They can’t help but giggle as they run around corner after corner, hands holding tight as if they worry to lose each other. “Ssh! We don’t want to wake everybody, do we?” Blaine giggles, while Kurt drags him to an area of the ship he is never been to. “Your room is pretty much on the other end of the ship, you know that?” Kurt grins. “We are almost there, trust me.” They make it undiscovered to Kurt’s room, only stopping occasionally to steal a kiss from each other, hidden in a corner. When they reach his door, Kurt can’t open it right away, hands trembling and mind distracted by Blaine’s hands moving over his stomach and Blaine’s chest pressed against his back. Finally, finally he gets it unlocked and they rush inside.

As soon as they stand inside, they seem to notice what is about to happen. Suddenly shy, Kurt clears his throat. “You can put your jacket on the couch. Do- do you want to drink something, or can I get you anything else?” Blaine shakes his head. He recognizes a row of pictures on a table next to the couch and curious about Kurt’s past he walks towards them. On the way he peels off his jacket, as well as the thin scarf he is wearing, and puts them on a chair. When he is close enough to look at them, he sits down on the couch. Kurt, realizing what he is doing, sits down behind Blaine, watching him picking up the biggest picture. It shows a man and a woman, as well as a little boy between them. They all smile at the camera, the boy sitting on the woman’s lap, the man standing behind the chair she sits on, a hand lingering on her shoulder. Blaine recognizes them immediately.

“Your mother is beautiful. She has to, because you look exactly like her.” Kurt smiles; he never gets complimented like that. “That was two years before she died. It’s still one of my favorite pictures. We had no idea she was getting sick.” His expression turns a little dreamful as he continues. “Look at my parents. They seem so happy. I miss my mother a lot, mostly when I’m sad or something is wrong.” With that he looks at Blaine again. “After her death it was hard for me, to enjoy anything. But this evening is different. I feel happier than I have ever felt before.” Blaine knows exactly what Kurt is talking about. He feels it too, every problem he has, with his father, his fiancée, his job… Nothing of that matters anymore, not as long as Kurt is there with him. He wants to tell that he knows, that he understands – but there are no words that could describe his feelings. All he can do is to show him.

He connects their lips, putting all his feelings in that kiss, hoping Kurt would recognize them.

Kurt responses instantly, opening his mouth and letting Blaine’s tongue explore it.

Blaine can’t help but wrap his arms around Kurt, their skin just kept apart by their shirts.

One of his hands wanders down Kurt’s chest towards his stomach, slipping under his shirt to wander up again, caressing the smooth skin under his fingertips. Kurt can’t help but letting his head drop on the back of the couch and let out a little moan, followed by a louder one as Blaine starts kissing down his neck.

“Blaine” he tries to sound steady, but the word turns into a gasp when he feels Blaine’s tongue licking at a spot under his ear. He lets his hand slide into the silky hair of Blaine, which had loosened within the last hour, so that they were almost completely curly by now.

Kurt pulls Blaine gently away from his jaw line, just to replace his skin against the other’s mouth with his own lips. They breathe in each others scent, wanting to be able to memorize everything. “Let’s take this to the bed. Please.” Blaine’s says between his kisses. His voice is low and a little rough. He lifts Kurt from the couch, who wraps his legs around Blaine’s hips, their lips not parted for one second. Blaine carries Kurt to the end of the bed, before laying him down on his back. He tries to get back up, but Kurt’s legs don’t let go, and he wraps his arms around Blaine’s neck, pulling him back down to kiss him again. Blaine, happily complying, places a hand on each side of Kurt’s face before he leans in to meet his lips again. They kiss a few moments, getting carried away by their lips and tongues dancing around each other, before Kurt leans up again to scoot back on the mattress, finding a more comfortable position in the middle of the large bed, dragging Blaine with him at the front of his shirt.

Blaine takes a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him. The way Kurt’s hair is messed up from Blaine’s hands roaming through it, his face flushed, his eyes sparkling dark with lust. His breath is going quick, and god, his lips are swollen and red from all the kissing. Blaine can’t hold back a moan any longer and crashes down his lips on the other boy’s mouth again. “You have no idea what you are doing to me Kurt.” He gasps as he tears his lips away again, before trailing a line of open mouthed kisses down his throat again.

Kurt’s moans are getting louder as he throws back his head, his legs pulling Blaine impossibly closer as his grip at Blaine’s curls tightens. Blaine doesn’t realize that Kurt’s hands left his hair to unbutton his shirt until Kurt brushes it off of his shoulders. He gasps at the feeling of slightly cold long and soft fingers sliding over the skin of his back, taking the shirt off completely and throwing it away, not caring where it lands. Suddenly, Kurt rolls them over, straddling Blaine’s body with his own now. He leans back a little bit to take in the sight in front of him. His fingertips ghost over Blaine’s chest, earning another moan as they stroke over his nipples. Their lips find each other again, while Blaine’s hands start to take off the other boy’s shirt too, exploring Kurt’s new revealed skin in the process.

The way they move together makes his already tight pants much more uncomfortable, and to know that Kurt’s crotch is only a few inches away from his own doesn’t help either. When Kurt’s fingers meet his right nipple again his hips jerk up involuntary. The friction is almost too much for both of them, causing Kurt’s knees to shake and buckle at the sensation, bringing their hard-on’s together once more. “Oh god” Kurt exhales shakily, pressing his hips down to get more of that feeling. Blaine’s hands wander down Kurt’s back, finally resting on his ass, supping his cheeks. Kurt rolls down from Blaine’s body to cup his now fully erected member, not breaking their kiss for one second. Blaine bites down on Kurt’s lower lip at the feeling of Kurt’s hand palming him through his pants. With a groan he slides a hand between their bodies to open Kurt’s pants, while Kurt’s fingers fumble with the button of his own pants. Finally they manage to pull them down, Kurt tossing them aside while reconnecting his lips with Blaine’s. Blaine can’t think properly anymore, feeling Kurt’s heated skin burning against his, his fingers pulling at his hair and his lips sliding against his. He loses himself at the sensation, at every touch of Kurt’s fingers, until he sees them removing the other boy’s underwear. His breath hitches when Kurt’s cock springs free, throbbing against his stomach. The hot wave of arousal that crashes over him at that moment shows him, that he was right all along.

I definitely like boys.

He doesn’t realize that he stares at the other boy intensely until Kurt clears his throat, biting on his lips.  “Can I?” he asks with a breathless voice, looking down to Blaine’s own cock.

Blaine only nods, not trusting his voice at the moment. He sighs in relief when Kurt finally removes the pressure on his erection, watching Kurt’s eyes widen as his gaze meets Blaine’s cock. Blaine slowly reaches out to take Kurt’s leaking member in his hand, slowly stroking up and down, earning the most exquisite noises from Kurt. In awe he watches him falling apart beneath his hand. “You are so beautiful like that.” He murmurs, before he directs Kurt to lie on his back, hovering above him. He intertwines his left hand with Kurt’s, resting them on the pillow above his head, before capturing his lips in another kiss. Finally he lowers his hips, letting his bare cock sliding against Kurt’s. Neither of them is prepared to the burning pleasure caused by their movement together, the friction intensified by their mixed pre-come. Blaine grinds down his hips again, every nerve of his body focused on the feeling of their cocks trapped between their bodies. The whole time his lips are attached to Kurt’s neck, while the other boy is scratching his nails across his back and neck, trying to pull him closer without interjecting the steady rhythm of hips jerking up or grinding down. Blaine can already feel the heat coiling up in his lower half announcing his orgasm. “God Kurt, I won’t last any longer” his voice sounds broken, but he doesn’t even notice, preoccupied by the feeling of pure pleasure as well as Kurt’s bright blue eyes staring up at him, not blinking once. Kurt whines Blaine's name and the whimper of oh god I'm going to come sends Blaine over the edge, Kurt following soon after, both spreading their come between their chests. They don't care about the stickiness as they come down from their orgasms, collapsing on the bed.
Kurt is resting his head on Blaine’s chest, wrapping his arms about his waist. Blaine plants a gentle kiss on his head, encircling his shoulders in an embrace.
"That was wonderful." Kurt whispers, nuzzling his face into Blaine's chest. Blaine hums in agreement, feeling exhaustion washing over him.
Soon they drift away, feeling completely save and warm in each others arms.

They both know that they aren't taking things slow exactly. They know that this moment is going to change their entire lives, bonding them in a way they can't describe or understand completely. But none of that matters right now, because it feels so right. This moment is about love, nothing else.