On day 3 of Kurt's visit, they went into the recording studio so Blaine could record some vocal tracks to the new songs he was recording. Kurt met everyone that Blaine was working with; both of them a little nervous and awkward as Blaine didn't know how to introduce Kurt. Should he call him his boyfriend? While Blaine was already thinking in those terms, they hadn't had that conversation yet and he didn't want to assume anything.

He compromised and introduced him as his close friend, but made sure there was enough handholding, winking and stolen kisses to give everyone a clear picture, and Kurt loved it. It was as if Blaine was claiming him in front of his colleagues and it was a complete turn-on.

Everyone at the studio seemed intrigued with the relationship and genuinely happy for the two of them, telling Kurt that they hoped to see him again soon.

After that they met with David at Café Gratitude in WeHo for some lunch. David balked at the healthiness of the vegan menu, but once they were served and he started eating, he had to admit how good the food was. Kurt wouldn't have been surprised if he didn't end up going there a lot more often.

It became second nature that wherever Kurt and Blaine were, they were either holding hands, or touching each other with some part of their body. They couldn't be separated – they needed to have some type of physical connection at all times. After lunch, they hit Whole Foods to do some shopping and arrived home with a couple of bags of groceries and a couple of bottles of wine, the second of which was now being consumed.

They were sitting on Blaine's sofa after finishing a light pasta dish for dinner, deciding to have a night in and cuddle up to the TV so Kurt could watch the Long Island Medium show that he was completely addicted to. Blaine not being into the show as much, spent the time massaging and kissing Kurt's shoulders, and arms and hands. When the show ended, Kurt turned the TV off, and transferred his full attention to Blaine to reciprocate. Slowly they started losing clothing. The shirts were the first to go. With their upper bodies bare, both took time to really look and appreciate one another, noting the obvious changes to their physiques from six years ago.

Blaine's chest had been more developed than Kurt's when they were teens. He was still muscular but now he had more hair. He kept it neatly trimmed and it went from his chest, down to his groin via the happy trail. Kurt found it incredibly sexy.

Kurt on the other hand, had filled out substantially, gaining muscle definition that Blaine had never seen on him. And while he too had developed hair on his chest, he preferred the smooth look and had his chest waxed regularly. The result was beautiful milky skin over defined muscles and abs. Blaine got hard just looking at him.

"Are you ok?" Kurt asked with a little bit of concern in his eyes, noticing that Blaine had gotten very quiet.

"Yeah, I'm absolutely fine. I just had a moment" Blaine answered with a small smile. "This whole week has been fabulous so far, and now we're here and I'm blown away all over again by you. I just need to take it all in."

He inhaled deeply. He found his hands moving on to Kurt's legs, rubbing up and down, getting one hand up under his pant leg at the ankle to stroke his bare calf.

All the while they were pulling in closer to each other until their lips were inches apart.

"Tell me Mr. Hummel." Blaine breathes into Kurt's mouth "What do you do with your men once their shirts are off?"

"At this point, I find it's always more comfortable in the other room" Kurt nods over to the direction of the bedroom.

Blaine quickly stands up, hauling Kurt up with him and pulls him so that their chests are touching, "I like that idea. I like it very much."

Kurt tugs his hand and together they walk to the bedroom, stealing glances at each other. Stopping at the doorway, Blaine pulls Kurt in for a kiss. He can't take it any longer. His lips are aching for Kurt's. It starts soft, but quickly deepens as each move their head slightly. Blaine feels Kurt's tongue on his bottom lip, swiping gently and waiting for Blaine to allow entry. He opens his mouth slightly and Kurt slides his tongue in immediately finding Blaine's. Blaine whimpers as Kurt continues his exploration, leaving nothing untouched. Tongue fucking each other, they move quickly into the room and drop on the bed together, Kurt quickly gaining dominance by flipping Blaine underneath him, pinning him head to toe with his body. Even if Blaine wanted to move, he couldn't.

But this is what Blaine wants. This is what he needs. He needs the weight of Kurt on his body to keep him from floating away. He could spend a lifetime under this man.

They are both hard, grinding against one another through their pants, desperate for contact. Kurt continues his assault on Blaine, as he starts mouthing his neck, biting and marking and murmuring "Fuck Blaine, you taste so good. Love this part of your neck. Just want to lick your body all over. I need to taste you."

"Fuck Kurt. Do it. Whatever you want, do it" Blaine offers placing his hands over his head, grabbing hold of the headboard rails. "This is all I want out of life right now. Take whatever you want. Fuck... I'm all yours"

Kurt lets out a loud groan as he fumbles at Blaine's pants, quickly undoing the button and zipper. He sits up to pull them off and is able to really look at Blaine for the first time since they started making out. Blaine's wrecked. His hair has unleashed curls framing his face. His eyes are black, his mouth is swollen red and luscious; a sheen of sweat covers his chest. Biceps flexing as he holds the rails, he gazes wantonly as Kurt strips him, jeans and briefs coming off together. Blaine is naked; his cock hard and laying up on his torso, beautiful; waiting to be licked.

Kurt quickly stands up and hastily shreds the rest of his clothes off, re-joining Blaine on the bed, lying on top of him, both able to now feel the others hardness; skin on skin. It's like time has stopped for them. The drag of their cocks is so familiar, it makes them both ache.

With deep moans and gasps, Blaine arches into Kurt, keeping his hands over his head.

Finding Kurt' ear, he licks into it and around it. Lathing Kurt's neck with his tongue and mouthing open kisses to wherever he could reach. Reaching his ear again, Blaine whispers "Fuck me Kurt."

And those little three words set Kurt off. He grabs Blaine's face crashing their lips together, thrusting his tongue deep into his mouth, needing to taste him. Needing to smother him with his body and invade every crevice. His senses are on overload. He runs his tongue down Blaine's neck, biting and marking; sliding further down, he sucks on his nipples, taking his time, until they are tender and hard, and he can hear Blaine whimper. He slowly makes his way down Blaine's torso, where the chest hair starts to make way for thicker coarser hair. He mouths down to his groin, and now the scent is taking over his senses. This is by far the best part; the fucking smell of Blaine. Kurt can't get enough of it. He licks and kisses and sucks and smothers his face into Blaine's balls breathing in deep. It is an indescribable scent that drives Kurt mad. Many nights he has woken up from vivid dreams of sex with Blaine and for those few seconds after waking he can smell him. It's ingrained in his subconscious. But it always fades after those initial seconds. But now, here he is; his for the taking; his for the keeping. And Blaine is thrashing now; moaning, trying desperately to get friction for his throbbing dick.

A sound escapes Kurt's mouth that is almost feral. He moves up to Blaine's cock, lathing up and down his shaft, covering it with spit until he finally devours him, taking him all the way in his mouth until he hits the back of his throat, causing him to gag and Blaine to gasp, grabbing on to Kurt's head to keep him there. Kurt doesn't care that he's gagging. He just needs to have Blaine's dick as deep in his mouth as he can and so he keeps going, spit dripping down his chin. Blaine is moaning like a fucking dog in heat. He's fucking Kurt's mouth, going deeper and deeper. Kurt's nose is nestled right in Blaine's pubic hair where the scent is the strongest; it's edging Kurt on and making him fucking crazy with want. He spreads Blaine's legs open and moves his shoulder over to keep him open. Keeping one hand at the base of Blaine's cock he uses the other to fondle his balls, rolling them and tugging them, eliciting "holy fuck Kurt" from Blaine over and over again. His mouth is still deepthroating as he frees his hand from the base of Blaine's cock and moves it behind his balls. Blaine knows instinctively what he's going to do next and bucks up into Kurt's mouth in desperate anticipation. Kurt's gagging again because he can't hold Blaine down, so he drops his shoulder more onto Blaine's inner thigh in an attempt to hold him and in doing so spreads him even wider. It's easy to get there now, and Kurt has to taste him. He releases Blaine's cock noisily as it falls flush back onto his torso, with Blaine moaning at the loss, and moves down, mouthing Blaine's balls. Taking turns with each – rolling them in his mouth – sucking them - tasting them – smelling them. Once he's had his fill, he grabs both Blaine's upper thighs with his hands spreading him wide open, lifting and bending his legs so his knees are on the bed parallel to his chest and starts licking from the base of his balls down to his hole and up his crack. He keeps doing this, spit pouring out of his mouth; he's watering so much from the scent. He dips his tongue in Blaine's hole, and holy fuck. This is it. Whatever self-control he had is now officially gone and he's going in for the kill. Tonguing and licking and mouthing and spitting and fingers opening the hole wider so he could get his tongue further in, and the taste; the fucking taste is going to take him to hell. He can't get enough. He's vaguely aware now that Blaine is writhing, bathed in sweat, babbling words like "fuck" and "Kurt" and "I gotta come" and "fuck me Kurt" and "let me come" and "holy shit Kurt" and "fuck fuck fuck" and Kurt knows that Blaine's almost done, too far gone to be fucked in the ass, so with one hand he find Blaine's cock and starts fisting fast. "Harder Kurt!" Blaine pleads. Kurt strokes harder and Blaine is thrashing and Kurt's mouth is still at his hole probing and licking, and with a shout Blaine comes; hot streaks of cum shooting across Blaine's chest until finally it ebbs out into Kurt's hand. He strokes Blaine through his release, still licking his hole, but slower now and less intense. Once the aftershocks have ceased and he's certain Blaine's finished, he lets go of his cock, moving so Blaine can stretch his legs down as Kurt straddles him. Slowly he works his way up Blaine's chest, gathering cum in his mouth. He's holding it there – not swallowing. He knows what he wants to do with it. Once he's got as much as he can hold, he sits on Blaine's chest and hovers over his face where Blaine is ready for him with his mouth wide open. While stroking his own neglected cock, Kurt lets the cum run out of his mouth and into Blaine's. Blaine holds it. Kurt lowers his head down and kisses him open mouthed and the cum is pushed back into Kurt's mouth by Blaine's tongue. They do this back and forth a few times until Blaine finds Kurt's cock, taking over and stroking him, edging him on for an orgasm. Kurt can feel it building as his swirls Blaine's cum in his mouth before swallowing, relishing the taste. He loves Blaine's cum. Blaine is still fisting him, finding more of his own cum on his torso and using it as lube, causing Kurt to fuck into Blaine's hand until he feels his orgasm hit. He takes over from Blaine, stroking hard and panting heavily he aims his cock at Blaine's face. Blaine coaxes him "Come for me now Kurt. Come on my face. You're so fucking beautiful Kurt. You're so fucking hot like this" .That's all Kurt needs to hear as he yells out, shooting spunk onto Blaine's face and into his mouth. All Kurt can hear is white noise as he pushes through his orgasm, jerking with the aftershocks. It takes a while for all the come to release but once he's done, Blaine swallows what he has and then lifts up to suck the rest out of Kurt's softening dick. Satisfied that he's got it all, he releases him and drops his head back on the bed. Kurt lowers down again and licks Blaine's face clean. When he's done he too drops full force on the bed beside Blaine, with one leg landing over his legs and one arm across his chest; his head on Blaine's shoulder. They stay still, spent, catching their breath and letting their heart rates go back to normal.

"I'm sorry. When you said 'Fuck me Kurt', did you mean penetrative?" Kurt asks sarcastically with a smile in his voice.

Blaine snorts out a laugh rubbing his face with his free hand, "Whatever I meant in the heat of the moment Kurt, you're not going to get any flack from me. That was undeniably the hottest fuck I've had in a very long time."

"Define very long time" Kurt asks coyly looking up at Blaine. "Would you say six years long?"

"Yeah, I'd say that time frame is pretty accurate." Blaine responds softly while absentmindedly skimming the back of his hand on Kurt's cheek

Kurt sighs and pulls Blaine in for a squeeze.

After a few minutes, Blaine shifts on to his side so he can face Kurt and Kurt does the same. They're content just to gaze at each other as they find hands to hold on to, and slowly they move their heads forward to kiss. Lazy full kisses until both end up falling asleep with their soft lips pressed together.