"Oh. My..." Kurt didn't even finish his sentence. The carriage came to a stop in front of a sprawling two-story home. The front of the home faced a private section of woods and a huge, colonial looking porch wrapped around the front of the house. Comfortable looking patio chairs were spread along the porch with a view of the surrounding lush, green forest.

"When he said private house I was thinking, like, a little cabin or something. Not... a huge house that can probably sleep ten." Kurt was a little awe-struck. Their new-found wealth still felt a little foreign to him and this seemed ridiculously extravagant.

"You'll just have to fuck me in each and every room then," Blaine whispered in his ear before tracing the lobe lightly with his tongue.

Kurt's eyes widened. Suddenly extravagance seemed lovely. He grabbed Blaine's hand and leaped from the carriage.

Their driver tried his best to remain professional but couldn't hide a tiny snort of laughter. Blaine pulled back from Kurt for just a moment to thrust some money in the man's hand and ask if he could set their luggage on the porch.

"Yes, sir," he grinned and doffed his hat.

Kurt and Blaine didn't wait any longer. They ran, hand-in-hand, up the walk and into the house. They dashed in through the front door and were attacking each other with kisses the moment it shut behind them.

"Right here. Right now," Kurt breathed. "Please, baby. Just shove me up against the wall and do me."

"Oh my god, Kurt. I love it when you talk like this. It is un-freaking-believably hot." Blaine fumbled with Kurt's pants before yanking them down and then quickly undid his own. He grabbed his husband's slim hips and shoved him back, roughly.

"Too much talking. Not enough fucking." Kurt gasped, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck and yanking the nurse close so that they were grinding up against each other.

"Just a sec." Blaine quickly stooped and pulled a tiny bottle of lube from the pocket of his pants that were pooled around his ankles. Kurt laughed but made no comment. He meant it when he said that there was too much talking. He pulled the bottle from Blaine and slicked up his husband's fingers before pulling the hand down toward his ass.

Blaine quickly slid his fingers over Kurt's backside and lightly traced his hole for just a moment before thrusting in a finger, dragging it in and out in a fast and steady rhythm. Kurt clung to his neck, peppering the skin in desperate kisses.

"More! More now!" Blaine worked fast to add a second finger and then a third. Kurt was moaning loudly, pushing himself down on the fingers almost frantically.

"That's enough! Do it! Please! Please, baby, just do it now!" Kurt was fully erect and pushing into Blaine's stomach as he begged for his husband to fill him.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's waist and lifted him in the air, thanking the lord for how slim and light his husband was. The doctor wrapped his legs around the nurse's waist and they both pressed back against the wall for support. Kurt grasped the wall with one hand and Blaine's shoulders with the other as he sank down. Blaine guided his throbbingly hard shaft up into his husband and the both moaned at the pressure and streaks of pleasure. For barely a second they settled into each other before Kurt was working his hips as best he could from where he was being held. Blaine's arms and legs were already trembling from the exertion and he thrust up hard and fast, intent on fucking his husband as requested before his strength gave out.

Kurt almost sighed in relief as Blaine entered him roughly, over and over. He had been longing for this all day. He shifted his hips slightly and shouted out loud as Blaine found his prostate and slammed into it repeatedly. He felt his orgasm building at a fast and almost violent rate.

"Shit, Blaine," he choked out. "Right there! I'm so close! Yes!"

Blaine screamed out his husband's name as he felt Kurt clench around him and wail as he came hard in between them. Kurt slammed himself down one last time as his body shook with the wave of pleasure that swept through him. The last thrust pushed Blaine over the edge and he let go of Kurt's waist, bracing himself up against the wall as he fucked fast and hard, crying Kurt's name over and over. Kurt's legs slid down from Blaine's waist as he slumped back against the wall. Blaine gave one more light thrust before slipping out and leaning into his husband's neck, breathing heavily. They slowly sank to the floor, leaning against each other and staring into each others eyes. They just smiled at each other as their breathing slowed and they came down.

Yup, this honeymoon was off to a pretty great start.

After driving all morning and the amazing sex they had just had, Blaine was exhausted. Kurt gathered their bags from the front porch and brought them inside while Blaine sought out the master bedroom. The doctor found his husband, just minutes later, sound asleep on the king-sized bed. He smiled as he set their bags to the side and climbed onto the bed too. Kurt gently pulled a light blanket from the edge of the bed up and around Blaine before curling up next to him. In his sleep, Blaine reached out blindly for his husband. Kurt smiled and snuggled himself into the nurse's arms. He drifted off feeling as blissfully happy as he ever had in his life.

An hour later, Kurt woke to the late afternoon summer sun shining brightly through the window. He stretched and blinked lazily before turning on his side to take in the vision next to him. Blaine was still sleeping heavily, dead to the world. Kurt smiled to himself as he reached out to smooth back a stray curl. Blaine was lying flat on his stomach with his arms crossed under his head. His mouth was opened slightly as he breathed small, shallow breaths. His face looked so young and peaceful. Kurt thought he could have passed for a college student. The thought gave him an excited tingle as one of the role playing scenarios they had discussed passed through his thoughts.

Oy. Deep breaths, Kurt. Wait until your husband is awake at least...

With that thought he quietly got up from the bed, deciding to explore while Blaine napped. Goodness knows he deserved the rest.

He quietly poked around the master bedroom and found a small sitting room off to the side and a private bath with a jacuzzi tub. Kurt smiled, there were multiple reasons that this tub would be enjoyed later on. He moved on down the hall where he found another bathroom, two connected dining rooms and a large kitchen with every modern appliance and gadget they could hope for. Glancing in the fridge and cupboards he found that they were fully stocked. He took note of what he saw, starting to make dinner plans as he went on to explore further.

Next he entered a media room with a huge plasma screen and a giant sectional sofa. This would be fun when they felt like an evening in.

Finally he entered a beautiful living room with a tall vaulted ceiling, a fireplace and enormous glass windows with a gorgeous view of Lake Huron. He stepped out onto the spacious deck overlooking their section of private beach. He slipped off his sandals and ventured out onto the sand and went to the water. Right from their little section of beach he had a clear view of the Mackinac Bridge. It stood out tall and majestic in the clear blue waters. He took a deep breath of the clean air around him and let it out with a sigh of contentment.

Blaine had certainly done well.

The doctor had a sudden excited burst of energy as he felt the desire to do something special for his husband. He dashed back into the house, shaking the sand from his feet on the deck before he hurried to the kitchen, gourmet dinner plans flowing through his head.

Blaine woke just as the sun was starting to sink lower in the sky. It took a moment before he realized that he had been woken by the enticing smells that were wafting from the kitchen. He noticed the blanket that had been tucked up around him and smiled, feeling an overwhelming love for the thoughtful man he was married to. He leaned over to the pillow next to him and breathed in the light tropical scent that Kurt managed to leave behind wherever he went. Suddenly the bed felt empty and cold. He scrambled to his feet and followed his nose until he found Kurt in the kitchen, busily stirring and adding things to various pots that were simmering on the stove top. He quietly made his way up behind his husband and wrapped arms around his waist, kissing him softly and repeatedly on the back of his neck and up into his hair. He breathed in that amazing scent one more time and sighed contentedly. He felt Kurt relax into his arms before he turned, wooden spoon in hand, to wrap his arms around the nurse's neck.

"Hey, sleepyhead." Kurt grinned as he kissed Blaine softly.

"Hmmm," Blaine sighed again, still waking up. "Thanks for letting me sleep, babe. I didn't know I was that tired."

"Well," Kurt plopped one last little smack on his husband's lips before turning back to his cooking, "you drove for seven hours straight and then had two orgasms. I'm kind of not surprised." Blaine chuckled and stayed where he was, leaning up against Kurt's back. He let his hands wander up and down his husband's chest and they slowly strayed down to his waist and below. Kurt squirmed and tried to fight the smile on his face.

"Unless you want burned risotto for dinner, I suggest you hold off on that for just a moment."

"If I recall, I need to return the favor of a rather incredible blow job from earlier." Blaine sank to his knees in front of the stove and unzipped Kurt's pants. The doctor felt his knees go weak as Blaine reached in and started massaging him over his boxer briefs.

"Mmmnnn... Blaine... I really need... to... Oh screw it! I can stir and get blown at the same time." He pulled Blaine's face toward him and the nurse grinned as he pulled his husband out and took him into his mouth with one swift move.

Kurt let out a short gasp of breath as he went from soft to semi-hard in mere seconds. Blaine started with soft and gentle sucks, pulling off occasionally to lick a strip down the shaft and slide the tip of his tongue under the head and into the sensitive slit there. When Kurt was fully hard and moaning loudly he reached up a hand to start gently massaging his balls before moving up to stroke the bottom half of his cock. He worked steadily on the head, alternating between steady sucking motions and swirling his tongue around the sensitive underside. By this point, the stirring of the food was completely forgotten and Kurt had threaded both fingers into Blaine's hair, trying to keep himself from fucking his husband's face. Neither had ventured into the world of deep throating yet and the last thing he wanted was to force the experience unexpectedly. Blaine was making succulent little noises as he worked faster and faster and it was driving Kurt crazy. He was so caught up in watching Blaine thoroughly enjoy having his dick in his mouth that his orgasm came by surprise.

"Blaine, I'm gonna..." Kurt grasped his husband's hair a little more frantically, trying to tell him that he had only seconds. Sometimes they would be in the mood to swallow and sometimes they wouldn't so they always tried to give each other fair warning. Blaine looked up at him with dark eyes before sinking in even deeper than before and giving one last stroke over his perineum. This final move was the last push Kurt needed and he surged into his orgasm with a wanton groan, threading and massaging his fingers through Blaine's curls even more deeply. Blaine swallowed quickly while continuing a light sucking motion. He rubbing his hands soothingly over Kurt's hips and ass as he felt his husband lunge forward lightly a few times, the last waves of euphoria washing over him. Kurt sank back toward the counter weakly, eyes closed and a content smile on his face.

Blaine at least had the presence of mind to dive to his feet as he wiped his mouth and grab the spoon to check the risotto. The simmering and slightly sizzling sounds in front of him brought the doctor back to reality.

"Is everything okay? Did anything burn?" He stood anxiously as he tucked himself away. Blaine took a quick taste from the spoon and grinned.

"Nope. Perfection. You're right, baby. You can totally cook and get blown at the same time."

Kurt sighed in relief. And leaned into his husband's side.

"So, how does my cum taste alongside risotto?"

"It's an acquired taste."

The sun was setting. Both men were curled up together in a single lounge chair on the back deck, looking out over the water.

Dinner had been almost cheesily romantic, with lighted candles and sharing bites of food with each other in between kisses. Afterward they decided to enjoy the beauty of the sunset.

Kurt nuzzled his cheek down into Blaine's shoulder and the nurse held his husband to him more tightly, rubbing up and down his arm to warm the cool skin.

"I can't believe that it's July and I'm actually chilly," Kurt spoke with a little shiver.

"It's being on the lake. Kind of nice though, isn't it?" Blaine spoke softly into the brown hair. Kurt nodded sleepily.

"Do you want me to get you a blanket?" Blaine asked.

"No, just keep holding me and I'll be good."

They snuggled into each other, watching the pinks and oranges and golds of the setting sun. It's reflection over the lake and it's glow beyond the bridge made a magnificent view. They lay there quietly, absorbing the beauty of both nature and the man lying next to them.

As the sun sank down behind the water, Kurt's eyes began to close.

"We'd better go in. I'm not gonna last much longer," he mumbled into Blaine's chest.

"Let's stay for a while. I'll carry you in if you fall asleep."

"I'm not a woman," Kurt snapped a little grouchily.

Blaine worked hard to hide his desire to laugh. Kurt always got grouchy right before he fell asleep. Blaine had learned early on in their relationship that laughing did not help matters. It had once led to him sleeping on the couch for forty-five minutes until Kurt felt guilty and told him to come back to bed.

"Trust me, baby. I've never thought that for a second." Indeed, anyone who knew Kurt saw what a strong father figure he was and the commanding presence he maintained at the hospital.

"I'm just saying that I held you up against wall for several minutes while thoroughly fucking you earlier. If I can do that, I can carry you to bed if I need to."

Kurt was quiet for a moment.

"True. K, I'm gonna go to sleep. Do what you want with me."

"Whoa there. That last part is an invitation for trouble. You sure you want to just throw that out there like that?" Kurt shrugged.

"Hey, I'm still fairly prepped from earlier. Why not? It's our honeymoon."

"I really can't believe how much I love you."