When Kurt arrived back in Verona, he was cried out. Feeling the need for physical release, he ignored the queue for the taxis and walked the three miles back to his apartment, the wheels of his travel case bumping loudly over the cobble stones. The noise acted as a balm to his battered soul.

By the time he reached the third floor of his apartment building, it was early evening. Stepping out of the stairwell into the dim light of the hallway he saw a figure sitting on the floor, legs straight out, back slumped against Kurts apartment door.

“Blaine?”

Blaine swept a hand over his face and stood up stiffly as Kurt approached. Kurt couldn't be sure in the dim hallway, but Blaine's eyes appeared to be red and puffy.

“Blaine, I…”

“Kurt, I'm sorry,” Blaine interrupted. “I said I wouldn't pressure you, but I couldn't…”

“No, Blaine, I didn't know how…”

“I couldn't stay away. I'm so sorry, I just had…”

They were both talking at once, and suddenly Kurt lunged at Blaine, wrapped his arms around him and slanted his mouth to capture Blaine's. He felt Blaine's lips form a surprised O under his, then Blaine surrendered to the kiss, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and pulling him closer. Kurt shifted his lips against Blaine's, plundering their warmth and softness. Then Kurt caught Blaine's bottom lip between his, and he felt Blaine's mouth open slightly. Kurt took that opportunity to press his advantage, dipping his tongue into Blaine's mouth, tasting the salt on his lips before feeling Blaine's tongue tangle with his own. His whole body went up in flames.

It wasn't enough.

Not taking his lips from Blaine, he fumbled in his pocket for the key, but he couldn't slot it into the door without looking. Reluctantly, he turned toward the door and managed to open it with shaking hands. He stepped aside, holding the door to let Blaine enter, and he reached into the hall to grab his travel case, using his foot to prop open the door.

A very flushed Blaine said, “We should probably talk.”

Kurt pushed the door shut and slid the deadbolt. Then he grabbed Blaine's hand and began dragging him to the bedroom. “Talking is overrated.”

He shoved Blaine onto the bed and fell on top of him. His hands tangled in Blaine's hair as his lips swooped down to recapture his lips. A moan emitted from deep in Blaine's chest, and the sound sent a shudder through Kurt right to his cock. He bucked against Blaine and discovered that Blaine was as hard as he was.

“Oh, fuck. Kurt.”

Kurt raised up slightly, mouth still on Blaine's, and began fumbling with the buttons on Blaine's shirt, his fingers moving so frantically that one button popped from his fingers and hit a wall. Oops. Oh well.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands as Kurt finished the last button and was desperately trying to rip the shirt off of Blaine's shoulders. “Kurt, wait.”

Kurt gave Blaine an incredulous look, but he paused, panting for breath.

“Kurt, are you sure?”

“I'm sure that you are not nearly enough naked.”

“But…”

“Naked, Blaine. Gah, why are you still wearing that shirt?”

Blaine chuckled and pressed lightly on Kurt's chest. “If you want me naked, you're going to have get off of me for a second.”

“Fine,” Kurt flounced off of Blaine's body and stood, but as soon as his eyes raked over Blaine's chest, they grew wide and he stopped breathing for a second. Blaine was mouthwatering. His chest was defined with rounded muscles and a light dusting of dark hair. His skin was smooth and olive colored, and his stomach was slightly rounded and begged to be bitten. Kurt didn't usually bite things. He shrugged it off. He could bite things if he wanted to.

Blaine pulled off what was left of his shirt, and moved down to unbutton his pants, but then he paused. “Hummel, I'm not the only one who's getting naked here.”

The words penetrated Kurt's lust-addled brain, and he shook his head slightly to try to regain some focus. Then he reached down and pulled his shirt up and over his head in one quick motion. He looked at Blaine, expecting that he would now be removing his pants, but Blaine appeared to be frozen. And drooling.

“Blaine?”

“God, Kurt. You're beautiful.”

Kurt's whole body blushed.“You, too.”

Blaine reached out and grabbed hold of Kurt by his belt, dragging him over to stand directly in front of Blaine. Holding Kurt's gaze, he unbuckled Kurt's belt and thumbed open the button on Kurt's pants before unzipping the fly.

Kurt came to his senses just enough to realize that he didn't want to get caught in the sock zone. He stepped away from Blaine and reached down to remove his shoes and socks. Then he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs, intending to pull off both his pants and his underwear at once, but then he paused. “You're still wearing pants,” he accused Blaine.

“So are you.”

“You go first.”

Blaine smiled, “Anything you want, beautiful.” Still lying half supine on the bed, he kicked off his own shoes, dragged down his socks, then lifted his hips to slide down his pants and boxers with one smooth tug. “There,” he pronounced.

“Oh my God,” was Kurt's only response, as his eyes took in the beauty that was everything Blaine. He wanted to lick it all, and he wasn't sure where to start.

“Pants, Kurt.”

Kurt kicked his pants off and was on top of Blaine before Blaine could get more than a glimpse of Kurt's lithe figure, but the touch of skin to skin set both men on fire, and their mouths clung to each other as they both tried to touch as much of the other as possible.

The frantic fumbling went on for some time until Blaine tore his mouth away, “Kurt. Kurt. Kurt!”

Kurt realized that Blaine was trying to get his attention. “Mmmpf?” he asked while still sucking on the frantically beating pulse at the base of Blaine's neck. It finally penetrated his brain that the hand tugging at the hair at the back of his skull wasn't making a sexual advance; it was Blaine trying to get him to look up.

He stared at Blaine quizzically.

“I need to know what you want,” Blaine said.  

"Isn't it obvious?”

“No, it really isn't. Can we just catch our breath and talk for a second?”

Kurt opened his mouth to protest, but Blaine spoke first, “We can keep touching, but we need to talk, at least for a minute before this goes any further.”

“OK,” Kurt conceded, but he didnt like it.

Blaine repositioned himself on the tiny bed so that he was laying on his side, head on the pillow. He patted the space next to him, indicating that Kurt should lay beside him. When Kurt did, facing Blaine nose to nose with his hand on Blaine's bicep, Blaine laid his hand on Kurt's bare hip, tracing circles with his thumb. “I want to make love to you, Kurt, I do, but I don't want you to rush into anything and regret it later. I want to only do what you feel comfortable with, so you have to talk to me.”

“Uh, Blaine, I think we've established that I'm comfortable with a lot more stuff than you are.”

“OK, true, but you need to know that I'm clean, Kurt. I've been tested, so you can go down on me or whatever you want without risk, but I don't expect you to just take my word for that. So think about what you feel comfortable doing, and what you feel comfortable with me doing to you. I'll respect whatever boundaries you put up.”

Kurt closed his eyes and took a breath. Then he opened them. “It's been a lot of years since I had the awkward sex conversation.”

“We have to do it, babe.”

He considered for a while. “Maybe we should start with baby steps. Can I touch you?”

“Yeah,” Blaine breathed. “I'd like that.”

Kurt rolled away from Blaine and reached into the bedside table where he extracted a small bottle of lube. Blaine raised one eyebrow.

“A man has to, ahem, take things in hand for himself sometimes. This way, there's no chafing.”

“You're very wise,” Blaine nodded with mock solemnity.

Kurt poured some lube on his palm and let it warm in his hand. Then he reached down for Blaine's cock, wrapped his hand around it lightly, and slowly pulled up Blaine's full length. Blaine let out a hiss. Kurt pulled again, letting his wrist twist just before he reached the head. Blaine let out an absolutely filthy moan that made Kurt's own cock twitch violently.

“Oh, I am not going to last long if you keep doing that.”

“Doing this?” Kurt teased, as he pulled and twisted once again.

“Oh, shit.”

Kurt let his hand trail down from Blaine's cock to slide over his balls, squeezing gently. They were so tight Kurt knew that Blaine really was close, so he fisted Blaine's erection again and began to stroke steadily with a firm hand, leaning back a little to enjoy the sight of Blaine's body. A flush crept up Blaine's chest and his nipples peaked as his moans grew louder.

“God, Kurt.”

Then Blaine's back arched and he came, streaking across the bedspread and Kurt's hand, shuddering violently. Kurt thought he had never seen anything so beautiful as Blaine shattering, and he stroked him through it, then slowed his hand when the shudders started to subside. Blaine lay there for a moment with his eyes closed, sweating and breathing heavily.

Kurt made to get off the bed to get a washcloth, but a strong hand encircled his wrist. “Let me touch you, Kurt.”

Kurt lay back on the bed, inwardly wincing as his back hit the wet spot, and tucking his head into Blaine's shoulder. Blaine's hands smoothed down Kurt's chest, one finger circling around his navel, then traveling lower. His fingertips trailed down Kurt's length with a light touch, almost ghosting over the skin. Kurt shivered. The hands moved lower to gently stroke Kurt's balls, and then Blaine's lips brushed over Kurt's forehead. A finger traced more firmly up the ridge on the underside of Kurt's cock and then up, pulling pre-come from Kurt's slit and smearing it around the head. It felt both heavenly and somewhat too intimate for Kurt's comfort.

“Make me come,” he whispered.

“I'm getting there.”

“Do it now.”

Blaine moved to protest, but something in Kurt's eyes made him comply. He found the lube from where it had become lodged under his left hip, snapped the cap, and quickly coated his hand. Then he fisted Kurt's erection and began to pull with a steady rhythm that soon had Kurt moaning, his hips bucking off the bed.

“Come for me, Kurt,” he breathed into Kurt's mouth. “Come for me, my darling.”

The endearment was unexpected, but it dropped Kurt right over the edge. With a loud groan, his come pumped over his chest and Blaine's hand as the waves of ecstasy washed over him again and again. His eyes flashed to white behind his eyelids, and he felt his body dropping and dropping until he finally came to settle in Blaine's arms, with Blaine stroking his face and feathering his cheeks with small kisses.

Finally Kurt opened his eyes. “I am sending you the dry cleaning bill for this bedspread.”

Blaine just smiled.