Uno

It was close to midnight and although the bed was a dream—all baby soft sheets, fluffy comforters, and feather pillows—Kurt couldn't sleep. The villa belonged to Tourist's drummer, Wes, and although it was tastefully appointed in a classical Italian style, it also exuded comfort. Blaine and Kurt had explored every inch of it in the three days since Kurt had arrived, sharing meals and sipping wine on the terrace as they watched the water lap at the edge of the lake.

Unfortunately, that was all that they'd done.

Other than some hand holding and chaste kisses, Blaine hadn't made even the smallest move on Kurt, and Kurt realized after about twelve hours of wondering what Blaine was waiting for that Blaine was waiting for Kurt. Unhappily, something about Kurt knowing that Blaine was waiting for Kurt to make a move made Kurt too nervous to make a move, so for three days Kurt had spent each night alone in bed knowing that just a few doors down was everything he had ever dreamed of, probably naked.

Well, in Kurt's mind Blaine was naked. Even when Blaine was dressed and right in front of him, in Kurt's mind, Blaine was naked.

It was maddening, and Kurt had only himself to blame.

His hand reached down to touch himself as it had the last two nights, and then he muttered, “This is stupid.” Throwing back the covers, he grabbed his silk robe from the end of the bed and quickly tied it around his waist. Then he threw open the bedroom door and flounced down the hallway.

When he got to Blaine's door, he raised his hand to knock, but the door wasn't shut completely, and it swung open, revealing a shirtless Blaine, sitting up in bed, Macbook on his lap, comforter pulled up to his waist. The skin on his chest looked burnished in the lamp light, and Kurt simply stood and gaped for a moment.

“Kurt?” asked Blaine, “Did you need something?”

Kurt walked over to Blaine and took the Macbook from his hands, “You won't be needing this,” he declared, setting it on the nightstand.

“Wha…oh,” Blaine trailed off.

Kurt then stalked to the bottom of the bed and removed his robe, revealing a soft t-shirt and beautiful silk pajama bottoms underneath. Blaine stared wide-eyed at Kurt. With a swift motion, Kurt threw back Blaine's comforter, grabbed hold of both of Blaine's ankles, and in a surprising show of strength, dragged Blaine full length along the bed, until his legs were off the mattress from the knees down. Blaine squawked involuntarily.

Wasting no time, Kurt grabbed the waistband of Blaine's boxers and tugged those down and off. Then he stood there, just taking Blaine in. He'd seen Blaine naked before, but it felt like he could never look at him enough. He was so well made. Kurt's eyes roamed down Blaine's body, and he saw that Blaine was already aroused. That was a good sign.

Groaning from want too long denied, Kurt dropped to his knees between Blaine's legs and feasted his eyes on everything. “God, Blaine. Do you know how beautiful you look from this position?”

Blaine chuckled, “Um, no, Kurt. I'm not that…bendy.”

“You look amazing,” Kurt breathed, reaching out a hand to stroke along the silky skin on the inside of Blaine's thigh. Blaine exhaled a long breath, and Kurt moved his hands slowly upward, then trailed a finger under Blaine's balls and lightly stroked his perineum.

Blaine nearly came off the bed. “Jeez, Kurt, right to the…”

“Three days, Blaine. You've had three days of foreplay.”

“Good point. Shutting up now.” Blaine settled back down on the mattress.

Kurt took Blaine's cock in his hand and licked up the underside, leaving his other hand to trail lightly below Blaine's balls. “Shit,” Blaine uttered.

Then Kurt's mouth was over Blaine's cock, and he was swallowing him whole, stroking up and down Blaine's length with his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around Blaine's head. After that, Blaine quit talking and just made noises: wicked, dirty noises that had Kurt nearly come just from the sound.

He reveled in the silky feel of Blaine's cock on his lips and tongue. The hand that wasn't holding Blaine at his base kept moving, trailing over Blaine's balls and down lower, then back up. Without warning, Blaine arched up and fell apart, pumping into Kurt's mouth.

Kurt sucked and swallowed, taking everything as he continued to stroke, lick, and suck Blaine through his orgasm, slowing toward the end to adjust for the onset of hypersensitivity.

Blaine reached a hand down to grab Kurt's shirt, and he dragged Kurt's body up the length of his so that he could hold Kurt while his heart beat out of his chest. When he could talk, he panted, “That was amazing.”

They held each other for a while, not moving, simply feeling each other's warmth and strength and softness. After a few minutes, Blaine opened his eyes, cleared his throat, and stroked Kurt's face until Kurt opened his own eyes and looked at Blaine.

“Two things,” Blaine said. “First, I guess it's too late to ask if you're sure about this, so instead let me ask if you're OK. Do you regret doing that?”

“Are you kidding me? Have you had you? I'd do it again in a second, except, well…you're kind of old, so it might take you a few days, or maybe a week, to get it back up again.” Blaine playfully pinched the back of Kurt's arm, and Kurt yelped.

“The second thing," Blaine intoned, as if giving a lecture, “The second thing is this: why am I completely naked and you're still totally dressed?”

“Because you're a shameless whore?”

“That's it, Hummel!” Blaine rolled on top of Kurt and began tickling him mercilessly. Kurt screamed and writhed, giggling and swatting ineffectively at Blaine's hands which were everywhere.

“Stop, stop,” he panted.

“'Stop' is a lousy safe word,” Blaine grumbled from his position sitting on Kurt's chest.

“Fine, how about “Canio”? Just stop tickling me.”

Blaine was now nosing along Kurt's neck, licking and sucking and making Kurt gasp.

“Kurt?” Blaine murmured against Kurt's neck. Then he grabbed a bit of skin and pulled with his teeth so that Kurt moaned. “Kurt?”

“Hmmm?”

“You're still dressed.”

“Getting me naked, Blaine? Not my job.”

“Ah, I didn't realize.” Blaine reached down and yanked Kurt's shirt over his head. Then he kissed down the length of Kurt's chest, stopping long enough to tease each nipple to erect peaks with his tongue. As he got lower, he hooked his fingers around the waistband of Kurt's pajama bottoms, pulling out to ease the elastic over Kurt's erection. Then he discarded the pants on the floor and settled on his knees between Kurt's legs where he began licking and sucking on Kurt's cock.

Kurt propped himself up on his elbows so he could see Blaine, who simply looked gorgeous going down on him. Blaine looked up at Kurt, slid his mouth off Kurt's penis, and smiled,

“Do you have any idea how good you taste?”

“Uh, no, Blaine,” Kurt teased, “I'm not that…bendy.”

Due

Kurt and Blaine were entwined on Kurt's bed, both dressed in pajama bottoms and t-shirts. It had been about a week since Kurt had stormed Blaine's bedroom, and, since then, the two had spent a lot of time in bed, touching and kissing, but—most of all—talking. At first Kurt worried that they would run out of things to say, but now Kurt worried that a lifetime was not nearly enough time to hear all of Blaine's stories and to tell him all of his.

“Kurt,” Blaine murmured against the sensitive skin behind Kurt's ear.

“Hmmm?” Kurt asked, intent on feeling Blaine's incredibly round and lickable ass through his pajama bottoms.

“Come inside me.”

Kurt's hands stilled and he looked into Blaine's eyes. “Are you sure, sweetheart? Because we don't have to do that ever.”

Blaine nodded. “I want to.” His eyes were pools of melted honey. “I want to do this with you. I want to do everything with you. Will you? Please.”

Kurt kissed him tenderly. “Oh course,” he nodded, “but maybe you should be inside of me.”

“You don't top?” Blaine sounded disappinted.

Kurt smiled gently, “Of course I do,” he stroked Blaine's arm, “But why don't we start easy, OK?”

Blaine looked only slightly consoled, but he nodded. "OK."

A little while later, Blaine had one lube-slicked finger in Kurt's ass, and Kurt was grinding down on it and gasping, “More.” Blaine paused, and Kurt anticipated that Blaine would withdraw the finger so that he could insert two, but Blaine left his finger inside. Kurt felt movement and heard shuffling and the tell-tale click of the lube bottle. Seconds later, Blaine was inserting another finger from his other hand.

That was…different.

When Blaine started crooking the fingers in two different directions, simultaneously stroking Kurt's prostate and other things that Kurt didn't have a name for, he raised up and cried out, “Holy shit, Blaine!”

Blaine froze. “Oh, God, Kurt! Am I doing it wrong? Did I hurt you?”

Kurt flopped back down on the sheets. “No, no,” he said weakly, “It's just…”

“I read that this was better than scissoring.”

Kurt covered his eyes with the back of his hand and moaned, “I can't believe my virgin boyfriend is better at sex than I am.”

When he go no response, Kurt raised his head to look at Blaine.  

“Your boyfriend?” Blaine asked, wide-eyed.

“You have both hands in my ass, Blaine. You're not the cabana boy.” Then Kurt saw the serious look on Blaine's face and became sober himself. He reached down to stroke Blaine's face. “Of course you're my boyfriend, Blaine. If you'll have me.”

“I'll have you,” nodded Blaine, tears in his eyes.

Sometime later, Blaine froze again. He was shaking and sweating, his cock completely sheathed inside Kurt.

“Blaine,” Kurt instructed gently. “You can move, honey, you're not hurting me.”

Blaine just shook his head slightly. He appeared to be gritting his teeth.

“Sweetheart, are you OK? Do you want me to move, instead?”

“Shit, Kurt, no!” Blaine cried out, but it was too late. Kurt had already started shifting his hips to move up and down Blaine's length. Two pumps was all it took, and Kurt was a little startled to see Blaine come undone, his body writhing from orgasm. It was so beautiful that Kurt had to remind himself to keep moving, to stroke Blaine through it.

When Blaine finished gasping a blush crept up from his chest and traveled to the roots of his hair. He buried his face in his hands. “Oh, wow. I am so sorry. I'm not usually like that, I promise.”

Kurt reached for Blaine, who pulled out, pulled off the condom and tied it, and threw it somewhere in the direction of the wastepaper basket. He settled in the crook of Kurt's arms. “God, I'm so embarrassed.”

Kurt chuckled, “My new boyfriend is a sixteen-year-old.”

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and kissed along his jawline. “Do you know what's great about having a sixteen-year-old boyfriend?” Blaine asked.

“The alluring smell of acne cream and Axe body spray?”

“Yes, that,” Blaine agreed, moving his head down to nibble along Kurt's chest, “But also, a quick recovery time.”

“You're not ser….oh.” And then Kurt smiled very widely indeed.

Tre

“Give it to me,” Blaine groaned, “Please.”

Kurt had three fingers buried in Blaine after a marathon session of preparation. Satisfied, he pulled his fingers out slowly, and Blaine made an unhappy noise at the loss.

“Roll over for me, baby.”

“But I want to see you. I want to touch you,” Blaine protested.  

Kurt smiled as he wiped his hand on a nearby towel. (Kurt came prepared. He was Kurt.) “Baby, I want to make love to you in every position on every floor and piece of furniture in this villa, and, when we're done, I want to do it in every villa on this peninsula. But this is your first time, so let's take it easy, OK? Besides,” he joked, “You are going to make some really weird faces in a minute, and I'm not sure I want to see that.”

Blaine rolled over, but he didn't look entirely happy about it.

Kurt pushed a couple of pillows and a towel under Blaine, until his ass was pointed to the ceiling enticingly.

“And this way,” Kurt teased, “I can do this.” He smacked Blaine's ass playfully.

“Hey,” Blaine raised his head from the pillow and waggled his ass, “That's something else we can do.”

“Baby steps, Blaine.”

Kurt put a little more lube on his finger tip and pushed it just inside Blaine. Then he rolled a condom along his length and generously coated his cock with more lube. Lining up with Blaine's twitching hole, he pushed forward with his hips, very slowly, using every ounce of his control.

As he got his head past the first ring of muscles he stopped and began to smooth a hand down Blaine's sweating back. “How does that feel?” he asked.

“Huge.”

Kurt smiled, because what man doesn't want to hear that?

“Weird; kind of sting-y,” Blaine continued, voice muffled by the pillow.  

“OK,” Kurt encouraged, “When you're ready, you move back against me. I'm just going to stay still here. Do it at your own pace, OK?”

A second later, Kurt realized his misstep. Blaine pushed back hard, and then he pulled forward, and then he was off the bed.

“Shit that hurts!” he exclaimed at the same time that Kurt yelled, “Are you crazy?!”

Kurt had completely failed to account for Blaine's…enthusiasm.

Blaine was hopping around the bedroom, shaking one hand at the wrist and rubbing his ass with the other. Kurt stepped off the bed and snagged him by the waist, pulling Blaine full-length and naked up against him, “I'm so sorry, darling. I shouldn't have let you take control. We don't have to do this; it's OK.”

Blaine looked up into Kurt's eyes. “No, I'm OK. I want to do this.”

“We really don't have to.”

Blaine put a finger over Kurt's lips. “Do you have any idea how much I want you to have this part of me? Do you know what it means to me?”

Kurt nodded.

Blaine flopped back on the bed and resumed his position. “Now get cracking, mister.”

Kurt snickered.

This time Kurt took control. He stroked Blaine's cock (and his own) until it was fully erect, added still more lube, and held Blaine firmly by one hip while he guided himself back into Blaine with the other hand. Blaine hissed as Kurt reentered, but, once again, Kurt stopped just inside his entrance until he felt Blaine relax. Then he pulled out slightly and pushed in a little further.

“Are you doing OK?”

“Keep going,” Blaine panted. Kurt pulled out and pushed back in, again and again, gaining a little more entrance each time. Blaine was unbelievably tight, and it took every ounce of Kurt's control not to reenact Blaine's performance of his first time in Kurt. Eventually he was all the way in, and he stopped for a moment to lean down and kiss the back of Blaine's neck.

Blaine shivered and whispered, “Please.  I need you to move.”

Kurt started moving in and out with a steady rhythm, and soon, Blaine started pushing back to meet him, moaning and urging, “Harder.”

When Blaine shouted, “Harder, I'm begging you!” Kurt pulled out nearly full length and then plunged hard into Blaine, as Blaine shouted, “Yes!” Then Kurt began to pound Blaine in earnest, his hand finding Blaine's balls as Blaine rutted into the rough towel.

Kurt didn't think Blaine could be any tighter, but when Blaine's body seized up from orgasm, he clenched down so hard on Kurt's cock that Kurt let out a scream. Then he pumped Blaine through it, watching the muscles ripple on Blaine's back and his buttocks squeeze and release.

When Blaine was sated, Kurt pulled out, still hard, and flipped Blaine onto his back. He slid a pillow under Blaine, and wrapped his legs around his waist. Lining up again, he sunk full length into Blaine, and reached down to kiss him, as Blaine raised up to meet him half way. Blaine's lips on his were all it took, and after a few hard strokes, Kurt was falling.  

Blaine kept kissing him as Kurt pumped and pumped until there was nothing left. Then Blaine smiled up into Kurt's face. “I love you,” he said.

Kurt looked down at Blaine, so shining and perfect. “I love you, too.”

Quattro

The crowd erupted into applause as the last note from Kurt's lips fell silent. Looking into the audience, he saw Rachel and Blaine jumping to their feet, their hands a blur from the clapping. The curtains closed, obscuring his view, and Kurt rose from his knees.

Afterward, Blaine and Rachel met Kurt in the dressing room. “I'm so happy you came,” Kurt declared, grabbing Rachel into a tight embrace.

“Are you kidding me?” Rachel chided, “Did you think wild horses could keep me from my best friend's opening night at the Met?”

Blaine cleared his throat. “Actually, I'm his best friend.”

“Shut up,” Rachel scolded, smacking Blaine in the stomach playfully with the back of her hand. “You're his husband. I'm his friend.”

Blaine chuckled. He leaned forward and kissed Kurt on the lips. “You were amazing, my darling,” he said, eyes shining brightly. “I can't believe you're mine.”

“Thank you. I feel the same way.”

Kurt couldn't believe his life. A year after they met on the plane, Blaine anounced his retirement from the band. Kurt worried that Blaine would miss his life on stage, but after five years it was clear that Blaine had happily settled into a life as a house husband, following Kurt from town to town and generally being Kurt's biggest fan. Blaine blithely—but accurately—said that he had already made enough money for three lifetimes, and he was happy to spend his days keeping Kurt in the manner to which Kurt was quickly becoming accustomed. Kurt loved the stage too much to quit, and his star kept rising and rising, which seemed to make Blaine even happier than Kurt.

There was a small knock, and then Burt and Carol came into the dressing room. Carol was resplendent in a red Dior gown (a surprise gift from Blaine), and Burt looked uncomfortable but happy in a Calvin Klein tuxedo. “That was a hell of a performance, kiddo,” Burt said.

He reached for Kurt to hug him, but Carol got there first. After happy hugs all around, Kurt stepped back and looked at all of them. They were the people he loved most in all the world, and he knew that somewhere, Adam was smiling down on him, too. He had experienced his share of pain, but he wouldn't trade this love for anything.

Yep, it had been a pretty good life for Kurt Hummel.