I met Kurt the following Thursday and despite my time being filled with hospice visits and singing and playing the piano at the Stafford hotel, I was almost desperate to see him that morning.

We continued to meet at the station, the place we had first met and subsequently parted and said goodbye. It seemed safe and contained and although we couldn't act the way we freely wanted to, the place had such an air of rush and chaos no one seemed to mind us or care what we said. We were anonymous and irrelevant there, which is just what we craved.

He looked happy to see me and instantly smiled when his eyes alighted on my open face. We decided to walk the short distance through the park and to my flat, deciding to wander and see how the day unfolded, no real plans made, just happy in each other's company. He seemed lighter as he walked and I asked how his week had been.

"Blaine you must stop caring about me at the expense of yourself," he said, laughing as he chastised me. "I want to know how your week has been. What have you done this week?"

"I have done many things," I said brightly, excited to relay my news to someone special now, someone who cared and wanted to know more about me. We agreed to sit in a café we could see near the park and we ordered from the waitress that came to take our order.

"So what have you done?" he smiled.

"I have sung and played at the Stafford again, several times actually. So many in fact that I am now considered a regular and the bar staff know my drink orders. I have chatted to a few people that frequent the place and I have tried both daytime and evening and it is fantastic really."

There is a pause before I continue, realising Kurt needs my honesty and I should have asked before but I go on regardless and hope.

"I was going to mention it before but your question makes it come up earlier than I intended and before I say what I have been doing, I apologise because I should have asked your opinion and I will definitely stop going if you want me to." Kurt was clearly intrigued, merely raised an eyebrow and let me continue. "I have been volunteering at the hospice where Edith resided in her last days, I have been helping there."

Kurt looked taken aback, his eyes wide and as I could see his mind processing this new information he then nodded, as if agreeing in his head.

"That is very noble of you," he said.

"Oh Kurt, I don't need your praise, I do it for good that is all. I want you to know that I only started after Edith had passed and I knew you would not be there again. I would never encroach on your time with your family or turn up where I wasn't wanted."

"Blaine," he said, gently resting his hand on mine, "I understand, thank you for apologising but it's not necessary. I think it's great what you're doing and you don't need my permission. Have you seen many cases like Edith?"

"Unfortunately, you see the hospice is primarily for terminal cases, generally where their loved ones cannot support or look after them anymore. They often have cases of pneumonia or an illness caused by their low immune system and they pass away due to complications. The hospice makes their last few days more bearable."

"How sad," Kurt says and lowers his head. "I am glad you do that Blaine," he says after a while and when he raises his head, it is clear he has been mastering his emotions and he has won. No tears are evident in his eyes but he has battled.

As we eat we talk of more pleasant things, like films we have seen over the years we have been apart, books we have read, music we have played. So much has happened in the news regarding world events in the last twenty years we have been apart, it is nice to be able to share opinions that truly reflect our character and lives. Kurt discusses and shares pictures of Maggie and her children and we decide to walk soon after to a building that Bobby has designed himself. It is clear that Kurt is proud of his children and their achievements but he seems to be under the impression that Edith brought these children up so well, all on her own without any help or guidance from him.

"They take after their father then," I said, "Talented and compassionate?" I smile but Kurt takes this as a slight mockery of his life and doesn't smile.

"I don't think that describes me at all," he said sadly.

"No you're wrong," I said as I stop him fiercely with my hand on his arm and my eyes wide and pleading. "You're wrong Kurt, you're extremely compassionate, and your voice.... It's amazing, and you brought your children up in the best way possible. They would not be the upstanding people they are now, with their own children and their careers if you did not." I had finished my rant and suddenly felt slightly ridiculous but Kurt only smiled as my hand retreated.

"Thank you," he whispered as we continued to walk through the park and towards my flat.

xXx

Getting to my flat felt like we had reached our final destination; as I clicked the door shut behind me I rested my back on the wood of the front door and smiled shyly at him. He looked nervous, like he had anticipated this situation but not knowing how to proceed we stood there, anxiously awaiting the other to make the first move. I stepped forward as he did the same and we laughed. I pressed back and he was mere inches from my face when he smiled and leaned in, closing the little gap between us. It was so slow and his lips barely gracing mine, I could feel the tingle along my spine at the contact and I melted against him. I couldn't believe a mere kiss could make me feel this way, just the tiniest of contact and I craved him, more of the gentle touch, more of his intoxicating scent.

We kissed slowly then he became more confident, our tongues meeting and so wet I could feel myself harden again. He pressed closer as my hands wove their way around his strong back. He gasped at the close contact, the press of my obvious arousal against his own and he stepped back, his pupils dark and his face one of open amazement.

"Can we go to your bedroom?" he asked and I knew the courage that must have taken, the worry he must have felt and I must have practically beamed at him as I nodded, as his cheeks flushed and I took his hand.

I led him to my bedroom, closed the door and took off my jacket, my shoes already in the hallway. I felt like this was a monumental moment for us, like we were finally here after all this time. I was nervous and realised only one other person had seen me naked, now Kurt would see all of me and my imperfections. My age would show in my body I was sure and I silently cursed that we had not done this when we were younger. Kurt looked just as apprehensive and he smiled, taking my hand in his and standing before me.

"I've wanted this for so long Blaine," he whispered and his eyes twinkled. My worries disappeared seeing his loving gaze and I knew that despite our age this would feel like our first time and we were here together. He started unbuttoning my shirt and I was silently thankful that Kurt had found a confidence that I lacked. I soon started unbuttoning his shirt too and my hands went tentatively to his belt which I unhooked and his trousers fell down as mine did the same. I felt silly stood there in my underwear but we removed them quickly together. I remembered my first time with Madeline where we had both undressed under the covers and barely looked at each other. It was cursory, something that needed to be done and I don't think it was particularly enjoyable to either party. Here with Kurt I knew it meant so much more. My eyes drank in his body and although he blushed under my scrutiny, I was thankful he looked pleased at what he saw of me. His shoulders were strong and firm and as I leant in to touch, his skin was so soft under my fingers. He brought me closer to the bed where we nestled against each other under the covers, now no hiding but gazing lovingly, my eyes having their fill of the wonderful sight before me.

We kissed and touched for what seemed like hours and I felt like I had been hard for so much longer. Eventually our hands travelled lower, my fingers caressing his lower back, feeling the dimples there and he leant into the touch, as if his very skin came alive at the stroke of my fingertips. He leant me backwards so I was fully on my back and he smiled, stroking along my chest.

"You're so beautiful Blaine," he whispered, "I can't believe you're here and we're free." I knew he needed to do this, be in control and I was glad to lie back and take his tender fingers and his sweet kisses along my collarbone. His hands tentatively drifted lower and I could feel his fingers hover over me, asking for permission which I gave by nodding. I had never wanted something so much in my whole life and like a child in a sweet shop, I am never going to limit how much I can enjoy. I will take everything I am given.

He stroked me tenderly and I gasped at the intimate touch, which felt so alien but oh so right. It was so long since anyone had touched me like that but with Kurt it felt like we should have had this all along, in another life we were each other's firsts.

His thumb grazed along the head, his grasp firm and slow, and I felt desperate to touch what I could, my fingers stroking any skin I could find. I kissed him where I could, when his lips suddenly lowered and he nibbled at my ear, which I never knew would drive me so insane. He laughed at my obvious pleasure as he brought me closer to the edge. I couldn't help it or contain myself any longer. I flipped us over so the position was reversed and it is suddenly my turn to kiss, to nibble and lick in places I never was allowed to before. His skin is so pale it appears to glow and come alive under my touch and kiss. He mewled in pleasure and I know he was enjoying it like water in a desert after such a search. He is desperate for more so my hand goes lower and I touch him, knowing I am smiling at the pleasure it gives to finally place my hand there. He moans in pleasure and I know I want to hear that sound again, my hand moving quicker and firmer so his back arches and he groans in desperation for more. I love to watch him come undone beneath me and he suddenly grasps my arm with his free hand in warning that he is close and I watch as his back does a final arch underneath me and he comes with a shout, shooting come along his own chest and stomach. I have always wondered what it might taste like and as he opens his eyes and looks so blissfully happy and sated, I lick hesitantly at the juncture between my thumb and index finger and taste Kurt who gapes at the gesture.

"That was amazing," he says as he continues to come down from the high and I start to ache to have the same experience at his touch. I feel like a teenager, desperate and horny and I know it will exceed all I have ever dreamt. He leans over me, placing me on my back, the mess disregarded. He has remembered the weight I have craved, the heaviness I dreamt of hovering over me. His chest rests on my chest and he rises and falls with my breath. He kisses me slowly and moves over me, causing delicious friction where it is so desired. I have waited so long to come, seen such an amazing sight and heard such fantastic noises I know I won't last long and Kurt moves slightly quicker. He presses just right and he feels so perfect above me, that I raise my own hips once or twice and I am coming between us, making a glorious mess and he smiles, pleased at the sounds of pleasure that escape my lips.

"You look so beautiful Kurt," I whisper as if it is just our secret and he continues to weigh heavily on top of me, making me feel so complete.

After a while, languid kisses take over and he steps away from me and the bed, leaving me feeling cold. He returns with a cloth and cleans the mess between us but I can't take the space anymore and I pull him next to me, where he slips into the place between my chest and shoulder. He places his fingers lightly on my chest, makes circular patterns along my skin and I realise this is perfect. We lie there for what seems like hours and take in each other as we stroke again, never quite getting enough. It is suddenly like permission has been given and enjoyment can proceed because after a while it gets more heated between us and strokes more fervent, bringing us ever closer to the edge of pleasure. I know I will never be sated, know I will never get enough of him and his beauty and I close my eyes afterwards, knowing that I would be quite happy to stay here forever, my arms surrounding the man I love and cherish.