Kurt woke in the morning to the sound of Blaine talking on his cell phone in a hushed whisper. Kurt could only make out Blaine's side of the conversation, and what he said made no sense to Kurt whatsoever.

"So were you able to...yeah, yeah...today...no, definitely...I'll tell him today...thanks so much...you're right, you did owe me. Thanks again. Good bye."

Kurt didn't even try to hide the fact that he was listening in when Blaine turned around to climb back under the covers. Kurt figured that the look on Blaine's face when he saw him eavesdropping would answer the questions he had. Blaine saw Kurt's raised eyebrow and smiled a cool, calculating, sexy smile.

"Do I get to find out what that was all about?" Kurt asked.

Blaine wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Yes," Blaine said, sliding under the covers and climbing over Kurt's body. "Later."

Kurt and Blaine thought it would be a good idea to take the kids and explore the neighborhood. Kurt packed a picnic lunch. Dave grabbed a bag and filled it with balls and Frisbees. Dave and Kurt drove the kids in the van while Blaine led the way in the Honda. First, Blaine showed the family how to get to his house from their house. He drove them passed the school that Kurt would be enrolling the older kids in. He drove by the supermarket Kurt liked so Dave would know where it was. He showed them all the landmarks he could think of before stopping at an immense park. To Kurt, it looked more like a tiny forest. Trees grew everywhere, wide open patches of grass stretched out in between, and in the center, a duck pond filled with water foul.

Eva saw the pond as Dave lowered her into her wheelchair. Pointing and waving her arms she screamed, "Birds! Birds! Birds!"

She wanted to get up desperately and chase them. She flapped her arms for a bit to see if she could fly. She pointed to them, and then to herself, and then to Dave and Blaine when they didn't respond right away.

The men looked at each other.

"Do you play football, Anderson?" Dave asked.

Blaine scrunched his nose.

"Not really," Blaine said.

"Then you guys chase the birds." Dave patted Blaine on the shoulder. "Finn and I are going to throw the ball around."

Blaine kissed Kurt quickly on the cheek. He grabbed the handles of the wheelchair and took off with it, heading carefully but quickly over the mostly flat grass toward the pond. Dave rolled his eyes fondly as he grabbed a football out of the bag and tossed it to Finn, who ran in the opposite direction away from the cluster of trees. Kurt looked at Elphaba in her stroller, snoozing peacefully in the cool spring air. Barbra, not willing to wait for Kurt to spread out the blanket he had brought, sat on a tree root and started reading the latest volume of Captain Underpants. Kurt cringed. He hated those books, but at least she was reading.

Kurt laid out the blanket and started assembling plates of food, looking up every so often when he heard a child yell, or an adult laugh. In this area of the park, at least, they were the only ones around. Kurt watched Dave throw Finn an impressive pass, which Finn leapt up and caught like a pro. Blaine and Eva sat by the water, watching the birds take off and land. Blaine was pointing out a family of ducklings, naming each little yellow puffy bird after Finn and the girls. Eva giggled as her namesake duckling veered away from the group and swam headlong into a patch of cattails.

Kurt turned his face to the sunlight, closed his eyes, and breathed in deep as the cool breeze blew. He never really believed in a God. Sure, he called on him more times that he could count, but most of the time it was a heat of the moment thing, and for lack of anything more appropriate to say. But if there was a heaven, a grand and beautiful place where every one went after they died, he wondered if Finn and Rachel were there now, watching their kids. More importantly, he wondered what they might be thinking.

"Everything looks amazing," Blaine said appreciatively, as he kissed Kurt's cheek. Kurt opened his eyes and looked at his boyfriend, backlit by the sun through the trees. Beside him, Eva rambled happily about ducks and ponds and ducklings.

"Kurt! Me and Blaine run. We chase birds. In the water. Yellow bird name Finn, and Barbra, and Elphie, and Eva..."

Kurt quirked an eyebrow at Blaine when Eva said 'Elphie' instead of 'Elphaba'.

"Now I hungry. I want cereal and milk."

Kurt smiled. He had never heard Eva speak so clearly before. She had just told Kurt a whole story, and he had understood most of it.

Dave and Finn came back when they saw Kurt serving food. They all sat together on the blanket and ate in companionable silence. They breathed in deep, and enjoyed the sunlight and the cool air. Elphaba woke up and Kurt fed her. Then Dave took her out of the stroller to stretch her little legs. Kurt watched them go, walking in the direction of the duck pond. Dave had taken a few slices of bread and helped Elphaba break off pieces and toss them into the water. She giggled like mad as the ducks gathered around to eat. Eva noticed the commotion of the birds and tapped Blaine on the shoulder, pointing to where Dave tossed more bread to the ducks.

"I gotcha," Blaine said, standing. He took the breaks off the wheelchair and headed back toward the pond. "Your wish is my command, princess," he teased.

"Dave!" Eva shouted as they headed toward to pond. "I a princess! I Princess Eva!"

'Oh no!' Kurt thought as he heard Eva shout happily.

"Birds! I a princess! I Princess Eva!"

The day passed by quickly, and before Kurt knew, it was time to pack up and head home. This time, Kurt accompanied Blaine in the Honda and Dave took all the kids in the van.

"So, uh," Blaine stuttered as they pulled up to the house, "where should I...uh..."

Kurt smiled.

"We should really figure out some sort of a schedule," Kurt said, "but, do you think you could stay with me tonight?"

Blaine smiled.

"I think I can do that," Blaine said. "Let's stop by my place so I can pick up some stuff."

The kids could barely stay awake through dinner. Blaine couldn't help but snicker as Finn actually dropped his head in his mashed potatoes at one point.

"Okay, Junior," Dave said with a smirk. "Time to shower and get to bed."

One by one, the children were bathed and tucked into bed.

"Well, I guess that's it for me, too." Dave yawned, looking from Blaine to Kurt. "I have to get up early and start looking at colleges and stuff."

"Um, actually," Blaine started nervously, "I have something for you."

Blaine took a business card from his back pocket and handed it to Dave, who looked at Blaine with a raised eyebrow.

"That's my agent's business card," Blaine explained. Thad. He's an alum at CSULB."

Dave looked at Kurt with wide eyes.

"They have an amazing sport's management program," Blaine continued. "They also have an internship program that will allow you to work with a client while you're still learning. It's so popular that it has a pretty long waiting list."

Dave looked confused.

"Then why are you telling me?" Dave asked. "I'm sure it's too late..."

"Well, no, it's not really." Blaine looked so excited as he spoke that Dave quieted instantly. "They save a few spaces exclusively for legacies. Technically, you're not a legacy, but Thad owes me about...oh...nine thousand favors. He gives the school a lot of money, so I'm pretty sure you can get a spot."

Kurt knew this meant that Dave already had a spot waiting for him. Suddenly, the phone call from earlier that morning made sense. He bit his lip with a suppressed smile and looked down at his feet.

"But, Long Beach..."

"Is only half an hour away," Blaine finished, trying to anticipate all of Dave's objections. "I know you have quite a bit of school already under your belt. All you need to do is finish. Now, without the internship program, you're looking at another four years. With it, barely two years. So, give Thad a call, and he'll help you apply, get your transcripts, anything else you need."

Dave looked shocked. He held the card delicately in his fingers, reading the embossed lettering over and over until he had the name, address, and phone numbers memorized.

He shook his head.

"Thank you, really, so much, but I..."

"Dave," Blaine put a hand on his shoulder and looked in his eyes. "Do you remember what you said to me, in the mezzanine at the theater?"

Dave did remember. He remembered asking Blaine not to fail Kurt.

"Well, I promise that to the best of my abilities, I will be the best man I can be. That I'll be worthy of Kurt, and your family." Blaine squeezed Dave's shoulder firmly. "But you have to do the same."

Dave nodded.

"I guess it doesn't hurt to accept a little help," Dave agreed. He smiled at Blaine, holding up the card and putting it in his pocket. "Thank you. I'll call him first thing in the morning. I promise."

Blaine extended a hand and Dave took it, pulling him in for a hug. Stunned, it took a moment for Blaine to hug the man back.

Dave hugged Kurt tightly, and headed to his room.

Kurt leaned up against the wall in the hallway, looking at Blaine with a sideways glace. Blaine looked down at his feet and bit his lip.

"So," Blaine said, pushing off the wall and looking at Kurt.

"So," Kurt repeated, taking Blaine's hands.

"Am I going to get it?" Blaine smiled slyly, looking up at Kurt through a fan of dark lashes.

"Oh, you're going to get it, sweetheart." Kurt dragged Blaine into his room.

Kurt shut and locked the door to his room, dimming the light to the overhead chandelier and casting a romantic glow over the room. Blaine grabbed Kurt, drew him into the circle of his arms, and kissed him insistently. Kurt smiled into it, loving how demanding Blaine could be, but Kurt had a plan for Blaine's lips, and he was way too eager to get started.

Kurt pushed Blaine away gently with a hand to his chest. Blaine looked at Kurt, confused, kiss swollen lips slightly pursed as he awaited either an explanation...or maybe even a command.

"I have an idea." Kurt gazed into Blaine's eyes, a devilish twinkle in the deep blue depths. The ends of Blaine's mouth curled up slightly. He loved Kurt's ideas.

Kurt reached into his pocket. He drew out the tension as he watched Blaine's eyes glued to the movement of his hands. He pulled out his closed fist and raised it to Blaine's eyes. He uncurled his long, pale fingers to reveal the two small pots of make-up Nick had left him.

Blaine raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Please, don't tell me you're getting role play ideas from watching me play with Eva," Blaine teased.

Kurt winced mockingly, and then closed his eyes, shaking his head as he laughed.

"Now, you see, comments like that are going to get your speaking privileges taken away."

Blaine bit his lip, wondering exactly what method Kurt would use to go about keeping him quiet. Three immediately sprang to mind, and Blaine's cock twitched.

"Actually," Kurt said, leading Blaine by the hand over to his vanity, "Nick gave me these. Apparently, my lack of self-control has became shamefully noticeable as of late...especially where you're concerned."

Kurt sat Blaine down on the small chair, facing away from the circular mirror. Kurt opened a drawer and pulled out some sponges, some brushes, and a few odd tubes. Kurt laid these all out along with the two pots in his hands.

Looking into his honey colored eyes, he slowly pulled off Blaine's shirt and tossed it carelessly to the floor.

Kurt leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"We're going to play a little dress up...and you get to be my doll."

Blaine had to endure make-up numerous times in the past. In fact, he couldn't even count the amount of times someone had covered his skin with foundation, put light mascara on his lashes, tones and highlights to accentuate his features, or cover up to make him look younger. Not just on his face. Sometimes, if a scene required him to remove his shirt, he would have to wear body make-up as well.

The daily routine of having Deidre put on his make-up was a lot different than what Kurt was doing now.

Having Kurt lean over him, move his face from left to right, scrutinizing every detail as he gently applied foundation, then eyeliner, then lip gloss, turned the whole process into something sinful and erotic.

At the studio, the make-up artists jabbered away as they worked on the actors. They talked and talked, and the banter was non-stop. The bright lights in the make-up trailer were harsh and jarring, sometimes making an obnoxious popping or buzzing noise as they always seemed to be on the brink of burning out.

The atmosphere in Kurt's room soothed Blaine - the deep orchid walls, the beautiful pale carpet, the alluring scent of vanilla, ever present - probably because everything about it made him think of Kurt. Blaine soaked in Kurt's delicate touches as he carefully applied his make-up, his soft gaze as it swept over Blaine's skin, the way Kurt hummed as he worked - a gorgeous man lavishing attention on him, turning Blaine into a work of art.

Blaine held his breath when Kurt painted his lips. Kurt smiled.

"You need to breathe, sweetheart, or this is going to be over too quickly."

Blaine let out a slow, steady breath, barely slipping between his lips as Kurt worked.

His face was done. Burning with curiosity, Blaine tried to turn toward the mirror, but Kurt grabbed him by the knees and spun him away before he could take a look. Kurt grabbed a bottle off the vanity and squeezed something into his palm. Blaine closed his eyes at the feeling of Kurt moving his fingers through his hair, using some product to tame his curls, add weight to them and make them a little straighter.

"Now," Kurt said seductively, "I get to dress you."

Kurt stood Blaine up. He took Blaine's pants and boxer briefs off together slowly, pulling them sensually down his legs, touching every inch of his skin as he traveled. Blaine watched Kurt with hooded, hungry eyes, silently begging for Kurt's mouth on him, anywhere. He didn't know why being dressed up was having such an effect on him, but all of his nerves were suddenly on high alert, tingling with every touch of Kurt's fingers as they lazily brushed against his skin.

Kurt went to his closet, quickly finding what he was looking for amongst the row of clothes. Kurt held out a pair of black pleather pants, a lot like the leather pants he wore when he tried his hand at dominating Kurt, but these were tighter, more form fitting. They slid up Blaine's legs and hugged every curve, every muscle. Blaine watched the pants clinging to his skin and couldn't help the hard-on he was getting. Kurt pulled the pants up around Blaine's hip bone, buttoning them, and doing the zipper. Then he ran his hands over them, over Blaine's hips and over Blaine's ass, around the front to where his cock strained against the fabric.

Kurt smirked.

"Nice," he said, obviously appreciating the view.

Kurt then grabbed another hanger. This one held a red tank top in what Blaine could only tell was made of some sort of bright red material that was so shiny, it looked almost like liquid. Kurt held it out in front of him, slipping his arms through the holes, and moving around behind him to pull it tight in the back. Only then did Blaine realize it tied up in the back like a corset.

Blaine had never worn a shirt even remotely like it. The smooth fabric clinging to his skin, showing every defined muscle, accentuating every detail of his toned abs, turned him on even more.

Kurt pulled one last item from the closet - a strange red jacket of sorts made out of some sort of shaggy faux fur. It looked outlandish and over the top, but Blaine loved it. It struck Blaine suddenly that Kurt had probably designed and made these clothes, possibly for work, and he wanted to moan at the thought of Kurt wearing them, the image of these pants on Kurt's legs, looking nearly painted on, and this beautiful shirt with the tie up back clinging to Kurt's dancer's torso.

Blaine started to feel anxious. He wanted to say something, make a joke, get Kurt giggling, but the sexual tension in the air could not be broken. Blaine didn't want it broken.

Kurt slipped the jacket over Blaine's arms, maneuvering the fabric over his muscular arms. Blaine expected the inside of the jacket to be scratchy for some reason, but it was smooth and silky due to a luxurious satin lining. Kurt's attention to details. Blaine was sure of it. Blaine shivered as it touched his skin, smooth and cool, brushing over his heated flesh and causing goosebumps to form.

Kurt stepped back to take in the full affect. Blaine didn't know what to expect from the expression on Kurt's face. Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes, shining like sapphire ice as they slowly roamed over Blaine's body, from his hair, down over his face, that clingy shirt, those sinful pleather pants with his aching hard on on full display, till it reached his feet, and then started to travel back up again.

Blaine stood still, but beneath his skin he was fidgeting, eager, anxious, waiting. He used to consider himself a patient man, but never in the past did he had anything as fabulous as Kurt Hummel to wait for.

"I'm going to take your picture," Kurt said finally. Kurt took Blaine by the shoulders and backed him up, maneuvering him around, standing him up against walls and then stepping back to see how he looked. Finally, Kurt walked Blaine over to the window. He stood back to take in the image of Blaine in this extraordinary red outfit against the sheer white curtains. Kurt smiled.

"Perfect."

Blaine expected Kurt to take out his iPhone and snap a picture. Instead, Kurt went to his closet and pulled out a professional looking camera case. He laid it on the floor and opened it. Blaine's eyes went wide. Here was another facet of his beautiful black swan that he never knew existed. Blaine watched as Kurt assembled an expensive looking digital SLR, but the bag, about the size of a suitcase, held multiple cameras, lenses, and a mini tripod.

Kurt giggled when he looked through the view finder and noticed Blaine's expression.

"Uh...it's a guilty pleasure," Kurt explained, focusing the lens of the camera and snapping the first shot. "I started getting students at local colleges to model my clothes."

Another shot.

"I think it worked better for their portfolios than for mine."

Another shot.

"I'd love to see it sometime," Blaine whispered, watching as Kurt peered intently at him over the camera.

"Some other time," Kurt replied.

Kurt approached Blaine, looking at him thoughtfully. He took Blaine's arm, posing him carefully, moving his head, tilting it sideways, before retreating behind the camera again to take the shot. Blaine felt his heart thrumming in his chest, felt his cock twitching.

After another shot, Kurt returned, reposing Blaine, tilting his head in the opposite direction and down, so that the heavy lids of Blaine's eyes closed half-way, shrouding his now molten gold irises.

Kurt took another shot.

When Kurt approached again, camera in hand, Blaine asked, "Do I get to see what I look like?"

Kurt's breath caught in his throat. Blaine panted slightly, lips parted, his voice low and unintentionally sultry.

Kurt hadn't realized that Blaine was getting as turned on as Kurt was.

Kurt pressed a few buttons on the back of his camera and then turned the view screen toward Blaine. Blaine saw himself, not the way he looked in his reflection in the mirror, not the way he looked on the show in his cardigan and tighter than necessary jeans, but the way he saw Kurt - a beautiful, exotic, formidable creature, comfortable in his skin, breaking boundaries of glamor, sexy as hell if he said so himself. He was an erotic creature with plump, red lips; skillfully lined eyes; light silver eye shadow; and a flawless complexion.

He looked almost like a doll.

Blaine gulped audibly.

Kurt's face fell a bit.

"You don't like it?" Kurt asked quietly.

Blaine almost couldn't talk around the lump in his throat.

"I love it," Blaine said quietly. "Take more."

Kurt bit his lip.

"I have plans of taking a lot of pictures tonight, Blaine," Kurt said. Kurt positioned Blaine's face again, and took another picture, this time a close up of Blaine's face. Blaine felt his face flush with color at the closeness of the shot and the intensity of Kurt's eyes on his.

Kurt put the camera carefully on the bed, and turned back to Blaine. Kurt put his hands beneath the jacket, wrapping them around Blaine's waist, untying the laces in the back. Kurt could feel Blaine's cock against his leg, felt Blaine move gently against Kurt as they stood close together.

"Believe me when I tell you, you don't want to cum in those pants." Kurt smiled when Blaine groaned, stilling his hips.

Kurt brought his hands up under the jacket to Blaine's shoulders, undoing a tie Blaine didn't realize was there. Kurt pulled on the shirt, watching it slide over Blaine's tan skin, watching Blaine tremble slightly as the shoulder ties dragged slowly over his nipples, hearing him moan low in the back of his throat.

Kurt lay the shirt over the vanity, returning to Blaine, now bare chested beneath his fur jacket. Kurt took in a sharp breath at the image of Blaine, who had lifted his arms to link his hands behind his neck, head turned slightly to the left, eyes hooded, ab muscles on display. Kurt's eyes drifted until they settled on his hard-on outlined by the pleather pants.

Had Blaine always been that huge? How did Kurt miss that?

Kurt started to salivate at the sight of Blaine's beauty so starkly on display.

"Stay just like that?" Kurt said, rushing to grab his camera. "Don't move a muscle."

Blaine held his breath as Kurt snapped off photo after photo of Blaine in that pose, pictures of his face, his chest, his profile, his abs. It seemed like Kurt wanted to capture every inch of him in that outfit.

Blaine's fingers, linked behind his neck, intertwined tighter as they itched to get at Kurt, to take him to the floor, to lick down his body and suck on his neck.

Kurt noticed the change - the tightening in Blaine's muscles, the way his jaw tensed, the twitch of his cock as it grew just slightly bigger.

Kurt felt an overwhelming need to taste Blaine, to feel him hot and heavy against his tongue, to see if he could grow just a little larger inside his mouth.

Once again, Kurt put his camera down. He took Blaine by the arms and moved him toward the bed, sitting him down and leaning him back. Blaine caught himself with his arms. Kurt spread Blaine's legs wide so that Blaine had to prop one leg up, bent, to keep his balance. Kurt looked Blaine over. Blaine panted as he looked up at Kurt.

Kurt stepped back, retrieved his camera, and snapped off a few more shots. Then he set about setting up his tripod. He fixed the camera to the top of the tripod. Blaine watched with interest as Kurt pressed some buttons in the back, and then attached a little device to the camera with a USB chord, setting it with a few more button pushes.

Kurt looked through the view finder, and made some adjustments, moving the camera back a few paces, pushing a few more buttons, and adjusting the aperture of the lens.

Kurt pressed a button and stepped out from behind the camera.

"What did you do?" Blaine asked as Kurt sidled up to him, gazing down at Blaine appreciatively, eyes already undressing him slowly, lingering on the bulge pressing against the pleather pants.

"I set the camera to auto focus, and hooked it up to an intervalometer. This way it will take a picture at programmed intervals without me having to be press the shutter button."

Blaine swallowed hard. As if on cue, the camera flashed. Blaine looked passed Kurt at the camera, as if just noticing that it was there, and then the flash went off again.

"It's programmed to take two photos in a row." Kurt smirked. "So, I can get a picture and a reaction."

"What are we going to do now?" Blaine's voice shook just a bit, his body vibrating with heat for want of this man, anxious at the thought of doing something intimate on film.

"Well..." Kurt leaned forward, palming Blaine through the pleather pants. Blaine's head dropped back on his shoulder as his throbbing erection finally got some friction.

Another flash.

Blaine's head snapped up, his hair flying wildly as another flash went off.

"First," Kurt continued, seeming nonplussed by the bright lights going off behind them, "I'm going to suck you off..."

Kurt dropped slowly to his knees as he spoke, grabbing Blaine's legs and pulling him to the edge of the bed.

"And then..." Kurt pulled open the button to Blaine's pants. Blaine watched as Kurt opened the zipper slowly, licking his lips at the sight of Blaine's erection as if he were something to eat and Kurt was starving desperately. "I get to ride you."

Kurt flicked his eyes up to look into Blaine's once - cool, controlled blue ice melting under the heat of molten gold.

Kurt sank his mouth over Blaine's cock slowly - inch by torturous inch until he couldn't look up into Blaine's eyes any more. Kurt adjusted his position on the floor so he could take Blaine in. When Blaine's cock hit the back of Kurt's throat, Blaine threw his head back and moaned.

Flash. Flash.

Kurt moved, sucking hard but slowly, knowing that Blaine's control was hanging by a thread. He tried his best not to tip Blaine over the edge - he didn't hum, or laugh, or breath too quickly. Just a steady motion up and down. Kurt knew what he was doing. He knew what Blaine looked like without even having to spare him a glance. Blaine's head rolled from shoulder to shoulder as he moaned. He had yet to move at all from the position Kurt had put him in. At one point, Kurt could feel him shift slightly, and knew Blaine was running his hand over his own body - up his abs, across his nipples, along the line of his neck, and maybe - if Kurt was lucky - sucking a finger into his own mouth.

Kurt couldn't wait to see those pictures.

Kurt could tell by the way Blaine's moans turned into breathy pants that there was not much more Kurt could do without Blaine cumming. Kurt stopped, pulling off with an almost obscene sound, and smiling when he heard Blaine groan in disappointment.

"I was so looking forward to cumming in your mouth," Blaine confessed.

Kurt moaned hearing those words. He stood and kissed Blaine, deep and dirty, grabbing his arms roughly.

Flash. Flash.

Kurt straightened and slowly slipped off his shirt. Blaine no longer registered the flashing of the camera as Kurt undressed, tossing away his shirt, and then unbuttoning his jeans, slipping them down his legs as Blaine watched.

Of course, Kurt wasn't wearing any underwear.

Kurt let Blaine look at him, let him run his lust blown eyes over his pale body as he held his own aching cock, stroking it in his grip.

"No, no," Blaine tutted, reaching up to grab Kurt's hips in his hands and draw him closer.

The urge to take Kurt in his mouth was undeniable. Kurt had other ideas, as difficult as it might have been for him to move his cock away from Blaine's beautiful, eager mouth.

Kurt wanted to ride Blaine, and Kurt always got his way.

Kurt held something up in front of Blaine's face. It was a golden ampule of fluid, about the length of Kurt's palm and the width of his index finger.

"This," Kurt said, slowly twisting the narrow end until Blaine heard it snap, "is new."

Kurt squeezed most of the contents of the capsule into his hand. Blaine saw a thick, translucent, gold colored liquid come out. Kurt placed the rest gently by his knee. He took hold of Blaine's hard-on and started coating it with the gold colored fluid.

"Aren't you going to undress me first?" Blaine asked. He hissed as Kurt's hand came in contact with his cock, expecting the lube to be cold since Kurt didn't warm it in his hands. As soon as the liquid touched his skin, it tingled and then warmed.

Kurt twisted his lips into a devious grin.

"Nope. Everything you're wearing is dry cleanable."

Kurt bent over Blaine's cock and blew cold air over it, causing the liquid to heat even more. Blaine thrust up involuntarily.

Kurt chuckled.

"This has real gold in it," Kurt explained, raising up to line himself up with Blaine's cock. "It reacts to hot and cold."

Blaine's eyes rolled to the back of his head as Kurt lowered himself slowly, fitting himself over his erection carefully.

Every where Kurt's tight heat settled over Blaine's cock, it sent chills down the shaft, prompted by the new lube, but in the spots still exposed to the cool air in the room, Blaine felt warm tingles on his skin. The lube seemed especially slick, more like a viscous oil than the stuff they normally used.

The lube must have had a similar effect on Kurt because he shivered as he lowered himself over Blaine's cock.

"Oh God," Blaine moaned, closing his eyes and lying flat on the bed. "I'm not going to last that long with this stuff.

"Then, I should ring you," Kurt suggested with a smirk.

Blaine's eyes popped open. He grabbed Kurt's hips in a vice grip before he had a chance to lift off him.

"Too late now," Blaine said. "You're already here."

Kurt laughed, clenching around Blaine's cock when he did, the intense heat causing the lube to cool Blaine's cock even more.

Kurt reached out over Blaine, spreading some of the liquid over Blaine's chest and nipples, blowing along the shimmery golden trail. Blaine grabbed at the sheets on the bed, arching his back to follow Kurt's mouth as he blew over his skin.

"Kurt." Blaine's broken voice groaned wantonly. "You're going to kill me, baby."

"Not yet," Kurt remarked. "Not until I have you."

Blaine marveled at Kurt's muscle control, how he moved so smoothly up and down, how he rarely tired. Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand, emptying what was left in the ampule into his palm.

Blaine groaned, snapping his hips up a bit to match Kurt's rhythm.

"This stuff's pretty potent." Kurt moved Blaine's hand over his cock, a silent plea to touch him. Blaine wrapped his fingers around Kurt's cock and squeezed, gently but firmly. Kurt braced himself with his hands on Blaine's chest, stilling for a moment as he absorbed the sensation of cool settling over his sensitive skin.

"I can tell," Blaine said. "It's pretty amazing."

He started pumping Kurt, watching his reaction as he whimpered, biting his lip and rolling his head again.

"Y-you should try it on b-both ends," Kurt stammered, reveling in the confusing sensation of hot and cold as it rippled along inside him and around his cock. "Jesus..." he moaned, moving more quickly to chase the friction of Blaine's hand.

Blaine whined as he watched Kurt, unable to hold himself back, bucking up into Blaine's fist, moving his hands over his chest, spreading whatever lube he had left on his hand over his own nipples. Blaine sat up, blowing lightly over Kurt's skin the same way Kurt had done to Blaine. Kurt groaned loudly, almost unseating himself from Blaine's cock as his hips stuttered. Kurt slowly started to pull off the red jacket, needing to feel more of Blaine's naked skin against him. He delicately tossed the furry coat to the floor, then pressed himself against Blaine's chest, humming excitedly as the friction of their coated skin sent shivers of hot and cold soaring through his body. Kurt could feel it all over - up his spine, over his cock, along his nipples, and in his ass.

Kurt became a writhing mess. Blaine fought to hold him with his free arm, enjoying the felling of Kurt's body sliding over and around him.

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt moaned, trying to find purchase over Blaine's slick skin. "God, Blaine, I love you."

Kurt couldn't seem to stop talking once he got started. Blaine kissed up the column of Kurt's neck while he listened.

"I love you...everything about you, Blaine," Kurt continued, words stumbling over each other to fall from his lips, shameless and unbidden. "I love your heart and your smile...and your body, Blaine. God, I love your body so much."

Kurt started a frantic pace, and Blaine almost came, almost screamed at the sensation of hot and cold as it hit him with the power and speed of a jet engine turbine, lighting up his skin.

"Your amazing body..." Kurt groaned, mumbling quicker as if he knew he was about to cum, knew he was about to step off that edge, but needed to get the words out. "Your amazing tongue on my skin..."

Blaine licked a stripe up Kurt's neck and Kurt grabbed for him, running his nails along Blaine's skin.

"A-and your glorious ass..."

Blaine chuckled.

Kurt was almost breathless, unable to stop moving, unable to keep from bucking into Blaine's fist, not wanting this combination of hot, cold, hard, soft to end.

"I wish you could feel this," Kurt whispered, delicately nibbling Blaine's shoulder, trying to go harder, faster over Blaine's cock.

Blaine knew what Kurt needed.

He grabbed Kurt around the waist, holding him close and flipping their positions on the bed. Blaine managed to kick off the pants carefully, and cheered quietly to himself as he laid Kurt down with his ass hanging off the edge of the bed. He grabbed one of Kurt's hands, wrapping it around his cock.

"Do you think you can take care of this for me, baby?" Blaine whispered seductively, kissing him tenderly, feeling Kurt nod his head as he kissed him. Kurt slowly began to stroke himself, watching Blaine with a fire melting his eyes from a cool blue to a steel grey.

Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist, waiting patiently, anticipating Blaine's next move as he grabbed onto Kurt's hips and held him tight. Blaine tried a few experimental strokes, watching Kurt's eyelids fall closed, watched at he bit his lip raw. Kurt's hand moved quicker, his hips stuttering slightly in Blaine's grasp.

Blaine began with no warning, pounding away, driving into Kurt in earnest.

Kurt's back arched, his arm a blur as his hand moved over his cock. Kurt wanted to scream, wanted to wake up the house yelling Blaine's name, but he couldn't. The most he could do was to groan loudly, a gravelly sound in the back of his throat.

The intense friction, added by the thick fluid, and the hot and cold chasing each other along his skin, had Kurt spiraling within minutes at Blaine's relentless pace.

"Yes! Yes, Blaine! More Blaine!"

Kurt didn't imagine Blaine could actually give him more, but he asked anyway, begging and begging with no ability to stop. As it turned out, Blaine had more to give, lifting Kurt's legs to put one over each shoulder, spreading his cheeks with his hands so he could drive into him deeper.

Kurt was amazed by his boyfriend. He opened his eyes to watch the man who was giving him so much pleasure. Blaine's muscles strained as he moved, his abs curling, contracting deliciously. Kurt could see every ripple of his six pack. His arms, holding Kurt open and up off the bed, didn't twitch or show any sign of fatigue. The very idea that Blaine could do this to Kurt all night was almost enough to make Kurt cum.

Kurt didn't think he would ever describe another man's cock as incredible. It sounded kind of cheesy. But Blaine's was. It was incredible, if for no other reason than it felt like Blaine was made to be in him. The two of them, their bodies, fit together so well. Blaine could find that special spot inside Kurt with no effort, no clumsy searching or awkward adjusting. They just slid together, like the pieces of a puzzle that were meant to always be connected.

It was Blaine's eyes that did him in. Blaine's eyes were closed, his whole face calm, betraying the physical exertion of his whole body. When Blaine heard Kurt, whimpering, moaning, begging wordlessly for release, Blaine opened his eyes. Blaine looked at Kurt with so much love, so much adoration, Kurt was lost. He came under the soft glow of those eyes. They drew it out of Kurt, looked into his soul and saw everything there was to see of him, lying open and vulnerable on the bed. The cool air danced over Kurt's skin, heating the haphazard trail of lube on his chest and nipples. His entire body sparked and crackled. He spilled over his own chest, his skin turning to ice wherever his hot cum touched it.

Blaine saw Kurt cum, saw his blue eyes roll, his back arch off the bed, felt Kurt's tight hole squeeze around him. He couldn't help but stare in awe as this gorgeous man became an immense, unearthly beauty as he came, every muscle responding, every inch of him reacting, his skin flushing red, his breath stopping for just a moment as his orgasm rushed over him, his eyelids delicately fluttering closed, and his pounding heart vibrating his whole chest.

Blaine's body tingled as he came. He gripped Kurt's cheeks hard in his hands, feeling his own hot cum ignite a flame around the sensitive skin of his cock. His body screamed to withdraw, to be out of Kurt's body and away from the heat, but Blaine wanted it - wanted Kurt's heat and his own heat to burn him away to pieces, to ashes, so that later, under the hot spray of the shower, or in his arms in bed, Kurt could put Blaine back together, kiss after kiss, touch after touch.

The tingling didn't stop when Blaine had finished coming. It didn't stop when he softened and pulled out of Kurt reluctantly. It definitely didn't stop when an exhausted and sated Kurt knelt up on the bed and threw himself into Blaine's arms.

Blaine prayed that the tingling never stopped, that he could carry it with him when he a Kurt had to part, and that he would always be with them when they held each other like this, when the lines between them blurred and they became one.

"You're so beautiful," Kurt whispered as he gently kissed Blaine's shoulder.

"Well," Blaine gasped, overcome by Kurt in his arms, "you did a good job."

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, and Blaine could see them shimmering in the low light. Kurt shook his head slowly. He sat on the bed, arms still wrapped around Blaine's waist. He rested his head over Blaine's chest, right above his heart.

"No, Blaine," Kurt whispered. "You're beautiful."

Blaine put a hand in Kurt's hair, trembling under the weight of his love, empowering him for tomorrow when he would have to go to the studio and face the devils he worked with.

Too bad he couldn't just spend all day with Kurt, playing with the kids, eating all his meals with the family, and making love into the night. If he could find a way to fit music in there somewhere, that would be his perfect life.

He heard Kurt sniffle as the camera flashed twice.

"Ugh," Kurt groaned, smiling up at Blaine and wiping his eyes with long fingers. "I forgot about that." Kurt stood up and hurried to the tripod, pressing a button the tiny gadget that ran the camera.

"We should go shower," Kurt suggested, extending a hand for Blaine to take. "I need to get you to bed, right? Don't you have a 6 a.m. call?"

"Blech!" Blaine reached for Kurt. "Good feelings gone."

Kurt scrunched his face.

"I'm sorry," Kurt said.

Blaine shook his head, and pulled Kurt to him, fitting his body against him, swaying with him slightly. He felt the tingle on his skin as they touched. It felt nice.

Then, Blaine stopped, a quizzical expression on his face as he stared ahead.

"I just thought of something," Blaine said, and then started laughing.

"What?" Kurt asked, a little concerned. "What did you just think of?"

Blaine looked at Kurt's stunned expression and almost laughed again.

"What temperature water do we use to wash this off with?"