Its a normal, sunny day like the days before.  Theres nothing out of the ordinary as Kurt goes about his day. He talks with Cayden for a bit when they sit out on the dock.  And for a bit, he talks with Blaine when he passes him as he goes inside.  Its only until he walks into the kitchen and finds Asher cooking dinner later that night does Kurt know somethings up.  For Asher to cook for him means he wants something.

"What is it?"  Kurt asks as he sits at the kitchen island.

"What?"  Asher asks, trying to look confused but failing miserably.

"I know you, Ash.  The only time you cook for me is when you want something."  Kurt uncorks the bottle of wine suspiciously sitting there in front of him.  "So, what is it?"

"What?  I cant cook for my dad?"  Asher tries to act innocent, a huge fake smile on his face.

"Not without wanting something."  Kurt takes a sip of the red wine, enjoying the flavor on his tongue.

"Okay."  Asher takes a deep breath before continuing to talk.  "Theres a party a few miles over and I want to go."

A party.  Kurt chuckles to himself.  He should have known it was something like that.  "Is that all?"

"Well...Yeah."  Asher minutely nods his head, chewing his lower lip out of nerves.  Kurt remembers how Casey used to do that; thinks Asher is a spitting image of her at the moment with his big pleading eyes.

"You do know youre nineteen and dont need my permission, Ash?"  Kurt says.

"I know.  I just wanted to make sure it was okay with you.  So, is it?"

Kurt thinks it over for a few minutes.  A couple hours alone seems nice.  Relaxing on the couch watching a movie, or catching up on some reading.  He could do that.  "I dont want you drinking," he says to an excited Asher.  "You hear me?  No alcohol."

"I promise," Asher agrees.

"I guess this means you need my car?"

Asher nods his head.

"Alright.  No later than two."

"Thanks, dad."  Asher kisses Kurts cheek before trying to run off.

"Hey!"  Kurt calls after him.  "What about dinner?"

"I already ate," Asher replies.  "Ill text you when I get there."

Smiling to himself after Asher runs off, Kurt goes to see what Asher made him.  He finds a tossed salad, baked baby red potatoes with rosemary and butter, and a filet mignon cooked how he loves it.  "I taught you well."  Kurt grins as he prepares his plate.

Kurt hears Asher race down the stairs and to the front door as he eats.

"Bye, dad!"  Asher yells.

"Be careful!  I love you!"

"I will be!  Love you, too!"

Its with peace and quiet that Kurt eats his dinner.  But, if he were to be honest, he kind of misses the noise of people talking and enjoying themselves like dinners with Cayden and Blaine.

Forty minutes later as he puts the dirty dishes in the sink, Kurt waves Blaine in when he sees him come up on the back deck.  "Hey."

"Hi," Blaine says as he slides the glass door shut behind him.

"You hungry?  Theres some food leftover."

"No."  Blaine shakes his head.  "Im good.  I ate with my mom."

"Okay."  Kurt grabs the bottle of wine.

"Wheres Ash?"  Blaine asks him as he pours himself a second glass of red wine.

"He met some people throwing a party a few miles away."  Kurt looks at Blaine and wonders if he already knew that.  He has to have known.  Ash would have invited him to go along with him.  Theyve become friends, and it would have been the obvious thing to do.  "You knew that, though, didnt you?"  Kurt asks as he raises his glass and takes a drink.

"Guilty," Blaine admits with a half-grin.

"Why didnt you go with him?  Im pretty sure its more fun than being here with me."  Smiling, Kurt walks over to the couch.

"Thats not where I wanted to be."

Heart starting to race when Blaine sits down right next to him, placing his glass of wine on the table, Kurt tries to keep the nervousness out of his eyes as he looks to Blaine.  "Where...Wheres your mom?" he asks to change the subject.

"Dont worry.  Shes asleep," Blaine tells him.

"Why would I worry?"  Keeping his eyes on Blaines, his gorgeous hazel eyes, Kurt does nothing to stop him when he leans in and kisses him.

Its a soft press of lips together.  Its almost like a question; like if Blaine is asking "Can I kiss you?" without saying a word.  And, God, does Kurt want Blaine to kiss him.  Gazing into hope filled eyes when Blaine pulls back, breathing heavy, Kurt knows he shouldnt.  This is his best friends son.  This is someone half his age.  If they do this, it could ruin a lot of relationships.  But he cant stop thinking about how much he wants this; how much he aches to be with Blaine in a way he shouldnt want, but craves.  So, going against what his head tells him, he decides to take.  Hes going to take like a spoiled little child finally getting what they asked for.

Leaning in and pressing his mouth to Blaines, kissing him a bit rougher and harder than what he kissed him, Kurt softly moans as he immediately deepens the kiss.  Delving his tongue into Blaines mouth when he parts his lips, massaging their tongues together, a heat starts in his belly.  Its then that he knows this will cross a line that they both cant uncross.  Even knowing its wrong, he still takes.

Climbing into Blaines lap, winding his arms around his neck, Kurt gently rocks his hips down.  The delicious friction has Blaine and he both moaning.  The immediate spark of pleasure that shoots up his spine has him desperate for more.  Its been too long since he was with someone, and in this moment, Kurt cant believe he forgot what he was missing out on.  With Blaine here, he plans to make up for lost time.  He plans to remember what it all feels like.

Thats why, gripping the back of the couch, holding so tight his knuckles turn white, Kurt moves against Blaine to experience something he forgot.  He wants to remember what its like to feel good; to have pleasure running through his body.  He needs to remember what its like to be brought immense pleasure.

"Feels good, Kurt," Blaine faintly moans as he lifts his hips up into Kurts.

"I-I know," Kurt pants.

Going at a slow, steady rhythm, pleasure building with each drag of his cock over Blaines, Kurt wants this to last.  But on the other hand, he wants it to be over soon so he can lead Blaine up to his bedroom so they can do what theyve both wanted since that first night.

"Ive wanted this since the first time we met."  Kurt feels Blaine dig his fingers into his hips.  Voice deep and filled with lust.

"Me too," Kurt admits.  And he isnt scared to say that now.  He isnt afraid to tell Blaine he wants him.  That he wants him in a way hes never wanted anybody before.

Stopping and standing up off Blaine, seeing the confusion in his eyes, Kurt makes quick work of his shorts.  "Take off your shorts," he tells Blaine as he pushes his off his hips.

Blaine immediately does as Kurt tells him.  He pushes his shorts off his hips and kicks them away.

In just his tight black boxer-briefs, the outline of his cock incredibly obvious, Kurt stares.  Thinks for a second about peeling away those underwear and dropping to his knees.

"Come here," Blaine says with a grin as he hooks a finger into the band of Kurts underwear.

As hes pulled forward by Blaine, falling into his lap again, Kurt giggles.  Arms winding around his neck, passionately kissing him, softly moaning into Blaines mouth, Kurt rocks his hips down.

It doesnt take long for either of them to get close, which isnt a surprise since this is something theyve both wanted for two weeks now.  Its been building like a wave, and just like a wave, they crash together.  Pleasure swims through them as they both gasp for breath.

Collapsing against Blaine several moments later, pulling in deep breaths, the simmer of pleasure still under his skin, a smile spreads across Kurts face.

"Please tell me that wasnt a one-time thing?"  Blaine murmurs as runs his hands over Kurts ass.

"That definitely wasnt a one-time thing," Kurt breathlessly replies.

When they make it to his room, all Kurt can focus on is the bed.  Being here, with Blaine so close to him in just his underwear occasionally skimming his fingers along his back make it real for Kurt.  Not that it wasnt real before.  But now, it seems like this is actually happening.  They are about to get naked and sleep together.  This is really happening; hes about to be with someone half his age.  And the bed seemingly screams at him "Youre fucking Caydens son here!" over and over.  It makes him nervous, and worried.  His heart races in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

Facing Blaine, almost ready to say he changed his mind, Kurt finds the words, and worry, dying on his tongue as Blaine looks at him like hes the grand prize at the end of a tough race.  That look manages to have all thoughts of this being wrong be replaced with lust and want.  He wants Blaine, and nothing is going to stop him from getting him.  Not even himself.

"Im rusty.  So go slow with me," Kurt jokes.

The corner of Blaines mouth turns up in a small, amused smile.

Kurt softly sighs, tipping his head back as Blaine kisses at his neck.  Fingers slip past the band of his underwear, pushing them off his hips.  He steps out of them when they pool around his ankles.

"Dont worry," Blaine murmurs against his skin.  "Ill be gentle."

"To begin with," Kurt adds.

Blaine chuckles.  "To begin with," he seductively whispers into Kurts, sending a shiver through him.

When Blaine drops to his knees and sinks his mouth down around his cock, Kurt is so caught off-guard he stumbles back and falls on the bed.  Surprised at having someones mouth on him after so long, he wonders how the hell he went so long without this.  Blaine perfect wet, hot mouth is driving him crazy; making him remember what this was like.

Further spreading his thighs, carding his fingers through curls, Kurt watches as Blaine bobs his head.  He drops his head back and moans as Blaine lifts his mouth and just sucks around the head of his cock; tongue swirling around the tip, and lapping over the slit.  Kurt fights to keep his hips still; from fucking up into Blaines slick mouth.  Maybe next time, he thinks.  Because, god, there is definitely going to be a next time.  This is too good to experience once.

Heat coiling low in his belly, Kurt knows if Blaine keeps this up hes going to spill down his throat, and he doesnt want that.  He has plans.  Pushing Blaine off him before he comes, he groans as he watches him lick his lips.

"Whyd you do that?"  Blaine asks as he sits back.

"I was about to come," Kurt explains.

"Whats wrong with that?"  Blaine leans forward and licks a stripe up the underside of Kurts cock, making it difficult for him not to push his cock back into Blaines mouth.

"B-because," Kurt groans, pushing Blaine away.  "I want you inside me the next time I come."

Blaine stops trying to sink his mouth down around Kurts cock and smirks up at him.  "Why didnt you say so?"  He leans up and kisses Kurt before standing up.  "Ill be back in a second."

Eyes on Blaines ass as he walks out of the room, Kurt flops back on the bed.  Covering his face with his hands, he giggles.  He cant believe hes doing this; cant believe hes about to let a nineteen year old fuck him.  But, god, is he excited.  Its been six years since hes had sex.  Six years since hes felt the touch of another man.  And, frankly, hes tired of his hand.  Hes, basically, been horny for the past six years.  Its about time he thought about himself and had some fun.  Hes overly due an orgasm that he didnt produce from his hand.

Kurt jumps the slightest when hands grab at his ankles and lift his legs; placing his feet at the edge of the bed.  Pushing up onto his elbows, staring between his parted thighs down at Blaine, who kneels on the floor, he hears the distinctive sound of a bottle being opened.  "Whered you get that?" he asks as he sees Blaine squeeze lube into his fingers.

"I brought it," Blaine answers as he traces Kurts entrance with his thumb.

Kurt drops his head back and moans.  "So...So you packed lube?"

"No."  Kurt clenches the sheet under his hands tightly as Blaine slowly pushes in with the first finger.  "I bought it a few days ago along with condoms," Blaine clarifies for Kurt.

Kurt faintly moans as Blaine starts to work the finger in and out of his ass; feeling himself start to loosen around the digit.  "W-why would you buy t-that?"  Kurt whimpers when Blaine pushes in with two fingers.  He doesnt even care about the answer to the question.  Not really.  All he cares about is the fingers being worked into his ass.

"In all honesty," Blaine says as he thrusts his fingers forward, rolling his wrist, and causing sparks of pleasure to climb along Kurts spine.  "Id hope Id end up right here."

Kurt smiles; liking that answer.  Hes the same.  He hoped hed end up here with Blaine, too.

Arms shaking and trembling from supporting his weight for so long, Kurt lays back on the bed.  Now, he trembles from the pleasure as Blaine fingers him.  Quietly moaning, working his hips down on the fingers, Kurt is almost scared what itll be like once Blaine is inside him.  Because if this feels this amazing, he cant imagine how itll be as Blaine fucks.

Back arching off the bed, and loudly groaning, Kurt feels as Blaine presses in with three fingers.  Hes thankful when Blaine lets him adjust to the stretch for a few seconds.  "God," he groans.  "I forgot how great this was."

"Im glad I get to show you again."  Blaine slowly pulls his fingers out before thrusting them back in.

An intense shudder runs through Kurt when Blaine does that.  His legs shake each time Blaine does.  "Please," he begs with a shaky voice.

"What do you want?"  Blaine cheekily asks like he doesnt already know.

"Fuck me," Kurt says.

"I believe I am."  Blaine makes his point by slowly drawing his fingers out and then thrusting them back in a few times.

Kurt loves it.  He moans and works his hips down.  But its not what he wants.  And he knows Blaine knows that.  "No," he breathlessly says as he shakes his head.  "Fuck...Fuck me."

"I like making you fall apart like this, though."

Kurt gets frustrated.  Hes going to get what they both want.  So, he pushes up onto his elbows to talk to Blaine in a demanding voice.  "Blaine Anderson, if you dont fuck me with your cock in the next minute, Ill make you wait another week!"

Blaine smirks down at Kurt as he pulls his fingers away.  "No reason to get angry," he teases.

"You are so lucky youre cute.  And that Im horny," Kurt replies.  He watches as Blaine stands up and removes his underwear; bites his lower lip at the sight of his leaking, hard cock.  He has to remember to suck him off at some point tonight.  No point in letting the opportunity to have Blaines cock in his mouth go to waste.

"Enjoying yourself?"  Blaine asks as he rips open the condom packet.

"Just thinking about sucking your cock," Kurt bravely says, even though hes never said something like that before to another guy.  Not even the ones he slept with.

Blaine chuckles as he rolls the condom on.

After he spreads lube over his cock, Kurt watches as Blaine kneels on the edge of the bed.  One of his ankles grabbed, and leg lifted up, Blaine holding it out at a slight angle, Kurt groans as Blaine rubs the head of his cock over his entrance.  "Blaine," he whines, lifting his hips.

"Ready?"  Blaine asks.

Kurt nods his head in reply.

The next instance, Kurt feels himself stretching open around the head of Blaines cock.  Sighing with relief at having Blaine inside him, Kurt whines as Blaine slowly eases himself into his ass.  Little rolls of his hips pushing him in more and more.  By the time Blaine is fully sheathed inside him, Kurt feels full.  Hes big; more than his three fingers.  But its amazing after years of nothing.  And with the way Blaine holds his leg, making his hips slightly raise up off the bed, it pulls Blaine deeper into his ass.

Lifting his other leg to wrap around Blaines waist, Kurt squeezes around him.  "Move," he tells him.

It seems Blaine doesnt need any more incentive than that, because the next moment hes pulling his hips back.  He pulls his hips back until hes stretching Kurt open with just the head of his cock.  Kurt bites his lower lip and moans as Blaine rocks his hips.  And when Blaine slams his hips forward, Kurt cries out in pleasure.  Its the same reaction when Blaine does it several more times.

After Blaine does that a few times, Kurt stares as he places his leg he holds over his shoulder and leans down over him.  Blaine sinks in deeper into him, making Kurt sigh.  He clutches at Blaines arms that are planted on either side of his head.  Letting Blaine get comfortable and situated, Kurt screams as Blaine starts to fuck him with rough, hard snaps of his hips.  Blaine pounds into him, fucking him in a way that has all coherent thoughts leaving Kurts mind.

Even if its been six years for him, Kurt cant remember sex ever being this amazing.  Blaine creates a fire in him that he strokes perfectly with the movements of his hips.  Its like Blaine knows his body just as well as he does.  Knows what buttons to push.  Blaine plays him like a fucking violin, and Kurt sings.

"Fuck, Kurt," Blaine moans as he slams his hips forward, grinding them against Kurts ass.  "Your ass is fucking amazing."

Kurt smiles as he tips his head back, back arching off the bed.  He works his hips down on Blaines cock as he fucks up into him.  Lips press to the column of his neck; teeth gently nipping and licking over the soft skin, adding pleasure to what he already feels.

When Blaine pulls his hips back and angles his hips, Kurt screams when he slams them forward, managing to hit his prostate.  Its almost as if liquid fire courses through his veins, leaving pleasure in its wake.  And when Blaine hits that spot over and over again, Kurt cries out Blaines name as he comes.  His cock spilling hotly between their bodies, and onto his belly; some splashes hitting his chin, and Blaine.

As he experiences his phenomenal orgasm, clenching around Blaine, who still fucks him, Kurt loses himself for a handful of seconds.  Nothing else is relevant except the pleasure that rolls over him like waves.  Ones that keep coming one right after the other.  He doesnt know when theyll end, and not wanting them to.

A few seconds, or minutes, or hours, he doesnt know, Kurt finally starts to feel his orgasm wane.  He, also, fells Blaine bury himself inside his ass one last time and come.

Both of them lay there in pleasure and tiredness, and catch their breath for the next several seconds.  And when Blaine finally pulls out of him, Kurt feels empty.  He wants him back.  Needs him back inside him.

Dropping his legs so they hang over the edge of the bed, Kurt turns his head to look at Blaine who lays next to him.  Theres a thin sheen of sweat covering his body, his chest rapidly rises and falls as he breathes heavy, and theres a huge grin on his face.

"Where the hell did you learn that?"  Chest heaving as he catches his breath, eyes still on Blaine next to him, Kurt isnt sure he can move.  In all his experiences, hes never felt this great.  This is like a high after skydiving.  The feeling of coming down after an intense and satisfying rush.

"This guy at college," Blaine replies through his heavy breathing.  "He taught me quite a few things."

"You still with him?"  Kurt props himself up on his elbow, feeling a pleasant tingle all throughout his body.

"No," Blaine says as he looks up at Kurt.  "It ended several months ago."

"Why?"  Kurt isnt sure why he cares about a relationship Blaine shared with another guy.  That was months ago.  This now.  And now, Blaine is naked in bed with him.

"He met someone else.  But Im glad it ended."

"Oh, yeah.  Whys that?"  Kurt figures hell bite; see what Blaine has to say.

"Because I can be with you."

Chuckling as he leans down and kisses Blaine, Kurt is glad its over, too.  To have Blaine, and have to worry about someone else would have been too much.  Of course, just being with Blaine is, already, too much.

"Good.  Because I dont want to share you."  Kurt flicks his tongue over Blaines top lip.

Kurt lies down and curls into Blaines side; head resting on his chest.  "This is right," he says as he traces a random pattern on Blaines shoulder.  He doesnt know if he says it more to convince himself or Blaine.  For whatever reason, he believes it because its true.  This is right.  Nothing in his life has felt as right as this.

"If it was wrong, it wouldnt feel so good," Blaine says he presses his groin close to Kurts, making him gasp at the brush of his already hard cock against his thigh.

"I want to suck your cock," Kurt sighs against Blaines mouth.

"You wont hear any complaints from me," Blaine laughs.

"Good."  Kurt kisses Blaine once more before moving down the bed to get what hes lusted after all night, or for two weeks, if hes being honest with himself.

"God.  All I need now is a smoke," Kurt jokes as he falls back on the bed in a state of pleasure, licking his lips.

"If youre serious, go to Ashs room," Blaine tells him through his deep intakes of breath.

"Im not being serious.  Besides, why would I go to Ashs room?"  Kurt asks perplexed.

"Because he smokes," Blaine replies with a laugh, like its obvious.

"What!"

"You didnt know that?"

"Im gonna kill that kid," Kurt groans as he lets out a huff.  "How long has he been smoking?"

"He told since he was sixteen," Blaine reluctantly tells him.

"Im really gonna kill that kid."  Looking to Blaine and smiling, forgetting that his son smokes, for the moment, he leans over and kisses him.  "This was a terrible idea," he sighs as he rests his forehead to Blaines.

"But do you regret it?"

Staring into beautiful eyes that are too easy to get lost in, Kurt doesnt feel an ounce of regret or guilt.  "No." He smiles as he minutely shakes his head.  "I dont regret it at all."

"Good."  Blaine grins.

Several hours later watching Blaine get dressed, holding his shorts and shirt, Kurt smiles when he leans down on the bed and kisses him.  "Can I see you again?" he asks.

"Yes," Kurt replies as he nods his head.  "Tomorrow?  Actually, tonight?"

"Tomorrow, tonight," Blaine agrees with a smile.  "Even though it seems forever away."

"Then go so it can get here quicker."

"Night, Kurt."

"Goodnight, Blaine."

After Blaine leaves, not before rushing back to hungrily kiss him in a way that stirs want in his body, Kurt lies back down and happily sighs.  This day went better than he could have planned for.  Kurt thinks how the next month and a half is going to be great.