“What y'wanna do tday?” Kurt grinned into Blaine's bare side, nipping and tonguing at his warm skin as he stretched lazily, back and shoulders cracking. He loved Blaine like this in the morning, he loved Blaine all day, everyday, in every way but this was his most favourite Blaine, aside from Captain Blaine, of course.

Morning rough and sleepy Blaine was just gorgeous, and Kurt had snapped many a photo from his past experiences to keep the memory if what ever his own eyes weren't doing a good enough job that day. His voice rasped and croaky, thundering through his chest, his eyes hooded and barely open and from what little Kurt could see his iris's were blown and dark, heated and rimmed with a burning golden. Blaine's arm tightened around Kurt's waist and his fingers danced and drummed up and down his spine, teasingly, expectantly.

“Hmm, let's see, breakfast?” Kurt nosed along Blaine's ribcage, poking into the defined dips and ridges, causing Blaine to wriggle lightly and hum deeply.

“In bed?”

“Of course,” Kurt slowly started to move so that he was facing Blaine's smooth chest, he kissed a path around one smooth breast plate and up and down his sternum as Blaine's hand on his back glided lower, a finger dipping into the indents just above the smooth and firm flesh of Kurt's behind.

“And then?” Kurt slid expertly in between Blaine's parting legs, knees knocking and one bent up and gently resting in the crook Blaine's inner thigh and crotch, his arms coming up to fold and rest over Blaine's stomach as he balanced his chin atop them. He tilted his head and looked up, bright blue eyes sparkling and mischievous meeting dark, whisky like orbs, practically smouldering, partially covered by heavy lids and lashes so dark and long and fanned that they ever had the right to be.

“And then maybe a walk?” Blaine made a face, nose scrunching up playfully, and using his free hand to pull Kurt's hand up from under his chin and up to his waiting lips.

“It's our anniversary weekend, we have the whole weekend together-not working for the first time in what feels like forever, and you want to walk?” He pressed his lips to each of Kurt's fingers tips, before turning his hand over and doing the same with his knuckles, his tongue teasing like his words and the playful lilt of his deep voice.

“The movies then? Lunch at that place by the lake, and then a walk around the water afterwards, could feed the ducks?” Blaine smiled against Kurt's palm and pressed a soft watery kiss to the centre, he laughed when Kurt feigned a disgusted face and pulled him up by his upper arms until their mouths met softly and Kurt was pressed up nice and close against him chest to chest, thigh to thigh. After around Six months together they had finally been able to master the art of how to lie, how to stand, how to cuddle together with their slight height differences, they knew how to be, how they needed each other, they just knew.    

Blaine's hand continued to mould the shape of Kurt's ass, kneading rhythmically, soft and oh so very arousing, a slow heat building deliciously between them, Kurt couldn't contain the small whimper and droop of his eyelids. He whispered against Blaine's lips, noses brushing together, “We could take a blanket and sit on the dock, watch what shapes the clouds make-”

Blaine moved his lips to Kurt's strong jaw and up and over his cheek bones, Kurt was being playfully difficult and teasingly stubborn, testing and challenging, and Blaine loved it. “We watch clouds everyday-”

“We could lie there until dark, count the constellations, wait until it's quiet and everyone has gone home like good people and then…”

“And then?” Blaine's palm gripped Kurt's ass cheek tightly, his fingers spreading and widening until one finger was able to breakaway and dip into the crease, Kurt whined a little louder and dropped his head, mouthing at Blaine's morning stubble across his upper lip, exciting himself even more at the thought that there was no need for him to shave today or tomorrow, his skin tingled at the memory of the slight addictive burn those dark, course hairs can leave.

“I think you could work out the rest for yourself Captain, you're a smart guy, being able to fly an airplane and all, excuse me for thinking that you may want to look at the sky in a different scenario tonight, a one involving me... and my mouth,”

Now they would be lying if they said that they hadn't ever taken their everyday jobs and explored them a little more…differently in the form of bedroom style role-play. Kurt has seen himself dressed in only Blaine's captain's hat and gold striped tie with Blaine panting and thrusting beneath him, far too many times than he'd care to think about. Sometimes those words and names, the roles, just slip out, and they're like sex buttons when they do, well known mutual codes for ‘Now god damn it, fuck me now.'

Aside from that, they do try and keep their respective work and home lives as separate as possible, such as only discussing their work days as far as pleasantries go and allowing a little allocated time for a ‘gossip and cruel to be kind bitching' session, because when Julie from Arrivals came into work that time with an extra large chest busting through her blouse, nobody took ‘hormonal imbalance' very seriously at all, and it just had to be discussed.

Yes it is stated in the Airline's employee's contracts and policies and procedures, that any fraternizing between colleagues during work hours, especially in front of paying customers and passengers of any sort, is strictly prohibited. And for the first year or so of their relationship they had done extremely well to keep themselves under wraps, apart from the handful of their closest friends within the Airline that they had told.

It wasn't a secret nor was it a sin or anything of the like, hell Brad from Ground crew and his wife Nora from Customer care, certainly didn't care about who knew about their Thirteen years of marriage and whose job it was to buy soap powder.

But on their Eighteenth month together when Kurt found himself panting, trying to catch his breath, with his skin cooling against Blaine's moist back, he couldn't stop himself from whispering into the dark room, asking him to pack up his condo and move in with him, and this made things even more excitingly difficult at work.

They tended to work the same shifts and flights, not always but mostly, not by choice or any deliberate planning, just the way their rota's aligned, it also worked out nicely meaning they had the same off-rota times, such as this weekend for example, or maybe Blaine gave his supervisor a small nudge and wink and charming smile and a heads up of their upcoming little celebration.

Ok so maybe because of their own superior status's and dedicated time within the Airline they could dictate their own working hours, it's not like they could do anything anyway, they just liked to be close to each other, and god forbid if anything should happen that nobody ever wants to happen aboard an airplane, well at least they would be together.

Recently after they moved in together, they both opted for short-haul flights, ones which didn't require them to stay away over night or if they had to not for too long. Blaine decided not to sell his condo when he moved into Kurt's apartment but rent it out instead, he used the monthly earnings to put into a savings account dedicated to looking for something more stable, more future like, and Kurt did the same with the money that he had saved from Blaine moving in and halving the bills.

Blaine wanted to be around more in case his tenant had any issues or concerns, and honestly he also just wanted to be around more to be with Kurt, to share an actual real domestic life together, grocery shopping, attending appointments, arguing over the TiVo.

They chose Kurt's place as it was a little closer to work, a little more central to most things, and just generally nicer and cosier. Yes it was a little on the small side, but it would do for now, Blaine's building was state of the art and big and new but it was generic, as a Pilot he had spent more time in swanky hotels than he had his own home and genuinely he preferred the springs in Kurt's mattress and the squeak of his bath tub. These were all details that Blaine had been taking mental notes of, details he wanted to add to a new home, a home to share, a home to keep forever.

They met for the first time on a long haul flight to Hawaii, Kurt had recently just celebrated his promotion to Cabin Crew manager, when he breathlessly greeted Blaine aboard the aircraft for his first flight with his new company. Their smiles and eye contact had been warm and welcoming and lingering, and the tickle and brush of their handshakes had been ones that nobody else had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. The flight had been hot that day, too hot, stifling and clammy and so very long, and let's just say that Blaine-and his co-pilot of course- very much appreciated the never ending supply of ice-cold lemonades and little bowls of M&M's that Kurt would happily bring in to the cockpit.

When they landed at Honolulu airport a little over 10 hours later, with a day off ahead of them, Kurt checked into his room at the typical staffing hotel and to be honest didn't see much of it, but Blaine's suite was very nice indeed. 

They would carpool to the airport together most days, departing with one last peck before Kurt would slide out of the passenger seat of Blaine's Volvo and then Blaine would give it a couple of minutes before getting out and following the path Kurt had taken across the lot to the terminal building.

By then pretty much everybody they worked with and had even just acquainted within the airport, their airline and the other competitive companies around them, knew of their relationship, but it was still professional and a little fun to put on a show, they were both from performance arts backgrounds after all.

Now, Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and groaned deep and guttural, his body shivering with anticipation, a mix of what he had secretly planned for Kurt, today and their future together, and as Kurt's previous words whispered hot and heady and shot straight down South. Blaine's finger tip brushed the dry puckering skin between Kurt's cheeks, causing Kurt to undulate on top of him, against him, flinging his head back exposing the creamy column of his throat, an invitation for Blaine to push up and latch on, mouthing at his Adams apple.

“I want, god, do I want-”

Kurt huffed out a breathless laugh at Blaine's sudden neediness as he lifted his hips up and gently down, slowly and teasing, both men had already been well on their way to half hardness before both were even fully awake this morning, and were now straining against each other's lower stomachs, ready and waiting, the aches and discomforts from last night's activities and celebrations were now just an easy pleasant throb, but there was no rush, there was still a lot of teasing to be done, and both men knew it.

“What do you want Blaine, what do you want to do?”

“Do-have you ever, do you think we'll ever get the chance, you know to get the airplane alone?” Kurt dropped his forehead to the pillow beside Blaine's gel-free curly head and laughed, the sound soft and delicious in Blaine's ear as he grinned and nipped against Kurt's shoulder, sucked at his clavicle.

“We did come close that time, you know when-”

Blaine laughed this time, his breath blowing warm against Kurt's collarbone, “yeah I remember,” he kissed a trail up Kurt's neck, his jaw and then his lips when Kurt lifted his head back up and turned, looking directly into Blaine's eyes, his own green and grey glazed and utterly beautiful, shining with love and reverence like every memory from the past two years they had shared together were flashing before his very eyes. “You know, for two people who work up in the air, who fly everyday, I'd say we're pretty lame losers and have undoubtedly failed when it comes to the mile high club initiation process,”

Blaine's face lit up as Kurt giggled high and breathy once more, his head falling to Blaine's shoulder, this form of intimacy, going from heated deep rooted arousal to giddiness and hysterical humour not minutes later, was something Blaine would always love about being with Kurt, the natural beauty and comfort of it all, made something clench in his chest every time.   

Kurt lifted his head once more, a smile still spread over his lips, white and toothy, eyes crinkling, he moved his hands up to Blaine's hair and spread his fingers evenly throughout the curls. Blaine's arms moved up and wrapped tight around Kurt's shoulders, his hands clasping together behind Kurt's shoulder blades. The mutual arousal between them was still there, pungent and slow building, the same as each man's eager but patient erection, they were certainly not going anywhere that was for sure, but there was time for that still, always.

“We've had some good times haven't we?”

“The best,” Kurt nodded and cupped Blaine's face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over his lips.

“The absolute best, what do you really want to do today honey, seriously, anything you want?”

“Anything?” Blaine grinned up at him, his eyes glazing with something exciting, something hidden, a special secret just for them, Kurt closed the distance between their faces and pressed his lips soft and chaste to Blaine's.

“Anything, tell me,” he whispered, Blaine lifted his head and brushed his lips alongside Kurt's ear.

“I want to make love to you,” Kurt smiled, nipping at Blaine's lower lip.

“Done,”

“Then I want you to make the eggs in that way that you do, and I'll marinate the sausages with that stuff you like-” At that Kurt's stomach let out an appreciative rumble.

“That could be arranged-”

“Then we'll shower, get dressed, and we'll go for a walk-”

“Blaine we don't have to-”

“To the real-estates and pick up the keys for our new home and-”

“Wait, w-what?” Kurt shot up, his hands clamping down hard on Blaine's chest, making him huff out a breathless laugh and hold on to Kurt's arms, whilst smiling up at him innocently, letting him work it out, “w-we got it? How-when?”

“We got it sweetheart, they accepted our offer and everything has gone through, no upper chain, all ready for us, I got the call yesterday but then we-”

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders pulling him up into an awkward sitting position, knees and legs bent so that Kurt was practically sitting in Blaine's lap, with the sheets draped around their thighs. Kurt was beaming, face lit up in utter delight, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, beautiful and Blaine wanted to take a picture in that very moment, “Oh my god, you sneaky asshole, you sneaky gorgeous, beautiful amazing asshole, I love you so much-”

And then they were lying down again, laughing and rolling over the sheets until Kurt was on his back and Blaine was hovering over him, a face splitting grin and eyes so bright and clear and weirdly beautiful and different, Kurt felt like he could actually fall into them,

“let's go, let's get dressed, lets go get our house-” Kurt tried pulling himself up, pushing playfully at Blaine's shoulders, but Blaine clearly had other ideas. He moved a hand between Kurt's legs as his chin dipped and found the hollow Kurt's throat, and all coherent thoughts were lost on Kurt in that moment  as he feel back to the mattress with a gasp.

“B-Blaine, oh god, honey-” Blaine moved to Kurt's ear as his fingers rubbed and brushed, prodded and teased, his breath ghost warm over Kurt skins, sending shivers down his spine, his voice pitched low, hushed and rasped, a hint playful and oh so determined.

“Good morning Mr Hummel, this is your Captain speaking-”