Warm sun falling over him wakes up Blaine.  Eyes slowly opening, scared for a moment when he takes a look around the unfamiliar place hes in, it rushes back to him that hes off the coast of Africa at a resort in the Seychelles islands.  Sitting up, stretching and yawning, not really recalling falling asleep, Blaine laughs when he sees his half-unpacked bag.  He figures sometime during packing he laid down and fell asleep.

Stomach growling, not having eaten in God knows when, he walks out the bedroom he picked and to the kitchen.  A look around the villa Kurt and he are staying at, Blaine knows he has to thank Pam for picking this place.  Even though its on the pricey side, its luxurious and beautiful.  And with him, he doesnt care about the price.  Money was never an issue.  As long as he and Kurt have a fun, relaxing time it will all be worth it.

Grabbing an apple and bottle of water from the fridge, Blaine stands against the counter and eats in silence for a few moments.  Apple core tossed away when finished, he pushes off the counter and goes off to look for Kurt in one of the other two rooms available.  When he finds Kurt asleep on his bed with his bag half-unpacked on the floor, Blaine quietly laughs to himself.  Its not hard to see Kurt did the same thing as him.  He doesnt blame him.  The trip just getting here was more exhausting than Blaine expected.  But so far, it seems worth it.

The sound of waves crashing to shore catch Blaines attention.  Leaving Kurt to sleep, he walks out onto the deck and towards the beach nearby.  The beach is gorgeous.  The clear, blue water and white sand has Blaine itching to lie on the shore and just let the water rush over him.

The air carries the smell of the ocean; the smell of sea salt as Blaine stands at the edge of the shore.  The air is cool as it blows across his skin.  Cool water rushes up and splashes around his ankles.  Feet sink into wet sand; getting between his toes.  Blaine closes his eyes and tips his head back, welcoming the sun that falls on him.

Blaine doesnt know how long he stands there on the beach, listening to the waves crash to shore, feeling the water rush around his legs.  Its calm.  Peaceful.  It brings a sense of ease over him like he was seeking when he said he wanted to go on a vacation.  He almost doesnt want to leave.  Staying there on the beach for the whole trip sounds perfect.  But two things keep him from doing that.  Blaine knows if he stands under the sun too long hell be regretting it later.  And hes hungry.  That apple he ate only managing to quell his appetite for a bit.

The sun setting in the horizon, throwing an array of oranges and reds and yellows on the water is the last thing Blaine sees before he turns on his heels and heads back.

Back at the villa a few minutes later, Blaine finds Kurt sitting at the kitchen island looking still half-asleep as he snacks on grapes.  "How you are?"  He walks up to Kurt and takes a grape.

"I now hate traveling," Kurt lightly gripes as he chews on a grape.

"It wasnt so bad."

"Im pretty sure I died on that trip, and what sits in front of you is a zombie."

"Well, I gotta say for a dead guy, you still manage to look adorable," Blaine says with a small laugh.

Kurt smiles at that.  "Where were you?"

"At the beach," Blaine answers.

"How was it?"

"Beautiful."

"That sounds nice.  I would have gone with you."  Kurt stretches and yawns.  "But I was tired.  Didnt mean to pass out."

"Me either," Blaine says as he walks over to the fridge.  "But that nap is exactly what I needed."

"Ditto."

"How about dinner?"

"Please."  Kurt pushes away the unfinished grapes.  "Im starved for something other than grapes."

"Im no chef, so I cant promise a four course meal," Blaine says as he looks over the items in the fridge.  "What are you hungry for?"

"I dont care," Kurt says.  "As long as you feed me."

Blaine laughs.  "How do sandwiches sound, then?"

"Easy and delicious," Kurt replies.

As they sit on the couch with their sandwiches, the TV turned on to a random channel showing a movie, Kurt pressed close into his side, Blaine barely pays attention to what is showing on the TV as he eats.

"We should use the chef this place offers at least once while were here," Kurt says as he tears off the crust of the bread.

"What?  You dont like my cooking?" Blaine says, pretending to be hurt and offended.

"Im not sure we can qualify this as cooking," Kurt laughs as he gestures to his sandwich.  "Im just saying, if we have something at our disposal, we should use it."

"What about you?  You cook," Blaine points out.

"Im on vacation, Blaine," Kurt reminds him.  "I wont be cooking for your lazy butt the whole time."

"Ah, but youll cook for me."  Blaine wraps an arm around Kurts shoulders and brings him close to him, planting a kiss at his temple.  "I knew I lugged you here for a reason."

"Nice to know," Kurt says, sounding upset.  Blaine knows hes faking, though.  He can tell by the corner of his mouth turned up in a small smile, and the way his eyes still shine with joy.

Suddenly, Blaine has an idea.

"Lets go swimming," Blaine suggests.

Kurt looks at him like hes dumb.  "Blaine, we cant go swimming.  Its almost nine."

"Theres no law that says we cant swim at night."

"We just ate."  Kurt gestures to their empty plates still sitting on their laps.

"Well be careful.  Besides, that whole waiting an hour thing is overrated."

"Its overrated for a reason," Kurt mutters under his breath.

Blaine snorts.

Kurt lets out a loud huff.  Blaine stares into eyes the color of sea foam today as Kurt clearly debates with himself over going swimming or not.  "Alright," Kurt finally says.  "But only for a short time."

"Yes!"  Blaine excitedly exclaims.  He sets the plate down and jumps up, eager to get in the water.  He reaches down and grabs Kurts hand, attempting to pull him up off the couch.  "Lets go."

"Um...In case you havent noticed, Im not properly attired to swim."  Kurt gestures to his clothes wrinkled from sleeping in them.

"Proper schmoper," Blaine replies.  "Well swim in our underwear."

"Youre so weird, Blaine Anderson," Kurt teases as he stands up off the couch and follows Blaine out onto the deck with the pool.

At one of the ends of the pool, Kurt across from him, Blaine undresses.  Down to his black boxer-briefs, he sits down at the edge of the pool and lowers himself into the warm water.  Across from him, Kurt slinks into the water.

"I cant believe youre making me do this," Kurt says as he swims over to Blaine, keeping his head above the water.

"Im not making you do anything."  Blaine swims backwards as he swims around Kurt who just sways in the water.

"Youre here of your own free will."

"No, Im not.  If I had said no, you would have used your puppy dog eyes on me.  The same look youve used on me to get what you want since we were eight.  You use it cause you know I cant say no to it.  Right?"  Kurt arches an eyebrow at Blaine, giving him a look daring him to prove him wrong.

"You act like you dont have a look!"  Blaine says in defense.

"I dont have a look."

"Yes, you do."  Blaine nods his head as he stops swimming and faces Kurt.  "Your eyes plead with want as you bite the corner of your bottom lip.  Every time you do it, I cant refuse you."

"Huh."  Kurt sounds surprised by Blaines words.  "I cant believe I have a look.  Ill have to use it on you more often."

Blaine splashes Kurt with water, making him splash back.  They splash back and forth until their hair is soaked.  "Having fun?"  Blaine asks after their little splash fight.

"Yeah, I am."  Kurt grins as he nods his head.  "I do have to say, its beautiful out here under the night sky."

"Told you."  Blaine smirks with pride at being right.  "Did you call your dad and tell him we made it here?"

"Yeah," Kurt says.  "You tell your parents?"

"Yup," Blaine replies.

"Where are they now?"

"They just made it to Rome a few days ago," Blaine tells Kurt.

"Are they enjoying their tour of Europe?"

"Vastly enjoying it.  I keep expecting them to call and say theyre staying permanently."

"Tell them I said hi the next time you talk to them," Kurt says.

"Alright."  Blaine knows how much his parents love Kurt, so theyll just probably want to talk with him themselves.  He doesnt blame them.  Kurt is a great guy.  And he knows his mom has always secretly wished they got together.  That would make two of them.

Diving under the water, Blaine tries not to think about Kurt and the what ifs of their relationship.  If he does that, he could waste this vacation on things he cant change.  Its better to focus on the things they do have; to think about their close friendship that he treasures every day.  He couldnt ask for a better friend in his life.

Breaking the surface of the water, sputtering water, and wiping a hand down his face, Blaine feels as Kurt swims right up next to him.

"Blaine, I love you.  I do," Kurt says with an air of laughter to his voice.  "But Im getting out."

"I think Ill get out, too.  No fun swimming alone."

Blaine easily pulls himself out of the pool.  Wet, and dripping water as he walks, pile of clothes in his arms, he heads for his bedroom.  Too lazy to shower, he pulls on a change of clothes and grabs the bag with his toiletries in it.

Not thinking of much as he brushes his teeth, Blaine smiles when he sees Kurt walk into the bathroom.  Mouth rinsed out, he turns to face him.  Kurts hair is still damp; the collar of his shirt lightly wet from the water that drips from his hair.  "What?  Cant find your bathroom?"  Blaine teases.

"No," Kurt says as he squeezes toothpaste onto the bristles of his toothbrush.  "This place is too big.  Didnt want to be alone."

"Its not that big," Blaine comments as he leans back against the sink.

"Blaine, theres three private pools," Kurt replies as he lifts an eyebrow.  "Thats kind of excessive just for two people."

"So, its spacious.  Nothing wrong with that."

Kurt just shakes his head as he laughs.  "Youre crazy," he teases after he finishes brushing his teeth.

"Yet you still tolerate me."

"And I dont know why."  Kurt smirks.

"Goodnight, Kurt."  Blaine leans over and kisses Kurts cheek.

"Goodnight, Blaine," Kurt says back as he stays where hes at.

At the door, Blaine stops when Kurt calls his name.  "Yeah?" he says as he turns to face him.

"Thanks.  For this," Kurt appreciatively says as he gestures his hand around.  "For bringing me here with you."

"Youre welcome."  Blaine smiles.  "Theres no one else Id rather have here with me."

"Youre a great guy, Blaine," Kurt says, catching Blaine by surprise with those words.  "Any guy would be lucky to have you."

"T-Thanks," Blaine slightly stammers, heart racing.

He wants to say something.  But hes too scared to.  Instead, he walks out of the bathroom and to where his bedroom is.

On the edge of the bed, seeing the light of Kurts room across the way, all Blaine can think about is what he said.  Those words.  Those words wonderful to hear from Kurt.  But, he wishes he could have told him that the only guy that should be lucky to have him is him.

The light going off in Kurts room, Blaine lies down and shuts his own light off.  In the dark, chest rising and falling as he breathes, the faint sound of waves crashing to shore nearby, he thinks about Kurt.  Thinks about him in his bed alone.  Wonders what it would be like to crawl into bed with him and pull him close; to have him close enough he could feel his heartbeat, bury his nose in the curve of his neck and fall asleep to the smell of him.  Its those thoughts that Blaine slowly drifts off to with a smile on his lips.

The sound of feet softly padding across the floor wake Blaine up from his state of being half-asleep several minutes later.  Blearily blinking the sleep from his eyes, an easily recognizable figure walking toward his bed, Blaine is confused.  He doesnt get why Kurt would come over to him.

"Kurt?"  Surprise is evident in Blaines voice as he talks.  He sits up and watches as Kurt opens his robe and drops it to the floor; reveals his almost naked body.

Kurts body is glorious.  All the lines and curves and dips and edges.  The expanse of smooth, pale skin Blaine wants to touch.  To kiss.  He wants to know what Kurt would taste like under his lips.

"K-Kurt?  What are you doing?"  Blaine tentatively winds his arm around Kurts waist when Kurt climbs on the bed and into his lap.  He revels in the feel of such soft skin under his hand.

For years, Blaine has had this fantasy.  This exact fantasy of Kurt in his lap, naked and doing things that drove him wild.  Thats why he has to believe this isnt real.  This cant be happening right now.  Hes asleep.  Thats what this is.  He fell asleep and is dreaming.  He has to be dreaming.  Because fantasies dont easily come true like this.

"I have to be dreaming," Blaine says under his breath as he drops his forehead to Kurts chest.

"Youre not dreaming, Blaine," Kurt says with a small laugh.

Blaine feels as Kurt places his hands on his shoulders and kisses the back of his head.  "Then whats happening?"  He lifts his head to look at Kurt.

"I love you, Blaine.  You know that," Kurt says with a steady voice as he reaches down and grabs at the hem of Blaines shirt.

"I do know that."  Not even thinking about it, Blaine lifts his arms above his head.  The shirt pulled off and tossed to the floor.

"And I know you love me."  Kurt bites his lower lip and smiles.  Blaine nods his head.  "Youre my best friend in the entire world.  I would do anything for you."

"You dont have to do this for me, Kurt."  Hes not stupid.  Blaine knows what Kurt is doing.  Offering.  He knew the moment Kurt stood there half-naked in front of him.  He just needed to hear him say it out loud. But he wants to let Kurt know that this isnt something that he feels he has to do.

"I know.  And I love that youre giving me that choice."  Kurt drops his forehead to Blaines and breathes.  A smile spreading across his face.  "But, Im still choosing to do it.  We love each other, Blaine.  You said you wanted it to matter.  That you wanted your first time to be with someone you care about."  Blaine stares into Kurts eyes that are blue like the water of the ocean just outside.  And just like the water outside, they hold a powerful force within them; they draw him in.  Kurt reaches up and gently cups the side of Blaines face. "You were there for me, Blaine.  Through everything that mattered in my life so far.  I want to be there for you on this.  I want to give you this."  Kurt leans forward and brushes his lips over Blaines slightly parted ones.  He drags his lips to Blaines ear.  Voice coming out faint when he talks.  "Let me be there for you on this, Blaine.  What do you say?"

Heart hammering away in his chest, nerves fought back to keep his body from shaking, pulse racing, Blaine knows he could never refuse Kurts offer.  Its the one thing hes wanted more than anything he can recall.  If he had to, he would have given up all his success to have Kurt.  Hell, he would still give up all he has to be with him beyond what Kurt is offering in this moment.

But Kurts not offering anything beyond tonight.  Its only this night hes giving Blaine.  This single night of them being together in the most intimate way two people can be together.  And Blaine will grasp at it and hold it tightly.  Take it with all he has.

"O-Okay," Blaine stammers in reply.

Blaine watches as Kurt climbs off the bed and pushes his underwear off his hips.  And he cant stop staring as Kurt stands there naked.  The one and only time he ever saw Kurt naked was when he accidentally burst into his room when they were eighteen.  Kurt had just showered and was about to get dressed.  Blaine barged in right when Kurt dropped his towel and revealed his gorgeous ass.  He stared for what felt like hours at Kurts ass.  Felt himself growing hard.  It was only after catching Kurts gaze in his mirror did he realize what he was doing.  Profusely apologizing, and Kurt laughing it off as nothing, he closed the door and bolted.

For months after that incident, Blaine felt guilty about the fact that he jerked off to that image.  So to have Kurt standing there naked in front of him is causing all kinds of reactions.  Mainly, hes turned on, which isnt a big shock to him.

"I must admit," Kurt says as he reaches for the waistband of Blaines pajama pants.  "Its strange for you to be seeing me naked."

"Why?"

"Self-conscious, I guess," Kurt replies.

"Well, dont worry.  You look better than amazing," Blaine says to ease some of Kurts worries.

"Thanks."

Blaine feels as Kurt tugs at his pants.  Lying back on the bed, chest expanding as he pulls in deep breaths, he lifts his hips.  The material of his pants are pulled down and off from around his ankles.

Now naked as he lays there, embarrassment hitting hard as Kurt stares at him, Blaine has to look away.  Has to look at something that makes him forget his best friend, the man he loves, is currently staring at his body.

They might be best friends back from when they were eight, but that doesnt mean that makes this any better.  Hes still shy as he lies there with nothing to cover him up.  Nothing to hide behind.  At least when hes shooting a sex scene in a movie, he knows what to do because of someone telling him.  He gets to hide behind that comfort of not having to worry about making a fool of himself.  But here, he has nothing to go by.  He has no instructions that makes it easier.  Here, hes on his own.  Left to his own thoughts and actions.  And that terrifies him.  Scares him that hes going to royally screw up.

"Blaine," Kurt softly says as he climbs back on the bed and straddles his hips.  "Look at me."

Blaine turns his head to look up at Kurt.  Finds him worriedly staring down at him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."  Blaine nods his head.  "Im just, you know...Nervous."

Kurt leans down and softly presses his lips to Blaines.  Blaine feels a jolt run through him at the touch.  He stares into Kurts eyes; thinks about the first kiss they shared a year and a half ago in France.  Remembers how hes relived that kiss thousands of times, and wishing it would happen again.  So to have Kurt kissing him, again, is amazing.

Eyes falling shut, Blaine deepens the kiss.  Soft, full lips moving against his.  He teases at the seam of Kurts lips with his tongue.  They part and he tentatively licks into Kurts mouth.  Memories of doing this on a balcony eighteen months before flash through Blaines mind.  Only this time, theres no excuse of traditions for this kiss. This kiss is happening because they want it to; because it feels right to what they are sharing.  And as he kisses Kurt, tongue licking at the roof of Kurts mouth, and gently sucking Kurts lower lip, Blaine has never felt anything more right than this.

"Dont be nervous," Kurt faintly mumbles against Blaines lips.  "Just do what comes natural to you."

A deep moan is torn from Blaines mouth when Kurt minutely starts to rock his hips down.  He chases Kurts mouth when he pulls up from the kiss to breathe.  He wants those soft lips back on his.  Kurt giggles and gives him what he wants.  Lips press to his again as Kurt sets up a steady rhythm of moving his hips,

Natural to him, Blaine thinks.  His hands immediately go to the back of Kurts thighs.  He grips them.  Holds them as Kurt slowly rocks down on him.

Kurt sinuously moves on top of Blaine.  Hips slowly rolling down.  Cocks dragging together to send pleasure swimming through Blaines body.  As Kurt moves, kisses placed on his mouth and along his neck, Blaine feels like hes going to explode.  Every touch, every kiss, every perfect drag of Kurts cock along his brings him closer and closer to losing it in the best possible way.  "Please," he manages to get out with a shaky voice.

When Kurt talks, theres a desperation and need to his voice.  "Ready for more, Blaine?"  Kurt stares down at him.  Pupils blown wide with lust causing the color in his eyes to be pushed away by darkness.  By a hunger and a need.

Blaine minutely nods his head.

Kurt pushes up to his knees and starts to step off the bed.

"Um...Kurt."  Blaine stops him.

"What?  Did you change your mind?"

"No."  Blaine shakes his head.  Changing his mind is the last thing he considers doing.  "God, no.  Its just...I didnt plan for this."  In no way did he plan for this.  If he had, he would have prepared better.

"Dont worry," Kurt smiles down at him, "I did."

Blaine climbs to the middle of the bed as Kurt grabs his robe and pulls a bottle of lube and a condom from a pocket.

"How long have you thought of doing this for me?"  Blaine asks as Kurt crawls back onto the bed.

"Since the night we went to the bar," Kurt answers as he climbs into Blaines lap.  "After what you said in your hotel room, I figured I was the closest person to fit the criteria you had."  Of course, Blaine doesnt say he was talking about him when he said what he said.

Blaine cant believe Kurts thought of doing this for over two weeks.  Although, he himself has thought of doing this for years.

Hand grabbed, Blaine feels as cold lube is squeezed onto his fingers.  It instantly hits him what this means.  "Are you sure you want to bottom?" he asks.

Kurt nods his head.

Respecting Kurts decision, Blaine brings his hand around to Kurts ass.  One hand gently stroking over the soft flesh, the other pressing a finger to Kurts hole.  When Kurt lets out a hiss, Blaine jerks his hand away.  "What?" he asks scared.  "Did I hurt you?"

"No."  Kurt shakes his head as he smiles.  "Its cold."

"Oh...Sorry."

"Its okay."

Gently pressing the first finger into Kurt, Blaine stills his hand when its fully in.  Blaine can feel his heart hammering away in his chest; wonders if Kurt can hear it.  This is all so much, and its making him unable to think straight.  His head is dizzy with surprise and disbelief.  His body buzzing with want and need.  Even though he should stop this now before they do something they cant come back from, he cant.  The want for Kurt is too strong.  Its all he can think about.  Its all hell think about if he stops this now.

"Blaine?"  Kurt quietly laughs after several heartbeats.

"Yeah?" he says with a slight shake to his voice.

"You can move your finger.  I wont break."

"O-okay."  Blaine nods his head. 

He stretches him open.  First with one finger, then he adds a second after Kurt asks for it.  By the time hes working three fingers into Kurt, Blaine sees as Kurt rocks his hips down around the fingers.

"Im ready," Kurt says as he reaches around to grab at Blaines wrist.

Foil condom packet ripped open, and eyes on Kurts hands, Blaine drops his head back and groans as Kurt reaches down and rolls the condom on.  The faint touch of Kurts fingers sends a burst of pleasure through Blaine.  He trembles after Kurt squeezes lube onto his hand and strokes him a few times to spread it over his cock.  Low in his stomach, he can already feel a heat building.  Getting a good grip on the bed, Blaine starts to lift his hips up into Kurts fist.

"Oh, fuck!"  Blaine lifts his head and stares into Kurts lust filled eyes.  Just as soon as Kurt started stroking him, Blaine feels him still his hand.  He looks up at him with eyes filled with a mixture of want.  "Whyd you stop?" he lightly pants.

"I planned to do more than jerk you off," Kurt cheekily replies.

Blaine stares as Kurt moves to hover over him.  Base of his cock gripped in Kurts hand, his own hand at Kurts hip, Blaine takes one final deep breath.  Kurt winds an arm around his neck and brushes his lips over his right before he starts to lower himself.  Kurts teeth slight sink into his lower lip when he starts to lower himself down around his cock.  Blaine ignores the flare of pain in favor of the feeling of the heat and tightness surrounding the head of his cock.

"Oh, God," Kurt sighs as he grips at Blaines shoulders, stilling his hips.

"You okay?"  Blaine asks as he comfortingly strokes his thumb over Kurts hip.

"I think I should be asking you that."  Kurt breathes as he continues to rock his hips down.

"Trust me, Im terrific."  Blaine smiles when Kurt laughs at that.

When Kurt pushes him to lie back on the bed, Blaine holds onto Kurts hips as he sinks the rest of the way down on him.  Buried inside Kurt, in the slick heat and tightness, Blaine cant remember a better feeling; is positive there is nothing as glorious as this.

He tries to focus his mind on other things so he doesnt come right that second.  Talk about embarrassing.  Thoughts of things that vary from fields of tulips to deadly tree frogs run through Blaines mind.  It helps.  It calms his heart, and stops him from making a fool of himself.  But when Kurt bends down to kiss him, it causes his hips to shift.  The small movement has a spike of pleasure shooting up along Blaines spine.  And thoughts of flowers and animals quickly leave his mind.  All that matters is Kurt doing that again.  "Oh, God!" he moans as Kurt starts to move his hips.

"Good?"  Kurt kisses the corner of Blaines mouth, a hint of cockiness to his voice.

"Yes," Blaine breathily replies.

"Good."

Hands holding Kurts hips as he sits up, Blaine sees, as well as feels, the movements of Kurts hips.  He sees as Kurt minutely rocks his hips down, gently grinding them and rolling them in a figure eight motion.  He sees as Kurt moves like water.  Rolls his hips like the waves of the ocean.  Easily flowing from one movement into the next.  He realizes early on that Kurt is going slow.  It clicks for Blaine that Kurt wants him to experience every last feeling.  And he does.  Every slow drag and slide of Kurt up and down on him, every grind of his hips down, every clench around him sends trembles through Blaine.

He watches in pleasure and delight as Kurt slowly rides him; loving every mind-blowing second, eyes locked on Kurts lust filled ones.

"You still doing okay?"  Kurt asks as he drops his hips and rocks them forward.

Blaine moans as he arches his back, lifting his hips up into Kurt, nodding his head in reply.  "W-why wouldnt I be doing okay?"

"I dont know."  Kurt shrugs his shoulders as he slowly raises his hips, then drops them back down.  "Just making sure."

"Im great," Blaine assures Kurt.  "Better than great, actually."

"So, you wouldnt mind if I go faster?"

Blaine vigorously shakes his head.  Faster sounds just like what he needs.  Kurt lets out a chuckle as he lifts his hips until just the head of his cock is stretching him open, staying there for several seconds.  Minutely rocking his hips, soft moan mixing with Blaines loud one, he slams his hips down.  Blaine enjoys as Kurt does that a few more times, holding his hips up a bit longer than the time before dropping them back down.

At one point, Blaine thinks Kurt is trying to slowly torture him to death as he does that.

"Youre killing me here," he jokes as Kurt rocks his hips forward with just the head of Blaines cock stretching him open.

"You look alive and well to me."  Blaine catches the smirk on Kurts lips, and the arch of his eyebrow.  "Besides, this feels good."  Kurt emphasizes his point by rocking his hips, again, and moaning for added pleasure.

The sound of Kurt moaning, even though Blaine knows theres added emphasis on it, makes his body pulse with need.  "Alright, it does feel good," Blaine concedes.  "Ill give you that.  But, can you go a bit faster like you said you would."

"I can do that," Kurt replies as he slowly drops and grinds his hips, the opposite of what Blaine wanted.

The next instant, hands brace themselves on Blaines chest.  Soon enough, he feels as Kurt starts to ride him faster and harder.

Arm wrapped around Kurts waist, Blaine sits up and pulls him close to his body.  As Kurt works his hips down around him, Blaine can feel the slide of his leaking cock against his stomach.  It only further turns him on.

Mouth pressing kisses along Kurts neck, Blaine lifts his hips up into Kurts body to meet his thrust down on him.  Repeatedly sinking into the delicious heat and tightness of Kurts ass.  It doesnt take long for them to set up a perfect rhythm of moving their bodies together.  The drag and pull of muscles, of bodies is tantalizing and amazing.

As he thrust up into Kurt, Blaine can hear him panting into his ear.  Hell hear little moans and whimpers that fall from Kurts lips.  The noises only further spurring him on to make sure this is as good for Kurt as it is for him.

After a while, Blaine feels a heat start to build low in his stomach.  It coils and grows tight with each thrust of his hips up.

"I-Im close," Kurt faintly moans into his ear.

"Me too."  Its then that Blaine wishes this would never end.  He wants to hold off from coming so he could spend longer doing this with Kurt.  But it seems his body has other ideas as hes pushed closer and closer to his release.

Burying his face in the curve of Kurts neck, the smell of chlorine lingering on his skin, hand splaying at his back, fingers curling against flesh, and digging in, Blaine pants and gasps as his orgasm builds low in his belly.  After snapping his hips up a handful more times, he screws his eyes shut and screams into Kurts neck as he lets go.

Indescribable pleasure falls over him and swims through every inch of his body.  All of him is drowned in the feeling of his orgasm.  He cant focus on anything else but the feeling that rushes through him for those perfect, intense moments.

As he starts to come back to himself, positive he blacked out for a few seconds, he feels the brush of Kurts knuckles against his stomach.  A few moments later, Kurt clenches around him as he hotly spills between their bodies.

They stay pressed close together, each coming down from their high.  Collapsing back on the bed after a few moments, taking Kurt with him, Blaine wraps his arms around him and just holds him for a few seconds.  They might be tired, and sweaty, and dirty, but Blaine looks past all that to hold Kurt.

"Congratulations, Blaine Anderson," Kurt grins as he lifts his head and gazes down at Blaine, "youre no longer a virgin."

"The only time Im congratulated for losing something."  Blaine chuckles, the sound hearty and pure.

"True."  Kurt plants his arms on either side of Blaines head and bends down, smirk on his lips.  "But at least the world didnt watch this loss."

"Thank God!"  Blaine playfully exclaims.  "I couldnt handle the added stress."

"Dont be stressed.  It was just sex."

"Just sex for us, but apparently headline making news for other people."

A feeling of loss runs through Blaine when Kurt lifts himself off him.  He watches him climb off the bed.

"Ill be back in a second."

While hes gone, Blaine sits up and takes off the condom and ties it.  In a daze of disbelief over what just happened, and how amazing it was, and not being able to grasp that he slept with Kurt.  Blaine looks up when Kurt sits down next to him with several tissues.  "Thanks," he says when Kurt hands a few over.  Cleaning himself, and balling up the condom in one of the tissues, he drops them into the trash can.

"So," Kurt says as he lies back on the bed.  Blaine cant stop from staring.  He stares at Kurts long legs, his toned stomach, his hips.  But mainly, he stares at his cock.  Embarrassed is what he should feel for staring, but Blaine has a feeling Kurt doesnt mind; going by the small smirk on his lips.  "I heard you had sex.  How was it?"

Blaine tears his eyes away from Kurts naked body to look up at him.  "I plead the fifth," he jokes.

Kurt nudges his leg with his foot, playfully scowling at him.

Blaine lies back on the bed and turns his head to look into Kurts shining eyes.  "It was amazing," he tells him.  "Better than I could have ever imagined."

"Good."  Kurt smiles with relief.  "Didnt want you to have a bad first time."

"It was wonderful.  Thank you."  Blaine leans over and places a chaste kiss to Kurts lips.

Kurt gently strokes his thumb over Blaines lower lip when he pulls back.  "Im lucky," Kurt says.

"How so?"  Blaine inquires.

"I got to give my best friend the first time he deserved."  Kurt smiles.

"And it has nothing to do with the fact that millions would kill to be in your place right now?"  Blaine says with a small chuckle.

"A tiny bit," Kurt confesses with a grin.  "But in all seriousness, it wasnt about that, Blaine."

"I know."

Blaine feels his heart race when Kurt scoots over and curls into his side.  Gently stroking his fingers along the smooth expanse of Kurts back, he knows he could stay in this moment forever and be happy.  Because in this moment, he has the one person he cares for most in this world in his arms.

"Remember when we tried to build that treehouse by ourselves when we were nine?"

"Yeah," Kurt answers.  "You fell out of the tree and broke your arm.  Why?"

"You helped walk me home as I cried.  Told me everything would be okay," Blaine says as he recalls that memory.  He is pretty sure that was a defining moment for him about Kurt.  He turns to look at Kurt.  Stares into eyes now green like a forest.  "Youve always been there for me, Kurt.  Not just now.  Since day one.  I love you for that.  For always being by my side and saying its going to be okay."

"I love you, too, Blaine."  Kurts voice trembles as tears fill his eyes.  "And theres nowhere else Id rather be than by your side.  Now," Kurt says as he steadies his voice and wipes away the tear.  "How about we do that one more time?"

Blaines reply is to grab behind Kurts head and bring him down for a hungry kiss.

Forty minutes later, Kurt clutches to his back, now adorned with scratches, and heavily pants into his ear.  Blaine feels him still shuddering from his orgasm beneath him.  "Holy shit!" he quietly exclaims.

Blaine laughs as he pulls out of Kurt and flops onto the bed.  His heart races along with his pulse.  He tries to catch his breath, again.  His head and body dizzy with pleasure.  A feeling of being sated for now overtaking him.  He knows that wont last long.  Not with Kurt.

"Oh, my God!  I thought you were a virgin?"  Kurt playfully accuses as he lies there on the bed.  A huge grin on his face.

Blaine laughs.  He likes that hes reduced Kurt to this state of shock; this state of pleasure.  "Just because I was a virgin doesnt mean I couldnt learn up on a few tricks and moves."

Kurt turns on his side to face Blaine. Elbow propped up, and head resting in his hand.  "Can I say it?"

"Say what?"  Blaine replies, a sense of dread hitting him over what Kurt could possibly have to say at the moment.

"That that was fucking awesome.  Awesome fucking."  Kurt laughs at his words.  Obviously pleased with himself.

"Thank you."

"No, thank you."  Kurt flops back down on the bed.

Blaine just shakes his head as he laughs.

As he watches Kurt sleep a few hours later, laid out on his stomach with the sheet resting low around his waist, Blaine still cant believe he slept with him.  He, Blaine Anderson, is no longer a virgin.  And he lost it to the one person he loves with his whole heart.  The one person he wanted it to be with.

Pressing a soft kiss to Kurts bare shoulder, letting his lips linger for a second, Blaine pulls back.  He doesnt know what this means for their friendship.  Doesnt know if after tonight thats it.  But if it is, hell treasure this night.  Hold it close to him.  Because Kurt gave him a night better than he could have asked for.  Gave him a night that will be a memory of his to cherish for years to come.

"I am so in love with you, Kurt Hummel," Blaine whispers as he pushes hair back from Kurts face.

Blaine smiles when Kurt unintelligently mumbles something in reply in his sleep.  Lying back in bed, he closes his eyes and lets sleep pull him in.