Kurt walked across the coffee house, a swing in his hips and a cup of coffee in each hand. It was cold outside, an early fall frost, and Kurt was wearing a short pilot's jacket that just showed off his tight, shapely ass that was covered in the skin-hugging fabric of his teal blue jeans. He had spent an inordinate amount of time in front of the mirror this morning, checking out every aspect of his face and how he looked in the ensemble he had chosen for the day. He did his best to dress in a way that would put him in his best light for all to see.

"Hey, sweetheart," Kurt cooed as he walked over to a table in the back and set the cup down in front of Sebastian. Kurt batted his eyelashes in an exaggerated attempt to flirt, throwing his right hip out and placing his hand on the hip.

"Thank you, darling," Seb returned, planting a loud kiss on Kurt's cheek.

"Will you two stop it, " Blaine admonished, pulling Kurt into his lap and tilting him back to kiss his lips as his own hand went to that hip, caressing gently until Kurt sat back up and Seb laughed.

"Okay, sorry. But the look on the face of that grumpy woman just deserved a show, don't you think?" Kurt said, shifting to sit in his own chair. Blaine's eyes followed him.

"She left as soon as Seb kissed your cheek. Probably to poison our drinking water or something," Blaine said.

The three friends laughed a bit more, then settled into their usual chatting about school, families, and the coming holiday. Kurt held Blaine's hand as if by habit and Seb wondered if they did this with conscious thought or if it was a habit so well established that they just gravitated towards each other like magnets. It was a week until Thanksgiving and classes were over as of today. Tickets home to Ohio were expensive, so the three had opted to spend the holiday in New York. They would try to go home for Christmas.

"I think we should host Thanksgiving for all of our friends," Seb argued again. "I don't want to go home to Ohio this year, do you?"

"I do, but I don't think I can afford it," Kurt said. Blaine and Sebbie exchanged looks. Both of them had offered to buy Kurt a ticket to go see his dad, both had been turned down with the excuse that it was too much. Blaine had spoken to Seb later, and they agreed that is was probably that Kurt wanted to feel independent and not a burden to either of his roommates. Blaine rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything else.

"How about we ask a bunch of people who can't get home for the holidays? Like an Orphan Thanksgiving?" Seb introduced, hoping his idea would be a way to meet more people. He wanted a boyfriend, but hadn't met anyone special yet. He had that reputation of being a playboy, but in his heart he wanted what Blaine and Kurt had.

"Okay, you won me over, Seb. Who do you want to invite?" Kurt asked.

"Let's have Rachel and Mercedes, and Jeff and Nicky?" Blaine asked. A few of their friends had moved to New York to go to school. Mercedes and Rachel were sharing a loft in Bushwick and attending NYADA. Both Jeff and Nick were going to Stony Brook: Jeff for mathematics and Nick for mechanical engineering. Sebastian was also at Stony Brook, a double in music and French literature. He was still getting flack from Kurt and Blaine, given his hate of France, but he thought he could use it to teach.

"Invite anyone who can't get home, let's make this a bog night. Okay, okay. Now, who's going to cook this feast?" Seb asked and both men looked at Kurt.

"Hey, that's fine with me. I'll cook everything from the cranberry sauce to the pecan pies, but if I do that, it means you two have to do the wash-up at the end of the night," Kurt grinned.

"Ah...I could help cook?" Blaine offered, smiling a flirty smile at his boyfriend.

"No fair! I can cook, too!" Seb said. "Oh, hell, I'll just hire a maid to come clean up. Okay?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. Leave it to Seb to hire a maid on Thanksgiving.

"Look at the time! Everybody drink up, we need to get on our way. It feels like snow and I'm not dressed for that!" Kurt said. The three friends got up and made their way to the subway, getting off in downtown Manhattan.

~*~

"Hey, beautiful!" Blaine greeted Princess as they walked into the apartment. Kurt and Blaine had moved in with Sebastian when they got their acceptance letters from NYU. The apartment was convenient, fashionable, almost free, and Seb never told them to keep it down if they got loud in the bedroom. Kurt had worried at first when Seb suggested they share the place a year ago, but after Trent had drugged and molested Blaine, Seb had been there for both of them in every capacity a friend could be. In spite of his reputation, Kurt now knew him to be a warm, loyal friend and he wanted the best for Seb. He had been thinking about who to invite to Thanksgiving dinner that would deserve such a good man – and could see through the thick shell Sebastian built around himself.

"I'm thinking some pasta with fresh veggies, a bottle of wine, some garlic bread for dinner?" Blaine said, hungry after the long day of classes. "Maybe some chicken picatta?"He usually took Princess with him to class, but she had cut the pad of her foot on a piece of glass and the vet had told him to keep her home for two weeks. Princess had been moping for three days now. She had no way of understanding why she was quarantined to the house and it was fraying her delicate nerves.

"Hey, Blaine, why don't you and Kurt go and spend some time with your poor dog there, and I'll get dinner. I think she needs some quality time, don't you think?" Seb told his friend. He teased about the dog, but he loved her almost as much as Blaine and Kurt did.

"Really, you don't mind? Blaine asked, hopeful. He was worried about her. He looked over at Kurt for confirmation before accepting Seb's offer. "Okay, but I will make it up to you. I'll clean the bathrooms and take out the trash for the whole two weeks she's laid up," Blaine offered. Seb grinned.

"Deal," he winked at Blaine. Kurt glowered at him, but didn't say a word. Seb winked at him and Blaine bumped his shoulder. Kurt giggled as the three of them got up to start the trek back to the apartment.

~*~

Kurt and Blaine shared a bedroom in the east end of the huge apartment, Sebastian's room was in the far west corner. All of the rooms had thick walls and heavy doors, as did most apartment buildings built in the 1920's in Manhattan. This one had been in the Smythe family since it was built, each generation had adding modern amenities, so the kitchen was state-of-the-art in every detail.

Sebastian's Aunt Pauline liked Kurt and Blaine and given them carte blanche to do whatever they liked in terms of decorating their room and Kurt had taken taken that to heart in their shared bedroom. Blaine had certain things he would have loved to have in the room, but he didn't want to hurt Kurt's feelings. He was pleasantly surprised when Kurt declared the room done. He had covered Blaine's eyes tightly and walked down the long hallway behind him. He could hear Kurt's breath, excited but apprehensive, as they went into the large room.

"Ready?" Kurt asked and before Blaine could answer the hands were gone and he was blinking in the sudden light. His eyes swept over the walls of the room. It was painted a soft dove gray with a bit of a pinkish tinge to it. Blaine smiled. They had been reading "The Thornbirds" and he recognized this as the color of Meggie's gown called 'Ashes of Roses'. He loved it. The furniture was dark cherry with satin-finished antique brass hardware.

The centerpiece of the room was the fireplace, gray stone with a white marble mantle. Small tables with huge vases filled with roses on each side. The bed was a queen size, the counterpane soft gray with a wedding ring quilt on top. Blaine recognized it as the one Kurt's grandmother had made for Elizabeth and Burt for a wedding present.

He thought if this were only Kurt's room that it might have floral or pastoral scenes on the walls, but instead there were more modern geometric patterned paintings in shades that matched the room perfectly. He walked closer and saw in the corner the initials "KEH".

"Kurt, you painted these?" Blaine asked.

Kurt blushed.

"I couldn't find anything that fit, so I had to paint them myself. Mr Casagranda let me do them in art class after hours. We can replace them as we find more appropriate pieces to add to the room," Kurt looked away, but Blaine took his cheek in the palm of his hand and held him still, kissing him on his beautiful pink lips.

"No, Kurt. We're never changing them. I love them," Blaine smiled and Kurt put his arms around his boyfriend and returned his kiss.

Blaine let go and walked further into the room. There were matching cherry desks in the alcove. Above one was a baby dress framed as if it were a picture. It was very old, the lace around the bottom hem a pale blue tatted lace that matched the tiny bonnet. Blaine thought he'd seen it in a chest in the attic at the Hummel house one summer when they were looking for treasures.

Above his desk was a large framed portrait of Princess. She was about six months old in the picture and Blaine remembered the day it was taken. Princess and had just had a bath and brush. It was summer and she was standing in the sun in the field where they went to throw a ball for her. She had on a green plaid collar and small matching bows in her fur, just above her ears. Her complete attention was on something just past the camera's range and the intense look on her face was so beautiful. Blaine knew what she was looking at: him. He had been having a rough day and Kurt had talked him into taking her for a run. He was sitting, curled around himself, waiting for Kurt to decide to leave and return home.

It was the first day Princess had come to him and laid her head on his knee, looking at him with her soft brown eyes and reaching into his soul to heal him. Tears came briefly to his eyes before he turned his attention to the rest of the room.

The floor was hardwood, maybe maple, and there were a few braided scatter rugs. They also looked homemade. Beside their bed was a bed for Princess complete with pillow and a place for her water dish. Of course there were the closets and dressers. This room had three large windows, one a bay with deep window seat. The cover on the window seat cushions matched the drapes and the dog bed, sage green, gray, and dusty rose plaid.

"Oh, Kurt, I love it. I was expecting a room that would reflect your personality – which would be so nice – but you did this with my taste in mind, I know it. I love you," Blaine said, throwing his arms around his boyfriend. He let go, turning to look behind himself. There were two sets of shelves, one with trophies and ribbons from Glee Club competitions, Blaine standing in the spotlight at Nationals when he sang the lead solo, polo tournaments that featured Blaine holding the reins of his pony, Chukkar, Kurt sitting in the tree house his father built for him, cheerleading camp, Kurt's picture from the football game when he kicked the winning goal. All of these things were on the shelves along with mementos: the stuffed tiger Kurt won for him at the fair, a tooled wallet Blaine made for Kurt one summer in a craft class, small mementos from vacations and summer trips. In the center of the shelves was a space for a larger frame and in the frame was Blaine's favorite picture: two little boys, one with a mop of shiny curls, the other with his hair shaved close to his skull. They were holding hands tightly as they stood up after taking another final bow. They wore costumes for the community play. Blaine was Piglet and Kurt was Pooh.

~*~

After dinner, Sebastian announced that he was going out and might not be back until the next morning...or afternoon. He was grinning like the Cheshire cat.

"Got a hot date?" Blaine asked.

"You might say so," Seb's grin grew wider.

"Oh, it's that barista at Dardano's Espresso, isn't it?" Kurt smirked. Seb had been propositioning that poor man for months, could he have finally given in and said yes?

Seb blushed.

"Well, I gave up a month ago, then yesterday he served me...and left me his phone number on my coffee cup. I called and we're going out dancing tonight and then home to watch a movie. He said bring my overnight bag. He wrote it on my coffee cup in red pen. With a tiny heart," Seb was definitely blushing now.

"Be careful, Seb. Keep your phone on you and call us if you need anything," Blaine said, happy for their friend.

"So, why did he basically ignore you for months and now he wants a sleepover?" Kurt asked, suspicious.

"He just turned eighteen yesterday," Seb grinned. "And I'm giving him a birthday present."

Nobody asked him what the present was.

"Okay, we'll see you tomorrow. Be safe," Kurt smiled at him, giving him a hug before he left. Seb kissed both of his roommates on the cheek and was out the door, overnight bag in his hand.

~*~

"C'mere Princess," Blaine called, coaxing his dog into the bathroom to change the bandage on her paw. He was terribly squeemish about this, so Kurt had come along to do the honors. Blaine held her head close to his chest, rubbing the place she loved behind her ears while Kurt took the scissors and clipped the old bandage off. He put on new medication, added a gauze pad, and wrapped the whole thing in white gauze, ending with tape.

"There, girl, all better?" Blaine asked, looking a bit green.

"It looks good. I think she's going to be fine. She isn't even limping any more," Kurt observed.

They walked back to their bedroom, changing into more comfortable clothes. Climbing on the bed together, Blaine laid back and put out an arm, inviting Kurt to lay his head in his lap. They would lie like that often when they watched movies or read books. Kurt reached to the bedside table and handed Blaine his book, then opened his own and put on his reading glasses. Blaine's fingers went to Kurt's head, running through the thick chestnut locks. Kurt hummed in happiness, he loved it when Blaine did this.

Blaine didn't read a single word. His gaze went to Kurt. He was so sexy in the glasses. Why hadn't he noticed that before? It had only been a week ago that Blaine had been day dreaming about Kurt in those librarian glasses. It disturbed him a little, these dreams. He had experienced night dreams about Kurt when they were younger, before they came out to each other, but this was different. This happened during the day when he was in class or riding the subway or eating in the cafeteria. He would be sitting there, concentrating on the musical notes in front of him when suddenly he found himself imagining Kurt. Some days it was just Kurt's face, smiling at him, but some days it was Kurt in the reading glasses, naked and erect, calling to Blaine as he stroked himself. Blaine would shake his head and return to the classroom, sometimes having to hide his excited state with his book bag as he walked across campus to another class.

"Do you have much homework?" Blaine asked, trying to steer his mind to less erotic thoughts.

"Ah, we're on Thanksgiving break, Blaine. Where is your head today?" he asked. "As a matter of fact, you've seemed preoccupied for a while. Is something at school bothering you?" Kurt asked, looking at his friend over the thick black frames of his glasses. That look went straight to Blaine's pants and he shifted a bit to be sure Kurt couldn't feel him getting hard.

"No, no, nothing's new. Just the same classes. I have a small project due the week after we get back, but it's almost done, so no worries."

Kurt sat up a little, his weight now on his elbow as he looked Blaine full in the face.

"No, there's something wrong, I can tell. Blaine, we've known each other more than half of our lives, don't you think I know when something's troubling you?" Kurt said, just a shade on the exasperated side.

"I suppose. What if I don't want to talk about it?" Blaine asked, his eyebrows raising as he tried to throw Kurt off the subject.

"Well, then, I suppose that's your prerogative, isn't it?" Kurt snapped, his icy bitch gaze settling itself on his face. He huffed out a breath and got up, wandering around the room. He went over to the shelves and looked at the framed photographs there. He loved the one of the play, the two of them holding hands. Had they known then that they would end up together? Was it fate or chance that they met at a time they each desperately needed someone in their lives? Kurt had been sure for years that it was fate, which was kind of funny since he didn't believe in a god. He blinked his eyes and his gaze settled on the one taken the summer they turned sixteen and went on the road trip.

Everything had seemed so bright and promising that night – he and Blaine, who had probably been in love for years, discovered they were both gay. They had kissed and the stars were brighter in the sky. They touched each other and rockets exploded. They had seen a future together, an amazing life.

The truth was slow in coming. They cuddled and petted and kissed every chance they got, but there were solid walls built up around them and when Kurt eventually hit the wall that surrounded Blaine, it was devastating. Blaine had been hurt and damaged, so Kurt was patient and took down the wall, brick by brick. Then they were attacked at the school dance, and Trent raped Blaine. Now he and Blaine were still together, but each time they began to get intimate, Blaine froze and Kurt pulled back, afraid to damage him even more. They did make love, twice. It had not happened again, and Kurt missed it. Not like an habitual thing, but he wanted Blaine to be closer to him, he wanted to be closer to Blaine. He could tell it was what Blaine wanted, too, but they had not found a way to talk about it. Not yet. Kurt was still stepping lightly, Blaine was making excuses to himself, and the connection they had all of their lives was beginning to fray. When would this dance end?

Princess followed Kurt across the room, sitting by his side and wagging her tail.

"Need to go out, Princess? Kurt asked and she wagged her tail harder.

"I can take her out, Kurt," Blaine said, getting up to slip on some sweats and a hoodie.

"We can both take her," Kurt countered, getting dressed, too.

They took the little Irish setter out, walking slowly so she didn't damage her paw any worse, and strolled over to the park down the street. They took a short path so the dog wouldn't have to walk very far and their hands came together as they had since the boys were first friends.

"Beautiful night," Kurt mentioned, looking at Blaine. He could feel the tension in Blaine's body; he was practically trembling with anxiety.

"Yes, look at the stars," Blaine answered without looking up from where his gaze was pinned to the path.

"Ah, Blaine, we're under a canopy of trees, how do you know what the stars look like?"

"Just a guess....or maybe I saw them earlier," he answered, obviously preoccupied.

"Hey, Blaine, what is it?" Kurt asked again. Blaine steered Princess to a bench beside the path and sat down.

"Kurt, do you ever get tired of us?" Blaine asked, fear in his eyes.

"No. Never. Well, when you forget to put the cap back on the toothpaste, but..." Kurt tried for levity but failed miserably.

"I'm serious. Does the thought ever cross your mind that we should ...see other people? Experience new things? We have only ever been with each other and it might be a good idea to see what the rest of the world is like," Blaine said very softly, almost to himself.

"What? Blaine? Are you sorry you and I are..." Kurt stopped, trying to think of what they were to each other.

"See, you don't even know what we are together. Are we friends? Boyfriends? Lovers? Roommates? What?" Blaine asked.

"I didn't know we were labeling our relationship, Blaine. Perhaps we're just ships that pass in the night? Is that what you're saying? That all the years of love and friendship are nothing? Damn it, Blaine! It sounds like you are doubting me. Have I done something?" Kurt almost shouted. He felt like the world was shaking below his feet and was thankful he was sitting down.

"I don't know, which was why I was asking you, knucklehead," Blaine snapped back. He looked angry, but Kurt knew him better than that. He wasn't angry – at least not with Kurt. He was angry at himself. Kurt would put money on it.

"I'd like to think of us as boyfriends. Or soulmates. That is closer – Blaine, you know my heart, and I flatter myself to think I know yours. Well, as much as anyone can know another person's heart," Kurt said softly, cuddling close to Blaine on the bench. He could see Blaine was feeling insecure, and pretty anxious judging by the way Princess was pasting her head to Kurt's thigh. She could feel his apprehension and was attempting to soothe her master.

Blaine rubbed the dog behind her ears.

"You do, Kurt. I'm so sorry, I'm just not myself," he said, closing his eyes as he touched his lips to the warmth and softness of Kurt's mouth. Even this small encounter had the power to get Blaine to that stage where he was half hard, wanting to touch Kurt. Wishing he could take him to bed and make love to him. But Blaine was filled with fear. He closed his eyes for a moment and then thanked whomever had invented long coats. He wrapped himself in his coat and they started back to Seb's apartment.

Back in their room, they pulled off the layers of clothing and crawled back into bed; Kurt in his navy blue silk pajamas and Blaine in a T-shirt and boxer briefs. Blaine turned to Kurt and instead of scooting up to the headboard so they could watch another movie that Kurt had downloaded, Blaine shut off the light and turned to go to sleep. Kurt was surprised. Blaine always asked him if he was done and ready to go to sleep. This was...different. Kurt had been ready to watch a movie, cuddle, probably kiss for a while. They did kiss a lot.

A bit shocked at Blaine's actions, Kurt chalked it up to being tired after the problems they had run into. He actually was sleepy, so he turned away from Blaine and closed his eyes, ready to sleep. It was a few moments later when Kurt was drifting off that he felt a hand caressing his ass. What? Blaine never did that. Had Seb come home and was now creating an elaborate joke? No. Princess would bark if Seb came into their bedroom.

"Blaine?" Kurt questioned.

"MmmHmmm," Blaine hummed, kissing the nape of Kurt's neck. He brought an arm around Kurt's body, holding him close and kissing more. Kurt was surprised, but not about to argue. It felt good to have Blaine kissing him, rubbing and massaging his sensitive ass cheeks. Kurt briefly wondered if this was only true of himself, his strange craving to have Blaine just rub his tooshie. He smiled to himself for a moment. No, it was probably universal.

Blaine's massaging hands were working their way up his back, warmth sinking in to Kurt's skin as he went. Kurt practically purred at the sensation.

"Let's get rid of these pajamas, Kurt," Blaine said, pulling the hem of his boyfriend's silk pajama shirt up and over his head.

"I don't want even a thread of fabric between us," he whispered, kissing Kurt's neck and curling his tongue around and behind Kurt's ear, leaving delicious shivers in its wake.

Kurt hurried to take down his pajama pants, laying them neatly on the bedside table beside Blaine's, and slid back under the covers.

"Blaine...?" Kurt started to ask him what was going on, but Blaine stopped all discussion by kissing him. His mouth was warm and wet and Kurt opened his lips to drink him in, running his fingers through the silky curls he loved so much as he danced his tongue against Blaine's. He was still surprised and amazed – Blaine didn't act like this. He was shy in bed, always waiting for Kurt to make the first move and then hesitant about each touch or kiss. This was a side of Blaine that Kurt had missed for so long and he wasn't going to ruin it with a lot of talking. He moved so more of his body was under Blaine, their thighs touching.

The kisses held the promise of so much more and Kurt was under the spell, his heart galloping so fast that one beat was tripping over the next. He wanted more so much that his body was trembling and stole his breath as he pressed his tongue deeper into Blaine's mouth to taste the sweetness that was the essence of Blaine. It was intoxicating.

Blaine couldn't believe he'd had the balls to just start this with Kurt. It was born of so many years of wanting, yearning, wishing that he could have all of Kurt. He wished he could have everything without all the doubts and fears that came to eat him alive. Tonight he had given in to the yearning and when the roadblocks came in his head he had pushed them aside and blanked out all of those feelings, only letting his lust for Kurt come through.

Suddenly kissing wasn't enough and he had to touch Kurt, touch all of him. His thumbs ran down Kurt's throat, his blood on fire and surging south as Kurt's swallowed. Blaine let out a soft moan at the thought and closed his eyes to clear his head before continuing. He skimmed across Kurt's collarbone, so delicate in the midst of the strong muscles. The heat from Kurt's body was familiar, but tonight it was more – as if his quickly beating heart was warming him.

Blaine laid his cheek on Kurt's chest, listening to his heart. He loved to be this close to Kurt, he fell asleep most nights with his hand right here, the feel of the strong heart beating under his fingers was his safe place. He kissed the place and then moved on, pressing his tongue around the left nipple as Kurt squirmed in the bed trying to get closer.

Kurt was such a contrast to Blaine, and Blaine was enjoying every aspect of that: the slight smattering of almost-blond hair across his chest, the pale beauty of that long expanse of skin, the legs that went on forever. Even his eyes were the opposite of Blaine's, Kurt's contained the power of the sky and the ocean while Blaine's were warm like the fire that dwelt in his heart. Blaine pulled back and just looked at Kurt, his eyes caressing Kurt's body was as tender as his hands.

He dipped his head back down to where Kurt was laid taut on his back on the bedcovers, his fingers making fists in the fabric as Blaine kissed his chest. He drew circles around Kurt's right nipple with his tongue, then sucked gently. Kurt was having trouble holding still as his back arched to get closer to Blaine's warm skin. The soft sounds melted into quiet whimpers and sighs as Blaine kissed the inside of Kurt's left wrist. His warm breath was featherlight on Kurt's skin and he shivered once again, the yearning tingling down his spine.

Blaine stopped and sat up, looking once again at Kurt and smiling. Here was the boy he had been dreaming of all week, flushed with desire, open and waiting for him. He traced his name across Kurt's stomach and Kurt groaned.

Kurt arched his neck: his body's attempt to coax Blaine into sucking his nipples again. Blaine saw and understood, one hand circling and rubbing the left one while he sucked gently on the right until Kurt was moaning louder. Out of the corner of his eye, Blaine could see Kurt's cock, flushed red and extending thick and hard against his belly. Without even the thought of permission, Blaine took the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, tasting Kurt, memorizing it. His eyes fell closed once again while he gathered his strength and let himself go, not allowing the shadows of his past to interfere with the present here with his love. Instead he let his ears fill with the needy, hungry whimpers of his boyfriend. He felt a strength in himself he hadn't felt in ten years and with it he pushed himself to swallow as much as he could of his boyfriend's cock, the resulting noise bursting from Kurt's throat sounding more like an animal than it did like Kurt.

Kurt was panting with need, this was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. It wasn't that Blaine had never given him a blow job, they had both done that, but the tension in the room was pulling him tight as a violin string and he was vibrating to Blaine's touch. It felt dangerous, threatening, and damned arousing.

Blaine pulled back, not yet ready to end this. His lips and tongue were gently inviting, but no longer demanding as he caresses the cock in his mouth and hummed with pleasure as Kurt once more tried not to push his hips forward, chasing the deep pleasure of moments ago. Licking slowly, he pulled back and kissed Kurt's stomach, wanting him to calm down. Blaine moved between Kurt's legs, resting his elbows on either side as he took one leg and kissed his ankle then ran his tongue up the inside, stopping to kiss his thigh. Kurt squealed and Blaine kissed some more, rubbing the stubble of his beard on his face against the soft skin. Tendrils of excitement were snaking up his legs and he tried to look down at Blaine, but he had to close his eyes as Blaine's warm tongue slid over Kurt's balls, taking them one at a time into his mouth to fondle and stroke. Kurt was whining a high-pitched sound, his fists tightening as the beginnings of a climax went swirling down his spine and into his belly to heat and spread.

As Kurt lay there, too wired to even move, Blaine gently moved his legs to spread them and plant the soles of his feet on the mattress. He leaned back in, once more licking his way down the inner thighs and on to the bit of skin behind his balls, his hot breath tickling as he licked in large wet swaths across the skin. Kurt's throat made a new sound, almost like singing as the heat grew and his arousal threatened to take over his free will. Then Blaine licked across his very sensitive hole, forcing Kurt to jump and squirm to get closer. His eyes were screwed shut, hands twitching with the force of him tightening his fists. Blaine was almost as bad off, his head swirling as he drove his tongue deep into Kurt, his hands holding tightly to Kurt's hips, his fingers making small circles in the hot skin. With every whimper, every moan, Blaine licked slower, delved in deeper and his cock got harder and harder, and he knew he had to do something about it soon or die.

Blaine finally slowed down, afraid Kurt wouldn't be able to wait any longer, and reached to the pillow on the bed, searching under it to find the little tube. He discreetly put some in his hand, holding it there as he continued to touch Kurt, massaging his inner thigh. He could feel that Kurt was ready and he slid just one finger inside, the slickness making his motions fast and smooth.

It was time to slow down, in spite of the way his heart was pounding and his desire winding through his body, threatening to take over any moment. It was a powerful feeling: Kurt making those sounds that sometimes sounded like pleading, sometimes like pleasure. He reached another finger inside, then found the right place and rubbed. His other hand found the space behind his balls and he knew he held Kurt's prostate between his fingers and very, very gently he began to massage. Just a tiny bit of pressure, round circling strokes and he looked in time to see the spark reach Kurt's eyes as he opened his mouth and shouted Blaine's name.

"Blaine!" he shouted again, followed by a huge groan and he began to tremble. Blaine hoped he was ready because he could not wait another second. He pulled his hands back and froze for just a moment, wanting to ask even though he could tell Kurt wanted this as much as he did. His eyes locked with Kurt's and that would have been enough, but he heard Kurt speak in barely a whisper, his voice curling around Blaine's name as he said it like a prayer.

"Blaine, please, make love to me..." Kurt couldn't find his voice again, but it didn't matter. Blaine had heard him.

He spread Kurt's legs just a bit more, then lifted until Kurt understood to wrap his legs around Blaine. As gently as he could, Blaine pushed inside the velvety warmth of Kurt's body. Inch by careful inch he pressed, backing a little, then pushing again. Kurt's eyes never left his and it was as if Kurt was pulling him inside with a great strength and Blaine couldn't stop him if he wanted to. And he didn't want to stop. They had done this before, and it had been beautiful, but this time it was more. This time it was everything. The pull between them was like a physical law, like gravity. Unrelenting. Inevitable. Destiny calling them and they were hopeless to ignore it.

The gentle but insistent coaxing of Blaine's body calling to Kurt was like an intoxicating drug and Kurt let himself come completely under its spell. He had his eyes closed because it intensified all of his senses. He could smell Blaine's sweat and arousal and kept taking deep breaths to get more of it. The heat flowing off of Blaine's body was permeating Kurt's skin and spreading along his nerves and veins, filling him with the most wonderful warmth.

Blaine's love making was kind and sweet and gentle at first, but it gained momentum as Kurt sighed and moaned with the friction and sparks that were igniting the passion that ran under his skin, under his muscles, close to the bone. He found himself thrusting back, pushing to get more of Blaine inside of him, thrusting so Blaine would reach into his soul and not just his body. Kurt's most passionate, heart-felt wish was to be what Blaine needed. If he achieved nothing else in his whole life, he would count it a perfect life if he could just be what Blaine needed.

"Annngh" Blaine groaned, his climax closer and closer. "Kurt, come for me baby. Don't hold back, give it to me, please," he pleaded, the words tumbling out without thought or reason, but they hit something in Kurt and could not have stopped his orgasm for love or money. He came so hard and for so long he thought he was dreaming. This just wasn't possible...

"Blaine! Oh, Blaine!" he shouted, his spasming body squeezing Blaine so tightly in waves of pleasure, bringing him to his climax. Blaine opened his eyes, looking into Kurt's eyes as the tingling warmth rushed through his belly and heated to scalding as it rushed into Kurt, pumping and throbbing while Blaine locked eyes with Kurt, never blinking but letting the love sink into him as it would. Kurt was still, looking at Blaine's damp cheeks and the tears caught in his thick eyelashes as he leaned closer to kiss Kurt.

"I love you, Kurt. I love you so very, very much...." he whispered, then laid his head down in exhaustion on Kurt's strong chest. Kurt's arms went around Blaine and he held him close, snuggling his nose into Blaine's neck and breathing in the scent of his best friend, his lover, his everything.

~*~

The night of making love seemed to be the breakthrough that Kurt had prayed for. While he couldn't say he was positive that Blaine was completely well, there were so many indications that he had finally overcome the fear of intimacy that had plagued his life for the past years. Kurt wasn't naïve enough to think everything was better with one night of love. He understood that it would take many more nights to establish Blaine's belief in himself, to reestablish his self confidence, but this was a good start. For the first time in years, Blaine felt confident that he and Kurt would last, that they could spend their lives together and be everything to each other.