Sunday, August 5 – Tuesday, August 7

Returning from their long weekend, Kurt and Blaine were quickly sucked back into the whirlwind that was camp life.  They were pleased to hear that three of their beginners and two of their intermediate students had passed the riding tests in their absence.  Ryan told them that everything had gone fine while they were away, but that he and David were glad to have them back.

“Yeah,” David added.  “We'd forgotten what hard work it is being riding instructors.  We're getting too old for that life.”

“Speak for yourself,” Ryan said.  “I had fun.  And I hope you two had a good time in Lima.”

“It was great getting to see my family,” Kurt answered.  “Thanks so much for letting us go.  It really meant a lot to my dad to have us there.”

“No problem,” Ryan said.  “But the party's over now, so get back to work!”

The boys easily fell back into their old routine.  Kurt had completely forgotten about the back rub Blaine still owed him, so he was pleasantly surprised on Tuesday evening when his boyfriend returned from his shower, naked, and announced, “I seem to remember saying that if you asked nicely you might get an NC-17 version of a massage.  I keep waiting for you to ask…”

Kurt leapt up from his chair and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck.  Gazing directly into his boyfriend's eyes, he purred, “Pretty, pretty please, with a cherry on top?”

Blaine gave him a flirty look.  “Whose cherry?”

Kurt winked back.  “We'll see…”

Blaine pulled off Kurt's pajama top, lowering his head to kiss along his boyfriend's collarbones.  Kurt tilted his head back, exposing the long column of his throat.  Accepting the invitation, Blaine nibbled his way up, tonguing over the slight ridge of his Adam's apple.  Kurt gave a pleased hum, stretching his neck even farther.  Blaine kissed up under his chin, then worked his way along the underside of his jaw, alternating his kisses with little nips.  When he reached Kurt's ear, he whispered, “Let's take this to the bed.”

Kurt wasn't going to argue with that.  He quickly flopped onto his bunk, pulling Blaine down on top of him.  

“It's going to be kind of hard to give you a back rub in this position,” Blaine teased.

Kurt wriggled around under him, managing to roll over onto his stomach.  Blaine sat up, straddling his thighs, and tugged at the waistband of Kurt's pants.  “May I?”

Kurt lifted his hips in answer, and Blaine slid his pajama bottoms down, catching hold of his boxers to pull them off, too.  “This is going to be so much better than the back rub I gave you in Lima, when you insisted on keeping all your clothes on,” Blaine promised.

Kurt sighed as Blaine leaned forward, bringing his hands up to Kurt's shoulders and kissing the back of his neck.  As Blaine began working his way gradually down his back, Kurt could feel himself melting under his boyfriend's strong hands and warm mouth.  When Blaine began rolling his knuckles into the tight muscles of his ass, Kurt let out a long, low moan.  He squirmed, grinding his hard-on into the mattress.

Kurt was startled by a light slap on his ass, as Blaine ordered “Roll over.”  He swiveled around, coming to rest on his back.  

Reaching his hands up to tangle in his boyfriend's hair, Kurt tugged Blaine down for a kiss.  Blaine came willingly, bringing their bodies flush together, and using his full weight to press Kurt into the bed.  Kurt allowed himself to get lost in the sensation, parting his lips for Blaine's eager tongue.

As the heat built between them, Blaine pulled away.  Sliding down Kurt's body, he brought his hands to his boyfriend's collarbones.  Then, flattening his fingers to keep his nails away from the pale skin, he dragged his hands down Kurt's chest, digging in hard with the pads of his fingers.  Kurt felt himself involuntarily arching up into the touch.  His abdominal muscles contracted sharply as Blaine continued down, finally coming to rest on his hips.

Looking up from beneath thick lashes, Blaine asked, “Is it okay if I try to make things last a little longer this time?”

Kurt hummed his assent, unable to form a coherent sentence.  He felt Blaine's mouth sink over his cock, and bucked helplessly as Blaine's hands continued to anchor his hips firmly to the bed.

Blaine hadn't been kidding about making this last.  Every time Kurt felt himself getting close to coming, Blaine would change things up.  He went from bobbing to sucking, from long slow licks to swirls of his tongue, until Kurt felt like he couldn't take any more.  Only when he had been reduced to babbling a meaningless string of Oh God and Please and Fuck did Blaine finally allow him to topple over the edge.   

Coming down from his orgasm with a shudder, Kurt pulled Blaine up for a kiss.  He licked into Blaine's mouth, startled at the taste of his own come.  He could feel Blaine smiling against his lips.

“Bet you're glad I was paying attention when we  were doing our online research,” Blaine said smugly.

“You're not the only one who picked up a few pointers,” Kurt told him.  “Just give me a second to catch my breath, and I'll show you.”

Blaine's smile widened.  “You're on.”

Kurt waited until the strength returned to his limbs, then held onto Blaine tightly as he flipped them over.  

“Oooh, I love it when you take control,” Blaine said, gazing up at him.  Although his voice was teasing, Kurt could see the grain of truth in his eyes.  Gripping both of his boyfriend's wrists, Kurt brought Blaine's hands up over his head and held them down.  Blaine gasped, eyes widening.  

Kurt smiled down at him knowingly.  He lowered his head, and Blaine surged up to meet his lips.  Kurt allowed himself to sink into a hungry kiss. 

Blaine finally twisted his head away, panting.  Kurt released his wrists, intertwining their fingers instead.  “Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Blaine said, but his voice sounded a little shaky.

Kurt brought their linked hands to his lips, kissing Blaine's knuckles.  “Honey, look at me,” he said, waiting for Blaine to meet his eyes before adding, “I love you.”

Blaine's face softened.  “I love you, too.”

“What do you need?”

“Just hold me, for a minute?”

“Of course,” Kurt said, rolling onto his back and pulling Blaine down against his chest.  He wrapped his arms tightly around his boyfriend.  Blaine snuggled in close, tucking his head into the space between Kurt's neck and shoulder.

Kurt purposely slowed his own breathing, smiling as Blaine's relaxed, as well.  “Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah.  I just freaked myself out a little.”

“Freaked yourself out?”

“Yeah, um… with how, um… into that I was,” Blaine said hesitantly.  Then he clarified, “Into you holding me down, I mean.  It's, um, kind of weird.”

“I don't think it's weird.  I like that feeling, too, when you're on top of me, pinning me down.  Because I totally trust you, and I feel like I can just let go.  I don't think there's anything wrong with that.”

Blaine let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.  “Thank you.”

“Any time,” Kurt said, kissing the top of his head.  “Now, are you going to let me give you a blow job, or what?”

Blaine laughed, bright and easy, and Kurt felt his heart swoop.  “Show me what you've got,” Blaine said.

Kurt rolled them back over, kissing Blaine soundly on the mouth before working his way down his neck to his chest.  He wondered whether Blaine's nipples were as sensitive as his own, and decided there was only one way to find out.  He gave an experimental lick, and was pleased at the breathy sound Blaine made.

“So it's not just me, huh?  This actually is a thing for guys.”

“Apparently.”

Kurt smiled, sucking a kiss into Blaine's other nipple.  He reached for one of Blaine's hands, lacing their fingers together.  Then he gradually began kissing his way down his boyfriend's torso.

As he worked his way lower, Kurt nudged Blaine's legs apart, settling between them.  He rested his head against Blaine's hip, nuzzling into the curly hair around his cock.  He breathed in deeply, familiarizing himself with his boyfriend's scent.  

When he reached out his tongue to take a tentative taste, Blaine's breath hitched, and the hand that Kurt was holding clutched at him reflexively.  Kurt squeezed back, lifting his head slightly to ask, “Is this okay?”

“Oh yeah.”

Smiling, Kurt kissed his way up the underside of Blaine's cock, pausing just under the head to flick his tongue out lightly.  Blaine bucked up wildly, and Kurt quickly threw a forearm across his hips to hold him down.

As he took his boyfriend's cock into his mouth for the first time, Kurt lost himself in Blaine's reactions.  Every twitch, every moan, every stuttering breath filled him with a nameless joy.  When Blaine finally came, cock pulsing, spilling warm and salty onto his tongue, Kurt felt like he was coming as well.

Dragging himself up to lie with his cheek pressed over Blaine's pounding heart, Kurt murmured, “Sometimes I just can't believe how much I love you.”

Blaine brought one hand up to stroke lazily at his hair.  “I know.”