[He gawks HOW RUDE.] That-- That's borderline sadistic! You can be so rude sometimes, you know that? And downright impossible and frustrating and confusing and--
[ He has half a mind to kiss him to shut up mid-whatever this is supposed to be, but there's that word and he kind of freezes up a little. Love, he knows, is all encompassing. It doesn't matter who or how or why, but it's a tricky thing for him to understand, betrayed too many times by the affection for another. His blind devotion.
Bells wants to think Kurt could never be like that, would never do something to hurt him so deeply. ]
[ He catches himself before he actually apologies, sliding his hand around to the back of his neck and dragging him into a hard kiss. Speaking the only way he really knows how. ]
[Kurt accepts the kiss--it knocks the breath out of him, like Bells' kisses always do--but isn't about to let Bells get away with not replying. He lets the other man kiss him until he finds a break and parts their lips.
He speaks a little breathlessly, his lips swollen and dark pink from the hard kiss.] W-well?
[ He licks at his bottom lip, eyes dropping to Kurt's mouth as if he's going to find an answer there. Even if he likes to talk, he's not always the best with words, and Bells presses a hand to Kurt's back to keep it steady, stop it from shaking. He's never this worked up, never this nervous; not unless Kurt's involved. The blood rushing in his ears sort of drowns out his thoughts. ]
I don't know-- No, I mean. [ There's a rush of air. ] I don't know how you could. 'Cause I'm really all those things you said, and I'm kinda terrible. But there's, well. You're perfect, okay?
Even if you drive me crazy, I think you're perfect. And I get why we'd rather lose our Grace than be up there without feeling this. I finally understand it. I, uh. [ Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to Kurt's cheek. Voice soft. ] I love you too.
[Kurt can almost hear the sound of his heart breaking as Bells says I don't know-- But then he continues talking, and Kurt can hardly believe what he's hearing, that he has it again, the thing he'd been sure he'd lost forever when he lost Blaine, the thing that he's always been desperate for. I am loved. Even after all this time he has trouble believing it.
He can't really speak, so he kisses Bells again instead. This kiss is just as passionate as the first, and he locks his arms tightly around the other man's neck, lifting one leg to swing it around his hip.]
[ Maybe it's the way Kurt kisses him that makes him feel light-headed, imperceptibly happy and relieved. It's strange being vulnerable, exposed and expecting to hear that it's not good enough when it's completely untrue. But he sighs, everything else fading on the tip of his tongue in lieu of kissing him deeper with a soft hum.
Bells leans against the wall, rather invested in touching Kurt. He skims his hands along that thigh at his hip, gripping and dragging him forward so there's absolutely no space between them now. One arm curves around his back, the other pushing to gently grip his hair. When he eases back for a breath, Bells' gaze doesn't leave his face--focused and steady. ]
[ Even as he asks, the hand at Kurt's back is moving and tugging and pushing so his fingers are sliding over skin instead. Bells traces up the length of his spine, pressing in to kiss at his jaw and down his neck. He grins. ] I thought your leg was hurting.
[ A light scrape of teeth, and there's a certain possessiveness about the way he maneuvers them so that Kurt is pushed back, trapped between him and the wall now. Bells slips his hand around toward his front, fingers dragging along his ribs and tracing a path to his navel. ]
[ He pauses at that half-formed question, breaking the kiss so he can glance over his shoulder. Bed, drawer, things. That's basically all he has in mind, in that order. But he kisses Kurt once more, lingering and staring until he looks back. ]
Don't go anywhere. [ Bells makes sure he can stand on his own before turning to retrieve what he needs, and coming back, he pulls off his shirt and drops it at their feet. ]
[Nodding rapidly, he braces himself against the wall and waits for Bells to return. When he does, there's suddenly bare skin in front of him that he can't resist touching. One hand holds onto Bells' arm while the other snakes around him and runs down the length of his back, feeling the hard muscles.
Wow. He'd never in a million years imagine he'd be with a guy like this. He's like a supermodel or something, and Kurt's mind just shorts out because there's no way this is happening he's Kurt, he's the gay kid people threw slushies at in high school he's the boy who gets rejected and cheated on and this man this gorgeous man loves him...]
[ He arches into that touch without complaint, hand tightening around the things he holds so he doesn't drop them. Anything's possible when Kurt does a good job distracting him. A slight shiver when those fingers briefly graze the edge of the only scar he has though, and Bells leans closer to nuzzle just below his ear, mouthing and faintly licking at the lobe. ]
Hey. [ There's a quiet laugh. His free hand tugs at the hem of Kurt's shirt, slipping beneath it to stroke skin. ] You're wearing too much. I think we should do something about that.
[A little laugh, and he lets Bells slide his shirt up a bit, enjoying the touch against his bare skin. He leans back and supports himself against the wall, then reaches out to tug at the other man's belt.]
You work on these. [And he starts disrobing, very slowly. He leaves his shirt on for warmth but works his tight pants down his hips; it's a bit of a job, so it takes him a while.]
[ Bells takes a step forward at that pull, the occupied hand braced against the wall so he can lean over him and kiss at the side of his neck. His mouth works as low as it can, his other hand easily following through with those words and getting the rest of his clothes off. It's no jumpsuit this time, though he's just as equally naked underneath, and he noses below the collar of Kurt's shirt, nipping at skin when he steps out of them.
No shame, already half-aroused, and Bells curls his fingers around one of Kurt's wrists, squeezing lightly before sliding his palm over a thigh and trying to help along this undressing business. ]
I really like touching you. [ He murmurs it against his cheek, kissing a path to his mouth now. ] You always feel good.
You feel good too. [It's the only thing he can think of to reply with and damn, he sucks at this dirty talk business. He manages to get his pants off though, which a little assistance--he winces as pressure is put on his injured leg--and then his arms are back around Bells.]
S-so how... [How do we go about this?, he's about to say, but he realizes how inexperienced and young that would make him sound so he clamps his mouth shut.]
[ But Bells catches on, leaning into him and sliding his arm around Kurt's back. Under the shirt he's kept on, his fingers continue to slip lower. ]
How're we gonna do this? [ It's a tease, shifting his hips so there's a bit of friction between them now. He can't help it, tilting his head to bite at his earlobe. ] I guess I could show you that too.
[ A groan at the pressure of those nails, arching against him as if it'd get him to do it just a bit harder, but there's something incredibly intimate about Kurt speaking that keeps him from surrendering to his own momentary need of wanting more. He wants him. Bells settles a hand on his hip, taking a step back and tracing the length of his torso with the lubricant. He kisses him when he reaches the end of his shirt, using the bottle to lift it so he can continue a path around his side and along the dip in his back. ]
Hold this. And turn a little, okay? [ A kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he slips the condom into Kurt's hand, rocking into him to urge him to the side. A grin. ] It'll be a lot easier after, uh, I do this part.
[He blushes and nods. It's actually a little easier to keep the weight off his bad leg when he has a wall to brace his hands against, though he still has to stand. He feels sore, but the anticipation is enough for him to work through the pain. His forehead leans against the wall as he closes his eyes and relaxes his body.]
Don't say it like that. [ He presses against him, knee bent so he can gently nudge his legs a little further apart. Bells is careful, making sure Kurt's weight doesn't affect his injury too much, and he settles his hand beneath his shirt, palm flat against his belly. ] I promise it'll feel good.
[ He murmurs it across the back of his neck, dragging his tongue along exposed skin and wanting to get him out of the damn shirt he's wearing. But Bells tries to focus on touching him instead, fingers slipping down between Kurt's thighs to curl around him. One-handed, he slowly manages to work the lube open. ]
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I'll help you sit down after you explain what you meant.
1/2
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[There, he said it.]
I tried really hard not to, but it's too late for that now.
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Bells wants to think Kurt could never be like that, would never do something to hurt him so deeply. ]
Kurt— I'm, uh. [ It's hesitant, quiet. ] Dammit. Come here.
[ He catches himself before he actually apologies, sliding his hand around to the back of his neck and dragging him into a hard kiss. Speaking the only way he really knows how. ]
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He speaks a little breathlessly, his lips swollen and dark pink from the hard kiss.] W-well?
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I don't know-- No, I mean. [ There's a rush of air. ] I don't know how you could. 'Cause I'm really all those things you said, and I'm kinda terrible. But there's, well. You're perfect, okay?
Even if you drive me crazy, I think you're perfect. And I get why we'd rather lose our Grace than be up there without feeling this. I finally understand it. I, uh. [ Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to Kurt's cheek. Voice soft. ] I love you too.
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He can't really speak, so he kisses Bells again instead. This kiss is just as passionate as the first, and he locks his arms tightly around the other man's neck, lifting one leg to swing it around his hip.]
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Bells leans against the wall, rather invested in touching Kurt. He skims his hands along that thigh at his hip, gripping and dragging him forward so there's absolutely no space between them now. One arm curves around his back, the other pushing to gently grip his hair. When he eases back for a breath, Bells' gaze doesn't leave his face--focused and steady. ]
You have no idea what you do to me.
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Why don't you show me?
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[ Even as he asks, the hand at Kurt's back is moving and tugging and pushing so his fingers are sliding over skin instead. Bells traces up the length of his spine, pressing in to kiss at his jaw and down his neck. He grins. ] I thought your leg was hurting.
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Right here.
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[He doesn't really need to finish that sentence, right? Because talking is very difficult right now.]
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Don't go anywhere. [ Bells makes sure he can stand on his own before turning to retrieve what he needs, and coming back, he pulls off his shirt and drops it at their feet. ]
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Wow. He'd never in a million years imagine he'd be with a guy like this. He's like a supermodel or something, and Kurt's mind just shorts out because there's no way this is happening he's Kurt, he's the gay kid people threw slushies at in high school he's the boy who gets rejected and cheated on and this man this gorgeous man loves him...]
Hi. Welcome back.
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Hey. [ There's a quiet laugh. His free hand tugs at the hem of Kurt's shirt, slipping beneath it to stroke skin. ] You're wearing too much. I think we should do something about that.
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You work on these. [And he starts disrobing, very slowly. He leaves his shirt on for warmth but works his tight pants down his hips; it's a bit of a job, so it takes him a while.]
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No shame, already half-aroused, and Bells curls his fingers around one of Kurt's wrists, squeezing lightly before sliding his palm over a thigh and trying to help along this undressing business. ]
I really like touching you. [ He murmurs it against his cheek, kissing a path to his mouth now. ] You always feel good.
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S-so how... [How do we go about this?, he's about to say, but he realizes how inexperienced and young that would make him sound so he clamps his mouth shut.]
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How're we gonna do this? [ It's a tease, shifting his hips so there's a bit of friction between them now. He can't help it, tilting his head to bite at his earlobe. ] I guess I could show you that too.
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Please. [His voice is lower somehow.] I want you to.
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Hold this. And turn a little, okay? [ A kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he slips the condom into Kurt's hand, rocking into him to urge him to the side. A grin. ] It'll be a lot easier after, uh, I do this part.
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[He blushes and nods. It's actually a little easier to keep the weight off his bad leg when he has a wall to brace his hands against, though he still has to stand. He feels sore, but the anticipation is enough for him to work through the pain. His forehead leans against the wall as he closes his eyes and relaxes his body.]
I'm ready.
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[ He murmurs it across the back of his neck, dragging his tongue along exposed skin and wanting to get him out of the damn shirt he's wearing. But Bells tries to focus on touching him instead, fingers slipping down between Kurt's thighs to curl around him. One-handed, he slowly manages to work the lube open. ]
I want you.
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[His fingers curl against the wall and he shivers, lets out a gasp when he feels the hand encircle him.]
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