It wasn't the alarm or the sunlight that woke up Blaine this morning. Actually, he hadn't slept much. He had slept very light and kept waking up every now and then, mostly with an hour or so apart.

He had twisted and turned in his over and over again, he had got out of bed to get a glass of water and stroll around the dark living room or look out over Manhattan. He even went in to check up on Kurt once; he was curled up like a cat with a pillow and his nose nuzzled into... the scarf Blaine had given him.

The sight had made his insides turn over. He felt sick with himself. He couldn't help letting Denise's words echo in his head no matter how hard he tried to escape them, push them away.

"He's been gooing all over you the entire evening."

He is not gooing over me, Blaine thought as he went back to bed. But he was still unable to sleep. All he saw when he closed his eyes was long, slender limbs, pale skin and pink lips. Toned muscles, brown hair and sea green eyes. All of it was haunting him.

When the clock struck 7.30 he gave up. All of that falling asleep and waking up an hour later didn't do any good and he was exhausted but there was no point in trying when he obviously was meant to be tortured with insomnia.

He got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. He wondered when Kurt wanted to go to the airport and thought about how to act when he woke up, but nothing came to him. There was no chance in hell they would be able to avoid awkwardness and possibly screaming and shouting the next time they were faced with each other – Kurt was easy the type to scream and shout during an argument.

He sat in the kitchen with his tea and booming thoughts fighting for his attention from all sides for over an hour before he was so tired he couldn't hold his head up anymore. He wrote a note to put on the coffee table, knowing it was the coward's way out, but he had no idea what else to do.

After that he hazily went to his bed. He crawled in to hopefully be able to sleep for the rest of the damn holidays, which was the only way he could see that he could avoid his brain as it was at the moment. He wouldn't exactly say that he was infected by the spirit of the season at this point.

xXx

Kurt had been awake since around eight in the morning. He had no idea what he was doing or why he didn't just get up and got working on packing his stuff already – the sooner he could his things packed, the sooner he could get away.

But the thing was that he didn't want to get away. He liked being in New York. He hadn't seen the city at all while he had been there. All he had seen was Blaine's apartment, a restaurant, a bar and the breathtaking view over Manhattan from the apartment windows. And who knew if he would ever get a chance like that again? He wanted, needed, to feel Manhattan.

And then there was Blaine. Obsessive, nymphomanic, controlling Blaine... who had turned out to be sweet and caring, and cute.

He was frustrating and confusing. The worst bitch Kurt had met in his life. He was narcissistic and arrogant to no ends. At least that was how Kurt had seen him up until now.

He turned a little in the soft bed, clenching a little harder around the scarf that was currently serving as his pillow. It was like the smell of Blaine was everywhere. It was in the sheets, in Kurt's clothes, on his skin – even hanging in the room around him. He would deny it to his dying day, but if Blaine hadn't been so damn snarky, and undeniably needed the ice treatment after his show in the bar, Kurt would have crawled into his bed instead.

He liked the feeling of being close to Blaine. He loved their sex – god if Blaine's tongue and hands and cock didn't just take him to heaven. But over the previous morning, when Blaine had cared for his hangovers, Kurt had found that Blaine had very soft hands and he was very good at giving that comforting touch that could turn Kurt into a puddle in seconds. A comforting touch Kurt needed in the times he was feeling lonely and forgotten; times that were unbelievably often, especially over the past few months.

Blaine's caring had reminded Kurt of how Blaine had acted with his niece. The way he had been earnest and allowed himself to let loose and have fun. The way he had been smiling sincerely and not just because of his manners – that was a side of him that Kurt had expected to be non-existent... and now he was intrigued to see more to that side of Blaine.

But it didn't change what he had done. The way he had treated Kurt. The way he had reacted back in the bar; like he owned him, like Kurt was just a kid, like he was in charge over him. All of that despite the fact that it was Blaine's own rule that sex on the side was okay for both of them. Kurt remembered his reciting of the rules very clear, regardless of the situation he had gotten them in. Just the thought made chills of pleasure run through his skin.

If it had been anyone but Blaine Kurt would have pointed to jealousy. But Blaine had been very clear on his views on relationships and commitment – just like Kurt had been clear on his views on feelings. However, Kurt didn't know what to believe. He was glad that Blaine's friend had been at the bar. He didn't even want to think about what could have happened if she hadn't been there. The thought of the entire previous day and evening made a shudder run through his body. He had never felt so torn in his life.

With a heavy sigh Kurt forced himself up and went to the bathroom. It was around 10 now and he couldn't hear any sounds from the living room and the door to Blaine's bedroom was closed. He would be lying if he said that he didn't find it a little troubling – he had already figured out by now that Blaine was a morning person. Even after a night out he could call Kurt up around eight in the morning while he was on his way to the gym to arrange a meeting or fill him in on his next meeting with a stylist or a boutique owner.

As a starter Kurt thought he would go to the living room. Maybe Blaine was there but was quiet. But he wasn't. Kurt crossed the floor to have one last look at the impressive Manhattan view before he turned around to go back to the guestroom to start packing his things.

He stopped, though. On the coffee table a piece of paper was folded up, big letters saying 'Kurt', so naturally he went to pick it up. When he opened the note a hundred dollar bill fell out and Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Doll-face.

Here's money for the cab. I didn't sleep at all over the night so I went to bed this morning to get some rest. Let me know that you got home safe. I promise I will delete your number straight after. I really am sorry.

Blaine."

God. What has happened to that superficial, egocentric, bordering on psychotic douche I got to know a few months ago? He really is sorry. What if it's not just an act?

Kurt was not ready for this. He picked up the dollar bill and tugged the note a little tighter in his fist before he drew a heavy breath and went back to the guestroom and called a cab.

xXx

This time Blaine immediately knew why he had woken up. He sat up in the bed to have a better look at the boy who had knocked on the door to his bedroom while he was sleeping.

Kurt was fully dressed in coat and jacket, scarf and knee high, laced up boots. He had his suitcase in hand and looked like he had fallen from the sky or had just found himself trapped in a parallel universe – which wasn't quite unlike how Blaine felt. Only, Kurt's reaction was the one of a boy; with glassy eyes and worried lines over his forehead, his lips pressed hard together in a pained mask.

"I thought you were going home," Blaine said. A stupid comment, he knew; but what could be expected when he had just woken up from the worst sleep of his life?

"I – uhm... I was. But -" Kurt started to stammer and clenched a little tighter around his gloves. His faithful, knitted black and white striped gloves from H&M that Blaine had asked him to get rid of a million times so he could get him a new pair of a better, more exclusive brand. Yet, Kurt kept maintaining that he wasn't so obsessed with brands that he needed to go into details. But Blaine knew that if anyone was going into details about style it was Kurt, and the only detail Kurt loved about his mainstream, low-budget gloves was the fact that his dad had bought them for him.

"I don't want your stupid money," Kurt mumbled, a little sharp, and tried throwing the dollar bill from Blaine's note towards the bed. All he did was make the paper fall to the floor like a bubble on a windless day.

"Excuse me?" Blaine asked, not really sure he was actually awake enough to grasp what this conversation was going to be like.

"Blaine... I don't wanna leave -"

Kurt's voice cracked and the glass-like sensation took over his eyes and had drops rolling down his face. The sight had Blaine shifting a little in the bed. How was he supposed to take care of a crushed teenager? He couldn't even take of a crushed himself when needed was, on occasion.

"Doll-face... dammit. Come here," he said, his voice thick with sleep and concern he didn't know he had. He honestly had no idea what this was about or what Kurt was going for, or even why he would want to stay after the previous night.

Kurt released his hand from the handle of his suitcase and took a few careful steps through the room. He stopped a few feet from the bed, looking small and scared, as if he was waiting to crumple up and turn to dust on the thick rug under his boots.

"I meant; come over and sit down."

He took a few more steps and sat nervously on the side of the bed. The characteristic scent of Kurt hit Blaine straight in the nostrils and the reality of his tears made something struggle to get out of his chest.

"Listen – Kurt... you don't have to go. I know I overreacted and I... I'm sorry about that. But to be honest – I don't want you to leave," Blaine said heavily, but truthfully. He would never admit it to anyone ever, but he was relieved to say it out loud; he really had enjoyed having the boy around.

Before he could say or do anymore Kurt had flung himself into Blaine's arms. His coat was freezing through Blaine's t-shirt and the scarf nearly choked him, but Kurt's arms holding him tight were strong and warm.

"This – it doesn't work out for me. If I'm staying, if we're keeping this up, there has to be some rules. You need to get that your rules go both ways," Kurt choked out through a strangled sound as he backed away.

He sniffed and dried his tears away with the back of his free hand that wasn't holding those terrible gloves. His cheeks were pink and strained in glistening tracks from his dried up tears. Blaine got a sudden urge to try and clean his face from the tears, but didn't move an inch.

"Wanna pack that crap away and go back to bed? We can discuss those details later – I'm fucking exhausted," Blaine groaned and rubbed his hands over his itching face.

He couldn't believe how he was feeling. It was like he hadn't slept for weeks and he just needed to get some proper rest before his body would collapse.

"Oh... okay. I'm just gonna... I guess I'll see you later then," Kurt said awkwardly and got to his feet.

He went to his suitcase and started to head down the hall, but Blaine hurried to get up and snatch the suitcase handle out of his hand. Kurt stared at him with blooming confusion taking over his delicate features.

"I was thinking... you could come to my bed. If you want," Blaine suggested weakly, hoping he wasn't crossing any boundaries considering that Kurt had been on his way out of his life only some few minutes ago, and he wouldn't exactly blame him if he didn't feel like spending quality time with him at the moment.

To his surprise Kurt's eyes squinted and he looked suspicious.

"This is not for sex – I am way too tired for that. I just figured... your bed must be freezing now. Mine's already warm," Blaine shrugged nonchalantly, a crooked smile trying to break through his fatigue.

It was a short moment before Kurt eased up his narrowed eyebrows and his face returned to his usual soft and clean look. He worried his lower lip a little between his teeth and nodded vaguely before he slowly walked back to Blaine's bedroom. Blaine followed and let the suitcase stand against the wall by the door and Kurt let his coat and scarf hang over the handle.

Blaine climbed back into bed where he coiled up and watched Kurt delicately peel off his many layers of clothes and fold them to make a little stack on top of the suitcase, his boots standing neatly at the side, nearly making it look like it belonged.

With nervous but steady movements, like a jungle cat considering a prey, Kurt started crawling over the bed and let Blaine fold the duvet around him, his arm pulling Kurt closer. The feeling so entirely unfamiliar for both of them, making the situation awkward and stiff.

Kurt's body was warm and for a second Blaine thought about getting rid of his own t-shirt and pajama bottoms, but thought that it probably wouldn't be the best idea for the current moment.

"I thought you didn't want me sleeping in your bed," Kurt said and moved a little closer into Blaine's embrace, making his back so tight against Blaine's chest that their breathing adjusted to each other for the sole purpose of avoiding pain when their chest expanded from taking in oxygen.

"Shhhh. Don't worry about that now, baby -" Blaine cooed and pressed his lips against Kurt's neck.

A little rush ran through Blaine as he felt Kurt's cold fingers gently creep in between Blaine's, clenching his hand where it was rested against Kurt's chest, and he couldn't help noticing how calming the feeling of his heartbeat was – he could nearly hear the pumping trying to lull him to sleep.

xXx

It was late afternoon when they woke up. The clock on Blaine's nightstand told him that the time had turned 4.43 when he raised his head to have a look over Kurt's head that was blocking his view with dark locks and blond highlights lolled into his eyes.

Kurt's hands had somehow found their way under his shirt during the day while they had been asleep. His left arm was folded around his waist with his hand palmed against his spine, his right arm resting against his ribs and his knuckles relaxed lying against his chest, with Blaine's nipple digging into Kurt's wrist.

His lips were glistening moist and slightly parted so his breath was hushing against Blaine's cheek. To his surprise he didn't even need time to adjust to the feeling of another body heating up his bed, and the slight movements of Kurt nuzzling his nose closer into Blaine's cheek, his fingers trying to unfold and then curl up again against his chest gave him an urge to protect the creature nestling in his arms.

"Mhm, hey -" Kurt murmured with his lips ghosting over Blaine's face, flaming and luckily clean-shaven.

"Hey, doll-face. Have a nice sleep?" He asked and backed a little away to let Kurt have space for breathing, but he only followed Blaine's motion leaving him pressed back against his face.

"It was nice," he said, a sense of uncertainty filling him.

"Good. I think it was nice, too -"

They stayed quiet, their breathing almost gone in the sound from the December wind howling outside the skylight window in the ceiling over the bed, but Blaine still had the sense that he could hear Kurt's heartbeat through the feeling of it beating against his own chest now.

"I think you're really beautiful when you sleep. It's the only time I've ever seen you look... untroubled," Kurt whispered. His eyes were closed, eyelids as milky white as the skin on the rest of his body, but they were shiny and giving a sense that if one was to kiss them, they would feel the moist from his eyes protected under the frail covers.

"I always think you're really beautiful," Blaine whispered back and before he could stop himself his lips were pressed against Kurt's forehead.

He had simply needed to feel his skin on his lips. So clean and flawless, only occupied by vague freckles and rosy spots from the blood rushing in his veins and filling his muscles.

It was stupid and completely idiotic. It was reckless and could potentially ruin what they had built, what he had broken down and then eventually they had saved it only a few hours ago – but he couldn't help himself, because it was a mocking to his brain, dick and lips that Kurt was lying so close to him and was warm and comfortable with nothing but skin and gorgeous muscles to respond to his own clothes body.

But Blaine moved his head down and caught Kurt's lips on his own. It took a second before Kurt grasped the prospect of what just happened, but as soon as he did he pressed back, his lips moving determinedly and needy.

It didn't take long before Kurt was slipping the tip of his tongue over Blaine's lower lip, so Blaine let hot breath and strong muscle enter his mouth to meet his own tongue. He couldn't remember when it was the last time he had kissed anyone, but suddenly it occurred to him that the last time it had also been Kurt; since he met Kurt all other making out had been in the form of lips on skin, never lips on lips – and he didn't regret it.

He didn't know what it meant, but he did know that he wasn't planning on letting thoughts and worries take over his head and ruin the moment for him, so he let his hand run into Kurt's hair and pressed his face closer.

Kurt slowly let his hand on Blaine's back press Blaine closer to his own chest, Kurt's arm was now trapped between them with the heel of his hand digging into Blaine's ribs, his fingers digging into his chest, moving fumbling up and down like he was grasping for more without being able to get a hold of anything.

Before Blaine could get a hold of the situation Kurt had started pulling Blaine's t-shirt up on his back, awkwardly trying to get it off him so Blaine backed away to quickly do the job for him. The second the fabric was off and Kurt dragged him back close it was a relief to feel Kurt's naked skin against his own; hot and smooth, with taut nipples and sculpted muscles.

"I just... need to feel you," Kurt gasped into his mouth as he started working on the string of Blaine's pajama pants, taking him completely off guard.

Surely he couldn't deny the boy his need, so he rushed to get his pants off as well. The second he was in nothing but his underwear Kurt hungrily kissed his mouth and down his neck. He had his one knee twisted in between Blaine's and his breathing had risen along with his heart-pace.

If Blaine said that he wasn't turned on no one would ever believe him since his cock was hard as rock and Kurt definitely knew, because he kept pressing his crotch against Blaine's. He needed to feel and touch and taste, but this time it would be different; he wasn't going to do anything unless Kurt opened for it himself. He was going to let Kurt take full control and let everything be at his speed.

The covers were steaming hot and it would be a miracle if they weren't soaked in sweat soon. The howling of the New York wind was screaming over their heads and the promised rain was slowly starting to drum on the window in the ceiling, mixing with sounds of kisses and panting.

"Kurt, it's okay – we don't have to... do anything. You can be in my bed without spreading your legs," Blaine said with forced steady voice and his hands cupping Kurt's cheeks as he pulled his head up from where he had been kissing down Blaine's neck.

"I know. That's the point," Kurt smiled. A grin lit up his face and he brushed his nose against Blaine's. Kisses were showered over Blaine's face, his mouth filled with sweet breath and soft tongue caressing him and along with the way Kurt was gently running his fingers around his torso he started feeling cared for rather than simply desired.

"I think it's time for me to teach you some things," Kurt whispered softly and in a second he was gone, under the duvet, his lips ghosting around Blaine's collarbone, over his chest and down his ribs – as his fingers hooked the waistband of his underwear and started pulling them down.

"What are you doing down there?" Blaine chuckled and lifted the covers to get a look at Kurt. The moment his voice was filling the closed, hot space Kurt moved his head up rest his chin on Blaine's belly with his eyes screaming blue up at him from the dark, reminding him of the first night they had met in F&F where it had struck him how intense his eyes were compared to everyone else who had muddy and lifeless eyes in the bad lighting.

"I'm showing you that it's possible to enjoy each others, and your own, body while naked without it having to be about sex," Kurt revealed with stars playing around his corneas before returning to his quest of kissing around Blaine's torso.

His fingers drifted into Kurt's hair, and he couldn't really agree with himself if it it was because Kurt's hair was particularly soft today, or if his hair always had felt like that but it was Blaine who had simply been too busy with other things to notice. All he knew was that it was so soft and smooth that he didn't want to let go.

As Blaine's underwear joined the rest of his clothes on the floor next to the bed Kurt kissed his bellybutton before he moved a little up to rest his head on Blaine's chest, his ear perfectly placed at his sternum and Blaine had the feeling that he was listening to his heart.

Kurt's muscles eased up and he relaxed. His hand was brushing from his knee, up his thigh, over his hip, caressing his ribs and down again. It was a terrible battle for Blaine to not rut his pelvis up, rubbing his erection against Kurt's chest, but the sweetness of Kurt's touch held him back. He didn't want it to stop, and he knew that if he was to step out of line now it could all be over in a heartbeat.

"Did you ever fuck anyone bare?" Kurt asked as he curled his hand up against Blaine's chest.

He was lying half on top of Blaine, his head still resting on his chest and his leg swung in over Blaine's, letting his foot and calf in between Blaine's two legs. By now Blaine had let his one hand caress over Kurt's arm and the other running soothingly up and down his back. He could feel Kurt's warm, moist pussy against his underwear, pressed and hungry against his thigh – he wanted it, he needed it. He was struggling to not just claim him, but he kept himself back. For Kurt.

"No!" Blaine burst out, staring at Kurt like he was insane, but when all he saw was the crown of Kurt's head with his dark brown locks, soft and full, and the way his own hand was running over his naked arm, so pale and innocent, he caved.

"Once. It was my first time. It was more – he fucked me," Blaine admitted, the memory something he had to dig up from deep hiding he had locked away somewhere he thought it was safe to never see the light of day again.

"What was it like? Your first time?" Kurt asked, not sounding curious, merely interested.

Blaine had never told anything about his first time before. He had kept it to himself and pushed it away the way that should be. It was ridiculous and as failed as any teenager's first time should be.

"I'm not telling you about my first fuck," he snapped, but then Kurt looked up at him with those stupid, big blue eyes and all he could think was: It can't hurt.

"I was 13. There was this hot guy in the school I had been enrolled in since forever. A fancy boy's boarding school. No one knew he was gay, but I could... you know, sense it. Gaydar, or whatever. There was this annual event of the upcoming freshmen spending the night at the school with some of the older students. Like a frat thing where they put us through different shit to see who of us they wanted in their fancy clubs and shits. Rich kids, you know -" He explained, and he could clearly remember the night it all had happened.

"What happened?" Kurt asked, nearly inaudible, but with the feel of someone expecting the worst of a story they already know is going to end bad.

"While everyone else was getting drunk I was already drunk. So was he. He told me he liked me, I fell for it and he fucked me in his room. From behind. Rough and hard. When I said that it hurt he told me to shut up so no one would find us. When he was done with me he told me that I should go down and he would come down after so no one would notice – he did come down, alright; with his arm around one of the chicks from the sister school that had snuck into the party," Blaine told and drew a heavy breath.

He couldn't quite figure out if he was surprised that he remembered it all so clearly or if he was surprised he had been able to keep it locked up for so long. In the end it didn't matter because he really didn't care. But he could feel the change in Kurt, he could feel that he was pitying him and he was not putting up with that.

"What was your first time like?" He asked, determined to change the subject.

"Are you serious? You were there, remember? You know how my first time was like," Kurt exclaimed and clasped his hand flat down on the naked chest under him. He stared up on Blaine like he had expected him to lose his mind and now he had finally cracked. It wouldn't exactly come as a shock if that was how Kurt was feeling.

"No. I know how your first time was like for me – not how it was for you. Since we're overly open and hippie sharing-like you owe me your story, so get to it -" Blaine maintained.

What happened then Blaine couldn't have been prepared for even if he had been in possession of a bit more knowledge of the human mind.

Kurt curled back down under the covers and fumbled around for a few moments before he carefully slid up Blaine's body, like a mermaid sliding through water. He was now lying completely on top of the man. His hips were raised to not press down and hurt his still semi-hard dick, but he was resting on his forearms so he could keep eyecontact.

Blaine could feel the warmth oozing from his pussy, over his cock that was back to full attention and the throbbing returning with the double pace as before.

"It was right after my 16th birthday. Only a few days after, actually -" Kurt started but Blaine interrupted.

"I know that. That's not what I meant," he frowned dissatisfied.

"This is my story. Did you wanna hear it or not?" Kurt reprimanded and Blaine nodded in agreement. Then he waited.

"Alright. So it was right after my 16th birthday. My friends school thought they were funny when they dragged me to a gay bar, even though they know I have no interest in those things. It was all just a lame excuse for them to go feel cool and grown up for a night. Anyway, I was at the bar watching them writhe their bodies to the horrible tunes while the bartender was cute and keeping an eye on me – when a guy, a man, came over to me. And talked to me. And even though I kept telling him I wasn't interested he kept going; I was lying of course. I told him he wouldn't be interested in me... but when he kissed me I couldn't lie anymore. So I left, and he followed. And I told him my secret, and he still wanted me. No one had wanted me before. Not even when no one knows my secret. But he did – so I went home with him," Kurt explained, blushing slightly, like he had been telling the story to a complete stranger.

"What happened next? Did he treat you good?" Blaine played along and let his hands drift up Kurt's muscular thighs. Sometimes he wondered if the kid was made of steel considering how firm and strong his entire body was.

"I was scared. So scared. When we came to his place I wondered if he would rape me if I didn't sleep with him. But he didn't... he took care of me. He was sweet and gentle... until we got our clothes off. Then I was even more scared than I was before. I had never had anyone so close to my genitals before – I hardly ever was so close to my genitals," he said and this time his entire face flushed, embarrassment shining from his entire body.

"Did he... hurt you?" Blaine asked, pretending that he was still playing along, but this time he actually wanted to know. He had never considered how Kurt's experience of their first night together was, and now that he heard him talk about it he was feeling slightly creepy.

"He did," Kurt whispered and caught his lower lip between his teeth as his eyes quickly darted to anywhere but where there was a chance of Blaine catching them.

"Oh... Doll-face... I am so sorry. I didn't know," Blaine apologized and squeezed around his hips, now feeling his touch violating and intruding, but his hands were like burned onto Kurt's skin.

"Let me finish. Please -" he requested and returned his gaze to Blaine's face. His eyes were moist and his lip was a little darker than his upper lip where he had bit down on it.

"He hurt me. And I was terrified. I was afraid to say or do all the wrong things, I was afraid to make him angry so he would hurt me even more, I was afraid because I had been stupid enough to go home with a total stranger I had never even seen before in my life..."

He paused and drew a heavy breath, seeming as if he was turning his words carefully over in his brain before letting them reach his mouth so he could slip them off his tongue with the correct finesse.

"But he only hurt me because he had to. No matter who it had been it would have hurt because it was the first time, and I was so tensed... the difference was that he pushed me through it to get to the other side where I – felt good. With him it was the first time I felt like anyone actually wanted me, it was the first time that I didn't feel like a freak of nature. And even though he didn't want me to know he cared, I could feel that he did, and he was sweet," Kurt ended his story softly, a slight smile matching his voice perfectly.

For once in his life Blaine was speechless. A broad smile had taken over his face without him even noticing it as he had listened to Kurt tell him about how his first time had been, about how a guy had done his best to get the worst part over so he could feel good, about how a guy had played tough but secretly cared for him – about how Kurt had seen and felt him.

"I can't really imagine my first time being better any other way, Blaine. If I hadn't been scared I would have been nuts, and if it hadn't hurt the guy would honestly have been disappointing. You were a real bitch, but that's just who you are..." Kurt said, this time more relaxed and back to his natural self.

Confidence and speech was back, so Blaine figured he would take advantage of that. He let his hands slide a bit down Kurt's thighs before letting them back up to cup the globes of his ass for a brief second and then back to his hips like nothing had happened.

"So... this guy – did he have a big dick?" He asked with a smirk, gloating a little in the joy of Kurt's cheeks returning to a deep pink.

And once again it was like Kurt changed. He leaned down on his arms so his face was so close to Blaine's that their breathing was the same and their eyes were deeply locked.

"Oh, honey – his dick was huge. I felt like my cunt was gonna split right open when he pushed into me," Kurt moaned as he made his open lips down onto Blaine's.

The very second their lips met Kurt had pressed his hips down and his pussy lips were puffy and warm on his cock. He could feel how wet Kurt was as he slowly moved his hips back and forth to make sure Blaine's cock found its way between his folds.

"I really have a bad influence on you," Blaine stammered, his dick twitching and leaking, the pre-come mixing with Kurt's wetness over his erection.

"Mhm, you do. Very bad," Kurt grinned and leaned down to kiss him, but Blaine grabbed his hips and flipped them over to lie on the side. Kurt burst out in a little squeal followed by a giggle before he let his tongue find its way into Blaine's mouth.

Blaine pressed his body against Kurt's, his shaft still folded in warm, wet skin. They were both breathing heavily and Kurt's hand started drifting from Blaine's hip and down to his ass. He was pretty sure his pulse was going crazy and his entire body felt like it was boiling.

"Blaine... I want you," Kurt begged, his voice muffled against Blaine's mouth. He let his arms slide around Blaine's neck so he could run his one hand down between his shoulder blades and the other into his hair.

It was difficult to say what, but for some reason Kurt felt different. It was like he was warmer and softer than usual, there was a need to him rather than the usual want he possessed when they were in bed together. His touch oozed of a craving and not a lust – it was addictive and contagious.

It only took a breath for Blaine to have Kurt on his back so Blaine could move between his legs, Kurt's arms still around his neck, and his legs instantly bending to slide his calves up and down Blaine's thighs.

With a hand down Kurt's own strong thigh Blaine had his legs quickly spread a little more. He raised his hips and instinctively had his cock exactly where he wanted it.

"Kurt, tell me beautiful – you really haven't done anything with anyone but me?" Blaine asked in a husky voice as he kissed down Kurt's neck.

"No. No, Blaine – I only want you. Please just... I need you so much," Kurt responded and started reaching for the drawer in the nightstand to grasp for a condom, but Blaine grabbed his hand as he closed it around the handle, stopping him mid-motion.

"Do you trust me?" He continued, sucking on Kurt's pulse point with the desperation building in the boy trapped under his body.

"Yes. Of course I do. I -"

"I trust you," Blaine smiled and returned to his mouth.

In one smooth movement Blaine felt his dick slide through Kurt's juices and into his slick hole. Kurt huffed a mouthful of air into his mouth, but quickly started clenching as he lifted his legs to rest his heels on Blaine's ass.

"Please," Kurt mumbled and let his head go heavier down in the pillow under him, and Blaine arched his neck a little to get used to the feeling of being inside of Kurt without anything between them.

Right now all he could feel was the tight heat of Kurt's insides, the wetness he felt wasn't from the latex of a condom, but Kurt's own, natural lubricant. He was sure that he wasn't going to last long but it didn't matter.

He let his one arm slide under Kurt's neck to cup the back of his head, willing him closer for a deeper kiss, while he made his other hand down to cup around his ass, making sure to keep their bodies close together.

When he slowly moved his hips up, the feeling of his cock dragging out through Kurt's inner walls made his brain fog. The flesh was warmer and was hugging his dick closer than he had ever felt, the sensation intense and overwhelming.

Even though Kurt was enveloping him with his arms and legs tightly around Blaine's body, moaning and breathing heavily, Blaine couldn't get himself to stop kissing him and Kurt didn't stop it. Their lips were slick with saliva and swollen from the compression between their mouths but it only made it all more real, better.

Blaine worked up a slow pace. Kurt pressed his hips longer down the mattress so he could hit him better, right. The cock of his head was grazing over the one spot he knew made Kurt crazy and his pelvis was rubbing over his clit with every movement.

"Blaine... please. More – don't stop," Kurt pleaded and rested his cheek against Blaine's.

Kurt's face was just as much on fire as Blaine's own was, his entire body feeling like it was in flames. The skin of Kurt's entire body was hot as a stove and he just had to get him closer. He felt like he was possessed, never having felt that way before but he didn't want it to stop because Kurt reciprocated his possessed need.

Their hair was moist from sweat. Kurt was panting and whimpering directly into his ear, and it was like his arms were melted together around Blaine's body, their grip tightly locked like he was planning on never letting go.

"Kurt... god, Kurt – you feel so... good. Oh god, so good -" he heard himself pant.

He took a little firmer grip around Kurt's ass, his palm and Kurt's skin now so sweaty that they were practically sliding against each other. For a brief second he nearly considered holding still, stop moving completely and do nothing but kiss the boy in his arms to allow himself to savor the moment.

He angled his hips slightly, thrust his hips a little harder to make his dick go deeper into Kurt, an action that was rewarded with weak whimpers of "oh god, Blaine, yes yes, baby."

After a few more thrusts at that angle Kurt's strong pussy walls started to squeeze around his cock. Kurt's panting rose along with his weak whines into Blaine's ear. His thighs clenched around Blaine's hips and his heels dug into his ass to make Blaine's dick go harder into him and naturally he complied.

"Oh shit. Blaine!" Kurt burst out.

Blaine could feel that he was close himself, so goddamn close, so he turned his face to catch Kurt's mouth again. The way that Kurt's tongue swirled around his own and the way Kurt's nails were digging into Blaine's back he was sure he was going to lose it.

It was like his cunt wouldn't let go. Even after he already had come he didn't loosen up, and he was tightening so hard that Blaine nearly couldn't move his dick in and out of him. His balls were pulsing and his skin was feeling like it was stretched too far.

"Come inside me. Do it, Blaine -" Kurt begged, his voice nearly soft and innocent as he ran his fingers through Blaine's sweaty curls before returning to his mouth, unable to stay apart for more than a few seconds at a time, hungry for each other.

And he gave in. Let the screaming in the pit of his stomach free to allow the fire filling his crotch with pulsing sac and come pumping through his shaft to explode directly into Kurt's pussy, making Kurt whine into his mouth as his thighs started trembling and squeezing again. Blaine growled Kurt's name into his mouth, their foreheads pressed so hard together that his skull would hurt if he hadn't been so focused on Kurt keeping him inside and his hips stuttering of their own.

His biceps couldn't take anymore and he had to let his hand out from under Kurt's head so he could fall heavily down on top of Kurt whose limbs were still curled around him. He could feel Kurt's face pressed against his cheek, the back of his nose nearly painful against Blaine's cheekbone but he didn't want him to move.

Blaine awkwardly lifted himself as high as he could on his palms. With still closed eyes he grabbed around Kurt's one ankle to unlock them from each other so he could drag himself out with a silent "fuck" under his breath and Kurt trying hold back a whimper but it still escaped and made him sound more fragile than ever.

He could feel the mix of his come and Kurt's juices slick and sticky down his softening penis, sticking against his thigh as he dropped down on the bed next to Kurt so he could grasp his breath and hope for the light spots on the inside of his closed eyelids to go away.

It was hard to tell if it was sleep, a shower or food he needed the most at the moment, all he knew was that he couldn't even move. His muscles were sore and he was positive that his bones were aching. He could still feel the ghost of Kurt's sex around his penis and he wasn't sure if he never wanted the feeling to go away or he needed it to be gone right away.

When he finally dared to let his eyes open he was met by a pair of strong azure orbs filling his sight. They weren't staring, merely observing, as if fascinated and in the wait for a surprise he already knew was on its way.

"Hey," Kurt whispered quietly.

He had moved to let his hand under the pillow, making himself comfortable. His entire face was pink, his cheeks a darker shade and his lips a strong, swollen rosy. Once again, only now stronger than ever, it kicked Blaine off his feet the way Kurt could go from being sexy and hot directly to innocent and pure.

"Hey," Blaine mumbled back, his voice rasp and dark.

What else was he supposed to say? Or do? He had never been in that situation before; never shared intimate sex, it had always been hard straight-on fucking. Wasn't this the moment where people shared their love for one another and praised their luck for being together?

He sure felt lucky for having met Kurt – but he didn't love him. So what was he supposed to do?

"That was... intense," Kurt said.

They were both silent. It wasn't until now that Blaine had noticed that the wind wasn't roaring outside the window anymore. It was as silent as it was inside the room.

"So – what do we do now?" Kurt asked and closed his eyes. He bit down on his lower lip and drew a worried breath. The innocence was replaced by concern, maybe a little fear, but of what he honestly was too worn out to tell.

He didn't really know what he was doing, but somehow he got his hand up between them to catch his chin between his thumb and index finger. Kurt opened his eyes, and either Blaine was more drained of energy than he thought or Kurt's eyes were a little moist as he looked back at Blaine under long eyelashes.

"First of all; you stop worrying. Second of all; we go shower, because we stink. And then we go out for dinner, because I am starving. That is if you still wanna stay here, of course -" he said and watched the little light in Kurt's eyes light up.

"That sounds good. I wanna do that," Kurt said nervously and nodded.

So they got up and went to the bathroom. They took a quick shower together where Kurt surprisingly started to massage Blaine's back lightly as he smeared the soap around his skin. Blaine didn't know what else to do than to smile at him in return for his caring gesture and brushed away a splash of soap on Kurt's cheek.

They didn't talk. Not even as they came back to Blaine's bedroom. Blaine opened his closet and found out a pair of boxers, but Kurt stayed in front of his suitcase with a big towel wrapped around his entire body. When Blaine turned around to look at him he did a little shake of his head, like he had been having an inner debate with himself, and step forward to remove his jacket and clothes. He grabbed his suitcase and started walking towards the hall.

"Kurt – I was thinking... if you want you can stay in here," Blaine offered and shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked, confusion filling his features.

"I mean; you don't have to stay in the guestroom. If you want to you can stay in my room until we go home," he explained, unsure why he felt like this was even a good idea.

He wasn't prepared for Kurt being right in front of him and pressing his lips against Blaine's own. When he backed away he was smiling and his eyes were glistening.

"Thank you. I wanna do that. If you're sure -"

"I am sure. If I wasn't I wouldn't have asked you," Blaine said and opened the other door to his closet so he could go through his shirts and suits to find something to wear when his hand was stopped by Kurt's on his wrist.

"How about you don't wear a fancy suit for once?"

"If I don't wear a suit then what would I wear?" It was Blaine's time to be confused. He couldn't exactly go out for dinner wearing only his coat and his underwear. Or his pajamas.

"If you put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, I do the same... and we can order food to come to us. You know, Blaine, not everything has to be extraordinarily extravagant. Pizza and sweatpants on the couch can be nice once in a while. When was the last time you tried that?" Kurt smiled and Blaine wouldn't be surprised if he rolled his eyes at him.

"You are such a teenager -" He burst out.

"Yeah. And you are such a prude. Come on. Let's order something to eat, change the sheets and eat while we watch some bad TV," Kurt responded.

He was on his knees and opened the suitcase. He quickly went through his clothes and had a pair of dark blue pajama bottoms out and a t-shirt decorated with a print of a Alexander McQueen himself. He pulled it on and closed his suitcase to put it back against the wall. He crossed his arms and stared at Blaine with waiting.

"Alright. Alright – but if I'm gaining 10 pounds I will blame you," Blaine grunted, but let the corners of his mouth run up as he turned to found some clean sheets he could throw in Blaine's face.

"I think what we just did takes the top off. If not we can always work it off later," Kurt laughed and started fixing the bed while Blaine found a pair of gray sweats and a navy blouse before he helped Kurt finishing up.

They agreed to order Chinese food and Blaine convinced Kurt to drink one of his all-green-smoothies before having any of the "heart-attack-food".

As soon as their food arrived they went to the living room to fill the coffee table in take-out-boxes. They turned on the TV but didn't really pay attention to it. Blaine showed Kurt how to eat with chopsticks and after a few desperate attempts he mastered the art well enough to throw half of his noodles onto Blaine's plate.

Blaine took a moment and realized that he couldn't remember when it was the last time he had enjoyed himself this much. They were laughing and kidding around with each other. As Kurt was absorbed in making sure he didn't drop his food Blaine couldn't stop staring at him and simply admiring the view.

"What are you looking at? I am not that bad at it," Kurt laughed and threw a piece of carrot to Blaine's plate before he stuck out his tongue at him.

"You're getting there. I just – came to think that this is really nice," Blaine shrugged and was happy to see Kurt's lips form a grin.

He didn't even mind as Kurt moved closer to let his lips onto Blaine's.

The deal was no kissing. He had broken the rule first himself, he knew that. But did one step out of line mean for the rule to be non-existent? Did it mean that he should change the rules now?

Because it was only people who was in a relationship that kissed regularly. Kisses were small symbols of affection, promises of love being there or growing – but there wasn't any love between him and Kurt. It was sex... and two guys hanging out and enjoying each other's company.

That really was all it was. And Kurt was cool with that. Or he wouldn't be there.