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just a kiss on your lips (in the moonlight) 3/6

After months on the road in search for his future husband, Kurt Hummel has finally found somebody he can see himself spending the rest of his life with. The only problem? Blaine isn’t the one being presented to Kurt; it’s his older brother.

A love story told in stolen moments.

Here is chapter three! There’s some smut in this one ;) I’m hoping to get chapter four out soon, but I’m not 100% sure of when “soon” will be. Sorry about that :/ Hope you guys enjoy!

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Kurt knows he just made a terrible, impulsive decision. He knows that he’ll have to do damage control tomorrow. He knows that Mercedes is going to kill him. He knows all this.

Right now, though, he doesn’t care. Right now he is frustrated, hands clenched at his sides, muttering under his breath as he stalks through the halls of Castle Westerville.

The night had been going well. Kurt had only danced with each of his suitors once, and he’d managed to keep his eye on Blaine for most of the evening. Then, he was able to escape Baron Kiehl and Prince Cooper, finding solace with Princess Sunshine, second in line to the Westerville throne.

The conversation was flowing easily. He wanted to make a good impression on the Princess, as he knew they would be ruling simultaneously at some point in the future. Any precautions he could take to avoid a war with Westerville, he would take. It also helped that Princess Sunshine seemed far closer to Blaine, personality-wise, than she did to Cooper.

Then, of course, everything fell apart. Prince Cooper approached Kurt and Princess Sunshine, wrapping a far too possessive arm around Kurt’s waist.

“I’m surprised you’re smiling so much, Sunshine,” he said, a bite in his voice that Kurt didn’t like one bit. “I would have thought it would be absolutely destroying you, knowing that your silly cousin, eighth in line for the throne, is soon going to have more monarchical power than you could even imagine having.”

Sunshine’s eyes widened in shock, and Kurt turned to Prince Cooper, jaw already dropped. “Excuse me?”

“She’s always thought she was better than me, because she’s going to be queen and I’ll never be king,” Prince Cooper says to Kurt, loud enough for Princess Sunshine to hear. “Must be unbearable to have the tables turned, eh, Sunshine?”

“I have never thought I was better than you,” Princess Sunshine said through clenched teeth, at the same time as Kurt pulled himself out of Prince Cooper’s hold.

“You presume too much, Prince Cooper,” Kurt said, voice cold. “I can assure you that I have not made a decision yet on who will be my groom, and this display of pettiness has done you no favours. You would do well to apologize to your cousin for your rudeness, and to myself for your presumption.”

With that, he turned and stormed out of the ballroom, fully aware of the sheer number of eyes watching him.

Kurt shakes his head as he reaches his guest quarters, throwing the door open and then slamming it shut once more with far more strength than necessary.

“Your Highness,” his personal servant, Mike, stands from where he’d been eating a bowl of soup. “I’m surprised you have returned so early.”

“I’d had enough for the night,” he says, hands clenching into fists. “The nerve of some people… to be so bold as to presume…” he shakes his head as he starts to pace.

There’s a knock on the door, and Mike hurries over, though not before sparing Kurt a worried glance.

“Hello,” the voice is Blaine’s, and Kurt toward the door in an instant. “I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that-”

“Mike,” Kurt says, cutting Blaine off. Mike turns to him, a questioning look on his face. “Please go to the ball and inform Mercedes that I do not wish to be disturbed, no matter how angry she is at me. There will be no need for you to return with haste, so please, enjoy the ball. You’ve been cooped up in this room for too long anyhow.”

Mike simply nods, though he does smirk as Blaine passes him. Kurt knows that he will be in for one hell of a teasing later, but for now, he just wants to be alone with Blaine.

“Kurt,” Blaine says, shutting the door behind Mike quickly. “Are you alright? I saw what happened.”

“Your brother is a buffoon,” Kurt spits out. “To be so bold as to presume to know my heart, especially when he has been nothing but obnoxious since I met him.” He shakes his head. “The utter audacity…”

“Please, don’t hold it against him,” Blaine says. “He’s rash and impulsive, and rarely thinks before he speaks, but he means well. He just… he wants to be king. Always has. I think his ambition has blinded him.”

Kurt stares at Blaine for several moments, trying to process his words.

“Why are you defending him?” he asks, eyes narrowing. “Do you… do you want me to marry your brother?”

He must admit, the thought hurts. He thought they’d had a connection, the previous night. To have it flipped so soon, for Blaine to practically beg Kurt to give Prince Cooper a second chance…

Blaine glances down at his feet. He is quiet for several moments, and then, quietly, says, “If you married Cooper I would get to see you on occasion. You would not disappear from my life forever when the festival ends.”

Kurt hurries to Blaine’s side, wrapping the man in his arms. Blaine melts into his embrace, and they hold each other for several moments.

“I will not disappear from your life,” Kurt promises. “Not unless you wish me to.”

“I could never wish that,” Blaine whispers.

“Then I never shall,” Kurt replies.

Blaine stares up at him, lips slightly parted. He is far too tempting, and Kurt cannot help but lean down and press their lips together, remembering how wonderful it felt the previous night.

Blaine kisses back for a second, then pulls away. “We shouldn’t,” he says quietly.

“Why not?” Kurt asks, remaining close, but keeping a safe distance.

“My reputation,” Blaine whispers. “I told you yesterday, I may not be marriageable, but it still matters. The southerners won’t respect me if they see me as a hussy.” He blushes as he looks away. “Besides, you’re here to find a husband. Is it really wise for you to be… philandering with me?”

Kurt presses his lips together, trying not to laugh. “Philandering?”

“You know what I mean,” Blaine says, still not meeting his eye.

Kurt smiles at the blush on Blaine’s cheeks. “Blaine,” he says, squeezing Blaine’s shoulder lightly. “I have not met a single man on this entire journey that has captivated me even half as much as you do.” Blaine glances at him, and Kurt can see the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. “I would much rather spend the remaining three evenings philandering,” he rolls his eyes as he says it, and Blaine chuckles, ducking his head, “with you, then out there with them.”

Blaine chuckles again, looking up at Kurt from under his eyelashes. “Prince Kurt, you sure know how to sweet talk a man,” his tone is teasing, and it makes Kurt grin.

“Well, what can I say. I’m a philanderer, apparently,” he winks, and Blaine laughs.

This time, when Kurt leans in to kiss him, Blaine doesn’t pull away. Instead he kisses back, softly at first, but slowly becoming more assertive.

Kurt drapes his arms over Blaine’s shoulders as they trade lazy kisses, heart pounding quickly in his chest. He clasps his hands together behind Blaine’s neck, pulling the man closer. Blaine tilts his head up to kiss Kurt better, slipping his tongue into Kurt’s mouth and making Kurt moan.

Kurt can feel himself becoming aroused, but he doesn’t want to push Blaine into anything. He pushes Blaine away carefully, and quietly says, “We can stop, if you’d like.”

“Why would we stop?” Blaine asks, breathless.

Kurt raises an eyebrow, then rolls his hips forward, his erection meeting Blaine’s thigh. He bites down on his bottom lip to stop from moaning at the contact, especially when he feels Blaine’s erection against his own thigh.

“Oh,” Blaine whispers, eyelids fluttering shut. His lips part, and his head tilts back slightly. “That’s, um. Not a problem.”

“Really?” Kurt asks, tightening his hold around Blaine’s neck.

Blaine shakes his head, opening his eyes. His pupils are blown wide, and Kurt’s heart skips a beat. “Just… we can go slow, right? It’s been a while.”

Kurt smiles, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Blaine’s lips. “We can go as slow or as fast as you want. You set the pace.”

“That’s not a very philanderer thing to say,” Blaine says, and Kurt chuckles.

“What can I say, I’m a new type of philanderer. The type that respects the desires of my partner.”

“Me,” Blaine whispers, a breathless awe in his voice. Kurt knows exactly how he feels.

“You,” he repeats, just as breathless as Blaine had been.

They move to Kurt’s bedroom, which makes them both blush. Kissing on Kurt’s bed feels different than kissing in the common area of the guest chambers, and it barely takes any time at all before Kurt’s erection begins to grow desperate in his breeches.

He rolls his hips against Blaine’s, and Blaine moans. “Can we…” Blaine rolls them over, so that he is straddling Kurt’s lap. He moves his hips down into Kurt’s, and Kurt’s eyes roll back. “Just like this?”

“Of course,” Kurt says. He leans his head up and kisses Blaine again. They find an easy rhythm, and even though Kurt knows this would feel much better without their trousers in the way, he doesn’t want to push Blaine into more than he’s ready for. Although he still thinks it absurd that Blaine does not feel as though he should be allowed to indulge in this type of pleasure, he also wants to be respectful of Blaine. As far as he knows, the last man Blaine did this with betrayed him and ruined his reputation throughout the kingdom of Westerville.

Kurt refuses to repeat Prince Sebastian’s mistake.

“I know I’ve already said this,” Kurt whispers against Blaine’s lips. “But you are unlike any man I’ve ever met.”

Blaine blushes, though his hips never stop moving. “The implications of that statement better not be that no other man would do this with you only three days after meeting.”

Kurt’s hands fly down to Blaine’s hips, stopping their movements. “Blaine,” he says, voice soft despite his desire. “You are unlike any man I’ve ever met because you are kind, and honest, and you don’t treat me like a gateway to the crown of Lima. I feel closer to you after only three days than I have with any of the men I’ve met on this journey after two weeks.” He tilts his head up to kiss Blaine gently on the lips.

“Oh,” Blaine replies. “You… oh.”

Kurt smiles, bringing Blaine’s hips down against his. “It was a compliment. I promise.”

“I believe you,” Blaine says, kissing Kurt.

Kurt wants to keep talking. He wants to tell Blaine about how he hasn’t stopped thinking about him since they met. He wants to tell Blaine about how desperately he wants to reject all his other suitors and beg Blaine to be his husband. He wants to promise Blaine that sexual impurity means nothing, literally, and that if he married Kurt, nobody would ever look down on him for doing something as common as sleeping with his fiancé ever again.

He doesn’t, though. Not yet. Instead he starts moving his hips in tandem with Blaine’s, creating the most delicious friction.

Blaine moans into his mouth, grinding down quicker, more erratically. “I’m not going to last long,” he whispers. “It’s… it’s been a while.”

“I won’t last long either,” Kurt admits. “It’s okay.”

Blaine’s entire face goes lax, and he rolls his hips down one, two, three more times, and then he’s coming against Kurt.

The pleasure written all over his face makes Kurt’s cock throb, and it isn’t long before he is coming as well, all over the inside of his breeches.

Blaine manages to roll over so that he falls onto his face next to Kurt instead of on top of him. He sighs, and Kurt hopes he isn’t just imagining how pleased he sounds.

“That was wonderful,” Blaine says, turning his head so that his cheek rests against the pillow. He smiles at Kurt, who shifts closer to him, moving to his side.

“It was more than wonderful,” Kurt replies. He stares at Blaine, at this wonderful man who has come into his life so unexpectedly, and knows he never wants to let him go.

“What are you thinking?” Blaine asks, running his fingers over Kurt’s cheek.

Kurt’s eyes flutter closed at the action. “About you,” he whispers. “How I want you to be in my life forever.”

“So… you’ll marry Cooper?” Blaine asks. Kurt can’t tell if he looks hopeful, or worried. There is yearning written in his eyes.

Kurt bites down on his bottom lip. “You… you don’t wish to marry? Ever?”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Blaine replies.

“I know,” Kurt says, looking deep into Blaine’s eyes. He imagines them being the first thing he sees in the morning, and his heart skips a beat. “Answer mine, and then I’ll answer yours?”

Blaine exhales deeply. “No. I don’t wish to marry.” He removes his hand from Kurt’s cheek, letting it fall to his side. “After everything that happened with Sebastian I knew nobody would want me. It was hard, at first, but I eventually grew accustomed to the idea. I don’t need a spouse to run the Southern estates, as Santana has been trained her whole life to run them as well as I have. It’s better like this.”

Kurt swallows thickly. Blaine is staring at him, clearly wanting him to answer the question he posed him. “I don’t know if I’ll marry Cooper,” he says. “I want you in my life but… Blaine, I know he’s your brother, but he’s not really…” He thinks of the scene Prince Cooper caused earlier and cringes. Could he marry a man like that just to ensure that Blaine would remain in his life?

“I understand,” Blaine says. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t want to just for me.”

His heart aches as he says, “I would do anything for you.”

They lean in for a soft kiss, and Kurt wishes he could stay in this moment forever.

He can’t, of course. Reality comes knocking on his door, literally, making him pull away from Blaine.

“Um, Your Highness?” It’s Mike, and Kurt sighs.

“Yes, Mike?”

“Several people have mentioned Prince Blaine’s disappearance,” Mike’s voice comes through the door. “And Mercedes desperately wants to speak with you.”

“Of course she does,” Kurt grumbles.

“I should return,” Blaine says, sitting up. He glances down at his lap and pulls a face. “Maybe I should change first, though.”

“I should do the same,” Kurt says, registering the disgusting mess in his trousers.

“I’ll… I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” Blaine asks.

Kurt smiles. “Nothing could keep me away from you.”

They share one final kiss before Blaine scurries from the room, bidding Mike a soft goodbye.

Kurt looks up to the door to see Mike leaning in the doorway. “Thank you for your discretion,” he says.

“You know I’d do anything for you,” Mike replies. “But, Your Highness, are you sure you’re being wise? I mean, sleeping with the brother of one of your suitors…”

“I know,” Kurt says, rubbing a hand over his face. “I know.”

Mike winces, and Kurt sighs.

“Mercedes is waiting for you. She’s on the warpath.”

“Right,” Kurt says. “Just… let me change first. Send her in in five minutes.”

Mike raises an eyebrow, then smirks. “Yes, Your Highness,” he says, exiting the room and shutting the door behind him quietly.

As Kurt changes, he thinks of Blaine. It is just his luck that the only man he wishes to be his husband doesn’t want to marry anybody, ever.

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