Chapter Ten

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

Kurt stood frozen in place, his jaw hanging down and a hazy look in his widened glasz eyes. He was unable to speak, unable to move and unable to pry his eyes from the stunning sight before him.

Blaine Anderson was standing five feet in front of him wearing nothing but a towel.

It wasn't even a towel. It was more like the size of a face cloth.

Droplets of water were still clinging to his curly locks of dark hair and streaming down his bronzed face and neck. Kurt painfully swallowed the giant lump in his throat as he watched one of those droplets trickle down the side of the boy's neck, and down his trunk, weaving its way through the dark curls of thin chest hair and clinging momentarily to the brownish nub of Blaine's left nipple. The droplet continued to pick up its pace as it continued to dribble down his torso, weaving through his defined abdominal muscles and circling past his bellybutton until it became lost in the dense forest of dark hair that lead from his navel down past the edge of the towel.

"Uhhhh… Kurt?" Blaine's bushy eyebrows continued to sit high on his forehead and his face was still painted with shock and utter confusion. He strategically maneuvered himself so that the red McKinley Titans towel that was still only scarcely covering his waist was being held in place with only the fingers of his left hand. He then raised his right hand and waved slowly at Kurt, in attempt to wake him from his stupor. "Kurt?"

Kurt blinked several times as he brought his head back up, eyes returning to the boy's face. His lips moved as though he was going to say something but no intelligible words came out.

Blaine just stared in bewilderment. Huh?

Finally Kurt's brain became re-oxygenated again and he was able to form coherent words.

"I left my history locker in my gym book."

Blaine suppressed a smile. Biting his lips together, he looked away momentarily. Kurt's voice had always been of a higher pitch than most boys he'd known, but that had sounded almost inhuman.

Blaine identified the exact moment that Kurt realized what he had said. When he looked back over at the taller boy, he saw his pupils dilate to an unnatural size and his already white porcelain skin became a few shades lighter, although Blaine had thought that to be impossible.

The boys shared an awkward moment where neither of them knew what to say. They both just stood fixed in their positions, staring at each other.

Kurt would have preferred to just dart out of the locker room and run away, never returning to Lima, Ohio ever again.

Blaine on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying the other boy's struggle to find appropriate words and form comprehensible sentences.

Eventually he decided that he'd better break the ice, "Did you find it?"

Kurt's face shot back up and looked at him. "Huh?"

Blaine smiled. "Your book. You said that you forgot your book."

"Right! Yes. Ummm, no. I didn't. I must have left it… in… my car. Or something." He blurted.

Wow, that was smooth.

Blaine managed to contain the snort that was attempting to escape. He nodded. "Right. Well. I'm gonna go get dressed now." He nodded his thumb to his right and turned to walk over to the lockers.

Do you have to?

Kurt coughed at the thought.

"Sorry, I missed that. What did you say?" Blaine turned back around.

Kurt's eyes widened and he shook his head. "Nothing. Go ahead. You're fine."

Damn fine actually.

Blaine nodded once in acknowledgement and had a look on his face like 'Ooookay then…' before he turned back towards the row of lockers.

He was still smiling smugly to himself as he took a step forward and didn't notice the bar of soap that was lying on the wet tile floor. His left foot connected with it and he slipped forward, letting out a completely un-masculine yelp.

He threw both hands up as he struggled to maintain his balance, his body twisting sideways as his feet skidded on the wet floor. He managed to stay upright, with his knees flexed and arms stretched way out above his head. He glanced back over to where Kurt had been standing with a bashful look and was mortified to see that the boy had remained there and was enjoying every second of the spectacle.

It was only then that he realized that he'd dropped the towel.

Kurt couldn't believe what he was seeing. Literally.

Wow. I thought the top half was impressive.

He watched as Blaine struggled to maintain his footing and collect himself. Kurt casually walked over and picked up the towel which had landed several feet between them. As he bent over to pick it up, he tried not to look in the direction of the other boy. There was an excessive amount of skin showing.

Even with Blaine covering up the most crucial parts with his tan hands.

With his best nonchalant face, Kurt gulped and walked the remaining few feet over to where the boy stood awkwardly and handed him the towel. "I think you dropped this."

It was Blaine's turn to be mortified.

He stood there dumbfounded for several seconds, trying to devise a plan to maintain what little dignity which may or may not remain.

How the hell am I going to take that towel from him? If I move my right hand… ok… yeah… that's not even an option. And if I move my left hand… oh fuck.

Blaine looked perplexed.

Kurt had never seen another man naked before. Well, aside from a select few (obviously tasteful) videos and photos he'd stumbled upon (completely unintentionally, of course) online. But this was different. Blaine was standing mere inches away from him. He could feel the heat from the steam radiating around them as they stood together in the locker room, gazing into each other's eyes. Kurt could smell the delicious aroma of Blaine's bodywash swimming through the air. It was the perfect combination of sensuality and masculinity. It had almost a florid fragrance – maybe jasmine? Then Kurt's nose recognized the pleasant tingling scent of something aquatic – mixed with musk and cedar, as well as something unfamiliar, yet extraordinarily exquisite. Kurt determined that it must be the scent of Blaine himself.

Kurt slowly licked his lips as he looked up into Blaine's eyes once again.

Blaine peered up at him through his thick, impossibly long eyelashes and offered a small, innocent smile. "Thanks."

Kurt smiled back and nodded, handing the towel closer to the boy. He kept his eyes fixed on Blaine's beautiful honey-hazel ones, searching deep into his soul.

Blaine took the opportunity to drop his left hand and reached for the tiny red towel.

As he reached for it, their fingers connected and an electric current surged through both of the boys, causing Kurt to drop the towel to the floor and Blaine to release a soft gasp.

They were inches away from their bodies touching; Kurt standing slightly taller than Blaine. Both boys were still staring at one another when Kurt unhurriedly lifted his hand and gently brushed away a stray curl on Blaine's forehead that had come loose.

Blaine's eyes drifted closed with the contact. He had been feeling extremely self-conscious considering the position he was currently in, but that single movement by the other boy had caused his inhibitions to melt away. He leaned closer into Kurt and lifted his eyes, once again peering up at the taller boy from underneath his long, dark eyelashes.

Kurt's breath caught as he maintained eye contact with Blaine. His tanned face was chiseled like marble, and his lips pink, full and wanting. Those same sweet honey eyes were melting Kurt's heart into a puddle. The way that he looked up at him through his beautiful eyelashes sent a shiver up Kurt's spine. The boy looked so young, so innocent.

"Kurt." Blaine whispered. It was all he could say.

Kurt lifted a single finger and tenderly placed it over Blaine's lips, now sending the other boy into a silent frenzy. Blaine's heart began to drum even harder as he absorbed the heat from the other boy's finger on his bare chest. It was phenomenal that the gentle touch of a single fingertip had caused so much emotion to stir in his soul. Kurt exhaled as he too closed his eyes, taking in the scent that he was only able to describe as pure Blaine.

He lifted his hand again and ran it down the boy's cheekbone. Kurt was surprised when he found it to be covered in light stubble. Blaine was so beautiful that he'd assumed his face to be soft and smooth. He followed the trail of stubble from below the boy's earlobe and downward, following the angle of his strong, square jaw. He felt Blaine swallow beneath his fingers as he brought them down underneath his chin, with his thumb trailing along the boy's full lips.

Blaine now had his head turned off to the side, with his eyes closed again, a gentle hum evading his lips. Kurt used the grip of his fingers under the boy's chin to bring his face forward, so his eyes would once again meet his own. In that fraction of a moment that Blaine had looked away, he'd found himself desperately missing those honey-colored eyes.

Slightly surprised by Kurt's bold action, Blaine's eyes widened, pupils now fully dilated and his respirations began to quicken. He looked back into the other boy's eyes and was instantly transfixed. At this proximity, Blaine could see that Kurt's eyes were not just blue, or green, or any other color he'd ever seen before. They were particularly dazzling. Blaine couldn't think of a single word that would even come close to describing them.

The two boys continued to stare at each other as Kurt's long and delicate fingers remained positioned on the side of Blaine's face. The taller boy brought his opposite hand up and placed it gently on the other cheek, now ever-so-gently cupping Blaine's face in both hands.

Blaine broke eye contact and lowered his chin to his chest, after knitting his eyebrows together and releasing a deep, almost frustrated breath.

"Kurt," he gasped. "I-I can't."

Kurt said nothing. He lifted Blaine's chin up gently once more and looked into his eyes.

Blaine tried to look away again, but this time Kurt spoke up. "Please don't look away. You have the most beautiful eyes."

Blaine snapped his attention back to Kurt and swallowed the lump in his throat. He blinked a few times, almost trying to convince himself that the words he'd heard were real. He couldn't help but lower his eyes to look at Kurt's luscious pink lips.

"I've never…" He started, but paused, unknowing what to say next.

Kurt smiled and Blaine's heart melted.

"It's okay." He said, again brushing the runaway curl from the boy's forehead. "We don't have to…"

But this time it was Kurt who was interrupted as Blaine stood up on his toes, closing the gap between the two of them and gently pressed their lips together.

It was soft and tender but slightly uncoordinated. A product of two inexperienced boys trying something new.

Blaine's lips were warm and soft like silk and Kurt could taste remnants of minty mouthwash and vanilla flavored coffee.

Blaine brought his hand up and cupped the left side of Kurt's face with his strong fingers and was leaning his head ever-so-slightly to the right to obtain the perfect connection.

Kurt lifted both of his hands to the back of Blaine's head and found his fingers weaving through the mass of dark curls.

The kiss ended several moments later, with both boys gasping for air. They stood staring at each other, chests rising and falling rapidly with each breath until they connected again for a second, heated exchange.

Kurt was initiating this time, his hands tangling their way through Blaine's hair, his thumbs caressing the sides of Blaine's neck. Their lips found a rhythm and moved together like a well choreographed dance routine.

Blaine dropped from his tippy toes and Kurt used his hands to angle the smaller boy's head upwards and they continued their kiss without interruption. Blaine could feel Kurt's tongue gently licking his lips, silently asking for permission to enter his mouth. He parted his lips ever so slightly and his heart began to race as Kurt's tongue made its way in, exploring every millimeter of Blaine's mouth. He licked over his lips and his teeth, and Blaine's heart nearly exploded out of his chest when their tongues connected and began to dance together.

Kurt noticed that Blaine's hands were down by his sides, awkwardly sitting idly with his fists clenched, so for the briefest of seconds; he released his grasp from Blaine's face and joined their hands together, bringing Blaine's hands around his back and positioning them just above his hip bones. Blaine readily complied and when Kurt returned his hands to Blaine's face, the shorter boy began to softly caress Kurt's back and sides.

As the kiss deepened, Blaine brought his hands up and down Kurt's spine, gently stroking over each of the bony prominences of Kurt's spinal column. The pale boy moaned appreciatively and moved his lips down Blaine's jaw and onto his neck, nipping and sucking as he went.

Blaine brought his hands down to the hem of Kurt's sweater and snuck his fingers underneath the soft fabric. Upon finding another layer; a thin cotton t-shirt, Blaine's agile fingers made their way below until they made contact with pale, porcelain skin.

Kurt hummed as Blaine's fingers caressed his skin gently enough to make him suck in a quick breath of surprise. Blaine could feel the vibration of Kurt's mouth on his neck when he hummed and decided that he would like to have that happen again. He ran his fingers down Kurt's bare sides and felt the boy hum for a second time, his warm breath releasing an erotic groan.

"I need… shirt… off." Blaine groaned between kisses.

Kurt couldn't speak, he just nestled his face into the boys neck before lifting both his shirts up over his head in one fluid motion and discarding them unceremoniously on the floor.

Blaine looked at the sight before him with wide, eager eyes. Kurt's bare chest was impossibly white, and had subtle muscle definition. There was not an ounce of fat to be seen. Blaine was admiring the boy's chest, with his hands gently caressing up and down his ribcage, causing Kurt to wince from the gentle contact.

Blaine smiled and looked back up into Kurt's eyes. Oh, those eyes.

Kurt looked down at Blaine and smiled in return.

They stood there admiring one another for several moments before Blaine bashfully smiled, once again looking up at Kurt through his long eyelashes, "Hi."

Kurt's smile widened, making his eyes twinkle as he stroked his thumb down Blaine's cheek. "Hi."

They shared another kiss, not of the duration of the previous few, but filled with more passion and emotion than any words could possibly describe before the boys separated once again to simply admire each other.

Kurt ran his hands down Blaine's naked chest and down behind his back until they rested on the sweet curvature just above his ass. Slowly, Kurt made his way south, leaving kisses in his wake. He started at Blaine's neck and throat, nibbling and sucking, and then he moved to his chest, leaving kisses on each of his pectorals and spending a few minutes working his tongue around the boy's hardened nipples. Blaine groaned at the contact and wrapped his fingers in Kurt's hair, pulling his lover's head into his own body further, relishing the warmth of his moist tongue and lips.

Kurt's trail of kisses continued, down Blaine's torso and his sides until he was forced to kneel on his knees in order to carry on any further.

Blaine's eyes widened at the sight of the boy kneeling in front of him, and he was suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious. He had felt himself growing hard for the past several minutes and his chest was burning with increased desire but his brain felt uncertain of whether or not he was ready for this much contact so soon.

Kurt immediately noticed the look of trepidation on the boy's face and stood back up, caressing the boy's cheekbone with his gentle fingers once again.

"It's okay Blaine." He whispered, leaving a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead. "If you're not ready we don't have to go any further."

Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep inhalation. The feeling of apprehension was still lingering but had subsided to some extent.

He wanted his. He always had.

Kurt was beautiful. He'd loved him from the moment he'd laid eyes on him on that first day he started at McKinley.

"Kurt." He said, as he opened his eyes once again. "I want this. I want you."

Kurt pulled him in close for another deep, passionate kiss and Blaine followed suit, his hands anxiously roaming around Kurt's naked torso and down to the waistband of his jeans. He looked up at Kurt, silently asking for permission to continue and his heart soared when he saw the smile and the subtle nod from the taller boy.

He unclasped the button on the jeans and slowly unzipped Kurt's fly.

Kurt tipped his head back and released a guttural groan as Blaine reached his hand inside and began caressing his hardened member over the thin cotton layer of his underpants. His hands found their way back to Blaine's exposed abdomen and moved down to where his cock stood fully erect, twitching with every groan and grunt coming from the other boy.

The moment Kurt's hand made contact with him, Blaine's eyes shot open and his mouth opened in a rounded 'O' shape.

"Ohhhh Kuuuurt," he moaned. His hand clenched harder on Kurt's swollen member, eliciting a groan from the other boy.

Blaine quickly pulled the denim of Kurt's jeans down below his ass and began kneading and the ever-growing budge in the white underwear. Kurt's grip tightened on Blaine's member as he began stroking up and down the shaft, twisting and turning and using the slick pre-cum as lubricant.

Both boys' hearts were racing now as Kurt quickened the pace. Blaine continued to palm Kurt through his underwear, which was becoming impossibly tight.

"P-please take them off." Kurt groaned, and Blaine obliged. He managed to pull the underwear down with one hand, using the other to balance himself on Kurt's abdomen. He didn't trust his legs not to give out on him at this point.

The moment that Blaine saw Kurt in his entirety, he felt his cock twitch hard in the other boy's hand. He was beautiful – thick and full. He reached his hand around the shaft and began mimicking the movements that Kurt was performing on his own throbbing cock.

The two boys stood together, inches apart, stroking and caressing for only a few more minutes before Blaine could feel a swirl of heat building in his groin. He closed his eyes and leaned into Kurt further, pumping harder with his own hand on Kurt's swollen member, which was now leaking pre-cum of its own.

"O-ohhh god Kurt…" He stammered. "I-I think I'm g-gonna..."

Kurt looked down at the boy, panting and unable to speak. He continued to pump the boy's cock, and soon he could feel the same heat rising in his own body.

"B-blaine…"

Blaine's brain had shut off moments prior. His panting getting deeper and more rough sounding. He was trying to continue his quest to get Kurt to climax along with him but his hands grew weak and were seemingly no longer able to communicate with his brain.

"K-kurt… oh god…"

Kurt continued pumping his fist faster and harder.

"Kuuuuuuurt…"

Kurt closed his eyes as he felt himself grow closer and closer to the breaking point.

"Kurt."

Panting. Groaning. Whimpering. Moaning.

"Kurt… Are you okay?"

Hmmmmmm… I'm better than ok. I'm getting so close Blaine.

Wait what?

Kurt blinked open his eyes again. .

Blaine Anderson stood several feet away, still clutching onto the tiny red towel, looking genuinely concerned.

"Kurt… you kinda zoned out there for a minute… are you okay?"

Oh, for fuck sake…