It was hard to hold back. The past couple months Kurt had kept himself busy on purpose to avoid being lonely and thinking about what could have been or still could be. Now here was Blaine, right beside him, and telling Kurt he felt the same way Kurt did. He wanted to launch himself at Blaine, cover him with his body and his mouth and tell him to take him right then and there, cabbie checking them out in the rear view mirror or not.

Instead Kurt just forced himself to make conversation after they had kissed and tried to mentally will away the bulge in his pants so he could get through the next little while without becoming a total bumbling mess. He had been doing so well since coming to New York, able to fend off would be suitors in favor of waiting to see if the connection he had felt with Blaine before would still be there when they were reunited.

It was.

So he babbled about the most ridiculous of things to try and keep himself occupied and avoid how Blaine kept staring at his lips like they were dinner.

"This is the way I walk to work."
"That pizza place makes gluten free dough but its so not worth it."
"I stubbed my toe on that curb a couple weeks ago."

To Blaines credit he seemed to be listening to Kurt, or at the very least not laughing at his randomness. A hand had been set on Kurts thigh with a thumb that rubbed itself back and forth over the fabric of Kurts pants. It was distracting, and all too close to Kurts crotch. It was idiotic how much that gave him a flush up his ears and down his cheeks. One would think he was some kind of bashful virgin instead of the bed post notching playboy he was, or at least, had been.

It took far too long for the cabbie to reach Kurts apartment, and he made sure to give the man a generous tip since he had been good about keeping quiet through his creepy leering. Blaine had packed light, and there was only the one bag he kept held over his shoulder. Kurt wished he had brought more, so he had something to busy his hands with or at least hold over his groin to hide the arousal he was sure anyone would be able to see. Instead he kept a foot ahead of Blaine as he led him into the building and up the stairs. That way, he at least wouldnt have to be embarrassed in front of Blaine.

The apartment was cozy, and Blaines scan as he entered through the front door was about as much of a tour as hed need since everything was visible from that vantage point.

"Where do you usually sleep?"

"Oh..." Kurt opened the door to the side of the the petite kitchenette, revealing the crawl space sized room he called his own with barely space for a single bed. "Rent in New York is insane for a bachelor suite..."

Blaine looked at the bed and Kurt rotated his shoulders back and looked down at the ground. It was almost as embarrassing as allowing Blaine to see the erection that was finally drooping down now; his little Harry Potter like existence in what used to be a pantry. The dorms had been luxury compared this.

"I can stay in a hotel Kurt... I did put away some money..."

"That you should save for taking me out instead. Its okay. Elliott knows and is expecting you to borrow his bed."

Blaine smiled weakly and nodded, setting his bag down on huge couch that was only a hairs breath from the doorway. "And whats on the agenda for tonight?"

Kurt shrugged. It was Monday night; dark night on Broadway. The only night theyd have free to spend together during Blaines time in New York. "We could stay in or do the tourist thing. You know, even though Ive been here for two months Ive barely seen any of the sights."

"Yeah… yeah…. I mean… I came here once when I was real little and got dragged around by my parents… would be a lot different now that I have grown up eyes."

"Or…." Kurt sucked in a breath, now considering how he had never really noticed how salmon colored Blaines lips were, or how there was always a light shadow over his upper lip where his would-be mustache tried to grow in. "... ah…."

"Lose your train of thought?" Blaine said with a hush, eyes snapping onto Kurts. It couldnt be fair that Blaines eyes were already darker than Kurts, making it so much harder to judge how much desire he was feeling compared to what Blaine was no doubt seeing clearly in Kurts eyes.

"... Yeah."

Who hit who with their chests was a mystery in the rush that followed as both men flung themselves at the other, both stumbling back in Blaines direction as the force put them off balance until they managed to fall gracelessly into the worn out couch that Kurt despised. It was hardly the plan, not that there was one to begin with, but Kurt had been sure he would have been able to maintain his cool for at least a day before it came to this. Lips being drawn on with the tips of tongues before becoming tangled up with one another and grazing over teeth and along gums. Kurt had grabbed a fistful of hair that was rapidly losing its gel as he coiled his fingers through it while the other hand wound itself around Blaines hip. Blaine had mirrored what Kurts hands were doing, just on the opposite side, and rocked his hips up against Kurts.

It was so easy to fall into this, but more than that, it was so plainly right.

Time was lost this way as they worked into a natural rhythm with one another, gentle brushing of their bodies back and forth as they familiarized themselves with the mouth of the other. Kissing had never been like this for Kurt before. Sure, it had been passionate and eager, and with a good bit of alcohol in him he could get downright thirsty for it. This though had all those qualities, but it was also intimate in a way hed never experienced before and couldnt quite place.

It only took occasional pauses in their lip worship to peel off their clothing, leaving a mess over the carpet that was probably more of an improvement to the shag than Kurt would ever admit to Elliott. Then they resumed sliding against one another, completely naked, and with the lights on Kurt could see just how much they contrasted. Blaine was tawny and Kurt was cream. Blaine had all his muscles built into his thighs while Kurts were on his abdomen. Both the men had hair on their bodies, but Kurts was so fair it could pass as non existent while Blaine had a rugged, mountain man quality to him. Even their cocks were different. Blaine had an extra line of skin below the head of his cock where his foreskin drew up when he was flaccid while Kurt was the victim of infant circumcision. Blaines cock was slightly longer but Kurt had girth to make up for that, and damn did he want to use it on the man under him.

"We… oh… condoms?" Blaine stuttered, having to pull his plushed lips back in order to utter those words. Kurt nodded and slipped backwards, standing off of Blaine and quickly fishing under his bed for one of his storage bins as he mentally cursed himself for not planning for this eventuality and having it all out and at the ready.

"I could look at your naked ass all day…"

Kurt chuckled, looking back over his shoulder at Blaine and purposely wiggled his bent over buttoxs which was on display. "Id really like you to do more than just look at it."

"Never figured you for a bottom… I mean… I know you probably switch like every other guy I know but you seem like…. well you seemed like..-"

"I usually top Blaine." Kurt quickly noted, grabbing the necessary items and stepping back to Blaine where he straddled himself back over his body. "But fuck if you dont know how to make me want to lose control. Its just… I dont know… I guess its trust that youll take care of me if I let go like that. I dont need to watch out for myself."

Blaine flashed Kurt a grin before bowing his head down into the crook of Kurts neck and nibbling along his collarbone, stopping only to reply. "Like I said… I could look at you all day… watch over you… I may sound like a romantic sap, but theres nothing Id like to do more."

With a shuddering sigh, Kurt tipped his head back.

I know, he told himself, and I want you to.

AuntieSnix
I bet $20 that Blaine comes back hobbling.

Quintessential
Oh please. Thats hardly anything to bet on. May as well bet on the sky being blue.

FondueForMew
Actually the sky has no distinct color. Our eyes pick up the blue that is scattered from particle to particle.

KittysKorner
So..... Double or nothing then?