You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, dont wanna wake up from you

(Turn the lights on!)

I mention you when I say my prayers
I wrap you around all of my thoughts
Boy, youre my temporary high
I wish that when I wake up youre there
To wrap your arms around me for real and tell me youll stay by my side

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“Yessss… that is so good.” Kurt moaned as Blaine kissed up his inner thigh, and he spread his legs wider for him. Blaine bit into his skin, making Kurt arch off the bed in response. His mouth was magic, and Kurt was so hard. 

Panting, Kurt looked down at Blaine between his legs, his eyes dark and sexy. “Please, Blaine, take me in your mouth….” 

And right as Blaine shifted upwards on the bed, and Kurt felt his warm breath against his cock, a loud alarm sounded. 

Kurt rolled over and turned it off, falling back on the empty bed. It was the third morning he'd woken up rock hard, images from erotic dreams still vivid in his mind. Reaching down, he wrapped his fingers around his erection, rubbing the pre-cum over the tip. Opening up the bottle of lube, he slicked his fingers and stroked slowly, closing his eyes and continuing the scene from his dream in his imagination. 

The Blaine of his imagination was very talented with his mouth, sucking Kurt deep and hard. Kurt imagined sinking his fingers into Blaine's short dark hair, as he arched off the bed, fucking into his mouth. He was already close from the erotic dream, and Kurt panted as his strokes sped up, the perfect pace to get off. 

As his breathing quieted down, Kurt used a tissue to clean up and laid back down against his pillows. Ever since the night at the club, his erotic imagination seemed to be stuck on Blaine. Images of his slim, muscular body in only those briefs, the way he'd felt dancing with Kurt, their bodies rubbing against each other so often, those bites on Kurt's neck, the way he watched Kurt during the dance classes…

Sighing, Kurt got up and headed into the shower. He needed to stop this erotic obsession. Blaine was interested in Adam. So interested in him that he was paying Kurt a big chunk of money to help him get his man. Besides, like he'd said to Blaine before, doing anything really sexual with him was out of the question since Kurt had accepted the money. And even if Adam wasn't in the picture, Kurt had plans to move to Paris. There was no point in getting involved with Blaine. He wasn't into casual sex, no matter how tempting it was. 

Paris. Think about Paris. Kurt washed his hair, and pictured sitting in an adorable sidewalk café surrounded by historic buildings and French conversations. He was sipping red wine and eating some amazing cheese with fruit. Across the table was an attractive man, discussing the newest exhibit at the Louvre. 

After shaving and styling his hair, Kurt curled up on the sofa with his laptop, and searched for apartments in Paris. Hmmmm…. “This is a studio apartment …18th century building. It has all the charms of the ancient style: wooden beams, stone walls. …television, unlimited internet…center of Paris in a very alive and shopping street…Musée du Louvre, Seine docks…” The pictures looked OK. $760 a month. It was tiny though…. About 200 square feet. But it had everything Kurt needed and was furnished. 

Kurt was only planning on going with a couple suitcases, mostly clothes. He'd sell off most of his possessions and Brittany was OK with storing a couple boxes of personal things for Kurt. If he ended up living there permanently, he'd get her to send it over later. There was a certain exciting freedom to think of moving away with just his laptop and some clothes. Even if he couldn't find work, he would be able to live there for many months, and he would suck up every experience he could while he was there. He could stay six months with just a visitor visa. 

Clicking on his French playlist, Kurt floated over to his closet and sang along as he dressed for work. He could probably have enough to move there by September. In a couple months, he would be making a dream come true.

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Kurt was a bit relieved when he didn't see Blaine at the Beyonce dance class the next day. It was probably a good idea to have a bit of distance, a cool down period.

The dance class was full, as always, and Kurt had a fun time with the group. He threw himself into the moves, exaggerating his hip circles, and when he glanced into the mirror, he noticed a pair of dark eyes watching him intently. It was one of the new guys, someone who had started coming to the class in the last few weeks. He was a slim man about Kurt's height and looked in his early twenties. 

Kurt recognized the way the new guy was watching him. It was more than just as his dance instructor. The guy wanted Kurt. And he was old enough to know what he was looking for. 

Towards the end of the class, Kurt gave a few lingering glances his way. He smiled in satisfaction when the guy's eyes widened and after that, they played a game of quick glances at each other. Kurt tried to keep it subtle. 

After the class ended, he wasn't surprised when the new guy seemed to linger. As Kurt left the room, he gave the guy a long look, and then smiled when he followed Kurt.

The new guy followed Kurt into the office. Kurt was already at the window, pulling the blinds down tight. 

"Lock the door and turn the light off." Kurt said softly, and he smiled when it was done. The early evening light still glowed through the blind, so the office wasnt completely dark, but dark enough. 

Walking back to his desk, Kurt perched on the edge and he pushed the new guy into his office chair. 

"What is your name?"

The young blond smiled at Kurt. "Toby."

Reaching forward, Kurt unzipped his hoodie, and ran his hand down Tobys chest, over the material of his thin t-shirt. 

Toby leaned towards Kurt, but a hand on his chest stopped his motion. "No kissing, OK? Hands only?" Kurt met Tobys eyes and waited for the blond to nod before he let his hands trace along his long thighs. 

Tobys hands were pulling on the drawstring on Kurts pants. Opening a desk drawer, Kurt pulled out a bottle of lube. He pulled his own shirt up over his head, throwing it onto the desk.

Leaning forward, he tugged Tobys shirt off, his eyes taking in his slim tanned chest. He let his fingers glide over the skin, moaning as Tobys slick hand wrapped around Kurts hard cock, stroking slowly. His own hands moved down, cupping Tobys cock in his loose shorts. Rubbing firmly, he smiled when the younger man moaned. 

Undoing the shorts and pushing his underwear out of the way, Kurt admired the hard, throbbing erection in his hand. 

It was tempting to lean over and suck it into his mouth, but Kurt had his own rules about sporadic encounters like this. No kissing, because that was too personal. Hands only to keep things as safe as possible. Sure, it was possible to give or receive blow jobs wearing a condom, but the idea of licking or sucking on latex never really appealed to Kurt. 

Somehow, touching and being touched was kind of just an extension of normal masturbation, at least in Kurts mind. It had the rushed feeling of stolen moments, touching when not fully undressed. Exploring a new body and seeing their reactions was wonderful. Also, being touched and pleasured by someone else. It was exciting, and safe, but in some ways didnt feel as slutty as giving or receiving a blow job. And it was only about bodies and getting off, not that personal. 

Kurt warmed the lube in his hands before coating the beautiful cock he was playing with. He watched Toby as he stroked, varying the speed and tightness until he found what Toby reacted to most. Tobys hand on his own hardness was circling around the head a lot, rubbing over his palm. It wasnt the way Kurt usually jerked off, but that in itself was exciting and he got into it. His eyes travelled over Tobys body, taking in his excited eyes, the flush of arousal on his face, his quickened breath, the sheen of light sweat on his face and chest, the muscles of his thighs in his tight shorts tensing as he got closer to his orgasm. Kurt watched attentively, filing it away to think of later when he was jerking off on his own. 

Toby came first with a cry, and Kurt stroked him firmly as he shook with each pulse of cum. Kurt wiped things up with a nearby towel. 

When Toby had cooled down a bit, Kurt zipped up his shorts. 

"But you havent..." Toby said softly. 

Kurt nodded. "Yes. Lets change positions here." He guided Toby to sit on the edge of the desk with his legs spread wide. Kurt stood between his legs, leaning his back against Tobys chest, their warm, bare skin in so much contact. Tobys right hand was stroking Kurts cock, the angle similar to when he touched himself. 

Kurt closed his eyes, liking the feel of Tobys body against his, lots of contact, and sunk into the sensation of his cock being stroked so well. He let his head rest against Tobys chest, and rode the feeling of his increasing arousal, letting it build into a sensual crest. 

"Oh yeah, baby, just like that..." Kurt groaned when Tobys strokes quickened, and Kurt tensed in his arms, moaning loudly as he came hard, shuddering in pleasure. He turned and hugged Toby lightly, tucking his head against his neck as he cooled down. 

Chuckling, he smiled as he moved back, pulling his yoga pants back in place. He passed Toby some tissues to wipe the lube off his hand and dropped a towel onto the floor to wipe up where his cum had landed. 

As they pulled their shirts on, Kurt could tell Toby was OK with everything. He leaned forward and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. "Is it OK if we just keep this between us? I dont want the rest of the class knowing our private business."

Toby nodded. "Could we maybe go for a drink sometime, Kurt?"

Kurt walked over to the door and unlocked it. He peeked into the hallway and was satisfied that it was deserted. "Toby, you were great but Im not looking for dating right now. OK?"

Toby nodded, and took the hint, leaving quickly. 

Going to the washroom, Kurt splashed his face with water and dried it. He smiled at himself ruefully in the mirror. Encounters like that were fun, but something he indulged in only once or twice a year. He wasnt into casual sex, and this was as far as hed go for this type of thing. Otherwise, he only had sex after dating someone for awhile and the last guy had been Pierre, about ten months ago. 

He had the feeling that what hed had with Pierre had mellowed into a comfortable friendship. They kept in contact since hed moved back to France and Kurt had never felt a zing of excitement when he got an email from Pierre. Their communications were friendly and joking, and Kurt was glad they were able to be adults and keep the best parts of their connection going. He could picture going out clubbing with Pierre as friends, neither of them minding if they danced or flirted with other guys. 

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-A/N:  *ducking for cover*  Please dont kill me for having Kurt with another guy...  ;)