Blaine ended up on the dark, empty beach, and dropped down on the sand, burying his face against his knees. Thoughts swirled fast around his head, a frantic blur. 

He'd leave tomorrow morning, go back to the apartment, grab his stuff and be out of the place before Kurt got back from the weekend.
He'd leave a check for his share of next month's rent for Kurt.
He'd finish the project, and leave New York as soon as possible.
He'd stop paying attention to the news entirely.
And if he did come across something in five years time, like Kurt and Elliott recounting how they fell in love over a stupid Truth or Dare kiss, at least by then he'd have some time and distance and it wouldn't hurt so fucking much. 

“Blaine.” A soft voice broke through the cacophony in his head. 

Blaine looked up. Kurt was standing there, alone, his eyes enormous. Before Blaine could say anything, Kurt dropped down on the sand beside him.

“What are you doing here, Kurt? Don't you belong back there with Elliott?”

Kurt shook his head slowly. “No, no. Elliott's just a friend, Blaine.” 

Blaine scoffed. “Yeah, that's what it looked like when he was shoving his tongue down your throat in front of everyone.” 

Kurt leaned back and tilted his face upwards, looking at the stars. “Elliott is a performer, and he was putting on a good show for that Dare. I flipped to performing mode too, I guess, when he was kissing me like that. But I don't have those kind of feelings for him, Blaine.” 

“Come on, Kurt. You've been practically inseparable from him for weeks now. Always together, laughing, joking. You two get along so well. And look at this place, Kurt. Look at how you could live if you were with him.” Blaine shook his head, resting his forehead back on his knees. 

“Hardly…” Kurt sighed. “Its like in Much Ado About Nothing. The Prince and Beatrice are talking and he asks Will you have me, lady? And she answers, No, unless I could have another for working days. Your grace is too costly to wear everyday.”

Blaine sat up, cross-legged. “Youre quoting Shakespeare to me????”

Shrugging, Kurt grabbed his knees. ”I had a part in that play one summer, in the park. Got to know it backwards and forwards.” He looked off at the water for a minute. “Seriously though, Blaine, we don't have any chemistry between us. He's an attractive guy, a good friend, but I didn't feel a thing when he kissed me just now.”

Blaine trailed his hands through the sand, not really believing Kurt. But after weeks of hardly talking to each other, he was just happy that Kurt was sitting with him on this beach.

“What about you and Taylor? You've been spending tons of time with him lately.” Kurt crossed his legs, looking over at Blaine. 

Blaine shrugged his shoulder. “We are just friends. He knows every place in New York for live music, which is great, I must admit. So, I'm enjoying spending time with him that way. He'd like more, but he's not for me.” 

Kurt laughed. “How are you so certain?” 

“I could tell from his round of Fuck, Marry, Kill. You can tell a lot from how someone answers a few questions.” 

Tilting his head, Kurt looked over at Blaine, wondering what he'd revealed about himself during that game so long ago. “What can you tell?” He was intrigued now.

Grabbing a handful of sand, Blaine let it fall slowly from between his fingers. “Well, if I gave you his question, Iron Man, Captain America, and Thor, what would you say?” 

Kurt tilted his face upwards, thinking. “I'd kill the Captain, fuck Thor and marry Iron Man.” He laughed, turning towards Blaine. “Did I get it right?” 

Blaine laughed too. “You need to tell me why, Kurt… that's where the real answer is.” 

Crossing his legs, and sitting up straighter, Kurt paused for a minute, gathering his thoughts. But he couldn't answer with a straight face. “Well, the captain would have to go because he's from the 1940's! He'd be all uptight values and boring things like that. It would be like dating a hot grandpa.”

“OK, go on.” Blaine encouraged, smiling.

Kurt's eyes were on that smile, admiring how attractive Blaine was. “I'd fuck Thor because he is HOT. I'd climb him like a tree and swing from all that long blond hair. Seriously yummy. But who would want to marry into that family? Anthony Hopkins as a father-in-law? Yikes! Plus that planet is so uninviting. Imagine having to spend Thanksgiving there.” Kurt made a disgusted face.

Blaine's eyes crinkled up at the corners. “And Iron Man?”

“Well, he seems like he'd be fun to be with everyday. He's cute, funny, smart. Being rich is a plus, but not that big a deal to me. I like how inventive he is too. Imagine all the fun robots he could create.” Kurt shrugged his shoulder, feeling a little embarrassed at his answers now, under Blaine's close scrutiny. He bit his lip. “So, what do you get out of my answer, O Great Blainester? Omnipotent Blaine Who Sees All?”

Blaine laughed, looking over at Kurt. “Well, your answers were well thought out, and you have good reasons behind them. You don't value money or looks above everything else. You like having values in common with your partner and being able to get along with his family. You value humor and intelligence highly.” 

Kurt sat back a bit, impressed.

“And from Taylor, I got that he was indecisive, wasn't really sure what he wanted. I got the feeling he was young and fairly inexperienced, and a little blinded by attention from attractive men.” Blaine shrugged. “I don't know him that well yet, really. You've known him longer. Am I totally off base?”

Kurt nodded. “No, you are pretty on the mark. I get the feeling he'll be great once he's a bit older, but right now he's still figuring himself and relationships out.” 

Blaine smiled. “And I agree with your answers, but I'd like to defend Captain America a bit.”

“You used to dress like a hot grandpa. No wonder you relate to him.” Kurt scoffed.

“I was just going to say that he probably wasn't as prudish as you think he was. He was in the Army! You know that those guys get pretty down and dirty when they go on leave.” Blaine smiled. “Plus, he went from being a dweeb to being super hot. You don't think he would have taken his new hot body out for a few test drives?” 

Laughing, Kurt got up, dusting off the sand from his clothes. “You are probably right about that, Blaine. But I'd still go for the other guys more.” 

Blaine stood up too, feeling better now that they were talking. He'd missed being around Kurt like this, just joking around. They walked down the beach on the edge of the water, the waves lapping quietly at their feet. Blaine didn't know what to say, now that they had exhausted the FMK talk. He was still confused about everything. 

They walked by a lifeguard tower, looking so deserted on this empty beach in the moonlight. Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm, and tugged him behind the building. Blaine followed, not knowing what was going on.

But then Kurt turned to face Blaine, and he was shocked to see the heat in Kurt's eyes. Before he could react, Kurt stepped closer, his hands going to his shoulders and pushing Blaine up against the rough boards of the building. Kurt's lips caught Blaine's, hot, hungry, demanding. Blaine gasped, and Kurt took advantage of his open mouth to deepen the kiss, pressing even closer until their bodies were right up against each other. 

Blaine was completely hard, and panting when Kurt moved his mouth down to Blaine's neck. It was like his body remembered Kurt's touch, and Kurt seemed to remember all Blaine's most sensitive spots. 

Kurt's hands were on the drawstring of Blaine's shorts, undoing it. As his mouth recaptured Blaine's, his fingers were encircling Blaine's cock, making his groan at the sensation. What had gotten into Kurt? Blaine wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to argue with it. This felt too good. 

Dropping to his knees, Kurt dragged down Blaine's shorts and groaned as his cock came into view. It had been so long, and he wasn't going to wait another minute. Stroking again with one hand, he smiled as Blaine gasped above him, and leaned closer to kiss the tip. Opening his mouth, he took his thick hardness inside, feeling him sliding along his tongue.  Mmmmm yes, so good. 

Blaine's hands came to cup Kurt's head, digging into his hair, and he leaned back against the tower. Kurt was incredible, sucking Blaine deeply with each stroke, his fingers following the motions. He had Blaine shaking, unable to do anything but moan and try to keep standing, although his legs felt unsteady.

“Mmmmmm close…. So close, Kurt.” Blaine's hips jumped, as Kurt licked around the head of his cock. Kurt redoubled his efforts, taking Blaine down his throat for stroke after stroke, grabbing Blaine's ass.

Blaine groaned harshly, his hands clenching in Kurt's hair as his pleasure took him. Kurt sucked and swallowed, taking every drop eagerly. 

After several moments, Blaine's breathing calmed down, and he pulled the board shorts back up. He gazed down at Kurt, still too stunned to speak. 

Kurt got up, holding out his hand to Blaine. “Come back with me, Blaine?” His gaze and hand was so steady, that Blaine put his hand in Kurt's. This felt unreal, like a fevered sex dream, and he didn't want to wake up.

Somehow, they were quickly back at the house, and Kurt was pulling Blaine into his bedroom. Turning on the bedside light, Kurt pulled back the bed covers and faced Blaine. 

In two steps, he was standing in front of Blaine, pushing both hands into his curls and tipping his face for the perfect angle, before those full lips caught Blaine's. Right off, the kiss was deep and hot, and Blaine groaned, pushing closer. Kurt's tongue licked over his lower lip, and then his teeth bit gently. 

Kurt pushed Blaine back, and he fell down onto the bed. Before he could catch his breath, Kurt was crawling over his body, looking like a predatory cat stalking its prey, all lithe grace, powerful muscles, and intense eyes. He straddled one of Blaine's legs, his knee almost against Blaine's groin, as he leaned forward, pushing the open shirt off Blaine's shoulders. 

Sitting back on his heels, Kurt pulled his own shirt off, and looked down at Blaine. Swallowing hard, Blaine gazed up at Kurt. He looked a little wild, his hair messy, and wearing only low riding board shorts. His chest hair was light, but he definitely had a treasure trail leading down to the waistband of those shorts. And he was definitely hard.  Oh, fuck yes…. Blaine groaned. Already, he was rock hard again, wanting everything. Anything. 

Leaning over Blaine, Kurt kissed lightly, teasingly, until Blaine was lifting his head off the pillow, trying to capture Kurt's lips more fully. Kurt was chuckling, a low sexy sound that went straight to Blaine's aching cock. This sexy, confident Kurt was so fucking hot. Finally, Kurt kissed him deeply, and then tilted his hips down, grinding against Blaine's. Blaine groaned at the sensation, lifting his hips to get a better angle, desperate to feel Kurt's hard cock against his own. Kurt's hand came down, grabbing Blaine's ass to pull him in position, gasping against Blaine's open mouth when they were pressed close together.

Blaine's mouth was on Kurt's neck, kissing and licking at his delicious skin, making Kurt moan and hump against Blaine harder. 

“Fuck, you are going to make me cum in my shorts if you keep that up.” Blaine's voice was breathless. 

Kurt pressed another hard kiss to Blaine's swollen lips before rolling off the bed. “Strip then, Blaine. Let me see you naked, on my bed.” 

Blaine's eyes didn't leave Kurt's as he reached for the drawstring of the shorts and pulled, and then eased the shorts off, kicking them away. He laid back, loving the way Kurt's eyes travelled over his body, relearning it. 

Then it was Blaine's turn to watch, as Kurt's hands were pushing his own shorts down, and Kurt stood naked before Blaine. His body was more sculpted than it was before, although still slim. Gorgeous. 

Kurt moved to the bedside table, and pulled out condoms and lube. Blaine's arousal deepened.  Yes yes yes fucking yes 

Crawling back on the bed, Kurt laid beside Blaine, looking into his eyes. His hand ran down Blaine's chest, making his stomach muscles clench in reaction. Leaving his hand on his stomach, Kurt leaned over and kissed Blaine again, loving the feel of their lips together. His hand slid to Blaine's cock, making him jump in reaction, his hips pushing up as Kurt stroked him slowly. Moving lower, Kurt cupped Blaine's balls, squeezing gently. Blaine's knees fell open, giving Kurt access to touch him anywhere. 

Grabbing the lube, Kurt put some on his fingers, and reached between Blaine's legs. Blaine groaned, feeling Kurt rubbing and pushing at his ass, working a finger inside. Stretching, pushing, twisting, until Blaine was turning his head towards Kurt's chest, kissing, biting and begging for more. 

Kurt slowly worked in the second and third finger, prepping Blaine well. By the time Kurt was pushing his sheathed cock slowly into his tight, tight heat, Blaine was shaking with need, his cock shiny with pre-cum. 

“Mmmmmm so tight and hot all around me, Blaine.” Kurt was fully in, good and deep, letting Blaine adjust to the stretch. Trying not to cum yet, even though it felt incredible. 

Blaine whined, squirming his hips a little. “God, please, Kurt… just fuck me. I really need you.” 

Kurt moved then, a steady slide in and out, grinding hard against Blaine, swiveling his hips to press against his prostate and making Blaine gasp every time. Wanting Blaine's pleasure before his own, wanting him so much. 

“Ah, yes yes yes… just like that….” Blaine moaned, lifting his hips off the bed. 

Kurt could tell Blaine was close, and sped up his strokes, snapping his hips hard and fast, knowing he was hitting where Blaine wanted by his expressions of pleasure. He felt so connected, so in sync. 

Blaine shook against Kurt, moaning, and Kurt grabbed his cock, stroking hard three times before Blaine cried out, his cum shooting out over his stomach. The sensations triggered Kurt, and he pushed deep, hands holding Blaine in place, as he gasped, his orgasm so hard and long, it felt like he hadn't cum in days. 

Later, all cleaned up and sipping water that Kurt had grabbed from the bathroom, Blaine finally felt back to himself. “Kurt, I really… “

But he forgot what he was going to say, as Kurts mouth was back on Blaine's neck. Kurt moved, his lips travelling around, taking little nips against his skin. Blaine could only moan under the onslaught. 

After a couple minutes, he pushed Kurt back, his mouth as eager on Kurt's neck as his hands moved down Kurt's chest. Already so hard, Blaine loved hearing Kurt's moan as he stroked his thick cock. So sexy. And those sexy moans got even louder when Blaine's mouth worked with his hands, licking, sucking, stroking. Wanting everything…. 

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A/N: First time writing full on smut for Klaine. Eep.... Hope it was OK for all of you!