Tuesday, July 24 – Sunday, July 29

Blaine reluctantly submitted to Kurt's request that they sleep in their own beds for the rest of the week.  Every night, after they'd read a chapter of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (having already finished The Goblet of Fire) Blaine would kiss Kurt tenderly and then climb up onto the top bunk with a sigh.  

It seemed as though, for Blaine, absence (even if only a few feet's absence) really did make the heart grow fonder.  He was particularly attentive to Kurt all week – complimenting him on his teaching, his riding, and his singing, presenting him with perfectly toasted marshmallows at the campfire, and showering him with gentle kisses whenever they were alone.

By Saturday afternoon, Kurt had begun to feel like Blaine was engaged in some sort of old-fashioned courtship ritual.  The boys had ridden out to one of their favorite private spots, and Kurt was lying with his head in Blaine's lap as his boyfriend fed him seedless red grapes.

“Blaine,” Kurt asked, gazing up at him fondly, “Are you trying to woo me?”

“Maybe… Is it working?”

Kurt laughed.  “Well, I'm certainly not complaining.  But you really don't have to try so hard.  You've already got me.”

Although they were alone except for the horses, Blaine glanced around and leaned down, as if he didn't want to be overheard.  He murmured conspiratorially, “I want to blow you.”

It was a good thing that Kurt had already swallowed his grape, or he would have choked on it.  He spluttered, “R-r-right now?”

Blaine smiled at him, but his eyes were dark and serious.  “No. Tonight.  If you'll let me.”

“Um… Okay.”

Kurt didn't know how he made it through the rest of the afternoon.  His body was thrumming with excitement.  He kept expecting Blaine to leer at him, or to make some sort of suggestive comment, but his boyfriend remained as chivalrous as he'd been all week. 

As soon as they'd finished dinner, Kurt was ready to head back to the bunkhouse, but Blaine suggested, “Let's stay for the movie.  I wanna have a date night with you.” 

Looking into those gorgeous hazel eyes, Kurt just couldn't refuse.  

The boys settled onto a bench at a table at the back of the room.  As soon as the lights went down, Blaine slid his right arm around Kurt's waist, pulling Kurt's left hand across his body and interlacing their fingers.  He reached over and took Kurt's right hand in his own left, wrapping him in a snug embrace.  Kurt leaned into him, resting their heads together.

As the opening sequence to The Lion King flashed on the screen, Kurt sighed and allowed his body to relax.  He realized that he needed this.  He'd been in a state of heightened alert ever since he heard Blaine's shocking words that afternoon, flitting between eager anticipation and a strange sort of nervousness.  Now, as Blaine held him close, he felt his tension ebbing away.  He squeezed one of Blaine's hands, and received an answering pressure.

When the ending credits began to roll, Blaine unwound his arms, turning on the bench to face Kurt.  Grasping both of Kurt's hands in his own, Blaine sang along to “Can You Feel the Love Tonight?”  And Kurt could.    

Back in the bunkhouse, Blaine took the first shower (the tiny shower stall in their bathroom being too small to even consider sharing).  Kurt could hear the water running for a lot longer than usual, and was beginning to feel impatient by the time Blaine finally emerged.  

Once he, too, was clean, Kurt came out of the bathroom to find Blaine dressed in pajamas, strumming idly on his guitar.  Glancing up, Blaine quickly set the guitar aside and walked over to wrap his arms around his towel-clad boyfriend.  “Mmmm…  You smell good.”

Kurt giggled.  “You mean I don't smell like a horse, for a change.”

Blaine nuzzled under his ear.  “No, I mean you smell really good.”

“C'mere,” he added, taking Kurt's hand and leading him to the bed.  “Can we lose the towel?”

Kurt nodded, tossing the towel over the back of a chair.  He pulled off Blaine's shirt, but as he reached for the waistband of his boyfriend's pajama bottoms, Blaine grasped his hands, stilling them.  “I jerked off in the shower,” he admitted nonchalantly.  “I want tonight to be all about you.  That's why they invented masturbation.”

Kurt found himself temporarily speechless, as Blaine pulled back the covers and patted the bed, inviting him to lie down.  Once Kurt was stretched out on his back, Blaine lay down next to him, leaning on one elbow.  Brushing a stray lock of hair away from Kurt's forehead with a fingertip, he said, “I want to kiss you all over.”

“Be my guest.”

Blaine began by kissing Kurt's forehead, then his closed eyelids.  He kissed the tips of Kurt's nose and chin, before working his way up Kurt's jaw to his sensitive earlobe, which he nibbled at teasingly.  He moved down the side of Kurt's neck, alternating his kisses with gentle nips.  Kurt let out a pleased little hum.

Blaine continued down Kurt's neck to his collarbone, tonguing the hollow above it, before sliding his lips to Kurt's shoulder and scraping his teeth lightly over his skin.  He worked his way gradually down the outside of Kurt's arm, lifting it up as he went.  

When he reached his boyfriend's hand, Blaine kissed the tip of each finger, then slowly drew one into his mouth, swirling his tongue in a way that made Kurt gasp.  Looking up from beneath his thick eyelashes, Blaine asked, “Is this okay?”

“Mmm hmm.”

Blaine sucked on each finger in turn, and Kurt's cock twitched in vicarious pleasure.  He began letting out breathy little moans as Blaine kissed up along the inside of his arm, stopping to tongue at the crease of his elbow.      

Reaching Kurt's armpit, Blaine grasped his boyfriend's hand and placed it down on the pillow over his head, giving himself better access.  He nosed into the soft hair there, making Kurt squirm.  Relenting, he released Kurt's hand and began kissing his way down his side.  

Blaine continued on along the outside of Kurt's hip and leg, scooting himself down on the bed until he reached his foot.  There, he gave his toes the same treatment he'd given to his fingers.  Kurt's feet tended to be ticklish, but the sensual way Blaine was moving his tongue caused him to moan rather than giggle.

Blaine began to kiss and nibble his way up the inside of Kurt's leg.  When his boyfriend reached his inner thigh, Kurt drew in a sharp breath in anticipation.  Blaine simply transferred his attention to the opposite thigh, however, beginning to work his way back down to his other foot.  

Kurt let out a groan of mixed desire and frustration as Blaine repeated all of his actions in reverse on the other side of his body, finally making his way back up to Kurt's face.  Kurt grabbed him hard and pulled him into a desperate kiss.  “You're killing me here,” he panted.

“I'm just kissing you,” Blaine said innocently.  “You did say I could kiss you all over, right?”

“Oh my god, you are seriously going to kill me.”

Blaine winked at him.  “At least you'll die happy.”

And with that, he resumed his mission.  He kissed his way down Kurt's throat to his chest, then slid his tongue over to one nipple.  Kurt cried out in surprise at the sharp jolt of pleasure that coursed through him.  Blaine raised his head to smile up at him, then lowered it again to lap at the hard little nub.  Kurt began writhing beneath him, fisting his hands in Blaine's hair and pulling him away.  “Oh my god,” he cried, voice strained, “why does that feel so good?”

“I don't know,” Blaine answered, pushing his head up into Kurt's hands.  “Can I try the other side?”

“Yeah.”

Blaine nibbled his way across Kurt's chest, swirling his tongue around the outside of his nipple before flicking lightly at the tip.  

“Ungh,” Kurt breathed out, as Blaine flattened his tongue, pressing Kurt's nipple firmly into his ribs.  “Fuck!”

“Kurt Elizabeth Hummel!  I don't think I've ever heard you swear.”

“I had no idea… this was even like… a thing… for guys…  Do you even know… what you're doing to me?  It's so intense…”

“I'm kind of getting that impression,” Blaine said with a devilish grin.

“Do it again.”

Blaine wasted no time in complying.  Kurt could feel himself falling apart under Blaine's tongue as his boyfriend traced a path from one nipple to the other and back again, before sliding down to lick into his navel.  

By the time Blaine reached his throbbing cock, Kurt was out of his mind with need.  He barely had time to register ‘hot – wet – amazing' before he was coming hard in his boyfriend's mouth.  

Once he could speak, Kurt panted out “Sorry.”

“Hey, no, why would you be sorry?”

“Because I came in like two seconds.  That has to have been the longest build-up to the shortest actual blow job in history.”

“But did you enjoy it?”

“Obviously.”

“Well, then, mission accomplished!”

Kurt woke up the next morning to the feeling of Blaine kissing the nape of his neck.  He snuggled backward into his boyfriend's embrace, bringing their linked hands up so that he could brush his lips across Blaine's knuckles.  “Okay,” he said, turning their hands over and placing a kiss in the center of Blaine's palm, “as long as you promise not to make me late for work, you can sleep in my bed from now on.”