All through the ceremony Kurt felt like he was about to die. He was pretty sure this was what one felt like leading up to a heart-attack. His tie felt like it was strangling him and the room was the temperature of a booming volcano.

The stranger didn't look at him anymore. When Anna Maria entered she was cutely dressed in a sparkly emerald dress, matching Sam's outfit – of course she would be dressed as his superhero's love interest. Her hair was arranged in a fishbone-braid to her shoulder, the rest of her brown locks neatly waving down her shoulder and chest. Her earrings were tiny g-clefs and make-up was bright red. When she joined Sam it was yet another evidence that these two people were perfect for each other.

Marley shed a tear along with almost the entire room. She snuggled close to Kurt and he put an arm around her, doing his best to not look at the people walking down the aisle – especially those after Sam and Anna Maria.

This would surely be the wedding from Hell.

xXx

The ballroom was crowded. Everyone were chatting and having fun while waiting for the happy couple to join the party. Kurt had found their seats while Marley helped the kids to get seated at the children's table. Fortunately it didn't seem like the best man was anywhere near them, so Kurt allowed himself to ease up. He kept repeating his mantra over and over again in his head, hoping he would start believing it.

I will not let this define me. I will push this aside for my family – and my sanity!

People were mingling, girls complimenting each others dresses and Kurt ended up with his friends discussing a poker night they had planned as soon as Sam was back from his honeymoon.

When Sam and Anna Maria appeared, cute in their costumes with locked hands and bright smiles, everyone cheered and applauded. To Kurt's horror he had completely forgot that the best man would open the ball with a toast – something that had Kurt cringe and down his drink in one go.

The guy talked a cute deal about the couple, about his friendship with Sam and ended with well-wishes and a thank you to the guests for respecting their wishes of no presents, but donations to the Children's Cancer Recovery Foundation instead. The entire thing he rounded of with a song, and of course the guy sang like a dream.

He knew that it was impolite, but Kurt had to leave. He couldn't stand being forced to look at the man and listen to his voice. He knew how that voice sounded during sex, he knew how that face looked during sex, he knew how that body felt under the way too tight spandex pants, leaving nothing to the imagination.

He went to the back of the ballroom, looking for more drinks. He didn't want to get drunk before the party had even started, but he could feel that he needed something to at least keep him going. The moment he found a drink he went to the hall, looking for a way to get some fresh air.

As soon as he felt like his head had stopped fogging and his throat had stopped feeling dry and strangled he decided that he had better get back inside. He bottomed his drink and found back to the ballroom. The best man had ended his toast and everyone had spread around in small groups, chatting and gossiping. Unfortunately Kurt couldn't see Marley anywhere in the crowd.

"Hey. Did you see Marley?" Kurt asked Artie who had just told Puck to stop staring at his wife's boobs.

"Yeah. She's over by the band talking to Blaine," Artie said, tightening his grip on his wife's waist.

"Who's Blaine?" Kurt asked confused, his eyebrows meeting over his nose.

"It's Sam's best man. I thought you talked to him last weekend. They're right over there," Artie said and pointed in the direction of the band.

Surely there Marley was. She was in the middle of a conversation, laughing loudly, with the guy in the tights. He was laughing just as much as she was and they seemed like they were having a really good time. For the first time in his life Kurt really wished that Marley didn't have the gift of connecting with everyone she met.

Shit! What if he says something?Kurt thought, his blood freezing over.

How could I forget that I didn't know his name?

What was his name, again?

"You okay?" Artie asked, and Kurt only vaguely registered it, his eyes sucking up the view of Marley and the man – Blaine.

"What? Yeah... I'm... I'm fine," Kurt stuttered and walked away.

He couldn't just go over there and tell them to not talk. But he couldn't exactly let them become best friends either. This simply shouldn't be happening, but unfortunately the pain in his temple told him that it was very much real.

So Kurt did what a real man shouldn't do, but at the moment he didn't see any other option: he fled. He fled to melt into his group of friends where he could be present without engaging in the conversation and still keep an eye on Marley to make sure she didn't suddenly look like she wanted to kill him. Fortunately she looked like she was still in a good mood when they went their separate ways.

"Hey handsome," Marley's voice sounded as she snuck up behind him, kissing the back of his ear before she let her hand down to find his.

"Hey," Kurt smiled in response, the ice in his belly melting from the assurance that his secret hadn't been shared.

"I was just talking to Sam's best man. He's really cool – and funny, too," she told and sipped her drink.

"I wouldn't know," Kurt rushed out, a little too fast, but to his luck Marley didn't seem to notice.

They continued mindless small-talk with friends and family of the newlyweds. The typical conversational subjects of the ceremony, the outfits and decorations, the honeymoon and everything else it was customary for people to turn with each other at a wedding.

It wasn't until after a little while Kurt saw the man at the other end of the room, headed towards the hall. That's when he saw his cue. Marley was talking to Sam and Anna Maria a few tables away, and there was no chance anyone else would see him sneaking out.

"You! Stop right there!" Kurt snarled as he followed the guy down the hall.

Blaine. Yes. His name was Blaine.

Wasn't that what Artie had said?

"Who? Me?" The guy asked confused and turned around, but when he saw who it was the corners of his mouth curled.

"Yes, you!"

"So – you decided to stop lying to yourself, or what?" Blaine smirked.

"Shut up. Did you tell Sam about... this?" Kurt stammered out, refusing to actually say the words.

"What? Of course I didn't. If you wanna screw up your life you should do it at your own speed," he said casually.

"Just... stay the hell away from my wife. Got that?" Kurt warned, surprised that he was pointing a finger at the guy.

They were standing right in front of each other. Some sort of ooze was running through Kurt's body by being so close to the man again, but he couldn't let it stop him.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even know who your wife is," he objected.

"You just talked to her, like, 20 minutes ago," Kurt snapped, rolling his eyes, because apparently telling someone to shut up about the mistake of his life was a lot harder task than he had figured it would be.

"Oh that pretty girl. You know, it's really unfair to take the pretty girls off the market for the straight guys who actually feels something for them," he snickered and Kurt felt like he was boiling with anger by now.

"Look, just stay the hell away from her. You can't tell her about... what happened," Kurt said, doing his best to return to the point so he could get away as fast as possible.

"Dude, I didn't even think about that. If you want to cheat on your wife and lie about who you are then I honestly don't care," the guy shrugged.

"I am not gay! It was just a drunk, bi-curious, stupid mistake. It has never happened before and it will never happen again, because I – am not –gay!" Kurt spit out, frustrated that this guy couldn't just agree to let it be water under the bridge so they could never talk to each other again.

"Whatever, man. If you wanna fool yourself with that, I'm not gonna be in your way. It's not the first time I had a one-night-stand, you know. And I don't support outing people," he sighed and turned his back on Kurt, heading down the hall where he had been on his way to when Kurt had stopped him.

Good. This was good. The guy wasn't going to tell anyone. He would keep shut and it could all be forgotten after the wedding. Then they would never have to see each other again.

At least now he had a beacon of light in the horizon of this perfect storm that his life had turned into.

xXx

The whole idea with the costumes had been a brilliant idea. Blaine hadn't hesitated to jump on board as soon as Sam had presented the plan to him. One of the things he and Sam had bonded over as kids was their equal love for comic books and superheroes, so of course Blaine would help him make this happen for his wedding.

However, the spandex was hot and itchy. When he moved he could feeleverythingmove around with him, and more than once a kid had pulled on his cape so he was getting choked. But he wasn't going to let it bring down the party. His mood was high and he was very excited to be celebrating his best friend finally be married to the girl of his dreams.

"You will not believe what just happened!" He declared as he found his date, Tina, who was his best girl-friend and roommate – aka the girl who always served as his date when he wasn't in a relationship.

"What?" She asked and turned to face him, sucking on a straw in her bright colored drink. Crack the hard booze open early was something Blaine and Tina often had a lot of fun with.

"See that guy over there? That is the guy," Blaine said and nodded in the direction of Sam's friend who had just stopped to talk to Sam's parents.

"What guy? Who?" Tina asked and stared through the crowd in the direction Blaine had shown her.

"The guy I told you about. From last weekend," he said and rolled his eyes as he grabbed a snack from the table next to them. He waited a moment to let the pieces fall into place, watching as a light was turned on in Tina's eyes. Now she knew.

"Yeah. He just stopped me in the hall to tell me to stay away from his wife," Blaine said with a chuckle.

The entire situation was ridiculous. To him it was obvious that the guy was gay. He saw it the moment the guy walked into the restaurant the prior weekend. And to be honest – there was no way a straight guy could drive so hard and deep into another guy's ass.

"Oh god, he did not! Like you would even do that," Tina burst out in shock.

"Yeah. Apparently that chick I talked to earlier – the one with the flower shop – that's his wife. I almost told him she invited me to stop by her shop, but I figured it wouldn't do if I killed him," Blaine shrugged, the image of the guy almost scarlet in the face from panic and anger filling his inner vision.

"Honestly, I think he's a dick. If he's married and got kids – closeted or not, he should not be cheating. That's disgusting," she groaned with an unamused expression on her face.

"You say it, girl. I mean – I know I probably shouldn't have, you know, encouraged his cheating, but... would you look at him. He is pretty hot," Blaine snickered, pretty satisfied by the thought that he was the only guy in the world to ever have been with him.

"Blaine!"

"No, really... I see it as I did him a favor. Maybe it makes him think of everything he's missing out on. Maybe he'll be on the gay dating field in a year or something," Blaine said, doing his best to sound thoughtful and deep.

"And that's when you're gonna strike?" Tina led him towards their table so they could sit down and make themselves comfortable.

"What? No – I mean... if he wanted another round I wouldn't be opposed to the idea. For a gay-virgin he was a pretty good fuck. But not until he's divorced, then -" Blaine assured her.

Yeah. To be fair he hadn't thought much about the guy since their hook-up. Only throughout Sunday when he had still been feeling the ghost of the guy inside of him. When he had woken up naked and got dressed before he left the room. When he had taken the money the guy had thrown at him and shoved them into the pocket of his coat.

And maybe a little when he had jerked himself off in the shower the next day.

But for the rest of the week he hadn't spared him many thoughts. He had gone through his week as per usual, going to work and going on with his usual business. This was nothing but a hook-up, a one night stand – with a guy who wouldn't even admit that he was gay. There really was no reason to think any further about this. He didn't even know his name, and he didn't care for it.

They got to their seats and chatted about the cute centerpiece decorations and how cute it was that a couple of the kids from the hospital had served as bridesmaids. They played their usual game of rating people on a scale from 1 to 10, who they would do and who they wouldn't. It didn't take long before Blaine's encounter with the guy from the bachelor-party had been forgotten and he was laughing loudly with Tina.

That was until the rest of the party started getting seated at their tables, though. Their table had almost filled up when two seats were taken – by the guy and his wife.

xXx

No. No, no, no. This is not happening, Kurt thought. He was sure he was about to scream. How could this happen? It had to be some sort of karmic punishment. He stepped aside once, and now he was doomed to have it rubbed in his face for all eternity.

The guy (I refuse to use his name – even in my head!) was sitting right across the table from Kurt's seat. He was chatting with a pretty Asian woman, and to Kurt's horror Marley's face lit up when she saw who they were sharing a table with.

"Hi again. What a nice surprise. I don't think we ever introduced ourselves. My name is Marley, and this is my husband Kurt," she chirped, polite as ever as she neatly sat down, checking her dress for folds.

"Hi – I think I talked to... Kurt – at Sam's bachelor-party last weekend. Just a bit. I'm Blaine and this is my roommate Tina," he said with a smile at Marley, not even paying Kurt more than a polite glance.

Kurt smeared on his best fake-polite mask and stayed shut. Through dinner he didn't say a word unless he was asked. He listened to Marley chat with the man and his roommate about Sam and how they knew each other. They talked about kids and how they had chosen to live close to Kurt's family. To Kurt it seemed like they talked about everything, and all he wanted to do was tune out how good Marley connected with the strangers.

Throughout the evening Kurt made a lot of trips to the bathroom, to the bar and to get fresh air – anything to get away from his table. It gave him a lot of excuses to hang out with his friends instead, and considering Marley was preoccupied he didn't feel guilty. At least not about leaving her behind. He had plenty of other stuff to feel guilty for.

For some time he forgot his guilt as he had taken Lily for a swing on the dance floor. The relief was quickly broken, though, when the guy and his roommate waltzed by them in a dance filled with wild laughter and jokes. It got too much, Kurt had to get out.

He was met by Marley and without thought he kissed her hard. Like he was trying to remind himself that no matter what happened he was with her – that was how it had always been and how it always would be. She giggled from the surprise but allowed herself into the kiss. The rest of the evening they spent with locked hands, but Kurt discretely kept shooting glances around the room to make sure Sam still knew nothing about his mistake.

As it grew later they watched Anna Maria throw the bouquet, causing a riot amongst the single ladies present. No harm done, though. Next up came the moment where Sam would be throwing his new wife's garter.

Everyone gathered around the chair where the lady was sitting with a bright grin on her face, looking down on her new husband on his knees in front of her. Her pale legs were showing off a bright, blue garter around her smooth thigh and Sam was already smirking as he leaned down to grab it with his teeth, peeking not-so-subtle under her dress, as the group of single guys crowded at the end of the circle.

It went a lot better than expected, and Kurt couldn't help thinking that they probably had practiced – they would do that. It was time for Sam to throw the garter to the crowd of horny men, all waiting to be the one to catch the fabric with the superstitious promise of being the next to get married.

It all happened so fast. Kurt was holding Marley's hand, unsuspecting and forcing himself to keep his pokerface for what could be left of the evening – when the blue silk flew through the room during cheers and catcalls... ending in Blaine's hands, and Kurt went pale as a sheet as Blaine looked right at him.

Both men rushed to let the gaze leave the other, and Kurt released Marley's hand so he could disappear in the crowd of guests, seeking for the bar that had served as his refuge all night. Probably not a good idea, considering how his head was swimming and his eyes were itching.

"Honey, the kids are exhausted. Milo is asleep in the corner so I'm gonna take them home. You can just stay here," Marley said as she found him by the bar.

"No. No, that's okay. I'll go home with you," Kurt hurried to object, already tasting freedom sweetly. He could leave and he would never be faced with the subject of his idiocy ever again.

"Are you kidding me, bro? If your lady says you can stay you are staying – the night is young!" Puck had turned around and thrown an arm around Kurt's neck. He was caught.

"Really, I just wanna -" Kurt started to argue, but Marley stopped him.

"It's fine. You can just take a cab home. Have some fun, celebrate Sam," she assured him and received a high-five from Puck.

There was nothing to do now. He was caught. If Puck first was determined to keep him there, there was no way he was getting out.

"Oh alright then. I'll see you later, or tomorrow. Love you," Kurt peeped weakly and leaned in to receive a tender kiss from his wife before she kissed Puck's cheek and left them.

xXx

Close to the entire party had emptied out. Left was only Kurt and his high school friends, the newly-weds and a bunch of their other friends – and his best man with his roommate. They were all gathered at the table closest to the bar, of course, with a drinking game going. Kurt could feel his head going heavy and his tongue was dry. He constantly checked his watch, wondering when he would be allowed to get out.

Finn kept getting him new drinks, cheered on by everyone. At least the guy wasn't looking at him once. Not that Kurt was directly staring at him – but he couldn't help looking in his direction. Strictly because he was talking to people sitting close to the guy. Of course he wasn't staring. Especially not at how tight his pants were when he walked from the end of the table to the bar and back again with his cape swung around his neck as a scarf, showing off his ass and the fact that he wasn't wearing underwear to avoid lines under the spandex.

I wonder how it feels like, Kurt caught himself thinking.

"Wow. Wow, wow, wow! No, I have to go home. Now!" He burst out, jumping to his feet, but the alcohol put his brain out of order, making him dizzily fall back to his seat.

"What's up, Hummel?" Artie asked, putting a hand to Kurt's shoulder. He didn't exactly look clear as morning sun himself.

"I gotta go home. I am way too plastered to stay. I don't even know – what time is it?" Kurt mumbled, not sure the words he meant to leave his mouth actually was what other people heard.

"Home? Are we gonna have that discussion again, man?" Puck groaned. Naturally he didn't feel the effects of the booze half as hard as the rest of the gang did. He was much more experienced in that department.

"Well, I am going to leave now, so I can go to the wedding-suite with my beautiful bride here," Sam declared, emptied his bottle and squeezed his hand on Anna Maria's butt. She had been safely seated in his lap, drinking more than most of the guys around the table – if anyone could beat Puck in a game of drinking it was her.

"And I hope you are betting on who's on top, or I won't have an excuse to take pictures," she grinned. With that she pressed a kiss to Sam's forehead and stood up. She picked her shoes up off the floor and they both started a round of goodnight hugs and kisses to everyone.

This will be my cue, Kurt thought. Eying his chance to get away alive.

He hugged Sam and Anna Maria tight, kissing her cheek and wishing them a good night and safe honeymoon. Then he went to the bar, standing there for a moment as he watched them leave the ballroom. He emptied his glass, wincing at the sharp taste of vodka cutting through his throat, and declared that this time it was serious – he really would be leaving.

He received a lot of complaints spread around the table. But to his astonishment he didn't see the stranger, Blaine, among the guests – at all. That was a relief. Then he didn't have to pretend to be nice and polite when he took his round of goodbyes.

The minute he stepped into the lobby he felt like a great burden was lifted off his shoulders. Finally he was free; he would not be seeing the guy again. He staggered to the reception and asked the lady to call him a cab. She sent him a smile that obviously was born from obligation and not from earnest politeness, so he leaned against the wall next to the elevator, closing his eyes and trying to make sure he would stay on his feet until he was in the taxi.

"You leaving, Mr. Straight-Man?" A voice sounded and Kurt shot his eyes open like he had been hit with ice cold water balloons.

Fuck. Not him. Of all people, not him!

"Are you stalking me?" He snapped as he struggled to keep his glance sharp.

"What? No. I just helped my friend to the bathroom," the guy said with a hint of chuckle under his breath.

"Oh yeah. Of course you did," Kurt snarled, rolling his eyes, but decided that definitely wasn't a good plan when he needed the support of a wall to not trip over his own feet.

"Listen, I don't know what your problem is. We fucked –once. It's not like I was expecting us to get married or anything," he shrugged, his voice a little sharp.

"Even if I was gay I wouldn't marry someone like you," Kurt said with fake sweetness in his voice.

Suddenly the guy was right in front of him, his chest pressed against Kurt's, and there was nowhere for Kurt to run. On his left was a wall, on his right a plant. He was trapped – with the man's arms on each side of his head.

"Oh, you're gay. You are so gay," he grinned and pressed his crotch against Kurt's. Oh god he could feel everything much more than he had been able to see it all night.

"I'm not... I'm not – gay," Kurt stammered out, his tongue going dry and his eyelids fluttering from the feeling of the man's dick so obviously rutting against his own.

"Then why can I feel your boner against mine?" He snickered. His eyes were locked on Kurt's, nowhere for him to look away. His eyes were big and brown, much clearer than they should have been after hours of drinking intensely, and for some reason Kurt felt like Blaine saw him,reallysaw him.

All blood rushed to Kurt's face. Oh god. It was true. He was going hard – from the feeling of another man's junk pressed against his own.

"I'm just... drunk. Just get the hell off me," Kurt snarled, but he didn't get quite the force he had hoped for behind his words.

"Really? Well, if you aren't gay tell me that this doesn't make you feel anything -"

"What? You can't make me fe -"

Kurt was cut off. The guy had put his hands on his face and pressed his mouth onto Kurt's. He was forcing his tongue into his mouth, and for some idiotic reason he didn't stop him. His stomach started turning and his pulse sped up. He moved his lips hard in unison with the man's. Blaine. His name was Blaine.

After what felt like hours – or maybe only a few seconds – he backed away. Blaine did. His hands slid down Kurt's face, now cupping his jaw, but his eyes still as intense as before – maybe even a little more now.

Kurt couldn't breathe. His head was spinning around and his knees were about to buckle. He was sure that if Blaine hadn't been holding his head he would have crashed to the floor in an instant. His lips were trembling and his mouth was ajar -

- so he grabbed Blaine's face and pulled him back, shoving his own tongue back into his mouth and pushed his hips forward. The feeling of his cock twitching in his slacks against Blaine's hard dick made him groan into the kiss and he didn't dare open his eyes.

"You're pretty hard for a straight guy pressed against a dude," Blaine chuckled into his mouth, his lips sliding against Kurt's and his hand down to cup around Kurt's erection where he got a good grip, making Kurt grasp around a branch of the plant.

"Shut up and get us a room," Kurt grunted, sucking Blaine's lower lip into his mouth.

"Now!"

He put his hands onto Blaine's chest and pushed him away, trying to catch his breath before he looked down himself and fixed his tie. He whimpered a little to himself, running his fingers through his hair while twirling confused around.

"What the hell am I doing?" He whispered as he watched Blaine talk to the receptionist and accept a key. The receptionist sent them wistful eyes as Blaine hurried back to the elevator where Kurt was waiting, his lust on painful display in his tights.

The second Blaine was in he aggressively punched the buttons. Kurt grabbed his cape and pulled him back so Blaine crashed against him. Blaine had his hands down, opening Kurt's belt already while sucking on his lower lip. Behind Blaine all Kurt could see was himself in the mirror covering the wall; groped, sucked and licked on by another man. He squeezed his eyes shut, blocking out the reality of what he was doing with his fingers digging into the green spandex covering Blaine's back. With a ding he was saved from the mirrors watching him.

Blaine quickly had Kurt pulled out of the elevator and down the hall, every now and then stopping to press him against a wall to grind their crotches together, before they ended at one of the white doors with a gold sign. It only was a second before the door clicked and they tumbled into the room.

As they were staring intensely at each other Kurt quickly threw his blazer and tie on one side of the bed. He kicked off his shoes way faster than he thought possible, almost making a floral patterned vase fall to the floor as his one shoe hit a small table by the wall. Blaine was wearing a horny grin as he got the cape and shirt off, letting both drop to the floor in a pile of colorful fabrics.

"Who's straight now? What was all that talk about drunken mistake of a one-night-stand, Mr. Straight-Man?" Blaine smirked and walked towards Kurt on unsteady, alcohol-blurred feet.

"Shut up and get on your knees," Kurt growled and pushed him hard on his naked chest.

Blaine hit the back of his knees against the bed and fell to sit on it. Kurt saw it as an opportunity and roughly grabbed his shoulders to force him around. Now he had Blaine on his knees on the floor, stomach resting against the bed.

In a swift motion Kurt had Blaine's pants pulled down, the elastic swiping loudly over his tanned thighs. His ass was just as tight and smooth as Kurt remembered it. He bucked back against Kurt, rubbing his crack against Kurt's zipper and turned his head to stare at Kurt over his shoulder.

"Come on. Get your big, straight cock out and fuck me. I know you can do it," Blaine snickered, and Kurt felt his anger well back in over him.

With a snap reminder to himself Kurt pulled his wallet from his back pocket. He would sure have what he needed there. After almost emptying all the contents out on the floor with fumbling fingers, quivering dick, he found what he needed: a few condoms he had put there for emergency nights with Marley in hotels after parties without the kids.

He rushed his pants down to his knees, his cock immediately springing against Blaine's ass, struggling to get between the cheeks. He grasped a corner of the copper packaging with his teeth and bit it open, hurrying the slippery rubber out. He slid it around his fingers, smearing the grease around best possible, soon his entire hand sticky and wet before he let the rubber fall to the expensive rug under them. It wasn't much, but Kurt could see no other alternative, so he hoped the lubrication from the condom would be enough to avoid any accidents.

Without warning he grabbed his clean hand around Blaine's one cheek and spread him open, flashing his pink dusk hole so Kurt could press his lubed-up finger directly in. He was paid with a high pitched grunt and he could feel the tension spread in the other man's body. Blaine's breathing changed as he forced himself to relax around the digit.

However, Kurt didn't give him time to adjust. He instantly started thrusting in and out, crooking his finger and pulling to the sides. Blaine was moaning and breathing loudly, pushing back to meet him when Kurt shoved one more finger in, already spreading on the way into Blaine's body.

"Is that all you've got?" Blaine asked with thick voice.

Kurt rolled his eyes and shoved a third digit in, spreading and crooking, twisting and turning. His hand was almost cramping from how tight the guy was around him. He could feel his own temperature rising and he wondered if he would have a fever once they actually got to it.

"Give me more, Mr. Straight-Man. More," Blaine demanded, pushing back down on Kurt's hand.

"Fuck you," Kurt snapped heavily and retreated his hand forcefully from the man's ass. He could see the open ring, the inside dark and waiting as Blaine tightened his muscles as good as he could, but not quite enough to let his open hole disappear.

It was with a lot of fidgeting and fumbling Kurt had the next condom open. He pressed the air out of the tip and rolled it over his cock, nearly not caring enough to get it all the way down, but did it anyway.

"Yes. Fuck me. Get to it!" Blaine growled, but ended in a gasp as Kurt pushed into him, directly all the way to the hilt.

"Fuck yes! Finally."

Kurt grabbed tightly on Blaine's one shoulder and his other hand to his hip. He pulled almost all the way out before he snapped his hips back in – all the way back.

For a moment Kurt had to catch balance, the alcohol making his brain swim, but he pushed through and started with unsteady thrusts forcing his head clear enough to work up a more even rhythm.

Just like the last time he was amazed by how vocal Blaine was. Kurt had only ever had sex with Marley before and she definitely wasn't as loud, and neither was Kurt. Blaine on the other hand was a noisy mix of grunts and moans.

"Fuck me harder, Mr. Straight-Man. Harder!" Blaine ordered, his fingers curling around the bedding under him.

Kurt's face was boiling. He wasn't sure if he was mostly angry at Blaine for being right in his face, getting him back into this mess – or if he was mostly angry with himself for going along with it.

Nonetheless, he draped his torso over Blaine's back, his fingernails digging into the skin of Blaine's shoulder. His hips kept moving and his lungs felt like they were planning to escape from his body. When Blaine realized Kurt's face was close to his he turned his head, trying to catch a kiss.

"Drunken mistake. You've wanted me all night," Blaine smirked, syllables interrupted by Kurt's body clashing against his.

"Shut the fuck up. Now!" Kurt growled and in a panic move he grabbed his Armani tie from the bed and shoved it aggressively into Blaine's mouth, punctuating with short, rough thrusts of his cock into Blaine's hole.

The act had Blaine's eyes rolling back in his skull. He bucked his ass backwards, meeting every one of Kurt's drives.

They were both sweating heavily, making Kurt's chest slide over Blaine's back with every movement. He could feel his nipples stiff and longing as they brushed over Blaine's working shoulder blades. For some reason he couldn't help letting himself really feel all the muscles on Blaine's back, really feeling how strong and masculine he was and it only spurred him more on.

"So fucking hot. So fucking hot," he panted to himself, not caring that his mouth was right at Blaine's ear, and it made Blaine whimper behind his gag.

To pull himself back to reality Kurt took a firmer grip around Blaine's hip and slowed his thrusts to deep and hard, arching his back to ram right against Blaine's prostate. The man under him responded by curling his back, making his ass more accessible for Kurt and crash his forehead down in the mattress.

"Hnnnnng. Hmmmm," Blaine roared into the tie as he spilled all over the bedspread.

Blaine's elbows buckled under him, letting his upper body fall on the bed in his own semen. Kurt slipped his hand down to rest on the bedspread, upping his speed with tiny grunts as he kept fucking Blaine hard against his prostate even though Blaine was now whimpering in possible pain.

"Yes. Yes. So hot, so hot," Kurt grunted as his hips started to work erratically against Blaine's ass and he was filling the condom, hot and slippery around his overworked cock.

In a foggy haze Kurt released all control of himself and fell down atop of Blaine. He was heaving for air, Blaine's own overloaded lungs making his entire torso constantly expand and retract not doing anything to make it easier for Kurt to get back to himself.

After a minute of ordering his limbs back to work Kurt rolled to his back next to Blaine. He kept his eyes closed and tried focusing on his breathing. He was sure he hadn't been this drained of energy for ages.

It only took a second before he could feel Blaine get off the bed. Kurt didn't open his eyes to see where he was going and he didn't ask. He stuck to his own, not even daring to think that he actually had to get his clothes back on.

"Auch!" Something cold and hard had hit his ribs. He opened his eyes and looked down, seeing a bottle of water lying next to him. He let his head drop back to the mattress under him, but rose back to his elbows and pulled the condom off, carefully tying it up and letting it drop to the floor next to the bed.

"Drink. So you don't get dehydrated," Blaine said.

He was stark naked taking a step towards the bed before he grabbed around the bedspread. He lifted it and Kurt got the hint. He fought himself to lift on his elbows so Blaine could pull it off and let it fall to a pile on the floor. Then they both went to lie all the way up the bed, instead halfway up the way they had done ten minutes ago.

"Drink, I said," Blaine repeated and grabbed the unopened bottle on the bed to put it on Kurt's stomach. It was ice cold and felt like it was boring into his skin. He stared down at it and then back to Blaine who had almost emptied his own bottle.

"What are you, my health counselor?" Kurt snarled at him, but took the bottle anyway.

"Just do it, you look trashed," Blaine groaned with a grin and put his own bottle on the nightstand next to him.

It was true. Kurt felt like he could empty a river. His throat was rasp and his head was spinning. He was so exhausted he had to fight to keep his eyes open. The bedding was soft on his skin, and he didn't even think about it when he kicked off his pants all the way before he obeyed and drank half the water.

"Fuck that was good. I'm so tired I could sleep for a week now," Blaine mumbled dozily, ending with a yawn.

xXx

Kurt's neck felt completely stiff. His one side was freezing cold, but the side he was lying on was warm. His front, on the other hand, was hot as a furnace. He was pressed against another naked body, his dick rock hard and pressed between two firm ass cheeks.

He was still running on the aftermath of the alcohol. His temples were throbbing and his tongue felt like it was covered in sandpaper. When he raised his head from the pillow he was sure he could hear his spine crack.

By Kurt's awkward moving the person in front of him expressed a groan and Kurt could feel the vibrations in his chest, and he was reminded of how hard he was.

"Fuck," the guy in front of him mumbled.

"You're so hard."

Blaine's voice was gravelly and low, as hazy as Kurt felt, but damn if it wasn't true.

A quick flash in his head reminded him that he had dropped his last condom on the bed behind him and quickly reached behind him to find it. He fumbled around for a moment but was relieved to find it quickly. His hips were rutting against the man's ass, receiving moans and rubbing from Blaine in return.

Like he was on fast forward Kurt had the condom open and rolled over his erection in heartbeat. He grabbed Blaine's ass, making him move his leg forwards, opening himself for Kurt.

There wasn't any need for more stretching. Blaine's hole was still open and lax after earlier, so Kurt pushed right into him, his nails digging into the flesh of his ass. When he was seated as good as possible he let his hand drift to Blaine's hip, grabbing firmly and started to awkwardly move his hips.

He almost couldn't get himself out of Blaine's hole, so he settled for working hard inside of the man. His dick felt like it was burning and his balls were on the edge of explosion. This was not to make it last, he simply needed to come.

"Shit, yes – you're so fucking big!" Blaine moaned, his face mushed into the pillow as he kept his back arched for his ass bucking towards Kurt.

Taking a boost to his ego Kurt pushed Blaine's torso down on the bed, rising on arm so he could get a better angle to pump his cock with much easier way of going in and out in the new position.

This round didn't take long. He could already feel the well-known sensation in his belly, rumbling and disturbing. His dick almost felt like the skin was starting to burn off and he needed to keep his eyes closed because they were itching and stinging.

"God. Fuck me there – right there!" Blaine whined into the pillow, pushing his ass back against Kurt's hips.

Kurt was so close, it wouldn't be long – so he made a snap decision. He released his hand from Blaine's hip and reached around the man to grab around his cock. Without having any idea what the he was doing he started wanking him off, quick and hard.

I'm touching another man's cock. I'm jerking another man off. What am I doing? Feels so good, so hard and heavy, Kurt thought and gave a growl.

He was coming again. It was like his sac was curling up. His hair was clasped against his sweaty forehead and his arm was threatening to let him fall. He could feel the friction from his thrusting against Blaine's ass work through his own body, and somehow it was like the feeling of coming inside the condom was like slicking himself up in a boiling liquid.

"You fucking – fuck!" Kurt whimpered and bit down on his lower lip as his hips slowly stopped working.

But Blaine hadn't come yet. Kurt didn't know why but he just kept his hand working around him. He opened his eyes and watched as Blaine grabbed around a fistful of the comforter under them, and the way he was boring one side of his face down in the pillow. The visible side of his face showed his mouth slightly ajar in a perfect 'O'. A drop of sweat was caught in his eyebrow and his face was shimmering with sweat. He looked peaceful and blissed out.

Kurt twisted his wrist lightly and ran his thumb through the pre-come on Blaine's head.

"Ooooh... ooooh yesss, yess like that," Blaine whined sorely and all sound left his mouth.

His hips started moving and Kurt's hand turned warm and wet. There was sperm everywhere and Kurt closed his eyes, squeezing them as hard as he could.

A man just came on my hand. Another man just unloaded all over my hand – because I jerked him to release,he thought, not knowing whether it was terror or pride that was bubbling in his chest.

He hurried to release his hand, making sure he wiped as much come off on the way. Blaine stayed on his front, now falling down to lie completely splayed out with his entire backside naked and on display.

"So many orgasms, Mr. Straight-Man. No straight guy fucks ass like you do," Blaine choked out, sounding utterly sated and spent.

The haze was starting to lift off Kurt's brain. He knew that he wasn't completely sober yet, but he definitely wasn't drunk anymore either. He hurried to sit up and looked desperately around the room.

A clock. He needed to know what time it was. At least it was dark outside, the only light in the room from the lamp in the ceiling over their heads.

"No no no. This never happened. What the fuck is going on?" Kurt complained, his voice so used up he almost couldn't recognize it himself. He couldn't believe he had let himself fall asleep. Not to mention wake up and go at it again.

He was on his feet in no time. Swaying around as he grasped for his clothes, pulling it on in a haste that had him almost fall down.

"I'm sorry to break it to you, but it did. Twice. And it was good. You really know how to fuck. I'm not sure I'll be able to sit down tomorrow," Blaine mumbled thickly as he turned to lie on his side. By some insane irony his way of being curled up reminded Kurt of a sleepy child, his brown eyes only adding to the image. Not what he needed right now.

"I don't wanna hear it. I'm gonna... I'm gonna get out and I will never see you again, you got that? Never! This is over!" Kurt stammered, his voice shaky.

He was fumbling to button up his shirt, doing it all wrong and crooked but not caring the least. He ran to the bathroom on bare feet, hurrying to wash his hands and rinse his mouth before he rushed back and shoved his socks into the pockets of his coat. He had his shoes on in no time, not even wasting a second to tie the laces.

Blaine was snoring on the bed, not even bothered to cover up his naked frame.

This time Kurt didn't leave any money. Tears were already prickling out from his eyes when he opened the door and ran down the hall. He didn't have patience for the elevator and ran as fast as he could down the stairs and was in the reception before he realized it.

He felt like he was having an out of body experience. He was on the cold Manhattan street, looking for a cab with dressed up people on their way to clubs and parties, or on their way back home. He still had no idea what time it was, but the moment he was in the cab and had given the driver his address he hid his face in his hands and allowed his sobbing to take over.

He cried all the way back to Queens. He didn't think any further when he handed the driver some money and tumbled out in the street. The entire neighborhood was silent, like a parallel universe.

The house was dark, and he knew that everyone would be asleep. It took him two minutes to find his key. He bit his lips hard together, forcing himself to not sob loudly as the feeling of home overtook him when he entered the dark house.

Please don't let Marley wake up. Please don't let Marley wake up. Please don't let Marley wake up.

When he started tiptoeing up the stairs he realized that he would have to go in and sleep next to her. He was smelling like sweat and sex and a stranger's deodorant, smelled like another man. Surely she would notice when she woke up in the morning, and if he started to shower now he would definitely wake her up.

So he stripped out of his clothes and slipped under the sheets in the guest bedroom. He could always tell her that he hadn't want to wake her up when he came home drunk.

The moment he was lying down in the dark, looking around the room that was decorated with drawings from the kids and pictures of the family with fresh flowers from Marley's shop on the dresser, he broke back into a sob. After only a few minutes the pillowcase was already soaked in tears and spit.

I am the worst person in the world. I don't even deserve to go back to that bed tomorrow. She should hate me, despise me. How could I ever treat her like this?

But the worst part was probably the little voice in the back of his head that he had done everything to ignore since his first encounter with Blaine: how much more right he felt with the hands of a man on his body, than with the hands of a woman – the hands of his wife.