The sun was streaming through the windows with soft morning light. It was still early, maybe about 9:00 am. Blaine was too tired to look at his phone or face reality yet. After the party last night, people wouldnt be up until noon. 

Looking away from the window, Blaine looked over at Kurt and was surprised to see his eyes open, his expression still sleepy. He was curled up next to Blaines side. 

Blaine drank in the sight of Kurt in the morning light, his hair a delightful mess, a pillow crease on his cheek. In Ohio, they were never allowed to sleep over at each others houses after the one time Blaine had too much to drink at Rachels party. 

"Good morning." Blaine smiled, and leaned down for a kiss. 

Kurt gave him a quick kiss, turning his face away muttering "Morning breath..." He looked a little shy. 

Blaine rolled his eyes, dragging Kurt closer and giving him a deep, proper kiss. Even after their night, he could feel his body react to Kurts closeness, and wondered if hed always be like that. When he moved back, Kurts eyes were happy, glowing. It felt so good to be here, together. 

Kurts fingers traced over Blaines lips gently, rasping along his whiskers and pushing into his wild curls, his expression tender. Blaine closed his eyes, leaning into Kurts light touch. He would gladly lie back and let Kurt touch him like this forever. 

After a couple minutes, Kurts hand fell away and Blaine opened his eyes. Smiling down at Kurt, he pushed the hair back off Kurts face, enjoying seeing his eyelashes and the fine skin of his eyelids over his closed eyes. Leaning down, his kissed Kurts eyelids gently. Kurt giggled at the sensation. 

"Ever had butterfly kisses?" Kurt asked

Blaine smiled, shaking his head. 

Kurt rolled up on his elbow, pushing Blaine flat on the bed, holding his shoulders down. "Close your eyes and stay still." Blaine laid there, eyes closed, waiting. And then he felt a fluttering sensation of Kurt's eyelashes against his cheekbone. Giggling, he opened his eyes to see Kurt leaning close, smiling widely. "My mom used to do that to me."

Kurt rolled onto his back and Blaine grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers. Kurt turned his face towards Blaine, smiling.

"What should we do today?" Kurt asked. 

Blaines heart gave a squeeze at that question. Kurt wanting to make plans with him for the day. So, they wouldnt be leaving this room and pretending nothing had happened. 

"I like being down on the beach more than being by the pool." Blaine lifted their linked hands, playing with Kurts fingers. 

"Id like that too, Blaine. Get away from everyone." Kurt sighed. 

“But first, I need to explain some things, so you won't think I'm nuts, Blaine.” Rolling onto his side, Kurt looked over at Blaine and took a deep breath. 

Blaine nodded encouragingly. He knew from the past, sometimes the best way to get Kurt talking about hard topics was to give him some quiet time, let him talk it out. Not jumping in until Kurt had everything out. 

“It was so great having you staying at my place these months, Blaine. Talking about the past, getting caught up, being together for dinner or a glass of wine at the end of the day and just talking about nothing in particular.” 

Blaine smiled, squeezing Kurt's hand. He knew a ‘but' was coming next, and didn't want to stop Kurt in what he needed to say.

“But as we were spending more time together, doing all those fun things around the city, I could feel that we were both getting more aware of the chemistry between us, and I confess I got kind of scared and confused by it all. And then you and Taylor were going out…” Kurt's voice trailed off, and he closed his eyes. 

Blaine waited, thoughts running fast around his mind, but still he waited.

Kurt opened his eyes, his eyes once again intent on Blaine's. “Maybe I just needed some distance from you and some distraction, so I went to Elliott and encouraged things there. We were friends, but there was always this unexplored attraction between us, fed by years of casual flirting.” 

Blaine closed his eyes, feeling so jealous again, considering Kurt with Elliott during these last few weeks. His imagination went to what had occurred between them. But he tried to keep his face neutral, letting Kurt continue. He needed to face this all with Kurt.

“We were always out at his work functions. He liked having me as a plus-one, because he had to go to the events and be seen, but a lot of the events were boring. Having a friend there made it more fun for him. And I genuinely like spending time with him too, and it's fun to get to see more of his world. Not really my scene, but good to see from the sidelines.” Kurt smiled.

Blaine thought over all the pictures he'd seen of them out together. They always looked like they were having fun, flirting, touching. 

Kurt ducked his head a little. “We joked and flirted and posed for pictures together, but I shied away from anything else, even though Elliott seemed to want to try more. After being out, he'd invite me back to his place or other stuff on our own, but I'd say I was tired and head home. After a few times, he eased off and stopped pushing for that.” 

Blaine tried not to smile widely at that. 

“But even though you and I weren't hanging out together much then, I was still so aware of you. I'd go into the bathroom after you had just showered, and the air still smelled your shower gel. Dumb stuff like that. You'd come into the kitchen when I was there, and I'd want to press you up against the cabinets and bite your neck.”

Blaine smiled, flashing back to last night and knew he had a bunch of marks on his neck and shoulder. 

“And then we are here yesterday, and I'm hanging with Elliott. But the whole day you are swimming and drinking and eating, so close to me. Stretching out wet, wearing hardly anything, and rubbing suntan lotion on. I was so glad so be wearing sunglasses, as I was pretending to read a magazine but I was watching you all day. Full on stalker mode.” Kurt laughed. “But everyone is thinking Elliott and I are a couple, even though we really haven't done anything but hang out like close friends and be a bit flirty. And I'm wondering if you are involved with Taylor then too.”

Blaine's eyebrows rose at that.  They hadn't done anything?

Kurt smiled, interpreting Blaine's expression. “Really, that kiss in front of everyone yesterday was the one and only time we've kissed on the mouth.” Kurt laughed. “All those years of wondering about him. We should have kissed ages ago.” Seeing Blaine's disgruntled expression, Kurt laughed. “Remember when you kissed Rachel at the Lima Bean back in high school, and immediately announced that you were gay for sure? It was like that! Elliott and I have less chemistry than you had with Rachel.” 

Blaine smiled. 

Kurt looked down at Blaine, his expression quieting. “And that was right when I was still reeling from what you had said. You, calmly telling a group of almost strangers about one of my most erotic early memories… and I knew in that second that trying to keep my distance from you the past few weeks had done nothing to stop or even lessen how much I want you. I was practically ready to run over to you and pin you on the ground. But then suddenly Elliott is grabbing me, and giving me that crazy kiss. It was like a bucket of ice cold water being thrown on me.” Kurt laughed. 

Blaine rubbed his hand along Kurt's. 

“Elliott took me away from the group after our big kiss, much to everyone's amusement. He took me back to an empty gazebo, holding my hand. And he basically broke up with me!” Kurt looked a bit affronted, and Blaine laughed.

“He actually said that he loved being friends with me, but that we lacked any chemistry. He was relieved that I agreed with him, 100%. And then he encouraged me to go find you.”

Blaine broke his silence. “Elliott told you to come after me??” He had Elliott to thank for last night? He'd be sending Elliott flowers every day for a month.

Kurt smiled. “And you were fucking hard to find, too. That stupid mansion is so big. Luckily, pretty soon someone mentioned that they'd seen you heading towards the beach. And then we were talking, and the whole time, I could hardly think straight. When we walked by that tower, I couldn't wait anymore. I had to touch you, kiss you, taste you…” 

Blaine grabbed the back of Kurt's neck, pulling him down to share a deep kiss. Even after their marathon night, he couldn't get enough of touching and tasting Kurt.  More more more….

Kurt pulled back, his lips wet and swollen from the kisses. “Blaine, let's just do this. Let's be together for the summer, for as long as you are in New York. I'm so tired of holding back, overthinking things.” 

Blaine smiled, kissing all over Kurt's face. “You mean it? You want to get back together?” 

Kurt nodded. “Let's just be together, and have lots of sex and lots of fun. I love living with you, hanging out with you, cooking dinner with you."

“So please, please, please…. Let me, let me, let me….Let me get what I want this time…” Blaine sang softly, peppering kisses over Kurt's face, making him laugh.

“Kurt, you have made me so happy. From that first night, I kept having to remind myself that we were only friends now, and to not do anything to jeopardize that. I'm so glad you jumped me last night.” 

Laughing, Kurt ran his hands down Blaine's back, loving being able to touch his skin, just because he wanted to. “You let the act slip though, like when you kissed me in that public bathroom.” 

Blaine shrugged his shoulder. “You are very tempting, Kurt.” Leaning forward, he kissed along his collarbone, liking how he tasted. 

“So, let's do all the things we can fit in from The List while you are here. I want the rest of your time in New York to fulfill all those old dreams.” 

Blaine smirked, “Should I put on my skin-tight jeans, be your teenage dream?”

“OK, I walked right into that one.” Kurt chuckled. “But I'm very in favour of you in skintight anything, anytime.” 

Blaine's expression became serious, considering. He looked down into Kurt's eyes. “You keep saying ‘the rest of my time in New York' and ‘for the summer'. Are you saying that's all the time we'll have together?”

Kurt looked away, and took a deep breath. Looking back at Blaine's intense expression, he smoothed his fingers along Blaine's eyebrows. “Can we just think about now? I don't want to talk about the future, make promises and plans, when we have no idea what will happen later.”

“You sound like Scarlett O'Hara, Kurt.” Blaine nodded, thinking, and he looked up at the ceiling. “I could stay in New York, you know. I can probably get enough work, and I've met a lot of people through this project.” 

“Blaine…” Kurt's voice was pleading. “I really don't want to get into this with you. Not now. Let's just have a good summer. The best summer. Take it day by day and enjoy the hell out of each other. Maybe by the fall, we will be sick of each other. Maybe you'll get an amazing job offer in China. Maybe you'll end up going on tour with Elliott. Who knows?” 

Blaine rolled over, pining Kurt down and looking into his eyes, feeling a little hurt. “Or maybe, just maybe, we'll still want to be together. Or maybe, I'll have to go away for a quick job occasionally, and then come right back to you.” 

Kurt shook his head. “Blaine, you know long distance doesn't work for me. For us.”

Blaine opened his mouth to argue his point, but Kurt silenced him with a hard kiss. 

“Please, please…. Let's put this whole conversation on hold. At least for a few months. Let us just be us, without worrying about anything. You're here. I'm here. And I haven't gone down on you in hours.” 

And a naked Kurt pushing Blaine onto his back, and kissing his way down his chest as his fingers ran up his inner thigh was very distracting. Blaine closed his eyes, groaning as Kurt pushed his legs apart, kissing along his skin. 

***

Blaine woke up, and grabbed his phone from the bedside table. It was almost noon. No wonder his stomach was rumbling. 

“Yeah, your stomach woke me up too.” Kurt laughed from where he was sitting, propped up against the headboard. 

Blaine scooted up the bed, rearranging pillows until he could sit comfortably beside Kurt. Looking over at Kurt, he smiled wickedly.

Kurt laughed at his expression. “Why are you giving me that look?”

Blaine smiled even wider. “You just look so thoroughly fucked.” He laughed, taking in Kurt's hair, very well mussed by Blaine's hands, his kiss-swollen lips, bite marks all over his neck and chest, and razor burn all over his pale skin. There were even red marks here and there on his body that will likely become small bruises, from Blaine's hands. 

Kurt looked down at his chest, and laughed. He looked over at Blaine, laughing. “You aren't much better, honey.” 

Blaine could imagine his hair was a total mess; from the way Kurt seemed to love his curls and yanking on them, which Blaine loved too. He would never put gel in his hair again, if Kurt kept doing that. And he was sure his lips were swollen and his neck covered with marks from Kurt. Maybe not as much razor burn, though. Kurt had more whiskers than he used to, but they weren't as thick and scratchy as Blaine's. 

“Can you imagine if we had gotten this carried away back in high school? Burt would have taken one look at you and grounded you for life.” 

Kurt laughed. “Ugh. Don't mention my Dad while we're naked in bed.  Please.” 

Blaine ran his hands through his hair. “Well, I suppose we'll have to have showers and brave the rest of crowd here, just to get some food.” 

“Not necessarily.” Kurt grabbed his phone, rolling off the bed and making a phone call. He talked softly, and fast. Blaine could only catch a word or two. Kurt put the phone back, smiling. “We'll get some room service in about 20 minutes. Just enough time for a quick shower and to throw some clothes on.” 

“This ‘house' has room service???” Blaine sat up, incredulous.

“Not normally, no. But I called Elliott and explained the situation. He laughed at me for a minute straight and then said he'd get some food sent up. He's going to tell everyone I'm not feeling well. Need some bed rest.” 

“And if people notice I'm not around too?” 

“He's going to say he heard you went back to New York this morning. So lay low.” 

Blaine's brows dipped. “Are we going to have to keep things a secret forever?”

Kurt shook his head. “No, just this weekend, we can keep things between us. Everyone knows we are roommates, after all.” He headed to the bathroom. “I'll take a quick shower, and when I'm done, I'll find some clothes that will fit you.” 

***

Blaine laid back on the bed, still shocked at the last 12 hours. He'd been on the beach, alone, and thinking of moving out of the apartment. And then Kurt appears and so quickly they were back here, hungry, desperate for each other. 

So many times during the night, he awoke to the touch of Kurt's hands skimming down his back, or kisses along his collarbone, and he needed. He wanted. His body just responded. And it was that way for him too. He'd wake, and look at Kurt sleeping in the moonlight, and couldn't resist pushing the sheet down to his hip to see the line of his body, stroking fingers over his sternum, and then kissing along his hipbone. Unable to resist the urges. Urges he'd been resisting for weeks. Urges he wasn't resisting anymore.

Kurt exited the bathroom, in a robe and a towel around his head. “Shower's all yours.” 

Blaine stood up, walking over to Kurt, smelling his wonderful spicy bath gel, nuzzling into his neck. Kurt batted at his arm, and pushed him away, laughing. 

“Really, Blaine, again…?” Kurt kissed Blaine lightly, smiling, and pushed him playfully towards the bathroom. “The food will be here soon. Shower quick, or I'll eat it all.” 

That got Blaine moving. 

***

“This is one of my fantasies, you know.” Blaine smiled over at Kurt, while licking the BBQ sauce from his fingers. 

Kurt looked around, his eyes wide, and swallowed his mouthful of coleslaw. “What, pigging out while watching the Kardashians?” 

Reaching over, Blaine grabbed another rib from the platter, and took a big bite, swallowing before he answered. “Not exactly.” He chuckled. “No, back in high school my biggest fantasy was having a full day alone with you, no interruptions. Just goofing around, watching TV like this, eating, sleeping… and having sex as often as we want to.” 

Kurt smiled, taking a big sip of his Arnold Palmer. “I know what you mean. We hardly had an hour alone together back then. Always having to leave our bedroom doors open.” 

“Pass me another corn on the cob.” Blaine held out his plate. When Kurt placed it down, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, bringing it to his mouth and sucking the butter off each fingertip. 

“Shit, Blaine….” Kurt gasped, pulling his hand away. “Stop, or you'll get me going again. And I don't know I can physically handle another round, as tempting as it is.” 

Blaine bumped his shoulder. “I know, I don't know if I could either. But after wanting to touch you for so long, and not being able to… it's like I need to make up for all that in one day.” 

“Me too.” Kurt said softly, his eyes on Blaine's lips. “Insatiable. I finally really know what they mean by it.” 

Blaine swallowed hard, mesmerized by the way Kurt was looking at him. He put down the rib, wiping his fingers off on a napkin. 

“You have some sauce on your face.” Kurt leaned forward, his hand grabbing Blaine's chin and tilting it up. Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt's face came closer, and then he moaned. Kurt was licking and sucking at a spot near his mouth. “Mmmmm BBQ Blaine.” 

Blaine put their plates back on the cart, and pulled Kurt back onto the bed, so they were lying on their sides, facing each other. The TV blared on, forgotten, as they stared at each other. 

“Did you really mean what you said before? About doing all those things we've been dreaming about?” 

Kurt nodded, his eyes steady on Blaine's. 

“Because…” Blaine hesitated, “… because I have a lot of fantasies about you, Kurt.” 

Kurt's eyes warmed and he grinned. “Even after the last day? I think we've covered a lot of ground.” 

Blaine grinned back, and kissed Kurt lightly. “It's been amazing, Kurt.”

Kurt nodded, serious again. “But you have some other things in mind?” He thought for a minute, and then nodded. “So do I, actually. You stumbled over one the other day.” 

“Really? What?” Blaine was intrigued.

Biting his lower lip, Kurt closed his eyes for a second, remembering. “When we were getting changed into the Ghostbusters costume at the pub….” 

Blaine smiled. “You have a Ghostbuster fetish? Kinky!” 

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Fine, make fun. I was about to tell you about a naughty fantasy of mine, but you want to crack jokes instead.” 

Blaine rolled on top of Kurt, grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head against the mattress. “Tell me, or I'll kiss it out of you.” Leaning down, he started peppering kisses all over Kurt's face, until Kurt was laughing hard.

“OK, OK, OK…. I give.” Kurt said breathlessly, pulling against Blaine's restraining hands, but Blaine held firm. “When you led us into the washroom, the type that is just for one person and has a locking door…. Oh my god. That was totally the beginning of a fantasy I'd had forever about you. And then you started stripping. I almost fell over.” 

Blaine laughed down at Kurt. “Hmmmmm….. if only I'd known what you were thinking then. So, you like the idea of a public washroom?” 

Kurt arched his back a little. “Oh yeah, something about that…” 

“And you kind of triggered one of my fantasies around that time, too.” Blaine replied.

“Really? What did I do?” Kurt looked up at Blaine, loving seeing this sexy, private side of him. Things they'd been too shy to discuss when they were teenagers. 

Blaine lowered his face to Kurt's neck, hiding his face. “The blindfold, when you took me to the movie in the park.”

“Hmmmm… if only I'd known then as well. I spent about half that movie rock hard.”

Blaine's head snapped up. “Ah ha! You do have a Ghostbuster fetish after all!” 

Laughing, Kurt again pulled against Blaine's grip, but it was tight. “Not the Ghostbusters, stupid. It was all your fault. You rolled over onto your stomach and I was staring at your ass for an hour or so.” 

Blaine smiled, leaning down to kiss Kurt thoroughly. “Thanks for telling me that. And about your other fantasy. I like that we can share things like that. Be open. It doesn't mean that we have to act on them or anything, unless we are both comfortable.” 

“Speaking of which, are you going to let my hands go, Anderson?” Kurt growled playfully.

Blaine let go, and rolled onto his back. 

Kurt propped himself up on an elbow, pushing Blaine's curls back off his face. He loved playing with Blaine's hair, and Blaine closed his eyes, enjoying the touches. “Hmmmm…. So you like blindfolds, and you were just holding me down for awhile… My spidey senses are telling me you got a bit of a thing there. Spill.”

Blaine looked over at Kurt, trying to read his face, looking for negative judgement, but found only a welcoming smile. “OK, but if it's not your thing, that's OK. OK?” 

“Wow, three ‘ok's' in one sentence. Yes, Blaine. This is a safe space.” 

Blaine let out a deep breath. “I like the idea of dom/sub stuff. But I haven't really tried much.”

Kurt scrunched his lips to one side. “I haven't either. But I'd be willing to try it. With you.” 

Leaning towards Kurt, Blaine kissed him hard. “You are so amazing, Kurt.”

“I kind of had other hints about it, Blaine. The way you like it when I pull on your hair, or scratch down your back. And you liked that even back then.” 

Blaine closed his eyes, rolling away.

“What is it? Blaine?” Kurt stroked along Blaine's arm, concerned. Had he said too much? Kurt nudged him. “Talk to me here, Blaine.” 

Blaine rolled onto his back, draping his arm over his eyes, and spoke softly. “Fuck, Kurt. You just talking about that…” He sighed. “I want you again, right now.” 

After hearing those words from Blaine, that familiar feeling rose up in Kurt also. “Yes, Blaine…. I need you too.”

Blaine uncovered his eyes, looking at Kurt, and Kurt swallowed from that look of heat, of wanting, in them. He loved knowing Blaine needed him like this, loved feeling the desire uncurl inside his own body, even after so many times in the last day. It had never been this intense with anyone else before. Just a look, a touch, and he was ready, wanting, needy.

Kurt grabbed the bottle of lube. “I think we'll be OK if we get really slippery.”

Blaine nodded, quickly stripping and then undressing Kurt. 

Blaine laughed as Kurt poured a huge dollop of lube into his hands, rubbing them together to warm it up a little. He liked that they were comfortable enough to laugh together, and still be so intense sexually.

Kurt moved closer, straddling Blaine's legs, and coated both of their cocks with all the lube. Blaine moaned at the sensation, getting harder under Kurt's attentions. 

Loosely holding both of their cocks, Kurt stroked. It felt good, but he wanted more. Leaning forward, he kissed Blaine as they rocked together, finding a rhythm, shifting their hips together for closer contact. Kurt got his cock right alongside Blaine's, the perfect angle. Moaning, he sped up the slippery thrusts against Blaine.

Blaine's hands were on Kurt's ass, following his motions, lost in the sensation as he lifted his hips with each push against each other. He just couldn't get enough of Kurt, loving the feel of his body over his own, sticky, sweaty, wonderful. 

Hearing Kurt's moan close to his ear, along with his little gasps of pleasure, Blaine knew he was getting close. His own arousal kicked up a notch.

“Yes, baby, that's so good…. So good…” Blaine moaned against Kurt's neck, licking and sucking the skin there. Kurt shifted his hips again, and with a few hard strokes, Blaine was crying out, cumming hard. 

Kurt sat up, still straddling Blaine's legs, looking down at his body as he grasped his own cock, stroking hard and fast. His eyes were half-closed, taking in the sexy sight of Blaine beneath him, sweaty, breathing heavy, covered with cum and marks from Kurt. 

Closing his eyes tight, Kurt reached his peak, his semen mixing on Blaine's stomach with his own. Blaine watched avidly, loving seeing Kurt coming undone like that. So fucking sexy.

***

They took a long bath after that, touching each other gently and with affection. They were like a honeymooning couple, too sore to have sex again, but unable to stop touching.

Kurt found clothes for them to wear to bed. When Blaine laughed, Kurt just gave him a warning glare. “It's either this or you going back to your own room tonight. It will be hard enough to resist you with these clothes on.” 

Blaine put the clothes on, knowing Kurt was right. Kurt nearby was always tempting, but Kurt nearby and naked made it hard to concentrate on breathing.

They fell into an exhausted sleep, cuddled close against each other. 

***
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