Kurt isnt surprised when he walks out to his kitchen in the morning, freshly showered and feeling amazing, to find Blaine sitting at the kitchen island eating an apple.  "Morning," he softly says as he shyly smiles.

"Morning," Blaine replies back.

"Wheres your mom?"  Kurt asks as he pours himself a cup of coffee.

"She went into town to shop for groceries."

"Is that why youre here eating?"  Kurt asks in a teasing tone.

"No," Blaine replies.

Pouring milk into his coffee, Kurt watches as Blaine walks over to him. A blush forms on his cheeks as Blaine stands behind him and skims his nose along his neck, sending a shiver through him at the barest touch.  An arm wrapping around his waist and slipping under his shirt, fingers splaying over his lower back, Kurt sighs as Blaine kisses at the sensitive skin right below his ear.

"I want you, again," Blaine tells him as he slips his hands past the band of the sweats Kurts wearing.

"Tonight."

"Cant wait that long."

Kurt groans and minutely rocks his hips back as Blaine presses his thumb to his hole.  "Oh, God!" he quietly exclaims as Blaine slowly circles his entrance.  "We...We cant."  Even though he says that, Kurt lets Blaine pull his sweats off his hips.

"Yes," Blaine kisses the side of his neck, "we can."

"A-Ash, though," Kurt reminds Blaine.

"I heard him leave before you came down.  So," Blaine turns Kurt around to face the kitchen island, "we can."

"Blaine?  Blaine, what are you going to do?"  Curious when Blaine forces his legs apart some, and pulling his hips so his ass is sticking out, Kurt sighs as he feels kisses leading down his back.  He suspects, but Blaines next words confirm his suspicions.

"I want to taste you."  Blaine kisses above Kurts ass, right where his tailbone is.  "Want to push my tongue into your tight ass."

Never having that done to him before, thinking it wouldnt be something he would enjoy, Kurt feels want and need unfurl in his belly.  He needs Blaine to do that to him; needs to have him work him open with his tongue.  An ache forms in his body to have that.  Its crazy to him how Blaine can elicit such a reaction from him over something he never cared for before.

"O-Okay," Kurt says with a quiet, shaky voice.

Shaking with nerves as he feels kisses leading down his spine, Kurt closes his eyes and breathes when he feels Blaine place his palms on his ass.  The butterflies in his stomach are all he can focus on as Blaine pulls apart his ass cheeks to reveal his dusty pink hole.  Doing this has him nervous that he might not like it.  What if its exactly as he thought, and just too much for him.  Who actually enjoys having another mans mouth on their ass?  It just never seemed pleasurable to him.

The feeling if Blaine softly blowing on his hole has Kurt releasing a quiet whimper.  "Oh, god!" he sighs at the press of Blaines slick thumb to his entrance.

"Okay?"  Blaine asks.

"Y-yeah.  Yes."

Already breathing heavy, body shaking with a mixture of nerves and want, Kurt pulls his lower lip into his mouth and faintly moans as Blaine traces his entrance with his tongue.  Little sparks of pleasure shoot through him.  He finds himself liking the sensation that causes.  And as Blaine continues to slowly trace his entrance with his tongue, Kurt can already tell hes going to enjoy this very much.

When Blaine barely presses into his ass with the tip of his tongue, Kurt lets out a small whimper.  It causes his body to shake.  And as Blaine slowly pushes deeper, as deep as he can, feeling himself stretch around Blaines tongue, Kurt whines low in his throat.  He feels Blaine gently work his tongue in and out.

Soon enough, Blaine starts to pick up a rhythm of thrusting his tongue into Kurts ass a few times before pulling out and slowly trace his entrance.  Kurt moans as his knees shake each time Blaine does it.  Intense pleasure swims through him.  At thirty-eight, he thought hed known all kinds of pleasure another persons tongue could produce.  Now, he knows he was wrong.  He was missing out on the best part.

Hands grabbing at the edge of the counter for support, Kurt starts to slowly roll his hips back as Blaine picks up the force of the thrusts of his tongue into his ass.  Now fucking him with his tongue, Kurt feels as Blaine grips his thighs.  Fingers dig into flesh as Blaine keeps up the pace of his torturous tongue.

On edge, cock hard and straining between his legs, tip leaking precome, Kurt cries out when Blaine suddenly reaches up and rolls his balls between one if his hands.  It pushes him closer to that release his body so desperately seeks.

Needy, and wanting to come, reaching behind him to clutch at a handful of Blaines hair as he fucks him with his tongue, pushing in as deep as he can into his ass, Kurt rocks his hips back on the movements, practically riding Blaines tongue.  Heat and pleasure stir in his belly.

Its so much different than he thought it would be.

And fuck it!  Kurt realizes he actually loves having Blaines mouth on his ass doing things he never thought would please him.  He loves it!  He would scream it from the top of his lungs if it meant he wouldnt get strange looks, and anger directed towards him from Asher and Cayden.  And as Blaine pushes in deep to his as with his tongue, Kurt realizes, maybe, thinking about his son and best friend right now isnt the greatest thing.

Fingers of his left hand curling against the cold marble countertop as he grinds his hips down at the same time as Blaine thrusts his tongue into his ass, Kurt feels his body tremble.

He now gets it.  Now understands why someone would love this so much.  Its a whole new sensation; different from being fucked by Blaines cock.  Blaine cant go as deep with his tongue as he can with his cock, but that doesnt matter.  The pleasure is just as great.  Just as enjoyable.  The heat that stirs in his belly from this is the same as when Blaine fucked him last night.

Vastly enjoying himself, Kurt whines when Blaine pulls away.  "No!" he protests.  Looking over his shoulder, he sees Blaine standing up and pushing his jeans down.  That has arousal stirring in Kurts belly.  He grins; knowing whats coming.  "You gonna fuck me?"

"Is that what you want?"  Blaine cheekily asks as he pops the cap of a small bottle of lube.

Kurts reply is to bend over the kitchen island, the marble cold under his heated skin, and sticks his ass out.  He moans when two fingers easily push into his ass.  Rocking his hips back on the fingers as they are worked in and out of him, he finds himself too desperate, or horny, to wait.  "Now," he tells Blaine with desperation to his voice.  "I want you inside me, now."

"I havent stretched-"

"Want to feel you today," Kurt interrupts Blaine to say.  He pushes his ass back to brush against Blaines cock.  He hears Blaine groan; knows hes got him.  When the fingers are pulled away, Kurt smiles.  Hes that much closer to getting what he needs.  And he needs Blaine inside him.

Behind him, Kurt barely hears a condom wrapper being opened.

"So," Blaine says as he pushes at the muscles of Kurts ass with the head of his cock several seconds later.  "Im guessing you want it rough."

"Yes."  Kurt arches off the countertop and sighs as Blaine eases into him.

Even though its barely the third time theyve done this, Kurt doesnt think hell ever get use to how Blaine feels inside him.  Hes big and thick; stretching him open, and filling him up in a glorious way.  A way hes quickly becoming addicted to.

"Oh, God."  Pushing up and dropping his head back on Blaines shoulder, breath already coming out uneven, Kurt moans as Blaine grinds his hips against his ass.

"Fuck, Kurt," Blaine groans as he reaches up and grabs Kurts chin, turning his head so hes looking at him.

"What?"  Kurt asks as he stares up into lust blown hazel eyes.

"If you cant tell already, I love your ass."

Kurt laughs, purposely clenching around Blaines cock, smirking when he releases a deep moan.  Fiercely kissed the next instant, Kurt goes when Blaines hand at the middle of his back pushes him to bend over the countertop once again.

"Gonna fuck you until you scream," Blaine growls.

"Please."  Thats Kurts reply.  Thats what he wants.

Kurt feels Blaine grip his left shoulder before pulling his hips back and slamming them forward.  Fingers dig into his shoulder; the grip getting tighter and tighter as Blaine fucks him.

For several minutes, the only sound in the kitchen is that of skin slapping against skin, and the mix of Kurt and Blaines noises they make.  Kurt moaning and whimpering each time Blaine snaps his hips forward and grinds them against his ass.  Blaine groans and grunts behind Kurt as he fucks him rougher and harder.

Kurt is getting what he wants.  For the rest of the day, hell be feeling Blaine no matter what hes doing.  And he loves that.

Back arching when Blaine thrust in and hits his prostate, Kurt feels as pleasure sizzles under his skin.  Its like Blaine is slowly creating a fire in his body, and it wont be long before he is consumed by it.

"God, Kurt," Blaine groans as he pulls his hips back until Kurt is just stretched around the head of his cock.  Instead of slamming his hips forward, Blaine slowly pushes back in.  Kurt shudders.  He does it a few more times.  "I could watch this forever."

Confused, Kurt looks over his shoulder to find Blaine staring at his cock repeatedly sink into his ass.  Now knowing what Blaine means, Kurt likes the sound of that.  If it means never having to go without this again, hes all for it.

When starts to fuck him rough and hard again, Kurt remembers how close he was.  Hes being wound tighter and tighter like a rubber band, and hes going to snap soon.  "Hand," he tells Blaine.  The next moment, Kurt feels Blaines hand on his cock jerking him to his release.

The strokes of Blaines hand match the rhythm of the thrusts into Kurts ass.  And Kurt finds himself working his hips back on Blaines cock, and forward into his fist.

All it takes is for Blaine to rub his thumb over the head of his cock for Kurt to snap.  He hotly spills over Blaines fist as he loudly screams Blaines name.  His orgasm rolls through him.  Blaine strokes him through it until he has nothing left to give.  Body stilling, breathing heavy, Kurt slumps back against Blaine as he holds him, still fucking up into him.

It doesnt take long for him to feel Blaine experience his own release.  He shudders against him, moaning into his ear as he comes.  Kurt grins, tightly holding Blaines hand covering stomach as he does.

"Fuck!"  Hands clutching at the kitchen island to keep from falling to the floor, pleasure rippling through his body, Kurt trembles as he stands there.  Turning around to face Blaine, a pleased grin on his face, he leans forward and kisses him.  Trembling as he stares into Blaines eyes as he pulls away, both of them breathing heavy, Kurt bask in the afterglow of his amazing orgasm.  He couldnt think of a better way to start the day.  At this point, hes not even sure he will be able to properly function today.  Hell, he knows the huge grin on his face wont be going away soon.

"Good call on not making me wait till tonight," Kurt says with his shaky voice filled with delight.

"Youre welcome."  Blaine grins as he leans forward and kisses Kurt.  "Im still fucking you tonight, too, though."

Kurt sighs as he deepens the kiss for a second before pulling away.  "I wouldnt have it any other way," he mumbles against Blaines lips.

Cleaning up and getting dressed, and sharing a bottle of cold water, Kurt chuckles when his stomach growls.

"Im starved.  You want breakfast?"  Kurt asks Blaine.

"Id love some."  Blaine places a soft, sweet kiss to Kurts lips, making him happily sigh.

Happily eating scrambled eggs and fried bacon twenty minutes later, sitting next to Blaine, eating in silence, Kurt feels his heart pick up its pace when Blaine takes his hand.  He just holds it, often giving it a gentle squeeze, as if to remind him hes still there.  Not like Kurt could forget.  Whenever Blaine is close, thats all he knows.  Hes aware of him at all times.

Looking up when he hears the door close, and finds Asher walking inside, Kurt suddenly remembers what he learned last night.  He calls out for him.  Walking up to his son, seeing anger and hurt in his eyes, concerned as to why its there, he stops in front of him.

"What, Dad?"  Asher groans, voice filled with anger and annoyance.

"Dont talk to me like that," Kurt retorts back.  "Whats gotten into you?"

"Nothing," Asher mumbles, still sounding pissed.

"Did something happen at the party last night?"  Kurt asks concerned.

"No."  Asher shakes his head as he drops his gaze to his shoes.  "There a reason you called me?"

"I dont want you smoking," Kurt scolds him, but not trying to sound too mean.

"Im nineteen.  I can do what I want."

"I dont care.  I dont want you to smoke."

"How did you even find out?  Did Blaine tell you after you fucked him last night?"  Asher lifts his head and scowls at him, looking disgusted and pissed off.

Kurt is too shocked to say anything. A few times he opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.  Too stunned to formulate words, he just stares at Asher as he gives him a glare.  "H-How?" he finally manages to say.

"I saw him leaving your room half-naked last night.  Its not that hard to put two and two together," Asher tells him as he turns his attention to Blaine who stands quite a few feet behind Kurt.  "How could you?"

With that, Kurt watches his son turn and leave.  He hears Blaine call out for him, but he grabs him as he passes by.  "No," he says as he holds his arm.  "Let him go."

"But-"

"No.  He needs some time alone," Kurt interrupts him.  "Leave him be for a few hours."

After Asher leaves, Kurt tries to think straight.

"Oh, God!"  Blaine suddenly groans.  Kurt looks to him and sees him with his head in his hands.  "Hes gonna tell my mom, and then shes going to kill us both."

Kurt walks up to him, wrapping his arms around him from behind.  He comforts him; holds him close.  Blaine covers his arms with his own.  "Dont worry," Kurt whispers as he kisses the side of Blaines neck.  "Everything will be fine."  Kurt almost buys his own lie.  But he knows it wont be fine.  Not with whats going on between him and Blaine coming to light.

~

Kurt worries.  He always will when it comes to Asher.  Thats his little boy, and he doesnt want any kind of harm to come to him.  He paces all around the house, chewing his lip almost every second.  When he does manage to stay still for longer than a few seconds, he always finds himself curled into Blaines side on the couch.

When Blaine asked him if he could stay, Kurt didnt want to say no.  Couldnt say no.  He wanted him here to calm him down; to give him the comfort he needed.  And Blaine has done that.  Hes provided comfort for him.  He held him as he cried over fucking everything up.  Kurt hates that hes putting Blaine through all this; that he dragged a nineteen year old into drama he doesnt need in his life.  Blaine should be out partying, and drinking, and having a fun time with people his own age.  Not here with him as he cries over milk he spilt and now has to clean up.  He feels like a royal jerk that deserves to be punished for what he did.  But he, also, looks up to Blaine for sticking by his side and weathering this crazy storm hes going through.

With each passing minute that Asher doesnt return, Kurts fear and worry only grows.  Thoughts of him lying dead in a ditch somewhere are hard to suppress.  He only thinks of the worst, and it doesnt help.  And the fact that he cant call or text him just to make sure hes okay doesnt make it better.  It has him questioning why the fuck he would vacation at a spot that doesnt have cell service.

"Im such idiot," Kurt quietly says through his scratchy voice as he sits on the couch curled into Blaines side late that night.  "I shouldnt have dragged you into this.  Im sorry."

"Hey."  Blaine tips Kurts chin back and stares into his red eyes.  "You didnt drag me into anything.  Okay? Im here because I wanted you.  Its as much my blame as yours.  Dont think this is all on you."

"But Im an adult," Kurt replies.  "I should have never allowed this."

"Im an adult, too," Blaine responds.  "I know the difference from right and wrong.  And you are a right Ive never been so sure about."

Kurt feels his heart flutter; a smile spreading across his face.  He leans up and takes Blaines mouth in a hungry, demanding kiss.  Blaines hand sliding up his inner thigh pulls a gasp from Kurts mouth.  Desire quickly pools in his belly.  "Make me forgot, Blaine," he quietly begs.

"Okay," Blaine sighs against Kurts lips.

Its completely fucked up, Kurt knows that.  Having sex while Asher is still gone, and god knows where.  But he needs this right now.  He needs to not think about all his worries and concerns.  He needs something to distract him for a few hours.  With Blaine, Kurt gets just that.

~

Kurt doesnt sleep.  Not even after Blaine and he spent the night having sex.  Hes still too worried and concerned to sleep.  So, he just lies there in bed as Blaine sleeps next to him.  Thoughts constantly run through his head about where Asher could be, what Cayden will think of him now, could this be the last day he sees Blaine if Cayden decides she doesnt want her son around him?  He mainly thinks about his friendship he knows hes going to lose.  There is no way Cayden could forgive him for this.  And he wouldnt blame her.  He deserves to lose that friendship.

When the sun shines in his eyes, Kurt figures he should get out of bed since theres no point.  Letting Blaine continue to sleep, he walks to the bathroom.  Under the spray of hot water a few minutes later, Kurt hopes the Blaine is still asleep, or that the sound of the showerhead on drowns out his crying.

Hes fucked things up so badly.  Relationships ruined over his desire he couldnt ignore.  Instead of thinking with his head, he was thinking with his dick, and it got him into a whole lot of trouble.  He hates himself.  Hates that he couldnt stay away from Blaine; hates that he wanted him so greatly; hates that he let himself be pulled in by Blaine.  He feels like the mouse caught in the trap just because he wanted the cheese.

When arms wrap around his waist and pull him back on a strong body, Kurt only cries harder when Blaine tells him not to cry, that everything will be okay.  He just turns around and buries his face in the slope of Blaines neck and profusely apologizes over and over.  Hes apologizing for crying, for wanting him, for giving in to that burning desire he had for him, and for putting Blaine through this.  He apologizes so much that his voice goes raw from crying and apologizing.

By the time hes sitting on the edge of his bed ten minutes later, Blaine wrapped around him from behind trying to console him, often pressing kisses to his neck, Kurt isnt sure he has any tears left to cry.  Hes drained.  Emotionally and psychically drained.

"Blaine?"  Kurt says with his rough, scratchy voice that trembles.

"Kurt, if you apologize to me one more time, I will bite you," Blaine jokes, chuckling.

Kurt laughs; needing that.  "No."  He shakes his head, looking at Blaine over his shoulder.  "Thanks for staying with me."

A bright smile spreads across Blaines face.  "Theres nowhere else Id rather be."

"Thanks."  Kurt smiles when Blaine leans forward and playfully nudges their noses together.  "Im gonna go cook to distract myself."

"Alright.  Ill be down in a few minutes."

Leaving Blaine in his room, Kurt heads downstairs.  In the kitchen, he finds Asher drinking orange juice from the carton.  Relief washes through him at knowing his son is safe.  He runs up to him and hugs him tightly.  He holds him for what seems like hours; wanting to make sure that hes actually here.  When he finally lets him go, hes biting back tears of joy and relief.  "Where were you?  I was so worried."

"How long did Blaine stay after I left?"  Is all Asher asks as he closes the fridge door, giving Kurt a look that says hes not stupid; that he knows what happened again after he left yesterday.

"Thats none of your business," Kurt snaps at him, surprised Asher could make him go from happy to angry in less than five seconds.  "I asked you a question.  Where were you?"

Asher stares him straight in the eye, and with a calm and collected voice, says, "Fucking Cayden."