock is still mostly soft, though he can feel a throb of want throughout his body, trying as hard as it can.

"God, I'm trying," Kurt whines with a disappointed sigh between his teeth. "I want to, but I think you really drained me a bit there, greedy." He ducks down to kiss against the side of Blaine's neck, pulling skin between his teeth, leaving a light mark. "Unless you want my mouth. My hand."

"Jesus," Blaine groans, momentarily lightheaded as blood rushes south, pooling hot and heavy between his thighs as Kurt continues touching him. Images play in his mind of Kurt dropping to his knees right here, water clinging to his eyelashes as he wraps his mouth around Blaine's cock. As hot of an idea as it is, something about it makes Blaine's chest ache and he shakes his head as he grips Kurt's arms tighter.

"No, I-- you're hand. Just keep touching me."

He doesn't know how to say that he wants Kurt close, that he wants to look him in the eye, be able to kiss him. It feels like something he should keep quiet, something still a little too intimate. And he can only hope Kurt doesn't question it.

Kurt huffs just the tiniest breath of relief when Blaine tells him to stay up. It's not that he'd mind giving Blaine a blowjob — if anything, he finds that part enjoyable. But the shower is also a fairly cramped space, and the tub is hard on the knees, and he'd much rather spend his time kissing Blaine's lips and reveling in the softness of them, the curve that fits all too well against his own mouth. Smiling in pleasure, Kurt leans forward and licks into Blaine's mouth, keeping the pace of his hand steady, squeezing tightly around Blaine's cock and occasionally glancing down to watch the head push between his fingers, flushed dark.

"I got you, baby," he murmurs softly against Blaine's cheek, feeling Blaine's hands tighten around his biceps. "God, you're so hot, Blaine. Watching you like this... could do it forever."

Humming, he ducks down to wrap his lips around the small lobe of Blaine's ear, sucking sharply, enjoying the harsher sound of Blaine's breath against the shell of Kurt's ear.

"Ohhh," Blaine breathes, partly for the way Kurt's touching him and partly for the words falling from his lips. They don't have to mean anything all that special, could just as easily be words whispered between friends caught in the heat of the moment. But Blaine wants them to be so much more, wants to believe that Kurt means them down to his very soul, that he wants Blaine forever, that he doesn't want to stop this, them.

His feet catch on the ceramic tub, squeaking as he spreads his legs a little, rests his weight heavily against the shower wall, hips rolling upward again he hardens fully in Kurt's grip. He feels dizzy with it all, head tipping to the side as Kurt mouths at his ear, sending shudders of want straight down Kurt's spine.

"Please," he whimpers, hands still clutching wherever he can. "Oh, please. Please don't stop. Don't ever stop. Please."

"I've got you," whispers Kurt, nuzzling against Blaine's cheek and occasionally tilting his head out for a bite, a scrape, anything to draw him closer to the warmth of Blaine and that delicious way he keeps moaning, the sound of it echoing in the bathroom. They've probably been loud enough that Carole would have heard were she around, so Kurt stops holding back, sucking at the side of Blaine's neck and twisting his fist, relying on Blaine's reactions to guide him.

"So fucking hot," Kurt mutters, his own breath short and arm aching as he takes the speed faster, wanting nothing more than to watch Blaine fall apart in his arms, leaning back occasionally to catch his expression, tight and flushed. "Watching you want it so much... god, there's no one as hot as you. No one."

His free hand traces along Blaine's side, then smooths over Blaine's chest, thumb circling around a nipple before giving it a sharp pinch. "Will you come for me, Blaine?"

Eyes still closed, Blaine revels in Kurt's touch. Every stroke has him shaking, teeth catching on Blaine's cheek and jaw, warm breath ghosting over his skin. His own hands skim over Kurt's arms and chest, feeling the dip of muscle, the trail of water over smooth skin. He feels like he's shaking though he can't be sure if it's from arousal or over-stimulation or just the swirling emotions heavy in his belly.

"No-- no one?" he asks, though he's already afraid of the answer, hips again bucking forward as Kurt squeezes up beneath the tip of him. That, coupled with the drag of Kurt's thumb across his nipple, has him shivering all over again, back arching at the tight pinch. "Ohh! Oh god, Kurt. Yes. Yes, I want to. I want--" His heart leaps slightly as he opens his eyes again, panting as his gaze locks on Kurt. He still feels scared to ask for this, still feels like it's too much, just out of his grasp, but he can't help himself from wanting, can't help but push just a little. "I want you to kiss me," he blurts. "Please. Please kiss me. Oh god, please."

With Blaine practically writhing under his touch, Kurt doesn't even stop to second-guess himself before surging ahead and capturing Blaine's lips with his own, tongue slipping between Blaine's lips and searching, tasting him, exploring. There's something about having sex that demands this kind of intimacy from Kurt, something about sex that he wants to treat with care, something about it that he can't separate from making love. Even when it's just a brief handjob in the shower, Kurt still takes care in kissing, tugging at Blaine's lower lip and sighing as he presses his own body up close, enveloping Blaine as best he can.

"Blaine," he sighs, still pumping Blaine's dick with one hand, his other brushing to spread over the small of Blaine's back. He kisses, focusing everything on the beat of Blaine's heart that he feels pounding away, the heat of his skin. Everything's so close, and everything threatens to be a bit too much, but in the moment, Kurt can't imagine there being anything better than this.

It's all Blaine can do to stay upright, his legs shaking beneath him as he struggles between arching back and thrusting forward. Kurt's fingers are light on his back, teasing but warm and grounding, his other hand a tight circle around Blaine's cock, stroking slow and thorough and so, so perfectly.

He whines, the sound lost in the warmth of Kurt's mouth as his hands again grapple at Kurt's shoulders, shuddering as he tries to hold on, tries to make it last just a little bit longer. But Kurt's kisses are overwhelming, hot and hungry, a little sloppy as he focuses on pumping Blaine. Though it works because Blaine feels completely mindless, lost in the pleasure coursing through him and utterly addicted to Kurt's mouth even as his own kisses are weak and uncoordinated, melting into little more than licks and whimpers as he feels that prickling at the base of his spine wind tighter and tighter.

"Oh," he breathes, shaking already as his hips start to move of their own accord, fucking into Kurt's fist. "Ohhh, oh god. Kurt. Kurt--" One hand hits the wall behind him as he comes, the other gripping at Kurt's hair, Blaine's back bowing and cock pulsing as he shoots across Kurt's fingers. He's barely capable of holding himself up, still swaying weakly into it as he holds onto Kurt as well as he can, heart hammering as he opens his eyes. "Oh my god, keep-- c'mere." He tugs Kurt forward weakly, letting out a soft, satisfied sound when Kurt's lips are on his again, his tongue searching out the heat of Kurt's wet mouth.

Watching Blaine gradually fall victim to complete and utter pleasure is a feast for Kurt's eyes, his gaze roving all over Blaine's features, the flush of his skin and the fluttering of his expression. It sends a surge of protectiveness through Kurt's chest, fierce and wanting, and he presses their foreheads together to watch Blaine through his climax, loving the strain of his voice and shivering lightly at the pulse of Blaine's cock, heavy in his hand. There's just nothing like it, Kurt thinks to himself, pulling back slightly to watch as Blaine passes through the rest of his orgasm, muscles jumping underneath the splay of Kurt's hand.

"Gorgeous," Kurt mutters softly, quickly taking a breath when he realizes that he's been holding his, too caught up in the sight of Blaine. "God."

When Blaine pulls him closer, Kurt doesn't resist in the slightest, squeezing as he pulls at Blaine's cock one more time before gently letting go to keep from driving Blaine to sensitivity. With both hands free, Kurt runs them all over Blaine's body, pulling him away from the wall and letting the weight of Blaine press against Kurt's own body instead, their skin pressed flush and every inch of them connected. He can feel Blaine's breath and the hammering of his heart, he can feel everything, and it's the closest Kurt's come to forgetting about the rest in months.

"I have you," Kurt says softly between kisses, searching through a small grin.

Pulled away from the wall, Blaine slumps against Kurt, still groaning happily as the pleasure continues pulsing through him. It's banking slowly, easing into a gentle, steady thrum, Kurt's arms warm and comforting around him as they kiss. For a moment, it almost feels more intimate than anything they've done yet, like all the walls are down and he can pretend that things are like they used to be.

Which makes falling back to reality a little harder to handle.

So Blaine refuses to right away, his hands still smoothing over Kurt's sides, humming into each kiss as strength slowly returns to his limbs. Even then he stays as he is, swaying into Kurt's warmth as water hits his back. When he feels strong enough, Blaine lifts a hand to cup Kurt's cheek, holding him there as he hums into the kiss, still completely reluctant to let it end.

When he does pull back, it's with a soft breath and closed eyes, his forehead resting against Kurt's cheek. "I love you," he murmurs, knowing full well he shouldn't. But it's been said already and there's no taking it back. He can't hide it. He loves Kurt, wholly and completely. And Kurt loves him, too. Maybe not like he used to, maybe not in the way Blaine aches for, but it's still love and that can be enough.

Kurt's eyes close just in time for Blaine's admission, and he's glad for it, the moment affording him a chance to collect and gather his thoughts. If there's a new chance in their cards, Kurt's not sure that now's the time. Not when he can't give Blaine everything in the attempt — there's too much going on in New York, too many worries attached to home, and in every spare moment, Kurt finds himself thinking of his father. Wondering if he's doing the right thing by staying so far away. They can't start a relationship again on that, and Kurt finds his chest aching as he draws close, nuzzling back against Blaine's cheek with a soft exhale.

"Love you too," he murmurs softly, hand stroking down the back of Blaine's neck before he pulls back, checking over both of their bodies for suds before he turns off the water. Maybe they're not completely clean just yet — although Kurt likes to think that the pounding of the hot water over the past several minutes has been enough to get them mostly there — but there's something precious about the moment that Kurt feels slipping through his fingers like so much sand, and he wants to hold fast onto it. "Come on. I think we're due for a post-coital cuddle," he offers, tone more lighthearted as he presses a quick kiss to the corner of Blaine's lips, then reaches out for the nearest towel, dabbing at the drops sliding down Blaine's face before handing it wholly to him and reaching out for the other towel in the pair.

There's something so very satisfying about hearing those words returned. Even if they're not meant the way Blaine intends, it's still nice. There's no hesitance in Kurt's voice, no bitterness or even obligation, and Blaine revels in it, sighing happily as Kurt pulls away, his hands still warm on Blaine's sides.

"But you didn't get cleaned up at all," Blaine says with a faint smile, his own fingers grazing across Kurt's bare belly. It's a tease more than anything. After all, neither of them had been that dirty even to begin with and if they're really headed right back to bed, Blaine would like to believe that they'll get messier yet. Maybe not right away, but after some rest and recovery. They still have several hours yet before Kurt has to head back to New York and Blaine definitely wants to make the most of every minute.

He grins as Kurt presses a soft towel against Blaine's face, reaches up to take it from him as Kurt reaches for his own. "If I dry off well enough, can I crawl into your bed naked? I'll even wrap the towel around my head if you need me to."

"I'll have another shower in the morning," Kurt reasons, shrugging as he pats himself dry, hastily running his towel over his hair and ruffling it every which way. The strands stick up at odd angles, but Kurt can't be bothered right now to do much more than running through it a couple of times with his comb. His hair's always thick enough that it'll end up tousled by morning, only one of many reasons for all of the hairspray he uses. "You can't argue against my smelling a little bit more like myself tonight, right?"

Shooting a brief, amused grin in Blaine's direction, Kurt raises his chin with an air of confidence as he dries himself off, stepping out and onto the bathroom mat as he pats down under his jaw. "But yes, you can crawl into my bed naked. Even sans towel. And you can borrow a pair of my boxers tomorrow, whenever you reach the point where you have to put something on for the day."

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