The Beach House – Chapter Eight – Maine

“How much longer?” Daniel asked from the backseat of the SUV.

“About another hour, son. Are you hungry? We can stop if you need to go potty,” Blaine told his little boy. Daniel was very good at riding in the car, but the long drive was a little tiring for all of them.

“I dont have to go potty, but my tummy is hungry. Is it lunchtime, Daddy?”

“I think it is! How about we stop in the next little town and get some food. What do you want to eat?” Blaine asked.

“I dont know. What is there?” Danny asked, zooming his toy airplane around. He had a stack of picture books, but had gotten tired of those fifty miles back. Kurt turned in his seat to look back at Danny.

“I was reading this tourist booklet we got at the music box museum. It says there is a famous restaurant that serves lobster rolls there: Reds. Its up the road a little ways in Wiscasset. Do you like lobster, Danny?” Kurt asked.

“I dont know. Do I like wobsters, Daddy?” Danny asked his dad, who had pulled over to the side of the road to glance at a map.

“I dont think you ever had one. Remember when we ate at Auntie Quinns last month? She served shrimp. Did you like that?” Blaine asked.

“Are those the curvy pink things with tails? We dipped them in red sauce that looked like catsup but tasted like burning,” Danny replied.

Kurt and Blaine both laughed.

“Yes, those things,” Blaine agreed.

“I liked them, but not the sauce. Uncle Cooper took the sauce away and let me dip mine in mayonnaise. It was good. Ginny put lemon on hers,” Danny informed them.

“Okay, well, lobster tastes a lot like those shrimp. I can get you something else if you dont want the lobster,” Blaine offered.

“Do they have shrimp?” Danny asked.

“I dont know. Well see when we get there,” Blaine ended the conversation. Danny leaned back, a smile on his face. He liked being included in the grown-ups plans.

It wasnt long before they were in Wiscassett, driving along Route 1 when they saw the long line of customers queuing up at the red and white shack to buy the best seafood on the East Coast – or so it claimed in Yankee Magazine. The simple sign read “Reds Eats” - it was not a fancy restaurant.

“Two lobster rolls, one oyster roll, and a shrimp basket, please,” Kurt gave the pert young girl behind the counter his order. “Three lemonades, too. Oh, and can I get that shrimp with mayonnaise instead of cocktail sauce?” Kurt asked. He paid and picked up the paper sacks, smelling the delicious odors coming from them as he walked to where Blaine and Daniel were waiting for him. His mouth was watering by the time he got there.

There were picnic benches behind Reds, overlooking the water where Blaine was waiting with Danny. They had gone to get a good place to set up for lunch.

Walking across the street, Kurt got a flash of a dream he once had – married to Blaine and sharing lunch in a neighborhood park, their children playing nearby. They would clean up after they ate and maybe feed the ducks in the lake or walk their dog. It was a dream hed had most of his life. He shook his head and dodged away from a car driving slowly down the street. Hed been lost in the dream and didnt even see the car.

“Mr. Kurt! Why didnt you look both ways?” Danny shouted at Kurt from where they sat on the bench. “Daddy told me this morning that you have to look both ways before you cross a street!”

Kurt sat down at the picnic table and smiled at Danny.

“Im sorry. Your Daddy is right, I should look both ways,” he said, blushing at being caught daydreaming.

“You okay?” Blaine asked, his face full of concern.

“Yes. I just got caught up with something in my head. Im fine,” Kurt replied, smiling at Blaine.

“Ready to eat?” Blaine asked Danny and the boy grinned, sitting up straight on his booster chair they had brought from the car.

Kurt handed out the food. He set the shrimp basket in front of Danny and gave him a fork, then put a lobster roll in front of Blaine and himself. Last, he cut the oyster roll in half and split it between the two adults.

“Hey, Danny, would you like to try a piece of lobster? Or a bite of fried oyster?” Kurt offered.

“Yes, sir, I would. You can have a bite of my shrimp, too,” the polite boy offered.

“Thank you, Id love to try it,” Kurt smiled. Danny was the most polite, cutest kid hed ever met.

They exchanged bits of their lunch. Danny loved the lobster and ended up eating almost half of Kurts roll, though he didnt care as much for the oysters. Kurt just laughed and gave him as much as he wanted while Blaine rolled his eyes good-naturedly. He knew giving the boy a bite of his food could mean losing most of it – and he wasnt wrong, but Kurt just seemed happy Danny was having a good time.

“Thank you, Mr. Kurt. That wobster was as good as my shrimps. Daddy says nice people share. Am I a nice person?” Daniel asked. He was tired from the long drive and yawned.

“You are one of the nicest people Ive ever met, Danny,” Kurt said, his voice betraying his emotions.

“Just like my daddy?” Danny asked.

“Yes, just like your daddy,” Kurt agreed. Danny came over and leaned against Kurt, closing his eyes.

“Are we going to sleep here in the park?” he asked, covering his mouth when he yawned again.

“No, honey. Well drive into Lubec. It isnt that far away,” Blaine said. He was feeling happy, seeing how close Kurt and Danny were becoming. “Lets get back in the car.”

Kurt picked up the small boy, glad to be able to hold him close as he fell asleep on the short walk back to the car. He opened the back door, setting the boy carefully into his seat and buckling it. Hed gotten a big surprise this morning when he found that Blaine had never sold the Navigator. It had been Kurts since high school and he sold it to Blaine when they left for college. It was still in mint condition, Blaine took very good care of it.

They drove up to the house just before sunset. Danny had slept most of the last leg of the trip and was blinking awake. Blaine and Kurt had been sharing driving duties, holding hands over the console just like when they were in high school. They sang along to the songs on the radio and chatted about the things they had done in the past few years. It was comfortable as they fell back into the habits they had from years ago. Both of them were too shy to talk details of their possible future together yet, and neither wanted it talk about it in front of Danny.

“Where is the ocean?” Danny asked. “Can we go swimming when we get there?” he looked up at his daddy.

“We are here, silly. The ocean is in back of the house, kiddo, and its too dark to go see it tonight. As for swimming – no, the water is too cold this far north. We can wade in the small pools on the beach, but not out into the water. Besides, you cant swim!” Blaine told his son, laughing at the pouty face he got.

“Aw, I think youll have a good time anyway. We can look for things on the beach tomorrow. Youll see, it will be fun. Your dad and I used to go beach combing when we visited your great grandparents here,” Kurt tried to cheer the little boy up.

Blaine parked the Navigator and they unpacked the car.

“I have the cooler – Ill just get the groceries put away and start some supper,” Kurt offered and Danny ran to help him.

“If I didnt know better, Id say Danny likes you better,” Blaine teased his friend. Kurt smiled, but it was hard. He didnt want Blaine to think he was trying to take his place with his son. Hed have to tread carefully.

“I think its just the novelty of having someone else around, Bee. By the end of the week Ill be out of his thoughts,” Kurt tried to soothe the man. He went over and put his arms around Blaine, hugging him close.

“I know. I was joking...” Blaine said, but he didnt let go of Kurt for a few more minutes.

After supper, which Kurt and Danny made together, they sat by the fireplace in the parlor. Blaine was sitting on the long sofa, Kurt leaning into his side and Danny snuggled between them in his flannel pajamas. They were toasting marshmallows.

“Daddy likes them almost burned!” Danny told Kurt, making a face of disgust.

“They are not burned, they are golden brown,” Blaine argued. Kurt laughed. He was well aware of Blaines love of blackened marshmallows.

“How do you like them, Danny?” Kurt asked.

“Just warm, not gooey. I dont like it when they get sticky goo on my hands,” Danny shared.

“I think weve had our share of marshmallows, Danny. Its time for bed,” Blaine announced.

“Can Mr. Kurt tell me a story?” he asked, his eyes pleading.

“Sure, but lets ask if he wants to do that,” Blaine suggested.

“Mr. Kurt, would you like to tell me and Daddy a story?” The small boy asked, his bright eyes looking up at his new friend.

“Of course, lets go,” Kurt said, getting up from the sofa. He was tired from the long drive and happy to be in this place that held such good memories.

“You come up, too, Daddy, in case Mr. Kurt tells a scary story,” Danny asked, tugging on his fathers hand.

They walked up the staircase, taking Danny to the back bedroom. He was tucked in by both his dad and Kurt, then the adults sat in the two rocking chairs. Kurt told him the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears and Danny laughed through the whole story when Kurt made the voices all different. When the story was over, Danny turned to his father.

“Can you sing to me, Daddy?” he asked, trying to stifle a yawn.

“Maybe Kurt will sing with me?” Blaine said, looking at Kurt. He nodded, soBlaine started the song:

“Hush, little baby, dont say a word, Papas gonna buy you a mocking bird

If that mocking bird dont sing, Papas gonna buy you a diamond ring...”

Kurt chimed in the next line:

“If that diamond ring turns brass, Papas gonna buy you a looking glass,

If that looking glass gets broke, Papas gonna buy you a billy goat,

If that billy goat wont pull, Papas gonna buy you a cart and bull,

If that cart and bull turn over, Papas gonna buy you a dog named Rover,

If that dog named Rover wont bark, Papas gonna buy you a pony cart,

If that pony cart breaks down, youre still the sweetest little baby in town.”

Danny was sound asleep, teddy bear in his arms and a sweet smile on his face. Blaine kissed his cheek, pulling the warm blankets over his shoulder. Kurt patted him gently on the shoulder, then glanced at the boys father. Blaine nodded and Kurt kissed his cheek, too.

They walked down the stairs, each with their own thoughts as they went to the kitchen and washed the dishes, put things away, and swept the floor.

“Walk on the beach?” Kurt asked.

“Sure. I just need to be close enough to hear if Daniel wakes up,” Blaine said, looking over at Kurt to be sure that was okay.

“Of course. I just thought we could sit out back. Its a full moon tonight, we can see the light on the water,” Kurt said. Blaine smiled and put out his hand for Kurt, who took it as they grabbed cardigans and walked down to the beach.

“The ground is dry, would you like to sit?” Kurt asked and Blaine sat next to him. They looked up at the night sky, so full of stars now that they were away from the lights of New York.

“So beautiful...” Blaine said.

“It is, and just the way I remember it,” Kurt replied.

“No, Kurt. I dont mean the beach – or the sky. I mean you. You are still the most beautiful man I have ever seen.”

Tears gathered in Kurts eyes. He had missed Blaine, missed being loved and cared for. His throat closed up, his emotions choking him.

“Oh, angel. I never stopped loving you, never stopped thinking about you...” Blaine whispered in Kurts ear. He took the man in his arms, holding him close. “You never gave up on us, really, did you?”

“Blaine...I didnt. Some days I gave up on myself, I didnt even know if I was good enough for anyone to love. It was dark for a while. I dont want to dwell on those days...”

“Then we wont. What do you think about just going forward from here? We wont drown in the sadness of what happened. We can go on from this day,” Blaine asked, his eyes on Kurts.

“Yes...we can do that, baby,” he smiled up at Blaine, leaning up to kiss his soft lips. It was gentle and said what he wanted to without the words he didnt know how to articulate.

They kissed for a while, each kiss getting more intense. Kurt moved to sit on Blaines lap. Their arms were wrapped tightly around the other, suddenly desperate to be as close as possible.

“Blaine...please...”

“Please what, angel...what do you need?”

“You. Can we go back inside? Im getting cold out here and I want to go to bed with you,” Kurt whispered into Blaines skin as he tried to get closer, his lips moving down Blaines neck.

“Lets go...” Blaine stood up, offering Kurt his hand and pulling him to his feet.

They went back inside, locking the door behind them and going up the stairs to the bedroom.

“Can I undress you?” Blaine asked, lighting a candle beside the bed.

“Oh, Id like that,” Kurt said, a little embarrassed at the need in his voice. He had missed having Blaines hands on him.

Blaine took a deep breath, afraid something would go wrong and Kurt would not want him. His hands shook as he unbuttoned the oxford shirt, one button at a time. He took his time with it, the hot desire for Kurts body growing with each inch of skin showing. When all the buttons were gone, he slipped the fabric down Kurts shoulders. Blaine was very careful with Kurts clothes, folding the shirt neatly and setting it on the bench at the end of the bed.

He turned back to see Kurts shy smile, something that hadnt changed with time. It brought forth so many memories of the two of them – kisses stolen in dark alcoves in the school basement, heavy petting sessions in the Hummels house with the bedroom door left a few inches open and ears listening for Burts steps on the stairs. So many memories.

Blaine brought himself back to the present when he heard Kurt whine quietly, discretely palming his crotch until Blaine removed his jeans.

Blaine wasnt far behind, taking off his own clothes until they were both naked and sitting close to each other on the bed. The single candle and the light from the fireplace were enough for Blaine to see Kurts slight blush.

“Oh, my stars in heaven....Kurt, you are just as beautiful as I remember,” Blaine whispered and reached out his hand, but stopped before he made contact - as if he were too afraid to touch the body laid out in front of him.

“Blaine? Can we – I want – so badly....” Kurt stammered, unable to speak an entire sentence. “Please...” was all he could think or say.

Blaine knew that right now he had to be strong for both of them.

He lay down next to Kurt, careful to only touch his arm at first. He knew Kurt could be skittish and didnt want him to withdraw. Leaning forward, Blaine let his lips touch Kurts neck, unable to stop humming as he began to satisfy the yearning for this man hed endured for the past years. The ache of anticipation made him feel like a teenager once again.

“Angel, can I touch you?” he asked, barely pulling back from Kurts skin to speak.

“You dont need to ask, babe...you can do anything,” Kurt replied, his eyes closing, savoring the mounting pressure in his body as he waited for Blaine to touch him.

Blaine was unsure of what to do next, so he cleared his mind and just trusted his body to know what Kurt needed. His mouth followed the curve of Kurts neck, down to where it met his shoulder. The sigh and half-giggle he elicited from Kurt sent shivers down his spine. Following the clavicle to the other side, Blaine opened his mouth to kiss along this shoulder.

“Blaine....”

He couldnt stop now, wanting to devour Kurt whole. Blaine went from open-mouth kisses to actual licking as he neared Kurts nipple. Kurt was never as sensitive on or around his nipples as Blaine was himself, but that didnt mean he didnt enjoy it.

Kurts hands were not still. He was running them down Blaines back, rubbing his spine and slowing as he reached the curve of cheeks. Blaine had the most perfect ass Kurt had ever seen and it had only gotten better over time. He stroked down each cheek, squeezing lightly and pulling Blaine closer. As Blaines hips got closer, Kurt turned so he was underneath his love and Blaines body took over, pressing Kurt hard into the mattress.

“Blaine....yes, please...” Kurt whispered into his neck, kissing the warm skin. His back arched and his hips bucked up before he could think to restrain himself, and it was greeted with a deep moan as their bodies fit together, shafts touching as they pressed together harder.

“Kurt, my angel, tell me what you want...Ill give you anything, just say it,” Blaine pleaded. He wanted to top Kurt, but was afraid of doing it without permission and he didnt want to sway him. He genuinely wanted to have a direction to go with all of this pent-up arousal and energy.

“Blaine...I want you inside me. Please, baby, Ive dreamed of it, craved it, wanted it for too long. I need you like I need air to breathe,” Kurt whispered, scared to say it at first, but then blurting it out. He didnt want to wake up and find this was a dream.

Blaine reached over to the table and palmed the small bottle of lubricant gel hed placed there earlier. He didnt exactly expect to be having sex with Kurt tonight – they had just found each other once again and he didnt want to assume anything. He knew it was a possibility, and the memory of a hot make-out session from years ago when they had nothing but saliva to use as lubricant crowded his mind and he remembered it was not very successful. So he had prepared ahead of time.

“Blaine?” Kurt asked, feeling that his partner was not in the moment with him. “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing is wrong, honey. Im just a bit overwhelmed,” he admitted.

“We dont have to do anything, it is not obligatory you know. We both need to have our heads in the game if were going to do this. I couldnt stand it if you regretted anything...” Kurt said, poised to stop and get dressed if Blaine was truly so hesitant. Hed never force anything on Blaine, he was too frightened of the man leaving him once again. He could feel his cock getting soft at the thought.

“Kurt, I want this, I want you...Im just trying to slow down a bit. Were letting the lust take over,” Blaine said, then kissed Kurt deep and long. His hands went down over Kurts ribs, feeling each one as he continued. Kurt was not ticklish, so it was fine. Blaines hand brushed over Kurts erection and he knew it was not as hard as before. He cursed himself for introducing doubt into their night together.

Blaine kissed Kurt again, his lips soft and gentle. He could spend eternity just kissing this man. Blaine lifted Kurts hips to slide along and create the friction they both wanted as their cocks met.

“Ahhhhh...” Kurt whined, wanting more. Memories of past experience rushed into Blaines brain. He knew each and every whine or moan Kurts voice was capable of making and this was him asking for more.

“Will you turn for me, angel?” Blaine whispered, his voice husky with desire. As Kurt did so, Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurts stomach, just touching the tender skin there as he supported and guided his lover. Blaine kissed the nape of his neck, knowing it was one of Kurts erogenous zones. He was rewarded with a sigh and Kurts back muscles tightened under his hands. Blaine went on kissing with open mouth as he went slowly down Kurts spine. He loved the noise Kurt made as he got closer to the dip in his back, resorting to using his tongue to get Kurt to moan again.

Kurt settled on his stomach, arms bent and hands under the pillow. Blaine was holding him up a little, making room for Kurts erection to grow against the mattress.

Kurt was steadily chanting now, saying Blaines name along with other nonsense words. Blaine trembled a bit in anticipation. Kurt jumped as Blaine kissed his round cheeks, gently parting them and rubbing his slick fingers over Kurts entrance. He enjoyed the encouraging moans and whines as he placed his index finger at Kurts entrance.

“I want you, baby. I want you so much right now,” Blaine said into Kurts skin, lightheaded with the thought of what was about to happen.

He pressed gently and breached the tight sphincter, massaging it to loosen the muscle. The last thing he wanted was to hurt his lover, and he knew how long it had been since Kurt had done this.

“Baby, youre going to have to relax if you want my cock in here...” Blaines low voice came gently. He did not want to hurt or tear this precious man and if he shoved himself in now that is what would happen.

Kurts head was dizzy, lost in the dream of being with Blaine once again. After the break-up, he had never dared to hope things would turn out like this, but here he was, about to do something he had never done with anyone but Blaine. To say he was a bundle of nerves was an understatement.

“Are you sure you want this so soon, Kurt? We can just...pleasure each other, it doesnt have to be intercourse you know. We can work up to that if youd rather.”

It just about killed Blaine to say that – what if Kurt said no? Blaine tried not to think too far ahead.

“Blaine...weve waited too long. I want you...please?” Kurt was all out begging now, and his voice was shaky.

Blaine went on massaging him, gently stretching and making sure the sphincter was relaxed enough for comfort. He continued adding more lube, making sure it was warm, then he eventually added another finger. Kurt could feel him massaging his prostate, the tingling heat filling his senses as he let Blaine in. His blood was thundering in his ears and his cock was as hard as he could ever remember it being. All he wanted was for Blaine to just take him – as hard and fast as he could.

“Yes...Blaine....Im ready,” Kurt begged, his breath coming in fast panting gulps of air.

“Okay, angel.”

Blaine got back on his knees and gently turned Kurt to his side. Lying down in back of him, he hugged his arms around Kurts waist, tugging the man closer.

“Blaine? Can we...umm...I want to see you,” Kurt whined, then caught himself. He realized he would be happy no matter what position they were in.

Blaine held his lover tighter, kissing softly along the nape of his neck, knowing how sensitive Kurt was here. He reached a hand around to stroke him, amazed at how hard Kurt was now. He needed to diffuse the mounting pressure so they could both relax and enjoy this. If Blaine had his way, this was just the first time of many, many to come. Blaine needed to tell Kurt what was happening before his heart exploded.

“How long has it been, baby? Years? I dont want to tear you, honey. This is the easiest way to start, your muscles will be less tense this way,” Blaine explained. He was holding Kurt, kissing his neck and nuzzling into his hair to give him enough comfort for him to relax.

“Oh....I remember our first time. It was after the opening night of West Side Story...” Kurts voice hitched. He was letting his nerves get the best of him, chattering on and on when Blaine was holding him so close. He stopped talking, shifting his hips back to rub against Blaine.

“I remember that night, too, angel...Id been so scared that things would go wrong, that I would hurt you. It turned out okay, though....I think tonight will, too,” he said, kissing along Kurts shoulder.

He didnt say anything else, just adjusted his hand to massage Kurt open, to be sure one last time that he was ready. The hum of encouragement sounded like a purr and assured him Kurt was more than ready and he pressed against him, holding a cheek gently to the side to create a better access. He listened closely to be sure he didnt hurt Kurt as he pushed in.

The intensity of being inside Kurt almost made Blaines heart burst. This overwhelming pleasure, the heat and velvety smoothness made Blaine hide his face in Kurts back to keep his voice from shouting. He couldnt stop his hips from thrusting forward until the heavy warmth of his balls were cradled against Kurts ass and Kurt gasped.

The slick coating of lubricant that had paved the way for Bee to slide in unobstructed had pulled the breath from Kurts lungs as he kept his pace very slow and smooth. Kurt whined a little, asking for him to go faster, but Blaine kept the slow and steady pace. He knew if he had pushed any faster hed come – it was hard not to when he felt the pressure, the warmth, everything that was Kurt surround him. He didnt even know how much hed missed this.

Blaine found it was difficult to pick up a steady rhythm while on his side, which was perhaps why it was the best for beginners. Any excitement the top experienced wouldnt automatically turn into fast, hard friction and cause damage of the delicate tissues involved. All of this ran through Blaines mind as he kept the steady, slow movement. Kurt continued to moan, whine, or hum showing his intense pleasure. Hed always been quiet when they made love, never one to shout or swear very much. He internalized it, keeping a lid on the mounting pressure as he built up to the crescendo. Blaine wasnt fooled, he knew Kurt would never be like other men and he was proud of the fact that he knew and understood Kurt better than anyone.

He hoped and prayed that was still true.

“Blaine...oh, thats good, baby...so good...” Kurt murmured, pushing back now as it got easier. Blaine was having trouble keeping himself in check. He wanted to pound into Kurt, thrust and push until the heat built up to its inevitable end...but a much larger part of him wanted this to last forever, wanted to give Kurt every bit of what he needed without the unnecessary ache the next day.

Blaine could see that Kurt was taking it so easily now, he was meeting each thrust with one of his own. Kurts voice, low and raw, rasped out now as it got deeper, moaning with an abandon that had never been there before.

“Do you want to change positions?” Blaine asked, his mouth just an inch behind Kurts ear.

“Yes, you will still be on top, Ill just turn over you mean?” Kurt got out, his voice shaky.

“Of course, anything...”

Blaine pulled out, regret the first thing on his mind, but knowing he would only be out for a few moments. Kurt turned on his back, his arms greeting Blaine as the man lowered himself onto Kurts chest and knelt between Kurts knees. He slid back in, finding he still had to push to do so.

“Youre so tight, Kurt. Is this okay? Im not hurting you, am I?” he asked, a note of worry in his words.

“No...its good, so good....” Kurt moaned, his voice curling around Blaines ear and making the man shiver down his spine. Even Kurts voice was making him lightheaded tonight.

Blaine pushed back in, taking his time and going as far as he could, savoring the pressure and feel of being inside the man he loved. Each time he was close, he slowed down again, changing rhythm so he could hold on once more. Kurts hand reached for his cock, instinct taking over.

“No, angel...let me,” Blaine whispered, gently grasping Kurts hand and moving it away. He cupped Kurts shaft in his own hand, pumping slowly in tempo with his rhythm and running his thumb over the head each time as he remembered how much Kurt liked that.

“Blaine...I cant wait, its too....oh, God....” Kurt said. Blaines eyes were on Kurt as the younger man came undone, his eyes tightly closed and his mouth open in ecstasy as he pulsed copious amounts of fluid from his body to run warm down Blaines hand to pool on his stomach. It was just that scene that pushed Blaine beyond his limit. He was still holding Kurt and feeling his lovers orgasm as if it were his own. Hed been ready to climax since the first press into Kurts body and he was out of denials now. The long lost feeling of warmth and care and love surrounded him as he came hard into Kurt, his missing piece, the love of his life. Blaine closed his eyes and blessed the stars that he had his angel back.