...

...

Nonononono! I didn't just say that! What the hell is wrong with me?! Stupid orgasm messing with my brain!

He just said he loves me. He just said he love me in the middle of coming. He just said he loves me and I still have his cock in my mouth. I need to say something back. I should probably swallow first.

"Um, Blaine?"

*pop*

*swallow*

"Y-yeah?"

"Can we, maybe, just forget that I said that?"

...

"I'll be honest. That's gonna be kinda hard for me."

"Oh my gooood! I'm so sorry! God! I just ruined everything! You have to know-"

*laugher*

"Kurt, you didn't ruin anything. I think... You know what, I'm gonna scoot up so we can be face to face. I feel very weird talking when your dick is still right in front of my mouth."

*relieved little laugh*

*rustling*

"Look, last night I told you that I could fall in love with you. If anything, I was the one who risked messing this up right then and there. I didn't though, because you didn't let it phase you. I'm not gonna let this phase me now. It was said in the heat of the moment... quite literally... so I'm not gonna freak out. I'll be honest though, I feel like there is a reason we both keep accidentally saying things like this."

...

"Why do you think that is?"

"I think that this, whatever this is, has hit us both incredibly fast. Like, so fucking fast it's practically knocked us off our feet. We both obviously have feelings that we don't quite know what to do with, and it comes leaking out it odd ways, like saying I love you during an orgasm or bringing up marriage during the afterglow."

*laughter*

"Yeah, we might want to work on reigning that in."

"Yeah, I suppose so."

...

...

"So, we're okay? You swear I didn't totally freak you out just now?"

"No, Kurt. You didn't totally freak me out."

"Shoooould we talk about what it means? I mean, go deeper on why we keep blurting out spontaneous expressions of love that we're not even sure we feel?"

...

"Not yet. I don't think either of us know well enough where we stand to handle it."

*sigh of relief*

"I am so glad you feel that way, cuz as willing as I would have been, I am not ready to delve that deeply yet. Soon I think, but just, not tonight."

"Good. Now that that's settled, let's go to sleep."

"In a minute."

"What? Why?"

"I kind of interrupted things earlier with my word vomit. You didn't get your turn yet. I'm just gonna give you a nice little send-off into the dream world."

"It's okay. I'm tired actually, which is something I never thought I'd say by the way. We can jussss... Fuck. Okay. Yeah. That's... that's good. Oooohhhmygod, Kurt. Your hands are fucking magic!"

...

"Um, Kurt? Why'd you stop?"

"It's just for a second. I just wanted to say, no more proclamations of love or off-handed proposals. I don't think our uncertain relationship can take it."

*laughter*

"Deal. Just don't be too amazing. If you totally rock my world I won't be held responsible for what might slip out of my mouth."

"Well, in that case, I should say that I can't promise anything either. Like you said, these hands are magic."

Da-ding

Blaine whined in the back of his throat, and tried to bury his face deeper into his pillow.

Da-ding

A small disgruntled groan from behind him caused him to wake a bit more, and he started, remembering suddenly where he was and who he was with. He took a moment to come back to reality, and fully took in the fact that here he was, completely naked, with another naked man pressed up against him in bed. Morning wood pushing firmly against his ass and all.

He was feeling completely shocked and overwhelmed, and it took him a moment realize why. It wasn't because of where he was or who he was with. It wasn't because of the memories of the previous evening that were running rampant through his mind. It wasn't because of the arm that was wrapped around him, hand lightly stroking the soft skin of that little area right above his thigh and right below his waist, dangerously close to his own early morning hard-on.

No, he was shocked, because unlike when he woke yesterday, he was one hundred percent at peace. This felt so right. More right than anything ever had before. True, he was a bit in shock, and definitely overwhelmed, but he had no desire to flee and try to figure things out. He knew where he wanted to be and it was right here. What that would mean for him? How this would change his life? Whether Kurt would definitely even want him in the long run? He had no idea. For the moment though, he was so happy and content where he was.

The thing that really got him, was realizing when that change had happened. It had happened last night, when they had made love.

Made love.

That's really what it had been. For all their talk of just fucking each other, what had transpired was way too tender to simply be referred to as fucking. Face-to-face, gentle movements, questions and reassurances of whether the other person was truly okay, cuddling up afterward... it had really been anything but just fucking.

Most shockingly of all, even the slightly awkward conversation about love in the middle night hadn't freaked him out. He wasn't sure how he was staying calm through all of this, and he supposed the ball was going to drop at some point, but for now, he was just going to enjoy it.

Blaine gave a happy sigh and and turned around carefully, trying not to wake Kurt. At his movement, the model mumbled a little in his sleep, pulling his arm from around Blaine's waist and, adorably, tucking it up under his cheek. Blaine smiled at the sight and was just scooting in to pull Kurt onto his chest, when the original 'ding' that had woken him up sounded again.

Shit!

He scrambled out of bed, gently as he could, and snatched his phone from out of the pocket of his jeans. He silenced it, before it could wake Kurt, without even glancing at who it was from. He stood there for a moment, debating whether to crawl back into bed, especially when he saw Kurt, all burrowed under the covers and looking so cute it was almost painful. He knew that once he was fully awake he would never fall back asleep though, and he couldn't bear disturbing that angelic looking face.

He glanced first at his naked body, then wrinkled his nose at the crumpled clothes lying on the floor. He was a fairly typical guy in that wearing day old clothing didn't generally phase him that much, but those clothes had already been less than fresh when he'd tossed them on yesterday to run to the coffee shop. Biting the inside of his lip indecisively, he glanced at Kurt's dresser against the wall. They were just about the same size he figured, and wondered if Kurt would mind him borrowing something. He shrugged, thinking that they really couldn't have gotten more intimate than they had last night. The man's dick had been up his ass, for goodness sake. Kurt couldn't be that bothered by Blaine borrowing a pair of his pants. He tip-toed over, pulling open a couple of the drawers quietly. He was pleased to find some comfy looking lounge pants and simple tees in one drawer, and grabbed a pair out.

He slid into the clothes, during which he couldn't stop drinking in the scent that was so obviously Kurt, and marveled at the fact that for the first time in his life he found an intrinsically male scent so attractive. He then stepped out into the living room to check his messages.

He cringed when he saw all of the texts going back from yesterday afternoon, though he knew he really shouldn't be surprised.

3:45 Hey, sweetie. You feeling better? Still trying to decide which color of the rainbow you are? ~J

3:46 Ha! Rainbow... ~J

4:52 Blaine? ~J

5:38 Blaaaainey? ~J

7:15 Okay. I'm starting to get concerned. Will you please just text back? ~J

9:10 Now I'm officially somewhere between really concerned and really pissed. I know logically that you are probably fine, but you NEVER go this long without texting back. ~J

11:42 That's it. I'm coming over there. I don't care if it's almost midnight. If I find that you're there, safe and sound, I will sit on you and tickle you until you pee. ~J

12:30 Alright. You're not at your apartment, Bernard said you haven't come home yet tonight... so I guess I have no other choice but to go home and worry myself sick until you decide to call me. Guilt trip intended. ~J

7:02 It is seven in the morning. I laid in my bed awake all night imagining you dead in a gutter. Once I find out that you're okay I've decided that I need to get a life. I'm too young to be the mother hen of a twenty-seven year old man. ~J

8:12 Fine. You've forced my hand. I'm calling your mother. ~J

"Shit! Fuck! Please tell me you didn't!"

"Everything okay?"

Blaine whipped around in surprise to see Kurt standing in the doorway of his bedroom, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He had slipped into an outfit that was similar to the one Blaine had borrowed, though the pants weren't dragging on the floor for him.

"I honestly don't know," he growled in irritation, eliciting a surprised look from Kurt. "I'm about to find out. I may have to take a break from our time together and go strangle my best friend. I can't believe him!"

Kurt added concern to his expression and stepped over to rub a hand up and down Blaine's arm. Blaine gave him a small, appreciative smile as he pressed the speed dial for Jared, praying that he hadn't already done the unthinkable.

Jared's phone barely rang once.

"Ha! I knew it! I knew that would get you moving!"

"Please tell me you didn't call her!"

"Of course not. I'm not a complete ass. My threat worked though!"

Blaine sagged against Kurt in relief, and groaned into his shoulder. Kurt hesitated for a moment, still trying to figure out what was going on through his sleep-foggy brain, then pulled Blaine into a light hug.

"Where are you and why the hell haven't you been returning any of my texts? I probably wouldn't be so worried normally, but you seemed so unsettled yesterday, and then all of a sudden you disappeared. You're not allowed to freak me out like that."

Blaine sighed and stepped over to the couch, pulling Kurt along behind him. He settled down against the arm rest, drawing Kurt in to sit between his legs. The model sighed sleepily and automatically curled up against Blaine's chest, tucking his feet up underneath him.

"I'm sorry, Jar. I didn't mean to worry you. Seriously though? You cannot freak ME out like that! I can't believe you!"

Kurt tipped his head up, looking at Blaine curiously. Blaine just rolled his eyes and shook his head, trying to show that it didn't really matter. Kurt looked entirely unconvinced.

"Fine, you're sorry. I'm sorry. Let's move on. Where are you, B?"

"Um," Blaine swallowed nervously, glancing down at the man curled up on his chest. He had no problem telling Jared about what was happening, but he felt a little awkward doing so with Kurt right there. He pictured himself saying something to the effect of 'I'm just with a friend', but imagined the hurt look on Kurt's face. Also, Jared would never buy that. If Blaine was with a friend he was with Jared.

"I'm not home."

"Yeah. Believe it or not I figured that one out on my own. Are you doing something naughty? Is that why you haven't... oh god, Blaine! Please tell me you didn't feel the need to prove your straightness and go hook up with Celeste! Please!"

"What?!" Blaine said so loudly that Kurt jumped and sat up to gaze at him with wide eyes. He looked at Blaine warily and mouthed, 'Do you want me to go?'

Blaine quickly shook his head and gave him an apologetic little hand squeeze before pulling him back down onto his chest.

"No! God, no! I'm... I'm with Kurt actually."

He propped his phone onto his shoulder and wrapped both arms around Kurt to squeeze him close.

"Um, Kurt? That would be one night stand guy?"

"Yes."

"The guy who is causing you to question everything about who you are?"

"... Yes."

"The guy who you are secretly crazy about but afraid to admit it?"

"Well, that's... changed... just a bit."

"Oh my gosh! You mean you're like, WITH him with him?!"

"Yes, Jared. We're literally in the same room. We're sitting on his couch together."

Kurt wrinkled his nose in amusement at Blaine's tone, obviously wondering what the conversation was about.

"That's not what I meant and you know it! You're totally fornicating aren't you?!"

"Jared," Blaine closed his eyes in embarrassment, praying Kurt hadn't heard that. "I'll call you tomorrow. Sorry I worried you."

"Nonono! Just tell me! Is it good?"

"Bye, Jar."

"*sigh* You better call me tomorrow."

"I will. Love you."

"Love you too."

Blaine was just pulling the phone away from his ear, getting ready to press end, and Jared shouted out one last sentence.

"Use lots of lube! I mean lots!"

Blaine blushed bright red and ended the call as quickly as he could. He was hopeful at first that Kurt hadn't heard when he made no reaction. Then he heard a muffled voice against his chest.

"Well? Do you think we used enough lube?"

Blaine thunked his head back against the couch with a groan, before looking back up to see Kurt shooting him a sassy grin. He responded by leaping forward, making Kurt yelp a surprised little laugh, and tackling him backwards on the couch.

"So who was that?" Kurt asked curiously, after pulling Blaine in for a kiss.

"Mmmm," Blaine hummed, settling himself down on top of Kurt and deepening the kiss for a moment. "My best friend. Jared."

After hesitating for just a moment, he handed Kurt his phone to show him the multitude of text messages. At this point, he felt like he had nothing to lose, and getting close to Kurt meant showing him his insanely close relationship with his friend. With a look of surprise, Kurt thumbed through the messages, then smiled.

"Wow," he laughed, "you guys are pretty close, huh? I assume you had already told him about everything that happened.?"

"Yeah, we're definitely close, and yes. I told him everything."

He lifted his head up from where he had started kissing behind Kurt's ear, and shot him a look of concern.

"That doesn't bother you, does it? Cuz I'll tell you right now, Jared and I are creepily close and I tell him almost everything."

Kurt yanked Blaine back down with a smile, offering his ear up for more kisses.

"Not at all. I think it's really sweet. Trust me, I'm incredibly close with my best friend too, and he ends up finding out most everything about my life at one point or another. Though, our relationship is definitely different than yours. Very different dynamic."

"How so?" Blaine asked, moving the kisses down to Kurt's neck.

"You guys just seem, very sweet. Like an old married couple. Luke and I, well, let's just say he has the stronger personality of the two of us, and his straightness shows through in our dynamic."

"Yeah," Blaine chuckled, resting his head down on Kurt's shoulder with a sigh. "Jared and I are very weird. We've been told that on numerous occasions. You and Luke are probably just normal."

Kurt opened his mouth to respond when he own phone dinged from the bedroom. With a little kiss to Blaine's forehead, he pushed him back and jogged to check his messages. With a sharp little laugh, he plopped back down on the couch, tossing a leg up and over Blaine's lap.

"Well, here we go. Let's test this theory. I also told my best friend everything that happened yesterday."

He showed Blaine the text he had just received, causing him to laugh right away.

Yo! Dude. You hangin' in there? You didn't, like, go off and bareback with some total stranger to get your mind off things, did you? ~L

Kurt shook his head with a roll of his eyes, pulling his phone back to respond.

"Welcome to my world of putting up with a best friend who literally has no filter and no comprehension of what it means to be offensive."

No, you douche. I'm with Blaine actually. He came over last night. Long story, but I'm following your advice and taking a chance ~K

Woot! Tap it! Call me later. No explicit details please ~L

Deal ~K

"And that," Kurt turned to him with a grin, "is an example of our relationship."

"God, I envy your uncomplicatedness!" Blaine sighed. "I wouldn't trade what I have with Jar for anything though."

Kurt nodded in understanding.

"I understand. I envy your closeness a little bit, but in all honesty Luke and I work so well together, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

"We'll have to get them together at some point, huh?"

"Oh god!" Kurt groaned. "That's a little scary!"

Blaine laughed and nodded, pulling Kurt in for another kiss.

They lay on the couch for a while, lazily making out and groping each other over their clothing. It was the oddest thing, but Blaine couldn't believe the ways in which his mind kept wandering. While he was thoroughly enjoying every moment, god knows he was quickly getting worked up and just wanted to thrust his dick into Kurt's thigh so that he could get off, he kept focusing on the strangest details. His mind kept straying to everything that was so very different about being with a man instead of a woman. The comparisons of past relationships kept running through his head.

There was Amy. He had dated her when he was a teen. He remembered so very well what it was like to be with her, making out with, breathing her in. She had always smelled like a combination of peaches and lilacs, and it had driven him fucking nuts with desire.

Now there was Kurt. He had this, natural, woodsy combined with something tropical, maybe coconuts, scent. It was amazing, but so undeniably masculine, and it was still driving him absolutely fucking nuts with desire. He seriously could not get enough of this new scent, and wanted to do nothing but drink Kurt in for the rest of the day.

Then there was Mara. They had dated in college. She had had, literally, the softest skin Blaine had ever felt. He had loved to just run his fingers across her cheek, or up and down her arm, reveling at how incredibly delicate she was.

Now again, there was Kurt. Kurt, undeniably, had the softest skin he had ever come across when it came to a guy, not that he had made a habit of going around and stroking guys' skin before this. Even so, he was, yet again, undeniable masculine. While the model's chest was insanely smooth, Blaine guessed that he probably waxed it for his job, his arms and legs had the 'typically male' and coarse hair. Then there was his face. The early morning stubble that matched Blaine's own was rubbing against his cheeks and lips, lightly scratching him with each soft kiss.

Wow, so this is what straight girls have to put up. Mental note to tell all my straight friends to be considerate and keep themselves smoothly shaven for their women.

Again though, the lack of feminine smoothness wasn't bothering him. On the contrary, it was turning him on so freaking much. Each little sharp poke of Kurt's slight beard against his face sent pleasurable little pangs straight down to his groin, causing him to unintentionally thrust deeper and harder against him during their little make-out session.

His mind jolted back briefly to his reverie, considering what it had been like to be with previous women. Of course, he went straight to Celeste next...

Oh god, Celeste. Okay, let's not go down this road right now. I'd like to maintain my current erection.

He managed to push past his momentary musings, and bring his focus back on the matter at hand. And that matter was Kurt sliding his hand down the back of his pants to grope his ass.

"Oh, fucking shit, Kurt," he muttered, sucking lightly at a smoother portion of Kurt's neck that wasn't covered in stubble.

"Mmmm," Kurt sighed, tipping his head back to give Blaine better access.

Blaine's mind went blank from every other rambling, random thought, and focused solely on the feeling of Kurt kneading and grasping at his ass.

Oh fuck, and that's both hands.

He groaned deep in his chest when Kurt took a single finger, and gently slid it down between his cheeks, lightly tracing his hole that was still just the tiniest bit sore from the previous evening. He felt himself tensing slightly, but this time it was with such intense anticipation, versus straight up nerves like before. He found himself just aching to be touched further, wanting nothing more than for Kurt to stop fucking teasing him and work his magic. Within seconds of the feather-light strokes and touches, he kind of lost his head.

"Oh, goooood! I just want you to fuck me! So bad!"

He tensed in surprise, more than a little shocked at himself. He didn't know what surprised him more, his forthrightness, or the fact that he wanted to be the one who was fucked again. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that he wanted to do everything with Kurt. Seriously, the thought of thrusting into that gorgeous ass just did things to him. He had had quite a spectacular dream about it somewhere in the night in fact.

Right now though? Holy hell, he just wanted Kurt to fuck him again. Like, really bad!

He was nervous though. Yet again, he was treading into unknown waters. Even in their short time together, he and Kurt had already come to the conclusion that, for however long they were together, they wanted to be versatile with each other. Was this, like, a breech of conduct for a gay couple that switched? Once you topped or bottomed, it was automatically your turn to do the opposite the next time you have penetrative sex, and it was rude to insinuate that you wanted a repeat?

All of these thoughts rushed through his brain in about 2.5 seconds, and he was just deciding to get really and truly nervous, when Kurt laughed lightly against ear and resumed his stroking a little more intensely.

"Well fuck. I can't pass up a request like that."

He gently pushed Blaine back before grabbing his hand and yanking him to the bedroom. On the way, Blaine stopped though, pulling on his hand. Kurt turned to glance at him curiously, and looked concerned when he saw the hesitation on Blaine's face.

"What's wrong? Are you... we don't have to do it this way again. I'm sorry. You said that you wanted me to fuck you, so..."

"No!" Blaine interrupted with a surprised look, even laughing a little. "God, no. I mean, yeah. I actually really, really want you to fuck me. It's just, I feel like I'm being rude or selfish or something. We just did it this way last night, and afterwards you told me how much you like bottoming too. I just blurted out what I wanted and here we are. Whatever we are Kurt, whatever this is... I am not selfish when it comes to sex, and I don't think for one second that this is all about me. In fact, I'd love nothing more than to make this all about you. I want... I want you to be happy."

Kurt looked at him with wide eyes that were suspiciously misty, before stepping forward suddenly and yanking Blaine into his arms, kissing him deeply. He took slow steps backwards, pulling Blaine with him to his bed, before pushing him down lightly and straddling his hips.

"Right there, Blaine," he whispered against his neck, licking a strip up his collar bone. "What you just said proves more than anything how entirely unselfish you are. You want me to be just as happy as you are. You just weren't afraid to tell me what you want. THAT. That is exactly what I want in a boyfriend."

Blaine looked at him steadily, waiting for the realization to hit Kurt that he had just used the word boyfriend yet again.

All of a sudden... it hit him, instead. Kurt DID realize it. He had said it on purpose.

They looked into each others' eyes, neither really reacting, just processing. Finally, Kurt leaned back in for another kiss as he reached down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head.

"Let's just make a deal, right here and now. I'll always tell you what I want, and you always tell me what you want. Then we can both know how to please each other. No guessing games. This is part of the beauty of being in a relationship with two guys, darling. No crazy mind games that we can't possibly hope to win."

Blaine threw back his head and laughed at this, remembering full-well how many times his past girlfriends had confused the shit out of him by saying one thing and meaning something else. He had always strived to, but had never fully succeeded in understanding them. He wasn't going to lie. The beauty and mystery of the way a female's mind worked would always seem intoxicating and lovely to him.

It was also true though, that this simplicity, this easy connection that he and Kurt were forming, seemed oddly... 'just right'.

It wasn't better. It definitely wasn't worse.

It was just different.

It was perfect. Perfect for them.

"What do you want right now?" Blaine asked in a low, soft voice, reaching down to strip off his own tee. He took a deep breath before speaking again, knowing that what he was about to say was ridiculously soon and ridiculously scary, but also insanely 'just right'.

"What do you want to do with your boyfriend?"

After a moment of pleasant surprise, Kurt grinned, reaching a hand down Blaine's pants to stroke his erection lazily.

"Right now, my boyfriend has told me that he'd like me to fuck him. So I want to fuck him. I want to fuck him hard."

Twenty minutes later, Blaine was straddling Kurt's lap, thrusting himself down, just right so that Kurt's dick was slamming into him delightfully.

Kurt cried out as he came suddenly, bracing himself up against the headboard, and digging his neatly trimmed nails into Blaine's back as the shorter man fucked himself thoroughly on his cock. The feeling of Kurt becoming impossibly hard inside him, even through through the condom, freaking drove Blaine nuts. He slammed himself down a couple more times, desperate for his own release.

When Kurt realized that Blaine had yet to come, and was prodding into his stomach, achingly hard, he swore to himself. He quickly reached between them to roughly yank on his length until Blaine was tensing and crying out, coming over Kurt's chest.

"Fuck, Blaine," he panted, as he dug his fingers into Blaine's hips, slowly rolling him forward as they both came down from their highs. "I'm so sorry! You were just amazing, fucking yourself down on me like that. I was total shit at making sure you came in time!"

Blaine gasped out a deep breath as he sank down into Kurt, relaxing against his chest and laughing breathlessly.

"I think... I can forgive you... for an amazing orgasm that happened to come ten seconds later than yours."

"Good," Kurt smiled, closing his eyes and leaning his head back with a light thump. "After all that talk about not being selfish, I was about to feel really bad."

Blaine laughed as he gingerly pulled himself off of Kurt's softening cock and collapsed down onto his back. He reached out his arms and sighed happily when Kurt sank down, curling up into him after quickly wiping his chest down with a tissue from his nightstand.

"Wow, I think it's actually time for me to impart some wisdom. I feel like I've been floundering when it comes to us being together, while you've been calm and all-knowing."

Kurt shook a little with amused disbelief while Blaine continued.

"Sex is rarely this perfect thing where both people climax together at exactly the right time, and I'm pretty sure that applies to any type of couple. Last night wasn't necessarily any better than now, just different. Different is okay. Different is good."

Kurt happily pressed a few kisses to Blaine's chest in response, and they both closed their eyes, starting to drift off together. Blaine ran his fingers lazily through Kurt's hair, quickly falling into content sleep as he murmured quietly.

"Different is perfect."