They walked to the train station as soon as Blaine had locked off. Kurt said that he had a place he wanted to take him, and to Blaine's surprise they took the train in the opposite direction of what they usually did. Kurt didn't want to tell him where exactly they were going, but suddenly he found himself in New Jersey.

Kurt got them a cab and they ended up in front of a fancy restaurant that didn't seem too small or too big. It was clearly new, but very popular and Blaine had a hard time figuring out how they would be able to get a table as everything appeared to be occupied. Kurt on the other hand went directly in, dropped his name to the host and they were led towards a table in a quiet part of the room.

Blaine was impressed, but he completely forgot about their current location when Kurt took off his coat.

He was wearing tight, black jeans with a tint of silver shining in the fabric, a black waistcoat with silver satin-back and a tight, white shirt with crooked button lining - that was open down to his chest, revealing his collarbone and the working of his muscles when he moved.

"Wow - you look… wow," Blaine gasped and wished he could have stopped himself. He felt like a stupid teenager facing his celebrity crush - because that was exactly what Kurt made him feel; like he was a teenager who had got a date with the celebrity he had been crushing on forever. Kurt made him starstruck and speechless. He was too good to be real, too out of this world for it to be realistic that he would ever be with someone like Blaine.

They sat down and Blaine felt underdressed. Suddenly the bowtie that had seemed cute and fun at home had turned ridiculous and immature, and he wished that he could keep his coat on instead. However, when he let his coat drop to reveal his outfit Kurt smiled broadly and made his face flush.

It was fascinating how Kurt fell in like he was used to places like these and Blaine felt misplaced like he should be in the back with the staff instead of sitting at a table. One of the things Sebastian never understood about him, and he had a hard time adjusting to the way Blaine always asked for water instead of wine, and ordered something light and simple instead of something extravagant like Sebastian did.

"Are you okay? You seem nervous," Kurt noticed after they had ordered their drinks. As always Blaine ordered water and Kurt ordered white wine with water on the side.

Blaine couldn't stop letting his eyes wander around the room and take in the surroundings. The people at the other tables seemed like the people Blaine only ever encountered when he was playing in restaurants or when he was at fancy family or company dinners with Sebastian.

"No, I'm fine. I'm just… not used to this," he murmured a little shy from his reaction to the place. He wanted their night to be good together, and he didn't want to kill the mood by being lame because he never went out other places than pubs or theaters with his friends.

Kurt searched his eyes for a second, took in his face to decipher his expression and see how much he was saying it because it was true or because he really meant it.

"We can go somewhere else if you want. I don't mind. Rachel just told me about this place and the places I usually go I go to with Sam, so I thought I would sort of… it's silly, I know - but I figured if we liked it we could sort of make it our place. But honestly… I just wanna be with you, and I really don't care where we are," Kurt said and dared his hand over the table to hold around Blaine's with a light grip.

Blaine looked down on their hands together on the table. He let his eyes run around the restaurant one more time and back to Kurt's eyes.

"No. It's just… whenever I'm places like this it's because I'm working, but - let's do it. I wanna… have a place with you," he smiled and when Kurt grinned back at him his heart started playing with jump ropes.

As soon as they started talking Blaine more or less forgot where they were. They laughed loudly at a story Kurt told about once he and Rachel had auditioned for Peter Pan, and as the part is traditionally portrayed by a girl Rachel didn't speak to him in three weeks when he got it. The fun part being the way she emphasized how much she wouldn't talk to him even though they shared an apartment, like putting a sign on the door of her bedroom saying "GO AWAY KURT!" or marching out of a room whenever Kurt entered.

Blaine told stories from when he, Tina and Mike had just moved to New York and about he different kind of drunk people coming at the pub. Kurt especially found the part about girls flirting with Blaine and giving him their phone numbers particularly entertaining.

They ate and Blaine even ended up getting himself some wine. They shared dessert and held hands on the table, the sensation of being with Kurt in public without fearing someone they knew saw them made everything all the more better.

While they were waiting for the bill, and giggling over a silly old couple who wrinkled their noses at them Blaine couldn't stop looking down on their fingers tangled together on the table and what he saw made lightning run through his heart.

"I gotta… I don't know what - when we first like went out, after you came into the pub… you weren't wearing the - ring. Why are you wearing it now?" Blaine asked and avoided Kurt's eyes. He wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer, and even less did he think he wanted to look Kurt in the eyes when he told him.

Kurt was clearly taken aback by the sudden reference to his ring. He drew his hand back and hid both under the table. His shoulders hunched and he looked like a deer caught in headlights. He had wanted to avoid this subject very much.

"Well, it was… when Sam proposed to me he already had rings and such, but mine was too big so we had to take it to the jeweler to have it fit. So I didn't wear it for some time, but - yeah, I can't really take it off until I've told him," Kurt said with wet eyes. He wasn't teary, but he seemed like his world was about to shatter under his feet.

Blaine realized that he had to be looking hurt, and his hand started feeling heavy and awkward on the table where Kurt had left it to lie alone.

A waiter came over with their check and Blaine started to find out his wallet, but Kurt snatched the check to pay before Blaine even had a chance to react.

They put on their coats in silence and walked out into the night where it had turned completely dark while they were inside. Kurt had asked the waiter to get them a cab and it was already waiting when they got out.

Blaine opened the door for Kurt, but he didn't get in. He stopped to look at Blaine, his eyes still seeming wet and weary.

"I'm gonna take it off as soon as I've talked to him. I can… I can take it off tonight, if you want. Just - Blaine, please don't think it means anything, because it doesn't. I was just afraid that if I take it off when I'm with you I'll forget to put it back on and he will be suspicious and it won't really matter whether I wait until after his game or not, because he will know something is up," Kurt rushed out, like he was afraid Blaine was going to leave before he got to finish.

Kurt looked down and started to fumble with his fingers, and before Blaine knew it he had taken his ring off and shoved it into the inner pocket of his coat, and Blaine had to hold in a slight gasp.

"There. It's off. No distraction, alright? I just - it doesn't mean anything. I love you, okay?" Kurt said and his voice was shaking as he grabbed lightly around Blaine's arm.

"It's okay. It's fine, baby. I was just wondering. You don't… you don't have to take it off. I'm fine. I know why you keep it on," Blaine assured him and kissed his nose, making relief splash over Kurt's face and he could feel him relax in front of him.

He gestured for Kurt to get in as the driver seemed to be getting impatient. As soon as Kurt was seated he got in himself and felt Kurt immediately find his hand on the seat between them. He looked over to see Kurt's head tilted against the neck rest wearing a warm smile as he was watching Blaine.

They took the train back to New York, and Blaine expected them to return to his apartment where they would end the night on the couch or in his room, but Kurt made them get off at another station without a word about where they were going.

He led Blaine down the street and stopped at a corner of a block filled with clubs, bars and pubs. He turned to face Blaine and let his index finger crook around Blaine's.

"I know we talked a lot about… sex and stuff. But I don't want it to be all about sex. And as you are still shy about yourself and that lovely body of yours I thought we could do something that involves our bodies being close, but we can still keep our clothes on," he said mysteriously and Blaine was perplexed. He couldn't quite see through what Kurt had in mind and he didn't really know if he was scared or intrigued - but he was definitely curious.

"And what would that be?" He stammered insecurely.

He didn't want to seem too eager, or like he had already brushed it off before he even knew what it was, so he guessed it best to keep it simple and hope that Kurt was planning on revealing his plan.

"I thought we could go dancing. It's fun, it's free and it's sensual. We can be close and get confident in each other without it being too much," Kurt smiled softly and let all of his fingers fall into place with Blaine's.

Dancing. He didn't dance. He had never danced. He couldn't dance. He knew nothing about dancing. All he knew about it was that he had seen Tina and Mike dance together or at performances. He was always the one to look, not move.

He wanted to say no. He was scared. What if he was terrible at dancing and Kurt would laugh at him? He would probably keep stepping on his toes and make a big fool of himself so Kurt would be embarrassed to be with him.

But when he pulled his focus back Kurt was looking at him with those eyes again. The cute, pouting lips and the big, begging eyes with eyelashes as long as The Chinese Wall. He remembered what he had said; he wanted to try everything and stop being scared of everything. He wanted to live his life with Kurt to the fullest.

"Alright. Take me dancing. But I warn you; I've never danced before," he said and squeezed Kurt's hand, chuckled to cover up his insecurity about doing this.

"I'm sure you're great. You've got rhythm and music in your blood - just use that," Kurt beamed and did a little jump before he led Blaine down the crowded street towards the bright neon signs and pumping music.

The club was loud and dark. People were close and everyone were touching everyone. It was intimidating and Blaine felt like he had walked into a parallel universe. Most women were wearing practically nothing and most of the men were wearing jeans and t-shirt, and suddenly Blaine felt overdressed. He couldn't win when it came to his outfit.

Kurt went straight to the bar where he ordered two drinks that Blaine couldn't hear what was called, but they came back in fancy colors with cute umbrellas.

"Drink. You need to loosen up. Just relax. No one is going to eat you. If they try I will eat them first," Kurt said just loud enough for Blaine to hear, and nudged him with his shoulder as he took out the straw from his drink and nearly downed all of it in one mouthful.

Blaine sipped a little at his drink and tried to leave his bartender-self behind and enjoy it instead of trying to decode the different booze and what else could be in it. He could feel Kurt watching him, observing him being out of his element and how he tried adjusting to this colorful, new world he had been dragged into.

Kurt gulped down the rest of his drink and didn't give Blaine a chance to finish his own before he grabbed his hand and pulled him out on the dance floor in the middle of close, sweaty bodies not watching who they were dancing into, or who they were dancing with.

The music was loud, so loud that Blaine couldn't even make out the words of whatever song was playing - if there even were words, but it didn't seem like anyone minded. Kurt started shaking his hips and moving his arms in time to the bass and didn't seem to notice that Blaine was awkwardly looking around on the dancing people without knowing what to do about himself.

He felt stupid. He wanted to move, to do something other than just standing in the middle of everything with people having fun around him, so he tried remembering what he had seen Tina and Mike do when they were dancing together but he was completely blank.

Out of nowhere he felt a couple of hands on his hips. He was about to panic and push whoever it was away when he realized that it was Kurt. He had pressed his body against Blaine's and his hands had locked themselves on his hips as he kept moving. He leaned in to make it easier for Blaine to hear what he was saying, but it was hard for him to focus because the scent of Kurt was running directly to his head.

"Try to relax. Let yourself have fun. Stop worrying so much," Kurt said, his breath ghosting lightly over Blaine's ear.

He turned around, and for a second Blaine feared that he was about to leave him to himself and the wolf pack of eager dancers surrounding him.

He didn't. He pressed his back against Blaine's torso and his ass against his pelvis. He grabbed Blaine's hands and folded them around his waist so he could let his own arms through Blaine's and his hands onto his hips. He turned his head so his mouth was at the spot between his cheek and ear to make sure they could still communicate.

"You are so great with music, let yourself be that. Listen to the music, let it be more of you than just your voice and fingers -" Kurt encouraged and started moving his hips again, forcing Blaine to move with him

Kurt hooked his fingers in Blaine's belt straps and placed a kiss on his jaw while he continued dancing. Blaine closed his eyes to lock out his sight, trying to let the music in. It was hard to filtrate the sound of voices around them from the beats but after some time he could feel it in his pulse.

He let himself move with Kurt, constantly mirroring his actions to make sure he didn't do anything wrong. He insecurely let a hand up Kurt's torso, and he could feel Kurt's heart racing as he was smiling against Blaine's jaw from the touch.

The club was hot and Kurt being so close to him didn't help much. As the song ended a new, more upbeat tune started and Kurt turned around to press his chest against Blaine's. He let his hands run to the lower of Blaine's back and made them move further into the crowd of people on the dance floor.

Kurt was lightly grinding his crotch against Blaine's with his hands running around his torso. He twirled around and moved his feet skillfully, not letting go of Blaine for one second. He didn't miss a chance to nudge his nose against Blaine's neck or let his lips brush over his skin - each time Blaine expected burnmarks to appear from the contact.

The more they danced, the more Blaine wanted to participate himself. He started working his shoulders and rolling his hips against Kurt. His hands ran to the lower portion of Kurt's back just above his ass where he pressed him closer to feel the rhythm he was dancing with.

He was having fun. He was actually dancing in public in a way that wasn't goofy steps behind the bar - and he hadn't stepped on Kurt's toes once. Besides, it didn't even seem like Kurt was embarrassed about being with him so he saw that as a true victory.

"Now we've got two down and one to go - what else do you have on that exciting list?" Kurt asked as he put his hands on Blaine's and slid them up his ribs, onto his back and down to his ass.

Blaine's pulse was sprinting. He felt like everyone was staring at them, but the feeling of Kurt leading his hands that way was sensational, and it occurred to him that he didn't care if people were staring because if they were all they would see would be that Kurt was with him, wanted him and kissed him.

"I uhm… I've never topped," Blaine stammered and he was happy that there was no chance of Kurt being able to properly see his face through the dark of the club.

A smirk filled Kurt's face and Blaine was nervous about what he had gotten himself into, when he felt Kurt's palm slide up his inner thigh to cup around his dick, making him burst out a surprised mouthful of air.

"So - you're saying that you want to let your big cock into my ass?" He asked teasingly with a firm grip.

Blaine gulped and his head fell forward on its own accord. He couldn't help himself anymore. He grabbed Kurt's hips harshly to pull him closer so their chests clasped against one another. He made sure their pelvises were still working in unison and let his mouth crash onto Kurt's.

They hadn't dared to share a kiss since they had left Blaine's apartment. They had been too concerned about people seeing them and telling their boyfriends, or how awkward it would have been in the cab, and in the restaurant it would have been way too complicated with the table separating them - but here in the club they were protected by a sea of people only focusing on themselves or their dance partner. With the way they were rubbing against each other, feeling every movement of the other's body closely made it allowed, it was okay.

Kurt immediately let himself fall into it. He let his hands onto the back of Blaine's head to press his face closer. He opened his mouth and twirled his tongue with Blaine's, now his hips the only part of him to move to the music, pushing his crotch stronger against Blaine's, and Blaine could feel him humming and moaning around their tongues.

They kept their mouths locked together. Only their feet were working themselves clumsily around and their hips were following each other around while their hands were locked on the other's back. Blaine dared his fingers lightly into Kurt's hair instead, making Kurt move his lips a little stronger.

The heavy beat faded into a slow rhythm and they released each other's mouth. Kurt let his arms slide around Blaine's neck, and Blaine let his hands onto Kurt's back so they could rest cheek against cheek.

Now it was only their feet moving in nothing more than dozy movements, one slow step at a time, and their bodies swayed hazily together.

It was incredibly hard for Blaine not to let himself be completely taken over by the feeling and ask Kurt to run away with him. He clasped his hands harder to Kurt's back on his shoulder blades and had to remind himself to keep breathing.

There was no way he could survive this night. He didn't know if he was about to laugh or cry, he just knew that the touch and closeness from Kurt's embrace was overwhelming.

"You uhm… you look really beautiful tonight. Not just tonight, though! But especially tonight. I don't - you just look really gorgeous," Blaine stammered and gushed at how awful he had tackled something as simple as giving him a compliment. How could he be so awkward around Kurt when he had been in a relationship for two years? It wasn't exactly like he had never been on a date before.

Kurt strengthened his grip a little tighter around his neck and kissed his ear. It felt like he was holding onto him out of fear that if they let go of each other they would float away from one another forever. It felt safe and comforting.

Kurt pulled away and Blaine panicked. He felt cold where Kurt was missing in his arms and the tickling over his skin that was caused by Kurt's cheek against his turned into prickling from needles.

However, Kurt smiled comforting at him and took his hand. He started slowly walking through the crowd of swaying bodies around them. No one seemed to notice them and Blaine got the feeling that they were invisible to the rest of the world.

Kurt led them back outside and down the street. He stopped in front of a small café where he asked Blaine to wait while he went in. After about ten minutes Kurt reappeared with a paper bag and smile. He leaned in to kiss Blaine's cheek before they headed for the station.

"Why did you want us to leave? I thought you wanted to dance," Blaine asked confused. He didn't even dare ask where they were headed for now because apparently Kurt liked to surprise him so much that he wasn't going to tell him anything in advance.

"I did. And you were really good. You really know how to use your hips and hands -" He grinned and Blaine looked to the floor of the train with flushed cheeks.

"I just figured I wanted you to myself now," Kurt exclaimed and let his index finger brush over Blaine's thigh.

They got off the train and Blaine knew exactly where they were. He loved that place, it made him dream of running away. The harbor.

They found a bench on a small patch of grass where they had a clear view over the dark water. The town was roaring behind them but here they could hear the water and see the bright lights of ships and boats.

Kurt pulled out two cups of coffee and a white plastic bowl from the paper bag he had picked up at the café. The bowl contained chocolate covered strawberries and Blaine couldn't keep in a light chuckle. It was too much, too perfect.

They sat in silence and drank their coffee. When the bowl and cups were empty Kurt threw it in a garbage bin nearby before he moved closer to Blaine and rested his head on his shoulder. Blaine put his arm around Kurt and felt a shot run through him as he felt Kurt's hand lightly on his thigh.

"This was perfect," Blaine mumbled and placed a kiss on Kurt's hair. Kurt turned his head slightly and kissed Blaine's jaw before he wrapped his arm around him with a yawn.

"You deserve good things," Kurt murmured against his neck, making shivers run thought Blaine from his cold skin. It was one of those moments that aren't much but he still wanted it to last forever because it was precious.

Kurt yawned again and it hit Blaine that he didn't even know what time it was so he figured he'd better check his clock. They had been out for hours and the clock had turned 01.03.

"Are you tired?" Blaine asked and stroke a hand carefully over Kurt's hair. He didn't want the night to end, but if Kurt was tired he would be fine by just snuggling up in bed to hold him while he was sleeping.

"I… want you to take me to bed. I wanna hide from the world with you and just feel you close to me," Kurt said, his voice nearly a whisper as he slowly sat up to let his eyes meet Blaine's through the darkness surrounding them.

xXx

The trip back to Blaine's apartment was hazy and silent. They snuck their hands together on the train and Blaine wished that he could have put his arm around Kurt, but he didn't want to take that chance.

It was past 2 when they were back and they did their best to be quiet so they wouldn't wake up Tina and Mike, so they hurried on tiptoes through the dark apartment to disappear into Blaine's room.

When they were behind the closed door Blaine shut the curtains to let the light from the streetlamps die. The second he turned around he was met by Kurt's hand on his face and his lips softly pressed against his own.

Kurt backed away with a smile and headed for the bathroom with his toothbrush in his backpocket, Blaine surprised that he had been able to fit anything down there.

When Kurt returned Blaine went to the bathroom. He washed his face and brushed his teeth. He didn't know what to expect from the rest of the night, but he didn't think it would be too much as Kurt seemed really tired, so he wasn't nervous - he just wanted to hide in the dark and let the wonderful night they had shared wash in over him.

When he walked back into the room Kurt was sitting on the bed. He was still fully dressed, only his boots and socks were off and he looked like he was waiting for something. When Blaine took off his bowtie and pulled off his sweater Kurt stood up and crossed the floor. He kissed him lightly, innocently, and before he could do anything about it he had started opening Blaine's shirt.

When his shirt was open all the way down Kurt led them towards the bed, mouths still locked in movement. He started opening his jeans and slowly, carefully, took off Blaine's shirt. As soon as it was off Kurt left his mouth and let his shirt carefully over the back of the chair.

"The pants too," he said with a spark in his eyes.

Blaine was stunned by his appearance and the way he kept his head cold. He couldn't stop wishing for Kurt's body to be back against his, so he simply nodded and did as he was told.

He took off his pants as gracefully as possible, but in reality he was clumsy an fumbling around, almost falling face-forward onto the rug. However, when he was done he saw that Kurt had gotten rid off his pants as well and his eyes were now flickering between Blaine and the bed.

"Sit down. I figured that with all the new stuff we're introducing you to I should try something new myself - and I'm pretty sure you've never tried this either," Kurt said softly and let a finger run down the middle of his torso and Blaine had a feeling that his nipples were rock hard.

Once again he did as told. He had no idea what else to do. Who was he to question Kurt? And if he had something he wanted to try that he had never done before, Blaine surely wasn't going to pass on that. He already felt like he was getting way too much attention, so he sat on the bed and hoped that whatever Kurt wanted to try wasn't something that hurt.

When he was in place Kurt let his eyes wander down his frame and Blaine couldn't help a need to cover himself up crawl over his skin and up his spine. He felt exposed and too open, and was slowly starting to consider asking Kurt to turn the lights off.

However, he was caught by surprise when Kurt had closed the distance between them - so much that he was now standing right in front of Blaine, their toes nearly meeting.

"I've always wanted to do something - a little extra you could say. I just never felt ready to do it. But you… Blaine, you make me ready for… pretty much anything," Kurt explained and his voice had turned low and in the same time innocent and sensual - the way only Kurt knew how to.

He took a few steps closer and suddenly he was straddling Blaine, sitting on top of him and there was nothing else for Blaine to do than put his hands on his thighs.

"I wanna be loved by you," he started slowly singing and opened the top button of his waistcoat.

"Just you" he breathed into Blaine's ear.

"And nobody else but you" he continued as he worked down his buttons.

"I wanna be loved by you"

He got his waistcoat completely open and placed his hands on Blaine's, forcing his fingers under the lines of his boxers while he was smiling down at him, as Kurt slowly opened his shirt as well. One button at a time.

Kurt let his fingers work up and down the opening of his shirt before he moved his face so close to Blaine's that they shared each other's breathing and the scent of Kurt was trying to talk Blaine into being reckless.

"…and you alone."

He ended the short song and pressed his lips onto Blaine's with a force and intimacy that Blaine hadn't felt from him before. He couldn't stop his hands from wander up Kurt's thighs and onto his hips where Kurt took a chance and rolled his hips against Blaine's.

He was giving him a show. Here Blaine was; sitting on his bed with his boyfriend, lover, straddling him, stripping for him - giving him a personal show. Just for him. Something no one had ever been lucky enough to be treated with.

Kurt pulled away and let his hands back onto Blaine's. He kept humming the melody lowly and rolling it over his tongue as he led his hands up Blaine's arms and to his collar where he made Blaine take his waistcoat and shirt off. As soon as they were off Kurt threw them to lie on the chair and quickly grabbed back on Blaine's hands.

He let his fingers slide in between Blaine's on the back of his hands so he could lead Blaine's palms from his shoulders down over his chest, Kurt's nipples hard against his palms and fingertips. He continued down his ribs, over his abdomens and down to his hard cock resting, pounding, against his hip.

Without breaking eye contact Kurt made Blaine's hand cup around his head, feeling how he was stanching his underwear with pre-come as he licked his lips teasingly. After letting him linger there for a bit with their eyes locked he led Blaine's hands to his hips. He made his fingers crook at the hem of his shorts so he could slowly stand up while they were taking his underwear off him together.

Blaine's head was spinning. He didn't know where to look, where to hold his hands or what to do about any of his body parts. He was sure that his own underwear was pretty much soaked in pre-come already and he couldn't stand the thought that he might come before anything had actually happened - that would be painfully embarrassing.

Kurt sat back down on him, his erection now pressed against his ribs and Blaine was possibly just as scared as he was aroused. He didn't know where to place his hands or what to do about himself.

He didn't get to collect his thoughts because Kurt stared him intensely in the eyes as he pushed forward and let his dick rub up against Blaine's ribs, pre-come smearing below his chest.

He continued the motion a few times, each time moaning more tender than the first, and Blaine was certain that Kurt could feel him be wet through the thin fabric of his own boxers. He let his hands run from Kurt's knees, over his thighs and down to grab around his ass cheeks where he dared himself to let a finger ghost over Kurt's hole.

The contact clearly surprised him as he almost fell forwards onto Blaine with a whimper and his hips working forwards, but Blaine could feel him smile as he pressed a kiss onto his lips, more tender than the moment would have expected.

He let them fall down on the mattress, Kurt still grinding his crotch against Blaine's abdomens as Blaine had let his hands slide onto his shoulder blades to press his torso down so he could feel his chest on him, feel his heart pounding against his.

Out of nowhere Blaine could feel that Kurt opened his eyes, so he opened his own to meet him. Kurt sucked on his lower lip for a brief moment with a smile creeping over his lips before he started kissing his way down - his jaw, his neck, biting his earlobe, more neck, over his chest with licking, sucking and biting on nipples before he continued down his ribs and abdomens where he started pulling down Blaine's underwear.

Blaine lifted his hips to make it easier for Kurt to get rid of his boxers, and he was suddenly extremely naked with Kurt between his legs taking in the entirety of his body. Blaine tried keeping his eyes locked but it was impossible; Kurt was looking at him like he tried remembering every detail of his body.

"Are you ready?" Kurt asked quietly and licked his lips.

This was now or never. He was about to do it, and Blaine knew that he could say no if he wanted to, but the question was - did he want to say no or did he want him to do it?

Blaine felt exposed and observed. He stared into the ceiling and he could feel Kurt watching him, but now only his face. He appreciated very much that Kurt wasn't touching him. He was certain that if he had tried touching him in that moment he would have panicked, but Kurt simply sat waiting for him to make a decision.

He dared to catch Kurt's eyes and he was met by a strong green that was mixed with blue. It made his heart race, but the unease and nerves seemed to completely melt away, helping him make his final decision.

He raised himself to rest on his one elbow so he could use his free hand to clasp against Kurt and pull him close in a powerful kiss. His pulse was out of control and Kurt's gentle hand on his chest made him doubt that he could be real, because how could anyone be so calm and considerate in a moment such as that one?

"Do it. Suck me!" He dared breathily against Kurt's lips and he watched Kurt's face transform from awaiting into smiling and determined.

"I can't wait to have your dick in my mouth," Kurt whispered in his ear and Blaine feared that this simple sentence alone could make sure that he wouldn't get that far before it was too late.

Blaine grinned insecurely and let his fingers into Kurt's hair as he felt him work his way back down over his splayed out body. However, this time he didn't waste any time on playing games - he had a goal and Blaine wasn't sure he thought that to be a good or a bad thing.

Without warning Kurt's tongue was on his sac. He licked around, kissed and nipped lightly before he let his full-length, wet tongue travel its way up and Blaine couldn't stop himself from clenching hard around a handful of Kurt's hair.

"Ohohhhh shit!" He burst out harder than he could stop it and he could feel Kurt smile as he licked from his balls and up his shaft.

He stopped and lapped at his head, tip running over the slit and over the frenulum right under the head. He made his lips carefully wet in pre-come and as he made his lips slowly take in his head Blaine made his hands drop to the mattress out of fear that he might hurt Kurt unintentionally.

It was too good, and as Kurt worked his way down around his erection Blaine felt his balls size up. The feeling of Kurt's tongue against the vein at the underside of his shaft, his head bopping up and down with lips strongly locked around made Blaine's brain fog up.

Kurt kept his hands on Blaine's thighs, his thumb every now and then stroking lightly at the gentle skin, his touch feeling like electricity between silk fabrics.

He couldn't help it. He had to look - he needed to see that it was true. However, he wasn't prepared for Kurt's eyes staring back at him, but when their eyes met, his hand was suddenly running from Kurt's temple, down his cheek to rest on his cheekbone while Kurt let his pink, glistening lips off Blaine's cock so he could show him how his tongue licked over his head, around his head, with a hand firmly closed around his root, his palm cupping up his sac lightly.

Their eyes didn't leave each other for a second. Blaine was panting and the well-known ball of fire was starting to flame in his stomach. He couldn't let it happen now - he needed more of Kurt, even though he couldn't stop wishing for the sight of his come spread on Kurt's lips now that he was back to moving his mouth up and down around him.

Kurt continued licking up and down while moaning and his eyes were filled with lust. He hummed at the back of his throat and the vibrations nearly pushed Blaine over the edge.

"Fuck. Good God, Kurt. Stop. Stop!" Blaine groaned with his head dropping to the bed. He doubted that he was convincing at all because he truly didn't want the ecstasy to go away. He wanted Kurt's lip to stay on his throbbing dick and Kurt's tongue toying with his head forever - but if he continued the night would end much too quickly.

"I'm sorry! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Kurt blabbered breathlessly out as he released his mouth and hand so he could hurry up Blaine's frame to lie next to him to see his face-

Blaine chuckled and heaved for air with Kurt panicky waiting for him to say something, staring into his eyes with concern filling his entire face.

"Hurt me? Jesus, you… holy shit, quite the opposite - God Kurt!" Blaine chuckled and let his hand up Kurt's arm, folding it over his waist. He couldn't stop looking at how wet and full his lips looked. He wanted to feel them, feel if they were just as soft and delicious as they seemed.

"Dammit, you scared me. I -" Kurt burst out but he was stopped by Blaine pulling him down so he could feel his lips. His mouth was warm and his lips were swollen and wet. His tongue tasted of salt and flesh, and the thought that Kurt tasted of him nearly pushed him back to the point of no return.

"I just didn't want to die yet," he said heaving and smiled against Kurt's mouth.

Kurt grinned broadly and let his mouth crash back onto Blaine's and Blaine needed to clasp his tongue against Kurt's to make sure he got the last taste, the last physical proof (besides his aching sac) that Kurt had just sucked him off.

Kurt pulled away to let their eyes meet. He was only about to get his breathing back to normal, but his eyes were still wet and sparkly as he let his fingertips run up Blaine's torso, making shivers run down his spine from the tingling.

"So you liked it?" Kurt asked teasingly and licked his lips, Blaine suspecting that it wasn't even intentional. Blaine just couldn't stop staring at his mouth with the knowledge of what he had just used it for.

"Are you crazy? It was… your mouth is - freaking divine!" Blaine laughed and made a fingertip run over Kurt's lower lip, Kurt smiling crookedly from the sight of Blaine's joy.

"I'll take that as a yes. I really like doing that to you. I love the way you taste and sound - it was so good," Kurt said, his voice so low that it was nearly a moaning, and it made everything in Blaine twist and turn.

Kurt's hand was brushing fingertips lightly up his thigh and over his waist, making his wrist ghost over Blaine's head, his cock aching for more attention.

Abruptly he was on top of Blaine, straddling him on his hips and leaning down to kiss him. He grabbed both of his hands and led them from his own collarbones down his chest, teasing his nipples with both of his hands and further down his ribs and abdomens. Blaine expected him to end on his hips, but he didn't; he led Blaine's hands around so he could make him grasp firmly around his ass with his fingers digging into his crack.

"Open me for you," Kurt whispered, and if Blaine's face had possessed any blood he was sure it had left to seek to his cock instead.

"Kurt. I can't. I -" he started insecurely, surprised that he was even able to speak. He had been sure that his brain had closed off all normal behavior at the moment.

"Sure you can. You said that you wanted your dick in me, and I wanna feel you in me… but you're so big that you need to open me for you," Kurt panted with his mouth still locked on Blaine's, his words coming out in thrusts between his kisses.

Fuck. He's gonna kill me. Or make me explode. He thinks my dick is big. He needs to stop talking - or never stop talking. He's so damn sexy. And mine.

Blaine sucked Kurt closer. He raised the speed of their moving lips along with the speed of his pulse racing out of control. He could almost he the blood roaming in his ears and he was afraid that his eardrum would burst from the pressure.

He had no idea what he was doing, but he freed a hand from Kurt's ass the other still having a tight grip. He let his arm around to be caught between them before he carefully swiped around Kurt's erection a few times with Kurt surprised clasping his hands onto Blaine's biceps.

Blaine released his hand once more and let his palm flatly slide down Kurt's shaft and over his balls, fingers over his scrotum before he found his destination.

With the tip of his index finger he started to carefully massage Kurt's hole. He slid it around the rim before he let his finger dive in. He insecurely let his finger push its way in through the first ring of muscle to the first knuckle, Kurt gasping into his mouth. He worked his fingertip around a little, feeling the warmth and inside of Kurt.

"More," Kurt begged into his mouth, Blaine figuring that he wanted to guide him to make it as easy as possible for him, so he started to let his finger go deeper, making Kurt moan against his face.

He circled his finger, adjusted himself to the fact that his finger was currently buried in Kurt's ass. He sucked on Kurt's lower lip, grinned at himself and slowly dared himself to drag his finger a little out before sliding it back in.

Again. And again. Each time Kurt groaning a little more than before, so he got eager and even more turned on than he had thought it to be possible, but slowly worked up a pace with Kurt silently moaning "yes" through their locked lips.

"One more, baby," Kurt pleaded weakly.

One more. He needs one more finger. He wants me to give him one more finger.

This time he didn't tease. He let his index finger slide out so only the tip was inside Kurt before he made his middle finger join so he could make both of them push into his hole. He groaned and Blaine couldn't stop himself from sighing lightly by the feel.

He returned to his prior speed, both of his fingers pumping into Kurt's hole as he tightened around Blaine's fingers. He was scared to do something wrong, scared of hurting Kurt in some way by a wrong move, so he tried remembering the single time Kurt had done this for him - what he had done, how it had felt, what had been best.

"One more. Blaine, please," Kurt needed and Blaine wasn't sure he could do it.

His arm and wrist felt like acid. His muscles were screaming at him to stop, and every movement was aching like he was about to go into cramping - but he did it.

He forced one more finger in. He nearly couldn't move anymore from his muscles protesting and Kurt tightening, so he settled for crooking his fingers, trying to spread them without much result, hoping he could hit the right spot - and hoping for it to be enough for Kurt, his moaning and panting somewhat an indication that he liked it.

"I… I wanna be in you," Blaine stammered weakly, embarrassed that the words had come out of his mouth, but there had never been a chance of stopping them because it was all he could think about.

"Yes. Please. Yes, Blaine," Kurt hummed, his hole clenching around Blaine's fingers so hard that Blaine feared he might never be able to move them again.

Kurt planted his palms firmly in the bed and sat straight up, making Blaine's fingers go deeper in him and his knuckles boring themselves into the flesh of Kurt's cheeks. He stretched out his arm and Blaine realized that he had put a condom on the nightstand making Blaine feel relief wash in over him - he didn't have any plans on running naked through the apartment to wake up Tina and Mike to ask them help him out with having sex.

Kurt bent down to kiss him heatedly before he started to raise himself off Blaine's fingers with a mouthful of air thrust hard out, Blaine's fingers nearly unable to stretch from the pressure they had been through. It was freezing and he wanted to press them back, but the thought of what was to come was much more promising.

Kurt started to move down Blaine's body and he panicked. He couldn't leave, he couldn't let him lie there alone, or even worse; he would need to be on top, to look down on Kurt and be in control of everything.

Sweat broke out on his forehead and everywhere else. The thought was frightening, terrifying.

What if I do something wrong? What if I hurt him? What if I'm horrible at it and he doesn't like? Or I don't like it? Shit.

His hands clasped onto Kurt's arms, fingers digging into flesh in a desperate attempt to stop him moving, and Kurt looked at him with nervous eyes, all lust put on complete hold.

"You don't wanna do it anyway? I can be on top if you like? It's okay if you aren't ready. I just wanna be with you. Sex or no sex," he assured him, his hand placed on his thigh with a thumb caressing soothingly.

"No I was just… thinking that - could you stay on me? I know I technically wouldn't be on top but I'm just…" Blaine started to nervously blabber out and he just knew that he had killed the spark and he was ready to just put his clothes back on so he could roll over and never have sex again.

I'm just not made for sex, he thought and closed his eyes. He felt like he couldn't breath and was afraid that he was about to have some sort of fit when Kurt stretched his hand up to stroke his cheek.

"You want me to ride you? That is… so incredibly sexy," Kurt breathed and his erection rubbed involuntarily against Blaine's leg.

Blaine's face heated up and he could breath again. Kurt thought that something he had suggested was sexy. No, incredibly sex. He smiled, grinned, wanted kiss Kurt all over his body - but instead he released his grip on his arms and let his hands slide down to lie loosely on his sides.

"I'm just gonna…" Kurt smiled and flashed the dark foil package between two fingers.

Oh. Oh! He's gonna put it on me, Blaine realized and gulped.

Kurt took up his journey back down Blaine's body where he placed light kisses on his thighs before he let his tongue slowly trail up the backside of his dick. He licked over his head before letting his lips close around so he could suck hard, making Blaine gasp out harshly.

Kurt let his lips slide off and Blaine heard the breaking of the foil before feeling the slick latex hit his head. Kurt's fingers rolling it down around him made him miss Kurt's lips on his tender skin. He felt trapped inside the condom and wanted to ask to do it without but he knew that they couldn't. That was a conversation he didn't want to go into now.

When he was done rolling the condom on him Kurt let his palm run from Blaine's sac, over his shaft and took a few swipes before crawling back up over Blaine, their dicks clasping against each other on the way.

As soon as he was back in place Kurt smiled down on him. He tilted his head and slowly let his ass sink down so his hole hit Blaine's head. He stopped and bent down to kiss Blaine's lips before breaking away just enough for their eyes to meet.

"Are you ready? Just - stop me if you're uncomfortable," Kurt said with an assuring smile, making Blaine nod in a mix of gratitude and nerves taking over his brain.

And that was it. Kurt reached down between his legs to take a careful, but firm, grip around Blaine before he started sitting all down, lowering himself onto Blaine's cock, making his ass take in his head as Kurt flexed his abs and bit his lower lip in the most sensual way Blaine had ever seen.

He let go, put his hands back to the mattress on each side of Blaine's shoulders and looked down on him. Everything was hot and Blaine regretted deeply that he hadn't opened a window because he was going to melt. Kurt didn't seem to feel too hot though. He simply stared into Blaine's eyes, his torso bent in over Blaine's with all of his muscles tensed.

"Do it. Fuck me!" He ordered, his voice dark and rasp in a way Blaine had never heard it before. He couldn't decide if it was mostly scary or hot, but he instinctively grabbed Kurt's ass so he could let his hips buck up, thrusting his full length possibly a little too hard into Kurt, making Kurt arch his neck, throwing his head backwards with a groan.

"Shit, just like that," he moaned and nearly dropped his forehead against Blaine's.

He bucked his hips back up while watching surprise swim in over Kurt's eyes with pupils dilating when he hit him right. He repeated the motion again and again with Kurt leaning to rest his forehead against Blaine's, weak whimpers streaming from his mouth with every thrust.

Blaine squeezed his eyes shot with his hands locked on Kurt's hips. He had no idea what else to do than keep jerking his hips upwards. He tried remembering all of the time in his life he had had sex. He had never been riding Sebastian but it shouldn't be that much different.

He didn't want to think of Sebastian but he needed to remember the way he had moved, the way he had touched him and what had felt good or not - but now Sebastian's face was haunting him, burning into his inner eye. His smile, his eyes, the feeling of his kiss, hands tongue and cock.

But all he wanted, needed, was Kurt.

"Kiss me. Please, kiss me!" Blaine pleaded desperately, needing to feel Kurt's lips. He couldn't let Sebastian take over - this was about Kurt, he had to let Kurt be his body and mind.

"Don't close your eyes. Please look me in the eyes," he begged as Kurt started to lean down to let their lips crash, but with closed eyes. He rushed them open from Blaine's request - strong azure filling Blaine's nervous system and taking him back to the reality that he was in bed with Kurt on top of him, Kurt riding him, his dick inside of Kurt.

When their mouths collided Kurt pushed his ass down and started rocking back and forth. He rolled his hips forward, moved himself up and down, and tightened around Blaine's shaft.

He couldn't hold it back anymore. It was like it came out of nowhere even though he had known that it was only a matter of time. Heat had pulsed through him for a long time and now it was starting to coil up to a ball of fire in his stomach. He strengthened his grip on Kurt's hips, afraid that he was going to bruise his delicate skin, yet unable to stop it.

"Fuck you're so good in me, baby," Kurt moaned into his mouth and it was over.

Blaine's hips jerked upward, his balls and shaft pulsating to let himself spurt into Kurt's hole with a loud cursing. The feeling of Kurt clenching going harder around him made it unbearable and he feared that he was going to pass out from the euphoria shot directly into his veins.

"God it feels good - Blaine!" Kurt whined and somehow Blaine felt like it emphasized Kurt's trust in him.

Please never stop saying my name like that, Blaine thought while heaving for air.

He fell flat. He couldn't move. All senses were running overload and his lungs were about to blow up from the need for air. Even his hands dropped lifeless to the bed from their grip on Kurt's hips and he wanted to apologize but even though his mouth was open nothing but panting came out.

"I'm sorry," he finally fought out and closed his eyes. He couldn't face Kurt now. Not only had he come super fast without even knowing what he was doing, he hadn't even helped Kurt close to coming at all. It was embarrassing and terrible.

"What? Sorry about what?" Kurt asked confounded with a light voice, heaving for air. Blaine felt him force himself to rise on his one elbow and hold gently on Blaine's chin.

"Look at me, Blaine," Kurt said softly, his thumb taking a few caring strokes over his jaw line as Blaine opened without knowing what to expect to meet him. Kurt was still struggling to gain breath, but apparently that wasn't going to stop him from having a conversation.

"That was - you are skilled, boy!" He grinned and let his thumb trace over Blaine's lower lip, and Blaine saw it as a chance to kiss the tip of his finger.

"But you didn't even come and I -" Blaine started frantically apologizing again, but Kurt stopped him by pressing his fingers over his mouth.

"Blaine. Honey. It wasn't perfect. I never expected it to be - since you've never done it before, I mean. But it was good, you are so good," Kurt assured him firmly with wide eyes before he rolled his hips forward one more time, making Blaine shock himself with a whimper. Electric waves shot through him and he was almost certain that he was about to go hard again.

"But baby - practice makes perfect. So we can just practice. Besides, just because we didn't come at the same time doesn't mean it's too late for me," Kurt smirked and he felt Kurt place his Blaine's on his shaft before he locked their fingers around him and started fisting up and down.

Blaine was hard again. He definitely was, so he pushed back up, taking Kurt by surprise so he whined and squeezed their hands a little harder around his cock.

He arched his back to press his ass down so it was nearly impossible for Blaine to thrust into him, but he kept moving as he watched Kurt's eyes starting to swim.

"Yes. Right there. Blaine, don't stop," he heaved while fisting their hands faster around him, his head bopping forward to make his lips clasp onto Blaine's, a constant cascade of whimpering "yes" and incoherent sounds streaming from his mouth.

"Fuck! Kurt!" Blaine groaned into his mouth.

Kurt's free hand clasped onto his shoulder, his nails digging into his skin as his abs flexed. Blaine felt his hips pushing forward and his dick pulse against his palms while their hands turned warm and wet.

The feeling of Kurt coming on his hand, spurts on his chest, made Blaine lose it. He was off again, falling straight into it with Kurt's hole tightening stronger than he had imagined it possible and his fingers gripping so hard they would positively leave marks.

He came harder than ever, nearly biting down in Kurt's wrist, but instead bit his lower lip with a scream of "holy God Kurt" muffled by being caught in his throat and Kurt's chest clasped against his with all muscles in both of their bodies unbelievably tensed to the point of exploding.

Kurt was clasped motionless on to of him. Their hands were cramped together around Kurt's cock slowly going limp in their hands, both of them painfully gasping for air with their chest working against each other.

A slow chuckle spread from the back of Kurt's throat as he let his head drop to Blaine's shoulder where he nuzzled his nose against his ear to kiss his neck. He let his unsoiled hand free from Blaine's shoulder to find his hand and entwine their fingers.

Usually Blaine would have panicked over him laughing in such an intimate moment, but he didn't - he turned his head and grinned against him while catching his mouth in a lazy kiss.

After having pushed off the moment for as long as possible there was no way out: they would have to clean up. It was terrible, but Kurt fought his way to sit up so he could clean both of them off as good as he possibly could with the Kleenex he found on the nightstand.

"How about a shower and clean sheets in the morning?" Blaine mumbled dozy as he watched Kurt do his best to avoid soiling the sheets.

Kurt met his eyes with a grin and brushed his thumb over Blaine's ribs where his hand was lazily resting.

"That sounds perfect, darling" he smiled and threw the crumpled up paper towel on the nightstand before he realized that it was time.

It was horrible and nerving. Blaine hated the feeling of the condom on him, but he didn't want Kurt to move. He wanted him to stay on him so they could be joined forever. He wanted Kurt to always be a part of him.

Nonetheless Kurt bent down to place a light kiss on his lips before he reached down to take a gentle grip so he could lift himself off Blaine and save the condom without it ending on the mattress to paint everything in pearly white semen.

He tied it up and wrapped it in Kleenex so he could drop it on the nightstand before cleaning the rest of them off, Blaine feeling it strange to have Kurt clean off his genitals. It was an unfamiliar and odd feeling, but he was so gentle and respectful about it that Blaine couldn't help feel safe and loved from the way he was taking care of him.

Kurt carried it all to the trashcan and dropped Blaine's t-shirt and underwear in front of him with a smile before he started fumbling around for his own.

"Do you wanna sleep with clothes on tonight?" Blaine asked confounded, not really sure why, but Kurt stopped in motion to look at him.

"I just guessed that was what you wanted. We don't have to if you don't want to - I love sleeping naked with you," he said and his tired eyes lit up.

"I think - I just wanna fall asleep while feeling you. Really feeling you," Blaine murmured and hoped it was in his place to make such a request.

Kurt dropped his own clothes back on the chair and made one quick movement to push Blaine's clothes to the floor next to the bed. He turned off the light and opened the window before he crawled back to lie next to Blaine under the covers.

He curled up against him with Blaine's arm around him and the room suddenly seemed quiet in a way that should have been impossible for somewhere in the middle of New York City.

"So - that was new. For me," Kurt mumbled with fingertips strolling up and down Blaine's naked chest.

"The stripping thing? That was… wow. That was hot," Blaine said and couldn't stop grinning from the memory of Kurt singing and taking his clothes off for him. He had never been into stripping, he had found it vulgar and too explicit to his taste - but when Kurt had done it he had got incredibly hard incredibly fast.

"Yeah that too, but - I've never ridden anyone before. That was really something," he said, Blaine curling his toes and strengthening his grip around Kurt a little more.

So Kurt had been new to this as well.

Out of nowhere Kurt rose to look Blaine in the eyes, his blue a piercing beacon through the dark of the room.

"Don't ever apologize to me like that. We need to do something about your self-esteem because you keep bringing yourself down without reason. You are good, Blaine - you are such a good fuck. You are still insecure and I understand that, but damn can you… fuck me like I've never been fucked before. You fuck me like I need. I don't think I've ever come this hard before," he said, voice soft but firm and his fist lightly banging onto his chest to punctuate his words.

Blaine didn't know what to say or do about himself. That was pretty straightforward and he felt awkward, but also relieved and happy that Kurt didn't find him hopeless and worthless to have sex with. The fact that he found him so good made his brain swim and a need to kiss Kurt without ever stopping take over, so he had to force himself to stick to the conversation.

"I just wanna be good for you," he responded out of lack for words, so he found the most truthful he had.

"You are. The best sex I ever had. The only sex I will ever want," he assured him and pecked his lips before lying back down on Blaine's shoulder.

Fatigue washed in over Blaine as they returned to silence. His first impulse was to fight it off, but then he remembered that Kurt wouldn't be leaving in the morning so he felt relieved and his entire body turned heavy on the bed.

He was filled with happiness heating him up and if he hadn't been completely drained of energy he was pretty certain he would have run singing through town to express his happiness.