"Babe? You here?"

Blaine stepped through his front door, looking around curiously. He had hoped that Kurt wouldn't have trouble getting into his apartment. He had given his boyfriend his extra key after lunch and asked him if he would come and stay again that night. Kurt had bit his lip hesitantly before blurting out:

"Only if you won't be offended if I clean it while you're still at work. I'm so crazy about you, so don't take this personally, because I know you're just a typical boy... but I can't eat and sleep in a place where I can literally watch mold and dust bunnies forming!"

Blaine had promptly burst into laughter and told Kurt that he would be far from offended. Kurt had happily departed then, key in hand, proclaiming that he had a stop to make for cleaning supplies because he shuddered to think what Blaine considered essential in that department. Blaine decided not to confirm his suspicions by telling him that his current supplies consisted of a broom and some Clorox wipes.

He had called his building the moment Kurt had left, making sure Bernard was aware of Kurt's impending arrival, and that they elderly doorman wouldn't give his boyfriend a hard time.

Apparently he had gotten in just fine. Blaine looked around, and sniffed appreciatively. Somehow, in just a few short hours, his apartment had taken on not only a sparkling clean appearance, it also smelled like cinnamon. He glanced around briefly, taking everything in. He was fairly certain that his place had not looked this good ever, not even when he had first moved in.

He wondered briefly if his boyfriend could get any more perfect.

He headed toward his bedroom when he caught a glimpse of the flickering glow of candles from the doorway.

Ooo! That's where the cinnamon is coming from!

What he saw when he walked through the door made him realize that, yes, his boyfriend could indeed get even more perfect.

His throat went dry and his breath caught in his throat. He froze in place within the doorway. Kurt was spread out on his bed, completely stripped down. Blaine watched, mouth hanging open, as Kurt's back arched slightly in the air, off the bed. He was holding tightly to one leg, pressing it firmly against his chest. His other leg fell carelessly to the side, leaving him spread wide open. The fingers of his free hand were slipping easily in and out of his now-stretched hole. Blaine couldn't help the longing sigh that left his mouth when Kurt moaned, legs shaking just a bit when he thrust his fingers in at just the right angle.

Kurt's eyes opened at the sound and a slow grin spread across his face.

"Thank god you're finally here." He held out the hand that was holding back his leg and reached needy fingers toward Blaine. "I was trying to time it out perfectly so that I'd be ready just in time for you. I was afraid you'd take too long though and I'd be too tempted to just keep going. Get your dick over here and fuck me."

Blaine grinned and broke from his temporary paralysis, stumbling out of his pants as he leapt toward the bed.

"Holy fucking shit, Kurt! This is so fucking hot!"

"I'm glad you think so," Kurt laughed softly, pulling at the buttons of Blaine's shirt to remove the last layer of clothing. "I was kind of nervous that you'd find it weird instead. I decided to go for it and hope you'd just be turned on."

"Fuck yes, I'm turned on!"

Blaine yanked the shirt off, tossing it to the side, and jumped slightly when he felt Kurt quickly rolling a condom onto him. He was already completely hard. Walking into your bedroom to find your boyfriend naked and actively fucking himself with his fingers would do that to you.

"Eager, huh?" He smirked as he leaned down to run his lips lightly up and down Kurt's neck, settling in between the model's legs.

"Yes," Kurt pushed him back, grabbing his ass to pull him in completely. He let his legs fall to either side as he reached down to grasp Blaine's erection, then thrust his hips up from the bed. They both groaned as Blaine slid inside him, immediately moving together with light little thrusts.

"I've been thinking about you doing me since we had phone sex last night," Kurt panted. "It was so good, but all I've been able to concentrate on is how I wanted the real thing."

"God," Blaine gasped, leaning into a kiss as Kurt's legs wrapped up and around him tightly. "I don't think you could get any more perfect."

Kurt laughed breathlessly, tipping his head back and encouraging Blaine's kisses to move down his neck. He threaded his fingers through Blaine's hair with one hand, sliding his other hand down his boyfriend's back, holding him close.

He sighed in relief, feeling Blaine's weight fall against him. Blaine heard the contented exhale, and smiled as he sucked lightly on Kurt's neck, grinding his hips forward and up. He remembered once again the words Kurt had spoken the first time they had had sex like this. That he had just wanted to feel Blaine's weight on top of him, to feel Blaine inside him, fucking him.

"You just love this, don't you," he whispered, sliding his arms underneath Kurt's back, against the bed. He held Kurt to him closely, pressing down into his boyfriend completely as he fucked into him again. Kurt whimpered, clinging to him tightly.

"God, yes."

"You love to feel me like this, all my weight on top of you, just taking you."

"God, Blaine! Yes!" Kurt's voice was tight and high. His fingertips were pressing into Blaine's back, massaging deeply along with his movements and keeping him as close as possible. Blaine couldn't help but notice though, that there was as slight tension in the way he was clinging to him, a hesitance.

"Tell me you only want me," Kurt choked out. "Tell me I'm the only one you want to fuck like this."

Blaine had to work to not stop his movements, feeling momentarily surprised.

So that's what this is about. God, I hate that woman.

"Baby, you are the only one I want," he wrapped his arms around Kurt as tightly as he could, barely giving them room to maneuver. Kurt just clung to him even more tightly, not seeming to mind.

"You. Only you," he groaned. "I don't want her. I want you. I want you so much. You're so fucking perfect. I just want you."

He felt Kurt sigh into his neck, finally melting into him completely, hesitancy fading away.

"I only want you too," he said softly, pulling back just enough to look Blaine in the eye.

In that second, the moment turned into something else entirely. They both felt it. I had started as this incredibly hot thing, just wanting each other's bodies, just wanting to fuck... at least on the surface. Blaine now realized what Kurt was really needing. Connection, confirmation that they were together in this, that nothing had changed.

He leaned in, lightly pressing the tips of their noses together, looking straight into the wide, blue eyes.

"You, only you," he murmured. He changed his movements, slowing down and rocking deeply, purposefully into his boyfriend, over and over. Kurt held him tightly between his legs, running his hands up and down his back and moving easily with the new motion.

"Only you, Kurt. Just you," Blaine spoke softly, pressing small kisses against his lips.

"Only you," he repeated, whispering against Kurt's lips, jaw and neck as he kissed him everywhere.

Kurt simply gazed up at him, saying nothing, just soaking it all in. He pulled Blaine in for a kiss, letting out a deep breath and humming contentedly against his lips. Pulling Blaine's bottom lip into his mouth, he bit at it softly, enjoying how soft and warm it was in his mouth. Blaine moaned, running his tongue along Kurt's top lip before deepening the kiss and thrusting forward deeply.

"Fuck, Blaine," Kurt gasped into his mouth, finally letting go of his lip and clawing at his back. "Yes, fuck me!"

Blaine sank his head down onto Kurt's shoulder, taking in everything about the moment at once. The way Kurt's fingers dug into his back. The way the model's right heel was digging deeply into his ass, while his left leg had fallen off to the side and shook every time Blaine thrust into him. The way tiny gasps sounded in his ear as Kurt exhaled softly with every movement. The way those gasps were quickly turning into needy whines and desperate moans as they started to move together quickly, aggressively.

Blaine felt a shiver run through him as he felt Kurt's dick stiffen between their stomachs, felt his body jerk sharply beneath him. It still amazed him that feeling another man come could turn him on so completely, drive him so totally insane. Something deeply ingrained within him still said that it should seem weird, but it didn't. It was so incredibly, fucking hot. It was more than that though. It was so intimate, so powerful. All of those thoughts faded away when Kurt spasmed around him, clutching at his back with a high, breathy moan.

Pressing his face down into Kurt's shoulder, he pulled back and rocked forward again, shuddering as he moved. His mouth was open against Kurt's neck, and a gasp caught in his throat as Kurt spasmed once again, tightening around him just as he was coming.

"Shit," he managed to whimper, knowing he'd be embarrassed later at how it was basically a broken sob. He couldn't have given a fuck in the moment though. It was just too fucking good.

Kurt's hold loosened as his entire body relaxed, falling back onto the bed as Blaine leaned into him one last time before pressing a kiss to his lips and rolling off with a happy sigh. He lay next to Kurt's side for a few moments, eyes closed and hand lazily stroking over his boyfriend's hair before scooting off the bed with a little groan.

"Hey, where you going?" Kurt asked groggily.

"Shhh," Blaine leaned down to kiss him again. "Curl up and go to sleep for a bit. I'm just gonna go get us some dinner."

"I can get up too," Kurt murmured sleepily, but he curled onto his side, letting his eyes fall closed.

Blaine chuckled, pulling the comforter that had been pushed to the floor up and over his boyfriend.

"You deserve a nap, trust me. You worked all morning, brought me lunch and gave me blow job, cleaned my apartment, and then gave me amazing sex."

Kurt squinted one eye at him with a surprised expression.

"Wow, I did do all of that today, didn't I? You're right, I do deserve a nap. Go away now so I can sleep and bring me something really yummy for dinner. I earned the calories."

He burrowed down under the covers, waving Blaine away.

"Sure thing, babe," Blaine laughed, hurrying to grab some clothes from his drawer before ducking into the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Blaine walked in through the front door, balancing several bags in his hands, about an hour later. He was surprised to find Kurt already up and waiting for him in the living room, looking like he had just come from the shower.

"Hey, honey," Kurt smiled shyly, quickly stepping forward to take a couple of the bags from his hands and giving Blaine a kiss.

"What's up with you?" Blaine asked with a smile. "Why do you seem all timid all of a sudden? It's adorable, but rather unlike you."

When Kurt just shrugged, Blaine set the rest of the bags aside and pulled him into his arms. Kurt sighed and rested his arms around Blaine's shoulders, letting Blaine pull him in for a kiss.

"Was that whole thing earlier," Kurt started hesitantly, biting his lip. "Was it weird? Was I, like, all annoyingly needy? With the whole, 'tell me I'm the only one you want to be with' stuff? Did I scare you off?"

"Do I look scared off?" Blaine laughed.

"I guess not," Kurt smiled softly. "I'm just not used to being quite so... vulnerable. It's really scary."

Blaine just stared for a moment, trying to figure out how to respond.

"Look," he finally sighed, scooting up onto the kitchen counter and pulling Kurt to him, between his legs. "This is brand new, so we're obviously both gonna be nervous about being completely open with how we're feeling. Add on the fact that we have a pretty unique relationship with its own unique stresses and that makes it even scarier. I can just tell you though that I don't think I've ever wanted to be with someone the way I want to be with you. My heart races and my stomach fills with butterflies the moment you walk into the room. I think about you every second you're not with me. I feel just as vulnerable with you because I know that it would crush me if I lost you now. Every day I'm with you I know that I'm in that much deeper, that it would hurt that much more if I lost you. It makes me want to both hold you close and push you away."

Kurt was watching him with wide eyes. His hands had slipped from around Blaine's neck to around his waist, and he was clutching at his shirt tightly. Blaine ran his hands up and down Kurt's arms as he continued speaking.

"I want to push you away because I'm scared of freaking you out by how quickly I'm falling for you, like I could fool you or something by keeping you at arm's length, and maybe it wouldn't hurt so much once I lost you. That's so stupid though. It would never work. I'm falling harder every moment I'm with you and nothing can stop it now. That makes me want to hold you tighter. Tell you every crazy thought that's going through my head, and then that just makes me scared of losing you again once you see all of my crazy. It's a vicious cycle."

Blaine scrunched up his nose and sighed at this, shrugging his shoulders. Kurt laughed, leaning into him with a heavy sigh of his own.

"I've seen some of your crazy, Blaine. I find it adorable. You're not gonna scare me off either."

"Well," Blaine swallowed, speaking softly. "I guess we just need to trust this. We've been real and honest with each other so far and it's only made us closer. I think we need to just to keep it up. Let each other see our vulnerability and our crazy. It's the only way this is gonna work... and god I want this to work. I've never wanted anything more. You just keep showing me exactly who you are and I'll just keep loving you for it."

They both hesitated, realizing what had just been said. It wasn't exactly 'I love you', but it was awfully close. Blaine waited for Kurt to react. Kurt waited for him to take it back. After a moment he realized that Blaine wasn't going to.

"Okay," Kurt responded quietly, watching Blaine carefully. "Same goes for you though... and I'll... I will too."

Blaine nodded slowly, knowing what they'd managed to say with the scariness of actually saying it yet.

"We found each other," he smiled. "Like, literally against all odds. That's pretty amazing. We just need to go with it."

Kurt smirked.

"You're not gonna burst into a Phil Collins song are you?"

Blaine started laughing.

"Would you think I was totally lame if I did?"

Kurt grinned, pulling him from the counter.

"Yes. Yes I would, but I'd love you for it anyway."

"Who's that?"

"That's Captain Picard."

"Does he know how to use the force?"

"Star TREK, babe. TREK. You're thinking of Star WARS again."

"Right. So there's no 'force' in Star Trek?"

"No."

"K."

Kurt relaxed against Blaine's shoulder, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth. He propped his feet up next to Blaine's on the coffee table, nudging aside the empty containers from their dinner.

"Who's captain beardface?

"What?"

"Big, burly guy with the black beard."

"Commander Riker."

"He'd be kind of hot if we were back in the 90's."

Blaine laughed and shook his head, kissing Kurt's cheek.

"Who's that?"

"Counselor Troi."

"And she can read people's minds?"

"Well, it's more complicated than that. She-"

"Blaine, keep it simple. I'm trying really hard to be interested in this for you."

"Yep, she can read minds."

"And that's not the force?"

"Nope."

...

"When does she put her hair in those cinnamon bun things?"

"That's Princess Leia, babe. From Star Wars. Again, this is Star Trek."

"Are you sure they're totally different?"

*sigh*

"Yes."

Kurt leaned away from Blaine's shoulder and sat back on the couch, offering some popcorn up to Blaine's mouth.

"Do you think she's hot?"

"Who?" Blaine mumbled around his mouthful.

"When Princess Leia has her hair in those weird buns and wears that gold bikini."

"Every straight man on the planet things she's hot in that moment, Kurt."

Kurt's eyes narrowed and he threw a piece of popcorn in Blaine's face.

"You better not ever think about that bikini when we're having sex."

Blaine grabbed a handful for popcorn and threw it right back at Kurt.

"And you better not be thinking about Commander Riker."

"Who?"

"Captain beardface."

"Ah, no worries babe. It is no longer the 90's. My tastes have changed. I no longer find bears attractive."

"Just who do you find attractive?" Blaine bit his lip, crawling up onto the couch on his hands and knees toward Kurt.

"Well," Kurt whispered, lying back and letting Blaine climb on top of him. "I find lately that I'm attracted to really small, straight guys."

"That sounds promising for me," Blaine grinned, pressing down onto him, nuzzling his nose.

"Mmmm," Kurt hummed. "How 'bout you let me show you how attracted I am to you?"

"I have a better idea," Blaine breathed against his neck as he straddled him, rubbing against Kurt's erection with his own.

"That you keep doing this?" Kurt smiled, closing his eyes. "I'm all for it, just let me take my pants off first."

"No," Blaine planted a little kiss on Kurt's lips before leaping up. "I have a favor to return from the other night."

"What is that?" Kurt smiled, watching as Blaine darted off to the kitchen. His grin widened when Blaine bounced back into the room with a can of whipped cream.

"Time for a little 'how long can Kurt speak coherently whilst I thoroughly enjoy sucking on his whipped cream covered cock'. Take of your pants, gorgeous, so I can put that beautiful dick in my mouth."

"God, I love it when you talk like that," Kurt grinned, scrambling out of his pants and tossing them to the side.

"Well," Blaine cocked an eyebrow sassily as he stripped from his own clothes and quickly shook the can in his hand. "You're the one who's gonna do the talking now. Remember, I want hear all things that I don't already know about you, and you have to keep talking the whole time."

Kurt just grinned as Blaine knelt down between his legs, grabbing his thighs and pulling him forward to the edge of the couch. He sank his head back, closing his eyes as Blaine leaned in, spraying a strip of cream along his erection.

"I'm so gonna beat you at this, baby," Kurt smiled. "I bet I'll last way longer than you did."

Blaine didn't say anything, only sank down, wrapping his lips around Kurt, smiling up at him as he began to suck.

Kurt lurched forward a bit unintentionally.

Holy fuck! How the fucking hell is he this good already! I'm in trouble.

He jumped again when he felt a light tap against his leg, and looked down to see his boyfriend's eyes twinkling up at him. Blaine held his hands up in the air on either side of him, as if to say, "I'm waiting."

Shit! I shouldn't have bragged. I'm totally gonna lose!

"Okay," Kurt cleared his throat. "Things you don't know, things you don't know... I don't like Jello. It weirds me out with its jiggliness. Reminds me of boobs."

Blaine couldn't help but snort a little laughter at this, choking a tiny as he pulled off.

"Ooo, one point for me!" Kurt grinned. His eyes closed and he groaned though when Blaine covered him once more and he licked a strip from his base to his tip, sinking back onto him.

"Where were we," Kurt breathed. "Um, I also had a water pet that died on me when I was little. Goldfish named Cleopatra. She... fuck... she lasted about two days. I begged my dad to let me get a new one and I went through at least t... fucking hell, Blaine... ten of them before I gave up. After flushing Cleo... C-Cleopatra the tenth, I decided it was time to move on to... cats... shit, how did you get so good?!"

He opened his eyes to look down at Blaine in disbelief, but decided right away that it was a bad idea. Blaine's eyes were closed, and it was obvious from the look on his face that he was getting a lot of enjoyment out of what he was doing. He was breathing lightly through his nose, sucking and swallowing steadily. His hands were splayed across Kurt's thighs, gripping him tightly, and one hand trailed down to stroke lightly near the base of his cock, where his mouth didn't quite reach.

He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Kurt darkly. Kurt suddenly realized that he was staring with his mouth hanging open. Blaine raised one eyebrow, pulling off once again.

"I hate to tell you this, baby," he wiped at his chin, spraying yet another line of whipped cream. His voice was deep and gravelly, and Kurt had to bite his lip to keep from moaning. "You kind of suck at this. Now I also suck, but in the good way."

He grinned, sinking back down.

"Fine, fine, fine!" Kurt gasped. "I'm trying! You, like, became a master overnight! K, I make the best chocolate chip cookies you'll ever eat. I cried every time I went... damn baby... every time I went away to summer camp until I was ten. I hate white chocolate. I have a... crap... I... Blaine I... I have an irrational f-fear of... of bees... oh my god, please don't stop! I don't care if I lose, please don't stop!"

Kurt felt Blaine chuckle around him for just a seconds and then he was grabbing at Blaine's shoulder with one hand and bracing himself on the couch with the other.

"Fuck, Blaine!" He thunked his head back on the couch, forcing himself to not fuck into Blaine's mouth. "God, baby! God, fuck, fuck, fuck... "

Blaine suddenly slid his hands down, spreading Kurt's legs wide and shoving them up against his chest. He pulled off of Kurt's dick, jerking him off with his hand instead, and slowly trailed his tongue down against his hole, swirling around gently.

"Shit," Kurt whimpered, squirming anxiously against the couch, not even sure where he wanted Blaine to touch him. "Shit, baby. Shit. Oh my god, shit..."

"Oh my..." he trailed off, feeling himself seize up. Blaine was suddenly fucking him with his tongue, just as he was coming. He bit at his lip to keep from screaming as he bucked forward into Blaine's hand. The muscles in his legs jumped and twitched jerkily and his back arched sharply into the air.

He realized that he was shaking all over and his mouth was hanging open as he finally relaxed against the couch. With a little groan he collapsed down completely, and gazed up with Blaine with heavy eyes.

"What... the fuck... was that?" He panted. "You seriously want me to believe you never sucked cock before we met?"

Blaine laughed in a rough voice, grabbing a tissue from next to the couch to wipe his mouth and his hand full of come.

"Yours is the first cock I've ever had in my mouth, darling."

"Sure, sure," Kurt teased weakly, closing his eyes. "I'm gonna ask Jared about that."

He looked up in surprise when he felt a sharp smack to his bare stomach. He burst into laughter when he noted the offended and grossed out expression on Blaine's face.

"I meant that he would know as your best friend, not that you had done it to him!"

"God," Blaine rolled his eyes, crawling up on top of Kurt. "You put the most awkward images in my head. I won't be able to look at Jared the same at work tomorrow."

"Sorry," Kurt giggled into his neck, rubbing lightly against his back.

"You do realize that you totally lost to me, right?" Blaine asked with a grin, propping his chin onto his clasped hands on Kurt's chest.

"I don't even care," Kurt laughed. He reached a hand down between them to stroke Blaine's cock lightly. "Gimme a couple minutes to recover and you can sit back while I ride you as a consequence."

"Some consequence," Blaine smiled, resting down on Kurt's shoulder.

"I never said it would be a bad consequence," Kurt retorted, smacking Blaine's backside lightly. "Hey, tell me honestly... how the fuck did you get that good so fast? I mean you were pretty good even the first time, but this... just... fuck, baby."

"Promise you won't laugh at me?" Blaine mumbled into his shoulder after a moment.

"Of course not," Kurt responded easily.

Shit! What did he do?

"Well, I did a bit of online research... and then I went and bought some bananas and practiced. Today I gave five bananas and your dick a blow job. My jaw is so fucking tired right now."

Kurt was silent for a moment, then snorted into Blaine's neck. Blaine jerked up, pushing at his chest as Kurt shook with laughter.

"You promised you wouldn't laugh at me!"

"I'm not," Kurt gasped, wiping at his eyes and grinning up at his boyfriend. "You're just so adorable!"

Blaine glared at him, fighting to keep the smile from his own face.

"Fine, I see how it is. See if I ever practice on a banana just to make sure I can give a decent blow job ever again!"

"Decent?" Kurt looked at him with wide eyes. "That wasn't decent, honey. That was fucking mind-blowing. Maybe I should start practicing on bananas."

"Well," Blaine smiled, resting his head back down on Kurt's chest and sighing contentedly. "I have no complaints about your ability to suck cock, but they worked pretty good for me. I have to say I quite enjoyed all of the sounds you were making. I thought for a moment that I was gonna be able to come just from listening to you."

He looked up in surprise when Kurt moved from underneath him, grabbing his phone from next to the couch and typing.

"What are you doing?"

"Putting bananas on my shopping list. I'm sold."