It was a pretty standard day at the Hummel-house. The day had been spent with the kids at the park and after that they had taken them to lunch at a café. Nothing was more satisfying than watching the kids tumble around and indulge in their childish games.

The proud parents, Kurt and Marley Hummel, had welcomed the chance to catch up on each others work-life and what was going on around them. Marley told about the recent news from her side of the family, about how things were going at the flower shop she owned and her newest gossip from her friends. Kurt told about the newest updates from work and that his dad had invited them for dinner the following day.

All in all a typical Saturday spent in the Hummel-family.

Now Kurt had finished his shower and was pulling on his undershirt. He dragged on his dark brown slacks with the neat folds and buttoned up the blue shirt Marley had ironed for him while he was in the shower. He ended it all with a tie a few shades darker than the shirt, and black patent leather oxfords.

"I don't think it'll be too late tonight. If we're having dinner with my dad and Carole tomorrow I don't wanna be sleepy and boring," Kurt said as Marley came over to hand him his cufflinks.

"If I know Sam right you probably won't be home until tomorrow morning. But that's fine. Have fun. He'll only have one bachelor-party – hopefully," she assured him with a chuckle. She straightened his shirt and handed him his blazer before taking a step back to take in the view of her husband dressed up to the nines.

"That's true. Anyway – I am notplanningon staying out late," Kurt grinned at her.

At that he felt a tugging on his pants and looked down to find his son, 3 year old Milo, sending him huge eyes, begging to be picked up. With a smile he picked up the grinning boy who drummed his small hands against his dad's chest. Kurt placed a wet kiss on the boy's forehead and they all headed down the stairs for the living room where their 5 year old daughter, Lily, was drawing by the dining room table.

"Are you leaving now, daddy?" She asked, her head shooting up from the drawing she had colored in with her crayons.

"I sure am. Now, you be nice to mom while I'm gone, right?" He said with a feigned warning in his voice, strengthening his grip on the boy in his arms.

"If she's nice to us!" Lily declared, making Marley stick out her tongue at the girl in response.

"I better leave now. I'm meeting the guys at the restaurant, and I think we'll go to a club after or something, so if I don't answer my phone it's because I don't hear. I don't know his best man so I have no idea what this guy is planning for us," Kurt said, reaching out Milo for Marley to take over.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it. I'm a big, strong woman – I can tie my own shoes," Marley objected and rolled her eyes teasingly at him, clutching the boy to her.

"Alright. Alright – I'm out of here. Have fun, honey -" Kurt smiled and leaned in to put a peck to his wife's lips.

"I want you home in one piece. If Puck tries talking you into something tell him I'll kick his ass," she threatened and pulled him in for another kiss.

"I will."

"Now go. Love you, babe -" she grinned.

"Love you too," Kurt responded and kissed Milo's cheek before walking to the girl at the table.

"And I love you," he declared and accepted her pouting for a kiss too.

"Bye, dad."

xXx

The restaurant was a fancy place on Manhattan. Kurt parked his car in the parking house at his work and took a cab from there. He knew that he was probably going to drink and his car would be safe at the parking house of his office building. When he arrived the party was almost full-numbered so he hugged those he knew and shook hands to present himself to those he didn't already know.

The groom to be was Sam Evans, a guy Kurt had known since high school. They were a few guys from school who still kept in touch, and considering Kurt and his brother, Finn, had the same circle of friends it wasn't hard to keep up. They met up regularly for dinners and parties, and their wives were good friends as well – Marley had even been the one to throw Sam's fiancé's bridal shower the weekend before.

Dinner was nice. They talked and joked, telling Sam about what he was headed for in marriage. The only single guy left at the table was Sam's best man. A nice young man Sam had known since he was 13. They had been best friends, even through Sam's family's financial crisis where Sam had to transfer from a fancy private school to the public school Kurt and his brother were in.

A lot of wine was drunk, and it was probably for the best that the best man had secured a closed room in the restaurant for their party since they were loud and not holding back with cheers after speeches and stories.

It was always a lot of fun to hang out with the guys. Puck had a motorcycle shop and gladly shared his stories about the different kinds of people coming there. Finn was a gym teacher in grade school and coached 10-14 year olds in football on the side. Yet, Kurt loved Sam's work-stories the most.

When they were in college Sam had created his own comic book about a dorky kid saving the world with his guitar. They had a lot of fun about it, but one day he declared that it had been picked up and was put into production. The comic turned into a huge hit and now he lived off creating new albums in the series and dubbing the TV-series for Cartoon Network. His free time was spent on reading stories to sick kids in hospitals, using the voice of his superhero. He always had a touching story about the kids from the hospital and it warmed Kurt's heart to hear that he was able to bring some sunlight into their lives. He couldn't stand the thought that maybe one day one of his own kids could end up there.

After they had been done eating for a while the party was broken up. They were changing scenes to a club nearby. Apparently the best man had some pretty good connections, so the guys crammed together in cabs and headed further down Manhattan. Kurt took the chance to send an info text to Marley about the change of the evening and promised to let her know how much longer he expected to stay.

The club was a dark place with loud music. They had a VIP area at the back, a small group of couches in a shielded corner. The table was covered in champagne and beers. The furniture was extravagant and Sam jokingly asked his best man who he had to sleep with to arrange it all.

As Kurt found a seat he could feel the wine from the restaurant make everything swim a little, so he reminded himself to hold again on the booze and stick to soda for a little while. It had been a long time since he had been to a club. With his work as journalist at a men's fashion magazine he often attended fancy parties, but never went to clubs this way. It was always just a few drinks and staying sober enough to lead intellectual conversations.

The guys quickly had the beers popped and talks about sports going. Kurt had never been much into sports so he settled for listening and trying to keep up. After a little while he fell into a conversation with their friend Artie about his birthday party he was throwing soon. Sam's best man joined them as the conversation drifted onwards. He was a great conversationalist who knew his way around words. Kurt also noticed he was good at making eye contact, often locking Kurt's with his own chocolate brown orbs.

The talk quickly turned down the road of high school stories and parties of their youth. The guys Kurt didn't already know were people Sam went to school with or people he knew through work. They were all really nice and fun, they had a good sense of humor and seemed like they knew how to party. It only lasted half an hour before Sam's best man had talked Kurt into having another drink, and yet one more. Soon he had stopped counting. The guy was doing a good job in convincing Kurt that he needed more drinks, not too shy to put a hand to Kurt's wrist or arm once in a while.

Kurt hadn't caught his name, but the guy seemed nice. He knew how to fix a drink and he was easy to be around. Even while Kurt was talking to some of the other guys at the party he noticed the guy shooting him glances; like they were having some inside joke that Kurt had forgot about, or like the guy wanted to tell him something but didn't know how to say. Kurt had to admit that he enjoyed watching the guy – when he danced around or talked to others. He was wearing a really good suit and there was something about the way he smiled that kept Kurt returning his gaze to him when he heard him laugh.

They had open bar, which was something that didn't need telling twice to the company Kurt was in. It wouldn't be the first time they had managed to empty a few kegs of beer on a night. At their local bar they were famous for their drinking contests. Puck, Sam and Artie had often beaten young guys who thought they knew how to drink, killed the record of the bar a few times and had quite a few drunk-photos on the wall. Proudly so.

The clock had snuck itself to a little after midnight. Kurt was swaying in his seat, in the middle of a discussion of Sam's upcoming honeymoon. He and his wife-to-be, Anna Maria, had planned to drive across America on a pair of motorcycles Puck had fixed up for them.

Anna Maria was a cool girl. She was studying medicine and was an intern in the hospital where Sam went to read to the sick children. She was young and gorgeous, with light brown hair and big blue eyes. Her body was breathtaking and she had easily fallen into the category of being 'one of the guys'. She was originally from the Faroe Islands which made her tougher than most guys and she could drink whiskey like a pirate, yet she still managed to be petite and feminine, best friend to all the girls as well.

Kurt had just promised himself that he should take it easy for a little while and to avoid breaking any limbs he should stay seated in the corner of their closed off area. However, that wasn't how it went as Sam suddenly stumbled to his feet and broke into a scream sounding like a mating call from a superhero-movie.

"Guys! Dance floor – now!" He declared, pushing the plastic crown back to the middle of his head and let a pointy index finger around the half-circle they were sitting in.

Everyone jumped to their feet, excited to obey the word of the King Of The Night. They tumbled towards the dance floor, ready to take over the club in a way they were sure would lay down the house. Kurt nervously shot a glance to the best man sitting next to him. The guy grinned broadly at him, squeezed his thigh and got to his feet with an excited cheer ending in a heartfelt laugh.

"Come on, Kurt – you're not getting out! I make the calls tonight!" Sam declared, and of course he was right, so Kurt accepted his hand and followed the group to the dance floor.

The song playing was some tune Kurt was sure he had heard on the radio before. The bass was pounding and he could feel it in his throat. The group clogged up in the middle of the dance floor, taking over the circle of linoleum where young girls in tight, tiny skirts were writhing with preppy guys rubbing against them.

The party looked like they had a competition of who was the worst dancer of them all. It didn't take much for them to be the center of attention of the entire club and they all started showing off their worst moves to much laughter from everyone.

As the tunes drifted together the guys spread around the floor. Some went for the bar, while others continued dancing with strangers or each other. Kurt wasn't sure how, but in his alcoholic state he had bewildered himself to the middle of a bunch of strangers with no other familiar face around but Sam's best man. The guy sure knew how to throw a party.

Kurt wasn't paying much attention to the way he was dancing. He was just swaying his hips and moving his feet as he felt the music led him. The bass had taken over his pulse, his eyes a haze as the guy in front of him smiled that bright smile it seemed like he had reserved for Kurt only all night. It was then Kurt noticed that the nice suit guy was wearing was a great purple with a bottle-green tie. Not that Kurt knew why he was paying attention to that.

The guy was moving around like he never did anything but dance in clubs and as Kurt met his eyes the man's face cracked in a grin. It was impossible to explain why, but for some reason they both laughed from their eye-contact. It felt nice, and some sort of relief swam over Kurt from the seemingly natural connection he had with the man.

The song drifted into a new beat and even though Kurt was starting to feel dizzy he didn't leave the floor. He enjoyed dancing with the man far more than he had expected he would and he didn't feel like leaving even though he knew that all logic said he should. He and the guy had moved to the middle of the floor and suddenly someone bumped into the guy so he clasped his chest against Kurt's. His chest was rock hard, and when his hand ran down Kurt's shoulder his belly took a roll.

Kurt flailed his hands a little, but didn't push him away. It wasn't until after they had danced throughout the rest of the song Kurt realized the guy hadn't removed his hands from where they ended on his hips. It was strange and Kurt didn't know how to react, but he figured the dude was just as drunk as he was so he didn't think any further about it. They were having fun and exchanged smiles every now and then. There was no reason to cause a scene over that.

As a popular song started playing the guy moved closer and they were almost back to being chest-to-chest. The guy let his hand drift onto the lower of Kurt's back, his hips swaying closer to Kurt's. It was starting to get hot and the guy's hand was burning on Kurt's back, so he did a swift move to turn around. However, it didn't do much good as the guy was pressed even closer to him, his crotch now pressed against Kurt's ass, the dance growing hotter.

It was steaming hot now and Kurt felt like his brain was spinning in his skull. The guy was so close to him that he could feel everything – things he shouldn't be feeling on another guy. He needed to sit down to not hurt himself so he nodded his head towards the VIP lounge. His dance partner grinned and nodded to show his understanding so Kurt started to fight himself out of the twisting bodies.

When he arrived at the VIP area almost everyone was back in the couches. They all seemed pretty excited about something, so Kurt sat down and grabbed a beer to get a hold of his head while figuring out what was going on.

"Come on. We should all go -" Puck said, as always sounding like if he said it there couldn't be any discussion.

"I am all up for it. It's not like Anna Maria would mind or anything. She's just gonna be sad I didn't invite her," Sam laughed, and the guys around him cheered.

"Alright – hands up; who wants to go to the strip club down the block?" Puck asked the group around him, almost all hands going directly towards the ceiling.

Kurt was weighing pros and cons. It was late – almost 2am – and he was so drunk he could hardly walk. He knew that he and Marley were going to dinner with his dad the next day. Finn would be going too, but he didn't seem as drunk as Kurt felt. He wanted to continue having fun with the guys, and he knew that Marley would be cool with it; she had been the one encouraging him. Yet, it didn't change that he could already feel a mean case of hangovers threatening him.

"I think I have to pass – or I'll pass out," Kurt said, stumbling over the words, but giggled at his own wordplay as the others laughed as well.

"Come on, Kurt – it'll be fun," Artie pushed, which was mean because damn how Kurt often had a hard time saying no to Artie. Few people were fun at parties the way Artie was it – but he had decided.

"Nah, I'll get a cab. I need... home. Dinner tomorrow," he said with a pout before he stumbled to his feet.

"Alright then. Buzz-kill. I'll see you tomorrow at the folks, bro -" Finn said and hugged Kurt.

"Yeah. If you survive tonight," Kurt chuckled and hugged him back before taking the trip around the group of guys left as they all started preparing to leave the club.

Kurt fought his way around the dance floor and guessed that he should probably go to the bathroom before daring himself to the street and find a cab to take him home. He could always pick up his car at the office in the morning.

The line to the bathrooms was dreadful. Kurt couldn't even count the people in line, and they were a colorful mix of sleeping against the wall, hands down a girl's panties and looking like their eyes were about to pop out of their skulls – possibly from drugs.

Fortunately the stalls weren't as disgusting as they usually were in clubs. Someone had to be cleaning every 30 minutes to keep it up, but Kurt was still very happy that he didn't need to sit down to relieve his need. He hurried through his business and left the bathroom again.

That would be: he tried to leave the bathroom and head for the exit of the club. That was a task that seemed harder than Frodo's quest to Mordor. If possible the line had doubled while he was in the stall. The hallway was almost black with people. Kurt had to squeeze himself along the wall, the line pressing him against the bricks.

"Hey – I thought everyone had left for that strip club," someone suddenly said.

Kurt could recognize the voice, but he wasn't sure from where. When he turned around the corner of the wall he was trapped in a corner of the hallway, his way to the door towards the exit cut off by the line of people waiting to get to the bathroom. When he found focus back on his eyes he found that he was face to face with Sam's best man – the guy who had kept him with drinks and beers all night, and the guy he had been having fun and dancing with only 20 minutes earlier. Something inside of Kurt was woken.

"Hey – no... I'm headed home. Drunk and tired," Kurt explained, happy that the music wasn't as throbbing out there.

The guy was very close to him, not that he had a choice. People didn't seem to have any respect for other people's personal space and had no troubles pushing strangers around to fast forward in the line.

"How about you? No strippers for you?" Kurt asked, figuring he might as well make polite conversation until they could get out of the trap.

"Nah, strippers aren't really my thing. I thought I would go home as well. Work tomorrow. But it seems like Sam had a good time tonight, so I guess my job is done," the guy shrugged, but his eyes were sparkling.

Kurt nodded in agreement, and he was just about to make a comment about how the guy seemed to have earned a spot with them when they went to their regular bar after work a few times a month. He didn't get so far, though. Some guys had started bickering and Sam's best man was pushed in the back, once again making them be chest-to-chest.

The guys hand was back to Kurt's hip and Kurt could feel his breath on his lips. There was something intimate about the situation and when he got a grip of himself he noticed that the man was smiling at him, mouth and eyes, making Kurt's nerves twirl under his skin.

"You smell really good," the guy said.

"Thanks. I guess... it's -" Kurt stuttered, but stopped himself. Somehow he didn't think the guy was complimenting his perfume. There was something else about him.

Kurt's head fell back against the brick wall with a thump. The stones were cold through his blazer and shirt, and his eyes were rolling around his skull. The guy was brushing his thumb roughly over Kurt's hip, the soft cotton of his shirt almost feeling like sandpaper against his skin from the friction.

For some reason he couldn't stop looking at the man's lips. They were glistening wet, pink and full. They were slightly parted and looked like they were waiting for something, or someone.

Out of nowhere the guy had pressed his mouth onto Kurt's. His lips were as soft as they looked and his breath tasted like the beers and champagne they had been drinking all night.

"I've been watching you all night. You're so hot," the guy breathed into Kurt's mouth, not moving away.

There was no good explanation to it, but Kurt didn't push him away. He moved his lips with the guy's and let his hand run from his hip and down to his ass.

"I'm not gay," he panted into the man's mouth, but he still put his hand on his hip anyway.

"Yeah, you are -" he responded with a smile before he pushed his tongue into Kurt's mouth.

The guy squeezed Kurt's ass, and Kurt felt a reaction in his underwear. His crotch had never been so close to another man's before and he knew that he should stop it, but his brain activity had left the building altogether.

"No, I'm not. Not gay," Kurt objected, but his hand drifted up his back and pulled the man closer.

"Then why are you hard for me?" The guy grinned and rutted his own very clear erection against Kurt's slowly hardening dick.

"I have a wife," Kurt argued, even he hearing that he would never win a fight with that.

"Never stopped other gays before," the guy mumbled and pressed his crotch even harder as both of his hands grabbed tightly around Kurt's buttocks.

"Fuck... fuck... So – Mr. Straight Man -" the guy panted as he started kissing down Kurt's neck, Kurt's fingers tangling in the stranger's curls on the back of his head.

"There's a nice hotel a few blocks from here," the man invited and Kurt actually heard himself whimper as he forced the guy's mouth back to his own. He was burning on the inside, his crotch on fire and his lips feeling like they were swollen. He knew that he should stop this before it went out of hand, but he couldn't.

"Then why are we still here?" Kurt heard himself heave out as he sucked the guy's lower lip into his mouth and was paid with a broad grin.

They managed to twist themselves out of the club and to the streets. It only took the stranger a few minutes to get a cab, very impressive for a Saturday night on Manhattan. They struggled themselves into the car, and the guy immediately had his face back to Kurt's.

Kurt had no idea what he was doing, and even less did he know where to put his hands, so he settled for sliding his hands around the guys torso and tugging on his hair. That he had good response with considering the guy kept moaning into his mouth and was persistently trying to get his hand between Kurt's legs.

"Still not gay," Kurt groaned and spread his knees a little. When he felt the guy's hand on his thigh Kurt let out a sigh like he had been waiting for it for ages.

"Your big dick is telling me otherwise," the man chuckled and bit down on Kurt's earlobe, massaging his hand around Kurt's erection.

The cab-driver huffed something angrily at them and they realized the car had stopped. The stranger threw some money through the window with the message that he could keep the change and rushed out of the door, Kurt right behind him.

They stumbled to the reception, Kurt's head heavy and spinning with the alcohol, much stronger after having been exposed to the cool October night air hitting him like a train.

Kurt was leaning against a wall as the stranger got them a room with judgmental eyes from the receptionist, but Kurt didn't even notice the ride in the elevator as they were out again and at the door too quick for his lazy brain to register.

The second they were in the room Kurt had the door slammed shut and pressed the guy against the wall. He stuck his tongue directly into his mouth and allowed the guy to loosen Kurt's tie before he started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Since you're straight I'm guessing you wanna top?" The guy said, the statement more of a question, like he wasn't sure.

Kurt had his hands by the guy's belt. He didn't even register what he was doing, but suddenly he had the stranger's pants open. He felt a hand clasp directly onto his erection in his underwear and realized that his pants were open, too.

"You asking me to fuck you?" Kurt smirked and turned them around.

"No. I'mtellingyou to fuck me," the guy smirked back, retreating a few steps as he started rushing his clothes completely off.

Kurt busied himself by doing the same. He threw his tie on the nightstand and had his shirt open, thrown to the floor in a heartbeat. The guy kicked off his shoes and fumbled around in the pocket of his blazer that was thrown on the bed.

"Your job," he declared and threw two small packages at Kurt who caught them right before they hit him in the face. He squinted his eyes and realized it was a condom and a pack of lube.

Shit.He was about to have sex with a guy. A man.

"I'm not gay," he whispered to himself as he turned the foil squares around in his hands.

"Are you gonna screw me or not?" the guy asked impatiently and walked towards Kurt over the soft rug under his bare feet.

"Shut the fuck up," Kurt snarled and pushed him to the bed.

The stranger landed on his back, but Kurt was quickly over him. He grabbed his shoulders and turned the guy around, almost sad that this would mean that he couldn't see his big, brown eyes anymore, but his cock was telling him that what was waiting for him was completely worth it.

The dark haired guy didn't waste anytime getting on his hands and knees in front of Kurt. He chucked his pants down around his thighs and started swiping around his hard cock.

Kurt had been so busy fumbling his own pants down that he hadn't seen it, so when he had his attention back to in front of him he almost choked. A strong pair of thighs with muscled ass-cheeks were bared right in front of Kurt.

He could see the way the guy was moving his hand around his cock between his legs, and Kurt felt like he was about to explode. He was really doing this.

Kurt was on his knees on the bed, between the guy's calves and had his pants pushed down. He swiped his cock a few times, carefully to avoid coming before he had even gotten to the good part. In a quick motion he had one of the silver squares ripped open with his teeth and pressed the cold liquid over his fingers.

He looked down to the man's waiting ass, quivering with the way he was thrusting around his own dick and his growing need to be filled. Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he opened again and grabbed around the muscle.

Fuck!

He let his thumb between the guy's cheeks and spread them apart, opening up so Kurt could see his hole. Dark red and lusting. He brushed his thumb up a few times before he let his lubed up fingers up and slicked them up and down the open crack.

"Yes. Come on, Mr. Straight Man. Open me for your big cock," the stranger panted, both of his hands back to the bedding under them.

This was where Kurt's porn-watching would come in handy. He had never been in a situation where he would have to stretch an asshole before, so he needed to think back and remember what he had seen.

Tryingly Kurt let his fingers circle around the rim, feeling it flutter in anticipation against his fingertips, before he slowly started pushing one in.

"Fuck... finally," the man groaned, arching his back a little bit more, letting his ass higher in the air.

Kurt shoved his finger deeper, digging his fingers into the firm muscle as he was holding the cheeks apart. He angled his wrist and slowly pulled the finger back out only to push back in.

"Just... stretch, goddamit," the guy huffed out and let his knees slide a little further apart.

"Impatient," Kurt grunted and crook his finger in a way that earned a low "Ooooh yesss" from the front.

It didn't take long before he pushed in another finger, scissoring the digits and turning them around the best he could. The guy was so tight and it was a completely new sensation compared to what Kurt was used to from his wife – whose ass he had never fucked, but lord knew he wanted to, and he wanted it badly.

"More... fuck I need more," the guy panted and bucked his ass back, making Kurt's fingers delve in deeper.

Within a heartbeat Kurt had poured a stream of lube down his crack and was pushing a third finger inside of him. The guy grunted and clenched around the intruders but quickly relaxed again as Kurt took back up his pace of moving his fingers around in his ass.

Sweat was springing out all over Kurt's body, and he could feel the guy's skin going sweaty as well. He leaned into rest his hip against the man's ass, watching as he worked open the ring.

My dick is going in there, he thought and felt his insides coil up.

"Just fuck me. Show me how straight guys do it," the man demanded. His voice was broken, and his arms were trembling under him. It was obvious that he had a hard time staying in the position, but he fought a good battle.

Kurt pulled his fingers out roughly before fumbling for the condom on the bed. As he sat back up he couldn't help noticing that the guy's ass was right in front of his face. He had never had his face so close to another man's ass before. It took every ounce of strength in him to not just lean in and bite the tanned skin, feel the flesh between his teeth and taste with his tongue as he pierced it, making sure this was real and not some hazed out drunk-dream.

He forced himself back to his knees and spent a little too long struggling with the wrapper of the condom before he rolled it down over his cock. He could practically feel the throbbing of the veins in his hands as he had his hand folded around the shaft.

Shouldn't it be more difficult to get hard when you're drunk?Kurt wondered in his dosed up mind, thinking that he couldn't remember when it was the last time he had been this hard. If he ever had.

He quickly lubed up, the liquid dripping to the ruffled sheets and down the strong thighs in front of him. His hand was back to spreading the cheeks apart as he looked down, watching the way the guy's hole was gaping open, waiting for him, needing him to get inside already.

"I'm not gay," Kurt stammered one last time and pushed himself in, no going slow, just directly as deep as he could go.

("Shit. Yesss,so good," the stranger groaned.)

"I can feel that," the guy snickered and moved his hips forwards, slowly, before shoving back with force, showing Kurt how much he wanted to be fucked.

"Fuck you," Kurt huffed out and pulled out before snapping his hips forward, driving back in.

"You are – so get to it."

And Kurt did. He started out slow, but not for long. His head was spinning and he wasn't sure if his stomach was rumbling from what he was doing or from the unhealthy amounts of alcohol he had consumed over the night.

He pounded hard into the guy's ass, his hips paining with every time they made contact with the ass he had his cock buried in. He leaned forward, grabbing the guy's shoulders and kept a rhythm as steady as possible when he wasn't even capable of seeing straight.

"Fuck – yes, harder," the guy begged and turned his head, searching for Kurt's mouth.

There was no way Kurt was kissing him again, though. So he grasped the man's dark curls, forcing his fingers through the gel and forced his face away from Kurt's.

Kurt was panting, knowing that he definitely wouldn't last much longer. The feeling of having his dick deep inside a guy's ass was overwhelming. He had never thought he would get to experience that, but just the thought that he was actually doing it made him dizzy.

The feeling was hot and snug, tighter than when he was with his wife. The guy's body felt like it was molded to fit him and yet it was like he was just a little too tight for Kurt's cock, making the dragging of him inside the man's ass much more intense and real.

"Come on, Mr. Straight Man. Just fuck me good," the man heaved as he leaned down to rest on his one forearm. It took a moment for Kurt to realize what he was doing, but when he felt the guy's shoulder move with his arm he didn't doubt that he was jerking himself off good.

"So hot," Kurt grunted and snapped his hips harder.

The stranger's ass was tensing, clenching around his cock and it was almost impossible for Kurt to move anymore in him, but he was so damn close. He rushed back to sit up, his nails scraping over the man's back, and drove hard and deep home, angling to look for the guy's prostate, and as the guy moaned loudly it seemed like he had hit right.

"Yes, there. Don't stop," he demanded, and Kurt didn't.

He kept the angle, continued fucking his cock in hard at the same spot while the guy under him had dissolved to a whimpering mess with unsteady jerks around his dick in his hand. His knuckles were almost white from clenching the guy's hips, and he was curling his toes.

Alcohol and fire were mixing in his blood, his head kept falling forward on its own accord. He couldn't stop focusing on the way the stranger's muscles were working in his back, every movement the guy made and every movement Kurt made had his muscles showing off easily and firm under his dark skin. The muscles in his entire body were so pronounced and it all looked so good. If Kurt had been sober he would probably have taken time to feel all of them.

But if he had been sober he wouldn't have been there to begin with.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" The guy whined as Kurt pumped in deeper and faster, probably forming hip-shaped bruises on the guy's ass, but he didn't care – it was too good to stop.

He groaned hard and all muscles in his body contracted. His hand was working with a furious speed and Kurt knew that motion well. As Kurt paid extra good attention to that one spot that had the guy whining in a high pitch he came all over the hotel sheets, Kurt fucking him through every groaning second of his orgasm.

As soon as the guy started to relaxed Kurt pulled himself out with a force that almost had him falling backwards over the edge of the bed. He pulled the condom off and let it fall to the mattress as he fisted his cock desperately. He was whimpering now, needing release. The guy was flat on the bed and turned his torso, suddenly his eyes meeting Kurt's – and Kurt came. Balls on fire and semen shooting in white ropes over the man's perfect pecs and abs.

"Holy... shit -" Kurt grunted as his hips slowed down their frustrated bucking into his hand, and his muscles slowly released their tension. His lungs felt like they were trying to escape through his throat and his head felt like it was about blow up.

His hand was covered in sperm, though not as bad as the stranger's torso was, and it took him a lot of strength to convince his fist to unfold from around his softening dick. The guy on the bed under him let his fingers run up his chest, through Kurt's come andlicked his fingerswith a satisfied expression like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, his eyes locked on Kurt's – fuck that was hot.

That was the moment Kurt slumped down, sitting back on his haunches. He looked around himself, like he had just woken up from a coma and was seeing the hotel room for the first time. From one second to another he sobered up. He could feel the guy's knees against his own, and it was like he had shot all of the alcohol out through his cock, covering the man's torso in it.

"Fuck... fuck. Fuck fuckfuck!"Kurt panicked, his voice rasp.

"That's what we just did, yeah -" the guy grinned dozily, looking like he could easily take a nap, but probably take another round after.

"What the hell did I just do? Shit!" Kurt whined and rushed to his knees where he started pulling on his underwear and pants.

"Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for," the guy joked and rolled to lie completely on his side, watching Kurt as he jumped to his feet and picked up his shirt from the floor.

Without sparing the man so much as a glance Kurt ran to the bathroom and washed his hands. He couldn't look himself in the mirror. How was he supposed to face Marley after this?

"What did I do? What did I do?" He kept chanting over and over again.

All he could see was Marley's face. Those big, innocent blue eyes and that pretty smile. She trusted him so deeply. He would never hurt her for anything in the world. How could he have been so stupid? If she found out she would be crushed.

He couldn't even begin to think about Lily and Milo. How this could affect them if it came out? And this guy was Sam's best friend. Boy, had he really fucked up everything in his entire life in a drunken haze of hard cocks and that fucking hot masculine body.

He splashed a few handfuls of cold water in his face and dried it off with a white towel from the rack next to the sink. After washing his hands a good dozen of times he figured that he would have to go back out there, so he dried his hands as well and rushed to back to the room.

The man was lying on his back, his head resting on his arm. His other hand was casually lying on his stomach, his dick soft and spent as it was lying against his thigh. He had cleaned off Kurt's come and a little pile of used tissues was mounted on the nightstand. His pants were now completely off and lying on the floor at the end of the bed.

Kurt wanted to look away, but he couldn't stop his eyes roaming over the guy's body. He was so fit and even though he was so relaxed that his eyes were fighting to stay open his muscles were so visible Kurt would have thought they were photoshopped if it had been a picture. The guy was hot.

He shook himself out of his fixation and rushed on his tie and blazer. He found out his wallet and grasped a few bills, throwing them at the bed in front of the guy.

"Hey, I'm not some whore," he said, offended. He sat up and stared at Kurt.

"It's not for... that. It's for the room. Don't ever fucking tell Sam about this," Kurt snapped and pulled on his coat.

"I'm guessing you aren't planning on recovering for another round," the man said dryly and laid back down.

"Don't tell Sam, alright? He'll just tell my wife – I have kids, you know. And I'm not gay. This was just – what the fuck, I don't owe you anything," he growled.

"Take your money with you. I'm not telling Sam. I'm not some home-wrecker. If you wanna keep lying to your wife and kids – not to mention yourself – that's all your business. But really, you just fuckeda dude– you're at least bi," he retorted and made himself more comfortable.

Kurt let his eyes travel one last time down his body, seeing the taut pink nipples and the dark trail of hair under his bellybutton. His legs and arms had just as dark hair as the curls on his head, and the hair neatly trimmed around his dick just as well. Even as he was falling asleep his biceps looked strong and masculine.

With that Kurt turned on his heel and slammed the door as he left the room. Left the stranger to himself. He was never going to see him again. He didn't even know his name; he didn't want to know his name. All he wanted to do was forget him, forget the hotel and what they had done, forget the way he could still feel the guy's ass tight and warm around him – the way he could still feel his lips on his own, and the way his brown eyes had stared intensely at him as he licked Kurt's come off his fingers.

"You smell good."

"If you wanna keep lying to your wife and kids – not to mention yourself..."

"Come on, Mr. Straight Man. Fuck me good."

The man's voice kept echoing in the back of Kurt's head as he sat in the cab towards his office building. His words mixing with his moaning as a soundtrack to the internal video of how he had looked throughout the night. When he pressed Kurt against the wall, when Kurt pushed him to the bed, when he stared back at Kurt as he started fingering him – the way he had looked at Kurt as he jerked himself to release. His insulted expression when he thought Kurt was paying him for his... service.

When he arrived at his office building he hurried to type in the code on the alarm and rushed inside. He went to his office and fumbled through some of the drawers before he found what he was looking for – a clean shirt. He grabbed the shirt and locked back up.

He walked down the street and checked into a new hotel. He knew he had to look like shit, but he still wasn't ready to look himself in the mirror. The moment he was in the new hotel room he pulled his clothes off with a force that made the seams crack and went directly into the shower. He washed himself off over and over again with an OCD-like rhythm until his fingers and toes were wrinkled and he nearly couldn't keep himself on his feet anymore.

The red number on the digital clock told him that it was 4.54am. He had been in the hotel with the man for a long time. He crawled under the sheets, knowing he was still too drunk to drive home, even the few miles back to Queens – and he wasn't ready to face Marley even though she would be fast asleep, sweetly in her bed.Theirbed.

The sheets smelled like bleach and the pillow was too soft. The dark was heavy around him, and even though he was exhausted there was no way Kurt would be falling asleep now.

His eyes were itching and a sob that had been caught in his throat since he left the stranger finally tumbled over his lips. He clutched his knuckles to his teeth and allowed his cries to fill the room. He was sure his heart was going to burst.

Marley had been Kurt's best friend since they met. They had been in glee club together in high school and they did everything together, told each other everything. After they had known each other for around a year there had been a party and everyone were tipsy. They played 7 Minutes In Heaven, despite them all being 15-18 years old. Kurt and Marley had ended outside the door together and Marley had revealed her crush on him – they had been together ever since.

But even though Kurt told her everything and shared everything with her there was one thing he had never told her. One thing he had never told anyone in his life.

Kurt was gay.

He had always known his true sexuality. He had never kissed a boy or a man before tonight, but the attraction had always been there. All his fantasies involved men, when he reached the age where curiosity about himself and his body introduced itself it was gay porn he peeked at when his dad was fast asleep. When he started masturbating he thought about the cute guys at school, the way the hot guys looked when they showered after gym class. To Kurt it had always been about guys.

No one knew. He couldn't let anyone know. Ever.

When Kurt was 14 his dad his dad started seeing a nice woman and eventually married her. The woman had a son that Kurt was in school with. A jock his own age, a jock Kurt had a burning crush on. There was no way Kurt would risk ruining his dad's relationship for that, and there was also the fact that the jock had homophobic tendencies. At least Finn had slowly put those behind him as he matured. A few years went on and Kurt turned 16. He felt ready again – but then his dad got a very important job as a member of the congress. That was right around the time Kurt had started considering coming out to his dad. Of course he couldn't do that right as his dad was kicking off his political career. So he pushed it aside and decided that it just wasn't meant to be. Kurt was meant to stay in the closet for his life.

Then Kurt started dating Marley. He felt a little guilty over it at first, but eventually he convinced himself that it was good. He loved Marley more than he could ever love any girl. She was his best friend and he would never do anything to hurt her. There was never any chance that he would find another woman, and he didn't mind kissing her. He just didn't havethosekind of feelings for her.

As they grew older Kurt suppressed his true sexuality. He stuck to admiring guys from a distance, looking at them instead of the girls when he watched movies and watching gay porn when he was alone and horny.

His sexual relations with Marley were fueled by fantasies of faceless men and alcohol. They lost their virginity to each other after Kurt's graduation where they both were drunk. After that they only had sex on special occasions like that, when they had been drinking or if Marley was particularly horny at night. Kurt survived by thinking about guys, pushing away his guilt with the excuse that it was for her own good; that he would crush her if he turned her down.

Until now Kurt had managed to keep it down. He had guy friends who could just as well have been brothers for him, so there was no way he would ever see them in a light that could lead to any sexual feelings. Of course they were all straight and married, or in committed relationships with women. At work he had encounters with gay men, but it wasn't anything that had ever been an issue for him as long as he reminded himself that at home he had a beautiful wife and the best kids in the world.

Yet, there he was – in a hotel room, his cock still sore after having thrust into a man's ass. He had no idea what he was going to do.

If he told Marley he would have to tell her everything; how he had always known that he was gay, how he had stayed with her, kissed her and had sex with her, married her, even though his love for her was the one for a best friend.

It would have consequences for Lily and Milo. It would tear their lives apart.

I can't do this to her. To them. Maybe I will never get to see Lily and Milo again. I can't live without them. It's gonna kill Marley.

His head was a war zone. The booze was summing around his veins, trying to find a way to leave his system. His brain was throbbing with the pending hangovers and the voices slowly killing him. The voice of Marley when she whispered goodnight before they went to sleep, the voices of his kids when they told him that they loved him – the voice of the stranger as he demanded that he fucked him harder and faster.

"What have I done?" Kurt cried, mentally begging for sleep to give him some sort of refuge – or even better; for him to wake up in the morning in his own bed and it had all been a horrible, drunken nightmare.