~TUESDAY~

"Bad news!" Blaine called from the kitchen when he heard the front door close that evening "Water pipe burst?" Kurt asked as he entered the room and Blaine tilted his head squinting at him "What? No!" he laughed "We're out of firewood!" he explained as he put the finishing touches on some sandwiches.

"Oh my god! We'll have to get naked and huddle together for warmth to keep from freezing to death!" Kurt said over dramatically as he placed the back of his hand against his forehead "oh the sacrifice!" he wailed and Blaine was laughing so hard he could barely put the miracle whip back in the fridge.

"Come sit down and eat!" he grabbed the sandwiches and bumped Kurt's shoulder on the way by "I called my land lord, and he said we can come get some wood from his place, he won't be home but he said it'd be fine" Blaine shrugged as he slipped into his seat "Oooh, sounds like fun!" Kurt grinned pulling out his own chair.

"Hi." Blaine grinned when things got quite for a moment "Hi" Kurt returned, how such a simple greeting still made his stomach do flips after they'd been living together for half a month was beyond him, but it happened all the same, and Kurt smiled.

Blaine's foot found the top of Kurt's as it often did while their shins rested together under the table, and they shared about their days, stealing glances into each others eyes for no other reason than the simple fact that they could. And they finished dinner quickly so they could make it out to get the wood before dark.

Blaine's car made it slowly down the dirt road, small rocks grinding under his tires as they left a fairly decent sized cloud of dust in their wake. They soon came to Horas' house, a large red brick home with a drive circling around it and an old worn barn off to the side, that looked to have once been a vibrant red, and now boasted a fading rust color.

Blaine pulled up near the barn and they both climbed out, the smell of crisp fresh air, hay, and dust filling their nostrils. "Wow, this place is beautiful!" Blaine remarked looking it over "Hhm, it really is" Kurt agreed "Hey, aren't cows supposed to stink?" he asked with squinted eyes and Blaine followed his gaze to see a small heard of cattle a few yards away, lazily grazing on the other side of some barbed wire.

"I think that's only in cities" Blaine responded thoughtfully "Ok!" he clapped his hands together and headed for the barn, Kurt quick on his heels. Blaine had chosen to wear only a thick sweater to allow optimal movement, while Kurt on the other hand had bundled up in his pea coat, with a black and sliver striped scarf tucked into it, and he dug his hands deep into his pockets as they walked.

Blaine paused by the side of the barn and picked up an axe that looked older than he was, and was rusted beyond belief and Kurt tilted his head at him, "Blaine?" he questioned but followed him around the edge of the barn anyway "Horas said I had to chop my own wood!" he said proudly swinging the axe in his hand and Kurt took a step back, his mouth falling open when he saw what Blaine was gesturing to.

"BLAINE! That's not firewood that's a TREE!" he screeched as he looked over the old fallen oak, it looked dry and was completely vacant of leaves, and several branches were missing where someone had clearly collected firewood before. "Well where do you think firewood comes from?" Blaine teased as he headed for the tree.

"Ohmygod, you're gonna lose a toe..." Kurt fretted as he watched Blaine climb up on to the tree, he picked a thinner looking branch and swung the axe down on it full force, and Kurt couldn't stop the yelp that escaped him as he cover his mouth and Blaine nearly fell off the log "jesus Kurt!" he breathed clutching at his racing heart "You can't DO that!"

"Sorry" Kurt said meekly, still holding his hands to his face. Blaine kept swinging and, probably do to the fact he never hit the same spot twice, he was making very little progress. "This, is, a lot harder, than it looks!" he breathed heavily as he paused for a moment.

"I don't know... It looks pretty hard" Kurt was starting to get worried as the sun started to sink in the distance and they still hadn't collected anything.

An old ford pick-up came rumbling down drive way, and when it stopped in front the house Horas came out laughing "What are you boys doing!?" he called, making his way over to them "Firewood!" Blaine yelled back, continuing to "chop".

Horas walked up and stopped next to Kurt "Has he been at this long?" he inquired and Kurt nodded "Probably far to long for our amount of progress" he supplied and Horas couldn't stop himself from smiling at the use of the word "our".

"Blaine!" the old man called and Blaine looked up "What are you doing son?" he asked again and now Blaine was a little confused "You said I had to chop my own firewood" he said with big doe eyes and Horas shook his head "I meant you had to split it! Not get it off the dang tree! Besides we use a chainsaw for that, what year do you think it is? 1925!" he laughed full heartedly and Blaine sheepishly slipped down off the tree.

"Oh, come on, I'll take to the wood" he wiped the corner of his eye as his laughter started to peter off "And where'd you get that axe? Must be old as dirt and duller'n dishwater!" he chuckled and Kurt and Blaine looked at each other because they honestly had no idea what he was talking about.

Horas pulled the doors to the barn open and grabbed an axe with a metal handle and shining blade from just inside, "Here used this one, it's actually been sharpened in the last twenty years!" he traded axes with Blaine and looked at Kurt "You wanna axe?" he asked with raised eyebrows and Kurt shook his head "Oh no, I don't do manual labor" he answered and Horas belted out a laugh "Well, can't say that I blame ya!"

He led the guys around the side of the house where an old stump stood up out of the ground and a pile of thick logs lay near by "Here go, just cut 'um into halves, and quarters if they're big, take as many as you want" Horas explained and Blaine expressed his appreciation again before Horas headed into his house.

All the useless chopping on the tree had made Blaine work up a sweat, so before he attempted splitting the logs he pulled his sweater off and put it to the side, leaving him in his snugly fitting black undershirt. He tilled his head back and forth making a solid cracking sound before he got back to work.

He grabbed a log and stood it on its end on the stump, he reared the axe back and made a forceful swing... And missed.. Kurt snickered and covered his mouth to hide his wide grin when Blaine shot him a look, he tried again and this time hit his mark right on, and the log split instantly in two. "I DID IT!" Blaine exclaimed proudly, and Kurt clapped for him.

Blaine got the hang of it and soon was splitting logs like a pro, even if one did still launch off the stump every now and then. The more logs he went through the more his muscles flexed and thin sheen of sweat showed up on his brow, as the sun faded into shades of reds, yellows, and oranges behind him.

When he looked up from his work and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand he found a very distant looking Kurt. He was standing there staring intently at Blaine, just the tip of his thumb caught between his teeth as his breath came out in short bursts and Blaine didn't miss the flushness of his cheeks.

"Kurt?" Blaine inquired raising his eyebrows "I feel like I'm in a cowboy movie" Kurt admitted, his voice thick and Blaine crossed his arms cockily "I didn't know you had a thing for cowboys" Blaine said with a mischievous glint in his eye "Neither did I..." Kurt shocked himself by how breathless he sounded and Blaine smirked at him before going back to work.

They filled the trunk of Blaine's car and pulled away just as the last bits of sunlight faded completely and upon returning to the cabin opted to unload just enough for the night and deal with the rest later.

And now Blaine found himself rummaging through one of the hall storage closets, "Ah-Ha!" he exclaimed closing the door and making his way back to Kurt in the living room "Oh my god your kidding!" Kurt grinned as Blaine walked over wearing a black crush velvet cowboy hat that had been left there.

"Hmmm, it doesn't look bad" Kurt mused wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck and pulling him into a sultry kiss "If only we had some boots" Blaine grinned when they separated and Kurt eyes went huge "Oh no, wait!" Kurt disappeared into the bed room and Blaine waited for him patiently, a grin tugging at his lips.

"hn-oh fuck" Blaine groaned and knees went weak when Kurt walked back in, he was wearing black mid calf cowboy boots and his pants were gone, leaving him in his tight black boxer briefs and a button down shirt with only one button buttoned in the middle as the rest hung open revealing tantalizing tid bits of skin.

He sauntered forward, swaying his hips back and forth with a delicate grace, heels tapping against the wood floor, and Blaine got hard so fast his cock ached.

Kurt brought his body fully up against Blaine's, whos breath hitched and eyes went dark with lust, Kurt brought a hand up and transferred the hat from Blaine's head onto his own and ran his calf up the back of Blaine's leg. He tipped his head down and looked up directly into Blaine's eyes, their faces so close their noses brushed together, and his voice was deep and powerfilled "Let me ride you."

"Oh god, please, yes" Blaine choked out in a needy voice before grabbing Kurt's face in his hands and devouring his lips, and Kurt ripped his shirt off over his head, they made their way quickly over to the feather bed and when they reached the edge Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's chest and shoved him backwards onto the mattress.

The second he hit the bed Blaine was pulling his pants off, not taking his eyes off the other man, Kurt unbuttoned his shirt and ripped it open with a dramatic flare before letting it fall off his arms and float to the ground. And when Blaine saw him standing there at the edge of the bed, bare chested, and overly hard cock straining in his tight boxers, he just couldn't take it.

He was on his knees in an instant, dipping his fingers into the edges of Kurt's underwear and pulling them down and off, his mouth sinking down over Kurt, swallowing him whole and Kurt groaned deep in his throat as he threaded his fingers through Blaine's hair.

Blaine quickly sucked two of his own fingers into his mouth before reaching around and starting to finger Kurt open. Kurt moaned his approval and pulled slightly at Blaine's curls, which he took as encouragement. After sometime Blaine moved his hands to Kurt's hips as he continued to deep throat him, to give himself more leverage.

Kurt retracted his fingers from Blaine's hair and took a step back, effectively pulling his dick out of Blaine's mouth and Blaine look up at him with big sad eyes, like you'd just taken a puppies favorite bone way. His lips were full and red and swollen, his cheeks flush, eyes wanting, and if Kurt had been a weaker man he would have given him what he wanted and fucked his mouth until he came hot and hard down his throat.

Instead he placed a boot against Blaine's chest and pushed him back down to lay on the bed and moved to hover over him. Kurt dropped hard to his knees and kissed Blaine without reserve, he grabbed a condom and rolled it over Blaine quickly, coating him with lube as he pulled back from his lips, straightening his back and looking Blaine in the eye as he positioned himself and sank down over dick.

Kurt didn't give them a whole lot of time to adjust before he started to slide up and down on Blaine, back arched, chest thrust out. They both moaned in unison as Kurt set a fairly fast pace, his boots scraping against Blaine's bare thighs, leaving red streaks in their wake and Blaine's fingers twisted into mattress.

"Oh right" Kurt grinned as he looked down at Blaine "I'm supposed to, be a cowboy" he said in a dark voice and if Blaine had been able to from coherent words he would have agreed, instead he just stared back at him "So I should ride you, like, a, cowboy" Kurt grinned malevolently.

Kurt tilled his head forward and down and put a hand on his hat to keep it from falling off, while the other went out behind him like someone trying to stay on a bull, and without warning his hips ground down hard and rolled forward before sliding up and repeating the motion. It was just like someone would ride in a saddle, pushing down and forward with each stroke, and taking a little more of Blaine in every time.

"Oh holy mother of god!" Blaine cursed and his hands ran up Kurt's chest and down his sides, and up to his neck, he just needed to touch him! Kurt was relentless, and he continued to twist and roll and slide in the most sinful ways, while Blaine muttered out his name and a long string of 'oh fuck's and 'dear god's.

Blaine's hands slipped under Kurt's thighs just behind his knees to dig into the soft flesh there and Kurt moaned subsequently slamming down on him even harder. Blaine's breaths were thick and heavy and he watched Kurt's long slender frame raise and fall, and for some time his eyes stayed trained on were he could see his slick cock disappearing repeatedly into Kurt and he didn't even try to stop the moans that spilled out of his mouth.

And all at once Kurt stopped. "Kur- Wha, what.." Blaine's wide eyes instantly flicked up to meet his, and Kurt had a devilish grin on his face, he rocked his hips ever so slightly as Blaine's cock stayed deep within him and Blaine gave him a desperate look, "I can see why you like this so much-" Kurt said in a deep dominate voice and turned the heels of his boots into Blaine's thighs, pressing the sharp edge against his smooth skin and Blaine let out a lust drawn whimper "-being in control" Kurt finished.

"It's kind of empowering," he noted and continued to rock his hips in the slowest, slight motion conceivable "god Kurt please?" Blaine begged and his eyes slipped shut as he ground his teeth together "Hhhmmnnn, Please what?" he hummed "MOVE!" Blaine exasperated "Uh-huh, not good enough" Kurt bit his bottom lip, throughly enjoying his new found power and Blaine's hips snapped upward trying desperately to fuck him as their force raised Kurt up off the mattress.

"Not gonna work" Kurt teased "Tell me what you want" he nearly whispered looking down at a thoroughly debauched Blaine "nnnooh god I want you to fuck yourself on my cock!" Blaine shouted and that's exactly what Kurt did. His movements started up again immediately, just as quickly as they stopped, he rose up and slammed down and rolled his hips and made Blaine hit just the right spot every time.

Blaine stared to whimper and Kurt sped up even more, riding him like their was no tomorrow and Blaine completely fell apart underneath him, his back aching up so hard he lifted Kurt off the bed as he came and Kurt through his head back when he joined him soon after shooting so hard the end of his cum actually landed on Blaine's chin.

Kurt didn't pull off right away, he hung there limply still leaning back as they both tried to catch their breath. When he finally looked down at Blaine he found him looking back. Blaine reached up and wiped off his chin with his finger, chuckling before placing it in his mouth "I think-" he said as he pulled it out clean with a smack "I have a new found thing for cowboys!"

Kurt laughed and pulled off of his softening member before dropping down to lay sprawled out beside him "I'm surprised, you even have cowboy boots" Blaine commented still a little out breath "They're Alexander McQueen" he shrugged and Blaine laughed.

"You know, I think, this is by far the most open sexual relationship, I've even been in" Kurt said on a more serious note and Blaine dropped his head to the side to look at him with a smile "Me too"