Blaine sighed, not really wanting to delve into his reasons for disliking Cooper and the cause for his rift with Everett. He wasn't proud of it and he really did not want Kurt to know what he caught his brothers doing. "Kurt, I appreciate it. I really do." Blaine reached across and squeezed Kurt's hand. "But it's not something I want to get into tonight..." //Or ever.// "I hope you understand?"

"Of course," Kurt answered. He wished he could bridge the gap and reach through to make Blaine feel comfortable talking to him, but his boyfriend had obviously been keeping himself closed off for a long time. A few days together wouldn't be enough to fix that. "But I am here. Always. The second you change your mind, all you have to do is tell me, okay?"

"You really are too sweet for your own good," Blaine declared, again tenderly squeezing Kurt's hand. "How did I ever get lucky enough to meet you?" Stopping the car at a red light, he turned to Kurt and exhaled deeply. Blaine could feel the tension and the strain of the evening weighing heavily on his shoulders. He desperately needed an escape, and Kurt was the only person in the whole world he could fall into and forget his troubles. "Kurt, I don't want you to think that every time you come home with me I expect something out of it," Blaine said softly. "But I really, really need you tonight."

Kurt smiled faintly by the light of the dashboard and nodded. "You've got me. Anything you need." He knew now that Blaine didn't look at him as just a sexual outlet, and as much as he hoped that eventually they'd find common ground that didn't involve nudity, Kurt would have been lying if he said he didn't need the release too. "Besides, it's been a long night. I could use a little distraction myself." He'd been reunited with his twin only to do nothing but make things worse. Kurt needed to lose himself in the one good thing that had come out of the drama they'd been wading through.

Blaine could already feel the tension unwinding in his knotted muscles. Meeting Kurt was the best thing to ever happen to him. He filled an enormous gap in Blaine's heart and in his life. "Thank you, Kurt," he said softly, "for everything." With both hands back on the wheel, he drove on toward his condo. Blaine found it difficult to concentrate on the road when the most beautiful man in the whole world was seated beside him. Somehow he managed to share his attention, eventually reaching the underground parking garage of the complex. "It feels good to be home," Blaine sighed, opening the door and ushering Kurt inside. "It's even better having you here with me." He drew the other man into his arms, embracing him warmly and kissing him soundly.

Kurt groaned and leaned into Blaine. For the briefest moment, his hands fluttered up to rest on his lover's shoulders. Soon enough Kurt grew restless and centered himself briefly to make a bold move. Kurt drew back and then slid down to his knees. His eyes never left Blaine's, and a faint smile curved his lips as he deftly unfastened the other man's belt and unzipped his fly. Though he had done this before with men he couldn't have cared less about, until Blaine he'd never known the thrill and power of doing it with someone he truly wanted. Just the sight of Blaine's cock hardening before him sent his heart pounding and the flavor of the man on his tongue as he licked at that beautiful cock thrilled him to the core.

Nothing could have prepared Blaine for what happened next. His entire body shivered with excitement as he watched Kurt's lovely tongue playing over his rapidly swelling cock. It felt unbelievably wonderful, and he drew in a sharp, ragged breath. "Oh, god... Kurt..." He reached down with trembling fingers, combing through his lover's hair and watching him with complete awe. "You're beautiful... perfect... ohhhh... fuck..." It took a colossal effort on his part not to thrust forward and bury his aching length between Kurt's sweet lips. "Keep... doing that... please..."

Kurt wouldn't have thought of stopping, but he still enjoyed the gentle insistence from his lover. He watched Blaine with rapt fascination, enjoying the play of pleasure over his features. He was gorgeous. No matter what issues they might face, Kurt knew he could never feel anything but lucky to have someone like Blaine. If they had survived what happened with Finn, they could survive anything. Blaine opening up and letting him in would come with time. Everything was new to both of them. They'd figure it all out.

Blaine's legs started to wobble dangerously, and he had never been so grateful that his condo's architect had placed a wall conveniently nearby. He exhaled raggedly, leaning back while trembling hands settled atop Kurt's head. "No one's ever... made me feel like this," he confessed, his throat clotted with rich desire. Indeed, Kurt was everything he could have ever hoped for in a lover. Beautiful, charming, witty, loving... It didn't matter that Kurt had made a career out of stripping to make ends meet. Blaine had fallen and fallen hard for this incredible man. "Kurt... your mouth... ohhh god..." It was magic, there was simply no other way to describe the wet heat, the soft lips, and that wonderful, silky tongue.

The words of praise sang through Kurt's body. His own cock, painfully constricted in too-tight jeans, cried out for attention, but he ignored it. For the moment it was entirely about Blaine. He wanted to leave his lover a gasping mess before he worried about his own needs. He wanted to make Blaine lose his mind and fall to pieces. By the end of the morning, Kurt wanted them both to have minds clear of anything but being together even if that blissful ignorance only lasted for a few minutes.

Staring into those incredible blue-green golden flecked eyes, Blaine honestly had no idea how much longer he could hold out. Kurt's sweet mouth completely surrounded his aching member, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. His hips churned, thrusting; his cock plunging effortlessly into Kurt's throat. His breathing hitched, and a strangled groan of ecstasy wrenched itself from his chest. "Kurt... unngghh... I'm close... so close..." Blaine's eyes rolled back. "You're gonna... make me... cum..."

That was the idea. Kurt wanted to feel Blaine losing it and taste him when he came. He wanted to drink down the other man's essence. Brilliant blue-green eyes locked onto Blaine's face, and he urged his lover to thrust freely. He'd long since learned to master his gag reflex. Unlike the clients he'd served, Kurt truly wanted Blaine to use him for his own pleasure. Just the thought made his cock twitch with need and ache for some attention.

By this point Blaine was keening hysterically and fighting in vain to stave off his impending climax. It felt good... much too good. And Blaine marveled over the fact that he'd been able to last this long. His cock swelled painfully while his churning balls drew up tightly. "Kurt, baby... fuck... I'm close..." he groaned, his thrusts growing ever more feverish. Blaine's dazed eyes widened as he watched his girth disappearing between Kurt's beautiful, glistening lips. More aroused and filled with need than he could remember, Blaine surrendered totally to the incredible sensation of Kurt's mouth working him into a frenzy. Suddenly he tensed and his engorged length erupted in a violent, wrenching uprush of hot coming.

Kurt swallowed hard, letting not a single drop escape. He continued to lick and such his lover's slowly softening cock until the man's groans began to sound pained. Then, finally, Kurt let go, his chest heaving and face flushed. Unable to resist any longer, Kurt finally reached down and palmed his own hard cock through the fabric holding it prisoner.

His legs finally buckling, Blaine sank down to the floor in a dazed heap. He blinked until his eyes focused on Kurt, and a drunken grin spread itself across Blaine's flushed features. Then, he lunged forward and grabbed the back of Kurt's neck, drawing him into a scorching kiss. He blindly batted his lover's hand away, taking charge as he stroked the prominent bulge between Kurt's legs. "Fuck me," Blaine panted against that delicious mouth, "I want you to fuck me, Kurt..."

"Do you... really?" Kurt asked, absolutely stunned and breathless with pleasure as Blaine's hand stroked him. That was the last thing he'd expected Blaine to ask for, and the very thought of it made him half crazed with desire. After watching Blaine come undone in front of him, he wanted nothing more than to do the same himself. Though he supposed it went without saying, Kurt still murmured, "I haven't done that before. I wouldn't want to... to hurt you or..." Or disappoint him. That would be a great deal worse somehow.

Kurt's hesitation disappointed Blaine. He had hoped that his lover would take the invitation aggressively, giving him exactly what he needed to alleviate the stress of the evening. But the shrinking violet before him would never be able to do that. "It's alright, Kurt," Blaine said softly. "If you're not ready for that, we can always do other things." He continued to caress Kurt through the confines of his pants, noting how his lover was close to bursting through the seams. His lips left a trail of hot kisses along Kurt's jawline as Blaine whispered, "Do you want me to fuck you instead?"

Kurt felt a rush of regret and guilt at having failed to rise to the challenge the way Blaine wanted. He'd handled it all wrong, and the moment was gone. Still, the way Blaine was stroking him made it hard to do anything but buck his hips helplessly. ""Y-yes. Please..." Why was it so easy to command the attention and desire of an entire crowd but so difficult to be that unrestrained when he was alone with Blaine?

Blaine simply smiled and caressed Kurt's flushed cheek lovingly, while stroking his lover's inflamed arousal at the same time. "We're going to fuck... slow and dirty," he whispered, leaning in to brush his lips across Kurt's ear. Although he might have initially been let down, Blaine filed those feelings of disappointment away. Some men were just suited to be bottoms, he told himself. It didn't matter. He had fallen for Kurt and wanted him no matter what. "Now, the only question is, do you want it right here on the floor, or in the bedroom?"

Kurt sucked in a shaky breath and tried to think. "H-here." It wasn't a romantic setting, but what they were doing was about passion and immediacy. He wished he hadn't hesitated before - he wasn't going to compound the mistake by hesitating now. "I want you now," Kurt replied in a husky whisper worthy of Blaine's darkly teasing words. He couldn't remember ever being so hard and needy before in his life.

Hearing those sinfully sweet words falling from those angelic lips nearly finished Blaine all over again. He cradled the back of Kurt's head, drawing him into an oxygen-stealing kiss. Although he was loathe to relinquish his grasp on Kurt's rapidly twitching erection, Blaine groaned as he forced himself to let go long enough to free his lover from the rest of his clothing. Then, he tore off the remainder of his own before breaking the kiss with a wet gasp. His eyes burning with desire, Blaine wordlessly pushed Kurt back onto the floor, and swarmed all over his beautiful body.

Kurt gasped as his lover's weight pressed down against him. He was so beautiful that Kurt found it difficult to believe that Blaine was all his. The man belonged to him and vice versa. Maybe things weren't perfect, but for the first time in a long while, Kurt hoped that someday it could be. He shivered and wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine, his hips moving eagerly to get as much friction as possible. "Sorry," he managed with a soft laugh, "I... well, parts of me aren't feeling very patient."

"That's a good thing... a very, very good thing," Blaine stressed with a ragged groan. Kurt's hands on his body ignited the smoldering flames of desire, and soon, Blaine was churning against him and trembling as his renewed erection crashed against his lover's. His panting mouth swooped down, latching onto Kurt's beautiful, smooth throat and sucking greedily. He moaned approvingly as Kurt's body responded in kind beneath him. His fingers curled in the lush, silken threads of the dancer's hair, while the digits of his other hand closed on Kurt's hip. The heat rose between them until both their bodies were feverish and glistening with sweat.

Kurt was unable to do anything but move against his lover with desperate passion. He found his voice just long enough to groan Blaine's name as his hips jerked in the older man's grasp. He could scarcely contain himself, and Kurt only kept himself from cumming through sheer force of will. Every shift of their sweat-slick bodies together brought the inevitable end closer. "Can't... hold on long..." he finally confessed in a broken whisper.

Blaine forced himself to back off with an almighty groan of reluctance. He would have happily carried on, but he didn't want Kurt to spill over until he was buried completely inside of him. Pressing one more kiss to those beautifully swollen lips, Blaine slithered down the length of Kurt's trembling body. His own bruised and panting mouth scored a sensual path over the dancer's smooth, warm skin. Blaine savored the salty-sweet tasted as his erotic journey led him in between Kurt's quivering thighs. Although he was tempted, he bypassed that lovely cock--which seemed on the verge of bursting--instead lapping the pool of precum that had formed on Kurt's abdomen. "I need you to get you ready, beautiful," Blaine told him hoarsely. "Can you make it a little longer for me?"

Kurt shivered and tried not to scream out his frustration. Instead he gulped in a breath and nodded. "Yes. A little." That part was definitely important. Because if Blaine decided to get creative or play around for too long, Kurt suspected that he would lose his mind and go up in flames. Maybe both. Instead he tried to calm himself and closed his eyes, hoping that blocking out the sight of Blaine's darkened hazel eyes and sweat-dampened hair might help a little.

Pressing even more hot kisses all over Kurt's flushed skin, Blaine closed his hands around the dancer's hips and effortlessly upended him. Kurt's ass was a work of art. There was simply no other way to describe it. Simply gazing upon that peerless rear made Blaine's mouth water and his tongue hard. He pried those firm, round cheeks apart and groaned at the delicious sight that greeted him. Diving in, he lovingly mauled Kurt's tender little pink opening with his mouth. Blaine devoured his lover wolfishly, probing and licking as he prepared Kurt to accept something more substantial than his tongue and fingers.

Kurt shuddered, his head thrown back and his hips fighting to stay still. The feeling of Blaine's tongue sliding inside him along with his fingers was very nearly enough to finish him. It was surreal how good his lover was at driving him wild. "N-not too much... or I won't last," he warned. It probably went without saying given the wanton moans he couldn't hold back. "You're way, way too good at this. God, Blaine!"

"I could... keep on... doing this... forever," Blaine panted out his confession. Another slow, lavish swipe of his tongue and then he was draping his aching body over Kurt's. He kissed his lover's panting lips hungrily, while taking himself in hand and teasing Kurt's twitching opening with the weeping tip of his swollen cock. "You're so fucking hot, beautiful. I love the way you moan and squeal for me. Hottest sound I've ever heard."

"I'll be a lot louder with you inside me," Kurt promised as he pressed his hips up. After Blaine's tongue loosening him up, he was ready to beg all over again. He felt empty, aching with the need for Blaine to stop teasing and start fucking him already. But Blaine was enjoying stringing it out and making him crazy. It was sadistic - and also insanely hot. "I need you, Blaine... please?"

//Jesus Christ!// Kurt's delicious begging could have easily made Blaine spill over in hot waves of coming. "You need this, beautiful?" he gasped, teasing his lover that much more. His hand still grasping the base of his aching cock, Blaine pressed the weeping tip against Kurt's hungry little opening. Slowly he sank inside... gasping at the incredible pleasure... and somehow managing to halt his progress with a Herculean effort. Only the bloated crown of his length was inside of Kurt, and Blaine kept himself in check until the other man could plead for more.

The first slow slide made Kurt groan with relief only for his eyes to fly open as Blaine stilled again. He could see the dark, teasing promise in the man's hazel eyes and knew immediately what he was expected to do. Under other circumstances, Kurt might have felt put on the spot with such intense attention focused entirely on him. Instead he gave in on instinct. "Blaine, please! Please, fuck me! I need you... I need..." Kurt's head thrashed on the pillow as he tried to move his hips enough to take even a bit more of his lover's cock.

That was all Blaine needed to hear. Kurt's desperation was like music to his ears, and unable to bear the sweet torture himself, Blaine took a firmer hold on Kurt's hips and slid himself home. Pleasure sang through his body with an intensity that took his breath away. "Oh god," he groaned, burying his face in Kurt's neck. Unable to wait and allow his lover to adjust to the invasion, Blaine started to thrust feverishly. His pelvis churned, while great shudders of ecstasy visibly coursed over his flushed skin. "Kurt, fuck... fuck yes..."

Kurt didn't bother trying to be quiet. He cried out instead and tried to keep up with the punishing pace of Blaine's thrusts. It was far too much too fast, but he wouldn't have stopped for anything. Instead Kurt found himself hurtling toward climax more quickly than ever before. The ache of the entry left him breathless. Every exhale was Blaine's name or a gasp of pleasure, and Kurt honestly wondered how he had lived without ever being so lost in pleasure before. All too soon the hot pleasure of release was upon him, and Kurt screamed Blaine's name as he came hard between them.

Blaine boiled over the moment Kurt surrendered to ecstasy beneath him. The flaring of his lover's ravaged passage around his aching length was far too much for Blaine to bear. He erupted in monumental spurts of desire, filling Kurt deep as he flailed helplessly against the dancer's wondrous body. The pleasure was intense, so much so that Blaine nearly blacked out from it all. Somehow he managed to remain conscious, as he refused to miss a single moment of watching Kurt come undone. He moaned Kurt's name over and over again, embracing him tightly as both their bodies threatened to shake themselves apart.

Kurt closed his eyes and clung to Blaine until their breathing evened out. Their chests moved in sync, one exhaling when the other inhaled, and the sensation was so calming that Kurt barely felt Blaine's weight on top of him. "I could go to sleep like this every night," he murmured, warm and happy and sated in the aftermath.

"Same here," Blaine replied dreamily. He pressed languid kisses all over Kurt's beautiful face, his lips moving up into his hair and then all the way back down to his passion-marked throat. Blaine's heart filled to bursting. It was almost shocking how much Blaine cared for Kurt. All of his relationships before this had been based on lust. This was something completely different. It was more powerful... more wonderful than anything he'd known before. Slowly he drifted off to sleep, still embracing Kurt, and wearing a blissful smile.