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Summary: Our boys give their boys a bath. Or try to. CrissColfer.

Warnings: insinunation of shower sex but no actual description(?).

Words: 475.

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Chris places the plates on the kitchen table, turns to the door and calls, “Food!”

He hears heavy footsteps on the stairs, barking, a shout and a cat squeal.

Chris moves to the side just as Cooper and Fitzgerald barge into the kitchen and dart to their bowls, shoving their noses into the food. Brian emerges right after and does the same, his bowl on the other side of the room. Darren comes last, breathing heavily, carrying two towels.

“Finished?” Chris asks, raising an eyebrow.

Darren winces, “Not really.”

Chris frowns and looks at the dogs. Cooper has the top half dripping wet. Fitzgerald has the bottom wet. And Brian has an ear and his neck wet, which he keeps scratching as if he could get rid of the water just by shoving at it. Chris looks back at his boyfriend.

“I left you to dry them half an hour ago!”

Darren throws his hands in the air.

“It’s not my fault they don’t stop chasing each other’s tails and think the blow-dryer is me playing with them,” he says, exiting the room to place the towels on top of the washer. “Plus, Brian locked up in there was keeping them uneasy.”

“Brian keeps the dogs uneasy or you uneasy?” Chris sneakers, sitting at the table. Darren ducks his head and serves the plates.

“All of us,” he mumbles.

Chris laughs and takes the first bite. Darren follows his actions.

“Hum,” Darren closes his eyes, “That’s good.”

“Thanks.” He swallows and pecks Darren’s cheek. “After lunch, I’ll help you dry them.”

“Thanks, babe,” Darren slumps as he sighs, relieved.

“And that includes you,” Chris points his finger at the man, eyeing his wet shirt and jeans. He’s wearing only on sock, but that’s a search for later.

Darren smirks.

“Do I get a bath too?”

“Maybe. But we’ll also have to dry Brian.”

The mentioned cat just darts from the kitchen, hearing his name and the word “dry” in the same sentence always has that effect.

In the end, all five of them are clean and dry – and wearing lounge clothes, in Darren and Chris’ case, after a rather satisfying joined shower – settling down on their huge bed. The cuts in the their arms tell a story of an adventure and explain why Brian is secluded in one side of the bed and hissing at anyone that dares come close. Fitz and Coop are sprawled out at the end of the bed, passed out after the tough day of cleaning.

Darren squirms until he gets a good position, pressed up against Chris and laying his head on his shoulder. Fitz is using his foot as a pillow. Chris slips a bit down and folds his leg to avoid Cooper’s face, who throws a paw over his ankle, and pulls Darren closer.

“Night, Dare.”

CRISSCOLFER

Prompt: Darren comes home after his show at Globe Theatre Concert (December 15th, 2017)

Words: 1024.

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It’s late by the time Darren finally closes the door behind himself and breathes deeply.  He tumbles back onto the wall and has to close his eyes, trying to believe what happened.

A few hours ago.

Today.

This week.

It was hectic, chaotic in all senses… But it was also a dream coming true.

His album is out. Homework EP is done and people are actually freaking out about it, almost as much as he is. And it feels amazing.

He sighs, lips tugging into a soft smile.

A rustling sound coming from the bedroom makes his eyes pop open and his lips curl. Chris.

He shimmies off his shoes, stacks them near the entrance door and shrugs off his coat. He takes long strides to go up the stairs – climbing every two steps – and freezes. He leans on the doorway and just observes, his knees wobbly and his chest warm.

“Dare.”

Chris is on the bed with Brian and Cooper, his laptop on his lap, for their children’s dismay – they are always looking forward to cuddling on Chris’ lap, Darren too. Chris is in soft clothes, hair on his forehead and loving eyes.

He pushes the laptop onto the mattress and jumps to Darren, who pushes himself off the doorway to envelop the taller man in a hug.

“You watched it?”

“Dare, it was amazing. I just…”

Chris shakes his head, but no other words form.

“Did my show left best-seller author Chris Colfer speechless?” Darren smirks, pulling back to look at him at arm’s length.

Chris ducks his head but laughs as he responds, “It did.”

“Oh.”

The laughter dies down, but his smile doesn’t go away.

“You took it to another level, mister. ‘Teenage Dream’ always makes me cry – and it fulfilled its duties tonight, but… ‘This Time’? ‘Hopelessly Devoted’? I was sobbing here, Darren.”

They hug again, Darren nuzzling Chris’ collarbone.

“I was thinking about you while singing, you know?”

It’s a common saying but Chris murmurs, “I know,” because he does. “I’m so proud of you,” he adds.

The shorter man tries to waddle them to the bed without letting go, but Chris I having none of that. He playfully shoves Darren into the bathroom.

“If you want cuddles, take a shower,” he says and Darren doesn’t hesitate before stripping and jumping under the spray of water.

Chris takes the few minutes to turn the lights off and let his lamp’s soft glow fill the room. The pets vanishing to look for cooler spots – in Cooper’s case – and less crowded rooms – in Brian’s case. He clears the bed from his laptop and papers and sits with his back propped up by the headboard to check his emails.

The water stops running not much after that and he hears Darren brushing his teeth.

“You just had to play Disney, didn’t you?” Chris teases.

He loves how well he knows Darren, how he actually played one of his favorite songs from ol’ Walt. Darren rinses his mouth before popping his head into the bedroom.

“They didn’t mind,” the shorter man winks and leaves the towel that hung low on his hips in the bathroom.

Darren returns to the bedroom without clothes, his hair wet, flopping onto his eyes, and skin damp. He walks straight to the bed and climbs it to stand on his knees, hovering above his lover. He gently tugs Chris’ shirt up and the taller man lifts his arms to facilitate the job. Darren kisses the milky skin of his shoulders and trails down his chest and stomach, placing one final peck near his bellybutton. He repeats the action with Chris’ pants, who lifts his hips as Darren kisses his hipbones.

Unceremoniously, clothes fly to the ground and they settle under the covers on the huge mattress. Legs intertwine, chests touch and arms circle each other, pulling the other in as much as they can. The pair inhales skin and hair, no layers or artificial product between them. Slowly but surely, they ground each other into the moment.

When they speak, it’s soft murmurs.

“Nigth, Dare.”

“Night, Chris.”

Slow breathings lull both men to sleep, still intertwined and always in love.

They don’t talk, let the silence fill the atmosphere until-

“Dare?” Chris whispers, afraid his boyfriend has already fallen asleep.

Darren doesn’t open his eyes and his voice is slurred when he speaks. “Yeah?”

“Why did you choose ‘The Day the Dance is Over’ instead of ‘I Don’t Mind’?”

Chris watches as the shorter man slowly opens his eyes, a rich golden filling him with warmth, love. Darren’s gaze focuses on Chris for a second before he answers.

“I prefer performing ‘The Day the Dance is Over’ for a bunch of people,” he shrugs.

“But you said ‘I Don’t Mind’ was your favorite. Why do you prefer the other one?”

Darren’s fingertips touch Chris’ cheek and the smile that illuminates his face could light up the city of Los Angeles.

“‘I Don’t Mind’ is my favorite because it’s about you. You’re the reason, Chris, and if thought that if I sang ‘Dance’ tonight, I could do ‘I Don’t Mind’ just for you later.” Darren squints, “Makes sense?”

Chris pulls him close, the lump on his throat not permitting his voice from flowing, and he shakes and crushes Darren, who embraces him back with almost the same strength. They both shake and squeeze, run hands down backs, arms and just hold. They plant kisses on cheeks, noses, jaws, neck, collarbones, hair, eyes, foreheads but they save lips for last. It’s both men’s objective after all, and they won’t settle for less once they reach it.

“Dare,” Chris croaks out, eyes shining and arms tight around his lover.

“Hope you don’t mind,” Darren jokes, but his voice carries a concerned tone that doesn’t go unnoticed by Chris. Nor does the hint of hesitance as he takes Chris’ hand in his.

Chris smiles wickedly at him and squeezes his hand, bringing their interlaced fingers to his chest. Chris buries his nose in soft, short hair and inhales deeply. Darren kisses his collarbone before nuzzling his neck and settling there.

CRISSCOLFER

Prompt: Fluff. Darren had just belted out an impromptu song about his new glasses and how he could see better now and Chris had fixed some minor part of the lyrics and now they’re here. 

Words: 1073.

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It started out simply.

Darren had just belted out an impromptu song about his new glasses and how he could see better now and Chris had fixed some minor part of the lyrics and now they’re here.

His fingers work fast on the guitar for a few seconds and he sings, “Sweet home Alabama.”

“You’re not from Alabama. Next.”

Darren considers it for a second shrugging and then -

“I can’t feel my face when I’m with you,” Darren sings, looking at Chris, hands more tapping the guitar and snapping his fingers rhythmically.

Chris sticks his forefinger out and pokes Darren’s cheek.

“Can you feel that?”

Darren freezes and looks at him with the earnest face and wide eyes, completely concentrated on the man in front of him, “Yes.”

“Then you should change the song, because you’re lying to me right here,” Chris says.

And, as much as Chris wants to laugh at Darren’s horrified-with-realization expression, he holds it together and waits, settling back more comfortably on the bed.

Darren loves how into this they both are, how so personal and them this feels. How Chris pays attention to him and how he can serenate Chris so easily.

“I drive a beat-up car, a caravan, the color blue. Reminds me of your eyes and all the places we've been to,” Darren tries again.

“Your car is black. Next.”

Chris is not exactly mean and he doesn’t snap, he simply points out what is wrong about the song when it comes into their circumstances.

Darren thinks for a few seconds, face drawn in in concentration before launching into another song.

“I'll wake with coffee in the morning, but he prefers two lumps of sugar and tea,” Darren changes the pronoun and Chris’ heart flutters, but he still considers it for a second.

“You don’t drink coffee if you don’t extremely need to,” Chris says, “But I do. Next.”

Darren also loves the challenge this imposes to his brain and his music knowledge.

“I’m just a kid and life is a-“Darren begins, but Chris interrupts, trying to hide a smirk.

“You’re thirty years old,” Chris deadpans, rolling his eyes fondly. “It doesn’t count that you act like a child most of the time.”

“Mama, I'm in love with a criminal, and this type of love isn't rational, it's physical. Mama please don't cry, I will be alright. All reason aside I just can't deny, I love the guy,” Darren belts out, fingers playing and screwing up the chords, but it’s perfect to Chris’ ears.

“I’m a criminal?”

“You stole my heart, man,” Darren grins at him. His fingers mindlessly strumming the guitar now.

“You’re such a sap,” he laughs. Then he tilts his head to the side. “But I don’t think that’s written on my criminal record.”

Darren’s fingers still and he looks at Chris.

“… You have a criminal record?”

“Next!”

Darren narrows his eyes at the man.

“I’m letting it go for now, but we’re most definitely coming back to this.”

Chris remains quiet as Darren thinks of another song, which comes ten seconds later.

“People say,” Darren grins, “We shouldn’t be together. We’re young to know about forever-“

“Have you been paying attention to what the fans say about our characters? It’s been over for two years and they still want us to be together. Next.”

It comes faster than he expected.

“Hello,” Darren voice drops an octave as he shuts his eyes. “It’s me. I was wondering if-“

“Try it next time we’re talking over the phone or skyping,” Chris shakes his head, smirking. “Next.”

Darren exaggerates his facial expression when he opens his mouth.

“Are you gonna stay the night? Doesn’t mean we’re bound for life.”

Chris quirks an eyebrow. “Considering I live here,” he motions to around, as if saying the house, “Yes, I’ll stay. And those,” he lifts his left hand, holding out his ring finger, the one sporting a silver band that matches perfectly to Darren’s, the band that only leaves the house if it’s tucked into his wallet or pocket, “Certainly means we’re bound for life.”

Darren beams at him and caresses the edges of his own ring with his thumb.

“They do mean that, don’t they?”

Chris nods. “Next,” he says, smiling softly.

It proves he’s not bored yet – and “I would never be tired of you, Dare, I keep you because I actually like you”, as Chris said many times - and it makes something inside Darren warm up. Chris isn’t completely comfortable with laying himself out there, so unlike Darren, but he has his moments and his husband can fully appreciate those.

“Some things just, some things just make sense, and one of those is you and I,” Darren practically lies down on the bed as he looks at Chris upside down, still playing, “Some things just, some things just make sense and even after all this time… I’m still into you.”

“Well, I can’t really complain about that.” Chris points out, rubbing his chin in a pensive manner. “Next,” he gently boops Darren’s nose with his forefinger.

Darren smiles wickedly and rests his guitar next to him, crawling over to Chris. “When the night has come,” he takes Chris’s hand and guides him off the bed, “And the land is dark,” Darren smiles triumphantly when he looks at the window and sees it’s night still – yet? “And the moon is the only light we’ll see,” he guides Chris’ hand to his shoulder and wraps an arm on Chris’ waist. “No, I won’t be afraid. Oh, I won’t be afraid.” Darren begins to sway and Chris follows without fighting, “Just as long as you stand, stand by me.”

Chris rises his eyes to search for Darren’s, but finds two hazel orbs already locked on his face.

“Always,” he promises.

The smile he is presented with is mesmerizing and he joins in when Darren’s voice starts singing again, his lips stretched on a smile of his own. He clutches Darren’s hand and sways with him.

“So, darlin’, darlin’. Stand by me, oh, stand by me.”

They work, they are criticized, they have almost none to zero privacy, but they do what they love and they have each other. It’s not always easy, but they’re good for each other. They care, they miss, they are there, they support, they are together. It’s not easy between them, but it’s as easy as this is should be.

Songs: 

Sweet home Alabama, Lynyrd Skynyrd

I Can’t Feel My Face When I’m With You, The Weeknd

What We Live For, American Authors

Cold Coffee, Ed Sheeran

I’m Just a Kid, Simple Plan

Criminal, Britney Spears

Hello, Adele

Stay the Night, Zedd feat. Hayley Williams

Still Into You, Paramore

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Summary: Kurt and Blaine discuss the need of new furniture - along with memories and sex. Season 6 Spoilers. Post!Season 6.

Warnings: bit angst, but mostly fluff. Fellatio, Frottage, Prostate Massage, Married Sex.

Words: 2352.

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“What was that for?” Kurt chuckles, eyes not bothering to open as his arms drape over Blaine’s shoulder once they part from their sudden kiss.

“To cherish you,” Blaine answers, “Our marriage, our new lifes in the city of our dreams.”

Kurt observes his golden eyes for a moment then cradles the back of his neck and pulls him to lock their lips. They’re breathing hard and their foreheads are touching when they pull back, but he chases his husband’s lips and they kiss lazily, sweetly and a little bit dirty again before pulling back to breathe.

“New lives as a married couple,” Kurt says softly, a smile taking his lips. “Good thing our apartment is mostly finished, huh?” Kurt opens his eyes and looks around them, his arms still encircling Blaine as Blaine doesn’t let him go either.

“Just missing a toaster, thanks to Rachel, but I think we can consider it done.

“She just had to drop it, didn’t she?” Kurt sighs and drops his head on his husband’s shoulder – a shoulder shaking with laughter that incites one from Kurt himself. “Anyway, there’s the toaster and the new couch.”

“A couch?” Blaine inquires. “But you said the one we got matches the living room patters.”

“Yeah, but…” Kurt trails off.

Once upon a time, Blane would have faced Kurt’s hesitance as lack of trust, as him not being enough for Kurt. Blaine knows better now. So he patiently awaits as his husband chooses his words.

“After we,” Kurt eventually says, waiving his hand, hoping his husband understands. As usual, Blaine does.

“Broke up,” he supplies.

“Yeah,” Kurt takes Blaine’s hand in his and threads their fingers. Both he and Blaine feel better with physical reassurance when talking about that subject. “After that, I had some trouble with the bed. As in, sleeping on it.”

Blaine furrows his eyebrows in a silent question.

If it were anyone else, Kurt would think the person was judging him. But this is Blaine, his best friend, his husband. Kurt knows Blaine is only trying to understand him better.

“I couldn’t sleep on the bed,” Kurt continues, “Memories of us would come to me, both before and during sleep. And… And when I turned around, you weren’t there,” he says. His hands tremble and Blaine grips it tighter. “I was the one who broke our engagement, I know that. But it was only a more painful because the way I felt, alone, unworthy, selfish, stupid,” Kurt closes his eyes, letting the memories of long cold – both outside and inside his body – filled his mind, “I just wanted you back, to feel your body against mine but I couldn’t. So I started sleeping on the couch.”

Blaine strokes his cheek gently with his thumb, gathering the audacious tears that escaped Kurt’s glass eyes. That is enough to ground them both.

Kurt opens his eyes and stares at melted gold.

“And I learned the importance of a comfortable couch after too many yoga sessions focused on getting rid of back kinks.”

Blaine chuckles at that.

“Let me get this straight: we’ve barely moved into our new apartment and you’re already planning of one of us sleeping on the couch?” Blaine smiles teasingly at him.

“No, of course not,” Kurt shakes his head. “I mean, I know we’ll fight and that’s completely normal.”

“It is,” Blane agrees, nodding once.

“But I also know we’ll come through it, together.” There’s a fire in Kurt’s eyes as he pronounces the words that warm Blaine’s heart.

“Stronger.”

Kurt leans in and captures his husband’s lips in a tender kiss, with threaded hands and cradled faces.

“What I want to do in the couch is something else we already do on the bedroom,” Kurt tells him.

“After all, what we do in the bedroom is great,” Blaine compliments.

Kurt’s mind goes back to this morning. Of how he was laid on the mattress with Blaine kneeling on top of him, all flustered cheeks, long eyelashes framing warm golden orbs, his sweaty, firm chest taking deep breaths, following broad shoulders attached to muscular arms with hands splayed across Kurt’s chest, who is breathing just as heavily as Blaine uses his powerful thighs to work his body up and down and up and down as Kurt holds him by his slim waist and the sounds of moaning and skin slapping against skin and lips fill the room and-

“Indeed,” Kurt focuses back on the moment he lives now.

Of course Blaine knows what his husband was thinking and laughs.

Kurt remembers where he left off.

“And as we christened every surface in this apartment, we had a bit of a problem when we did it on the couch.”

“But it’s our first couch,” Blaine says.

“And its colors do match the pattern we chose,” Kurt muses, “But please don’t tell me you’re attached to the couch because of that,” Kurt admonishes. Blaine opens his mouth to speak, but Kurt beats him to it. “Nor because we had sex in it.”

“We tried having sex on it, Kurt,” Blaine counters. “We had to move from it because it’s too narrow.”

“What I was gonna say before,” Blaine fires back with no heat, making Kurt blush, “Is that I might know the perfect place to get a new couch.”

Kurt grins at his husband.

“I knew I married a smart man. Lead the way, Mr. Anderson-Hummel.”

***

They don’t bother closing the front door once they step inside the apartment.

Instead, Kurt grabs Blaine and maneuvers his body to press against the wooden door and close it with a thump.

Their lips attach and hands grope and roam and they kick off their shoes. Blaine tugs his husband’s shirt up, freeing it from his pants – that make Kurt’s legs look like they run for miles and miles – and Blaine is already so hard, oh God.

The dark haired man sends his hands to the smooth skin on Kurt’s back. Blaine’s lips trails down to his jaw, under his ear, his neck. He sucks on the skin there.

Kurt moans loudly and reaches down to undo Blaine’s fly. He shoves Blaine’s pants and underwear down in one go. Then he does the same with his own clothing, yanking his skin-tight pants to the ground and kicking them the rest of the way. Blaine is already naked from the waist down.

He reaches out and grabs handfuls of Blaine’s ass, kneading the muscular flesh, and pulls him closer. Both men release groans when their hard erections press together.

They make quick work of buttons in shirts. Kurt has the time of his life by undoing Blaine’s bowtie and draping the soft fabric on a nearby shelf. Blaine tugs Kurt’s askot from his neck and hangs the piece of cloth where they usually keep their coats.

They’ll deal with astray clothes later.

For now, they waddle to the living room, bypassing the coffee table almost entirely – Kurt kicks it but Blaine’s strong hold maintains him upright. Kurt however uses said excuse to press his husband’s body closer to his own.

They end up falling on the couch, naked and hard and tangled and breathless.

Blaine tugs on Kurt’s leg until he straddles the shorter man, both already humping and hissing at the friction – too much but not even close enough. Not yet. Soon.

“Please tell me there’s lube on the bottom drawer,” Kurt mumbles, only parting his lips from Blaine’s to proffer the words.

Blaine reaches out and all but yanks the last drawer from the furniture standing next to the couch out. His fingers soon close around the bottle and he thrusts it up in triumph.

Kurt laughs and pulls his husband’s body so that they switch places, this time with Kurt underneath.

Blaine presses his hips down into Kurt’s. The taller man closes his eyes and moans loudly once again, until Blaine closes his lips with his own.

“Blaine, oh, oh,” Kurt breathes.

“What do you want, Kurt?” Blaine trails his lips down to his husband’s collarbone.

“I need… You.”

Kurt crosses his legs over Blaine’s waist, his feet to his butt and his knees to his lower back.

Blaine in return trails a hand down and thumbs at Kurt’s nipple, twirling it around, pressing and scratching. Kurt writhes on the couch. His other hand slots the bottle in between the couch cushions and uncaps it. He gathers some lube on his hand and rubs his fingers on his palms to warm the product.

Kurt catches a glimpse of his actions and throws his head back.

“Yes, yes, God, yes,” he says, rather desperately.

Blaine can’t help himself when a trail of smooth, pale, beautiful flesh of Kurt is on display like that. So he starts mouthing at his husband’s neck.

Blaine reaches his hand down, in between their bodies and Kurt’s legs. The auburn haired man doesn’t want to let the friction he has going on from their cocks rubbing together but he spreads his legs further to allow his husband better access.

Warm, lubed fingers touch his hole, teasing, and his legs just drop by his side.

Fuck his cock right now, he need Blaine in him. Now.

But Blaine doesn’t let his cock free. Just as he backs away a couple of inches to have a better range of motion, the hand previously playing with Kurt’s nipple fists his cock and starts stroking Kurt’s length slowly.

At the same time, Blaine presses his index finger in Kurt’s hole, pumping it in and out, timed out with his other hand.

Kurt’s hands grip his husband’s shoulder.

“More,” he whimpers.

Blaine retreats his finger but comes back with two. Kurt sighs, happy and smiling.

“More,” he demands again.

“Not yet,” Blaine disagrees.

Blaine scissors his fingers inside Kurt, stretching his tight asshole.

Kurt shudders when Blaine brushes his prostate.

“Blaine, please.”

“Just a little bit more, sweetheart,” Blaine tried. But Kurt doesn’t want to wait. He shoves his ass down, burying Blaine’s fingers inside him.

Blaine keeps scissoring him open and kissing his neck, but he stills the hand on Kurt’s cock.

“C’mo-oh-on,” Kurt complains, squeezing his shoulders.

Blaine only smirks and makes a path of wet, open-mouthed kisses down Kurt’s chest, hips and thighs. His lips completely avoid his pre-come-dripping dick, but Blaine gives an experimental lick at the sensitive skin of his balls.

“Oh, oh, oh, Blai-ine,” Kurt mumbles.

“Blaine,” Kurt almost begs, almost undone just by his husband’s hands and lips – and how talented are those, “Oh, now. Humph,’ he shoves his face in a throw pillow.

He needs more.

Blaine understands.

He adds a third digit and pumps his cock harder, slower.

Kurt moves his hips, but lingers when he doesn’t know where to press harder. Up means giving his cock the friction it seeks with Blaine’s hand. Down means Blaine’s fingers stimulating his prostate.

So he simply stars going up and down, seeking both sources of pleasure, fucking Blaine’s fist and fucking himself on Blaine’s fingers.

A couple of minutes into it and Blaine retreats his hands, making Kurt open his eyes and glare at Blaine. The dark haired man gathers more lube on his hands and lathers his own hard, leaking cock before lining it with Kurt’s hole, straighten up now so they are face to face.

He begins slowly, But Kurt moves his legs to properly pull Blaine toward him in one quick go. Both men groan as Blaine bottoms out.

His long length makes Kurt feel full, completely filled, perfect.

That is… Until a couple of seconds pass and he demands movement. They settle a rhythm only long-term lovers know, passionate but still fast enough to satisfy them both. Caring, yet completely pleasurable.

It doesn’t take long for them to become whimpering messes.

Between foreplay from before they arrived home and prepping Kurt – which is on its own a hue turn on – they are quick to hump and fuck and grab and sigh and moan and hold until Kurt’s almost, almost there.

He reaches down to touch his cock, but Blaine beats him to it. He squeezes his length, amazing, beautiful length, and starts pumping it once again timed with their movements. Kurt feels a boiling sensation on his stomach and his balls tighten and he screams as he comes, white liquid shooting up to mark his chest and Blaine’s hand.

Kurt manages to lube one finger up and he presses the tip against Blaine’s asshole. He waits for his husband’s moan before shoving the finger inside until the knuckle.

The sight of his husband completely undone, his cock disappearing between Kurt’s legs and a finger shoving his prostate, Blaine comes.

They hold each other, without moving, for a few minutes. Blaine eventually pulls out, Kurt smiling lazily as he feels Blaine’s come dripping from him, and they snuggle on the new couch.

“You were right,” Blaine says after they come down from their hypes, “The new couch was a great idea.”

Kurt grins at him. “Told you. But I still think we need to test it more.”

CrissColfer

- Gold High Heel Boots:  Darren comes home really sore after a day of tough rehearsal for Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Chris takes care of him.

-  This House is Not for Sale: Crisscolfer + Writing Prompt #281 (There were two things I had accepted long ago; the first was that pineapple never belonged on pizza. The second was that my house was profusely haunted). Part 1 | 

- It’s The Small Things: Chris - and Darren - bring Cooper home for the first time. Plus Brian.

- Zodiac: Darren reads characteristics of zodiac signs from the internet and Chris cant help but smile.

- Well, Maybe I’m in Love: Darren had just belted out an impromptu song about his new glasses and how he could see better now and Chris had fixed some minor part of the lyrics and now they’re here.

- I Don’t Mind: Darren comes home after his show at Globe Theatre Concert (December 15th, 2017)

- Best of All Best Friends: Crisscolfer + We’re best friends, I’m a vampire and you’re a witch. Shenanigans ensue.

- Squeaky Clean: Our boys give their boys a bath. Or try to. CrissColfer

- One Call Away:  What happened right after Darren’s (and Lea Michele’s) Facebook Live on May, 24th.

- Special Day:  Chris’ 28th birthday.

- My Heart Starts to Heal: after the LM/DC Tour, he goes gome.

Klaine

- Rain and Flowers: Kurt and Blaine are married and living happily in NYC. But what goes around Blaine’s mind when he and Kurt agree to have a date on the same restaurant where everything once went down?

- Creatures of Love:  Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson are from ancient supernatural families and their kinds hate each other.  To end the centuries of fighting, there is a prophecy: they are to be wed. Witch!Blaine and vampire!Kurt and their love.

- Cushions: Kurt and Blaine discuss the need of new furniture - along with memories and sex. Season 6 Spoilers. Post!Season 6.

- Why Don’t We Rewrite the Stars: When a crazy driver runs over Kurt Hummel, leaving him in a state where he can’t perform anymore, Destiny gives him a choice: have the greatest career he’s ever imagined or the love of his life. He got more than he bargained for [happy ending].

- Notes [series complete]: Blaine is co-captain of the Cheerios and lead-soloist of the Glee Club. Kurt is his crush. Kurt is the unique boy with big dreams. Blaine is his crush. The Unholy Trinity help Blaine to woo Kurt by leaving notes on his locker signed by B. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

- Thank You for the Venom [series complete]: Kurt (witch) and Blaine (vampire) meet because Kurt needs a vile of vampire venom for a potion and his demon best friend said you’re the person to talk to. Part 1 | Part 2

-  Full Moon: “I’m a werewolf.” “Oh I know.” “What?!” + Klaine

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Prompt: Darren reads characteristics of zodiac signs from the internet and Chris cant help but smile. 

Words: 1508.

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“Wow.”

“What?” Chris asks from the armchair.

“This… I found something amazing,” Darren says, barely explaining. He currently is sprawled out on the couch, guitar on the floor next to him and Cooper on his lap, scratching Brian’s ear who was perched on the back of the couch. He’s holding his phone, his eyes moving frantically, reading whatever it is that he found.

He looks at the man by his side. “Care to share?”

Darren looks at him, “I found a thing on zodiac signs, some characteristics and such. And you’re not gonna believe how well they describe you.”

Chris jumps a little, “Me? And since when do you care about that?”

“It just came up on my Tumblr. Now, pay attention, Christopher. Gemini is described as “irresistible”, which you are,” Darren gives him a pointed look before returning his eyes to the screen and continue reading. “’Love is one of a kind’-”

Chris tilts his head, “Not so sure that’s a compliment.”

“’Trustworthy’, yes. ‘Lover, not a fighter, but will still knock you out’, can definitely knock me out in other things,” Darren smirked at Chris, “’Amazing kisser’, I completely agree. ‘Great listener’, yes, and you remember everything I tell you, which is another amazing thing, because I talk quite a lot.” Chris couldn’t not nod at that; Darren was a talkative person. “’Loud’…”

Chris isn’t exactly a loud person, usually he keeps to himself. But in some occasions, after a few…

“Just give you enough alcohol and you can be quite loud. And talkative, which is the next characteristic. ‘Not one to mess with’. Hope one day people understand that getting on your bad list is the same as going to hell,” Darren shakes his head, as if pitying those poor souls.

“C’mon, I’m not so bad!” Chris argues, but can’t really deny. He’s nice and friendly, but once he doesn’t like the person…

“I can see in your little pout that you know where I’m coming from, so I won’t even explain,” Darren smiled at him. Chris scoffs, but his own smile gives away how much he is having fun. “’Outgoing, loves to make friends’. Again, with some alcohol.”

“I like making friends while sober, thank you very much.”

“Yes,” Darren says, “But you get so much more excited about it when you’re drunk.”

“Everything seems more exciting when you’re drunk,” Chris offers.

“Couldn’t agree more, sweetheart,” Darren smiles at him. Chris doesn’t know if it’s the smile or the endearment that makes his heart skip a beat. Probably both and he thanks whatever it is that moves the world that he still feels this way after years into this relationship. “’Freak’, in the best way. ‘Very forgiving’.”

“Well, that’s the only way to have a Darren in your life,” Chris sneakers with no heat behind his words.

“’Generous’,” Darren keeps reading, even if his smile tells Chris how he didn’t take the words as a bad thing. “’Has a beautiful smile’.”

Chris opens his mouth to disagree but Darren beats him.

“Don’t,” the curly haired man points a finger at him, “You have a mesmerizing smile and this right here,” he motions for his phone, “Is real proof.”

How can Chris doubt this man and his logic? He settles back into the armchair and keeps his lips closed on a smile.

Darren seems satisfied enough to continue. “’Very creative, tells amazing stories’. Don’t even need to go further into that one, do I?” At Chris’ shake of head, he returns his eyes to the screen. “’Strong’, you can pick Brian up, that’s true.”

As if understanding him, the cat got up from his place and jumped to the floor, very narrowly avoiding his back paws on Darren’s face. He’s like Brian likes him. The cat climbs the dining table and lays down on one of the chairs, sulking.

“I’m sorry, Brian,” Darren calls, but to no vail.

Chris turns to the cat, “He’s not wrong, you know.”

In response, Brian turns so that his back it to them.

Cooper, seeing Darren’s free hand, nudges it with his paw. Darren laughs and rests it on the dog’s neck, scratching the fur there. Cooper’s tail begins a slow movement of left to right.

“And lastly,” Darren announces, “This one is more of a tip. ‘The irresistible one, hold on to them’.”

Chris smiles, “You better follow it.”

“Oh, I intend to,” Darren’s radiating smile matches the loving gaze in his partner’s blue eyes.

“What about yours?” Chris asks. At Darren’s confused glance, he explains, “Your characteristics, from the zodiac sign post. What does it say?”

“Oh.”

Darren’s eyes go back to the screen and scrolled it up a bit.

“Read it, read it!” Chris chanted.

“’Aquarius: does it in the water’.” He looks at Chris, a serious look on his features. “I really like doing it in the water.”

As if Chris didn’t know that. One of them would occasionally fill the tub and they’d just sulk there for some time as a foreplay before they did what they both wanted. Darren adores those days and he lets it very clear to Chris.

“Tell me something I don’t know. What else?”

Darren focuses on the screen then barks a laugh before answering. “Not a fighter but will knock your lights out of it when it comes to it.”

Chris can’t help but laugh at the connotation. Darren observes how his eyes squint and dimples form, simply gorgeous.

“’Trustworthy’,” Darren reads.

“Are you sure you’re not reading mine again?”

“’Attractive’.”

Chris nods. “I agree on that.”

“’Great kisser’. With caps on ‘great’,” Darren seems pretty pleased with himself.

“And you know it,” Chris points out.

“’One of a kind’.”

“Well, you are pretty weird,” he smiles at Darren. “I don’t know many people who bolts out singing anywhere, likes Disney and can play the cello.”

“Thanks, babe,” Darren smiles at him. “’Loves being in long-term relationships’. That is correctly,” he winked at Chris, who blushes.

Darren likes to know people, how they acted, why, their interests and such. It makes him a talkative person, which is the next characteristic, but is also more easier accomplished when he’s known the person for some times.

“’Unpredictable’.”

“Although,” Chris says, “I guess that’s one of the things I love most about you. You always end up-”

“’Exceeding expectations’?”

“Is that written there?” Chris asks, surprised.

“’Will exceed expectations’,” Darren reads. “Those are two different topics but one right under the other,” Darren points at the screen as if visually explaining it to Chris, who can’t actually see the phone because the back of such device is turned to him.

“’Extremely energetic’.”

“Yes. I actually think that’s your superpower.”

“’Great listener’.”

“I guess we are just great at communicating then,” Chris wondered out loud.

“Yes,” Darren agrees, “Also at something else that involves knocking the other out.” His smile was anything but innocent.

Cooper jumps over the back of the couch and trails to the kitchen where it’s cooler to lay down on the floor, belly up. Darren sits up and Chris gets up from the armchair and walks toward the couch.

“Weren’t you all set for a nap before Tumblr came into this conversation?”

“I guess I have to make use of my never-ending energy,” Darren smirks as Chris straddles his hips. The taller man uses one hand to gently guide Darren’s torso to rest on the cushions.

“What a sacrifice,” he whispers, leaning down, their mouths only inches apart.

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Summary: Chris - and Darren - bring Cooper home for the first time. Plus Brian.

Words: 592.

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“He’s so small,” Chris gushes.

“For now.  Wait until he grows up and becomes a beast! We’re raising our own beast!” Darren whisper-yells. Oh yes, quite the beast.

Chris shushes him gently – said-future-beast is sleeping after all -, patting his thigh, a grin spreading on his face.

They – Chris and Darren – are raising a living being. It makes his heart beats faster and a weight settle upon his heart, but it's soothing, good, warm.

“Brian seems to be dealing pretty well with the situation too,” Chris says, eyeing the cat scratch his nail on the special carpet.

“I think all those new toys we brought him helped a bit,” Darren ponders. “We can’t let him­ feel replaced, that’s all.”

Brian got a bunch of new toys this afternoon. Along with a new brother.

A puppy golden retriever lies on the blue bed – the one that was promised to be big for him even when he’s on his full grown size and sprawled out by the old lady at the store – breathing softly and completely relaxed. Darren and Chris sit on the floor, backs propped up by the couch and thighs touching the bed. Their intertwined hands rest on the bed and it’s often that one of them reaches a thumb out to stroke the shiny, golden hair.

They are silent for a few minutes, the only noises being Brian’s nail, Cooper’s deep breathing and Darren humming a song they sang a couple years ago in uniforms.

“We’ve adopted,” Darren beams at him, eyes a liquid gold that match Cooper’s fur.

Chris can’t – and doesn’t even try to – stop the huge smile that stretches his lips.

“We have,” he says, scooting closer so he can lay his head on Darren’s shoulder, bodies pressed from head to hip.

Cooper perks up, opens his eyes and, when he looks at Darren and Chris, at their huge smiles, it’s like he’s smiling too. His tongue falls from his mouth and he looks so happy. His tail wags quickly and he jumps from his bed to their laps. He barks, light and high, and drops his torso to the ground, keeping his little butt up on the air.

“You’re the cutest little thing, aren’t you?” Darren asks him, huge smile on and hand out to play with Cooper, who barks once again and taps Darren’s hand with his paw.

Chris sees Brian looking at them and gracefully padding until he’s near them, where he touches his entire body to Chris leg before jumping on the couch. He lays down on the cushions between him and Darren lets his head drop from the edge. Chris reaches back and scratches his ear, smiling when Brian closes his eyes.

Darren is still talking to Cooper, but he looks at Brian and scratches his neck. The cat purrs loudly and holds his arm there by threading his nails through Darren’s shirt.

Both men disconnect their hands to play with Cooper, who barks happily at them. Chris doesn’t even have time to fell replaced though before Darren kisses his temple and keeps his head lowered as he continues to pet Cooper and Brian, all the while talking to them in that special voice.

Chris looks around the room. Brian is purring on the couch. Cooper’s tail is thumping from side to side, whacking Darren’s knee and his thigh. And Darren is looking at him with shinning eyes and a smile that can light up the city and he’s warm and solid and real.

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Summary: Kurt (witch) and Blaine (vampire) meet because Kurt needs a vile of vampire venom for a potion and his demon best friend said you’re the person to talk to.

Words: 1806.

Warnings: Witch!Kurt and Vampire!Blaine.

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Kurt shouldn’t be nervous, he knows this. Logically, he’s completely certain he should be calm.

Truthfully? He’s hands are shaking and everything’s startling him.

He has a date tonight, with Blaine Anderson. Blaine, the vampire that asked for the date in return of giving a vial of his venom to Kurt. Blaine, who Kurt barely knew when he asked for said vial. Blaine Anderson, the guy who in a couple of minutes managed to make Kurt feel so at ease.

Kurt had his outfit ready since Wednesday morning - since he got to his dorm after he parted when Blaine had originally asked him out in exchange of some of his own venom, literally - but he’s not entirely satisfied with it. He has a lean body and likes to put it on display with his designer clothes and carefully picked outfits. But somehow it’s like the pieces don’t match, none of them, no matter how many items he picks out from his closet or how many times he tries to put two of them together.

And he needs to hurry. Blaine will be coming to pick him up in about one hour and he still has to settle on shoes.

Oh my. Shoes.

***

Blaine still has fifteen minutes to get to Kurt’s dorm. He’s been ready for half an hour but has stayed put on a stool near the TV in his own dorm at his David’s insistence as to not wrinkle his clothes. He knows how clothes are important to Kurt and if he wants to make a good impression on the witch, he has to be presentable.

Suddenly, he’s thankful for the harsh education his parents taught him, it’ll come in handy tonight to sweep Kurt off his feet.

Blaine gathers the bouquet of dark roses in his hand and heads to the door before calling out, “See you guys later!”

“Have fun! Use protection! Remember curfew! Don’t suck all of his blood!” is the good-mooded answer he gets from Jeff, who’s waiting for David to come back with pizza.

Blaine laughs and closes the door. When he turns to face the hallway, he inhales deeply before releasing it.

He tries to take slow steps to Kurt’s dorm, he’s still got plenty of time. But he gets there so soon and his hands are trembling and if swears that if he had a beating heart, it’d be worriedly fast right now - but he doesn’t have so let’s just stick with the shaking hands. He checks the flowers to make them look their best, straightens his clothes and knocks rhythmically on the door and waits. Here he goes.

He opens the door and Blaine has to take a moment to appreciate such beauty.

Kurt’s coiffed hair make him look taller and older. His blue eyes scan him and he hopes the witch approves of his clothes. Kurt himself is dressed in a jet black button-up skin-tight red chinos. He’s gorgeous and Blaine is so happy he gets to spend the night with him.

***

Kurt is happy he’s still holding onto the doorknob while he takes Blaine in.

The vampire has a perfect styled hair, his dark strands tamed down by the gel. His golden eyes are bright and shinning and beautiful. He’s dressed in a dark grey button-up, the black blazer black blazer and dark slacks - which Kurt would notice later that hug his ass perfectly. A dark red bowtie adorns his neck.  

“Hey you,” Blaine smiles and it’s so bright. “You look amazing.”

“Hi,” he feels his own lips twist up as his cheeks burn. “You too.”

Blaine offers him a bouquet of dark roses, “Those are for you.”

Kurt blinks. No one has ever given him flowers, for any reason whatsoever. And those… those are beautiful.

He reaches for them and can’t help but touch the petals to his nose and inhale, closing his eyes. They are so colorful and smell so nicely.

“Thank you. I love them,” he says and Blaine beams in front of him.

He steps back into his room and opens the door wider, gesturing for the vampire to enter.

“I’ll just put those in the water and we can go.”

Blaine nods, “I’ll wait right here.”

Kurt frowns for a second but then he remembers: he has to invite Blaine in. And Blaine is giving him the option to be in control.

He can’t put into words what he feels right now.

“I’ll be right back.”

Blaine’s smile doesn’t falter; he connects his hands behind his back and nods again.

Kurt leaves the door ajar as he takes one of his spare tall bowls for small potions on his desk, fills it with water on the bathroom and sets the flowers inside. He puts the bowl on his desk and delicately touches the petals before returning to the door. Blaine is there waiting, apparently not having moved a muscle.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

***

The vampire opens the car’s door for Kurt as well as the restaurant’s. Kurt always replies quietly, a soft “Thank you.”

They had had absolutely no problem in talking the night they met and during the short distance to the restaurant. But as soon as Blaine gave his name for the concierge for their reservations as were sitting on the table, there were no words to be said.

The waiter - a light blue ghost that comes floating with a small notepad and a pen on her hands - comes to ask them their chosen beverages and each one responds quietly. The woman had arrived at the table with a smile and leaves with a worried expression on her face.

She returns and there are still no conversation between them. Kurt observes the setting around them and Blaine tries not to make it obvious that he’s observing every move of the witch in front of him.

Suddenly, he can’t take it anymore.

“Question,” Blaine blurts out, “Do you know how to get bloodstains off of the wall?”

Well, it could have been a worse question.

Kurt looks at him for a moment before answering. “No, I don’t.” Yes, he does. “Here’s a question for you: do you really think that was an appropriate first date question?”

“No, it’s more of a second date question but the conversation stalled and I panicked.”

Kurt looks at the table then back at Blaine.

“I’m glad you did.”

And suddenly, it’s easy again.

Words fall from their mouths and they are both so entertained with the other that the waiter floats around them for almost a minute before they notice her. She leaves with their orders and gives a thumbs at Blaine from behind Kurt.

They share passions for music, for bad tv shows, for books, for singing. They are promising to sing a duet one day when the waiter returns with their bill. Blaine quickly slips his credit card inside and hands it back with a polite smile.

Kurt is looking at him with a surprised expression.

“I invited, I pay,” Blaine explains.

Kurt smirks, “Next time, I’m paying.”

And Blaine can’t even say no because “next time”. His insides are filled with something warm and he has only Kurt to thank for that.

***

Blaine drives them back and this time they turn on the radio and hum along the music while talk about their families.

“So your father, step-brother and step-mother are witches too?”

“Yup, makes it easier for books, since my parents have a big collection, even if I don’t trust my notebooks with Finn. He doesn’t really like reading.”

“My brother isn’t much different, I understand,” Blaine says. “Cooper is more focused on enjoying life. My parents don’t care as long as he tells them where he is and if he’s safe.”

Blaine takes the turn to enter the school and parks on the part destined for students. He kills the engine but both boys stay put on their seats. Neither one of them want the night to end.

“And they don’t care about lineage?” Kurt asks hesitantly, looking down at his hands on his lap.

Blaine slowly takes Kurt’s hand on his and intertwines their fingers while his other hand gently

“They don’t get a say in it,” Blaine answers. “What about your father?”

Kurt smiles at the thought of telling his Dad about a possible boyfriend. “As long as I’m happy.”

Blaine’s smile broadens.

The vampire opens Kurt’s door and offers his hand to help him out. Kurt smiles and quietly thanks him. They take their time to get to Kurt’s dorm, where Blaine insists accompany Kurt. They stop in front of the witch’s room, still holding hands.

“I had a great time tonight,” Kurt says.

“Worth it to get vampire venom?” Blaine inquires, raising his eyebrows.

“You know,” Kurt twists his lips and touches his forefinger to them, pretending to think, “I think I’d even do it again.”

Blaine’s eyes shine, “Would you now?” he gushes.

Kurt nods. “Maybe more than once.”

“Well, then I’ll call you to schedule the next-”

“No, nope, no, no, no,” Kurt counters. He’s quick to complete when he sees Blaine’s fallen expression. “I’m asking you next time, remember?”

The corners of Blaine’s eyes crinkled with his beautiful smile.

“I remember.”

“Then, I’ll call you,” he promises.

“Okay,” Blaine’s voice is not much louder than a whisper.

Amber eyes fall to Kurt’s lips and he doesn’t think, he just wants. He wants Blaine to do what he thinks he will.

Blaine looks at him, leans a bit over, silently asking is this okay?

Kurt jerks his head in a nod and their lips touch, Blaine’s hand coming up to cradle Kurt’s face.

The vampire’s mouth is soft and gentle against his, but the pressure sends his stomach twirling with something so good, so joyful. Kurt’s hand opens and his fingers feel numb and his other hand cups Blaine’s cheek.

It lasts seconds, but they part with a smacking sound and breathing hard.

A flush creeps up Kurt’s face and he’s surprised but oh so happy, the grin on his face gives him away. Blaine chuckles.

They say their goodbyes, Kurt promising once again to call him. He enters his dorm and, after a quick look to confirm his roommate isn’t there, squeals high and jumps.

He just hopes the doors really are vampire-sound proof like the pamphlets said they were.

***

When Blaine returns to his room, he’s sporting a silly grin on his face and love eyes. His friends are on the couch, an empty box of pizza on the coffee table in front of them.

David stand on his knees on the couch and keeps his balance with his hands on his boyfriend’s shoulder, wiggling his butt like he’d be wiggling a tail - which only comes on full moons.