Blaine POV

Blaine knew that he should stop this, but he couldn't. He had waited for this for so long and now that it was happening he knew he could do nothing to slow it down, let alone stop it. As soon as Kurt ground into him, sliding their erections together, he knew he was done for. Blaine had been hard most of the night just looking at Kurt in those tight pants of his and now he was sprinting up the stairs to get him out of said pants.

He had never been so happy that he hadn't locked his door when he had went to work this morning because with one easy turn of the door handle they men were crashing through the door dropping all the clothes that they had shed from each other's body and Kurt's bag. Blaine, now shirtless and Kurt having shed a few socks and shoes and a charcoal gray vest.

Once Blaine had pushed Kurt through the door of his loft he slammed the door shut, kicking off his shoes and with one skillful hand turned the deadbolt as the other worked on the zipper of Kurt's jeans. Blaine had successful completed his task with nervous hands he palmed Kurt through his jeans and he could feel his throbbing cock beneath his hand. "Oh god," Kurt let out. The sound of the want in Kurt's voice practically had Blaine creaming his pants from the sound.

"Stairs. Now." Blaine was only able to get out one word at a time. Taking on more than that seemed too big a chore at a time like this. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and dragged him up the stairs. Once they were on the landing of the second floor of the apartment, Blaine pushed Kurt up against the wall and plastered his lips once more to the blue-eyed boy. Their kiss was all tangled tongues and scrapping teeth.
After a minute Kurt grabbed Blaine harshly by his neck switching positions with Blaine until he was the one backed up to the wall. Kurt undid his jeans and pulled them down to just below his knees. He sank down onto his knees and licked the shaft of Blaine through his strained boxer briefs. Blaine moaned as he threw his head back to the wall. This was all the invitation Kurt needed as he worked the briefs down, a little too painstakingly slow in Blaine's opinion, to meet the pants letting Blaine's pulsing cock free from it's restraints. Blaine groaned deep in his throat as Kurt teased him, kissing up each straining muscle in his sculpted thighs making his way to his leaking cock. Kurt made his way to the base of Blaine, taking in his balls making sure to give both equal time. He licked up the side of the shaft eventually taking in the head of his cock. He started to suck, taking in as much of Blaine as he could.

Blaine could feel that familiar pooling in his stomach after only a couple thrusts. Blaine loved the feel of Kurt's mouth wrapped around his cock. "Kurt." He buried his hands in that not so coifed hair and pulled so that Kurt came off with a popping noise. Kurt must have known exactly what Blaine was thinking because he got up off his knees and was once again kissing Blaine. "Bed," Blaine crocked out before pulling Kurt into a dark room. He was kissing Kurt again, pulling on his shirt, allowing the muscles under the short sleeve black t-shirt to be free. Blaine threw the shirt to the ground and replaced it with his own lips sucking and biting all over Kurt's body, making sure to leave a mark or two as a souvenir as a reminder of this night together as they walked backwards.

Kurt collapsed onto the bed and Blaine followed straddling Kurt, kicking off his own pants to the floor as he attempted to pull off the skintight pants of the other man. Blaine had shimmed them down past Kurt's tight ass; enough to pull down the briefs that were already wet with pre come and Blaine was palming Kurt, methodically pumping his hand back and forth on his impressive cock, twisting his hand every so often eliciting a moan that went straight to his own cock. "What do you want me to do?" Blaine murmured into the darkened room. You would have thought that this was his first time all over again with the way his mind was racing and his hands were shaking.

Kurt looked to Blaine with lust filled eyes. "Fuck me."

"Are you sure?" Blaine was giving him one last out, not that he had any intention of stopping at this moment but if Kurt had asked, he would have given him anything in that moment, even if that meant stopping the incredible feel of Kurt's body sliding against his own. If Kurt had asked for him to hang the moon and the stars, Blaine would have given every last breath in his body to pull the moon into view and finding a way to ensure that every bright star in that early summer sky shine just for this blue eyed beauty.

Kurt grabbed him around the neck and brought him closer to his face. "Fuck...Me..."
That was all the invitation that he needed before he was crawling over to his side table grabbing a foil packet and a bottle of lube as Kurt was tearing off his pants until they were wrapped around his ankles. Without any hesitation, Blaine was squeezing a generous amount of lube into his hand and was warming it up. He gently slid one finger past that ring of muscles, which made Kurt throw his head back and moan. Once he thought it was safe, Blaine started to move in and out. After only a few seconds Kurt was panting. "Another." Blaine started to move another finger in and out of his tight ass. Not long after Kurt was squirming under him, begging for a third. "Another." Blaine looked at him with uncertainty. Kurt hissed, "Another!" Blaine obliged, sliding a third finger in and out.

"Oh god Blaine, I want you so bad. I need to feel you inside me."

Blaine knew that if he didn't fulfill the request that he was going to come, untouched just from the sight of the man withering beneath him. He tore off Kurt's pants, throwing them to the floor. Blaine was ripping it open with his teeth, a wicked grin promising so much for the night before he was sliding it over his wanting cock. Blaine coated himself with lube.

He teased around Kurt's entrance for a while as Kurt thrashed on the bed begging for more. "Come on, put it in already." Blaine growled low in his throat and gently slid in inch by inch, allowing both of them to adjust. Blaine was panting, willing himself not to come from the tightness.

"God Kurt. So. Tight." Blaine said through gritted teeth. Once Kurt had given him the 'ok' Blaine started up a slow and steady rhythm sliding in and out. Soon the pace picked up and Blaine was bottoming out every time and the only sounds that could be heard were the slapping of skin on skin and the moans coming from both men as they tried to hold back their releases as long as possible.

Soon enough, Blaine was feeling the familiar pooling in his stomach. "God Kurt. So...close."

Kurt threw his head back to the pillow. "Me...too." He reached down and started to pump himself.

Blaine grabbed hold of Kurt's thighs throwing them over his shoulders going deeper than ever before as he slammed into Kurt, making sure to find that magic spot each and every time. Blaine knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer. "Come for me, Kurt." That was all Kurt needed as he was spilling all over his hand and Blaine's stomach crying out Blaine's name. Blaine came immediately as the other boy screamed out his name in ecstasy, knowing that he had brought that amazing release out of him. Blaine could feel the clench of Kurt around him as he filled the condom, crying out the name that he had only dreamed of using in bed.

"Kuuuurt." Blaine dropped Kurt's legs off of his shoulders moving through both of their post-sex highs until Blaine could no longer take it and he collapsed on top of a very disheveled Kurt.

Both men lay there, chests heaving. Kurt started to stroke Blaine's unruly curls. "Oh."

"My," Blaine said muffled in a pillow.

"God," Kurt finished.

Blaine rolled off of Kurt, pulling out his rapidly softening cock. He got up out of bed, pulled off the used condom, and headed for the adjoining bathroom to retrieve a towel. He was wiping himself off as he walked back into the room to the most glorious sight he had ever seen. Kurt lay out across his bed in the afterglow of sex, hair rumpled and body beaded with sweat. "Wow."

Kurt looked up through heavy lashes. "What?"

Blaine made his way over to the bed. "You just-you are so beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?"

Kurt blushed as Blaine sat down on the bed and handed him the towel, laying a kiss atop his forehead. "Never with so much enthusiasm." Kurt wiped off his body. Once he was again clean, Blaine lay out in the bed again pulling Kurt into his side, the two wrapped together much like the night that they had spent together on the couch. "Well so much for going slow." Blaine stifled his laugh in Kurt's hair as Kurt let out his own giggle. "Blaine that was nothing short of..."

"Perfect?" Blaine interrupted. "I know. I feel the same way."

"What the hell have I been doing with my life, missing out on something like that?"

Blaine laughed. "I don't know."

"I don't know either but it took too damn long." Blaine buried himself into Kurt's hair as he could feel his eyes growing heavy. They lay silent for a while just basking in feeling of being able to hold each other like this. "Blaine?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you." Kurt laid a hand on Blaine's chest and started to rub a soothing pattern from his collarbone to his bellybutton. The 'thank you' was more than just for the sex. It was for everything. For always being there, for that song, and for being able to show him that there was going to be life after Erik, that Erik wouldn't be the last man to ever make him feel wanted. "Goodnight." Kurt laid one last kiss on Blaine's chest.

"Goodnight." Blaine managed to vocalize before he gave into the drowsiness.

Kurt POV

Kurt could feel the early morning light streaming through the window. He blinked himself awake and stirred a little to avert his gaze from the sun. As soon as he moved something moved beneath him. He could feel the smooth muscles beneath his hand and the arm that was protectively wrapped around pulling him in close. He slowly turned his chin upward to see a sleeping Blaine and took a deep inhale. He would never get sick of that scent. That near perfect, pleasantly odd combination of the natural muskiness of Blaine mixing with his (no doubt) acquired scent of freshly brewed coffee on a Saturday morning.

The previous night came flooding back like some kind of fairy tale, the way that their bodies had fit so perfectly together, the way that they moved as one, the way that he was just...perfect. How had I never seen it before? Kurt felt utterly stupid for ever going this long without him. Those years spent with Erik, the one who seemed like a dream come true for anyone, perfect body, perfect skin, perfect job, perfect everything, felt like nothing all of a sudden in comparison to the one night that he had spent with this short, goofy, curly headed, hazel eyed boy. Kurt was starting to panic, him and Erik hadn't broken up but four days ago and here he was sleeping naked next to some other guy.

Suddenly he could feel someone stroking his hair and all his worries flew right out the window. "Mmm, good morning."

"Good morning." Kurt replied. "How did you sleep?"

"Better than ever with you next to me." God he always knew what to say and when to say it. Kurt's heart fluttered in his chest. "What time is it?"

Kurt looked at the alarm clock next to the bed. "7:13am." He turned his attention back to Blaine. "You got any coffee?" Kurt asked. He could use a little motivation after all the energy they had exerted the night before.

"It's all downstairs. I don't keep any in the loft." Blaine mumbled still through shut eyes.

"Ok. I'll be back." Kurt slipped out of bed and looked around the room for something to put on. He looked around the room at all the scattered clothing and found an old 'Interval' t-shirt from several days ago that was ridden with dried coffee stains and flour all over it and slipped it on. He also, in the pile of wreckage, found his underwear from the night before and slipped that on. He went tiptoeing through the room, down the stairs to the front door where he saw some clothes that had not quite made the trip up last night. He reminded himself to pick those up when he returned.

He unlocked the front door and tiptoed his way down to the shop. As he got to the last step and looked out into the shop he knew he had made a huge mistake. People, everywhere sat silent just looking at him. Oh Jesus Christ what have I done? What felt like hundreds of eyes stared at him silently, motionless, no doubt judging him. After a few seconds of the awkward silence Kurt heard one voice to pierce through the crowd. "Finally," Wes screamed out. Kurt was blushing. No. This was more than blushing, his cheeks were on fire the heat was so intense. He could feel his heart racing and his palms growing sweaty. Reese and Lacy had made their way out from the back to see what the commotion was, or lack there of. They came out and Kurt knew the moment that they saw him, standing there in all his glory with nothing but his underwear and Blaine's t-shirt on. Shit! Their eyes grew wide. Kurt pulled down on the t-shirt to try to hide his lack of clothing. Lacy and Reese giggled with each other.

Kurt finally found his feet and his mind finally slowed down enough to tell him what to do. He turned on his heels and ran right back up the stairs, through the front door, up the stairs, and right to Blaine's bedroom where he was just starting to stir awake.

"Where did you go?" Blaine asked grabbing for Kurt to come lay back down with him.

Kurt ignored the question. "Do you know the shop is open?"

Blaine looked confused. "Of course it is. It opens at 6am. Wes opened."

"Well you told me the coffee was downstairs."

"Wait what does that have to do with anything?" Kurt just looked at him modeling his ensemble for him. Everything must have clicked into place in Blaine's head clearing out the early morning haze. "You went downstairs like that?" He gestures to Kurt to come lay down with him and Kurt reluctantly did so. "Why?"

Kurt cuddled into his side and Blaine draped an arm around him, rubbing up and down, soothing Kurt's racing mind slightly. "You said the coffee was downstairs."

"But the shop is open."

"I know that now." Blaine laughed. "It's not funny."

"Well maybe no one saw you."

"Highly unlikely." Kurt angled his head so he was looking at Blaine. "The entire shop went quiet and Wes, Lacy, Reese, they all saw me. You should have seen their faces, Blaine." Blaine snorted. "Blaaaaine." Kurt was complaining now.

"I know, I know. Not funny." Blaine laid a kiss on top of Kurt's hair. "Your just so cute when your flustered. But if Wes saw you, he will never let us live this down."

Kurt buried his face in Blaine's chest and groaned. Blaine laughed, laid a kiss atop Kurt's head and whispered into his hair, "Come on. We both need a shower." Blaine was dragging Kurt out of bed groaning. "Come on. It'll make you feel better."

Twenty minutes later they were both walking out of the shower, lips swollen and feeling completely satisfied for the time being. The two men had taken their time exploring each other's body with their hands, with their lips, with their tongues. They had been so close that it only took both a couple of pumps before they were spilling all over the shower walls as they watched it wash down the drain.

"Oh shit. I don't have any clothes for work. I can't go in with yesterday's clothes on!"

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and hooked his chin over his shoulder from behind. "Just wear some of mine for today." Blaine kissed behind his ear.

"I don't think that Isabelle will appreciate me showing up in jeans and a t-shirt." Kurt joked.

"Oh so Prada and Tom Ford aren't good enough for you now?"

"What?" Kurt ran to Blaine's closet and was just enthralled with all the labels. Armani, Tommy, Gucci. Kurt was in heaven. "How the hell do you have all of this?"

"I told you. I'm doing quite well for myself."

"I guess. How many cups of coffee did you have to sell to be able to afford this?" Kurt was holding up a Tom Ford suit from the fall collection from two years ago.

"Many." Blaine laughed. "No, I had that before I opened the shop. Everything I have is a couple years old but I think you could still make them look good. You could make a paper bag look good."

Kurt picked up a pair of black dress pants, a white short sleeve button up and threw them on. He looked at himself in the full-length mirror in the bathroom. He still needed something. All of a sudden Blaine showed up behind him with a pink chevron patterned bow tie. "Here." He was tying the tie around his neck. Once he was done he looked in the mirror. It was perfect. Blaine kissed the top of his head and went to brush his teeth.

Kurt couldn't help but think how domestic the whole morning had felt. Moving with each other, knowing what the other was going to do and being able to work around it. That was something that Kurt and Erik and never had, something that he wanted.

"Blaine?" He looked up through a foamy mouth of toothpaste. "What's going on?"

Blaine spit out the toothpaste. "What do you mean?"

"I mean with us. What is this? I don't really do casual hookups."

"Neither do I." Blaine got a puzzled look on his face. "Is that what you want?"

"No...Yes...I don't know. What do you want?"

Blaine grunted. "I asked you first. Do you want this to be a casual hookup yes or no?" Blaine and walked over and hooked his arms around Kurt's waist. He was working a spot on his neck just below his collar into a bright red spot before gliding his tongue over it to sooth it knowing that Kurt could just add it to the collection that was up and down his torso. "I don't know what I want. I want you and that's all I know."

"But."

"But I just got out of a long term relationship less than a week ago, no less. I don't think I should be jumping right back into something this quickly." That was the truth. Kurt had laid it all out there and hoped that Blaine could accept it.

"I can understand that." He took a step away but held onto Kurt's hand.

"I don't want you to think that I don't want this though." Kurt motioned between the two of them.

"Good, because I want this too." Blaine kissed the back of Kurt's hand. "You set the pace. This time we will go slow, no rushing things which means no more sex." Kurt groaned. Blaine laughed. "Trust me, I'll be mourning the loss too. When you're ready then we'll talk about it."

Kurt looked confused for a moment. "So, we're going to try this?"

"Definitely." Blaine shot Kurt his signature big goofy grin. Kurt leaned in to place a peck on Blaine's lips.

"This is aloud? Kissing, I mean," Blaine asked.

"Yes. You take this and sex away from me, we are going to have some serious problems." Blaine snickered before leaning in to peck lightly at Kurt's lips. "Where have you been all my life?"

Blaine just laughed quietly to himself. "Right in front of you patiently waiting." Blaine leaned in for another kiss that went a little deeper before pulling away. "Now if I don't get to work my boss will have my head on a platter and word around town is that he has been quite the uptight asshole lately but I'm thinking that is going to turn around soon now that he has gotten laid."

Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine kissed him on the forehead. "Come on Coffee Boy, let's go." Kurt grabbed his hand and was dragging him out the front door of the loft and they were trotting down the stairs hand in hand giggling the whole way.
When they reached the bottom stair they separated, Blaine ducking behind the bar and Kurt staying on the other side of the counter. They could feel the staff's eyes on them, especially Wes, boring into the back of their heads. Blaine instinctively went to his position near the espresso machine. He leaned on the counter, "Do you have time to sit down and have a cup or do you need to go?"

Kurt looked at the hanging clock. "I should probably get going. Isabelle kicked me out early on Friday so I have some catching up to do."

"Ok." Blaine went to work making the grande nonfat mocha. He worked silently for several minutes and once he was done, handed the cup over to Kurt. "Sorry, I kind of forgot about the mystery muffin. Can I just give you one of the fresh ones for the day?"

"Of course. Besides the real treat came last night." Kurt winked and Blaine blushed a shade of red that Kurt had never seen on him. Kurt started to dig around for his wallet in his messenger bag.

Blaine stopped him. "Uh-uh. You are not paying me."

"Blaine, just because you got in my pants last night, does not mean that our deal is off. I'm going to pay you and you are going to like it." Kurt slapped the appropriate amount on the counter and put his wallet away.

"God you are stubborn. Is this what I have to look forward to?" Blaine took the money and was starting to put it into the register.

"For a long time to come." Blaine looked at him, more seriously now than he had been before. Kurt felt self-conscious so he spoke up as Blaine grabbed him a Very Berry muffin, which Blaine knew was one of his favorites. "So I will see you tomorrow?"

"I'll be here." Kurt leaned across the counter and took Blaine's mouth into a not overly passionate kiss but one that suggested way, way more than friendship.

Kurt pulled away and thought that this felt like they had been doing this forever instead of only several hours. "Text me when that asshole of a boss let's you have a break."

"Ok, will do. Call me when you get off of work."

"Ok. See you later, babe." Kurt gave him one more chaste kiss before moving toward the front door.

"Have a good day," Blaine called after him and Kurt turned and smiled before exiting out the front door.

Blaine POV

Blaine's heart was racing a mile a minute. If you had asked him less than 24 hours ago how he thought his morning might go, this was definitely not it. He moved around as order after order came in that he had to fill but there seemed to be a spring in his step. He had only dreamed of the day that Kurt came into his shop and leaned across the counter for a kiss before skipping off to work. Blaine had dreamt it for so long, he thought it might never become reality...that was until last night.

Wes sauntered over to him. "Well, it seems like clean up went alright last night. Was it worth the wait?" Wes asked with a crooked grin. "Was it everything you had hoped for and more? I just hope you were able to keep it off the machines."

Blaine just chuckled as he filled an order for a French vanilla latte. "Shut up."

Wes snickered to himself. "Seriously dude. Good for you. It seems like you two finally figured out that you should be together. I'm happy for you."

"Thanks Wes." Blaine handed over the order with a smile and started on the next one.

Just then Lacy walked by with her arms full of boxes. "Way to go boss."

Reese followed shortly behind. "You guys make such a cute couple."

Blaine drew his mouth into a line and raised a hand. "Thanks girls." He turned to Wes. "What does everyone know that I had sex last night?"

"Well when your boy toy comes down here advertising it wearing nothing but your t-shirt and some skivvies, you have to assume everyone knows. Which, by the way, was hot. You should get him a t-shirt for next time. His legs are incredible, I would do him."

"Ok, thank you for that. Get back to work."

Kurt was all that Blaine could think about for the rest of the day. After they had closed he sent out a quick text.

10:34pm

Do you have dinner plans for tomorrow night??

Kurt<3

10:34pm

No

10:35pm

Good. Don't make any.

Kurt <3

10:36pm

May I ask why?

10:36pm

Because I am taking you out on our first official date. Meet at the coffee shop at 8 o' clock tomorrow night.