I keep expecting him to get bored with me. I am still so inexperienced in comparison that if I were him I would have been frustrated after a week. But it's almost August now and he doesn't seem done with me. On the contrary, he seems intrigued by how little I know and enjoys the few moments where I stop worrying about messing up and just enjoy it.�

A couple weeks ago, I didn't show up at his studio until after midnight after a particularly trying dinner with my parents and the second the door closed I pushed him against the wall face first and my teeth marked his back.�

The morning a last week where I woke before he did and took his cock in my mouth for the first time. �That had been messy and a bit awkward but Kurt's words of encouragement made me want to try it again.��

I had a date tonight with a girl whose mother was friends with my mother. �Sugar is perfectly nice, if a bit dim, but her endearing good looks and cheery disposition are completely wasted on me. �My mind is down in Lower Manhattan though my body is crammed into a stuffy restaurant with a girl that keeps talking about the things her daddy buys her to keep her entertained.�

I take a cab to Kurt's tonight. My bike is locked up in front of my dorm so it is the fastest way there. �Kurt had made me a key part way through the summer. We both realized that what ever this was, it wasn't going to end right away. �I let myself in and race up the stairs, taking two at a time. �As I open the door, I can hear the shower running and Kurt singing along to the radio. �I like it when Kurt sings. His voice is clear and crisp and his face is peaceful.

"Kurt?" I call out, locking the door behind me.�

"Hey!" he answers through the bathroom door. �"How was your date?"

I stifle a frustrated groan "Dull. �She was an excellent dancer, though." �I take my sports coat off and hang it off the back of one of the chairs in the kitchenette, loosening my tie. �I unbutton my shirt and lay it on top of my jacket along with the tie.� He had said earlier that day about wanting to take another roll of film with me not wearing a shirt and I am more than happy to oblige. “Still want to shoot some tonight?”

The water shut off and I hear the metal rings scrap on the shower curtain rod. The door to the bathroom creaks open and I can see Kurt with a towel slung low on his hips. He stands in front of the mirror and rubs a lotion on his face before beginning to brush his teeth.

“Yeah, I got a new light that I want to try. Thanks for recommending me for that wedding today, by the way. The father of the bride gave me a big tip at the end...” He is still talking but I drinking in how gorgeous he looks. I undo my belt and go into the bathroom. My fingers run down his spine, making him shiver as my lips skim along his shoulder blades. He pauses the brushing his teeth and looks at my reflection, an eyebrow slowly arching. Toothbrush still in his mouth he says, “Well, hello to you, too.”

“I missed you,” I admit, gripping his hipbones and pulling his pelvis to mine.

Kurt spits his toothpaste into the sink and turns the faucet on for a moment. “You saw me this morning.”

“Still missed you.” Both of his eyebrows raise as my tongue circles on a spot below his ear. I pull his towel loose and let it fall to the floor. My hand snakes around his hip to his soft cock and my fingers wrap around it. Kurt groans at my touch and he leans against my chest. I may be shorter than him, but I am stronger and he is feather light by comparison.

“You’re getting good at this.” His head leans against mine, relaxing as my hand continues to work his cock. I take a step back to rest against the wall and watch his reflection in the mirror. His eyelashes flutter with each twist of my wrist, his chest beginning to flush.

“I’ve had a good teacher,” I tease. A smirk plays on his mouth and he nudges my hand away, turning to face me, pinning me to the wall. His lips skirt along my collarbone and his fingers break through the pomade in my hair. I can tell that he’s trying to take control of the situation but after the night I’ve had, I need to be the one leading things tonight. “Kurt...”

He nips at my skin, causing me to hiss and his fingers fumble with the buttons of my slacks. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding him close as my pants fall to the floor.

“There’s something I want to try,” I whisper in his ear, my breath hitching as he palms my cock. I can feel his, completely bare and stiff from my hand, pressing just below my navel.

“Really?” he purrs, shifting to his knees and pressing his hot mouth to my fabric covered cock. “Because there was something I had in mind--”

I don’t give him the chance finish his sentence before I’ve got him trapped beneath my body and his mouth silenced with my lips. We adjust ourselves so Kurt has a leg on each side of me, tugging me closer and we are gently rocking together. Our time together has been a series of moments that somehow come back to this odd, instinctual attraction to one another. It’s become unavoidable. Making breakfast turns to kissing against the refrigerator. Studying on the couch while he takes pictures of me becomes a rush of hands and mouths until I spill over his fingers. Going to sleep on a hot summer night isn’t complete unless we are curled around each other on top of the sheets.

And then there is this moment. �Kurt on his back on the bathroom floor, his legs spread wide and cradling my hips. �Nails digging into my arms as my hips rock against his. Separated only by my boxers. �My face is buried in his neck, breathing in his scent. �He's fresh from the shower so it's just... him. �

And his lips.�

Which are currently next to my ear and groaning with each movement of my hips.

We’ve done this before. Frequently, in fact. But usually it’s Kurt who is on top and I’m left to melt into the sheets or floor. But all through my very awkward dinner with Sugar, I kept thinking about Kurt’s legs around my waist and his beautiful skin rubbing against mine. I feel his heel dig into my butt cheek, pulling me closer, and his fingers tugging my face to his.
And he’s kissing me.

Simply kissing me and I don’t want air. I would be happy to stay forever like this, on his bathroom floor, one of his legs around my waist and the other twisted around one of mine. His tongue traces along my bottom lip. One of my hands grips his hip and gives him a light squeeze.

“Christ, Blaine, sweetie--” he gasps, throwing his head back and exposing his gorgeous throat. I still my hips and stare down at him. He looks up at me, confused. “What’s wrong?” His voice is thing and breathless and I gulp for air at the thought that I made him sound like that.

“It’s just--um--you called me ‘sweetie’,” I say. “You’ve--uh--you’ve never done that before.”

“Oh. I--”

“I liked it,” I blurt out. “I liked it a lot.”

Kurt smiles up at me, nudging a lock of my hair off my forehead. “Then I’ll be sure to do it again, sweetie.” He leans up to press a line of kisses to my jaw. “Come on, we can finish this later and, well, on my bed. I have lights I want to play with and a handsome man to photograph.”

My head drops beside his neck and I mentally curse my lack of focus. His arms wrap around my back and I can hear him humming happily.

“So long as we’re mentioning new things that we like... I like having you on top of me,” he murmurs in my ear.

“Really?” I ask.

“Really. You're pressed against me and I can feel everything.” His hand snakes between us and presses against my chest. “Like you heartbeat. And how your muscles flex when you move.” His leg around my waist tightens, grinding his pelvis against mine and drawing out a long, low moan from me. “And I can feel how much you want me.”

I trace a line down his face with me thumb, watching his clear blue eyes. “Bed first, photos after?”

Kurt nods silently and his legs untangle themselves from my body. I crawl off him, offering hand to help him up. Hand in hand, we go into the bedroom, both content with the new discoveries we’ve made with each other.