Not Exculsive - Additional One Shot :)

I owe this to Janey. I love you a lot but I didn't edit this, and for that I'm sorry, but work is a bitch right now. Enjoy!

Road trips really did suck.

Having a famous husband who was busy more than not sucked, too.

Well, it wasn't all that bad.

Blaine Anderson loved being married to Kurt Hummel. There was something about sharing matching wedding bands with your best friend that made life so much more special. There was no doubt that he was blessed; they owned a home in New York and a penthouse in Boston, they had two beautiful children who were growing what seemed to be several inches a minute, and they were both living out their dreams with careers they were passionate about.

Blaine's team had a bye week. The New England Patriots had begun their season with 5 wins and 2 losses. One of the losses happened to be a terrible game for him down in Florida and he hated that he couldn't crawl up to Kurt afterwards and cuddle with his twins, but it wasn't like the distance was something they never had to deal with. Either way, the Patriots were on top of their division and he had some of the highest stats for the season. Kurt was getting some of the best reviews for his role on a brand new Broadway Show at the Gershwin Theater and there happened to be Tony nominations surfacing. It was a great time to be back on the East coast with a few days off.

Blaine was one of the many who gave his husband and the supporting cast a standing ovation after the show was over. He stood in the front row; skin still peppered with goose bumps from hearing Kurt's beautiful voice echo throughout the theater. As the cast stood up from their bow, Kurt found Blaine's eyes and sent him a wink, blushing when he got one back.

Blaine could still make Kurt blush, 4 years into this.

He arrived backstage with a bouquet of flowers and a kiss before Kurt kicked him out of the dressing room. "I'll never be ready for our dinner reservations on time if you don't get out of here right now," Kurt mumbled, trying not to laugh as his husband kissed his neck, but Blaine was obedient. While he waited, he signed autographs for fans and chatted with the other actors for a bit, letting them know they were wonderful and simply getting to know the people Kurt spent almost every day with.

Dinner was rushed. Blaine didn't finish most of his food—the idea of taking Kurt home and seeing their children for the first time in almost two weeks was more tempting than the overly expensive French dish on his plate. He was patient enough to wait for his husband to finish his cheesecake, though. He definitely knew better than to interrupt Kurt's alone time with his cheesecake.

Not long after, they were walking hand in hand through the frigid New York City streets. Blaine smiled as Kurt moved further into him and gave him that look.

"What?"

Kurt shook his head, though the adorable look was still on his face. "Nothing, handsome. I was just thinking about how proud I am of you, that's all."

Blaine hummed as their gloved fingers wrapped tighter around each other's. They noticed snow starting to fall as they slowly walked towards their Manhattan Brownstone. "I could definitely say the same about you, Mr. Soon-To-Be-Tony-Award-Winner."

Kurt laughed lightly. "I'd have to be nominated first, Blaine. Besides," he stopped walking and pulled Blaine into him, smiling as their noses brushed, "I prefer 'Mr. Hummel-Anderson' more."

Blaine smiled against his lips before they connected the kiss. Yeah, this would always be better than a 50 yard touchdown run. Sorry, Coach Belichick. "I like that one, too. Take me home."

Kurt kissed him again before pulling away. "Gladly."

Of course the paparazzi somehow found them before they could get there, and Blaine had to enjoy the luxury of walking to his neighborhood with a TMZ employee following him and his husband for three blocks while asking the dumbest questions—Did you hear that Justin Bieber is a big Anderson fan, Blaine? and We heard Barbara came to your show, Kurt. Glad to see Rachel didn't kill you! —but eventually they were free and stepping into the warmth of their home.

Blaine gave the nanny the next couple days off and she wanted to argue—so did Kurt—but Blaine knew he could handle it. Sure, he was beat from practice, and the games, and all the media meetings, but he could handle his two 2 year-olds on his own. Styles Dylan Hummel-Anderson and Olivia Pope Hummel-Anderson were always on their best behavior and he could use sometime around the house playing the stay-at-home dad for a little while.

Kurt shook his head once the nanny left for the night, hanging up his scarf. He smiled at his husband and walked towards the living room. "I'm going to go turn off Nick Jr. and deal with the 'no we don't want to do bedtime' backlash, Super Dad."

Blaine laughed, putting his gloves in the pocket of his coat and following after him. "Nope. I haven't seen them in 14 days. I'm spoiling them."

Kurt walked into the living room, not at all surprised at finding Styles standing up on the sofa—the 2 year old hadn't quite grasped the concept of we sit on the couch yet, and his sister staring at the TV with her thumb stuffed in her mouth. After Kurt took the pacifiers away, she had to compensate somehow.

But at the noise of their fathers entering the room, Styles and Olivia looked up. The smiles on their faces were priceless as the chorus of 'Papa' and 'Daddy' entered the room. Blaine smiled back with his ridiculous and goofy one he always put on for their twins and launched himself over to the sofa, immediately kissing them both. Kurt laughed at him as he approached, kissing his daughter on the forehead and then his son. He finished with a kiss to Blaine's cheek before turning away.

"I'm going to get in the shower and get… ready," he began. "They both should be asleep when I get out."

Blaine tossed his little girl into the air and laughed at her laughter. He turned around and looked at his husband, raising an eyebrow curiously. The look on Kurt's face made him curious to know more. "Ready? What're you getting ready for?"

Kurt smirked. "It's a surprise, of course. I'll see you in about forty minutes."

A surprise. Blaine watched Kurt sway up the stairs for a moment before he realized he had two bundles of energy climbing all over him. He hugged them both and lay back on the couch, sharing wet kisses between Styles and Olivia before looking at the TV.

"Ok. I vote that we do something that exhausts the two of you, because Papa wants to know what his surprise is." Blaine smirked when Olivia covered his lips with her tiny hand; her brown hair falling onto his face. "Don't tell me to shut up."

They spent the next half an hour running around the first floor and playing the game where Blaine was the horsey and the twins were cowboy and cowgirl. They also played 'Let's Roll around on the Floor' and 'Who Can Do the Most Jumping Jacks?' The only one who seemed to be tired was Olivia who had spaced out quite a bit as she sat on the floor, looking up at Nick Jr. and ignoring her brother when he walked over and took her soft plush pink football. Blaine smiled, sitting up on the floor and calling for his son.

"Styles, do you want Papa to get his surprise tonight?"

The boy's blue eyes glistened as he smiled at what his dad was saying. "Su-prise?"

"Yeah!" Blaine said. "Let's go to sleep. Bed time."

That seemed to fall on deaf ears. Styles started to run away, hobbling as he went, while Olivia was clearly falling asleep against the love seats. Blaine smiled at her, going to put the girl in her crib. They went up to the second floor and Styles followed them, and though the little girl fussed at first, she eventually let herself fall asleep when her father sung to her and rubbed her back gently.

"Your turn."

"Nuh uh," Styles said, still holding the football. Blaine smiled at him and the way his light brown curls bounced as he shook his head no.

"Uh huh," Blaine replied, picking him up and rocking back and forth. It was clear to see their son was going to be a little party animal—he always complained when it was bedtime and often opted for naps at 2pm. He was basically a tiny Finn. Blaine ignored the boy's fussing and started to sing.

I see trees of green,
red roses too.
I see them bloom,
for me and you.
And I think to myself,
what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue,
And clouds of white.
The bright blessed day,
The dark sacred night.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.

Kurt stepped into the doorway and watched; smiling to himself as his husband slowly rocked their pretty much still wide awake son back and forth—still wearing his designer suit which was now wrinkled because Blaine was no doubt playing with their children in it. Blaine continued to sing as Styles lay his head on his shoulder, smiling when he saw Kurt in the doorway.

"Daddy," he said softly, opening and closing his fingers in a wave.

Kurt smiled at him and waved back before Blaine turned around to see him standing there.

"Hello," Blaine sang—breath taken away. Kurt wore only a thigh-length Anderson jersey and that beautiful smile. He looked gorgeous, especially those pink lips and those creamy thighs. He didn't care that he was staring and didn't even notice that he'd stopped singing completely until he heard his son humming.

Kurt smiled and stepped forward. "It makes no sense to put him in his crib yet, because he's not going to sleep anytime soon, and he tends to climb out and go into Olivia's and wake her up until she starts fussing and then I'm up for another hour or so."

Blaine pulled Styles back and looked at him, shaking his head at the innocent smile he got. Blaine looked back at Kurt and licked his lips. "You look great."

"You're still in your street clothes. Why don't you go get ready for bed and I'll take over from here."

Blaine looked Kurt up and down. "Can we talk about the surprise when I get out the shower?"

Kurt bit his lip as he took Styles, smiling to himself and kissing the boy on the nose. "I don't see why not…"

Blaine leant in and kissed his lips softly before exiting the room, and his husband tried not to laugh at how eager he seemed. It had been years but they could still drive each other crazy with insatiable want and that's what Kurt loved most. The desire never died, it grew stronger.

He carried a perfectly-content-with-being-in-my-dads-arms-and-being-spoiled Styles into his bedroom and grabbed a book before lying down on the bed. Styles immediately reached for Where the Wild Things Are before Kurt could open it, wanting to navigate the pages himself. A bedtime story tended to do the trick.

They cuddled and Styles listened to Kurt dramatically read the story to him twice, sometimes echoing his dad's words. But before long, his eyes were falling closed, and soft snores were accompanying the words. Kurt smiled as Blaine walked out of their bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and a look of complete love in his eyes.

Kurt smiled back at him for a moment. Sometimes it got really hard. The football season wasn't crazy long, but when it came, it was hectic. A lot of the time Blaine was away, and though it wasn't taking a toll on their relationship at all, (seriously, they'd done this in college. They could overcome anything) he really did miss getting to see Blaine often. Add to that the fact that Kurt just got the lead in a Broadway show that was now getting a lot of praise and attention, and the fact that they had two toddlers, it was difficult for them to get alone time. The difficulty made Kurt want to make the most of every opportunity they had together, like tonight for certain.

"He's finally asleep."

Blaine nodded, a small smile covering his lips. "You're a wizard."

Kurt giggled softly. "You know he takes after his uncle Finn. All you have to do is get a book and he conks out in a matter of minutes."

Blaine smiled as he watched Kurt get up with their little boy. It was beautiful, the sight of it, and though Blaine didn't know what he did to deserve this, he knew he was the luckiest man on earth.

After kissing Styles and laying him down in his crib, Kurt kissed Olivia and brushed the hair from her face. He said goodnight and went to rejoin Blaine in the bedroom. The sight of his husband sitting on the bed in just his towel— biceps and triceps on display and those beautiful abdomen muscles staring back at him definitely broke Kurt. All he could do was watch for a while, and smile, and feel his cock give an interested twitch in the briefs he wore.

"I think you knew I wouldn't be able to handle seeing you in my jersey like that. I'm…" Blaine trailed off as his eyes dropped to Kurt's waist—the other man walking forward. "I'm about to lose my mind…"

Kurt smiled, sliding the briefs off from underneath the jersey until he was left in just the top. He tossed the underwear aside and sat on Blaine's lap, his bare skin touching the top of the damp towel. Blaine smiled as their eyes stayed locked on one another's.

"Remember that I have a surprise…"

Blaine nodded his head; hands sliding down his husband's thighs and underneath the jersey to land on his hips. Kurt smiled at him. "How could I forget?" the man asked.

Kurt played in the dark curls as he said his next words. "Well, I was going through the boxes in the basement to look for some things to donate to your mother and father's charity when I found a little journal…"

Blaine nodded. He wasn't really following. Right now, his eyes were on Kurt's lips as they moved and he was paying more attention to the way his fingers brushed over the man's soft skin—thumb rubbing circles around the pale waist he knew he was minutes away from biting.

"And," Kurt continued, "Inside this journal was a list we created back in our college days." He slid closer on Blaine's lap and smiled to himself, feeling his cock through the thin towel and how hard it was. Blaine moaned, thrusting up a bit, but Kurt put his finger on Blaine's nose and shook his head no.

"Would you happen to know what list it was?" Kurt asked in his teasing, sing-song voice.

Blaine thought for a moment. He hadn't thought about college in a while, and it seemed like he and Kurt were always writing in a journal back then. Mostly to keep notes of things that happened to them over the day that they wanted to share about on Skype when they had their little internet dates. But he wasn't really following… just simply trying to get his husband to kiss him. "Just tell me, beautiful."

Kurt smiled and leant in to kiss him on the shell of his ear. Blaine closed his eyes, about to thrust up when the man whispered.

"The list of our wildest fantasies…"

The light bulb went off in Blaine's head. He remembered everything that had to do with the list now—it was how they came to falling for each other to begin with—sex, talking about their fantasies, pretending not to want to be involved with one another outside of getting off. They were dark times that happened to be totally awesome and shape the rest of their relationship.

And Kurt had found the list.

"Oh," Blaine said softly, licking his lips at Kurt's soft chuckle.

"Oh is right," Kurt said. "And you know, I'm so proud of you and how well you've been playing that I thought I'd reward you. I'm sure the perks from all your sponsors are great but, I don't think Gatorade can give you what I can give you…"

Blaine's eyes rolled back when he felt his husband's lips kissing the spot below his jaw. "Shit."

Kurt pulled back and looked him in the eye again, smiling as he linked his arms around Blaine's broad shoulders. "I was thinking," he began, "you had something about food play on there, and that cheesecake was great but it just wasn't enough for me…"

Blaine got harder and he groaned as he squeezed his husband's ass. Kurt loved it, rolling his hips and grinding on him in response. "Don't tease me, baby."

"I promise I won't," Kurt said with a smile. "I'm going to make you feel amazing and then afterwards, I'll make love to you however you want."

Blaine stared into his eyes. This was an awesome homecoming. Kurt was awesome and he didn't have to go back to practice for a couple days, so what the hell? "I want you to fuck me, honestly."

A moan slipped from his husband's lips at the thought. "Oh, your wish is my command." He slid his arms from around Blaine's shoulders and down his arms, smiling at the matching tattoo as he caressed it. "I'll be back in 5 with some edibles…"

Blaine nodded.

"Can you lose the towel?"

Blaine nodded again, emphatically. Kurt kissed his lips, soft and sweet like they were in high school, all before pulling away. He winked and then went out of the room in search of 'edibles'.

Blaine quickly ditched the towel. He swore that if Styles or Olivia had any plans on waking up anytime soon, they'd be on punishment until they were five. He looked down at his hard cock and bit his lip, wrapping a loose fist around it and sighing. It felt good. He stroked softly and began to imagine all of the things Kurt would make him feel before deciding to allow his husband free reign, falling back against the mattress with his cock standing at attention and his arms stretched wide.

It wasn't long before Kurt was prancing back into the room, smiling at the sight of his husband naked on the bed and sprawled out, waiting. He licked his lips at the precum on the tip of Blaine's cock, loving the way Blaine watched him as he moved closer.

"Beautiful," Kurt said softly.

Blaine bit his lip, eyeing the contents in Kurt's hand. There was whipped cream, a carton of strawberries, vanilla ice cream, cherries, and chocolate syrup. He moved back to the head of the bed and lay down on the pillow, loving the way Kurt looked in his jersey. He'd probably pay his husband to sleep in it every night, and to wear it around the house as he made breakfast or spent time with the kids. "I really missed you," Blaine breathed out.

"I was hardly gone for long."

"It was obviously long enough," Blaine said, gesturing to his cock and how hard it was. "C'mere…"

Kurt placed everything down on the bed beside them and smiled as he climbed on top of Blaine. He reached into the drawer and handed Blaine the list.

"I figured we could do something else before you have to head back to New England this weekend."

Blaine looked over the list and damn near moaned out loud. It turned out 21 year old him and 21 year old Kurt were major freaks with big ambitions. He smiled at everything with check marks next to it, remembering the time Kurt tied him up and the time they got a hotel room for the night and did it over and over, and then looked at all the role playing fantasies they had.

Maybe that would be next.

But then he heard a package opening and looked up to see Kurt eating a strawberry. He bit his lip and watched, taking a small bite when his husband held it to his lip. Next, there was vanilla ice cream on his chest, and Kurt fed him cherries as it melted before licking it up easily and eagerly. His body shivered at the contact; Kurt's tongue was warm and the ice cream obviously cold, but the sensation was amazing. When Kurt placed more over his nipples and gingerly sucked it off, Blaine combed his fingers through the man's hair and smiled, trying his best not to roll up his hips.

"You know for a fact that I'm incredible sensitive there."

Kurt looked at him obviously as he moved to the other nipple. "Of course I know that. That's why I'm going to do it again."

There was whipped cream zig-zagged down his abdomen and chocolate syrup drizzled across. Kurt would dip a strawberry over the cream and slowly lick it from the fruit, smiling as Blaine watched him with dark eyes. He promised he wouldn't tease, so he tried not to be so bad about it, eventually kissing and licking up every inch of the Blaine's skin.

It was hard for Blaine to be patient after Kurt sprayed whipped cream inside his thigh and spread his legs to lick it up. Just having to watch his husband's tongue anywhere near his aching cock and his hole felt like punishment. He wanted Kurt to eat something else soon, and it definitely wasn't ice cream, but after Kurt put a dollop of the topping on the underside of his cock and licked a stripe from bottom to top, he damn near wined the man's name.

"Please," Blaine said; hands clutching the covers. "Oh god, please Kurt. I need you…"

Kurt watched him as he moved his lips lower, softly sucking the man he loved. He caressed the head with his tongue and smiled, kissing down the length of it and getting a little bit of the whipped cream he'd missed.

"I just really missed being able to give you head," Kurt said softly. "And I mean, I missed deep throating you the way you love it, Blaine. I miss doing it so good that you don't even need to thrust up and fuck my mouth, you just lay there and watch in awe. God, I miss that."

Blaine smiled and shook his head. He missed how much of a fucking tease his husband was. "Are you going to do that or will you just keep running your mouth?"

Kurt gave him the challenge-accepted look and went in, blowing his husband like nothing he'd ever felt before. It had been quite some time, and his jaw didn't take long to get tired, but Kurt didn't stop. Once he felt the tip of his husband's cock hitting the back of his throat, he breathed out through his nose and moved lower.

Blaine started moaning and saying things that didn't quite make sense—something his husband was used to at this point. He took the encouragement and continued, stopping only once to eat the ice cream, get his mouth nice and cold, and sink back down on the man's thick cock. Blaine shivered and clutched his hands into Kurt's hair at the feeling—his eyes rolling back. There was something about the heat mixed with the cold that made his toes curl and had him begging for that again, but before Kurt could do it again, he was coming down his throat.

Out of all the treats Kurt tasted, this was definitely his favorite. He smiled at the way Blaine smiled as his legs shook and laughed a little, licking his lips. Kurt sat up and pulled off the jersey.

"Do I get to do it to you?" Blaine asked, staring down at his husband's pretty erection. Kurt reached down to touch himself and bit his lip.

"I've been thinking about being inside you for the past seven days," Kurt said softly.

Blaine bit his lip and looked Kurt up and down. "After I get to taste you."

Kurt smiled. "Fine. Rock, paper, scissors. Best of three."

Blaine won with a resounding 2-0, and when Kurt suggested a best of 5, Blaine won again. He laughed at his husband's pout and flipped over at the end of the mattress, working on his back instead.

Kurt made the most sinful noises. It was incredible. Blaine licked ice cream from the dimples of his back and playfully nipped at his ass, stroking Kurt's cock as he did so. He was sure to use Kurt's ice cream trick on him, blowing the man with a freezing cold mouth, but didn't let him cum. He was only allowed to cum inside Blaine's ass tonight.

And Kurt didn't think he'd make it when Blaine started riding him about five minutes later. He honestly thought he was going to die from how good it felt—Blaine's strong thighs locked him into place and the man bounced his ass up and down; head thrown back and mouth parted as he rode him. Kurt was actually five inches away from falling off the bed, but he grabbed Blaine's hips and helped him moved lower on his cock, moaning to himself and not wanting to cum at all. Of course, he was like fifteen seconds away, but that didn't mean he wanted to.

And Blaine was the type of ass that you told to slow down and he sped up, purposely. Kurt shook his head as he started to feel it in the pit of his stomach. His skin buzzed with overwhelming pleasure and he wrapped his hand around Blaine's cock, stroking him in time with the man's movements.

"Right there," Blaine was mumbling to himself, content with having found his prostate and practically using Kurt as he pleased himself, grinding against his cock. Of course Kurt couldn't complain. He was at the edge himself and as he moved his fist along Blaine's length faster, Blaine started to ride him faster too. He came so hard and said Blaine's name so loud that Blaine basically had to cover his mouth with his hand.

"Don't wake them up," Blaine said, out of breath as he continued to ride him. "I'm nowhere near done."

Kurt nodded. He was still trembling as Blaine slowed down, and very close to being too sensitive. Blaine read his face and slowly pulled off of him.

"Fuck, that was incredible," Kurt half-sang. He took in a long, deep breath and smiled. "Just… wow. That was…"

Blaine lay back and winced when he landed on the whipped cream. He was still hard, despite having came not that long ago, but what could he say? The stamina was a blessing, too. "Let's get in the shower again."

Kurt smiled. "I feel really good right now. Give me like 5 minutes."

Blaine smirked, rolling his eyes. He got up and rubbed his sore ass as he went towards the bathroom. "I'll finish without you."

Kurt lay there for a while, hearing the water come on and knowing that Blaine was touching himself after he heard an over exaggerated moan. He got up and went to join him, laughing as he was pressed against the walls of the shower.

...

The next morning, Kurt got up to leave for rehearsal. Blaine gave him puppy dog eyes the entire time he was getting ready for the day, literally following him around the house until he was putting on his coat. He was lucky enough to get a long kiss goodbye, followed by five smaller kisses, and Kurt let him get a squeeze of dat ass.

He also got back to the bedroom and found two wide awake toddlers in his bed, asking for 'surreal' (cereal) and saying they had to potty.

Blaine loved being home.