Having finally dragged himself out of the house and gotten to the nearest convenience store to invest in aspirin and some ginger ale, Damien was feeling a good deal more human. "Yeah... course. Sure. Gimme a few." The young man, having just gotten back in the car to head home, started it up instead and pulled on his seatbelt with the intention of going after Blaine. "Hang tight." With that, he closed the phone and started toward the Lima Bean. //What the hell happened?// He'd expected there to be some apologies, some hugging and a lot of reconciliation. Instead Blaine sounded like he'd just watched a puppy get run over. When he arrived at the coffee shop, Blaine was easy to spot. He sat on the curb, knees drawn up against his chest. He looked absolutely broken, and Damien felt his own heart lurch in sympathy. "Hey! Get in!" he called out the window, wondering if Blaine even had the wherewithal to get up.

As if on automatic pilot Blaine's body reacted to Damien's voice, moving with a numb type of purpose into the other boy's car. He sniffled and stared down at his hands folded in his lap as if they might hold all the answers to the universe. Then, with a choked sob, he confided in Damien, "Finn wasn't with Kurt last night. It was someone else. I was so drunk I just assumed it was Kurt..." Utterly devastated, Blaine lifted his sad eyes to Damien and, barely whispering now, finished, “We broke up..."

"Oh, fuck..." //Ryan.// It had been Ryan. Damien considered his options. If he told Blaine, then he was probably going to catch hell. If he didn't, he was going to end up with an ulcer. "Fuck. Shit, it... Finn hooked up with Ryan. When you told me what you saw, I just figured Ryan ended up ditching him cuz he's like that. He just kinda... flits around, y'know, dude to dude. So... uh... fuck. So it was Ryan. He... I guess if you were drunk he might... kinda... look like Kurt a little." He held the steering wheel tightly, not starting to drive in case Blaine was too pissed and wanted the hell out of the car.

"Wait... what?" Stunned, Blaine's watery eyes widened in disbelief as he stared open-mouthed at Damien. "You knew Finn had gone off with someone else, and you didn't think to mention it?" Anger surged through him - stinging and white-hot - and Blaine felt the uncontrollable urge to strangle Damien right then and there. Only... "No, I can't blame you," he decided, voice quieter. "Even if you'd told me, I still thought Kurt cheated on me. There's no changing that or the fact that I... wanted to be with you last night."

Damien looked up in shock at that. The anger he'd expected. The resignation afterwards was something of a surprise, but still made sense. The last part threw him for a loop. He stared at Blaine for a full minute as if expecting him to take it back as soon as he'd said it. When that inevitable step didn't come, Damien ventured, "I just... kinda... figured I was there," he confessed, heart pounding. The whole thing had just gotten a lot more confusing, and he was still waiting to find out whether it was the good kind or the bad kind. "Um, anyway, where do you... wanna go?"

Blaine honestly didn't care, so what he suggested next took even him by surprise. "Can we go to your place?" His dark eyes blinked at Damien as if trying to take in the implication. "I... I really don't want to be alone right now, and..." Blaine shifted closer, resting his head on Damien's shoulder. "You weren't just *there* last night." He couldn't bring himself to be angry at Damien. He should have been, but too many mistakes had been made by everyone involved, and it wasn't the time for repercussions. Emotionally shattered, Blaine had no idea if he was coming or going, and Damien was his only lifeline.

"Yeah," Damien answered. He honestly didn't trust himself to say more. He felt like he'd just stepped into the twilight zone, and while it made him want to grin like an idiot hearing that Blaine had, at least to some degree, actually chosen to be with him, it didn't seem like the time to be happy. Instead he settled on just going with the flow. Things were too tenuous for more than that, though he felt a small bit of hope light in his heart and couldn't extinguish it entirely. The drive was quiet but pleasant with Blaine pressed up against him. As usual his parents weren't around. Half the time Damien felt like he was an orphan. They were busy: vacations, work, he didn't even bother to keep track anymore. The young man climbed out of the car and went ahead to get the door open. He glanced back at Blaine as if making sure that the other teen hadn't disappeared during the short walk. "I'd offer you a tour, but it hasn't changed much since the last time you were here. Not like they're here enough to redecorate."

Blaine felt a pang of guilt over forgetting how lonely Damien's life could be. It actually made him realize why the other boy had pursued him so intensely in the beginning of their relationship, and that knowledge only made Blaine feel worse. "Could we go to your room?" he asked in a soft, hopeful voice. He didn't know if he could ask for more but he really, really needed Damien to hold him. Without even thinking twice about it, his arms snaked around Damien's waist, and Blaine shuddered as he buried his face in the other teen's throat. On the verge of drowning in sorrow, Damien seemed like the only island in the rough and stormy sea of his emotions.

"Told you I'd be here, didn't I? Wasn't just the booze talking," he assured before carefully leading Blaine to the basement stairs. The bottom floor of the house was arranged almost like an apartment. If it wasn't for getting food, Damien probably never would have set foot in the rest of the house - and even then he had a mini fridge and a stash of snacks easily accessible in his own room. Not wanting to presume too much or push things in an awkward direction, Damien instead led the way over to a comfortable couch in the corner. It sat next to a bookshelf stuffed haphazardly with everything from comic books to The Grapes of Wrath. "C'mere," he murmured as if Blaine had let go for a second. Damien's hand smoothed up over the other boy's back. "I'm sorry this got so messed up. I really am."

Not doubting the sincerity of Damien's words, Blaine nodded and sniffled, "I know. You've been great, really great to me..." Although Damien had failed to mention Finn and Ryan's hookup, Blaine found himself genuinely touched by how much the other boy cared and looked after him. It was a much needed salve to his broken heart, and Blaine found himself seeing Damien in a whole new light. He drew back a little a gazed searchingly into Damien's eyes. "I don't know," he started, pausing only to swallow, "I don't know why I ever pushed you away..." Leaning forward again, Blaine brushed their lips together, tentatively at first, then with growing desire.

It was so far apart from anything that Damien had expected that he was unable to move for a second, though he rose to the occasion quickly enough. Damien put one hand on Blaine's cheek, stroking his thumb over the stubble covering the normally-smooth surface. After they were both momentarily sated, he drew back to meet Blaine's gaze. "This is probably totally the wrong time to even... but... yeah, okay, I'm not good at beating around the bush. You know I'm not. Is this just a rebound hookup thing?" Even if it was, Damien already knew himself enough to know that he wasn't going to push Blaine away, but maybe it would hurt less if he knew where they stood going in.

"No, it's not a rebound thing," Blaine assured him softly. "Even as wasted as I was last night, I knew there was something more going on between us." He met Damien's gaze unwaveringly, his arms tightening around the other boy's waist as if afraid he might wriggle free. "You were there for me when I needed you, and you're still here." Blaine swallowed, fighting back another wave of intense emotion. His heart hammered, beating like a drum against Damien's chest. "Whatever I was afraid of before, I'm not afraid now." He offered Damien another kiss, tender and hopeful as he whispered, "Please believe me?"

Crazy as it was, Damien honestly did believe the words. "I do. Pretty sure it means I'm a dumbass," he added with a smirk, "but I do. And I know you're gonna kinda get your mind blown by me being the one to say this, but... let's take this a step at a time. No offense, but you're a mess. When we were together before, it was... I mean, it was fucking amazing being with you, but it was like you didn't want anybody knowing you talked to me, y'know? I'm not doing that again, and I don't know how ready you are to have anybody think you're movin' on too quick."

"Okay, we can do that," Blaine agreed, only to hastily add, "I'm different now, Damien; I'm proud of who I am. Back then, it took me awhile to find the courage to admit I'm gay." Another gentle kiss, and Blaine sighed, "We can take this any way you want. Tonight though, I want to be with you if that's okay?" As torn up as he was over Kurt, he couldn't imagine returning home and spending the night alone. He needed Damien more than the other boy could ever truly know.

"Dude, you know how rarely my parents are home. It may not sound like it meshes with the taking things slow deal, but for all I care, you can stay here every night if your parents don't mind," Damien answered earnestly. Whether they did anything or not, he absolutely loved the idea of falling asleep with Blaine curled up next to him. "Seriously. Don't tell anybody, but I'm not only after that pretty little ass of yours to get laid."

Blaine couldn't help but grin bashfully. It seemed like ages since he'd last smiled, and the expression felt unfamiliar and a little strange. Damien continued to have a habit of knocking him off-kilter, only Blaine did not mind in the least anymore. He was beginning to like it. "Do you really think it's pretty?" Blaine gazed meaningfully into Damien's eyes, marveling at how easily flirting came for the other boy. He and Kurt's coquettish talk never reached those levels. //Kurt...// Blaine's heart clenched, and he focused his attention on Damien to block out the thoughts. "No one's ever told me that before," he admitted, his face warming.

"Liar." When Blaine actually blushed, he arched an eyebrow. That didn't make any sense at all. Damien was suddenly pretty sure it was for the best that things hadn't worked out with Kurt. If he'd honestly never noticed that Blaine had one of the most amazing asses in the world, he obviously didn't pay enough attention. "Seriously? Like... damn. Well, you do. In case it also needs saying, you are the sexiest fucking guy I've ever seen." He accentuated the words with a lingering kiss to Blaine's neck. Maybe it didn't play into his original intention of taking things slowly, but it was a crime that Blaine had gone so long not hearing such things. "Beautiful eyes... your lips... I can get hard just kissing you."

As hopeless as Blaine felt over losing Kurt, he couldn't stop his blood from racing when Damien's lips brushed his throat. "Really?" His eyes fluttered closed, and he could feel a hot, tingling, throbbing pulse begin to beat deep inside his body. He unconsciously tilted his hips to feel Damien pressed against him. Blaine tried to deep-breathe away his sadness. He wanted more than anything to touch Damien's body. Slowly, Blaine reached down and placed his palm and fingers on the other boy's ass. It was hard and round and warm and beautiful. "What if I said I want you to be my first?" he whispered almost coyly. "That I want you to take me... tonight?"

"Oh, fuck... I'd say I've never heard anything sexier in my life," Damien answered, taking a shaky breath before drawing back to meet Blaine's gaze. "I'd also say you should think about it first. After you... after we broke up or whatever before, I made some really, really stupid decisions. I did things I can't take back with people who really didn't mean anything. If we go that far, I don't want it to be something you ever look back on and wish you hadn't done." The very idea of that was painful, and Damien knew he could suffer blue balls for a long while if it meant both of them being completely sure that the timing was right.

Blaine warmed, slowly reaching up to cup Damien's gorgeous face in his hands. He kissed him softly, and then gazed deeply into his eyes. "I've never wanted anything so much in my life," he assured the other boy. His heart thundering, Blaine tugged at Damien's shirt. "Please, Damien? I know you want to take things slow... and I appreciate that more than words can say..." Another kiss, even sweeter than before. "But I think we've waited long enough for this... don't you?"

"Fuck." It was not the romantic reply Damien had intended, and he laughed at his own lack of suaveness. "By which I mean you are banished to the first floor for the next half hour." When Blaine looked at him like he was nuts, Damien arched an eyebrow and fixed him with a level stare. "Seriously, if you're gonna trust me with something this big, you can trust me alone for thirty minutes. Go watch some TV and then come back, okay? It'll be worth it. I promise." He leaned down and kissed Blaine's lips gently. "Trust me."

"I do," Blaine replied, definitely intrigued by whatever Damien had up his sleeve. For all of the other boy's wildness, he could be incredibly tender when he chose to. He returned Damien's kiss with one of his own, lingering there until he forced himself to draw away. "Okay, thirty minutes," he agreed, heading for the stairs. Blaine paused and turned to cast a hopeful smile in Damien's direction before retreating and finding a bathroom. Blaine caught sight of himself in the mirror; he looked horrible. His eyes were sore and red from crying, and tear tracks stained his face. Desperate to abolish the painful reminder of his breakup with Kurt, Blaine filled the sink with hot water and washed his face until he looked halfway human again, then he settled down in the living room and channel surfed while waiting with building anticipation for Damien.

It wasn't a lot of time, but it was enough. Damien kept a little bit of everything stashed in his room, plus his parents used the large back closet in it for storage of everything from decorations to holiday stuff. Candles he had on his own, it just took a bit of artful arranging to have them mostly around the bed. He settled on leaving just his reading light on and killing the harsh overhead since there was no dimmer switch on either. It took a little more doing to find anything else to pretty up the dorm room-ish space, but Damien did dig out a packet of Valentine-themed confetti. It was a little dorky, but it would do in lieu of rose petals. Smirking, Damien scattered them from the basement door and over to the bed. He felt a little stupid doing it. If Blaine appreciated the effort, though, every second of indecision would be well worth it.

It was the longest thirty minutes of Blaine Anderson's life. Having checked his watch more times than he cared to count, he sighed with relief when time was up. Turning off the TV, he started to venture back down to the basement. His pulse roaring in his ears, Blaine knocked gently on the door before opening it and finding an unexpected sight awaiting him. "Damien," he gasped, his eyes sparkling with wonder, "you did all this for me?" His smile widened as he wrapped his arms around Damien, embracing him warmly. "Thank you," he whispered close to the other teen’s ear.

Damien found himself smiling against Blaine's shoulder as he held the other teen close. "Thank you for not deciding I was way too big a dork and leaving," he answered with a laugh. It had been a definite possibility, and one he was glad to see off the table. "You deserve something special. Better than this, really." With a little more notice, he would have tried to lift a few bucks from his mother's purse to get them a room someplace nice, but this was good too. Damien liked the idea of holding the memory of it in the place where he spent most of his time.

"It's perfect; you're perfect," Blaine insisted, easing back and kissing Damien's sweet mouth. He honestly could not have asked for anything more. "Tonight, this - you - are exactly what I needed." Another kiss, tender but growing with passion, and Blaine was maneuvering Damien toward the bed. He tumbled down, drawing the other boy on top of him. Groaning softly as their bodies melded together, Blaine parted his lips and invited Damien inside.

It might not have been everything Damien could have wanted for the two of them, but he couldn't deny that it felt perfect anyway. His body melted against Blaine's, and he kissed the other boy slowly, languidly, setting an easy pace because they had all the time they wanted. No one would interrupt them, and he didn't want either of them thinking about anything but the moment stretching out between them. His tongue pushed into Blaine's mouth, tasting, exploring, catching the hint of mint that suggested Blaine had taken the opportunity to brush his teeth at some point in the recent past. Not wanting to let things get too serious too fast, Damien let his hand wander to Blaine's waist, pushing up beneath his rumpled white t-shirt and tickling against the sensitive skin there.

Blaine's breath grew short and his pulse accelerated; Damien's touch never ceased to set him on fire. His body clenched as Damien's tongue caressed the back of his throat. His trembling hands devoured the other boy's back, the beautiful curves of the splendid muscles that flowed down into the sculptured moons of Damien's denim-clad ass. It felt incredible to touch him and to be wanted by him. "I need you," Blaine whispered between achingly sweet kisses. "I should have never let you go..."

"Not gonna disagree," Damien answered with a sigh, "but it doesn't matter now. Doesn't matter at all." It might in the days and weeks to come, but what they were doing was above and outside the rest of the issues they might have to tackle in the very near future. Damien kissed his way down to Blaine's neck. The skin there was still slightly salty from the tears earlier, and he did his best to kiss that pain away. He looked up and grinned at the other boy. "You ticklish?" he asked, pulling Blaine's shirt up so that it was punched up under his armpits and moving to nip and lick down along his ribs.

"Yes!" Blaine gasped, shivering beneath the sharpness of Damien's teeth and the slick warmth of his tongue. He clutched at Damien as the slow, simmering buildup left him trembling with even greater need. His eyes fluttered as he watched Damien's mouth scoring over his torso. In the flickering light of the candles, the other boy appeared like a vision, more beautiful than ever. He self-consciously glanced down, and whimpered between Damien's passionate caresses, "I hope... you don't mind... how hairy... I've gotten..." Blaine's testosterone levels were either through the roof, or he'd had a growth spurt of late. Patches of dark hair covered his frame, particularly dense in his nether regions. There was no sense in waxing or shaving as far as he was concerned, but he didn't want it to be a big turnoff either. In a culture obsessed with waxing as much for men as women, Blaine sometimes wondered if he should spend more time on that particular area of grooming.

Damien actually stopped at that. "Are you kidding?" He took a moment, gauging the other boy's expression and found genuine unease written on Blaine's face. "And people think it's just chicks that have body image problems. Fucking porn." Moving back up the other boy's body, Damien helped Blaine wrestle his shirt off and ran his fingers upward over toned abs and into the dark hair peppered over Blaine's chest. "This? You? Sexy top to bottom. I like dudes. Dudes have hair. Granted, some of us a little less." He shrugged out of his own shirt and looked down to meet worried hazel eyes. "Don't ever think there's anything about looking at you that doesn't turn me on, okay? Cuz every fucking inch of you gets me hot."

"Oh god," Blaine sighed, simultaneously turning to jelly at Damien's heartfelt words while growing even more aroused. They were the most erotic words he had ever heard from another person's mouth. His eyes burned into Damien's as his fingers trailed over the other boy's bare chest. "I can say the same thing about you. I fucking want you to make love to me. See, you got me saying that word. You know how shy I can be, but you've got me saying it. I want you to fuck me, Damien."

Blaine's lips were on his neck, then his chest, then dipping into the silver rings piercing Damien's nipples. He was shocked by the depth of feeling he had for Damien that was all mixed in with his sexual desire for the other boy.

"Kinda like the way it sounds when you say it," Damien agreed with a smirk as he felt Blaine's tongue flicking across his nipples and gently tugging at the metal pierced through them. "Fuck," he whispered, unconsciously echoing that very term. "You're gonna be all mine tonight, don't worry." He wasn't so stupid that he intended to promise forever, but what they were going to share was something that would be. "No matter what happens, this right here? This is always ours." He tipped Blaine's chin upward again so that he could taste his new lover's lips. "You and me." He was half convinced that it was all a dream and that he'd wake up and find that he was alone in the basement as usual with some shitty movie droning in the background.

It was exactly what Blaine needed to hear. Time stood still as he returned Damien's kiss with one more emotional and moving than he'd ever experienced. His hands closed over Damien's denim-clad ass again, squeezing him, while his mouth was drawn to those delicious nipples. Gently, Blaine pushed the other boy onto his back on the bed and crouched over him, sucking and tonguing those silver rings, then he explored Damien's body slowly with his hands and mouth in a more thorough way than he had ever done before. Each brush of his fingers against Damien's skin moved him even more. Not only the feelings in his body but the tenderness for Damien in his mind seemed to overwhelm him in a hot cloud of throbbing, resonating pleasure that almost whirred out of control when his slowly moving hands reached Damien's swelling groin.

Damien bit back another curse and took a deep breath to steady himself as Blaine palmed him through the jeans. "Denim's really overrated," he finally muttered, arching an eyebrow. "Do the honors?" He had never experienced anything quite as hot as watching Blaine explore his body. It was as good seeing every step as feeling it. His fleeting previous experiences with sex had been grossly unsatisfying not for physical reasons so much as because he'd never gotten what he really wanted out of them. This was what he wanted. It wasn't just that it was Blaine, it was that what they were doing genuinely meant something to them both. "I want this to be perfect." He wanted the night to be absolutely everything his own first time hadn't been so that no matter what happened, Blaine could at least look back and feel a sense of pleasure when he remembered what they'd shared.

Blaine felt a hot rush of pride over bringing pleasure to Damien with the simplest of caresses. "I'm more than happy to oblige," he whispered through a smile that could have melted ice cream. He watched with fascinated desire as Damien's swollen length pulsed beneath his palm, feverish to the touch even through the cloth prison it seemed intent on breaking out of. Blaine gripped Damien at the base, making the other boy's arousal even more prominent through his boxer briefs. Long and thick, he couldn't quite process how well endowed Damien truly was. He dipped his tongue into Damien's navel, teasing and playful as he glanced up at his handsome face. "Is all this really for me?" He gave the length a hearty squeeze.

"All of it," Damien agreed breathlessly. It was going to take a hell of a lot of control to keep from losing it too soon. "Take it slow." When he caught the questioning look on Blaine's face, he managed a lopsided smile. "Watching you do this... feeling it... you have absolutely no idea how often I've thought about this. It's kinda hard keeping it together. You are so fucking beautiful, and I get to... just feelin' really lucky right now. And turned on. Christ, keep doing that... actually, let's both have less clothes on and then you keep doing that."

Precum dripped from the blushing tip as Blaine climbed back onto the bed, offering Damien a wanton view of his meaty ass where a trail of dark hairs disappeared into the secret depths. He fingers sank into the waistband of Damien's boxer briefs, tugging them down slowly and revealing the other boy's gorgeous arousal. "God," he gasped, "now that's fucking beautiful..." Taking Damien in hand, Blaine leaned forward and pressed soft kisses along the heated shaft.

There was a vast difference between the quick glimpses he'd gotten before and the long look he was being offered now. Damien enjoyed every second of the show and only barely kept from touching himself as he watched Blaine strip. It was like getting a private show by the most gorgeous man he'd ever laid eyes on. "Don't know if I've mentioned it, but I'm pretty sure you've actually gotten sexier in the past couple days. So ya know." His voice was as breathy as if he'd just run a marathon, but Damien didn't care. He wasn't trying to look cool. He just wanted to enjoy every last second of being with Blaine exactly the way he'd wanted to be for so long.

Blaine blushed despite his heated actions. His confidence grew thanks to Damien's welcome compliments, and he felt his breath stolen away when he glanced up and caught the other boy's murky gaze. "How about you?" he countered, nuzzling Damien's gorgeous cock. "I think you're even more beautiful than the day we met." His lips brushed Damien's abdomen, kissing his way back along his new lover's heaving chest until Blaine reached that delectable mouth again. Gentle fingers caressing Damien handsome features, Blaine whispered, "I want you to show me everything, Damien, everything I can do to make you feel good."

"Then you should know that step one is letting me take care of you," he stated firmly but simply as he gently urged Blaine to lay back. "Because what I want more than anything else tonight is to watch you come undone." Damien watched Blaine's face and met his gaze, smiling his pleasure at the quiet consent before he kissed the other teen again. "You tell me what feels good, what doesn't, when you need me to slow down and when you want me to speed up, okay? We're on your timetable. I want everything with you, so you don't have to worry about me saying no, got it?"

"Got it," Blaine agreed, nodding as he tenderly brushed his thumb across Damien's plump bottom lip. More excited than ever before, any nervous anticipation Blaine might have felt dissolved away. Not only had Damien set him completely at ease, but Blaine had completely surrendered himself to anything and everything the other boy had planned for him. "I'm in your hands," he affirmed, wanting Damien to know that he trusted and wanted him.

"That's a given," Damien agreed with a smirk, taking Blaine's ass in his hands and using the grip to drag their bodies together. He'd always thought that Blaine had the most amazing ass he'd ever laid eyes on. Having the freedom to touch and feel and ultimately take was enough to give Damien a heady buzz. "By the time I'm inside you, you're gonna be begging for it." Still smiling, Damien grabbed one of the pillows from the head of the bed and shifted it to lie under Blaine's hips. "Easier access," he explained before kissing his way down over the other teen's beautiful chest. On his way south, Damien sucked first one and then the other nipple between his lips until they stood out hard and wanting. While his lips were busy there, his hands blindly traveled lower, and he took Blaine's cock in hand to give it a slow, teasing stroke.

"Damien!" Blaine gasped, trembling beneath Damien's heated touch. He watched the other boy with dark and stormy eyes. "God, that feels good..." The sensory overload of Damien's caresses and his silky mouth nearly unraveled Blaine. Another shudder of wild excitement gripped him, and Blaine found himself awed by Damien's easy skill. One brush of his fingertips, and Blaine's whole world lit on fire. He couldn't even begin to imagine the sensations awaiting him when Damien finally decided to take him completely. "You're amazing, you really are," he groaned, slowly churning his hips to the rhythm of his growing desire.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Damien answered with a smirk as he continued to kiss his way down over Blaine's stomach. When he got to the Blaine's muscular thighs, Damien pressed his hands flat against them and then slid them around and beneath, lifting Blaine's hips just slightly as he bent to give the teen's dripping cock a teasing lick. They'd done some of this preliminaries before, but never like this, never with time to watch and look and explore. Damien wanted to imbue the act with all the reverence and passion and joy he felt at being allowed such a gift.

Blaine was barely holding it together, and when Damien's warm, slick tongue swept over his boiling length, he very nearly came. "Oh god," he whimpered, fisting the comforter beneath him. His cock ached painfully, twitching and flexing in a desperate attempt for more contact with Damien's mouth. Beads of sweat broke out on Blaine's forehead, the light sheen fairly making his face glow with arousal. "I always imagined what this would be like," he confessed in a whisper, "but it was never this wonderful..."

"And here I thought I was the one who had all the dirty fantasies," Damien answered with a smirk. Realizing he'd neglected a very important part of his tool kit, he nodded toward the nightstand. "Toss me the lube?" It was positioned conveniently by his alarm clock, and Damien reached up to take it from Blaine's trembling fingers. "Lay back and breathe for me." Taking just the head of Blaine's cock in his mouth, he slicked his fingers and parted Blaine's cheeks. His fingertips teased at the entrance, not penetrating, just testing the uncharted territory.

The gentle brush of Damien's finger aroused Blaine shockingly, so much so that he had to swallow and take the other boy's advice by inhaling deeply in an effort to relax and keep control. //God, he's really going to drive me insane,// he mused before any coherent thought he might have add burned up in a flare of desire. He could feel his pulse racing wildly as he looked into Damien's dark eyes, and focused on that sensual mouth nursing on the swollen tip of his cock. "I... I," he stammered, unable to form words.

Damien felt tension building in the other boy's body and paused for a second to let Blaine catch his breath. When he did attack again, it was with the same languid, slow, easy build up as before. Damien let just the tip of one finger penetrate the tight ring of muscle. The impossible heat made his breath catch, but Damien forced himself to still everything but his mouth, which descended to take still more of Blaine's cock in.

Blaine couldn't quite process the unfamiliar feeling. It wasn't anything like he'd expected. The burning stretch of Damien's finger was wonderful! His nerve endings tingled with the thrilling new sensation, and his aching arousal throbbed with desperate need. "Damien..." he sighed, his eyes fluttering. Tension melting, Blaine wriggled his hips in an unconscious invitation for more.

It was the signal that Damien had been waiting for, and he finally chanced adding another finger to the mix. He waited until Blaine's hips stilled and his breath evened out before said fingers began questing for their real target. Just in case his mouth didn't do enough to settle Blaine's nerves, he wanted to give him one more thing that would drive anything but pleasure from his mind. He wanted to feel Blaine's ass grasping at him and know that his lover was growing just as desperate for more as he was.

Damien's fingers coiled together, preparing Blaine’s body with tenderness and warm, aching desire. He surrendered himself completely to Damien's mercy, shivering and moaning as the incredible sensations filled him. Just when Blaine thought that the pleasure couldn't be more intense, those nimble digits brushed something deep inside of him that set fireworks bursting through his overheated cock. Shocked by the ferocious pleasure that gripped him, Blaine's eyes flew open and gazed at Damien in wonder. "Oh god," he panted, "I never knew... it would feel that good!"

Knowing that he'd done it right and that he was the cause of that pleasure was a hell of a thrill. Damien pressed down again just to feel Blaine's cock jump in his mouth and enjoy the shivers of pleasure that twisted his hips. He reminded himself that they had time. They had plenty of time. As desperately as he wanted to add another finger to feel the muscles stretching and tensing around him, Damien knew that Blaine needed more time. By the time they took another step, he wanted the teen too boneless and desperate to feel anything but good.

It was unbelievably sweet torture. Damien worked him over beautifully, drinking in his aching erection while those skilled fingers continued to manipulate his body. Blaine was so aroused he could feel warm precum oozing over the other boy's tongue. "Damien, please," he gasped. "I don't think I can stand any more." He was a basket case. Trembling hands relinquished their death-grip on the comforter and reached out for Damien, dying to feel that marvelous naked body pressing against his everywhere, to be taken wildly and totally.

Sensing the desperation in the words, Damien drew back from Blaine's cock as he gently slid in another finger. The passage was almost impossibly tight, but he met with no resistance. "Just a little bit more, baby. I want this to feel good for you. Gotta get you ready." Blaine might not want to wait now, but Damien knew he would change his tune if they rushed things along. His fingers scissored inside of Blaine's body, stretching and exploring, pushing the boundaries slowly but steadily.

Blaine nodded his understanding, his breath hitching as Damien gingerly stretched and explored his untouched passage. Achingly hard, his swollen arousal twitched with each brush of Damien's fingers over that magical spot deep inside of his body. He arched and bit down hard on his lip, his head thrashing uncontrollably on the pillow. "Damien, god..." Consumed by urgent, feverish hunger, Blaine whimpered as he fought for control as his cock threatened to erupt. "You're too... damned good... at this..." he gasped, his body clenching as another fierce charge of sexual excitement gripped him.

"Don't hold back." Damien smirked and waited until Blaine's gaze returned to him. "You're seventeen. Trust me when I say that if you cum? I can damn sure get you hard again before the main event." He kissed Blaine's trembling thigh and crooked his fingers against the same spot that had made Blaine writhe a few seconds before. "I told you this is all about making you feel good... so just feel good." Amazing was actually more along the lines of what Damien hoped for, but he figured it was close enough. Looking up at Blaine's flushed face, he opened his mouth and took his lover's cock to the base in one slick movement.

No one had ever talked to him like that before, no one had ever wanted him so much. Damien continued his loving attention slowly, bringing Blaine to another frantic state of uncontrollable need. His body was a masterpiece of clenching, straining, flesh as Damien coaxed him closer and closer to a rapturous climax. "Oh god, Damien... oh god... please!" he whimpered, twisting, pumping his hips, churning his pelvis, quivering and shuddering helplessly as he approached a killer orgasm. When it finally arrived, Blaine's overheated length erupted in a fierce seizure of ecstasy. He arched, shuddered, and exploded.

Damien drew back when Blaine finally quieted down and couldn't resist kissing the still-clenching muscles of his abdomen. "You are the hottest damn thing I have ever seen when you cum. I could pretty much watch that all day." He gave Blaine a chance to absorb the words before moving his fingers experimentally. "Notice anything different?" There were now three digits stretching Blaine wide, readying him for the next step. If he got this hot over being fingered, Damien honestly couldn't wait to see how good it would be when his cock was sliding into the same space.

Blaine Anderson was certain he had blacked out from the intensity of his crushing orgasm. His head swam as his senses returned, a drunken grin spread across his flushed features, and he fixed Damien with glazed eyes. //Notice anything different...?// His body reacted long before Blaine realized that three of Damien's fingers were buried deep inside of him. He managed a whispered, "Oh my god... I've never come so hard in my life... I didn't think it was possible..." What little breath Blaine had was stolen away when those skilled digits sent another impossible rush of pleasure through his sensitive body.

"And that's just the opening act," Damien returned, feeling more and more satisfied with himself with every gasp he drew from Blaine. He wasn't lying when he said he could have happily done just that for the entire night, but they both had other plans, and he ached to feel Blaine's legs closing around him and to sink into the impossible heat that his fingers occupied. They twisted against Blaine's prostate, pressing almost delicately so that it was just enough to tease, to begin drawing blood back down below the belt.

Painfully sensitive after his explosive climax, Blaine gave a helpless yelp of pleasure as Damien masterfully manipulated his body into full arousal again. "Damien," he fairly sobbed, tensing and straining uncontrollably. "Oh god... Damien..." He felt as if he was losing his sanity, that the other teen was trying to tear him apart with ecstasy. Blaine clawed helplessly at the comforter beneath him, half of him trying to get away from Damien's sweet torture, the other half aching for more.

There was absolutely no denying that Blaine was ready, and the thought made Damien's breath catch. He swallowed hard and gently withdrew his fingers, knowing how empty his lover would feel at the absence. Damien was kissing Blaine deeply before he could protest at all. "Do you... I have condoms, but I've been tested," he said sincerely. Whatever made Blaine comfortable he would do. That was the most important thing. "Whatever you need."

Blaine had never felt more desolate than when Damien's wondrous fingers left his body. The aching void was almost painful in comparison to the extreme pleasure only moments before. He swallowed, and shaking like a leaf caught in a sudden autumn breeze, Blaine gazed deeply, tenderly into Damien's eyes. "What I need," he panted, "is for you to make love to me. Right here, right now." Another kiss, full of longing. "You want me to trust you? I do... with all my heart." His trembling hand reached for the other teen's massive arousal, and Blaine inhaled sharply as the overheated length threatened to scorch his palm. "I need you, and only you... Nothing else..." He ached for Damien to take him, to truly claim him without any latex between them.

Damien could have said a million things in that moment, but he knew none of them would do it justice. Instead he pressed a gentle kiss to his lover's lips and slicked himself with more lube. It would be slow going because he had no intention of rushing. He thrust slowly and gently forward, nudging at Blaine's entrance. He felt the muscles tense and waited until they relaxed again before he began to press himself inside. Blaine's body resisted once more, and he whispered, forehead pressed against Blaine's, "Just breathe. Breathe and push out for me, okay? Let me in."

It was sweet and perfect and beyond everything Blaine had ever imagined. His body melted into Damien's embrace, surrendering at the first brush of his lover's ridiculously huge arousal. The burning stretch was much more intense than Damien's fingers, and as Blaine caught his breath, he lifted a silent prayer of thanks for the other teen's careful preparation. He shivered and moaned, clutching at Damien's back as his muscles relaxed in eager invitation. "Please don't stop," he sighed, desperate to feel even more.

"I won't." He pressed a quick kiss to Blaine's lips before pausing to catch his own breath. "I promise I won't, but I have to go slow." Seeing the understanding in Blaine's eyes, he started to move again, slowly rocking forward. It was excruciating in the most delicious way. The pleasure was so perfect that it bordered on pain, stretched out too long and too far and for awhile it felt as if they'd never get there. The ritual became everything, and when he was finally inside of Blaine completely, it was all he could do not to laugh with the relief. "Can you feel that?" It was a stupid question, but Damien had never been good about filtering himself verbally. He definitely wasn't going to stop when so little of his brain was actually functional. "You took it all. God, baby, you have no idea..."

Blaine's eyes, nearly black with desire, widened as he gasped and nodded, feeling every inch of Damien's massive organ buried deep inside of him. The initial sharp pain faded, segueing into a warm sensation of fullness that was shockingly wonderful. He took quick, deep breaths, and in a moment, he took hold of Damien's hips, urging him to move. "It's so good," he moaned, his body flaring around the welcome invasion. "I never imagined... how good it could be..." Blaine sought out Damien's mouth again, kissing him heatedly, thrusting his tongue past his lips.

Damien said a silent prayer of thanks. If Blaine had asked him to stop, to put the brakes on, he would have without question. He also would probably have died. At least it felt that way as they began to move together and their kisses mimicked the building passion elsewhere. Blaine was still tight around him, squeezing and twisting with every movement, but the muscles that had fought to keep him from staking his claim at first were now welcoming him with equal vigor. If he'd wanted to break the kiss, Damien might have told his lover that he'd never felt anything so good, but it would have been somewhat redundant. They both knew how good it was. The panting breaths that mingled together as their lips parted and then sealed together again told the story as clearly as words could hope to.

The one brain cell in Blaine's mind that hadn't been burnt up with desire vaguely wondered why in the world anyone would keep their virginity sacred when surrendering it felt so damn incredible. Damien's tongue, hot and sweet and slick, caressed his own with such passionate tenderness it made his heart ache. His sensitive body burst into paroxysms of explosive pleasure as Damien's girth began to slide in and out, out and in, setting his nerve-endings aflame. Blaine didn't think it was possible for his own arousal to spike any further than it already had, but with each powerful brush of his newly discovered sweet spot, he discovered how wrong he could truly be. It was too much and not nearly enough. Trembling hands roamed over pistoning hips, filling themselves with Damien's gorgeous ass and pulling him in even closer.

Damien had known it would be good. He hadn't realized that Blaine would want it so much, that it would be so perfect, that they would fit so perfectly together. Actually hearing the gasps that he drew from the teen and the way Blaine's body shivered every time they found something new that really did the trick meant that reality was a thousand times better than any of his fantasies. "You're perfect," Damien breathed against Blaine's ear as the hands grasping at him urged greater speed. He knew that it would be over too soon. No matter how long he was inside Blaine it would never be long enough. "I want to make you cum..." Gently he reached between them and managed to brace himself on one elbow so that he could take Blaine's cock in hand.

"Oh God!" Blaine groaned helplessly as his eyes rolled up and inward to the back of his head. "You..." he gasped, "you feel so good..." But there was more to come. It seemed there was no end as he felt Damien plowing deeper and deeper. His lover was deep-dicking him ently, stroking him in time with his passionate thrusts. Blaine was moaning and groaning, panting and whimpering; all he wanted was more of that beefy, pulsating cock. "I'm close..." his lips trembled out a warning, his body painfully sensitive. "Damien, I want... I want you to cum... cum inside of me..."

Sure that he'd never been more glad for permission to do anything, Damien nodded his understanding, well beyond the ability to speak. He pushed inside his lover once, twice, and then came. The young man's whole body tensed and then relaxed again as he did his best to keep moving. He didn't want to stop until he felt Blaine find that same blissful release. "Let me feel you. I promise I'll lick you clean when we're done," Damien purred when he found his voice again.

Blaine screamed out his pleasure, the ecstasy so fierce it hurt - but it was such a delicious hurt that tears seeped from his tightly clenched eyes. He was experiencing a sensation he'd never felt before, his very first anal orgasm/ Another huge dollop of cum ejected from his cock, then another and another. Blaine cried out Damien's name as, seconds or years later, his brain overloaded and he blacked out.

Damien had his face buried against Blaine's neck, kissing, licking, just breathing in the scent of the other teen. He registered the sudden relaxation and the fact that the other man had gone limp against him but didn't realize at first just how deep that went. When he shifted, sitting up so that he could look down at Blaine, he saw the closed eyes and felt a sudden flash of alarm. "Blaine?" Gently he gave his lover a shake, wondering what exactly the protocol was when your guy literally passed out after sex.

Slowly regaining consciousness Blaine's eyes flickered open, and a wide, drunken grin spread its way across his flushed, sweaty face. "You totally knocked me out," he chuckled, kissing Damien lightly. His breathing slowed in the quiet room filled only with the musky scent of sex. There was no way to describe the emptiness he felt as Damien's length slithered out of his swollen and gaping ass, and a stream of thick, frothy semen dribbled out onto the bed beneath him. "God, I can't believe this really happened. I feel like I'm having the best dream of all time."

"Just no giving me a fucking heart attack next time," Damien replied, lightly slapping Blaine's chest with the back of his hand as he moved in closer and wrapped himself around his lover's body. "I'm glad. I'm so glad it was... I just wanted it to be right for you." He felt silly getting emotional about someone else's first time, but it meant that world that he'd gotten to share that with Blaine. It meant even more that he'd managed to make Blaine's first time so much better and more satisfying than his own had been. "Will you be offended if I, like, go to sleep now? Promise I'll wake up and make it up to ya later."

"Not at all. In fact, I think I'll join you." Drowsy with the most blissful fatigue imaginable, Blaine could already feel the arms of sleep lulling him into its embrace. He pressed another soft kiss to Damien's beautifully swollen lips, adding in a whisper, "Just remember that promise when we wake up, okay?" Blaine smiled tenderly into his eyes. "Because there's no way we're stopping now."

"You never, ever have to stop," Damien assured as he rested his head on Blaine's shoulder and closed his eyes. "Promise."