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"Wanting to hold you, wanting you near. How much I wanted you home."

Who: Kurt Hummel-Anderson and Blaine Hummel-Anderson
Where: Kurt and Quinn's (and now Blaine's) bungalow
Time of Day: A little while after THIS
Open or Closed: Closed

Despite being angry at them all, Kurt agreed to let Puck carry Blaine to the bungalow. As much as Kurt wanted to do that on his own, he didn't have the physical strength for it where Puck did. Everyone had followed along, but as soon as Blaine was safely delivered to the other bungalow, everyone made themselves scarce. The first thing Kurt did was help Blaine take a small bath, just to wash away all the stress since his arrival. From what he could tell, Blaine wouldn't have been in any condition to bathe and the way Blaine's head had rested against Kurt's arm while Kurt washed his hair, Kurt knew he enjoyed it. They didn't talk much beyond Blaine answering Kurt's soft questions about changing into his pyjamas, and then agreed to a cup of tea with some toast just to get something in his stomach. They both could do with that, so Kurt made them enough for both, his mind still reeling that Blaine was actually here.

But now Blaine was propped up in Kurt's bed - no, their bed - resting against a mound of pillows and covered in the light blankets conducive to the island heat. Blaine didn't seem to be feeling the heat, though, wanting the covers over him for the moment. Blaine was watching Kurt when he came into the room to sit down on the bed beside him. "How are you feeling, baby?" Kurt asked him softly and then gently dabbed some hemp oil lip balm on Blaine's dry and chapped lips for him. "We've got a lot to talk about, but not if you're still not feeling well. There's a glass of water here or a glass of orange juice if you feel like that. Tissues if you need them, or some moist towelettes if you want to freshen up. It gets hot and humid here. I can always turn the airconditioning up, or put a fan on."

He recapped the lip balm and put the little jar on the nightstand. After that, he gently took Blaine's hand and entwined their fingers, a soft sigh escaping him when that familiar warmth of touch seemed to take over him completely. "I missed you so much," he finally told Blaine in a whisper, the words hitching around a fight not to start crying again.

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Blaine was feeling a little like he had run a marathon around the world. He was weak and tired, but feeling better lying here in a bed that smelt like Kurt and the way Kurt had left the double sliding doors of the bedroom open so Blaine could see him while he made the tea and toast was soothing. He was finally able to relax. He felt warm and protected, but nothing was making sense. Not a damn thing. He was glad Kurt was clearly alive and okay, though he looked pale and thin, his eyes red and little swollen, so that wasn't 100%. Now Kurt was telling him he missed him, but they were just together for their wedding, and Blaine couldn't remember being away from him.

His big hazel eyes rested on Kurt's face, and he gave Kurt's fingers a soft squeeze. "I'm feeling... really lost," was his honest answer with a tiny, helpless shrug of his shoulder. He nibbled on his lower lip, tasting the balm there, but it had eased the sting of the dryness. "You were so hurt. There was blood everywhere, and now you're... it doesn't look like there is a scratch on you. I don't know where we are. I don't remember getting here. I feel like it's a dream. And it's making my head hurt. Was I in a coma or something? Like in the movies? You... you look different. Your hair is lighter, you're skinnier, you're... you're tanned. I-I don't get it. I know something's not right, but I don't know what, and I'm scared."

Kurt stood again then, padding around the bed so he could make it to the other side. He pulled his t-shirt off then and got down to his pair of loose, silk boxers, knowing it was probably going to get hot with two in the bed. It wasn't something he had experienced on the island, always being completely loyal to Blaine and their marriage. No one but Blaine had shared his bed like this. Sometimes he slept beside Quinn on the nights he got really lonely, but it wasn't like this. The covers were tugged back and he slowly slipped inside and shifted over to Blaine's side.

Blaine was still watching him, and when Kurt got close enough, he helped Blaine snuggle down beside him so they were lying on their sides, facing each other with their heads on the one pillow. It was very reminiscent of the wake of the first time they made love, and Kurt cuddled his arm around Blaine, trailing it up so he could softly and rhythmically begin to stroke his fingers through the curls at the nape of Blaine's neck. "Don't be scared. It's okay, I promise. Whatever all of this is, baby, we're here together. We're finally here together and we're going to do all the things we wanted to once we got married. We're on an island, called Etre Libre. As mindblowing as it is, I guess it's a little like a dream. But it's reality. It's just not the reality you know."

He paused, wetting his lips. "Blaine... baby, I was hurt on our wedding day. Very hurt. They shot me, and I didn't survive. That's what you just lived through. But this place here, it's like a place people are brought to so they can have a rest from their life. I know it seems crazy and magical and all that, but just because we never knew it existed back home, doesn't mean it didn't. You know how much you love Harry Potter? Well, it's sort of like that. It's a place that is very real, but until you get here, you don't know about it. People are brought here when they need to be, and I've been here for two years now. Two years without you. I came from the same time, right when I died. It's why I look different. It's amazing what a little sun can do for the complexion and hair," he joked and then rested his forehead against Blaine's. "Don't freak out. Just take it slow with me okay? I've been waiting for you for two years, and we're finally together again."

"N-No..." Blaine stammered in confusion as he listened, and did focus on Kurt's gentle voice and soft words to stay with him on this and understand what Kurt was saying, but not a single bit of it made sense. "Why didn't you just fly home to get me? If you came, you could have come and got me and I would have come back here with you, if living on an island is what you wanted to do. I would have, you just had to say. No, I... don't... it hasn't been two years. We just got married yesterday. Remember?" He was frowning and his head was hurting with all of this, but he really wanted to be on the same page with Kurt. He hated the sensation that he wasn't.

He looked at Kurt and chewed uncertainly on his lip, really trying to understand. "I don't understand how you got here, or how you came without me. That you... you... two years? How are people brought here? I don't remember coming here? There wasn't a plane or anything. Y-You do look like you've had a little sun, but I just... I'm trying... but..." He just gave a little shake of his head and then cuddled in closer to Kurt, once again reminding himself that Kurt was here and okay. He felt the same, just a little skinnier than he remembered, but he still fit against Blaine perfectly.

He breathed in deeply, enjoying Kurt's fresh smell in the wake of his quick shower, and then sought out Kurt's lips with his own and started to kiss him slowly. There was still a part of him that couldn't care about anything but the fact his new husband was here in his arm and not bleeding. He was breathing, and his heart was beating. That's all that really mattered, even if Kurt was intent on talking right now. "I love you," he whispered, just breaking the kiss long enough to offer the sentiment. His hand brushed over Kurt's hip and then just like second nature, Blaine slipped his fingers down the back of Kurt's silky boxers and cupped his ass.

Kurt never expected any of this to be easy. It was true, that just when he had given up on Blaine coming, the bastard island turns around and gives me everything he has been hoping for. Why couldn't it have done that two years ago, and before he got tempted with filling his lungs with nicotine and risking his liver with regular booze? Now that Blaine was here, he was going to have to hit the gym more and put himself on an intense detox. Now that Blaine was here, he could take a bit better care of himself... in the process of taking care of his husband just like he needed to two years ago when they got married.

He was going to keep trying to explain, and take as long as Blaine needed to wrap his head around the whole thing, but when he felt Blaine's hand on his ass, everything suddenly shifted and two years of missing Blaine with every fibre of him, he just needed this. He needed to feel the physical connection, and there was no hope in stifling the little needy whimper that escaped against Blaine's lips. "Baby, you need to rest..." he murmured, breath hitching at the electricity Blaine was already sending through him with that simple intimate touch. His hips rolled forward on their own accord and invited a friction between them. He was hard, and remembering now that they never got the chance to consummate their marriage. "W-We need to talk about this island stuff..." But the words died on his lips when Blaine was kissing him deeply again.

"I am resting. There's nothing more relaxing that making love to my man..." was Blaine's answer in another pause in the kissing. "We can talk later. Please, baby? I thought I lost you. I want to remind myself that I haven't. We'll go slow. Please, I need this and I think you need it to. I can feel that you need it," he added with a little teasing scrunch of his nose and his hand escaped from Kurt's bum to get more adventurous. He slid it down the front of Kurt's boxers and wrapped his fingers around Kurt's erection. It fit perfectly in his palm and the little keening noise Kurt made in response sent shockwaves to Blaine's own dick.

He started to softly stroke his thumb over the hard flesh, over the delicate head and feeling the hint of dampness there. "You're really close already. Let me suck you off so we can take it slow," he decided, pushing the covers away so he could back down the bed a little and roll onto his stomach. Kurt was biting down on his lip, like he was working hard to hold everything back and when Blaine looked up at his face, he caught sight of a tear trickling down Kurt's temple. "Hey... Kurt, baby, what's the matter? We don't have to. I'm not pushing you. If you don't feel up to it, we can wait. Don't you want to make love to me? I-It's okay if you don't..." Although considering Blaine was pretty much still in post-wedding mode, he was trying not to get upset if Kurt didn't want to be intimate with him.

Kurt's hand immediately closed around Blaine's shoulder in a panic. "No, no, no. No, sweetheart, that's not it at all. At all. Does it look like I don't want to make love with you?" he had to ask through a teary laugh as he sniffled. The emotions had gotten the better of him, hitting him suddenly that Blaine was really there and needed to have sex with him just as much as Kurt himself had needed that intimacy with his husband. "I'm just a little emotional having you back here, that's all. I want this. I don't have enough words to ever tell you how much I want this... want you. It's just been a really, really long time I've waited to feel you close again and it's like my body is feeling everything all at once, and I'm probably about a sliver away from coming just at the sound of your voice..."

He licked his lips and feathered his finger through Blaine's soft curls again. He was looking up at Kurt through those long, thick eyelashes of his that should be illegal, his big hazel eyes unable to hide the emotions he was feeling. "God, you're so beautiful," Kurt told him with a tiny sob he could stifle and then gave a wave of his hand. "I'm sorry, I'm being silly. You're really here, it's not all my imagination. You're here in my bed, and you're warm, and beautiful, and so amazingly hot. Of course I want to make love to you. I would do that forever if I could, darling," he swore and took Blaine's hand to press a trail of kisses over his knuckles.

The extent Kurt was continuously referring to his separation from Blaine was really making it hit home to Blaine that all this, even if it felt like some sort of weird dream he was missing pieces of, could well be reality. Had he and Kurt, and Puck, and whoever else was there been brought to this place for some reason? Had Kurt been brought here before him and had to live for years without him? Blaine tried to fathom how he would have coped if their places had been swapped. He couldn't have survived without Kurt. But then, Kurt had told him he had been killed, and that was harder to deny because Blaine been there. He heard the gunshots, he had Kurt's blood all over him, Kurt in his arms unresponsive to his pleas to wake up...

Blaine sucked in a sharp breath at the scene replaying in his mind, and reached up to touch Kurt's warm, soft cheek with his beautiful blue eyes gazing back at him, albeit tearfully. Kurt wasn't dead, he was right here, and it didn't fucking matter how that happened. It just mattered that it did. He didn't say anything. Instead, he just hooked his fingers into the elastic of Kurt's boxers and slowly slipped them down over his hips and thighs to rid him of them, leaving him gloriously naked. Blaine just traced his lips over Kurt's thigh in a track of soft, worshipping kisses and trailed the tip of his tongue up over Kurt's balls to the firmness of his erection. His hazel eyes locked with blue ones when his lips wrapped around Kurt's dick, taking him slowly and lovingly and moaning softly at the familiar taste on his tongue.

Endless nights for endless hours since arriving on the island, Kurt had fantasised about Blaine's touch, his mouth, being inside him. Memories of their lovemaking were all he had to thrive on, and he had lost count of how many times he had jerked off pretending it was Blaine there touching him, pressed up against him so intimately like no one else ever had. Hell, even Quinn had accidentally walked in on him in the act a couple of times, but she had just made a hasty exit and left him to it. Of course, that had just lost his momentum and he had been left frustrated, feeling alone and miserable. It was hard to yearn so deeply and passionately for someone you love to be close, to make love to them, and not be able to have them when you needed them.

That was the story of Kurt's life for two years. Right up until now. He had wanted to try and get Blaine to rest a little more, talk about the island, and what he had to know being here. Blaine just had other ideas, and there wasn't a single part of Kurt that wanted to protest that. He wanted and need this, and as soon as he felt Blaine's mouth on him and that familiar warmth around his cock, Kurt whimpered with pleasure and his fingers dove through Blaine's thick curls with encouragement, his back arching as he rolled his hips up for more. "Oh god... more... don't stop," he panted out through a moan. This wasn't fantasy or a dream, it was reality and he finally had the love of his life back. He suddenly wanted to make love to Blaine for hours on end. The island could wait.

For Blaine, it hadn't actually been that long since he had made love to Kurt. the day before their wedding in the morning before they had to go their separate ways so they wouldn't see each other the night before, they had pretty much wasted away the entire morning rolling around in bed making love to last them until they could finally get to their much anticipated wedding night. But the wedding night had never come. All that weird, surreal stuff had happened that Blaine still hadn't caught up with. Right now, it didn't matter. He was ready to just reconnect with Kurt all over again after honestly thinking he had died in his arms. Whatever all that was, it was over and Kurt was here, alive, with his beautiful dick that Blaine just adored having in his mouth. The first blow job he had ever given Kurt, and he had been immediately hooked. Their sex life only ever got more amazing after that.

He definitely had no intentions of stopping. Kurt's plea and the way he was moaning went right to Blaine's own dick. It was tempting to shove his hands down the front of his pyjamas pants and jerk himself off while he blew Kurt, but he wanted to hold off and make this last if he could. His lips travelled up the length of Kurt's cock, feeling the hardness against his tongue. He hummed appreciatively, bringing one hand up to cup Kurt's balls with a fond and tender squeeze to them. They fit perfectly in his palm, just like Kurt's cock fit perfectly in his mouth. The way Kurt was wriggling against the sheets underneath him only turned him on even more, and he applied a little more pressure with a pointed suck, looking up at Kurt's face from beneath his long eyelashes. This was one of his favourite ways to see his husband. He couldn't get enough.

It was just too much. It had been too long. The talent Blaine's lips had with Kurt's dick coupled with the exceptional skills they had with his balls all at once, right along with the way Blaine was looking up at him when their gazes connected briefly, there was no way Kurt had a hope in damned hell of making this last. He hadn't been expecting Blaine to be looking at him. He had glanced down in his spark of arousal to get a snapshot of how Blaine looked with his mouth wrapped deliciously around his dick, and Kurt just lost it. His eyes fell closed uncontrollably, breaking the eye contact and his hand fisted around a handful of the sheets sending his knuckles white as he tried so damn hard to hold off even just a little more longer, but it was a fruitless effort.

He keened, the sharp whimpering sound falling from his lips as the bolt of electricity shot through him and the tickle low down in his belly knew that he had already hit the point of no return. His hips thrust up and it was lucky he didn't choke Blaine, because there was no time to even give him a warning that he was coming. His foot hooked over the Blaine's butt cheek, like some floundering attempt to hug him when his hands were busy elsewhere, and the orgasm shot through him with such force, stars burst behind his clamped-shut eyes and he spilled rapidly into Blaine's mouth with a moan of pleasure. He rode it out, his muscles tense throughout and his hand clamped to the back of Blaine's head as a reminder that he was actually here and this wasn't a fantasy.

He was panting to catch his breath, a sweep of his tongue to wet his lips. "I love you... I love you so much... I'm sorry... that was... I'm sorry!" he mumbled breathlessly. But his hand left Blaine's hand and he hooked his fingers around Blaine's arm to try and coax him up into a kiss. Blaine obliged, and their lips melted together liked they belonged there, Kurt tasting himself on Blaine's tongue when in the past, he was never sure about this particular post-coital act.

The kiss was long and lingering, and Blaine melted into Kurt's arms during it. He loved the way Kurt tasted, and love the feeling of his warm cum on his tongue. He remembered anticipating his first blow job and assuming that he would spit, because it seemed like it should be gross. It was far from gross, and although it had taken some getting used to with the sudden filling of his mouth when Kurt came, it turned out to be one of his favourite things. Not to mention how totally hot it was when Kurt found his own liking for tasting himself in Blaine's mouth with kisses after a blow job. It was something Blaine likes too, and there was just some sort of intimacy to it that was yet another thing they never had to share with anyone else.

When the kissed eased off, Blaine smiled against Kurt's lips. "What are you apologising for? You know I love it when you come, no matter how quick. It's just the start, right? I'm nowhere near done with you yet. Obviously..." he added with a playful smile and rocked his hips slowly, rubbing his erection against Kurt's thigh for him to feel. He rubbed their noses together and stole a couple more gentle kisses to Kurt's lips. "Help me get out of these closed, oh sexy husband of mine..." Meaning, he did have to reluctantly shift then so Kurt could pulled his shirt off up over his head and chuck it over the edge of the bed. Blaine then awkwardly shucked out of his boxers, not wanting to actually leave Kurt's arms. Somehow, he managed it and now he was back lying on top of Kurt, gazing into his eyes with their naked, warm bodies pressed up against each other and their legs entwined in the embrace. He curled a few strands of Kurt's hair near his temple around his finger and tucked it back off his face to smile tenderly at him. "I want to make love to you. Seal this husband deal once and for all..."

Kurt had spent many, many nights since arriving on the island without Blaine touching himself and jerking off to try and emulate what he was missing with his husband. He hadn't had sex, but he couldn't go completely without some sort of relief either. Not how much he missed Blaine. It was all he had, his memories, and at times he just needed to lose himself in them to keep himself sane in his wait for Blaine to appear here. It was those days that Quinn left him alone. He usually locked himself away and just got lost in memories of home, of the most intimate of moments he had shared with Blaine over the years. Which mean, of course, he had a healthy stock of lube on hand and he reached over to yank open his top draw and grab up the new bottle he had bought the other day after his trip to the tattoo parlour.

He pressed it into Blaine's hand, smiling up at him, his chest still rising and falling rhythmically from the exertion of the blow job. "I feel like I've waited forever to feel you inside me again. Part of me thought it would never happen again, but you're here and I... I can't believe it," he murmured, tearing up a little but this time in awed happiness. The misery and loneliness already felt like it was ebbing away with the feeling of Blaine's body against his again with the warmth radiating between them. Once Blaine had a hold on the lube, Kurt rubbed his hand down over Blaine's back and cupped the cheek of his bare ass in his hand. "I have my husband back. You're so beautiful. You're eyes... they're even more beautiful than I remember."

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