Until Blaine, that was.

Exactly thirteen days earlier, he and Blaine had finally gone beyond kissing. That indescribably perfect sunny summer afternoon had been amazing. What had happened in the days that followed was what had caused Kurt to change his ways.

Every moment his lips weren't against Blaine's was wasted. Every second he wasn't stroking Blaine until he came hard all over Kurt's fist was worthless. Every minute that they weren't naked, pressed against each other and separated by nothing by sweat and whispers of air, was meaningless. He was hooked on Blaine like a drug and he really hoped there wasn't a rehab program for this addiction.

Hiding it from the parents had been surprisingly easy. Kurt was a rule-abiding child and always had been, so Burt really had no reason not to trust him. Finn was almost always with Rachel, or at least he was at the moment. But, god knows he'd probably be back with Quinn again before they knew it. Burt and Carole worked during the day, and Kurt was only helping out at the shop when Burt needed him, which wasn't often. That meant that he and Blaine got a lot of unsupervised time together. It was kind of great.

No, it was really great. The fact that no one knew anything had changed made it even better. Like it was their secret. Honestly, what was happening in Kurt's life that he was turned on by having a secret sexual relationship?

Again, it was all because of Blaine.

Right now, Blaine was sitting across the kitchen table from�Kurt while they ate lunch with Finn. Finn was rambling about something the way he always did and Kurt was ignoring him. Like he always did. Blaine was talking to Finn because he was nice like that, but Kurt was just watching Blaine while he talked. If he wasn't so beautiful, Kurt might have been able to stop being rude and join the conversation, but each time he laughed or smiled or, you know, breathed, Kurt couldn't look away.

"Are you okay?"�Finn asked slowly, like he was repeating himself. Kurt shook out of his daze, inhaling sharply and looking back and forth to find both of them looking concernedly back at him. Oh, maybe Finn had been repeating himself.

"I'm fine,"�Kurt lied.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Anyone else want salad?" He scooped a few spoonfuls from the bowl on the table onto his plate. He'd made it, but he didn't know what was in it. Blaine had been eating a popsicle and, well, that had pretty much short-circuited Kurt's brain for rather obvious reasons. Kurt poked at the leafy pile on his plate, trying to remember what in the hell he'd dumped into the bowl.

Was that a Craisin?

"I'm good," Blaine said, suppressing a smile by taking another bite of his sandwich. Clearly, he knew exactly what Kurt's problem was. If Blaine was just going to sit there and look all smug, then Kurt was going to torture him a bit. That was fair, right?

He speared a forkful of whatever in the hell was on his plate and slowly slid the food into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed and even though it pretty much tasted horrendous, he brought the fork to his tongue and deliberately licked off every last bit of the vinaigrette. Finn was still talking, but Blaine had stopped responding. Kurt finally drug his gaze up from his plate--he'd spied a marshmallow in there and had been trying really hard not to violently react to it as he lapped the dressing from his fork--to look at Blaine.

Blaine's eyes were wide and dark.

Victory.

"Is everything okay, Blaine?"�Kurt asked innocently before taking a sip of his water and making a show of swiping his tongue across his lips after.

"Fine,"�Blaine gritted through his teeth. He shifted, crossing his legs beneath the table, and then it was Kurt's turn to hide a grin.

"So, what are you guys going to do this afternoon?"�Finn asked, oblivious as per usual as he shoved the better part of a sandwich in his mouth and then talked around the half-chewed food. If Kurt wasn't already acutely aware of the fact that they weren't blood related, it was in moments like these that he would have definitely known.

"We'll probably just watch a movie or something,"�Kurt replied with a little shrug. It couldn't have been farther from the truth, but it was believable enough. That was what they used to do on long and unplanned afternoons. Up until thirteen days ago, that was.

"Sounds good. I'm going over to Rachel's. I'll be back before dinner,"�Finn said as he put his plate in the dishwasher and aggressively wiped his mouth before tossing his napkin into the garbage can, "Thanks for making lunch."

"Sure."

As soon as Finn had disappeared down the front hall and out the front door, Kurt flew into action. He grabbed their plates and took them to the dishwasher. Blaine might not have been finished with his lunch, but Kurt really didn't care.�They had far more important things on their agenda than eating.

"The salad was... interesting,"�Blaine said, clearly forcing the compliment. Kurt rolled his eyes and snatched the salad bowl from Blaine's outstretched hands, immediately dumping its contents into the garbage.

"Don't lie. It was awful."

"It wasn't so bad."

"It had marshmallows and Bacon Bits in it. It was inedible,"�Kurt said, "But it's your fault that it was so bad. I'm usually an excellent cook."

"How is it my fault?" Blaine asked. Kurt blushed and cleared his throat as he moved past Blaine to put the bowl in the dishwasher.

How could he tell him? Sure, they'd spent most of their time together over the last two weeks engaged in some kind of sexual activity, but could he really come out and say the words that had taken up residence on the tip of his tongue over the last several days?

I�want to give you a blowjob.

Seven words that, for some reason, were really hard to say. He felt like he had back on that Saturday afternoon, though. Like he was ready to move on to something different.�Handjobs were amazing, and so was grinding against each other until they both came, but Kurt knew that there was more out there to try and to experience. He didn't want Blaine to think that he wasn't happy with everything they'd been doing, though. Because he was.

He definitely was.

But, he wanted more. And the more that he wanted involved Blaine's penis--no, cock--in his mouth. It was all he'd been able to think about.

How would it feel? How would it taste?�Would Blaine make the same noises when he got a blowjob that he did when he got a handjob?

But most importantly... would Kurt be any good at it?

He'd tried to watch porn. Really, he had. He wanted to be good at these things for Blaine, but whenever he tried, all he found was really bizarre stuff that he knew that he wouldn't like, so why would he think for one second that Blaine (or any person in their right mind) actually would? Maybe he wasn't looking at the right pages, but seriously. He couldn't imagine ever enjoying having someone smack his dick against their tongue or getting off of having them repeatedly take him so far down their throat that they were literally almost vomiting around his cock.

Talk about a "boner-killer", as Finn so eloquently described things that were a distinct turn-off.

So, when he had absolutely no blowjob skills, and had a pretty much crippling fear of disappointing his wonderful boyfriend, how could he tell Blaine that he wanted to give him one? Instead of saying the words, he just ignored Blaine's question while he finished cleaning up lunch.

The more time that passed while Kurt scurried around the kitchen, the more uncomfortable Blaine seemed to get. He leaned against the island, his arms crossed tight over his chest, and his eyebrows furrowed. Every so often he would sigh loudly, trying to gain Kurt's attention and failing because Kurt just wasn't ready to face him yet. As soon as Kurt started talking about it, he knew that he would want to put his words into action. He couldn't just mention wanting to go down on Blaine and then get back to putting things away. So, he ignored Blaine for the few minutes it took him to get the kitchen back in order.

Once the last thing was put away (which was a spice jar full of fennel seeds that Kurt had no recollection of using in any part of their lunch), he finally turned to face Blaine.

"Is something wrong?"�Blaine asked. Kurt shook his head and took a step forward, placing a hand on either of Blaine's shoulders and stepping in close.

"I'm just a little nervous, that's all."

"About what?" Kurt swallowed hard and leaned in to press his lips against Blaine's.

It was a quick kiss, but Blaine still managed to make Kurt's knees go weak by capturing his bottom lip and just barely brushing it with his tongue. Kurt took a step back before he got too distracted. Making out with Blaine was amazing, but that wasn't all he wanted to do today.

"Let's go upstairs,"�Kurt breathed. Really, that was all he could say that he'd done. He hadn't spoken or even whispered. The words had come out with his shaky exhalation, prominently displaying his nerves and prompting Blaine to root his feet to the tile and look at Kurt with concern.

"Not until you tell me what's going on. Something definitely isn't right. I can tell."

Kurt closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to decide what to say. He couldn't say what he really wanted to, which was "You're right. What's wrong with this scenario is that your dick isn't in my mouth yet." As sure as he was that he was ready to move forward, he still wasn't comfortable talking like that. Not out loud.

"Everything is fine,"�he told Blaine, his voice thankfully stronger and steadier now, "I just want to try something new today.�I've been distracted thinking about it, and that's why the salad was awful and why I didn't talk during lunch and why I've been ignoring you right now. I kind of can't think of anything else. Nothing's wrong, though, so can we please just go upstairs?"

Blaine visibly relaxed and took a step forward. He firmly grasped the back of Kurt's head and pressed a hard kiss into his forehead.

"You had me so scared there for a second," Blaine admitted. Kurt frowned and smoothed his hands down Blaine's chest.

"Scared of what?" Blaine pulled back and again leaned against the island, his eyes tracing the latticework of grout between the tiles.

"It's stupid."

"I don't care. Tell me anyway."

"I just... I thought you were mad at me and it freaked me out and I thought that maybe you wanted to break up with me or something. You've never just ignored me like that before," Blaine said, taking a breath to continue. Kurt stepped in and pressed a hand lightly against Blaine's lips with a smile.

"And people say I'm a drama queen."

"Please don't make fun of me right now," Blaine pleaded, his face so sad and pathetic he looked like a little kid who had just gotten their favorite toy taken away or found out that Santa Claus wasn't real. All Kurt wanted to do was wrap him up in a tight hug until that look went away, so he did.

"I'm not," Kurt said quickly into Blaine's ear, squeezing hard before releasing him, "It's just that... I'm never breaking up with you. Ever."

"Ever?" Blaine asked with a little smile. He finally looked like himself again.

"Ever. Now can we please go upstairs?" Kurt didn't wait for an answer, just started walking in the direction of the stairs and hoped that Blaine would follow. He did.

Each step that Kurt climbed seemed to intensify his nerves until he was practically shaking as they crossed the threshold into his bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed and Blaine immediately filled the empty space on the mattress to his right, not wasting any time and kissing Kurt deeply. This one was different than the one in the kitchen had been. This was more like the ones they'd been sharing during each stolen moment alone: like kissing each other was their sole reason for existing and without it, they would die.

Kurt let Blaine lead. If things would go the way Kurt hoped they would, he would be making decisions soon enough. And besides, Blaine was busy moving his tongue in the amazing thrusting way that never failed to curl Kurt’s toes. So, instead of shoving Blaine back onto the mattress like he wanted to, he used his well-honed self control and simply moaned into Blaine’s mouth, sliding a hand into his curls to pull him even closer.

Blaine’s kisses were always perfect. He knew exactly when to deepen or pull back, when to nibble or caress, when to break away and leave Kurt panting for more. It wasn’t that he had a lot more experience kissing than Kurt did, it was just that he was so damned good at it. Some people are naturally good at sports or cooking or learning a foreign language. Blaine was good at kissing.

And Kurt really hoped that he would be good at giving blowjobs. He’d heard from the guys in Glee how awesome they were. Puck had even on one occasion said that he almost liked them better than 'actual sex.' Seeings as how Puck had had more sex partners and encounters than most seasoned prostitutes, Kurt considered his opinion to be one worth listening to. Especially since it was a conversation Kurt had overheard between just Puck and Finn, not one that he’d been loudly broadcasting for the benefit of the entire football team.

Blaine trailed one hand over Kurt’s jaw. The action in itself was a complete contradiction to the way he was kissing. The movements his mouth was making were needy and hot and wet, but his hand was calm. Almost lazy. He took his time mapping out the smoothness of Kurt’s neck, tracing the collar of Kurt’s shirt, ghosting over pecs and ribs and abs. It was almost as if he was using his mouth to show Kurt how much he wanted him, and his hands to show how much he loved him.

But, it wasn’t supposed to be about Kurt today. It was supposed to be about Blaine. About pleasing him. About (hopefully) giving him an incredible new experience. It was about taking their relationship to that next level. So, as much as it physically pained him to stop it, he pushed Blaine away. Being adorable as he was, though, Blaine didn’t quite take the hint. He peppered Kurt’s throat with kisses as he slid one hand down to roughly grab onto Kurt’s ass, yanking him closer.

“Shhh. I’m busy.”

Kurt groaned, trying to regain his focus and strength and god why was Blaine so good with his mouth? He was going to have hickeys all over his neck, which he would obviously bitch endlessly about later, but at the moment he so didn’t care. Because oh my god.

“But... but I have plans,” Kurt said. Could he have been any more vague and inarticulate if he tried? Stupid Blaine and his stupid perfect lips and tongue.

“What kind of plans?” Blaine smiled against Kurt’s neck before nipping lightly at the surely bruised skin, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to Kurt’s dick. That was enough to snap him out of it.

He scooted away from Blaine, out of his grasp and all the way to the corner of the bed. Distance was good. With distance, he could actually think.

“I told you downstairs. I want to try something new today,” Kurt said, trying to catch his breath and willing his erection to go away so it would stop distracting him. His hard-on didn’t matter. The one that he could clearly see in Blaine’s pants did.

“Okay,” Blaine said. His lips were red and a little puffy, his eyes glazed, his breaths short. Kurt found Blaine attractive all the time, but when he was like this, obviously close to losing control and disheveled from their time together, Kurt found him truly breathtaking. “What did you have in mind?”

Kurt’s heart leapt into his throat, thudding so hard he could feel it throbbing there. What in the hell was he so nervous about? They’d seen each other completely naked. This wasn’t the first sexual thing they’d done together. So why was he freaking out so much?

Because it was a big deal, that was why.

“I want…” he started, finally feeling like he could again move closer to Blaine and not get mauled in a totally distracting way, “To give you a blowjob.”

Blaine’s eyes went wide and he just kind of sat there staring at Kurt. He stared for a little too long without speaking and Kurt was overcome with the sudden urge to vomit.

Blaine didn’t want him to do it. Kurt was rushing things and now Blaine was freaking out and it was all his fault.

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

“Unless you don’t want me to, that is. It’s totally fine if you don’t. I’ve just been thinking about it and-“

“I want you to. I…” Blaine cleared his throat reached out to grab one of Kurt’s hands in his own, “I really want you to. If you want to.”

“I really do. I wasn’t kidding when I said I can't stop thinking about it.”

“Okay, wow,” Blaine said, looking at some arbitrary place in Kurt’s room for a minute before cracking up laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“I think I just realized why the salad was so terrible,” Blaine said, still chuckling a little.

“I thought you said it wasn’t so bad,” Kurt teased, sliding one leg over Blaine’s lap until he was straddling him. Blaine leaned back on his hands and grinned, clearly enjoying the sudden closeness.

“It was the grossest thing I’ve ever eaten. I think you put chocolate sauce in it.”

“I still contend that it was all your fault,” Kurt whispered before lightly kissing the soft skin just below Blaine’s ear.

“It was the popsicle, wasn’t it?”

Kurt lightly flicked his tongue across Blaine’s earlobe before sucking it into his mouth, eliciting a groan from deep within Blaine’s chest and prompting Blaine to again grasp Kurt’s ass. He pulled him closer until their cocks were rubbing against each other. A little contented sigh escaped Kurt’s lips at the sensation of hard on hard, the rough slide of denim against khaki, the tenseness of Blaine’s thighs as they pushed up into him.

“It was.”

Kurt was done talking.

He slid his hands down Blaine’s arms, taking his time to rub over triceps and deliciously raised forearm veins. When he reached Blaine’s wrists, he pulled them out, sending Blaine dropping onto the mattress so Kurt could lie on top of him.

As his lips claimed Blaine’s in a kiss with entirely too much tongue, Kurt pressed a leg between Blaine’s, his thigh pressing against Blaine’s dick, giving him something to rub against as their hands shifted from hair to arms to necks. With a little grunt, Blaine gave one final hard upward thrust before forcing Kurt into a sitting position.

“Off,” he said, grabbing at the bottom hem of Kurt’s shirt and shoving it up his torso, his fingers unnecessarily grazing over Kurt’s skin as it lifted.

“Yours too,” Kurt said, his voice rough, his now bare chest heaving. Blaine lifted his shoulders off the mattress, fisted a hand between his shoulder blades, and yanked his shirt over his head in one smooth movement that was kind of ridiculously hot. Kurt practically threw himself back onto Blaine.

Okay, he totally threw himself. It was the only way he could get their naked skin pressed together fast enough. That, above everything else, was what Kurt just couldn’t get enough of. Of course he loved touching Blaine and loved when Blaine touched him, but there was just something really strangely intimate about being chest to chest. Maybe it was the feeling of Blaine’s chest hair against his own smooth skin, or the way he could feel the way Blaine’s abs expand and contract with each hurried breath, or simply how when he really focused, he swore that he could feel Blaine’s heart beating.

“I’m going to do it now, okay?” Kurt asked, ripping his mouth from Blaine’s and pressing their foreheads together.

“Yeah,” Blaine said, the word coming out a little strangled as if even that monosyllabic statement had taken a great deal of effort to speak.

Kurt lifted into a kneeling position and got to work on removing Blaine’s pants. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he remembered what a difficult time he’d had getting Blaine’s pants off that first time. It felt like so long ago, which was ridiculous because it had only been two weeks, but so much had happened since then that those first few fumbling moments felt an eternity away.

Blaine’s pants and boxer briefs flew through the air over Kurt’s shoulder in a matter of seconds, leaving him fully exposed. Kurt licked his lips and slowly slid his hands up the outside of Blaine’s legs, nails scraping lightly over the soft black hair until he reached the smooth skin of his hips. With a now practiced hand, he wrapped his fingers around Blaine’s hard cock, squeezing in the places he always loved and watching on as Blaine’s face slackened into a look of unfiltered arousal.

“God, Kurt,” he moaned, his hips already thrusting into the motion.

Okay, that was going to have to stop before Kurt did what he was planning on doing.

While he slowly drug his hand up and down Blaine's cock, he mentally prepared himself. He needed to start off slowly. From what he'd read, even just focusing on the head would feel great, so he could just start there and work into more. He needed to keep using his hand on what he couldn't reach. But most importantly, he needed be careful of his teeth. That was what he was most worried about.

But, how was he supposed to completely avoid them? He had so many teeth.

No matter how nervous he was, though, he just needed to get to it. There was no way that he was going to let this turn into that Saturday afternoon again when he'd frozen pre-handjob until Blaine had so kindly taken over. He wasn't going to let that happen. Blaine was getting the first turn this time.

"Scoot up a little,"�Kurt said, already backing up until he could drop onto the floor.

He knelt at the side of the bed while Blaine did as requested, edging himself forward until he was right where Kurt wanted him. This was something that he'd though about quite a lot, what position he wanted Blaine in. In the end, he'd decided that it would be best for Blaine to be lying on the bed with his feet on the floor while Kurt knelt between his legs. Now that Blaine's really hard cock was right in front of his face, though, he was starting to have second thoughts.

It looked bigger from this angle.

A lot bigger.

How in the hell was he going to do this well?

He gulped so loudly he was sure that Blaine could hear, but when he dared to sneak a peak up at his gorgeous boyfriend, he was merely laying back on the mattress. Waiting.

Forcing all of his nerves into submission, Kurt got as close as he could to the mattress, his hands resting on Blaine's hips and slowly inching their way in. This close, he could perfectly see every inch of Blaine's dick just sitting there and waiting. Waiting for Kurt.

He let out a long, shaky breath and watched on with rapt attention as Blaine's cock jerked a little at the sensation. For a fleeting moment, he considered asking Blaine if he was ready, but he obviously was. Blaine was so hard, his dick curving toward his stomach as he waited oh so patiently. Kurt took Blaine in one hand and breathed deeply before leaning in until his mouth was hovering just over the head of Blaine's cock.

Teeth covered?�Check.
Hand ready? Check.

Okay. He was ready.

Kurt sunk his head down and took the head of Blaine's dick in his mouth. Without even expressly meaning to, Kurt's tongue swiped across the tip and Blaine moaned loudly, his hips thrusting up and forcing more of himself into Kurt's mouth. It wasn't too much, but it still was a surprise. Kurt sucked in a shocked breath through his nose and instinctually did the same with his mouth.

Clearly, Blaine was a fan.

His hands flew to Kurt's hair, burying themselves gently in amongst the well-coiffed locks and silently urging Kurt on. It was surprisingly hot.

Okay. He could do this. He could definitely do this.

Kurt gave the base of Blaine's dick a firm squeeze as he again ran his tongue over the head. It was the smoothest thing his tongue had ever touched, and he couldn't help himself as he licked over it repeatedly, memorizing the feeling and savoring the taste.

"Fuck,"�Blaine managed, sounding rather like someone was choking him. Kurt looked up at him without stopping the slow spiral his tongue was making and found Blaine's eyes staring right back into his. "Oh my god, Kurt."

Kurt took that as an invitation to continue. Even though he'd gotten what he wanted and his mouth was finally on Blaine, he still wanted more. Taking a deep breath in through his nose, he sunk his lips down a bit further, his tongue sliding down the underside of Blaine's cock as he moved. The vein that his tongue found drew in his attention, and he spent the next several seconds tracing up and down it until Blaine was actually squirming while he moaned and babbled almost incoherently.

"Jesus, Kurt. I can't. I just. Fuck. Oh my god."

Finally remembering that he had one of his hands around Blaine's cock, Kurt slowly started to jerk him off. Just at the base. Just enough to cover what Kurt didn't yet dare attempt to reach with his mouth. The last thing he wanted was to gag the first time he tried this. That could end horribly for both of them.

He decided to try something new, using some suction and slowly dragging his lips up to the ridge of the head before giving it a few good swipes with his tongue and then sinking down again. Over and over, his slid the tight ring of his lips up and down, hallowing out his cheeks and keeping up the movement of his hand.

It was a strange sensation, Blaine's dick being in his mouth. It was heavy against his tongue and so warm. Since Kurt was so incredibly new to this, he just followed Blaine's reactions. So far, he appeared to be doing everything right. Blaine's head was thrashing around, his fingers still lightly gripping Kurt's hair, and it was obvious that he was using a lot of self-control trying not to move his hips up against Kurt's mouth.

But when Kurt happened to slide his tongue over the ridge on the underside where the head met the shaft, Blaine bucked his hips up. Hard.

"Oh shit," Blaine murmured, "Oh god, Kurt, I�love you so much."

Kurt couldn't help but smile a little. When he raised up to pay close attention to the head again, a drop of slightly salty precome slid over his tongue and something unexpected happened. A wave of intense, radiating lust swept over him and before he knew it, he was lurching forward to forcefully rub his own achingly hard cock into the side of the mattress and moaning around Blaine's dick. Just something about that, the taste on his tongue and that he'd been the one to cause it to be there in the first place, had ignited something in him. He wanted more.

"Do that again,"�Blaine whispered, giving Kurt's hair a little tug. When he lifted his head until he was pulled completely off of Blaine to ask for clarification as to what exactly he wanted repeated, his eyes weren't on his boyfriend. They were trained on the swollen and shiningly wet cock in front of him.

He'd done that.

Wow.

Kurt just started at Blaine's dick for several long seconds before he remembered why he'd stopped in the first place.

"Do what?" he asked, his hand gently squeezing in a way that Blaine was obviously enjoying. It took him several attempts to form coherent words before he finally blurted out.

"The moaning. When you were... oh god, Kurt, just do it again."

Sitting back on his heels for a moment, he continued to slowly stroke Blaine. He loved watching when he did this.�Blaine's jaw would go a little slack and the things that would come out of his mouth just got dirtier and dirtier. Kurt never thought that he would get turned on by a swear word, but every time Blaine let out with a 'Shit'�or a 'Fuck',�Kurt could barely contain himself.

He leaned in and drug his tongue all the way up Blaine's length before taking as much in his mouth as he could. It was farther than he'd gone earlier and he could feel the silky smooth tip of Blaine's dick slide back along the roof of his mouth. As soon as Kurt got used to the feeling of him being in so much deeper, he let out a throaty moan. He was about to feel start feeling really stupid and a lot like a porn star, but then Blaine tightened his grip and let out a broken moan.

Blaine's breaths were coming out almost as pants, and he pretty much wasn't even saying words anymore. Just combinations of vowels and syllables that made it sound like he'd completely forgotten how to properly use the English language.

Kurt couldn't help but feel a little proud.

And then things changed. He could feel Blaine tense below him. Kurt's hand that was resting on Blaine's stomach trembled a little as a shudder ran through Blaine's entire body. Each time he breathed out short and jerky puffs of air, Kurt's name was on his lips. Every time he said it, the word grew a little louder, more defined, and almost reverent. He was getting close and Kurt couldn't wait.

"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt," Blaine panted before the tone of his voice changed in an instant, "Stop!"

Oh god, what had he done?

He pulled his mouth off of Blaine as fast as he could, and as soon as he opened his mouth to ask what he'd done wrong, Blaine's back was arching off the bed, his face red and a strangled moan stuttering from his lips as he came hard, come streaking across his stomach and onto Kurt's hand.

Kurt swallowed hard around nothing in particular as a feeling of intense disappointment washed over him.

"Why did you ask me to stop?" he couldn't help but ask, the words just flying out of his mouth.

"I knew I was going to come," Blaine whispered, his eyes still closed as he lay there, still reacting a little to the aftershocks of his orgasm.

"Again, why did you ask me to stop?"�Kurt repeated.

He didn't know why he was so upset. He hadn't even made a decision as to whether he was going to swallow or not. When he'd been thinking about it, he'd figured that he probably wouldn't, but told himself that he could always change his mind. Apparently, without even realizing, he had.

"I guess I�just assumed that you wouldn't want to swallow," Blaine said, looking a little embarrassed.

On a normal day, Kurt would have given Blaine endless amounts of grief for being shy about saying the word 'swallowed' when he was lying there naked with come all over his stomach. But, it wasn't a normal day. Now, all he could do was stare at Blaine and wonder.

What would it have felt like if Blaine had come in his mouth?�What would it have tasted like?

Kurt reached out a tentative finger to trail through the streaks across Blaine's muscled abdomen. Blaine peaked open one eye to survey the situation, as if he wanted to see if what he thought was happening really was. They hadn't really done anything like this before. In the last two weeks, they'd always just cleaned right up afterward. Now, though, Kurt was really horny and curious and he just couldn't help himself.�Blaine had taken away the opportunity for Kurt to experience this organically, so he was going to have to improvise.

He lifted that same finger and brought it to his tongue, licking it clean and not at all missing the sudden movement on the mattress. Blaine was on him in an instant, latching onto Kurt's biceps and hauling him onto the bed, their tongues immediately sliding slick and hot against each other and Blaine's hands roughly working Kurt's pants open and off the second Kurt collided with the mattress.

Never before had Blaine been so rough with Kurt, and he found it ridiculously hot. Just the knowledge that Blaine wanted him so badly that he was pretty much losing control made Kurt's belly swim with heat and tension before Blaine had even touched him. Kurt expected Blaine to start off by stroking him, like Kurt had, but no.

The second Kurt's pants were off, Blaine was lowering his mouth onto Kurt's cock.

Oh.

My.

God.

Kurt's eyes rolled back and his hips arched off the bed only to be shoved back down by one of Blaine's forearms. It was the most indescribably phenomenal thing Kurt had ever felt. Blaine's mouth was hot and so wet and his tongue was doing amazing things that Kurt was sure he hadn't been doing just a few moments earlier. There was no way he was going to last long. It felt too good and he'd been hard for such a long time.

He dared to slide his fingers into Blaine's hair and tried really hard not to shove down in an attempt to get him closer. Blaine's head was bobbing up and down so fast and he was sucking so hard and his hand was moving and twisting so much that Kurt couldn't keep track of everything happening to his body even if he'd wanted to. As he felt himself already start to go tense, he released his hands and moved them to death-grip onto the duvet, his ears suddenly filled with the sounds of moaning and whimpering that he recognized immediately as his own. It was a good thing that he was so far gone, because otherwise, he probably would have been a little embarrassed at how desperate he sounded.

It was then that Blaine moaned around him, the vibrations making everything feel even more present and intense--if such a thing was even possible--and Kurt knew why Blaine had asked him to do the same.

It was kind of fucking amazing.

"Blaine," Kurt choked out, slapping a hand against the bed before everything went dark and quiet. It was only for a second though, because the feeling of Blaine swallowing around him and how suddenly everything felt intense in a not so good way overwhelmed him until he lightly nudged Blaine's ribs with his foot. Finally, he stopped.

Blaine slowly kissed his way up Kurt's body until he pressed their mouths together. A new taste slid into Kurt's mouth along with Blaine's tongue, and they both moaned at the sensation.

So that was his... Okay. Well then.

"Wow," Kurt breathed out once Blaine had finally pulled back and flopped sideways onto the bed.

"Seriously,"�Blaine chuckled lightly, snuggling into Kurt's side.

"Thank you for letting me do that." Blaine laughed harder at that.

"No problem. Any time. I mean, I should be ready to go again in about five minutes."�He consulted the imaginary watch on his wrist and Kurt scoffed before pulling him closer.

They just lay there for a few minutes, the ceiling fan circling above them and their heart rates slowing. The reality of what had just happened slowly settled over Kurt, warming him like a favorite blanket and causing a smile to tug at the corners of his mouth.

"That was another first," he said.

"Yes it was," Blaine replied, his voice sounding a little dreamy. The way he moved in to bury his nose in Kurt's neck further proved how sleepy he was. Kurt trailed a hand over Blaine's beautiful curls and sighed happily.

"And it was one that counted."

"It was."

"I�want all of my firsts that count to be with you."�Kurt felt like an unbearable sap, but he needed to say it anyway. Blaine lifted his head and smiled.

"They will be. And your seconds, and fifths, and hundredths," he said, giving Kurt's jaw a kiss before laying back down.

"What about my thousandths?"

"Now you're pushing it," Blaine said, the smile on his face evident in his voice, "I�might be busy that day."

Kurt cried out in protest and tried to shove Blaine away, but he was latched too tightly onto Kurt's frame to budge.

'You're awful," Kurt huffed, finding it really hard to even pretend to be irritated with him at the moment. Blaine just reached up a hand to trail over Kurt's cheek and to rub a thumb over his bottom lip.

"I love you, Kurt Hummel."

"I love you, too."�