Falling back on the bed tired and breathless, feeling slowly coming back into his legs, Blaine turns to see Kurt standing up off the bed. He stares at his backside as he takes the condom off and throws it away. Keeping his eyes on him as he walks to his bathroom, he thinks about how he can't get enough of Kurt and his body.

It's crazy that he was so accustomed to having to look away, that now that he gets to look at Kurt, he can't stop himself. He loves staring at his long, lean body, loves kissing every inch of his pale, flawless skin. He loves that he can stare now without getting caught by Kurt and feeling ashamed. He loves having Kurt catch him and give him a sly smile with a look in his eyes at knowing what he was doing.

Watching as Kurt walk out of the bathroom and climb back into bed, setting his glass of water on his nightstand, he stares at his body on full display as he stretches out. He stares at Kurt's dusty pink nipples that are at peaks, smiling when Kurt moans and arches up into the graze of his fingertips over one. Leaning down, he wraps his lips around one of the nipples and flicks his tongue over the hardened nub.

"God, I love your body." He sucks on Kurt's nipple, hearing him softly moan and raise his hips, threading his fingers through his damp curls. It's enough of an answer for him.

Trailing kisses down his chest, grazing his lips over Kurt's ribs, enjoying when that has Kurt releasing a small moan, he kisses down to the soft skin of Kurt's belly. Nuzzling his nose along the crease of Kurt's thigh, he starts to place little nips and bites to the skin, trailing down Kurt's inner thigh as he tugs on his hair.

He thinks about taking Kurt into his mouth and trying that for this first time like he's imagined for a few years. But he knows he's not exactly ready to do that just yet. But, he does file that away for another time.

"Bl-Blaine, I...I want you to do something." Blaine can hear the nerves in Kurt's voice as he talks, making him curious as to what Kurt could possibly want him to do.

Lifting his head and looking down at Kurt, his flushed face and kiss-swollen lips a deep red the kind of sight that never ceases to turn him on now has him proud to know he caused that. Pushing his hair back, he quietly asks, "What do you want?"

Kurt closes his eyes and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, taking a deep breath. Releasing his lip a bit wetter, making Blaine want to capture his mouth in a kiss, but resisting, he waits for Kurt to speak. "I want your fingers inside," Kurt whispers, voice slightly trembling.

It takes Blaine a few seconds for him to realize what Kurt is asking for and he is immediately filled with surprise. "Do you want more or just-"

"No," Kurt cuts him off. "Just your fingers for now. Is that okay?"

The first thing that comes to mind for him is say it's more than okay. It's perfectly fucking fine. But then the image of Kurt writhing beneath him as he moves his fingers inside his body, has Blaine so hard and desperate and wanting to so badly bury himself inside Kurt.

Moving up the bed, and dropping his head to Kurt's shoulder, he releases a small groan. "I am more than happy to oblige you," he quietly tells him.

Leaning over, he grabs the bottle of lube and pops the cap; squeezing some onto his fingers, he warms it up some. Looking at Kurt, seeing his pupils blown wide with a lust and hunger unlike he's ever seen, the beautiful blue almost overtaken by black; Blaine strokes his thumb over Kurt's hip in a comforting way. "You ready?" he asks.

"Yeah...Yes," Kurt nervously replies.

Moving his hand between Kurt's legs, gently circling his entrance, Blaine hears as Kurt's breathing becomes a bit heavier with his movements. Pushing his finger into Kurt's body, into his heat that immediately astounds him, Blaine hears Kurt let out a gasp.

"You good?" he asks to make sure Kurt is fine.

"Yeah," Kurt responds as he nods his head. "You can move your hand."

Doing just that, Blaine begins to slowly work his finger in and out of Kurt. He smiles when he notices Kurt gently rolling his hips down on his finger.

After his finger starts to move a bit easier inside Kurt, Blaine pushes in with two. He watches Kurt tip his head back and let out a small moan.

"Oh, my god," Kurt sighs. "It feels so good."

Working the two fingers into Kurt at an easy pace, he lies there and watches as Kurt moans and arches into his fingers, pushing his hips down on them.

It's probably the most beautiful he's ever seen Kurt. The look as pleasure courses through his body makes him look beautiful. Kurt's eyes lust blown as they stare at him, his lips parted around a moan as he perfectly works his fingers into him, his chest heaving as he tries to breathe through everything he's doing to him. It's an image he burns into his mind so he can always remember how Kurt looked in this moment.

Pulling out and gently pushing in with three fingers, Blaine hears Kurt gasp and whimper. He knows it's all new to Kurt; having never done this before in any way, Blaine wants to be careful. Stilling his hands for second to let Kurt adjust, he groans at how tight Kurt is around his fingers, trying not to think about wanting to be inside Kurt. So, instead, he focuses on starting to move his fingers again.

It's as he moves his fingers in and out of Kurt that he realizes he's rutting against the bed. The sight alone of Kurt looking so wrecked and gorgeous as he brings him pleasure has him turned on. To know he's doing that makes him feel good.

Thrusting his fingers in and crooking them when he pulls out, he knows he's found Kurt's prostate when he sees him jerk his hips up and bite his lower lip hard from releasing a loud moan.

"Bl-Blaine...I-I-"

"I know," Blaine cuts him off.

"Do...do it again," Kurt pants, circling his hips down as if trying to make Blaine's fingers brush the spot on his own.

Leaning over and capturing Kurt's mouth in a kiss, he thrust his fingers inside and brushes Kurt's prostate like he wanted. Hearing him moan into his mouth has him smiling.

Pulling away, he looks down to see Kurt has wrapped a hand around himself. Blaine groans at the sight. As he watches Kurt stroke himself, something he's thought about wanting to see for a long time, he begins to rut harder against the mattress. Not a few moments later, he sees Kurt arch his back and tip his head back as he spills over his fist.

The feeling alone of having Kurt contracting around his fingers has him rutting against the bed hard one more time and coming. Dropping his forehead to Kurt's shoulder, he breathes and slowly stills the movement of his hand. Gently pulling his fingers out when he stops altogether, he wipes them on the sheet.

Lifting his head, he looks at Kurt and sees him with his arm thrown over his eyes breathing heavy and with a smile on his lips. "Did you enjoy it?" he asks as he grabs a few tissues and starts to clean Kurt's stomach.

"Yes!" Kurt enthusiastically replies as he nods his head. Moving his arm away, Blaine sees his eyes filled with a happiness he loves knowing he put there. "I could totally be up for that again."

Blaine lets out a small laugh, leaning over to give him a kiss.

"We gotta change the sheets," he says as sits up on the bed.

"Yeah, we do," Kurt agrees. "But somebody has to go get the new ones."

"Who?"

"I just had your fingers inside me. I think that merits me the chance to lie here a bit longer," Kurt points out.

"And you just fucked me," Blaine counter-replies. "My ass probably hurts as much as yours does; considering how hard you were going."

"Didn't hear you complaining." Kurt smiles up at him.

"True."

"Okay, fine," Kurt says as he sits up, Blaine seeing the smallest of winces on his face. "Let's do this the old fashioned way."

"Rock, Paper, Scissors?"

"Yes."

A few minutes later, Blaine grumbles as he puts on his robe as Kurt quietly laughs at him from the bed.

Walking out of the room, and being very quiet, he goes downstairs to where he knows there are fresh, clean sheets. Stepping back into Kurt's room a few moments later, he finds him stripping his bed of his dirty sheets. Now that act alone is boring in and of itself, but the fact that Kurt is still naked makes him grin as he watches him.

"You just gonna stare, or you gonna help me put on these new sheets?" Kurt teasingly asks as he walks to him and takes the sheets.

"I wouldn't mind staring," Blaine answers with a small laugh.

"Too bad, because you're helping."

As he helps Kurt put on the new sheets, he watches him as he stretches his naked body over the bed to tuck one corner of the sheet over the mattress and thinks about how he could never want anybody else. The thought makes him smile, but also terrifies him in that he doesn't know if that's how Kurt feels, too.

"Will you hold me until I fall asleep?" Kurt asks as he climbs into bed when they finish.

"Gladly." Blaine takes off his robe and climbs into bed with Kurt, letting him lay half on top of him when he moves close to his body.

Stroking his fingers up and down Kurt's back as he falls asleep, Blaine smiles when he nuzzles his nose closer into the crook of his neck. At feeling Kurt drifting off to sleep with a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, Blaine climbs out of bed and grabs his robe. Slipping it on, he leans over and gives Kurt a kiss. "I'm going back to my room now," he quietly informs him. "I'll see you at breakfast."

"Okay," Kurt groggily whispers.

Blaine laughs when he kisses him goodnight and Kurt tries to chase his mouth for more. "Goodnight, Kurt," he whispers when he finally manages to pull away.

"Night, Blaine," Kurt replies back.

Tying his robe, Blaine quietly walks out of Kurt's room and heads to his own room.

~

Kurt wakes up and sits up, wincing when his ass throbs with pain at the movement. It makes him remember what Blaine did the night before; it has him blushing redder than a tomato.

The sensation of Blaine's fingers inside him, stretching and thrusting was a sensation he loved immensely, and has him giggling at the memory at how great it was. Shifting some, and feeling the slight throb, he finds he doesn't mind it all that much. Climbing out of bed, he stretches his arms above his head and walks to the bathroom.

Going downstairs after taking a quick shower, Kurt finds Tilly cleaning the dishes from the breakfast he missed. "Hey, Till," he says as he grabs a leftover pancake on a plate. "Guess I overslept."

"It's almost two in the afternoon, Kurt." Tilly tsks as she shakes her head, but smiling at him. "Blaine wanted me to tell you he went with his parents out to eat lunch."

"Thanks." He gives her a quick kiss on the cheek and walks out of the kitchen. Walking to the library, he pulls a book from the shelf and reads to pass the time. When he puts the book back and walks out of the library, he checks the time and is surprised to see that a few hours have passed and that Blaine isn't back yet. Going to the kitchen, he sits there as he watches Tilly prepare dinner.

Hearing the front door close forty-five minutes later, Kurt gets up and finds Sarah heading upstairs with quite a few bags in the grip of each of her hands and Blaine walking to him with a smile. Looking to Blaine, he smiles at seeing him. "Where have you guys been? I thought it was just lunch," Kurt says as he stares at Blaine, chewing his lower lip.

"My mom wanted to go shopping after my dad left for a few hours. She seemed upset after he left, so I went with her as she experienced some retail therapy," Blaine explains to him.

Wrapping his fingers around Blaine's wrist, Kurt drags him to the kitchen for some unknown reason. Going to the pantry in the kitchen, he opens the door. Not knowing where Tilly recently went, Kurt shoves Blaine inside and attacks his mouth after closing the door, glad to be alone. "I can't stop thinking about last night," Kurt breathes as he kisses Blaine, sucking on his lower lip.

"Mmm," Blaine groans. "That was fun."

Kurt grins as he pushes Blaine back against the shelves, accidentally knocking a few cans to the floor.

"What's with us and the kitchen?" Blaine jokingly asks as he looks around and Kurt feels him undo his belt buckle. "Why'd you come in here?"

"I'm not really thinking straight right now, Blaine," Kurt responds with want dripping from his voice. "All I can think about is having your fingers inside me again."

Ignoring when Blaine harshly pushes him up against the wall after that, Kurt slides his hands under and up his shirt, running his fingers over Blaine's muscles. Sighing when Blaine shoves his hand down the back of his pants, Kurt bucks forward and releases a low moan when he squeezes his ass, sighing at how good it feels when his and Blaine's groins brush.

Stilling when someone knocks on the door, Kurt holds his breath as the door slowly opens. Nervously giggling and blushing in embarrassment, he feels Blaine hide his face in the side of his neck as Tilly looks them up and down. He sees her vision stop on his undone jeans and shake her head as she smiles.

"Hi, Tilly," Kurt says through his laughter.

"Can you hand me the can of tomatoes, please."

Reaching up and grabbing the can, Kurt hands it to her.

"Have a nice day, boys." She smiles at them and begins to close the door again, but stopping before it clicks shut. "Next time don't have sex where you can easily get caught."

Kurt snorts as Blaine says okay; being alone once Tilly closes the door all the way.

"I guess that's our cue to get out of here," Kurt whispers, reaching down and doing up his pants.

"I hate having to wait all day for the night just so I can be with you," Blaine grumbles as he buckles his belt.

"It is what it is." Kurt shrugs his shoulders and half smiles, accepting that they have to be fortunate enough to even have the nights they get.

He's right there with Blaine, wanting to be with Blaine whenever he wants and not have to wait all day.

Opening the door and stepping out, giving Blaine a quick kiss before he walks away, he goes up to Tilly. Leaning up against the counter where she's cooking, smiling like a fool, he waits for her to say something in regards to what just happened.

"Can't keep y'all's hands off each other, can y'all?" she teasingly says.

"I knew you were going to say something." Kurt shakes his head and laughs.

"Can you blame me? I just almost caught a free sex show in the pantry."

Kurt drops his head in his hands in embarrassment, shoulders shaking with his laughter. "I can't believe you just said that." He lifts his head to look at her, finding the corner of her mouth turning up into a small smile.

"And I can't believe you thought it smart to go at it in the kitchen." Tilly quietly chuckles at him.

Looking to the bench of the sun nook and remembering what happened there a few weeks before, quickly averting his gaze before his blush deepens and Tilly questions him on it. "Guess you're right," Kurt admits, shrugging his shoulders.

"Of course I'm right. Now, go sit," Tilly tells him. "Dinner is ready."

~

Sitting next to Blaine on the couch in the living room after dinner, trying to hide his smile as Blaine runs his hand up his inner thigh. "You better be glad we're alone right now," Kurt says around a small moan when Blaine moves his hand high enough to brush his knuckles along the bulge forming in his jeans.

"Wish we were fully alone," Blaine whispers as he palms Kurt over his jeans.

Kurt opens his legs further, lifting his hips up into Blaine's hand. He knows what Blaine means by his statement, because he feels the same.

But at this moment, he can only really focus on Blaine's hand as he continues to palm him over his jeans. It starts a heat in his lower belly and has him wanting Blaine to slip his hand down the front of his jeans and wrap his fingers around him. Thinking about that has flashes of what they did in the movie theater go through his mind and turn him on even more.

"Feel good?" Blaine whispers into his ear.

"Yes," Kurt sighs.

"Blaine! Come here!"

He jumps at hearing John calling for Blaine from his office a few rooms over. Looking over to Blaine, he sees the same fright in his eyes at thinking they had been caught.

"I'll be back in a few," Blaine tells him before standing and leaving the room.

~

Blaine walks into his father's grand office, shelves of law books lining one wall and a leather couch against the other. His father sits behind his large, oak desk in his leather chair, his mom standing behind the chair with one arm resting on top of the chair, a warm smile on her face.

"Yes?" he says as he sits in one of the chairs in front of the desk.

"Your mother and I have some news for you," his father says with a deep and commanding voice.

'It's a divorce. Isn't it?' Blaine thinks about how Kurt would say that if he was here; smiling at the thought. "What is it?" he says instead, trying to contain his laughter.

"Well," his mother says with her smooth and polite voice. "Your father and I will be leaving for a few days to New York for his job. I'm going to

"Is it just you two?" Blaine asks, really hoping they don't take him along. He doesn't want to be away from Kurt for those days.

"Yes." John nods his head. "You'll be staying because your mother has people stopping by."

"People?"

"Just the party planner stopping by to see what she will be working with," Sarah informs him.

It's then that Blaine remembers the party his mom has coming up in less two weeks.

"Alright." Blaine twiddles his thumbs, uncertain if that's all they wanted to tell him. "Is that all, then?" he finally asks.

"Yes," his father answers in an even and deep voice. "You can go now."

Standing up, Blaine leaves his father's office. Walking back to the living room with a bit of a bounce in his step, he grins when he sees Kurt.

"What'd he want?" Kurt asks as he sits down beside him.

"I'll tell you later tonight," Blaine replies.

~

Kurt sits in Blaine's lap contemplating if he should ask Blaine to do this. It's not that he's nervous; he's just scared about the idea of him saying no. But he holds onto the notion that Blaine has been complaining more about only having nights for each other. After he told him about John and Sarah leaving for a few days the idea instantly came to him.

"I was wondering if you could do something for me?" he quietly asks.

"Anything."

Kurt smiles at his reply. "I want to get away for a few days while your parents are gone. We can't be alone with Tilly still here and the party planner stopping by. I want to be alone with you somewhere. Do you want to do that with me?" He fills Blaine go impossibly still beneath him, hastily wondering if he thought wrong about Blaine wanting to go with him so they could have uninterrupted, loud, copious amounts of sex whenever they wanted for the few days away.

Scrambling to climb out of Blaine's lap, trying to think of a quick recovery to his request, hands holding tight to his hips still his movements. Looking up and staring into eyes he's always loved, he is surprised when he doesn't see the fear or doubt he thought he would.

Heart racing, he opens his mouth to say something, only to be stopped by Blaine pressing his fingers over his lips to stop him.

"I see you doubting and kicking yourself for asking." Blaine moves his fingers to cup the side of Kurt's face. "Don't. You know it's what I've been wanting; and now presented with the opportunity, I'm eagerly jumping at the chance provided for us. I'm actually surprised a I didn't think of it before."

"Really?" Kurt asks with a grin and a tone to his voice conveying his happiness.

Blaine moves to wrap his hand around the back of Kurt's neck and pull him down for a kiss. But stopping before their mouths crash together, he breathes against Kurt's lips, "Really."

Kurt then does crash their mouths together, winding his arms around Blaine's shoulders and holding him tight.

"And I know a place we can go to."

That's good. Blaine," Kurt whispers.

"Yeah?"

"I've been thinking about something else."

"Okay."

"When we leave and we're alone for those few days, there's something I want." Stopping for a second, calming his unsteady nerves and racing heart, he can't believe how scared he is to ask of this.

"Go on," Blaine says in anticipation.

He stares into his eyes and breathes, ready to say this out loud after a long time. So, with a sure and calm voice, he says, "I want you to fuck me."