Sunday, August 12 – Saturday, August 18

Kurt and Blaine indulged in a lazy Sunday morning, alternately cuddling, kissing, and dozing.  Kurt drifted off to the feeling of Blaine stroking his hair, and gradually reawakened to the sensation of his boyfriend's hands running up and down the length of his back.

Kissing at the nearest part of Blaine that he could reach (which happened to be his shoulder) Kurt murmured, “That feels really good.  I wish I could wake up like this every morning.”

“Mmmm…  I know.  It feels so luxurious not to have to jump out of bed at six o'clock.  But we only have two more weeks of camp, and then we can sleep in all we want.”

“It's a little bittersweet, though, don't you think?  This is where we met, and where we fell in love.  I kind of hate the thought of leaving.”

“Yeah, but we're not leaving forever.  I'm sure Ryan and David will hire us back for next summer.  And going to NYADA together is going to be amazing.”

Kurt smiled at that.  “I still can't believe we picked the same college without even knowing it.  What are the chances?”

“When it's meant to be?  I'd say they're pretty damn good.”

“Do you believe that?  That we were meant to be together, I mean?”

“Yeah.  Don't you?”

“I don't know.  I guess I've never really thought about it like that.  But I can't imagine being with anyone else.  So whether it's fate, or luck, or destiny, or whatever, I'm so glad we found each other.”

Blaine kissed him.  “Me too.”

“How are you feeling this morning?  Are you sore at all?”

Blaine paused for a moment to consider.  “I don't think so.  I'll let you know for sure once I get up.”

“Not yet,” Kurt said, pulling him closer.  “I'm not done cuddling.”

It was long time later when hunger finally drove the boys from their bed.  As Blaine got up, he answered Kurt's earlier question.  “Nope – don't seem to be sore this morning.  I told you all we needed was a little practice.”

“I don't know,” Kurt teased.  “I'm still not sure if I know what I'm doing.  I might have to practice some more until I figure it out.”

Blaine's eyes darkened.  “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.  After we scrounge up some brunch, we'll still have a couple of hours before the campers arrive…”

The boys found opportunities for quite a few more “practice sessions” during that week.  Once he was no longer worried about accidentally hurting his boyfriend, Kurt surprised himself with his own enthusiasm.  He felt intoxicated by the sight of Blaine spread out before him, lips parted and head thrown back in abandon.  And the noises Blaine made shot straight to Kurt's cock.

Saturday evening found Kurt with three fingers buried once again in his boyfriend's ass, as Blaine writhed shamelessly on the bed in front of him.  As Kurt leaned down to take his boyfriend's cock in his mouth, though, Blaine reached out a hand to stop him.

“I want to feel you inside me,” he panted.

“Honey, I am inside you.”

“No – I mean I want you to fuck me.”

When Kurt didn't immediately respond, Blaine added brokenly, “Please.”

The sound of Blaine's pleading snapped Kurt back to reality.  He grabbed Blaine's hand and looked him directly in the eyes as he answered, “Okay.  Yes.  Yes.”

Blaine let out a deep sigh, and his body (well, most of it) went limp.  “C'mere,' he said, tugging on Kurt's hand.

Kurt removed his fingers and wiped them off before moving up to cover Blaine's body with his own.  He brought their lips together, kissing Blaine tenderly.  Pulling back slightly to gaze into his boyfriend's eyes, he asked, “Are you sure you're ready for this?”

“Yeah.  Are you?  I'm not trying to push you, I just – ”

Kurt silenced him with another kiss.  “Yes.  Okay?  Yes.”

Blaine wrapped his arms more tightly around Kurt.  “Okay,” he said, smiling up at his boyfriend.

Kurt dipped back down to kiss him again before saying, “Let me grab a condom now, while I can still think clearly enough to remember where they are.”

“I'm having a little difficulty remembering my own name right now, let alone where we stashed the condoms.” 

Kurt laughed, fishing the box of condoms out from under the bed.  “Well, good thing one of us is capable of semi-rational thought at the moment.” 

Blaine pulled him in for another kiss.  As their lips met, Kurt felt as if his entire body was melting into Blaine's.  Everything between them seemed so soft, except where their cocks were pressed together, hard and throbbing. 

Kurt felt a sudden and overwhelming rush of tenderness for his boyfriend.  He brought his hand to Blaine's face, tracing the line of his eyebrow, then down his cheek.  He could feel Blaine smiling against his lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

With a last, lingering kiss, Kurt rolled over onto his side, fumbling with the condom.  Blaine pulled the pillow out from under his head, folded it over, and positioned it under his hips.  Kurt slicked himself up with more lube before bringing his clean hand back to Blaine's face.

“I'll go slow.  Just tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”

“I will.”

Blaine spread his legs, lifting his knees, and Kurt was glad for the easier access the pillow under his hips provided.  Using one hand to help line himself up with Blaine's entrance, Kurt began to push slowly forward.

As the head of his cock slipped in, Kurt and Blaine both gasped.  Kurt stilled, allowing Blaine to adjust to the stretch, and himself to adjust to the intense tightness and heat.  Once he felt Blaine begin to ease around him, Kurt gradually allowed himself to sink in fully.       

The sensation was like nothing Kurt had ever imagined.  He blacked out for a moment, losing himself in the ecstasy of being inside his boyfriend's body.  He opened his eyes to find Blaine gazing at him in awe.

“I can feel you inside me.”

“I know.”

“Not just physically.  In my heart.  I can feel you.”

“I know,” Kurt repeated, smiling  down at him.  

Blaine lifted his head, and Kurt bent to kiss him.  The position was a little awkward, but neither boy minded.  Kurt put all of his feelings into that kiss, and he could tell that Blaine was doing the same.

Eventually Blaine let his head fall back onto the mattress.  “I think it's time for you to fuck me now.”

Kurt laughed.  “Well, okay then.”

He slowly pulled partway out, feeling Blaine clenching around him, as if trying to hold him in place.  As he thrust back in, Blaine squeezed, drawing him deeper. 

Kurt rocked his hips forward, experimenting with the angle, until Blaine let out a pleased little hum that told him he was on target.  Then he began thrusting rhythmically, reveling in every sound he drew from Blaine's lips.  

Kurt gave himself over to the experience.  There was nothing but Blaine, filling his senses.  He could still taste the sweetness of their last kiss.  The heady scent of their arousal surrounded him.  Every nerve ending in his body was on fire with the exquisite feeling of Blaine's body enveloping his own.  The sight of his boyfriend, spread open beneath him, brought a quick sting of tears to his eyes.  And all Kurt could hear was Blaine's ragged voice, repeating his name like a litany.

Kurt could feel his orgasm building, and he could tell that his boyfriend was close, as well.  He held off his release by sheer force of will, until Blaine's cries reached a crescendo, as he came with Kurt's name still on his lips.  As Blaine's muscles contracted sharply around his cock, Kurt finally let himself go, hips stuttering as he came.

Kurt didn't know where he found the strength to pull out of Blaine and toss the condom in the wastebasket before collapsing on top of his boyfriend.  Blaine used both arms and legs to wrap him in a tight embrace.  Kurt could feel Blaine kissing him, but he barely had the energy to kiss back.  

Gradually, the spent feeling receded.  Kurt brought one hand up to pet lazily at Blaine's curls.  His boyfriend was still clinging to him, tightly and a little desperately.  Kurt kissed him deeply before pulling back to gaze down at him.  “How are you feeling?”

“Like I want you back inside me.”

“Honey, you're sexy as hell, but I don't think I can go again tonight.”

“No, that's not what I mean.  I mean, not that I wouldn't want to go again.  Because I totally would.  But that's not what I meant…”

“Blaine, you're babbling,” Kurt said fondly.

“I know.  It's just that feeling… of you being inside me… of being connected…  I don't want to lose that.”

“Blaine, honey, we're still connected.  I'm right here.  And I can still feel you, inside my heart.  I'm not going to let go of you,” Kurt said reassuringly.  

Then he added, “Well, I might let go for just one sec, so I can make use of those baby wipes you were smart enough to buy.  But then I'll be right back, okay?”

“Okay,” Blaine agreed, reluctantly releasing his hold on his boyfriend.

Kurt rolled off of him, placing one hand over Blaine's heart as he used the other to carefully clean them both off.  Blaine covered Kurt's hand with his own, pressing it tightly against his chest.

Kurt tugged at the pillow still wedged under Blaine's hips, and Blaine shifted to allow him to pull it free.  Kurt unfolded the pillow, placing it (clean side up) under Blaine's head.

“Remind me to wash that pillowcase tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Kurt leaned down to kiss his boyfriend.  

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Now come here,” Kurt said, settling down on his side and holding his arms open.  “I want to be the big spoon tonight.”

Blaine snuggled back against him with a sigh.  Kurt pulled him close, entwining their fingers and bringing their linked hands to rest against Blaine's heart.  

“Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight.”