Friday, August 10 – Saturday, August 11

When the six o'clock alarm rang on Friday morning, Kurt took a moment to kiss the back of Blaine's neck before rolling over to switch it off.  Turning back to his boyfriend, Kurt nuzzled into his curls.  “Time to wake up, sleepy head.”

“Mmm…  Good morning,” Blaine said, snuggling back into Kurt's arms.

Kurt gave his boyfriend a squeeze before dragging himself out of bed.  As Blaine moved to follow him, Kurt saw him wince slightly.  Memories of their previous night came flooding back, and he was instantly concerned.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine.  Just a little twinge.”

“I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean to hurt you.”

“Baby, I'm fine.  You didn't hurt me.  Now come on, let's get moving.  I don't want you blaming me if we're late for work.”

Soon the boys were walking along the path to the corral.  Kurt noticed that Blaine was moving a little more stiffly than usual.  “Honey, are you sure you're okay?” he asked, worry evident in his voice.

“Yeah, just a little sore.”

“Oh my god, Blaine, I'm so sorry.  I knew I hurt you last night.”

“Kurt, stop worrying.  I'm sure it's totally normal to be a little sore the next day.”

Kurt was not reassured, but they had reached the corral, and he didn't want to continue their conversation in front of Robert, Zach, Matthew, and Harry.  He tried to return his friends' greetings with his customary cheerfulness, but inside he was filled with remorse.  Blaine was in pain, and it was all his fault.

Since it was Friday, the other four headed out for the round up, and he and Blaine stayed behind to distribute the hay.  Once their friends were out of earshot, Kurt turned to Blaine.  “I'm so, so sorry.  I never should have tried three fingers.  I could feel how tight you were, and I should have known I was going to hurt you.  Do you want to go back to bed?  I can take care of feeding the horses by myself if you need to go lie down.”

“Don't be silly.  There's nothing wrong with me.  And if you try to deal with these hay bales on your own, then one of us really will be hurt.  Come on, stop fussing over me.”

Kurt tried to push his anxiety aside, but every time he glanced at Blaine he could see that his boyfriend was moving a little gingerly.  With each passing minute, he felt the guilt swelling inside him.  

When he saw his boyfriend grimace slightly as he bent down, Kurt started to say, “I'm sorr-” but Blaine cut him off before the words were halfway out of his mouth.

“Oh my god, Kurt, if you say ‘I'm sorry' one more time, I'm going to smack you!” he yelled, exasperated. 

At the look of shock on his boyfriend's face, Blaine quickly corrected himself.  “You know I'd never really hit you.  But you're driving me crazy here – and not in a good way.  Why won't you believe me when I say I'm okay?  It's my body, and I know how it feels.  Your fingers may have been inside me last night, but you're not in there right now, so you don't get to be the expert on how I'm feeling.  If I say you didn't hurt me, then you didn't hurt me!”

Kurt opened his mouth to respond, but Blaine held up a stilling hand.  “I hear the horses coming.  Can we drop this for now?”

Kurt nodded, and quickly finished tossing out the last few flakes of hay.  He wasn't sure how to react to Blaine's outburst.  It was so unlike his boyfriend to raise his voice, or display irritation.  Kurt just wanted to make sure that Blaine was okay.  Was his concern really that annoying?

His inner musings were cut off by the arrival of the herd, followed by the four riders.  Kurt and Blaine worked together to swing the gates closed, and to make sure that the hay was dispersed evenly, so that there would be no aggressive jockeying for position among the horses.

The riders slid down off of their mounts, allowing their horses to join the rest of the herd for breakfast.  Then all six “horse whisperers” headed for the dining hall together.

Once they were seated – large plates full of scrambled eggs, home fries, and sausages in front of them – Kurt took hold of his boyfriend's hand under the table.  “I'm sorry,” he murmured quietly.  At Blaine's look, he quickly added, “Not about last night.  About this morning.”

Blaine squeezed his hand, leaning in close to say, “Thank you.  Let's talk about it this evening, okay?”

“Okay.”

After dinner that evening, Kurt and Blaine held hands as they walked back to their bunkhouse.  Kurt had been watching his boyfriend surreptitiously all day, and he was pleased to note that Blaine seemed to be moving normally now.

When they reached the bunkhouse, Blaine pulled Kurt over to the bed and sat down.  Both boys kicked off their boots before lying down together on the lower bunk.  Kurt rolled onto his back, and Blaine snuggled against him, resting his head on Kurt's chest.

Wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, and running the fingers of one hand through his hair, Kurt said, “I didn't mean to piss you off with all of my apologies this morning.  I was just really worried about you.  You seemed like you were in pain, and you know I never want to hurt you.”

“I know.  And I'm sorry I yelled at you.  But I felt like you weren't listening to me when I kept telling you that I'm okay.  And you were acting like you did something to me, when really, we did something together.  Something that I really wanted, and really enjoyed.  And would really like to do again, by the way.  So I don't want you to have any regrets about last night.”

“No regrets,” Kurt agreed, “just love.”  

“And I'm listening now,” he added, gathering Blaine even closer.  “So tell me how you're feeling, and I promise I'll believe you.”

Blaine nuzzled up under Kurt's chin, kissing his neck.  “Okay.  Well, I do feel a little sore, but it's not a bad kind of sore.  It's more like when we first started riding again, at the beginning of the summer, and our muscles weren't used to it.  Remember?  I just feel like my body's been stretched in a new way, and so I'm more aware of it, but it doesn't actually hurt.  Do you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“And I think it's like with anything new – the more we practice, the easier it will get.”

Kurt smiled.  “That could be fun…”

Saturday evening found the boys cuddled up in bed, discussing their next “practice session.”  Kurt was trying to remember all the details of the Go Ask Alice article about how to give a prostate massage.  “They called it ‘the male hot spot,' so it's gotta be good,” he said.  “Do you want me to try, and you can see if you like it?”

Blaine hummed his agreement, trailing kisses down the side of Kurt's neck.  Kurt reached for the Target bag, which had found a convenient home under the bed.  As he pulled out the baby wipes and lube, Blaine nipped him on the shoulder.  “Someone's moving awfully fast.  Whatever happened to foreplay?”

Kurt dropped his supplies on the bed.  “I just thought I'd get everything ready now, so we don't have to interrupt ourselves later,” he explained, rolling over on top of his boyfriend.

Blaine smiled up at him.  “Well, okay then.”

Kurt brought their lips together in a lazy kiss.  Blaine responded in kind, kissing him back slow and sweet.  Kurt lost track of time as they lay together, trading kisses that gradually deepened, until both were hard and panting.  

Kurt pulled himself away from Blaine's lips to kiss his way down his boyfriend's body, fumbling with one hand to find the bottle of lube.  When he reached Blaine's cock, he paused for a moment to draw the head into his mouth and lick at the slit.  Blaine moaned, thrusting up against his tongue.  Kurt pulled off, causing Blaine to whine in protest.

Kurt sat back on his heels, flipping open the cap of the Astroglide, and coating his first two fingers.  Catching Blaine's eye, he asked, “Is this okay?”

“Definitely.”

Kurt smiled at that, bringing his index finger to Blaine's entrance and gently pushing inside.  He noted with relief that he slipped in much more easily this time.  He'd been trying not to worry, but a small part of him was still concerned about the possibility of hurting his boyfriend.  Blaine seemed relaxed, though, and his pleased little noises were music to Kurt's ears.

“Should I try two?”

“Mmmm hmmm.”

Blaine felt a little tight around his fingers, but Kurt definitely had more wiggle room than the last time.  He took advantage of this, crooking his fingers up in the beckoning motion the website had recommended.  At first he wasn't quite sure what he was looking for.  He knew immediately when he found it, though, as Blaine let out a low moan that was unmistakably pleasure rather than pain.  

“Oh my god, that was amazing.  Do it again.”

Kurt was more than happy to oblige.  He stroked rhythmically along the bundle of nerve endings, causing Blaine to cry out with every press of his fingertips.  

Using his free hand to anchor his boyfriend's hips to the bed, Kurt leaned forward and took Blaine's cock into his mouth.  He continued to rub against Blaine's prostate as his boyfriend thrashed wildly beneath him.  Soon Blaine was coming, hot, down his throat.

Kurt could feel Blaine's muscles clenching around his fingers.  He carefully pulled them out, quickly cleaning himself off with a baby wipe.  

Blaine reached for him, drawing him down into a tight embrace.  Kurt could feel Blaine's heart beating franticly against his chest, and hear his ragged breathing in his ear.  He held on tightly, trying to steady his boyfriend with the weight of his body.  Gradually, Blaine's heart rate slowed, and his breathing calmed.  

Kurt lifted himself up slightly to gaze into his boyfriend's dazed eyes.  “How do you feel?”

It took Blaine a moment to find his voice to answer.  “Un-fucking-believable.”