Midnight, Dorm Room at Dalton

Kurt thrashed in the bed, almost pushing Blaine to the floor. The startled boy sat up, looking to see what was amiss. Kurt was still moving, his voice a high whine and his hands clutching the blankets.

Blaine tried to get hold of him to try and calm him down as he wondered what exactly was the cause of this nocturnal explosion. He knew Kurt had been having dreams, some of them the same dreams Blaine himself had been having, but he needed to wake the poor boy up and get him back to his senses before he could get any answers.

As Blaine attempted to get his arms around his boyfriend, Kurt pushed his hand under the waistband of his pajama pants and grabbed his hard erection....

Earlier that evening...

Kurt had fallen asleep quickly this time. His mind had been in a state of chaos, the emotions coming and going and swirling in patterns. He had told himself very sternly that he was going to have a calm sleep and then wake up rested and in a better frame of mind. Instead, a few hours after falling asleep:

Kurt was walking through the backyard of the Anderson mansion. It was almost dark, the sun had begun slipping behind the edge of the Earth but Kurt was on a mission to bring flowers to Blaine. Carrying a wicker basket, some rose shears, and gardening gloves to protect his hands from thorns he hurried his step to find the perfect roses before the sun disappeared altogether. The rose bed that contained his favorite fragrant peach, ginger, and peace roses was towards the back of the garden, so he walked quietly along the path to avoid being chased or pinched by the aggressive peacock that roamed the yard, protecting his harem of peahens.

As he walked by the gazebo, he heard an interesting noise. It sounded like two men whispering. In real life, Kurt had the manners not to disturb others when they were having a private conversation, but Dream Kurt seemed to be missing those instincts. He crept closer, almost crawling along the far side of the gazebo, until he could see what was going on.

There sat Buddy and Andy, cuddled close on the padded seat of a large chaise lounge. It was easily large enough to hold the couple with room left over.

Kurt could see now that this was a romantic encounter and in spite of his conscious telling him that he should leave immediately, he stayed and almost held his breath when Andy pulled Buddy close and kissed him. A sexy moan came from Buddy as he kissed Andy deeper and began unbuttoning his shirt. Andy took the idea and followed suit, the two of them shirtless in just a few minutes. The lust showed on the faces of both men, hot and sexy and undeniable.

“Buddy, come closer, honey, kiss me deeper...I want your tongue now, pleaseee,” Andy begged. Kurt was blushing and he could feel the tingling of his blood as it kept on, the blush going all over his face and neck, the prickle of blood was felt on his skin, even his ears were hot. This was unusual because he was also feeling cold in spite of the warm weather.

Buddy obeyed, locking his mouth on Andys and Kurt could see the muscles of his neck and jaw moving under his skin. Kurt could hear their panting breath, the gasps as they explored their bodies. Andy was unbuttoning Buddys jeans, then helping him out of them. Buddy returned the favor, licking and kissing across Andys chest.

“Did you bring the oil?” he mumbled into Andys ear, then took the lobe in his teeth and nibbled at it.

“Yeah...its over there, under the cushion at the end of the chaise,” Andy said before moaning at the stimulation on his ear lobe. Buddy shifted his weight, reaching over to get the small bottle of mineral oil.

“Andy...please, can you?” Buddy begged, pulling back to look into Andys eyes as if he were afraid of the answer.

“Buddy, of course. My god, I have wanted this as much as you have, maybe longer...but are you going to be okay with this? I know weve talked, but I thought you were still hesitant?” Andy whispered in his lovers ear. Buddys skin was covered with gooseflesh and he trembled in Andys arms.

Kurt felt even more chilly – although it must be 85 degrees this evening. He shifted his spot to get a closer look at these two men and what they were doing. It was strange, Kurt was feeling the same way he did when Blaine had kissed him and they let themselves lose all of their inhibitions. It was exhilarating and puzzling at the same time. He swallowed several times and licked his lips. The thought that he was a voyeur in this scenario never crossed his mind.

The two in the gazebo went back to their kissing, but by this time both men were naked and touching each other with deliberate intention. Andy caressed Buddys back, slowly moving down his spine.

“Lay down on your back, honey,” Andy said, gently pushing his lover into the seat of the chaise, kissing his chest as they shifted into comfortable positions. Andy took the bottle of mineral oil and dripped quite a bit of it onto his hand. Buddy was squirming underneath his lover, trying to rub his erection on Andys leg. He was still a bit apprehensive – a feeling that was blooming in Kurts mind, too.

“Calm down, love, Im here. Now, this might be a little bit cold but it will warm up quickly,” he said, shifting once again to give his fingers a clear path to his destination. Buddy shifted his weight, but didnt pull away. Andy stroked Buddys legs with his dry hand for a moment. “Move your legs open, honey...”

The look on Buddys face was only a small bit more shocked than Kurts. As Kurt watched Andy stroke Buddys hard cock, he realized he was holding his own. He might be stroking it even, but the feeling was so intense that he considered leaving to find a deserted place to bring himself some relief. He discarded that idea almost immediately – he was going to see this through.

“Andy...oh....yesss,” Buddy whispered. His agitation masked with the breathy words.

Andy was rubbing his fingers around Buddys entrance, the oil making it slick and warm. Buddy was so tense that his muscles were standing out in profile and Kurt could see every movement. He even imagined he could feel it - Andys finger swirling around his hole. Kurt gasped, his hands flying to his mouth to cover the noise. It appeared as if neither of the lovers had heard him in their lust because they didnt stop, didnt even glance his way.

Kurt tried to move to a new position because the way he was crouched, it was causing pressure on his ass and he was reacting to the stimulus. That was what he told himself anyway. He better hold his cock so he wouldnt inadvertently whine or make any other sound.

Andy was pressing harder and Buddy was moaning, then his eyes closed and he was panting to catch his breath while Andy breached the sphincter muscle and entered him. Buddy almost bucked him off, the feeling was so astonishing.

“Andy...Andy...oh, please, is there more? Say theres more...” Buddy wailed, subconsciously moving his legs farther apart to let Andy in further.

Kurt had to lie down now, he didnt need to peer through the darkness to try to see what the lovers were up to, he realized he was feeling everything Buddy was feeling and his reaction, while mixed with trepidation and a more than a bit of fear, was the same. He wanted Andy to move faster, to try to fit a second finger in. He didnt have to wait long. When Kurt felt the added finger, he moaned aloud, smacking his hand across his mouth to keep them from hearing him.

Once again they didnt seem to know he was there and kept on with their love making. Kurt was now on his back, his hand down his shorts as the elastic stretched taut with the pressure of Kurts arm under it. He didnt notice that at all, the only thing he was aware of was the craving for Andy to do more. Kurt kept his hard cock in his hand, just barely stroking it as all his senses were gathered to feel what Andy was doing to Buddy.

“Oh, my god, Andy...” Buddy moaned. In the back of his mind, he remembered something he had read in one of the contraband magazines: that when doing this there was a place where a gland could be rubbed and it would bring....Oh! Yes, there! Maybe Andy read the same magazine...then Buddys mind left all conscious thought and the rising heat inside of him took over anything he might be thinking. It had felt so good already, but this...this was so beyond what he had ever imagined...

Kurt was gasping from the feeling. He had been contemplating how it was that he was feeling all the physical things being done to Buddy, and he wondered briefly if he was going to be feeling the emotional ones. So far it was limited to physical, but that was as far as Kurt thought because the warmth curling around his spine, the roil deep inside his belly, pushed out all thoughts of a speculative nature. No, it was all physical and Kurt stopped trying to understand and just let himself feel.

“Andy...there, there, THERE...” his lover shouted as Andys third finger slid its way into Buddy and his own hand went to his cock to gently stroke it as the heat built up to its limit. He was so overwhelmed he went silent as his orgasm crested and he was gripping the pad and frame of the chaise lounge, every muscle in his body taut and shaking.

Kurt was experiencing the same thing. His body recognized how to respond to this and he was ejaculating, the warm semen spilling from his clenched hand, dripping between his fingers and running down his belly to the gravel path where Kurt lay.

~ KB ~

Blaine sat up, staring now at Kurt as he moaned and clutched at himself, his hand pumping vigorously under the blanket. He was twisting in the bed and crying out.

“Kurt...whats wrong, baby?” Blaine asked, although he had an inkling what was going on. Kurts movements slowed and he lay limp on the bed, crying in his sleep.

Blaine scooted closer, lying down and gathering Kurt to his side, cuddling him in his arms as the boy continued to twitch and shake for a few moments. He finally settled down when Blaine stroked his cheek, whispering that he was fine, there wasnt anything here to hurt him.

Kurt opened his eyes, still blind to who he was with and spoke in a broken voice:

“Andy? Andy, where did you go? Buddy? Come back...”

“Kurt, whats going on? Are you alright?” Blaine asked as he kissed his forehead, still stroking his face.

Kurt shook his head, his eyes coming into focus.

“Oh...Blaine? Is Andy here?” Kurt asked, sounding desperate.

“No, baby. Dont you remember? Andy died, you were with him,” Blaine said, then regretted saying it so bluntly. Kurt looked about to break down.

“Oh, Kurt...its okay. I know you miss him, but hes in a better place now,” Blaine tried to placate him. He may not believe in heaven, but it might comfort Kurt.

“Hes...yeah, I know. He died, but Blaine, hes with Buddy now. I saw them...” Kurt said, as though convincing Blaine was the most important thing on his mind.

“I know, baby, Ive seen them in my dreams, too.”

They sat together for a few minutes, just sharing the time and thinking. Kurt settled his hand in his lap and jumped.

“Ewww...” he gasped. Hed felt the dampness in his pajamas and realized what it was. “Ill be right back,” he promised and got out of bed, stopping by his dresser before going into the bathroom. Blaine heard the shower start and followed him.

“Hey, Kurt...is everything okay?” he asked.

“Ah...yeah...Ill be out in a few minutes and we can maybe drink a mug of milk before going back to sleep?”

“Okay,” Blaine said, then saw Kurts discarded pajama pants in a bunch on the floor. He picked them up to place in the hamper when a strong scent of sex assailed his nostrils. He looked down and realized that Kurt had come in his pants. Well, that was possible, but as far as Blaine knew, Kurt hadnt had a wet dream since they had been together. What the hell was going on? Was this the reason for Kurts strange actions when he woke up? Blaine put the pajamas in the hamper and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Blaine went to the kitchen – well, they called it the kitchen, but it was a space with a table and a hotplate, a small refrigerator under the table. He got out the milk and poured enough for two in the small pan and set it to warm on the hotplate as he got out the Dutch process chocolate to make hot cocoa. He heard the shower turn off as the milk was ready and he put the rest of the ingredients in the pan and stirred. He added a few grains of salt to each cup, stirred, and added a few fresh marshmallows to each one. Placing them on a tray, he added a plate of sugar cookies that Trents mom had sent over the day before.

Kurt came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped into a turban on his head. Blaine laughed at the sight as he always did. Kurt did not use a dryer on his hair, he just wrapped it for a while and then styled it as it dried in the room air. He was wearing the smoking jacket his dad had given him last year, telling him he looked like Noel Coward, but he better not take up smoking – no matter how elegant a cigarette holder looked. Blaine smiled at the memory, but his attention was back on Kurt when he came over to sit next to him on the overstuffed sofa.

“Oh, that smells divine,” Kurt cooed, picking up one of the cups and wrapping his fingers around it.

“Thanks. Now, care to tell me what that was all about?” Blaine asked. Kurts head jerked around to stare at Blaines tone of voice.

“What? What is it you think Im not telling you?” Kurt asked, irritated all of a sudden.

“Did you have a dream? You know you were talking in your sleep, you sounded upset,” Blaine countered. He was beginning to wonder what Kurt was dreaming about...or whom.

“I dont know, it was fuzzy and disjointed,” he glossed over the dream.

“You dont recall any of it?” Blaine was really staring now. Kurt wasnt good at lying and he appeared to be nervous. He didnt know if it would be worse if he told the truth that he had gotten off watching two other men having sex or if he didnt tell Blaine the truth. He sighed and took several sips of the cocoa. Blaine could make the best cocoa in the world.

“This is delicious, Blaine. Thank you for fixing it for us. Its perfect,” Kurt tried to change the subject.

“Thank you for your generous praise, Kurt,” Blaine said formally, trying to think of how to get the truth out of him. It was patently obvious that he was not telling the truth or that he was only saying part of it. Blaine was feeling a bit angry, but he didnt want this to turn into a fight. The look in Kurts eyes was so vulnerable. Blaine wanted to help – and there had to be a reason Kurt was so upset.

Blaine set his mug down next to Kurts. He reached over to take Kurts hand in his and brought it to his lips. He gave the boy a sweet kiss, looking into his eyes the whole time.

“Baby, is it something private that you dont want to talk about? I can respect that. Just let me in a little bit. Please, my love? Cant I help?” he asked, wondering how to get through to his boyfriend. It was all getting mixed up now – the first months had been deceiving. They had made everything so easy and carefree. Blaine knew it was expected that they as boys turning into men were at an emotional time of their lives. He knew they would be going through some puzzling and tough times, but he had seen it as a time for Kurt and himself to grow closer as they learned to rely on each other.

Kurt picked up his cup once more and sipped the sweet chocolate, gaining time before he told Blaine what was bothering him. Well, it wasnt exactly bothering him – it was hard to figure out and it was such a private thing that he was unsure of how to proceed. He drank the last sip of the cocoa, his tongue sticking out to lick the chocolate residue off the edge of the cup. Blaines eyes were out on stocks, staring at Kurts tongue as it took in the chocolate and licked around Kurts lips.

Blaine coughed and tried to look away. Damn it, did everything Kurt did have to interest his cock? All Kurt had to do in class was put his pencil between his teeth to hold while he searched for his supplies in his backpack and Blaines cock was at attention. He had daydreams whenever he was walking behind Kurt in the halls and spied his magnificent ass, walking away. Everything about Kurt was sexy, and Blaines body was attuned to it. All the time. He gathered what dignity he could and turned to speak to Kurt.

“Is that better now?” he asked his boyfriend, laying a hand on Kurts shoulder.

“Yes. I am just...I dont know...agitated?” Kurt said, the puzzled look back on his face. “In any case, lets go back to bed. Its still the middle of the night.”

Kurt got up, gathered the dishes and took the tray over to the small sink. Blaine sat for a while, looking out the window at the stars shining in. He wanted to open the lines of communication, but was at a loss as to how to do that. He glanced over at Kurt, who was rinsing the cups and plates before he went to bed.

“Hey, Blainers, are you coming to bed with me?” Kurt asked, leaning over the back of the sofa to kiss the nape of Blaines neck. His arms snaked their way around Blaine and his hand was over his heart, feeling it beat. Blaine didnt move or lift his head so Kurt walked around the sofa and went down on his knees in front of his boyfriend.

Blaine was only wearing his pajama pants so it was easy to pull those down, finding a half-hard cock for Kurt to take hold of and rub against his closed lips. Blaine relaxed a bit, staring at what Kurt was doing. Kurt didnt hesitate before he had taken the organ into his mouth and licked up the vein to place a deep kiss at the tip. Blaine leaned back a bit, watching as Kurt opened his mouth wider to accommodate the swelling cock.

“Mmmmm...” Kurt moaned as he was able to feel Blaine at his top condition. He wanted to give Blaine everything right now – to let go of all of his apprehension and just let himself go. Blaine was trying hard not to thrust, not to choke Kurt as he sought the final goal.

Just as Blaine closed his eyes, ready for the final tongue strokes that would bring him to orgasm, Kurt stopped. He stood up and took Blaines hand.

“Kurt?” Blaine questioned, but Kurt was tugging him towards the bed.

Blaine followed, tripping over the rug beside the bed and falling unceremoniously into Kurts arms.

“Blaine!” Kurt shouted when he finally recovered his breath.

“Im sorry...I tripped,” Blaine explained. Kurt giggled.

“Well, now that I have you, what am I going to do with you?”

Blaine scooted the rest of the way into the bed and leaned closer to kiss his boyfriend.

“I dont know, but I can hardly wait to find out,” he kidded.

Kurt got off the bed and swung his hips as he started to dance, holding his hands out for Blaine to follow. The two of them danced around for a while, singing and humming until Kurt came close once again and pulled Blaine in for a slow dance. He swung his hips again in a sexy manner, brushing against the front of Blaines silk pajama pants. Soon they were in each others arms, dancing slowly and making full body contact. Blaine was leaning his head on Kurts shoulder, totally full of bliss as Kurt nibbled on his ear.

“Hey, baby...can I ask you something?” Kurt whispered into Blaines ear. He nodded, too happy to lift his head to speak.

“Can we lose these?” Kurt asked, his fingers pulling at the waistband of Blaines pajamas.

Blaine lifted his head up, looking into Kurts eyes before reaching down to remove his pants, then sliding his fingers into Kurts, removing them as well. Neither of them wore underwear. Kurts smoking jacket fell to the ground and he picked it up to drape across the desk chair.

He hugged Blaine close to him and kissed his nose before shutting off the dim light and crawling into bed.

Blaine followed suit, cuddling next to his very naked bedfellow. Kurt tried to appear to be going straight to sleep just to mess with Blaine – but his boyfriend was having none of it.

“Kurt...this was your idea to begin with, why am I the one left with blue balls?” Blaine whined. He felt bad then that hed complained and kissed the back of Kurts neck in the same way Kurt had kissed his earlier, and he got the same response. He could feel Kurts muscles tighten and his breath quicken. Yes, Blaine thought, a good response. He increased his kisses, reaching down to caress Kurts hardness.

“Baby, do you feel me? Is this good?” he asked, wondering what Kurts face looked like in the dark room.

“Yes...so good,” Kurt whispered, struggling to turn a little more so he could see Blaines face.

“We could both touch each other, at the same time maybe?” came the hopeful voice.

“Yeah...Id like that,” Kurt replied.

They were touching, slow caresses and strokes from ears and necks down to knees. Any place their fingers or mouths wandered was fair game. Neither boy seemed in any hurry to end the loving touches. The room was so dark they could barely see the outlines of each other. Kurt was lying underneath Blaine on his back, but was shifting position. He was on his side now, facing away from Blaine who was against his back. Blaines hands were holding Kurt, his cock brushing against Kurts round cheeks.

Kurt felt under the pillow for the small bottle of AstroGlide and opened it. He pulled Blaines right hand in front of himself and dropped some of the lubricant onto his fingers.

“Go ahead, Blaine...please?” Kurt asked in a shaky voice.

“What? Kurt – are you asking me to...? But I thought...”

“A person has a right to change their mind, Blaine.”

“Okay, baby. Ill start, but if you want to stop for any reason, all you have to do is either tell me or touch my arm and I will stop. I promise,” Blaine said. He had wonder in his eyes as he tried to see what he was doing in the starlight from the window.

He made sure he had enough lube, finding Kurts hand to get the bottle to add more. Then he gently started caressing between Kurts cheeks. Kurt stiffened up, afraid to let Blaine go on, but determined to give it a fair trial. He closed his eyes and tried to relax.

Blaine was well aware that he needed to be gentle and soft. He could feel the subterranean trembling in Kurts body that came from his fear. A thought crossed his mind that perhaps Kurt was afraid because of some bad experience, but quickly dismissed that thought. Kurt would have told him.

“I love you, baby,” Blaine crooned, trying to ease Kurts mind. “You know I would never hurt you.”

“I know...Blaine? Is this the best way if I lie on my side? I read that it was easier to relax...those...ah...muscles, but....” Kurt couldnt bring himself to finish.

“But what, sweetheart?” Blaine stopped what he was doing to kiss Kurts neck.

“Ah...” Kurt took a big breath. He found the courage to say it, though. “I want to see your face when you do it...is that...could you...” Kurt stumbled through his thought.

“Wait here, my love, and Ill be right back,” Blaine said and got up. He went to the dresser near the head of the bed and lit a candle.

“There...better?” he asked and Kurt gave him a sweet smile. He didnt want too much light and the candle was perfect.

Blaine got back under the covers, Kurt coming quickly to lie close.

“Kiss me?” he asked and Blaine obliged. The kisses were deep: mouths, lips, tongues all playing a part. Kurt pulled back, looking into Blaines eyes, now able to see them better in the bit of light from the candle.

Blaine was stroking and caressing the tender skin of Kurts inner thigh. He kept glancing up at Kurt, ready to stop if he said to, but Kurt was lying back with his eyes closed, mouth open breathing hard. Blaine wished he knew whether it was because of panic or passion.

“Its okay, baby, Ill be gentle, relax,” Blaine cooed at him.

“I love you, Blaine,” Kurt murmured.

“I love you, Kurt,” Blaine said, kissing him once more before he pressed a little more firmly. He sat up a bit, using his left hand to encircle Kurts hard cock, The lube he had spread on both hands slick and warm as he moved his hand up and down the shaft, a slow thumb rolling over the head and then along the ridge around the crown.

As Kurt relaxed more, Blaine began to use pressure to massage with his right hand, his index finger coming closer and closer to his goal. Blaine was trying hard to do both things at the same time and ended up with the rhythm in both hands and Kurts panting breath getting more shallow and fast.

“Is that good, baby? Tell me...” Blaine whispered, waiting for Kurt to focus on his answer before he pushed his finger all the way inside.

Kurt growled, a sound Blaine had never heard come from his mouth before and worried whether it was good or bad. He found out, though as Kurts shaking increased and he let loose another noise, a deep groan.

“Oh, Blaine....” he moaned, holding on to Blaines thigh with one hand and his arm with the other. His head was back in the pillows, eyes closed, hips pushing forward and back arched off the bed.

Blaine increased his grip on Kurts cock, the slick lube making it easy to bring him closer while Blaine didnt neglect the slow slide in and out of the velvety warmth while he searched for the right spot. It didnt take long, after all, Blaine had a lot of practice alone in his bed while Kurt was with his dad.

“Blaine...ahhhhh... right there....oh, dont stop, please dont stop...Im..coming!” Kurt whispered, the look of awe on his face was nothing Blaine had ever seen before. Semen spurted from Kurt and settled in warm, wet puddle on his stomach. Blaine delicately removed his finger from Kurt, letting go at the same time. He cleaned Kurts skin and surreptitiously wiped his hands of the lube on a towel hed brought to the bed earlier in the evening. When they were both clean, Blaine leaned down and kissed Kurts tummy, making him smile.

“Baby, are you okay?” he asked, circling Kurt with his arms to bring him closer. He was so sure that Kurt had enjoyed it, but he was anxious about saying too much.

“Yeah...Im...Im good. I had no idea, Blaine....thank you,” Kurt said.

“Thank you for trusting me, Kurt. That is more important than anything to me, your trust. I do have a question, though,” Blaine ventured to ask, “Why? I know you were so hesitant – what changed your mind?”

“Andy and Buddy.”

Blaines mouth fell opened and Kurt rushed forward to kiss him. Blaine welcomed him into his embrace, kissing him thoroughly before Kurt struggled out of his arms.

“Now, about those blue balls of yours....” Kurt smiled and bent his head down to satisfy his lover.