Sunlight poured through the windows where they'd forgotten to draw the curtains before falling asleep, brightening the innocent white of the sheets and glancing off the mirror mounted by the door. Stifling a yawn, Blaine snuggled into the warm body pressed against his, draping his arm over a firm chest and pressing a soft kiss against a shoulder. To his joy, the man he was in bed with wrapped an arm around him in return, curling him into the cocoon of his body and kissing the top of his head, a soft, "Morning gorgeous," curling into the air between them.

"I thought you had to be on set at six," Blaine murmured, pillowing his chin on Kurt's chest to look up into his eyes, shining with joy as he gazed sweetly down at Blaine.

"Director changed his mind, he called about an hour ago to tell me he decided to work with the villain today," Kurt explained softly, winding his arm tighter around Blaine's waist and pulling him close, pressed against his side. "I'm all yours for the day."

A sudden ringing broke the silence, and Blaine jerked upright, the comforter falling around his hips as he reached down to grab his bag and unearth his phone, answering with a bright, "Hello?"

"Blaine Devon Anderson, where the hell have you been?!" Kitty screeched furiously, and Blaine winced and held the phone a few inches from his ear, staring wide-eyed as his friend continued to yell. "You said midnight, I waited up until midnight and you didn't come back! You didn't even have the courtesy to call, you promised you would! I was ready to call the police, Blaine!"

"Kitty, please, stop yelling," Blaine pleaded, shivering as Kurt sat up behind him, trailing cool fingers down his spine, following the line of his fingertips with his lips, a line of soft kisses laid into his skin. "I'm fine, I swear. I was practicing until one and I just crashed in a friend's dorm. I didn't mean to worry you, I'm sorry I didn't call. I'll be home by twelve, and I'll text you if I'm going to be even a minute late."

"You better," Kitty said threateningly. "If you don't, I'm telling Tina you hooked up last night. You know how fast that girl can spread gossip."

"You also know that I'm concentrating on my career right now," Blaine insisted, lying through his teeth as Kurt's lips skimmed over his shoulder, teeth scraping at the sensitive skin. "I have to go, Kitty, I'll be by twelve, I promise. Love you."

"Love you too, ass-face," Kitty said, almost tenderly, and was gone with a click and the dial tone, letting Blaine sink back into Kurt's hands on him, his lips hot and hungry against Blaine's neck.

"I don't know if you usually do this, but can we go for round two?" Kurt asked softly, and Blaine laughed at the very idea that he wouldn't want to go for it, turning in Kurt's arms and pressing him down into the mattress, the two of them exchanging a breathless laugh and giddy smile before finding their way to each other's arms, Kurt's hands spread at the small of Blaine's back, thumbs matching the dimples just above his ass, and Blaine's fingers curled into Kurt's shoulders, knees dropped on either side of his hips.

"I just can't believe you ever wanted me," Blaine whispered as Kurt began to swivel his hips against his, sending sparks of pleasure down his spine and to his half-hard cock. "I never thought someone like you would even pick me out of a crowd."

"Please tell me you're joking, Blaine," Kurt pleaded, curving his hands over Blaine's ass and tugging him close, pulling his head down to suck kisses into his neck, leaving angry hickies emblazoned like a badge over the tender skin. "You are so gorgeous, I swear my heart stopped for a minute when I first saw you. And then when I realised I could have you in bed with me just by asking, I couldn't believe it. I couldn't look past you no matter how many people there were around you. You have a way of pulling focus."

"Wish the people I auditioned for thought so," Blaine murmured sadly, and then felt stupid for bringing such a thing up with Kurt beneath him, laid out pale and lithe in the sheets, statuesque beauty. "Sorry, sorry, back to the grinding."

"Hey, you'll get your big break," Kurt promised, brushing a sweat-damp curl back from Blaine's forehead and smiling up at him. "You might have to pay your dues as an extra, a taxi driver or a hotdog vendor, for a while, but I can tell you're a talented one, and you will make it out there. You deserve to."

Squeezing his eyes shut to disguise the tears prickling behind his lids, Blaine gave Kurt a wide smile and let his elbows drop out from under him to put his weight entirely on Kurt, ear pressed against his chest, listening to the quiet beat of his heart. Kurt's arms came hesitantly up around him, cuddling him close, and they lay there forgetting the world, content to simply be.

Lying there, pressed against Kurt, comforted and comforting, Blaine was content to float through the realm of a fantasy, losing himself in a dream of a life he could never have. Having someone to come home to each night, a husband rather than an overprotective roommate, the generic house with the white picket fence and flowers in regimented arrangements, children fathered by one of them running around the house, soft kisses exchanged in the mornings and nights, the dawns and dusks, the afternoons and evenings. A dream of a happy family life with someone who loved him, a fantasy he knew was beyond his reach for as long as he could still feel teeth sinking into his shoulder as an unbidden intrusion pushed at his very core.

Blaine couldn't help the gasp that escaped him when Kurt kissed his forehead, the corner of his eyebrow, the tip of his nose and each closed eyelids, heat blooming out in gentle ripples from each point his lips touched until Blaine's face was flushed warm and a giddy grin was playing at the corners of his mouth, Kurt giving him a tender smile. "You deserve to have a thousand people appreciating just how beautiful you are," he whispered, rolling them over so Blaine was beneath him, Kurt kneeling between his spread legs.

"You're beautiful everywhere," Kurt continued, Blaine gazing reverently up at him, his eyes darkened to deep amber with arousal. "Your legs are so strong, like your arms. You look like you could protect anyone from someone trying to hurt them, and hold a lucky man close and never let anybody hurt the ones you love." His mouth moved, mapping out every inch of skin he had woven such beautiful odes to, Blaine sighing and letting his legs fall open further to allow Kurt to skim kisses up the insides of his thighs, lips dragging against the dusting of soft dark hair.

"And your hands are so beautiful, callused and rough, an artist's hands." Kurt knelt up, taking Blaine's right hand and raising it to his lips, kissing each finger, his palm, the veins running just beneath the skin at the back of his hand, sucking Blaine's thumb into his mouth, then repeating every action with meticulous attention to what made Blaine gasps and his cock jump against his stomach on the other hand.

"Your chest is so muscular, but you have this little bit of cushioning at your stomach, and I love it." Blaine squirmed and laughed as Kurt nuzzled into his belly, smacking wet kisses into the skin. "You wouldn't be you without it, that much I know, and you look absolutely gorgeous. You take my breath away."

"And your lips." Kurt's eyes flickering upwards, darkening rapidly and visibly as he gazed at Blaine's mouth, unconsciously mimicking the movement when his tongue darted out to wet his dry lips. "God, I want to do everything to that mouth. I want to see you on your knees for me while I fuck past your pretty lips. I want to kiss you in a hundred different ways, and learn every inch of your mouth, how to turn you on until you can't see straight just with kisses. I want to spend hours kissing you, when it's lazy and easy and we don't have to lead into anything. I want to kiss you until you forget how to breathe. I just want..."

As Kurt's voice trailed into a shuddering intake of breath, and he leaned in closer, Blaine wriggled out from beneath him, reaching for his abandoned clothes. "I should go, I don't need Kitty on my case about staying out late," he said apologetically, dressing fantastically fast and stepping in front of the mirror to adjust his bowtie.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!" Kurt protested, clutching the comforter around his waist as he rushed to Blaine's side, gazing deep into his eyes and making something stir deep within him that he'd long since pushed down, refusing to acknowledge the bone-deep desire to fall in love again.

He couldn't fall in love with a client. It had been made so much easier by taking on married men, simply hungry for something to fuck while their wives were away or unwilling. No risk of falling in love with them, he wouldn't want a man who cheated so easily and deceived his life partner to spend a few hours in bed with a young, warm body.

But Kurt was different. Achingly so. He was sweet and gentle and disarmingly beautiful, strong limbs and sharp lines and mesmerizing eyes and a soft smile that Blaine felt was only for him. His hands were so sure of themselves on his skin, unlike the fumbles of those married men, knowing how to caress pleasure into him, arousal licking like a tender flame at his body as he lost himself in those eyes, forgot his rules and simply wanted to fall and never let go.

The reason Blaine had taken on these clients, the home deliveries, was not for the money or because he was simply obsessed with sex. It was because he was scared, and he desperately needed a way to put himself back in control of sex, to not allow someone else to dominate him, distract him with the warm, wet pressure of their lips while they stripped him down and had their way with him, leaving him feeling cheap and worthless and sore, losing something he could never get back to rough hands and sharp bites to his neck and shoulder and arms and chest, leaving bruises that faded slowly from black to purple to yellow over the days spilling into weeks, a constant reminder of what he had allowed someone to do to him, without so much as a whimper of protest.

To fall in love again would be dangerous. To fall in love would be to relinquish that control, to trust someone infinitely, with his heart and soul and mind and body. To trust them not to violate him, to listen to him when he wasn't ready, to be tender and sweet and gentle and true. No one had ever done that for him before, how could he expect someone so wonderful to be his and only his? There was no doubt in his mind that a man with such beauty was wanted by millions, and he could have any one of them, rather than a boy who took money from strangers to keep paying the rent in exchange for letting someone drive into him over and over until they were spent and he was painted with regret.

"You didn't, I really do have to get home," Blaine promised, squeezing Kurt's hand and leaning their foreheads briefly together. "Thank you for an amazing night. And if you're ever in need of another appointment, you know where to find me." Kurt nodded eagerly, and Blaine laughed as he wrapped the older man into a warm embrace, tucking his chin over Kurt's shoulder and clutching at him a little, unwilling to let him go.