So Kurt shut up. Really, what he wanted was to sleep with and wake up next to Blaine, but he did not want to make a big deal about that. Not everything was about sex. But then morning sex sounded like it might be fun, too. So, yeah, a lot was about sex.

Kurt's sweet and considerate boyfriend met him at the door with an unapologetically scorching kiss. His hands were everywhere at once and Kurt clearly had entirely too many clothes on to suit Blaine. His only concession was to allow Kurt ten seconds to drape his shirt and shorts over a chair rather than leave them on the floor of the entryway.

"Kurt…I've just…Let me..." Blaine pushed his hands past the elastic waistband of Kurt's underwear to cup his delightfully firm ass and bring him closer. He sent jolts of pleasure down Kurt's body from his open mouth on Kurt's neck. Teeth and tongues, hot breath and whimpers, Kurt met Blaine's urgency with a passion all his own.

Blaine practically carried Kurt into the great room, pushing him onto a large leather chaise and climbing over him. Blaine had Kurt's wife beater pushed up and was licking and sucking his nipples as Kurt arched his back to meet Blaine's hungry mouth. Blaine's lips were so many places, his saliva leaving shiny trails over Kurt's soft skin and his teeth creating sweet little bite marks. Kurt pulled off his undershirt with a groan and did not see where it landed.

Blaine moved with such a singleness of purpose that Kurt felt entirely taken by him. There was no time to think; his senses could only record the sensations as they happened. The noises that escaped Kurt were involuntary and raw and echoed off of the cool marble floors and high ornate ceiling. Blaine stopped briefly to pull Kurt's sandals and underwear off. Kurt got up on his elbows and lifted his ass to help with his underwear.

When his eye focused he was stunned by their reflection in a mirrored wall several feet away. His nude body contrasted starkly with Blaine's fully dressed one. He stared in fascination as Blaine gripped his purpling cock and enveloped it with his mouth. Watching their images and feeling the slippery heat of his boyfriend's tongue sent a charge of sensation through his torso that bordered on painful. Kurt involuntarily bucked his hips. Blaine's hand shot out to catch one hip, forcing Kurt back down on the chaise. Kurt leaned back with a gulp and closed his eyes.

"Oh…Oh…Oh…"Kurt sounded with each bob of Blaine's head. Kurt's noises aroused Blaine even more. He was taking in Kurt's entire penis now, relaxing his throat and sucking hard. Kurt raised his head again to see Blaine's reddened lips moving up and down on his erection. Blaine's eyes opened to look at Kurt with such an appetite that Kurt realized that his only job in the world at that moment in time was to deliver his come for Blaine. Blaine's whirling tongue ensured that he would not disappoint. Kurt's eyes traveled again to their reflection and he saw the red flush of arousal that had spread across his own chest. His mouth filled with saliva as he watched Blaine working on him. "God, I LOVE your mouth!" panted Kurt. "Oh. Fuck. So good."

Blaine moaned and then gradually slowed his movements on Kurt. "What? Don't stop," cried his boyfriend, almost panicked. From a kneeling position Blaine held up Kurt's legs just under his bent knees and brought them over his shoulders. He pushed Kurt's folded legs back, almost against Kurt's chest. Kurt watched pre-come and spit drip slowly from his tortured cock onto his stomach. Blaine kneeled down and soundly licked Kurt from the top of the crack of his ass to his balls. Kurt did not hear the shameless wail he made until it came back to him in an echo from the hard surfaces of the room. By then Blaine's wide tongue was making a second trip, more slowly, stopping to tease Kurt's entrance along the way, finally sucking and tonguing Kurt's sac. He then lowered Kurt's legs onto his shoulders and coated two of his fingers with saliva. Those were the fingers he would use to continue the job begun with his tongue.

Kurt's body was all prickling sensations of heat and cold with the exception of a dull ache in his balls. He cried out to Blaine, no words, just inflamed need for release. "I know, I know…" soothed Blaine and his mouth once again swallowed Kurt's erection. This time Kurt grasped Blaine's head, winding the fingers of both hands into the dark curls at the back of his head.

Blaine had started this; he needed to finish it.

"BlaineBlaineBlaine…" Kurt cried. He wanted to say, you did this to me. Now suck me. Damn it. Suck. Me. Thank the gods Blaine did not need him to tell him that. Blaine's cheeks were hollowing out with each trip to the tip of his boyfriend's cock, his tongue was following the sensitive vein and when Blaine knew Kurt was very, very close, he hummed from deep in his throat and sent Kurt spiraling over the edge.

Blaine swallowed all that Kurt offered him. When Kurt's writhing finally stopped, Blaine stilled the caressing motions of his wet fingers and regretfully released his boyfriend's softening member. He moved over Kurt, gathering him in his arms and holding him close. Blaine licked a shoulder, sucked softly on his neck, and teased and tasted an ear. Kurt quivered and purred as his heart rate and breathing began to slow. His hand crept to Blaine's cheek and brought their mouths together in a languorously slow, searching kiss. He whispered, "I wanted to taste myself in your mouth." Blaine smiled against his lips and whispered back, "I can't get enough but since it is you, I am willing to share."

And that is how their afternoon together began.

"I was watching us," Kurt admitted and pointed to the mirrored wall. "Now I can understand why they put mirrors in those tacky honeymoon suites." Blaine craned his neck and saw his reflected image lying on the chaise. Then turned back to caress Kurt's shoulder and arm, finally resting his hand on Kurt's bare hip.

"Blaine, do you want to stay down here?" Kurt trailed his finger down his boyfriend's shirt, making sure he grazed over a nipple on the way down. He cupped Blaine's face and laid soft teasing kisses on his mouth. "Because if we are staying here you need to find a way out of those clothes." Blaine didn't answer.

Kurt continued his caresses, smoothing his hand over Blaine's forehead and cheekbone, finding the soft stubble under his chin, tracing over his lips. Blaine caught Kurt's hand and returned it to his mouth, licking the open palm softly. "Ummmm…Blaine," Kurt sighed and brought Blaine's palm to his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. They put their wet palms together, fingers intertwined. When their lips met they tasted the salt from one another's hands. Tongues explored. Passions reignited

Kurt deepened the kiss, pushing Blaine onto his back and moving on top of him. Blaine found Kurt's hips with his hands, then traveled to Kurt's shapely butt.

"Hey, aren't you the guy who wants to talk about everything?" teased Kurt. "You are a man of few words today. Not that I am complaining you understand."

Blaine had to grin. "Honestly, Kurt I woke up so so horny I couldn't put a sentence together. I'm actually kind of embarrassed about it. Well not too embarrassed, I'm ready to go again whenever you say the word..." He ran his arms down the sides of Kurt's unclothed body. "I'm just so hungry for you. I feel like some kind of an animal..."

"My kind of animal," assured Kurt. "You were amazing Blaine Warbler. And now you've got me thinking about all kinds of things I want to talk with you about." From his position on top Kurt rolled his hips into Blaine's.

"I want ask you something personal," said Kurt. Kurt rolled his hips again. Blaine's eyes began to darken with lust.

"Are you hard yet, Blaine? I need you to get hard."

Blaine groaned. Kurt rolled his hips. "Oh, fuck, Kurt. I'm getting hard," he gasped.

"Blaine, I want you to be honest with me." Kurt rolled his hips.

"What-?"

"Do you ever fantasize about us having sex?" Kurt's body was still; he was waiting for the answer.

"What? Of course."

"I mean real sex, Blaine." And Kurt rolled his hips.

"God, Kurt! YES!"

Kurt slightly moved off of Blaine and put his hand on Blaine's erection. "In your mind, how does it work?" Kurt could feel the heat coming through Blaine's cotton shorts.

"Uh,…"

"Tell me one of your fantasies, Blaine." Kurt lightly traced the outline of Blaine's hard on with his index finger.

Blaine suddenly tried to grab Kurt's hand but Kurt slapped him away.

"No, Blaine. I am touching you and you are talking to me."

Blaine struggled to concentrate on something besides his hard on. "You want me to tell you how to have sex?"

"No, I want you to tell me a fantasy you have about us having sex." Soft fingers were caressing the tip of Blaine's covered erection.

"This is torture." Blaine sounded almost pissed.

Kurt leaned over Blaine and whispered, "I could make you come while you are telling me about it. Come on, honey. You know you want to talk about it before we do it. You are the talker." Then Kurt unbuttoned and unzipped Blaine's fly.

Blaine groaned in frustration. Then he was quiet. Kurt waited patiently for him to begin. He looked at the tenting of Blaine's shorts protruding from his open jeans.

Blaine's voice came out soft and kind of scratchy. He started talking once and had to clear his throat. "Sometimes you are on top of me," his darkened eyes sought out Kurt's as he spoke. "You are riding my cock."

"Are you lying down or sitting up?"

"Both. Er…sometimes I'm lying down, sometimes I'm sitting up or propped part way up."

Kurt smiles. "Good man. So am I facing you?"

"Always."

Kurt nodded his head. He could picture it. "It sounds pretty hot," admitted Kurt. "Let's try something, okay?" He didn't wait for Blaine to answer. Kurt kneeled beside Blaine then threw one leg over him, straddling Blaine's hips.

"Kurt!" protested Blaine.

"Just wait." Kurt settled on Blaine, facing him. "Like this?" Kurt scooted around a bit. He could feel Blaine's clothed erection pushing in the crack of his ass. Oh, he thought. Yes. Like this.

Blaine's hands were splayed on Kurt's thighs, gripping him tightly. "Oh, god, Kurt."

Kurt leaned forward and kissed Blaine. His hands were on the chaise on either side of Blaine's dark curls. Kurt said, "But you would have to get me ready first, yes?" Kurt was moving his ass in circles over Blaine's erection.

Blaine nodded and swallowed hard.

"How would you do that?"

"My fi-fi-fingers."

"What else?"

"Lube."

"Anything else?"

Blaine looked at Kurt and he whispered. "I might start with my mouth."

Kurt stopped moving his ass. He leaned over to Blaine. "Your mouth?"

Blaine nodded.

Kurt's eyes glinted. "Will you show me?"

"Yes. But first I would like to undress."

Kurt grinned. "Sounds like a plan."

Kurt moved off of Blaine. Blaine sat up and pulled off his shirt in one motion. He toed off his sandals and stood up to pull down his shorts and boxers. The he laid back on the chaise and signaled to Kurt to come over.

"Straddle me again only this time facing away." Kurt moved over his boyfriend. "Stay up on your knees. Okay, now scoot back a little at a time. You'll know when you have it right. Blaine held onto Kurt by the hips, and encouraged him to move back. Bingo. Kurt's cool butt cheeks met with Blaine's warm lips. Blaine gripped Kurt's ass possessively. Blaine was softly lapping around Kurt's entrance.

It was Kurt's turn to gasp and moan. Blaine kissed and made circles with his tongue. He massaged his ass. He licked his perineum.

Later. "Blaine? Oh, gods!"

"Umm?"

"Is that your tongue?"

Umm…hummm…

Later. "Rimming is part of your fantasy?"

"UMM…HMMM"

Oh, god, Blaine, when you, 'hmmm'! Oh... yesyesyes….In your fantasy…fuck...am I sucking you off?

"UMM…HMMM!"

This was one hell of a fantasy decided Kurt as he wet his lips and his palm. He wrapped his hand around the base of Blaine's thick cock. He licked the pre-come and teased the slit before taking the tip into his mouth. It wasn't easy to give a blowjob while Blaine was fucking him with his inspired tongue. He had to be careful not to scrape with his teeth, so he worked a lot with his fist. Blaine was moaning on every stroke and sending amazing vibrations through Kurt and into his cock.

In Blaine's fantasy he would have been inside Kurt's tight hole when he came. But the reality was they were not going to have intercourse. And Blaine's real control did not match the control he exerted in his fantasy sex life.

Blaine stopped rimming and grabbed Kurt's erection which had been leaking and spontaneously twitching on his chest for the past several minutes. Blaine was close and he did not think Kurt could be far behind. Blaine's' calloused hands expertly pulled and twisted Kurt's cock, sending ripples of pleasure as Kurt tried his best to concentrate on the cock in his mouth. Blaine panted. His orgasm rolled in waves. "Oh, Kurt! Now.. Now… Come for me, Kurt." Blaine's cock twitched and began to shoot and because Kurt was so close to coming he imagined for a split second that he was swallowing come from his own engorged cock. Shocked by such an image, Kurt immediately lost himself to the pleasure of his second orgasm that afternoon.

They were sitting on the side of the pool, dangling their feet in the water.

"That was seriously amazing, Blaine. How people can do a 69 is beyond me. How can you remember what you are supposed to be doing when the other person is making you feel so good? It is just too much."

Blaine laughed. "Kurt, you were incredible." He bumped shoulders with his boyfriend and told him teasingly, "We'll just have to practice."

Kurt flirted, "Promise?"

"Of course. But you were such a terrible tease. All that squirming around. "

"You loved it."

"I did," admitted his boyfriend. "But not as much as I love you."

Kurt smiled over at him. His boyfriend was such a dork. "I love you, too."

The heat of the day was finally letting up. As they looked up they could see a cloudless July sky. Kurt splashed his feet in the water.

"Blaine? Do you think a lot about having sex? I mean proper sex—intercourse."

"Sure, I'm curious. But I don't think I'm ready right now. I don't think we are ready."

Kurt nodded and smiled. He put his arm through Blaine's and leaned his head on Blaine's suntanned shoulder. "It's not like we've run out of other things to do."

Kurt sat up a moment later. "Blaine?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you have any lube?"

Kurt looked over to see his boyfriend with a rather amused expression. Blaine did not answer the question, but he smiled. "What are you thinking about?"

Kurt sighed and put his head back on Blaine's shoulder.

"Your fingers." was all he said.

-To Be Continued-