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After another thirty minutes in the car singing Lady Gaga and Katy Perry and a quick Starbucks stop, Kurt and Blaine pulled up at Blaine’s house.

Kurt was always amazed at Blaine’s exquisite home. They lived in a gated community with streets full of pristine-looking homes and perfectly manicured lawns. He wasn’t really surprised – Blaine had attended Dalton without a scholarship – but you’d never suspect that Blaine’s family was wealthy until you pulled up to their neighborhood; they were some of the sweetest people you’d ever meet.

Blaine’s dad was a well-respected sportscaster for a news station in Columbus and his mom was a music professor at the university.  Blaine was the perfect mix of his parent’s personalities - outgoing, athletic, and easy-going like his dad; musically gifted, intelligent, and a slight perfectionist like his mom.

Blaine pulled in the driveway and Kurt was relieved to discover that his parents weren’t home. As soon as Blaine put the car in park, the sky opened up and water came pouring down.

“At least it started raining when we pulled in the driveway,” Kurt stated.

“It would have been slightly more convenient if we had been inside already,” Blaine chuckled. “It’s not exactly a quick dash from here to the door since we can’t cut through my mom’s flower garden. She’d kill me if we ruined her prize flowers.”

“We’ll have to do our best,” Kurt said. “Pop the trunk and we’ll make a run for it.”

Blaine clicked the button, hearing the trunk open. “Ready? One, two, three… RUN!”

Kurt ran toward the back of the car, laughing hysterically as he struggled to grasp onto the car’s slippery trunk. Blaine was having no better luck and soon water was dripping from his hair.

“There goes all my gel,” he said as he finally pried the trunk open and grabbed Kurt’s bag.

Kurt clutched his flowers and jogged to the door, Blaine close behind him. When they reached the overhang of the porch, Kurt bent over putting his hands on his knees, slightly winded from the running.

“You weren’t kidding,” he said between breaths.

Blaine clicked the lock in the front door and walked inside, feeling around the interior wall for the light switch. Once the lights illuminated, he dropped the bag and turned back toward Kurt, motioning for him to come inside.

As Kurt walked in, he looked at the pool of water forming at Blaine’s feet. “We better dry off and get these clothes in the dryer, stat,” he said. “Your mom will kill us if we ruin the floor.”

Blaine looked at Kurt suggestively, “let me help you out of those clothes,” he said while tugging at Kurt’s drenched shirt, suggesting that they dry off upstairs in Blaine’s room.

Without hesitating, Kurt hurried after Blaine up the stairs. Arriving at Blaine’s room, Kurt shut the door behind him and was immediately encountered with Blaine pushing him up against the door with his forceful, yet loving, kisses.

“I really hope you weren’t kidding about what you said earlier,” Blaine breathed between kisses.

Kurt moved his hands to the sides of Blaine’s shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it haphazardly on the floor. Blaine’s skin was quickly filled with goose bumps as a reaction to the wetness of his skin and the cool air. His lips reached out again for Kurt’s, this time their tongues became entangled as they passionately latched onto each other for warmth and closeness.

Blaine pulled away to once again unbutton Kurt’s shirt. He didn’t even bother looking at the buttons, but kept eye contact with Kurt the whole time, eager to bask in every wave in Kurt’s blue eyes. Kurt kept his hands cupped at Blaine’s cheeks, holding onto the face he hoped to look into for the next eighty years. “I love you, Kurt,” he said as he finally reached the final button. He peeled the shirt from his skin and dropped it on the floor.

“I love you too,” Kurt said, going in for a sweet kiss. He reached up and fingered through Blaine’s now soaked curls that had sprung free when the gel washed away. “I can’t wait to tell you that every day.”

Blaine beamed. He moved his hands so they were at Kurt’s waist at the small of his back. He kissed Kurt on the cheek, then lightly on the nose, then on the lips. “I can’t wait to show you every.”

Kurt got chills. This closeness, this feeling, this love… forever, he thought as Blaine used his hands to guide Kurt toward his bed. Blaine kicked off his shoes and insisted that Kurt sit down so he could help him remove his boots.

Once their shoes had been removed, they laid facing each other on the bed. Blaine reached out and cupped Kurt’s face, running his thumb along his cheekbone. Kurt smiled and looked lovingly at Blaine while starting to fumble with Blaine’s zipper. “Come here,” he said as he reached behind Blaine’s back and pulled them closer. Kurt met their closeness with a supple kiss and finally managed to unbutton and unzip Blaine’s pants, giving him a peek of his black boxer briefs.

Blaine pulled his eyes away from Kurt’s in order to pull off his sopping jeans while Kurt struggled with his own pants. Once both were left in their underwear, Blaine pulled Kurt’s waist toward his own and linked their legs together.

Blaine’s doe-like hazel eyes said more than words ever could as Kurt looked at him in awe of his boyfriend.  “Your eyes tell me everything,” Kurt said. “Every time you look at me, I can almost see all of your feelings; the ways you love me, the strength behind your every action, the sadness of us not being together everyday. But I hope you can see in mine the pride I have for being able to call you my own.”

Blaine shifted slightly in order to meet his lips with Kurt’s. After a quick peck, he pulled away, eyes still shining as beautifully as ever. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Kurt.”

Feeling Blaine’s warmth through his words and his body, Kurt leaned in for a deep, lingering kiss. He licked Blaine’s lips slightly, aching for their tongues to be as intertwined as their bodies.

Kurt rolled Blaine on top of him, yearning to feel the weight of his boyfriend on his body. With their weight against each other, their hardness could no longer be hidden in the darkness of their boxer briefs. Taking this as a green light, Blaine positioned himself adeptly between Kurt’s legs so his dick was positioned directly next to Kurt’s, their boxer briefs still straining to keep their hard-ons in place.

As Blaine pushed his hips down onto Kurt’s, his mouth opened slightly for a moan and Kurt took the opportunity to ensnare his tongue with Blaine’s once again. With each motion of Blaine’s hips, a gasp escaped his mouth as Kurt’s nails dug into his back; hoping to hold onto this moment and pleasure for as long as possible.

Blaine pulled away from the kiss and used his arms to support himself, grinding harder against Kurt’s rock-hard penis. Blaine kept his eyes closed in ecstasy as Kurt gazed at him, looking at every muscle as it rippled on his biceps and chest with each thrust, his long eyelashes pushing hard against his cheeks as he tried to delight in everything he was feeling.

Kurt kept his hands at Blaine’s back, feeling the arch of his back twitch with pleasure. As Blaine kept the pace, Kurt was soon struggling to keep his breath up due to his overwhelming desire as he was nearing true ecstasy. He let out a loud wail which forced Blaine’s eyes open quickly, slightly surprised by the noise emitting from his boyfriend.

“I want it, now,” Kurt stammered as his hand darted toward the bedside table searching for lube and a condom.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Blaine breathed, going in for a quick kiss before flinging the drawer open and gathering his supplies. Kurt used this time to push Blaine’s boxer briefs off, letting them gather at his knees. Kurt arched his back forcing his hips into Blaine’s as he removed his own boxer briefs. The slightest touch of Kurt’s exposed penis on Blaine’s hip made him shudder and Blaine looked down at their throbbing dicks nearly touching.

“Oh god, Kurt,” Blaine moaned, smashing his lips onto Kurt’s. He quickly pulled away and rose to his knees between Kurt’s legs, rolling the condom into place and clicking the lid of the lube open. Kurt grabbed the lube from Blaine’s hand and squirted a dollop into his hand quickly before reaching for Blaine’s member. The force of Kurt’s nimble hands on his penis forced Blaine to lean forward in pleasure with his arms at Kurt’s sides, not able to simply use his knees to support him.

Kurt continued rubbing the lube up and down expertly before Blaine whimpered, “Kurt, you have to let go. Otherwise it’ll be over too soon.”

Kurt giggled and released Blaine’s penis from his slippery hand. Blaine took the lube from Kurt’s hands and lightly placed some of the product at Kurt’s entrance. Kurt squirmed, from the chill of the lube and the desire raging from his core to feel Blaine inside of him.

As Blaine removed his hand from Kurt’s ass, Kurt started to position himself with his back facing Blaine before he stopped him. “I want to see your face,” Blaine said, positioning his hands on Kurt’s waist to keep him in place. “I want to look into your eyes, smile at each crinkle your nose makes, link our lips - as we do this.”

Kurt shuddered, the sweetness behind Blaine’s words resonating in his foundation. “Okay,” he said quietly.

Blaine took his length into his hands as he started to ease himself into Kurt. Kurt winced slightly as Blaine entered him, the slight pain soon changing to pleasure as each inch was engulfed. Seeing the look on Kurt’s face, Blaine went even slower as he entered. “Are you okay?” he asked.

Kurt looked at him, slightly in a haze from feeling his boyfriend inside him for the first time in a month. “I’m more than okay,” he said as he reached out and grazed his hand on Blaine’s chest.

Blaine smirked and let out a slight moan, signaling that he was in. He lowered himself onto Kurt’s body and looked deeply into his eyes, feeling his penis rub inside Kurt. Blaine placed one arm next to Kurt’s shoulder and reached out to touch his earlobe and his neck, finding his sweet spot and rubbing it lightly. Kurt took Blaine’s spare hand into his own gently placing his fingers between his lover’s, eager for every part of their bodies to be connected.

Kurt smiled and looked into Blaine’s eyes as he slowly started pumping. As the rhythm continued to quicken, a smile took to Blaine’s face – mixing his pure pleasure with the giddiness he felt being with Kurt. His breath started to match his pace; accelerating with each passing second as Kurt writhed with delight beneath him.

Kurt kept his gaze intent on Blaine’s, love seeping through each crack of blue in his eyes as joy radiated from his insides. Each thrust brought Kurt closer and closer and soon he had to abandon Blaine’s gaze to focus on the orgasm that was quickly approaching. He clamped his eyes shut, the pleasure about to burst from his penis as it rubbed against Blaine’s stomach.

“No,” Blaine said harshly between gasps for air. “I want you to look at me when you come.”

Kurt flicked his eyes open and his mouth soon began to gape, the overwhelming orgasm rearing to a head.

“BLAINE!” Kurt yelled as his juices flew from his throbbing member, still peering into Blaine’s mesmerizing eyes; eager to watch his boyfriend as he was also getting close to finishing off.

Blaine continued to pant for air, but quickly smashed his lips against Kurt’s for a passionate kiss before pulling back, looking at Kurt while savoring the ecstasy of his own orgasm. As Blaine’s thrusts slowed, he crooked his head and placed his forehead on Kurt’s before kissing him gently on his nose.

“God, I love you so much,” he whispered, bringing chills up Kurt’s spine.

With one last push Blaine collapsed between Kurt’s legs, not wanting to leave the place that brought him so much pleasure; their naked chests beaded with sweat. Blaine nestled his head into Kurt’s chest while Kurt looked over to his right. He noticed that they were still holding hands; through every push, every kiss, and every moment of their liaison.

“You realize we’ve been holding hands this whole time?” Kurt asked, grinning.

“You always did say the touch of the finger tips is as sexy as it gets,” Blaine retorted as he squeezed Kurt’s hand.

“I would like to withdraw my previous statement. I’m pretty sure this is as sexy as it gets.”