Thursday, August 9

On Thursday evening, Kurt returned from the campfire to find Blaine asleep on the top bunk.  Glancing at the floor, he noticed an open Target bag, with condoms, lube, and baby wipes scattered about.  Looking more closely, he saw that the Astroglide bottle was no longer quite full.

Kurt climbed up onto Blaine's bunk, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend's forehead.  Blaine's eyes fluttered, and he smiled up sleepily.  Pitching his voice low, Kurt said, “I see that you've left some supplies out, Blaine, and I know that this is Harry's night off, too.  Is there anything you want to tell me?”

Blaine's eyes flew open and he popped up to a sitting position with a horrified expression on his face.  “Oh my god!  Don't even joke about something like that!  You know I would never cheat on you!”

“Relax, Blaine.  I'm just teasing.  You know I trust you.”

Blaine flopped back down on the bed.  He grinned up at Kurt.  “I've been practicing.”

Kurt arched one eyebrow, and Blaine elaborated.  “I've been practicing fingering myself.  So that I'll know what it feels like…  For when we're ready to try that together.”

Kurt felt suddenly dizzy, as the breath whooshed out of his lungs and all the blood in his body rushed straight to his cock.  “Oh my god – you are so hot,” he gasped, collapsing on top of his boyfriend.

Blaine, forgetting that they were on the top bunk, went to roll them over, and nearly flipped Kurt onto the floor.  Kurt saved himself at the last moment by scrabbling frantically at the edge of the mattress.  

“Blaine!  Are you trying to kill me?!”

“Sorry!  Sorry!  We're always on your bed – I forgot how high up we were.”

“I don't like being tossed on the floor, even from the bottom bunk,” Kurt huffed.

“Sorry,” Blaine repeated.  “How can I make it up to you?”

Kurt's eyes darkened.  “Well, you can start by giving me details about your little practice session.”

Blaine grinned at him.  “Do you want show or tell?”

“Oh my god.  Show.”

“Okay, but maybe we'd better move down to your bunk.  We don't want any accidents.”

Kurt scrambled down off of the top bunk, and Blaine jumped down behind him.  As Blaine flopped down onto his bed, Kurt said, “Wait – how about I grab a shower first, so I don't have to get up again afterwards.”

“Okay, but don't take too long.”

“Don't start without me.”

“Baby, I already did.  That's what I'm going to show you, remember?”

Kurt groaned, forcing himself to head for the bathroom instead of pouncing on his boyfriend.

After the world's fastest shower, Kurt hurried back to his bed, where Blaine lay naked, waiting for him.  “What took you so long?” he teased.

Abandoning all restraint, Kurt flung himself down on top of his boyfriend, who let out a startled “oomph.”

Kurt kissed Blaine fiercely, sucking on his lower lip, and tangling his fingers in his soft hair.  Pulling away, he purred, “I think someone offered to put on a show for me.”

“Well, you're not going to be able to see much from that angle.”

Kurt laughed, rolling off of his boyfriend and coming to rest with his back against the wall.  Blaine twisted, leaning off the edge of the bed and reaching for the lube.  Kurt grabbed his hips to keep him from sliding onto the floor.

Blaine pulled himself back up, lube in one hand and baby wipes in the other, grinning triumphantly.  “Ta-da!”

Kurt gave him a sweet kiss.  “I love how uninhibited you are.  I wish I could be more like you in that way.”

“Well,” Blaine admitted, “I did have a moment of self-doubt while you were in the shower.  I thought ‘What the fuck am I doing?  There's no way on earth I can do that in front of him!'  But then I remembered your reaction when I told you I'd been practicing…  And I knew you were going to be too turned on to judge me,” he ended, with a significant look at Kurt's very obvious erection.

“No judging,” Kurt agreed brokenly.  “Too hot.”

“Baby, you can't even form a complete sentence.  That's so cute.”

“Less talk.  More fingering.”

“Ooh, you're so demanding,” Blaine said, reaching up to pull Kurt in for a kiss.  “Okay, get comfortable.  The show's about to begin.”

Kurt watched intently as Blaine flipped open the bottle of lube and squeezed some out onto his first two fingers.  He rubbed them together, using his thumb to spread the lube all the way down.  Drawing his knees up toward his chest, Blaine reached down between his legs.

Kurt shifted, trying to get a better view, but Blaine grabbed at him with his free hand.  “Stay here, or you're going to make me too self-conscious.”

Kurt leaned down and kissed him, cupping Blaine's face in his hand.  “I can't believe how hot this is.”

Blaine smiled, letting out a breath as he pushed one finger inside.  “Oh my god,” Kurt groaned.  “What does it feel like?”

“Like I've got a finger in my ass.”

Kurt nipped at his neck.  “Come on.  Tell me.  Does it hurt?”

“No.  It's kind of a stretch if I use two, but it doesn't actually hurt, except for a little bit of a twinge when I pull them back out.”

“Do you like it?”

“Um, it's kind of hard to tell.  I can't reach very well, and the angle is awkward, so it just feels sort of weird.  But I figure if I keep trying it'll get better.”

Kurt kissed his boyfriend deeply before pulling back to ask, “Would you like some help with that?”

Blaine's eyes darkened, and he grabbed Kurt by the back of the neck to pull him in for another kiss.  “Okay.”

Blaine pulled his fingers free, hissing a little as he did so.  Kurt handed him a baby wipe.  

“Thanks,” Blaine said, cleaning his fingers and tossing the wipe into the bedside wastebasket.  “Do you have the lube?”

Kurt held it up.  He gave Blaine another kiss before saying, “If you don't want me to have the same problem with the awkward angle that you did, you're going to have to let me scoot down.”

“Okay.  One more kiss first.”

Kurt gave him one more kiss, and then another, for good measure.  

Moving down between Blaine's legs, Kurt felt suddenly nervous.  “I don't want to hurt you.”

“You won't.  Your fingers aren't as thick as mine.”

“Yeah, but they're longer.”

“That doesn't matter.  Just use plenty of lube, and go slow.  I'll tell you if I need you to stop.”

Kurt slicked up his fingers, then reached for Blaine with his other hand.  Blaine twined their fingers together, giving Kurt's hand a reassuring squeeze.  “Don't worry,” he said.  “I trust you.”

Kurt placed the tip of his index finger on Blaine's pucker, unsure how to begin.  “There's no hole.”

Blaine laughed.  “Just push in gently.  It will open around you.”

Kurt did as he was told, watching in fascination as his finger began to disappear into his boyfriend.  A tiny way in, though, he met with resistance.  “Is this okay?”

“Yeah.  Just keep going.  I'll tell you if I want you to stop.”

Blaine let out a slow breath, willing himself to relax, and Kurt pushed past the tight ring of muscle.

“Wow – that is way better than when I did it.”

Kurt grinned at him.  “What should I do now?”

“Just give me a second to get used to it.” 

Kurt waited, feeling Blaine's muscles clenching around him, pulling his finger in more deeply.  Soon the tightness surrounding him began to ease, and Blaine said, “Okay, pull out slowly, and then try again with two.”

As Kurt carefully drew his finger out, he could feel Blaine clamping down, as if unwilling to let him go.  Once his finger had slipped free, Kurt squeezed his boyfriend's hand.  “Are you sure you want me to try two?  It doesn't seem like they'll fit.”

“They will.  Just maybe use more lube.”

Kurt applied more of the slippery gel, dripping some onto Blaine as well.  Blaine jerked in surprise.  “That's cold!”

“Sorry.  I wanted to make sure I was using enough.”

Kurt placed his first two fingers at Blaine's now-shiny entrance.  It really didn't seem possible that they could both fit through that tiny opening.  Taking a deep breath, he began to push, wiggling his fingers until he finally worked them inside.  

Blaine let out a gasp, and Kurt immediately stilled.  “Did I hurt you?”

“No… No… It feels good…  Just intense.”

Once he felt Blaine's muscles begin to relax, Kurt asked, “Is it okay if I move around a little?”

“Yeah.  Just go slowly.”

Kurt slid his fingers partway out, then back in.  Feeling how tight Blaine was, he said, “I'm not trying to brag, or anything, but my cock is way bigger than two fingers.  There's no way it's ever going to fit in here.” 

Blaine let out a snort of laughter, causing his muscles to clench around Kurt's fingers.  “It's gotta be possible.  People do it all the time.  You just need to stretch me out a little first.”

“Stretch you out a little?  Honey, there's barely room for me to move my fingers in here.”

“Just try to spread them apart a little,” Blaine suggested.  Then, at Kurt's worried look, he added, “You're not going to hurt me.”

Kurt scissored his fingers apart and together, rotating his wrist to get an even stretch in all directions.  After a few minutes, Blaine said, “Okay, now try three.”

Kurt gave him a skeptical look.

“Just hold your fingers apart as you start to pull out, and slip the third one in between them.”

Releasing Blaine's hand, Kurt once more grabbed the bottle of lube, applying a generous amount.  Taking his boyfriend's hand again, he asked, “Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah.”

Kurt lifted his index finger up and pushed his middle finger down as he slowly drew them out, holding Blaine open and creating a space into which he slid his ring finger.  Blaine's grip on his hand tightened, and he panted out, “Hold on.”

Kurt froze. “Do you want me to pull back out?”

“No.  I'm okay.  Just wait a sec.”

Blaine's muscles were clenching rhythmically around Kurt's fingers, crushing them uncomfortably together.  He was not about to complain, though.  He looked up worriedly at his boyfriend, whose eyes were squeezed shut.  “Honey, I'm really afraid that I'm hurting you.”

“No, I'm okay.  I just need to relax enough that you can get your knuckles in.  I'm going to take a deep breath, and when I let it out, just go for it.”  

“My knuckles are a lot wider than three fingertips tucked together.”

“I know, but it'll be fine.”  

Seeing the doubt in Kurt's eyes, Blaine added, “Just trust me, okay?”

Kurt gritted his teeth, steeling himself to do what his boyfriend was asking.  “Okay,” he said.

Blaine drew in a deep breath, and as he began to let it out Kurt pushed firmly against the ring of muscle that was constricting his fingers.  It felt impenetrable, but Kurt increased the pressure until he felt something give, and his fingers slid through.

Blaine let out a loud groan.  Kurt felt himself panicking.  Tears sprang to his eyes as he clutched at Blaine's fingers.  “I'm sorry!  I'm so sorry!  Honey, are you okay?”

Hearing the desperation in his boyfriend's voice, Blaine opened his eyes and forced himself to speak as steadily as he could.  “It's okay.  I'm okay.  Just don't move for a minute.”

Kurt nodded helplessly.  “Oh god.  I didn't want to hurt you.”

“Kurt, baby, calm down.  I'm okay.  You didn't hurt me.  It's just a really intense stretch.  But I swear it's okay.  Please don't freak out while you've got your fingers in my ass.”

Kurt huffed out a shaky laugh.  “Okay.  Not freaking out.  Not freaking out.”    

Blaine gave Kurt's hand a reassuring squeeze as both boys' breathing gradually returned to normal.  “Okay,” Blaine said at last.  “I think you can move around a little now.”

Kurt tentatively slid his fingers the slightest bit in and out.  His fingertips had a little wiggle room, but his knuckles felt like they were being held in a vise.  Gradually, though, Blaine's muscles loosened up, and Kurt was able to move more easily.

Blaine released a sigh.  “That's actually starting to feel kind of good.”

“Really?”

“Would I lie to someone who has his fingers in my ass?”

(*** laughter *** fade to black ***)