"Dinner?"

"Yes, I hope you like Chinese," Blaine said in answer to Kurt's question.

"Ah, yes, of course I do," Kurt answered. "We have a guest?"

"Just my brother," Blaine answered.

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"Cooper!" Blaine said, smiling at his brother.

"Blaine. I brought all your favorites: Sweet and Sour Shrimp, Moo Goo Gai Pan, Moo Shu Pork, Egg Rolls, Hot and Sour Soup, Beef with Broccoli, and Sesame Chicken. Now, tell me why on Earth I had to rush over since I just saw you this morning? You mentioned some legal trouble?" Cooper said, just as a man entered the room.

The man was tall with glossy chestnut hair, finely chiseled but handsome features, and big blue eyes – which were trained on Blaine. Honestly, they never left the curly haired man for a moment as he came in and stood in front of him. Blaine gestured for him to sit next to him.

This man, who was thin but had well-muscled arms showing from the short sleeves of his T-shirt, just sort of melted into Cooper's brother as if he had belonged there for years.

Coop just watched in fascination as Blaine blushed just a tinge, something nobody else would notice unless they had known Blaine for years. He continued to watch as his brother leaned toward this man, who was not just handsome but actually beautiful – like a Japanese painting or a fine sculpture. If the man hadn't blinked his eyes, Cooper might have thought he wasn't real. Blaine reached his arm around the man, gathering him in to his side and cuddling him as if he did this by habit, not design.

Blaine observed his brother's shock and gave him a smile.

"This is Kurt Hummel. I am his dom," was all Blaine got out before Coop was on his feet, "What? Your divorce was final six HOURS ago...and you? You? What the fuck is going on here, Blaine?" Coop shouted, staring at his little brother as the man he was sitting beside curled closer into him, but looked defiantly at Coop. His blue eyes turned a bit darker and snapped in anger.

"Hey, calm down a little, Coop. I can explain. It all makes perfect sense. Now, please sit back down and we can eat our dinner and discuss this," Blaine said, verbally standing up to his brother.

"Kurt, this is my brother and also my attorney, Cooper Jay Anderson. Coop, this is my sub, Kurt Hummel. Let's eat and I will tell Coop how we came to be here in this room together."

After the lengthy explanation, Coop was polite and shook Kurt's hand but both Kurt and Blaine could tell that Cooper wasn't buying this new development in Blaine's life. Blaine tried to play it off as if he didn't care, but he wasn't fooling anyone. Kurt, for his part, was wary of the new person in the room and, brother or not, didn't trust him. Cooper was super polite and cold, and Kurt burrowed into Blaine – sometimes going as far as to bury his face in his new dom's shoulder when Coop was particularly obnoxious. To say the evening was tense was an understatement. Finally the dinner was eaten, Blaine and Cooper were sipping their after-dinner sherry while Kurt laid his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"Kurt, are you tired?" Blaine asked in a quiet voice.

"Yes, Blaine," he said, his dom barely able to discern the words.

"Okay," Blaine said and laid a warm hand on Kurt's thigh. He got up, excused himself from Coop for a few minutes and motioned for Kurt to follow. He walked towards his bedroom, holding Kurt's hand. At the doorway, Kurt stopped and turned around.

"It was nice to meet you, Cooper. Thank you for a wonderful meal and the pleasure of your company," Kurt said in a firm voice before turning back to Blaine and walking swiftly down the hall to catch up.

"Kurt, that was so nice of you to say that to my brother, especially since he wasn't very nice to you," Blaine said, quite surprised at Kurt's gentlemanly manners once again.

"Blaine, he's your brother. How else would I treat him?" Kurt asked, tilting his head in an inquisitive manner.

"Just that way. I am so proud of you, Kurt. I don't mean that in a condescending manner, just that one doesn't encounter people with true manners very often any more. Especially in New York. I appreciate it that you at least kept a civil tongue in your head while Cooper was acting like a spoiled brat," Blaine pulled Kurt very close and kissed him on the mouth. Kurt kissed back, letting just a tiny little moan seep out. That was enough for Blaine's body to let him know he'd better make it fast with Cooper because Kurt would be here waiting.

Blaine tucked Kurt back into his bed with a promise to return in a little while, as soon as he finished discussing the legalities of Kurt's and Blaine's month contract. Blaine was happy to keep the agreement verbal, but it was insurance for Kurt that everything was put into a legal document in case something happened to Blaine during the tenure of the contract.

Before returning to his brother, Blaine sat on the edge of the bed. He was very sure of what he wanted to have happen and was willing to go to extreme measures for it. He looked at Kurt for a moment. Yes, it was a little crazy to think that a chance encounter would result in this feeling - this need to have Kurt for himself. Blaine could tell himself it was just the chemistry of a sub in weakness, in need of a strong dom, but he knew down to his bones it was more than that. Much more. He hardly knew Kurt at all but he knew he was already in love with him.

Blaine placed the palm of his hand against Kurt's cheek, stroking very gently down the side of his face. He ran his thumb over the soft skin of his cheek where he could see a few freckles and cupped his chin for a moment as he looked into those deep blue eyes with splashes of golden light. They were so expressive, that soulful gaze from under his long eyelashes that Blaine could feel all the way inside himself. Kurt smiled up at him, so accepting and yet not a cowering submissive look, not at all. It was a look of strength, of expectation and trust that pulled Blaine in like a magic spell. He blinked his eyes, realizing he had to get back to the dining room – Cooper was waiting for him.

"You'll be okay here for a short while, Kurt. Try and rest. There is a carafe of cold water and a glass here on the bedside table and you can ring the bell if you need anything, okay?" Blaine asked.

"Thank you, Blaine. Is it okay if I take off these sweats? They're kind of hot," Kurt asked.

"Of course. Here, wait a minute..." Blaine stepped over to a dresser and found a pair of summer-weight silk pajamas and set them on the end of the bed. "There, you may use these. I will be back as soon as I can. Here's your phone if you'd like to call Ellie and check on Holly. The number's on the pad," Blaine said. He realized he was delaying having to go back to Cooper, so he took a breath and turned to go.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked and Blaine turned back. Up on his knees in the bed, Kurt held out his arms in an attempt to get one more comforting touch before his dom left the room. Blaine stepped back, hugging Kurt to him one last time. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine, melting into him as if this were the last hug he would ever have. It was warm and soft and absolutely sensual. Kurt gave Blaine one last kiss and Blaine patted him on his backside very softly before regretfully leaving him.

Back in the living room:

"Okay, Blaine. I do understand the dire circumstances of your month contract, and I'm fine with drawing up a simple form for the month. However, Blaine, I don't think that look you were giving Kurt was a short term look. Want to tell Big Brother what's really going on here?"

"Well....no. I don't know if you'll even understand me, Coop. It doesn't make any sense at all. As soon as I set eyes on Kurt, it was just different. I mean, you hear all the time about love at first sight. I would be the first to say that's crazy, but that is exactly how I felt about Kurt. As if he was put here on this Earth for me. I want to talk to him and touch him and be with him all the time. When Wes told me they might have to take his baby away from him because of his sub weakness....I felt like ripping them all apart before I'd let that happen. Do you see what I mean?"

"Hold up, mother bear. First: no, I would not let that happen. I can set something down to give you custody of the children as long as you stay in New York. I don't have jurisdiction anywhere else, well, except for Ohio. So, if his son is staying with the grandfather, I can't help with that," Cooper said.

"Ah...I meant to tell you. Kurt is from Ohio. Lima to be exact," Blaine grinned and Coop thought about it and grinned back.

"That's only a skip and a jump from Westerville! He was our neighbor all along...and it took you to get to New York to find him? Must be fate," Coop said, laughing.

"Very funny. But you still have a license to practice law in Ohio?" Blaine asked his brother.

"Of course I do. I just renewed it a couple of months ago. You never know when you'll need such a thing, right? Plus Dad keeps his office there just in case he gets a hankering to go practice small town politics again."

Blaine smiled.

"So, can you write it up for Kurt and I to sign in the morning?" Blaine asked.

"Of course. I'll drop it by on my way to the office tomorrow. Now, what else did you need?" Cooper asked, knowing that Blaine wasn't done by the look on his face. He was still apprehensive about this man, Blaine hardly knew Kurt and all Cooper could think was that his little brother had thrown caution to the wind and jumped with his eyes closed. And that was what was strange, too. Blaine was a planner, a meticulous man that knew what his next move would be ten moves ahead. This was so completely out of character for him, it bordered on scary.

Cooper knew arguing with Blaine would gain him no ground at all, he had always thought that Blaine should have been the one to pursue law as a career. So he didn't waste his time, but instead vowed to watch Kurt like a hawk. Coop sighed and turned back to Blaine.

"I need to go shopping before tomorrow, at an all-night department store. Wanna come with?"

"Sure. For what exactly?" Blaine asked.

"I'll tell you when we get to the store," Blaine said. He summoned Mrs. Rose to look after a sleeping Kurt and left with his brother. Two hours later they returned and an hour after that an entire nursery was set up in a spare bedroom, complete with a crib, dressers, changing table, and everything a baby could use for its first year. By this time Blaine was exhausted and still had to stick to the schedule the doctor had prescribed if he wanted to strengthen Kurt back up to the robust health Wes suggested. Weakened subs were susceptible to so many more illnesses when their immune systems were down.

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It was after eleven that night when Blaine was satisfied that everything was ready for Holly. He wanted Kurt to be comfortable and he wanted Holly to be comfortable, too. If he was telling the whole truth, Blaine would admit that he was exhausted. Beyond exhausted.

"No rest for the weary," he quoted to himself as he hurried down the hallway to his own bedroom. He carried the 'parent' half of a nursery monitor system with him. Slowing down his pace as he reached his doorway, he stopped and looked into the bedroom. The fire in the fireplace was low but still burning. The white raw silk bedspread was folded neatly and set on a table across the room from the bed, leaving the celery green fluffy wool blend blanket covering the forest green Egyptian cotton sheets. Blaine came in and set the baby monitor on the dresser close to the bed, plugging it into the wall. He didn't know all the things a baby would need, but after several phone calls to Ellie, he was fairly confident he'd done a good job of it.

Kurt was curled up asleep on the very edge of the bed. His long lashes spread across the luminous cheeks and his face had a calm and serene quality to it that made Blaine's heart thump a bit harder. He was beautiful. Blaine went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and got ready for bed. He pulled on a pair of pale gold silk pajama pants and went back into the bedroom. After turning off the lights, Blaine sat in the old wooden rocking chair that had belonged to his great grandmother and perhaps a few generations before that. Many babies had been rocked to sleep in the arms of their mothers or fathers over the years in that hand-hewn rocking chair. He needed to regroup and relax before getting into bed with Kurt. He needed to be calm and not bring nerves and chaos into the bed with him.

He closed his eyes and pictured a few boys he had been attracted to when he was a teenager. Roger was nice, a compact boy with a million freckles and a thatch of thick copper-penny red hair. He played sports with a wild abandon, perhaps not very skillfully but with enthusiasm. Roger was in love with another boy, however, and Blaine had never stood a chance with him. Jon was a nice boy, a little on the plump side with big dark blue eyes and dark pink lips that were thin but always posed in a kind of hidden smile that made you wonder just what he'd been up to. Jon moved away before Blaine could really make friends with him. There were a few boys he dated, but nobody special, so when his father matched him up with Arthur, he was still very much a virgin.

Arthur was good looking in a classic sense. He had dark blond hair cut very short with greenish gray eyes and thin pink lips. Arthur had a mustache that he kept trimmed but shaved his chin. He was tall and lanky, as if he was still in the midst of a growth spurt even though he was now twenty-five. Blaine remembered his wedding night, and although he was actually looking forward to it, the much anticipated act of sealing the marriage had about as much romance as shaking someone's damp hand. Over the years, he had some nice times with Arthur, but it was never anything that made his blood sing like it did with Kurt. Blaine had come to believe that all sex was like it was with Arthur – a sort of obligation to relieve tension rather than showing your deepest feelings with someone you adored and worshiped. Blaine thought he was relegated to this for the rest of his life until Cooper had finally sat him down and explained that there was no reason for him to keep up the charade of a marriage and he should end it while he still had some pride.

Blaine had gone so far as to insist that Arthur hire a dom lawyer so he wouldn't be taken advantage of...even inadvertently by him. He always tried to do his best for other people because he thought doms sometimes used their positions in life to get ahead in unfair ways. He was determined not to do that. Blaine was pretty sure he could stay friends with Arthur. Not much more than that, they had so little in common in spite of six years of marriage. Blaine had hoped they might go out to lunch once in a while, just to keep in contact, but if not he was okay with that, too. Blaine wasn't the kind of person to be ambivalent about anything, so it was unusual he would feel that way about something in which he had invested six years of his life.

Then came the day he was catching a ride home with his brother's driver in the company limo and fate stepped in. He tried to think of when the exact moment was that he realized he was in love with Kurt Hummel. Was it when he saw the desperation in his face, or the relief when he saw Holly in her daddy's arms? Blaine wasn't sure, and wasn't even sure it mattered because with each breath it was turning into an obsession. He wanted Kurt – not in terms of owning him, but because he wanted to be important to him. Blaine's mind was swirling by now – the tiredness, the confusion, the anticipation, and the strong pull of the the sub/dom chemistry...he needed to rest.

He got up and padded over to the bed, across the thick cream colored carpet, climbing up on the mattress between the luxurious pima cotton sheets. He scooted over toward the middle of the bed and put out his fingertips to touch Kurt. It was just the barest skin on skin as Blaine's finger made contact with his sub's inner wrist and Kurt let out a startled breath in his sleep. His face contorted as if in surprise before settling into a blissful smile. Blaine was encouraged by that, feeling a spark within himself, and placed the back of his hand gently across the tender skin inside Kurt's forearm. This time Kurt made a whine and when Blaine pulled his hand away, a frown crossed Kurt's face.

Now intrigued, Blaine got closer but didn't touch Kurt. He leaned over and set his lips softly on Kurt's cherry pink mouth, the lower lip looking as if he had been worrying it between his teeth. Blaine just brushed the full, soft lips and pulled back to see his affect and Kurt followed him like a baby calf whose mama pulled the teat from it's mouth. Kurt's eyebrows wrinkled and he looked confused, even in sleep.

Apparently he'd crossed some sort of line because Kurt shifted his weight and unconsciously moved into Blaine's embrace, restless for a moment as if looking for something, then resting his head on Blaine's shoulder and sighing as his face returned to its former blissful state. Blaine was mesmerized by this...maybe he wasn't alone in his love for a man who was a perfect stranger less than a day ago.

Lying back with his head on the pillow, Blaine tried to relax. His back was all knots and strains from assembling the crib, his legs were tired from walking so much today, and his mind would not stop racing. He looked over to see the bicep on his right arm twitching with muscle spasms. Maybe he needed to go sit in the jacuzzi for a while with steaming hot water? No, by the time he got that all ready, he'd be so stiff it wouldn't help. Restless once again, he tried to focus his mind on what he could do for Kurt to bolster his sub strength. Just as his mind was picturing his fingers caressing Kurt's thighs, he happened to glance over at Kurt.

One sparkling blue eye looked back at him, then closed for a brief second before flashing open to stare.

"Hello, sweetheart. How are you feeling? Rested?" Blaine asked with a subtle smile on his face.

Kurt smiled back.

"I'm fine, thank you, Blaine. How are you?" Kurt asked.

"Oh, I'm okay. A bit tired, but really happy," Blaine said, winking at Kurt and receiving a startled look in return.

"How late is it? Ellie told me I could call back at one to see if Holly took her bottle okay," Kurt's sweet face clouded with worry.

"It's only eleven, but I can make sure you get to call her. I'll set an alarm to remind us," Blaine told him and picked up his cell to do it.

Setting the cell back down, he took the carafe of water and poured a glass then handed it to Kurt who in turn drank most of it.

"Thanks, Blaine. I was so thirsty, that tasted great," Kurt said, his tongue moving out of his mouth and licked the few drops that still clung to his lips. With that simple, innocent little movement Blaine felt himself getting hard.

"Do you feel rested? It's only eleven, so it's not like a full eight hours, but you're okay?" Blaine asked.

"Oh, actually, I'm feeling better than I have in a long time. Not over-the-top buzzing like it tended to be after an intense session with Noah," Kurt said, then regretted saying anything. He had been so rude to say that, he hung his head in shame.

"Kurt? Is that the straight friend that dommed you in Ohio? His name is Noah?" Blaine asked.

"Yes, sir," Kurt resorted to formal politeness in his confusion. It was better than babbling even if his dom had asked him not to call him that. So, another strike. Kurt shivered in embarrassment and turned his head away.

"Kurt. Look at me," Blaine said in a firm but not angry voice and Kurt's head jerked up so his eyes could lock on Blaine's. "Kurt, I am not upset if you mention either Noah or Santana. I know they were a part of your life before you and I met. Actually I am grateful that you were able to find two such wonderful people to help you along the path. They obviously loved you, so how can I fault them...or you? I can wish that I had met you first, but that would never get me anywhere, would it? No, and because that is so, I also cannot wish that you had never met anyone - - and how selfish can that possibly be? So, if you occasionally mention the people in your life that have loved and cared for you, Kurt, I can only share in your celebration of them. Okay?" Blaine said, holding Kurt's hands to stop him from fidgeting.

Blaine laid back once again in the bed, this time pulling Kurt closer to himself. He might have scooter closer, it was hard to tell, but he ended up flush against the warm skin and silk pajamas. The silky feel of the pajamas as they slid over Kurt's naked skin was arousing him in such a different way than he had experienced before, and he moved so the friction would go across his erection, then closed his eyes and let a tiny whine escape.

Goaded on by the small noise, Blaine began kissing Kurt: starting on his head, down his temples, and concentrating on his lips. Kurt began his whimpering because he was craving more, but could not articulate his need to Blaine. He didn't really need to in this case....Blaine could not get it out of his mind that he needed to be everything Kurt needed from now on. He didn't want Kurt to ever need another dom, he wanted Kurt to be in love with him - - and he also knew to his very soul how unfair it was to actually expect it of him.

Mildly frustrated that he could not just plug Kurt's finger into his mouth or something equally silly and absorb all there was to know about Kurt in a few minutes. Alas there was no such thing invented yet, so he was out of luck. He finally came to the conclusion that he was wasting time, and was determined to impart some dom strength into Kurt's needy sub body.

"Kurt, lie on your back for me and spread your beautiful legs, okay?" Blaine asked. Kurt shivered, the command was given in a soft voice, not a harsh demand, but he moved immediately to obey with no hesitation. If Blaine's warm hand smoothing down his leg to rest on his groin was sexy, having it followed by Blaine's lips through the silk was erotic. Kurt felt a little overwhelmed and his legs started to close but a sharp look from Blaine sprung them apart before Kurt had time to think about it. It was as though his body was on some sort of wavelength with Blaine that his conscious mind didn't share. After removing the pajamas, Blaine ran his hands up and down Kurt's long legs for a while, kissing at his ankles and the dimples by his knees, finally the kisses made their way to the tops of Kurt's thighs, going over the crinkly skin of his testicles and Blaine's lips gently gathered one ball as he sucked it gently into his mouth to caress with his tongue and return it to do the same with the left one. Kurt was panting by now, the new sensations a jumble in his head.

Not stopping or letting Kurt adjust to anything, Blaine's hands stroked his hips, moving down the bones and feeling the taut muscles under the skin. Kurt had flawless skin, which had a sexy flush right now as Blaine kissed over the surface, sometimes licking a ticklish place or nipping an inviting one. For his part, Kurt had started to run his hands over Blaine's shoulders, but a word from his dom and he let his hands fall motionless to his sides.

When Blaine had determined that Kurt was relaxed, he moved his sub's feet closer to his body. This position with bended knees made Kurt's most intimate places accessible to Blaine, but it really did not make him feel vulnerable. It was funny, Kurt had expected to feel afraid or threatened but that was not what was happening. He felt a strange compulsion to do what ever Blaine asked of him, wishing he would even ask more, or make it more difficult. He had never experienced this with either Santana or Puck. Did it have something to do with the Sub Weakness? He wasn't sure.

"Kurt, I'm going to use the lubricant to open you for me," Blaine said in a soft voice, stroking along his inner thigh before taking a fair amount on his fingers and rubbing softly over the dark rosy entrance hidden between Kurt's cheeks. Blaine pulled the cheeks farther apart to make sure he was doing it correctly, or maybe just because he wanted to watch. He used just one fingertip to circle the puckered skin and begin to breech the tight sphincter muscle. Slowly he pressed in, his finger sliding maybe a bit too fast – but it was challenging to do things slowly when the silicon lubricant made it so slippery. Blaine had slicked up fingers on both hands and used the index finger from his other hand when the time came to add another. He found this made it easier to loosen the muscle actually, giving more control than the scissoring motion used by most people, and it tended to give a different feel to the whole thing. Kurt was appreciating it very much if the sounds were any indication.

"Is that okay for you, Kurt? There isn't any burning or pain is there?" he asked and Kurt's wild eyes turned and looked at him for a minute. He was startled, thinking Kurt's lack of comment was an inability to speak because of the pain. He looked closer and realized it must be more like a startled amazement.

"Kurt? Is it okay?" Blaine asked again, worry lines crossing his forehead.

"Oh...yes, Blaine. Sorry, it is just..new...it just feels so good for just stretching me, I kind of expected....pain?" Kurt stuttered out, not wanting to talk about it but just experience it. He was so terribly shy about discussing things like his enjoyment or fulfillment. That wasn't in his experience, and it felt foreign and strange.

Blaine frowned a bit...Kurt had expected Blaine to hurt him? Blaine made a mental note to talk this over with Kurt later, but for now to pay close attention in case he triggered something unpleasant for him. Adding a panic attack on top of sub weakness might end Kurt up in the hospital with synthetic dom shots, and nobody wanted that.

Blaine continued his prepping Kurt, placing sweet kisses on his body, stopping to nibble at a nipple and watch it pull into a tight bud and then lick over it until Kurt moaned.

"Is it feeling good, baby?" Blaine crooned, and Kurt moaned back, leaning up to kiss Blaine. When he judged Kurt was properly ready, both in terms of his physical state and his mental, he moved his knees up between Kurt's legs he leaned over Kurt's torso and began rubbing his cock next to Kurt's. The friction was delicious and Kurt showed every sign of enjoying it...from his closed eyes to his arched back, from his panting breath down to his toes which were clenching bits of the sheets like tiny fists.

"I'm going to enter you now, Kurt," Blaine whispered and his cock suddenly got much harder. He guided it to Kurt's entrance and slid in just the head, watching intently for any sign of pain. There was none, only a slightly nervous anxiety and a lust in the deep blue eyes. Blaine didn't want to wait any longer, it felt like he'd waited a lifetime to be inside Kurt, even if it had been less than a day.

Blaine pushed in another inch, then another. Kurt lay as still as he could, which wasn't even that still considering he was new at this, had never had an experienced gay man make love to him, and all the feelings that were stirring in his belly made him feel dizzy and a little weak. But in spite of it all, he was having serious problems finding the right way to do things. He worried he was just a joke. He wanted to pull his knees in tighter, to arch his back a bit more to get a better angle, but he didn't know if that was allowed.

Blaine was trying so hard not to scream. Kurt was perfect, and each movement within his body made Blaine hotter and more turned on. It was tight and warm and Kurt's noises and just looking at his face as he showed his enjoyment was so intoxicating, Blaine could hardly breathe. His only worry was if he could make Kurt feel this good. He wanted to be fantastic, amazing for Kurt, he wanted Kurt to crave him and want to stay with him. The foggy haze that fell over Blaine's brain because he was in love with Kurt only got harder to navigate as Kurt's moans and sighs got louder.

Kurt was losing his inhibitions, letting himself enjoy it more and more. He moved by tiny increments to guide Blaine's thrusting so it rubbed over that sensitive place he had only discovered when Puck had accidentally pressed against it.

"There...oh, Blaine...right there..." Kurt whimpered, blown away by the feeling that went on and on, a feeling he had only had once for a few moments, but got to indulge in now. Blaine was magic.

Blaine increased his thrusts, watching closely for Kurt to show any kind of pain, but he could only see Kurt getting closer and closer, starting to lose his rhythm and now babbling words instead of saying them. Kurt tensed for a second, then his eyes flashed open and he looked into Blaine's eyes, worry written all over his face.

"Kurt, what's wrong?" Blaine asked in a whisper, slowing down his stroke to find out.

"Ah...I...I'm about to come, but you didn't give me permission..." he managed to say before screwing his eye tightly shut in his efforts to control himself.

"You don't need permission, come when you want to, baby. Come with me now..." Blaine said, this last exchange of words sending him to the very edge. Kurt closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them wide – locking onto Blaine's sincere hazel ones and Blaine could see the orgasm seize Kurt and set him to trembling as he came. Blaine was thrusting harder and faster. Tonight he didn't want the slow building of his orgasm that would heat him up and consume him in gentle waves until it took his whole body and end in shuddering ecstasy...no, tonight Blaine wanted fireworks. He wanted it to build so fast he hardly noticed it before he exploded and that is exactly what happened. Like the Fourth of July. Skyrockets exploding across the heavens.

It was a moment before Blaine could stop his hips from pounding, stop his eyes from closing, stop his heart from beating out of his chest. He lowered himself to the mattress beside Kurt and let out the breath he'd been holding. Eyes closed and muscles still tense as he clenched them to keep them from spasming, Blaine lay face down on the bed. After a few minutes, he felt a soft, warm hand caress his cheek.

"Are you alright, Blaine?" Kurt's voice found him through the fog. He could feel Kurt massaging the muscles of his back, then rest on the backs of his thighs to keep those muscles from trembling. Blaine let out a deep breath.

"Yes, Kurt, more okay than I've been in a long time. How about you?" he asked kindly.

"Oh...I'm so much better than okay, Blaine. You were so good to me...." Kurt whispered, then kissed the back of Blane's sweaty neck. He rubbed the muscles in his back for a few minutes and finally the spasming muscles in the back of his legs. Blaine moaned his pleasure for a short while, then sat up.

"Let's change the linen...I should have made preparations, sorry. I was thinking about just going to sleep after such a rough day, then you were there next to me, warm and beautiful and...well, I could not resist.

They changed the linen, took a quick shower, and were back in bed inside of twenty minutes. Blaine held out his arms and Kurt nestled his body close to his dom, sharing all the strength he's garnered in the past few minutes. There was no doubt the two were good for each other.