Monday, 12:17a.m. - 2:39a.m.

Kentucky

“Blaine, we don't – we don't have to – we – oh – oh, god, Blaine...”

Kurt was trying to be chivalrous and Blaine appreciated it, he really did, but the idea that he wouldn't want Kurt in every possible way was sheer madness. Kurt was the most beautiful man Blaine had ever seen, and the way he was touching Blaine was unraveling him completely, and to be honest Blaine had never really had good sex in his entire life, and he was sure it would be good with Kurt, and if Kurt didn't want to have sex with him Blaine would live, but his dick would probably fall off before the night was through.

Blaine rolled them so that Kurt was on top of him, grinding his hips up into Kurt's hot groin before Kurt could fully adjust to the change in position, making him moan loudly and drop his head onto Blaine's shoulder.

“I want to,” Blaine murmured in his ear. “I want to do everything with you, and if you want to–”

“Yes,” Kurt panted. “Anything.” He slid his hand underneath the back of Blaine's head, cradling him tenderly while he leaned down to kiss Blaine deep and slow and searching. Blaine melted into the mattress, hands clutching at the fabric of Kurt's shirt, tongue probing greedily for everything Kurt was willing to give him.

When Kurt lifted his lips from Blaine's, Blaine whined and strained for him to return. Kurt smiled adoringly down at him and ran the backs of his fingers across Blaine's cheek.

“Blaine, it would be so easy just to get lost in you,” Kurt murmured.

“Then do,” Blaine urged, angling his head up to suck at Kurt's soft throat.

“But...Blaine, we should talk about this. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours since–”

Blaine stopped mouthing at Kurt's neck, his head dropping back onto the pillow with a heavy sigh.

“Please don't bring him into it, Kurt,” Blaine begged softly.

“I just don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with,” Kurt insisted, keeping his eyes focused on Blaine's. “I know what – I don't want you to feel like we have to do this just because things are...heightened for us right now.”

Blaine bit his lip. “But what if we never have the chance to be together like this again? If we don't make it into Ca–”

“I know,” Kurt cut in gently but firmly. “I know everything could just fall apart. But that isn't a good enough reason, Blaine.”

“It's not the only reason,” Blaine promised, reaching up to run his fingers through Kurt's hair. “I really want to. I feel like I already know you in every other way – it just – I really want to know all of you. I want to be that close to you, Kurt, and I don't want to wait.”

Kurt gazed down at Blaine, waiting. “But?” he prompted. Kurt knew there was something, and he wasn't going to let this go any further until Blaine told him what it was. Blaine sighed, averting his eyes from Kurt's.

“Okay, there is one thing, but – I mean, it's okay if it's a problem for you, I can get past it, it's – okay. Would it be all right with you if I didn't...bottom? I mean, not forever, I just–”

“Blaine.” Kurt gently tilted Blaine's head toward him until their eyes met once again, trying not to thrill too much at the sound of forever. “Of course.”

Blaine smiled, relieved, but went back to worrying his lip again within seconds. “I didn't mean, though – we can just do other stuff tonight, if you don't want to we don't–”

Kurt burst out laughing, wrapping his arms around Blaine tight and flipping them again so that Blaine was on top of him.

“I want to,” he whispered into Blaine's ear, and that was the last thing either of them said for a very, very long time.

The music from the radio swallowed their soft noises as they kissed slow and lingering; moist, warm breath and lips dancing together as if in a languorous trance. They shifted so that they lay side by side, trailing tiny, reverent, worshipful kisses across chins and cheeks and necks, hands so gentle, touches so, so light. Eskimo kisses, heartbreaking in their sweetness, punctuated teasing nibbles and the press of lips against skin. There was no hurry to let the heat truly build, none of the urgency they'd felt surging through them before. They were as far outside of time as either of them had ever felt.

But even in their timeless place the heat did build, the urgency did return. Their bodies had wanted this for far too long.

Their movements became more urgent and deliberate, and soon they were rolling across the narrow bed so that Blaine was on top of Kurt, and then Kurt was on top of Blaine, and by the time they rolled clear off the bed and landed in a tangled heap on the carpet, they were far too desperate and lost to possibly care. They kissed and rolled and pulled at hair and clothing and limbs with frantic whimpers and groans, overwhelmed with the need to eradicate every boundary that separated them from one another.

It was after Blaine had shed his pants but before he lost the underwear that Kurt closed his fingers around Blaine's wedding ring and frowned. “Isn't this a little heavy?” he asked, and Blaine smirked and then pursed his lips in faux concentration.

“You know, I have felt like there's something weighing me down lately,” he acknowledged.

“Maybe we could...um...lighten the load a little bit?” Kurt asked, slowly easing the ring from Blaine's finger. Blaine stared; Kurt was naked and flushed and hard, all of his concentration focused on essentially peeling Blaine's wedding vows to Dave from his very flesh. There was a possessive glint in Kurt's eye, and he playfully mimed putting all his strength into hefting the ring into an abandoned cup of Wild Turkey and flat mineral water on the bedside table.

Blaine swallowed, a bit startled by how arousing it was to see Kurt slide the ring off and dispose of it so blithely, before sinking to his knees to pull down Blaine's briefs and take him into his mouth in one fluid motion.

And strange as it was, being freed from his wedding ring did make Blaine feel lighter than he had in years. Or perhaps that was just the talented way the very tip of Kurt's tongue followed the vein on the underside of Blaine's cock,  his lips sliding up Blaine's rigid length with firm pressure.

Either way, it was pretty much the best Blaine had ever felt in his life.

Kurt was so gentle, teasing him smiling and slow to learn how his body responded to every touch, every lick, every light press of teeth. Kurt sucked him until he was so close he couldn't stand it, and then moved down the length of his body, kissing warm, wet paths up his legs and down his belly, worshiping the dimples in his lower back and the generous swell of his buttocks, lingering behind his elbows and knees and shoulder blades. Blaine had never felt so comfortably immersed in his own pleasure. He had never felt so treasured or so loved.

When he couldn't take it any longer, Blaine caught Kurt around the middle and pressed him into the carpet, staring in awe at the smooth, soft skin wrapped like living art around lean muscle and chiseled jaw and perfect ass and adorably oversized feet.

“You're so stunning,” Blaine whispered, fingers tracing Kurt's hot, thick shaft, pink and flushed and velvet-soft.

Every single inch of him was absolutely beautiful.

They found their way back onto the same bed they had started out on when Blaine finally, eyes bright and cheeks red, presented Puck's gifts from the pocket of his discarded jeans.

Kurt lay back, as spread out as possible on the twin mattress, eyes wide and nervous and trusting. Blaine swallowed hard as Kurt spread his legs and hiked his knees up high, exposing himself to Blaine completely and nearly causing Blaine's heart to falter to a complete stop.

“I...I haven’t...I mean, Dave only let me top a couple of times early on, so, I mean, it's been a while since...” Blaine took a deep, steadying breath. “You are sure about this, Kurt?”

“I am sure that I'm holding my ass open for you, Blaine. I'm not sure how to give a clearer signal than that,” Kurt responded, but his voice was soft and his eyes were even softer. “I want to feel you inside me,” he added seriously, when Blaine's nerves did not appear to dissipate. Blaine whimpered softly at the request, fumbling with one of the tiny packets of lube.

Blaine teased Kurt's entrance slowly, watching for signs of discomfort and feeling himself relax when all he saw on Kurt's face was trust and arousal and soft bliss.

“Blaine,” he whispered, and a dry sob lodged itself in Blaine's throat.

“Say it again,” Blaine murmured. “Just like that.”

“Blaine,” Kurt whispered again, his eyes fluttering closed and his face lax with pleasure as Blaine's fingertip finally breached him. “Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine...”

Blaine worked his way up to three fingers, using two lube packets and stroking Kurt's thigh with his free hand as Kurt began to tremble beneath him.

“Blaine, please...”

He rolled on a condom before crawling up the length of Kurt's body, and he couldn't stop himself from shaking. He stared down at Kurt's face; his eyes were wide and his pupils blown black.

Their lips met in a kiss, hard and messy and wet. Blaine felt the soft skin and firm muscles of Kurt's thighs sliding along his hips, curling around Blaine, his knees akimbo and heels settling into the dimples in Blaine's lower back, pressing gently. Blaine chuckled softly against Kurt's lips at the unspoken plea, pulling back to look down at Kurt.

“Okay?” Blaine whispered.

Kurt nodded. “Yeah.”

Blaine lined himself up and began to push in, holding himself steady with one hand and moving the other to clasp Kurt's, their fingers lacing together beside Kurt's head on the pillow.

“Oh, god, Blaine,” Kurt breathed. “It...it's you...you feel...oh, god...”

Blaine was biting his lip, and only managed a strangled whimper and a nod of agreement as he stared into Kurt's eyes.

He was inside of Kurt.

They both stilled completely when Blaine was fully seated, soft flesh pressed tight against soft flesh. They panted, chests touching and retreating from one another, hearts pounding wild.

And then their lips met and everything hit them like a fucking freight train.

Neither had ever let himself understand how much he wanted the other man. It was blinding and overwhelming and so fucking perfect that it made them both scream.

Blaine fucked Kurt hard and slow at first, eyes locked on eyes, breath thick between hot, wet kisses.  

“Love you,” Blaine whispered raggedly against Kurt’s lips.  Kurt raised his lips slightly to whisper it back, the words turning into a kiss before they had completely left his mouth.  Their bodies began to find a common rhythm, their movements building speed, moving together fast and slick as they grappled for deeper and harder and more.  

Kurt gasped, wrapping his body more tightly around Blaine when the angle shifted just so, making Blaine groan low and loud, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he thrust hard into Kurt’s body.  Kurt’s back arched high off the bed in response, fingers digging into the firm muscle of Blaine’s back as he begged and groaned and Blaine grabbed at his thighs, hips pumping jackrabbit-fast, and holy fuck they were both completely lost.  

They fucked like that until Kurt surged forward, pushing Blaine onto his back and straddling him, pounding himself down onto Blaine's cock and throwing his head back to gasp at the ceiling. And when Blaine was sure he was about to come, he pulled out and hauled Kurt to his feet with desperate, sweat-slicked hands.

Blaine swept an arm across the sturdy shelf on the wall that was exactly the right height for this, cans and bottles and cups and pots of moisturizer flying to the carpet, a floor lamp crashing to the ground in the process. He lifted Kurt onto the shelf and angled his hips and plunged deep inside of him, slamming into Kurt’s prostate and making him dig his fingers into Blaine’s hair and scream.

Kurt was drunk with pleasure, drowning in the smell and taste and feel of Blaine all around him. He hitched his legs up high, calves almost brushing Blaine's shoulder blades, greedy to somehow take Blaine's cock even deeper into his body. He glanced over Blaine's shoulder with hazy eyes when he caught a flash of movement, gasping when he realized what he was looking at.

On the wall opposite them was a mirror. And there was Blaine, muscles in his back shifting, round, perfect ass flexing as he fucked into Kurt hard and fast. Kurt watched his own pale fingers curl around Blaine's shoulder and into his dark, sweaty curls, saw Blaine dip his arms under Kurt's knees before bracing his hands against the wall again, holding Kurt's legs high and obscenely wide as Blaine fucked him harder and harder still.

Kurt tightened his fingers in Blaine’s hair and pulled slightly, refusing to close his eyes no matter how good it was, no matter how hard Blaine pressed into his prostate, making his toes curl.

Blaine released one of Kurt's legs, moving his hand to stroke Kurt's aching cock with strong, firm pulls. Kurt watched Blaine's arm moving in the mirror as he jerked Kurt off, his bicep flexing and his golden ass clenching, Kurt's own long, milky legs jerking in time with Blaine's thrusts.  

Kurt felt a strangled noise, low and nearly animalistic, rip from the depths of his own throat. He threw his head back, jerking and spasming as Blaine fucked him and pumped him and Blaine's ass and his back and his shoulders and his arms kept moving so beautifully in the mirror that Kurt couldn't take it anymore, and came so hard black spots danced across his eyes as he called out Blaine's name and slumped against the wall.

Blaine plunged into him in a frenzy, wails suppressed through gritted teeth, arms braced against the wall. Kurt watched the mirror in fascination as Blaine's gorgeous body twitched hard and he buried himself to the hilt inside of Kurt, sobbing Kurt's name over and over and over again as he came.

They stayed like that for a few moments, breathing and clutching each other close and crying a little because it was just so much. When Blaine finally lifted his head from Kurt's shoulder to kiss his lips gently, Kurt sighed with contentment, wrapping his hands around the back of Blaine's neck.

“We've barely slept since we left New York,” Kurt finally murmured. “Come to bed with me?”

Blaine sighed happily. “We can't just sleep here?” he asked against Kurt's lips, and Kurt smiled against him.

“We'd probably be pretty sore in the morning.”

“I think you might be sore in the morning regardless,” Blaine said, an edge of guilt creeping into his voice. “I'm so-”

“If you apologize for the best sex I've ever had in my life, Blaine Anderson, I will stab you in the nipple,” Kurt interrupted, pressing his fingernail to the edge of Blaine's nipple in warning. Blaine laughed, twisting away from Kurt and catching his wrist.

“That's no way to thank a guy for – um – I mean, was it really the best–”

“The best I've ever had,” Kurt confirmed, kissing Blaine's jaw.

Blaine gave him a shy smile. “Me too,” he admitted. “God, I can't even – it's like night and day. I never – I never knew sex could be like that.”

“It usually isn't. It's the Kurt Hummel special,” Kurt deadpanned. “So you'd better just stick to me from now on when it comes to your sexual needs.”

Blaine kissed him again. “I plan on it,” he answered.