Kurt was torn as he stood gazing down at Blaine, who was lying naked on what was a veritable playground of a bed.  He was lying on his side, elbow bent and his head propped up on his hand--and gazing right back up at him.  Kurt had so many impulses...all-out ravishing, gentle lovemaking, or even fun and games.  He remembered that Blaine had specifically asked him to make love to him--not simply have sex with him.  He also remembered that Blaine had said he actually felt good about being kept off balance by Kurt.  Those thoughts took only a few moments to coalesce into action.  Whatever Blaine might be expecting, Kurt would try to deliver--with just enough of a twist for him to stay off balance in a most delectable way.

And, if this was going to be the only time they were going to be... like this... together... then Kurt wanted to make it the very best and worth remembering.  Admittedly, he didnt know how this was going to play out, but maybe that was a good thing.  Maybe tapping into his alter-egos empowered self would be a good idea...hmm... yes, what would Kris do?

Locking his eyes with Blaines (those amazing eyes!), Kurt stood next to the bed, just looking at him for several long moments.  After establishing the lock, he let his eyes roam over Blaines face, making a point of visiting lips, nose, eyes again, cheeks, lips, chin, eyes...always coming back to the eyes.  Kurt smiled softly and reassuringly; then his eyes traveled slowly and deliberately over the rest of Blaines body, stopping at various points of interest--neck, nipples, belly, and--before traveling to his genitals--back up to the eyes.  If Blaine wants off-balance, lets see how he responds to eye-fucking--without going anywhere near his cock or ass.

Then, breaking eye contact again, Kurt stared at Blaines feet, smiled, and glanced back up into his eyes, raising his eyebrows just slightly.  The message was clear: Remember the toes, Blaine?  Blaine shifted, his feet already beginning to curl, and Kurt said in a soft but firm voice, "Hold still, Blaine.  Dont move an inch..."  He looked him in the eyes again and added a sardonic but authoritative, "Please" with a lift of his left eyebrow.

Blaines eyes widened a bit, and he seemed to be taking deeper and longer breaths, as if to still his mind as well as his body.  "Good," Kurt murmured as he crawled slowly onto the bed.  Blaine didnt move.

Stretching out beside Blaine so they were lying side by side and facing each other, Kurt again established eye contact.  Blaines pupils were growing even as he watched.  He vaguely wondered what Blaine saw in his own eyes--color, of course, and maybe desire--but could he also see deceit?  Consciously putting that fear aside, he began his mental mantra as he forgot about Kris, and even forgot about himself, and thought only for Blaine, for Blaine, for Blaine...

Suddenly it was all easy and good.  He leaned in and kissed him on the mouth.  It was the most natural and mind-bending sensation.  Gently probing with his tongue and feeling Blaines lips open beneath his--and then, without warning, the urgency and need and want--and Kurt no longer thought; he just was.  And what he was was turned on and hungry and wanting so much more...

He sucked hungrily, pulling Blaines tongue into his own mouth, tasting it, turning with it, and then chasing it back into Blaines mouth again.  Both men were twining not just their tongues, but their bodies together.  Kurt could feel his entire being wanting to surge forward and blend together with Blaine--physically, yes, but mind to mind and heart to heart...

Gasping, Kurt broke away.  This was going too fast.  As Kurt, he was tumbling, reacting--he called again on the "Kris within," knowing that this, too, was part of himself--and that many aspects of his personality would be needed to give Blaine what he deserved.

He pulled back a bit, and Blaines mouth and body tried to follow, but Kurt placed his hand on Blaines chest--he could feel his heart hammering to match his own--and steadied him.  He glanced down at his hand and then again into Blaines eyes, holding that marvelous contact for a moment.  Then, still keeping the eye contact, he shifted and rolled Blaine onto his back, straddling him.  He pinned Blaines arms below his body, held down by his own weight.

Still looking into Blaines eyes--god, those eyes--he took a deep breath and placed his fingertips just beneath Blaines jaw, finding the soft pulse point.  Kurt let his hand rest there for a moment and, holding his gaze, softly but firmly said, "Keep them there." Blaine nodded slowly and, as he did so, Kurts fingertips were pressed more firmly into his throat.  Blaines eyes darkened even more, and Kurt moved his other hand to the matching pulse on the other side of his neck.  He could feel the quickening of Blaines pulse, and he was very aware of his own heart beating wildly in his chest.

Kurt also was aware that both of their bodies were in full arousal; it would be so easy to... and he so wanted to... but no.  This was love-making...and something else.  Kurt was still "there," but he was so much more in charge of whatever this was becoming than hed ever been in his life.  It was as if he was becoming more, somehow--and whatever or whoever that he was becoming--he liked it.  And it was all because of this magnificent man lying beneath him, waiting, oh...

Blaine was still looking at him, lying still and expectant.  Kurts lips pulled upward into a small smile and then, as he continued to look into Blaines eyes, into a Cheshire-like grin.  Blaines eyes widened a bit, and his breath hitched a bit, and he squirmed just a tiny bit under Kurts gaze and at the sight of the grin that was rapidly growing wider.

Letting his grin reach his own eyes, Kurt nevertheless softly commanded, "Still, Blaine.  Stay still."  Blaine stilled his body, but his breath came in shorter and shorter gasps as he watched Kurt.

Kurt lowered his head towards Blaines and, just before their lips met, he angled his mouth and replaced his fingertips with his lips, kissing softly on the pulse point.  His tongue flicked at the soft skin, and then Kurt sucked--just a little--a hint of things to come.  Blaine moaned quietly and stretched his neck, giving him more access.  He could feel Blaines shoulder muscles flex as if tempted to wrap his arms around Kurt.  He backed off immediately and once more locked his eyes on Blaines.  "Stay," he reminded him--and Blaine became still again, although he was breathing even more heavily.

Returning his lips to the spot below Blaines jaw, Kurt began to kiss his way down his neck.  His mouth seemed to take on a life of its own as he continued to kiss and then lick and nibble and bite and kiss and lick and... down from his neck to his clavicle and to just under the edge of the clavicle...  Blaine drew in a sharp breath and tensed.  Kurt filed that spot away for future reference, trying to ignore the small voice inside him that wondered if there ever would be a future opportunity.  Make this one count, then!

Rising just long enough to glance into Blaines eyes, then at his arms, still where Kurt had placed them, and back into his eyes with an approving smile and lift of his eyebrows, he broke eye contact and continued kissing down Blaines body.  Moving from the clavicle, he licked at Blaines nipples, which pebbled under his tongue as Blaine automatically arched into him.  Kurt couldnt resist, he took a nipple in his teeth and bit down the smallest amount.  Then he lathed away the sting with his tongue.   

"Fuck," Blaine moaned, tossing his head from side to side. 

Kurt startled to a stop, raising his body slightly.  Blaine stopped moving and looked at him expectantly.  "What?" he asked in a shaky breath. 

He smiled at Blaine.  "Thats the first time Ive ever heard you swear."

Regaining some of his composure, Blaine returned the grin.  "I can swear.  You just have to press the right buttons."

Ah, challenge offered. Challenge accepted. Time to change the game.

"Good to know," Kurt nodded, still smiling.  "I wonder what else you can do.  Can you...crow like a cockerel?" he asked, placing the emphasis on the first syllable.

Blaine giggled, a magical sound that Kurt felt all the way to his heart. 

"Lets look for the button that makes you crow," Kurt tossed out playfully, tickling Blaine gently in order to hear more of those magical giggles. 

"Stop, stop," Blaine protested weakly, giggling.  Unable to resist, his arms came free and he swatted at Kurts hands. 

Kurt ignored the breach of his previous instructions.  This was going to be better.  Time to tip Blaine even more off balance.  He arched an eyebrow.  "You know what you have to do if you dont want to be tickled to tears."  Blaine looked at him in disbelief, and then his eyes lit and his lips widened into a smile.

Blaine put his face very near to Kurts, so that their noses were almost touching.  "Bwak," he clucked like a chicken, knocking his nose against Kurts playfully as he did so.  "Bwak," he repeated.  And then, all in one breath, "Bwak, bwak, bwak, B-GAWK!"  The last sound he shrieked because Kurt had started tickling him again.  Blaines squawk was so loud that Kurt let out a high-pitched yelp of his own and then fell over laughing. 

Wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes and pulling Blaine back into his arms, Kurt continued, "What else can you do?  Can you sing?"

"Maybe," Blaine smiled enigmatically, "but those buttons are really hard to reach."

Kurt threw his head back and laughed again, rubbing circles on Blaines sides as he did so.  Despite the playful banter, he could feel Blaines still-hard erection pressing against his body. 

Blaine waggled his remarkable eyebrows. "What about you?  Do you have any special skills?"

"Well..." Kurt considered, and then he looked up at Blaine with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.  "I can do this."

He slid his body a little farther down the bed, sank his mouth around Blaines cock, and began humming, "Santa Claus is Coming to Town."

Blaine fell back on the pillow, letting out a low groan.  "No, no, no...uhn...you cant... stop," he protested, although his tone conveyed that the last thing he wanted Kurt to do was stop.  "I have to...nnngh...teach this song...ah, AH...to children."

Kurt pressed the flat of his tongue to the underside of Blaines cock and licked up, finally coming up and off.  He grinned up at Blaine from his position firmly nestled between his legs. "Its a great teaching method, Blaine.  Very motivational." 

"Oh, dont even...get up here."  Blaine reached down and grabbed Kurt under the armpits, hauling him up the length of his body.  Then Blaine rolled them until he was full length on top of Kurt.  He looked down at him with a face shining with happiness. 

"I like you," he proclaimed.  "This is fun." 

Kurt grinned broadly as his heart swelled from Blaines words.  This was fun.  Sex had been a lot of different things for Kurt--hot, sweet, irritating, disappointing.  But this was the first time that it was fun. 

"I like you, too."  He pulled his legs up and wrapped them around Blaines waist.  Then he rolled them again, so that he was back on top, straddling Blaine again and looking down at him.  Kurt bent and kissed down his neck, moving his lips to the small indentation at the base of his throat, thrilling to the satisfied sigh that Blaine emitted.  As he returned to the nipples, Blaine made little satisfied moans, his body writhing under Kurts, and he finally had to stop, or else this would be finished before theyd hardly begun. 

As he sat up, Blaine leaned over and reached into a drawer in the bedside table.  He quickly extracted a bottle of lube and a box of condoms and began opening the box. 

"You better give those to me," Kurt said, holding out a hand. 

Blaine looked startled.  Then his face was wreathed in smiles.  "Youre going to top," he breathed out. 

"Oh," Kurt responded quickly. "Did you want to...oh..."  Of course.  Of course Blaine assumed he would top, and Kurt...well, every guy assumed that Kurt was a big nelly bottom.  And these few luscious moments of his being in control wouldnt change that.

"No, no," Blaine shook his head quickly.  "I want you to top.  I do."

Kurts eyebrows shot up.  "Really?"

Blaine nodded but looked puzzled.  "Of course.  Only...um...can you be gentle?"

Kurt looked intently at Blaine and was surprised to see that he looked terrified.  In fact, he looked just like Kurt had felt the first time he had sex.  And the second.  And the third.  But at some point it quit being scary (and just became annoying); so why was Blaine so skittish? 

"Blaine, Honey?" Kurt asked softly, "Are you a virgin?"

The look of astonishment on Blaines face would have made Kurt laugh under other circumstances.  "No.  No!  I just..." his voice trailed off. 

Kurt waited patiently, and eventually Blaine finished, "Its been a long time since I bottomed.  A really long time.  Like, only once...and...it was pretty awful."  He continued quickly so that Kurt wouldnt misunderstand, "But, I want to.  I do.  Just..."

Kurt pulled Blaine half upright into his arms and held him tightly.  "Its okay, Honey.  We dont have to do this.  We can do anything you want.  We can just hold each other. We can just nap together.  Or we can just watch a movie.  Heck, if you want, we can just go dancing."

Blaine lifted his head from Kurts shoulder.  "Dancing?"

Kurt smiled at the curiously eager response.  "Anything you want."

"I love to dance.  Guys I date never want to go dancing."

"Well," said Kurt, giving Blaine an affectionate squeeze, "it just so happens that I am an excellent dancer."

"Can we...um..." Blaine rolled his hand to gesture vaguely, "...do...this...first?" 

"This?"  Kurt arched an eyebrow, pretending to be puzzled.  "Do you mean this?"  He nibbled a path from behind Blaines ear down the column of his neck, eliciting soft moans from Blaine. 

"Or do you mean this?"  Kurt continued, kissing down Blaines belly, swirling his tongue in his navel before going lower. 

Kurt paused, his mouth very near Blaines cock, and gave him a wide-eyed innocent look.  "I just dont know what it is you want me to do first." 

Blaine groaned.  "Just fuck me already," he said raggedly.

Kurt grinned. "Oh, bossy Blaine is back.  Hes so sweet.  But maybe not so bossy this time, hmm?  Maybe..." 

Kurt unsnapped the bottle of lube and sat back, just looking at Blaine for a second.  Then he snapped the lid back on.  Kurt--the perpetual and disgruntled bottom--had thought about this moment a thousand times, but hed never once thought about the other guy in this scenario.  Now, the other guy was all he could think about.  For once, Kurt was suddenly glad that he had bottomed so much.  He knew how to make it good for Blaine, and he would.  He would make it amazing. 

He stretched out beside Blaine and pulled him up against him. 

"Arent we going to..." Blaine asked. 

"Yes," Kurt assured him, "but first were going to do a lot of this."  He bent his head down and began kissing Blaine, holding his naked body full length against his.  He kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled at Blaines mouth for a long time, until he felt him becoming loose and pliant in his arms.  However, Blaines erection was anything but pliant, straining against him as his legs wrapped more and more tightly around Kurts. 

Kurt rolled them both over until Blaine was lying on his belly.  Beginning at the base of his neck, he kissed down to his shoulder blades and down his spine until he reached the swell of his ass.  He felt Blaine begin to tense, and he pulled himself forward so he could whisper in his ear, breathing softly on the back of his neck, "Relax, Honey.  Weve got this."

When he felt Blaines body go limp again, Kurt moved back down, kissing, nibbling, and licking as he went.  He raised himself up, continuing to stroke Blaines lower back.  Then, slowly and with murmured reassurances, he parted the round globes of his ass, stroking closer and closer to his puckered opening.  He lowered his lips and kissed each cheek, eliciting small gasps from Blaine.  He alternated the kisses with licking and nibbling, and Blaine responded by arching his butt up and then dropping it down again, as if wanting to maintain the friction between his cock and the bed.

When Blaine began arching his ass more and, then moaning helplessly and spreading his legs, Kurt kissed farther down.  Trading kissing for licking, he gently and tentatively licked down to Blaines opening.  Blaine gasped and jerkily bucked upward to meet Kurts tongue, then down again so his cock met the bed... and up again as if his body didnt know how it wanted to respond.  He held Blaines hips down and with another murmured, "Stay," he began rimming--slowly at first, and then with more vigor as he felt Blaine give himself over to it.  Then, and only then, did he grope to find the lube again, his mouth and tongue continuing to work Blaine open.  Finally, he began pressing with his fingers, marveling at the gasps of delight coming from Blaine as he writhed and grasped at the bed coverings in an attempt to somehow anchor himself.  When Kurt was satisfied that Blaine was relaxed and open, he finally rolled him onto his back and pushed his legs up, reaching for a condom and more lube. 

It was then--and only then--that Kurt remembered that this was about himself, too.  His mind and body tripped over each other with the realization that he wanted Blaine any way he could get him but that, incredibly, bottoming seemed as special to Blaine as finally, finally topping appealed to Kurt.  And now, here they were, Blaine splayed on his back, legs fallen open to each side... and he was absolutely, positively mouth-watering.  Kurt knew that he would go slowly, not just for Blaines sake, but in order to savor every second of this experience. 

Rolling on the condom, spreading the lube generously over his own penis, and adding more to Blaine, just to be safe, Kurt lined up and then looked him in the eyes.  "Talk to me," Kurt encouraged him, with a hint of command in his voice.  "Dont let me hurt you."

"Please," Blaine begged, "I want you so much."

"I want you, too, Honey," Kurt huskily assured him, finally pushing slow and steady, until he had breached the first ring, and both of them were sweating and shaking. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, and Blaine nodded. 

"A little more," Blaine said, trying to wiggle his ass down more on Kurts cock. 

"Its not a race, Darling," Kurt stilled Blaine with his hands and his voice.  "Let me do this."  He pushed a bit more, grinding and rotating, rather than entering more deeply, and Blaine responded with a delicious groan.  Kurt continued to grind, leaning in and biting gently at Blaines neck and shoulder, moaning into his ear as he did so.  Licking and kissing Blaines neck, Kurt threaded his hands into Blaines hair and pulled.  He continued to grind farther and farther into Blaine, who was making wild and exotic whimpering noises, finally crying out, "Fuck! Yes! Dont stop!"  And then a shouted, "Please!" followed by something unintelligible and then, as Kurt brushed over his prostate, a much louder, "FUCK!"

Kurt loved that Blaine had lost control to the point of swearing. 

Kurt hadnt planned on bottoming out.  He knew he was big enough that he wouldnt necessarily be comfortable for all men, but Blaine kept pushing and pulling him in farther and farther until he found himself balls deep.  It was then, and only then, that Kurt began pulling out just a bit, very slowly, and then carefully thrusting back in, listening to Blaines moans and feeling his body react to gauge how fast and how hard he could go. 

Blaine, it turned out, was a champion.  He could take it all, and--unless he was an Oscar-worthy actor--he was enjoying every second of it.  Soon Kurt found himself pounding into Blaine.  He took hold of Blaines cock and stroked him as he pistoned into him again and again. 

Abruptly, Blaine was shouting and coming, streams of semen squirting over Kurts hand and between their bellies.  Blaines orgasm triggered Kurts, and his rhythmic thrusts became erratic as, with his own moans of pleasure, he pulsed into the condom.  He could feel Blaine continue to constrict around him as his orgasm slowly subsided.  Kurt collapsed onto him, hot and spent, and Blaine patted at Kurt rather ineffectually.  Both were a little dazed from the sex that was, to Kurts mind, earth-shattering and completely mind-blowing. 

Finally, Kurt pulled out, eliciting a little gasp from Blaine as he did so, and rolled off.  He removed the condom, tossing it in the general area of a wastebasket, and then collapsed next to Blaine, still breathing heavily.  Blaine, also panting, rolled until his head was resting in the crook of Kurts shoulder, and his body was snuggled comfortably against Kurts.

Almost as a non sequitur, Blaine quietly asked, "Did you mean it when you said we could go dancing?" 

Kurts eyebrows shot up; this was certainly not what he expected Blaines first words to be.  Blaine still wanted to go dancing?  Kurt was so used to guys who just rolled over and fell asleep, something that always was disappointing for Kurt, who found sex to be energizing. 

"Honey," he said, kissing Blaine on the nose and smiling into his eyes, "Ill take you dancing anywhere you want to go."