Three months later, there were still some issues.  Not insurmountable issues, but issues.  One issue was that Kurt worked days (and many nights), and Blaine worked nights, so it was hard to even see each other.  A second issue was that each had spent so much time thinking of the other over the last twelve years that they often forgot that their new (again) boyfriend didnt actually know many details of their life.  That led to a few misunderstandings.  Like the time that Blaine saw Kurt kissing some gorgeous guy on the street--just a chaste kiss, but still, on the lips!--and Kurt had to explain to Blaine that it was his best friend, Elliott, who was hot, yes, but a little too emo for Kurts taste.  A third issue--and, sadly, the biggest issue--was sex. 

They werent having any. 

None.

Not ever.

Not even a little bit. 

And they werent talking about it, either. 

For Kurt, who had been with a lot of men, he didnt want Blaine to feel like he was just another guy, so he waited for Blaine to make the first move. 

For Blaine, he didnt want to be just another guy who wanted Kurt for his body (although, God, he wanted Kurts body), so he waited for Kurt to make the first move. 

So they would kiss, sweetly, and sometimes the kissing got a little heated, but then one of them would pull back and say, "Well, I should probably go home and get some sleep now; big day tomorrow at work."  And the other would say, "Yes, youre probably right.  Ill miss you."  And that would lead to a little more kissing and to both of them going home and tugging and groaning in the shower much more than they ever did in high school during the sub-equatorial exploration ban era. 

One night though, after Blaine had finally taken a night off of work (it was "bring an unusual instrument night" at the bar, so it was a perfect evening to beg off), and Kurt had taken a night away from performing, they had ended up at Kurts house to find--to their surprise and delight--that both Rachel and Santana were gone for the whole evening.  What started out as a little snuggling and movie watching on the sofa soon turned to something much hotter, and Blaine finally panted in Kurts mouth, as he lay prone across Kurts body grinding his very clothed but very hard penis against Kurts, "Kurt you have to fuck me.  I cant wait any more." 

Kurt opened his own mouth to reply, but, just then, a vase fell off a nearby shelf and shattered into a million pieces. 

It could have been anything:  vibrations from a passing subway, improper placement, a cascade effect from something Blaine had accidentally kicked with his foot that touched something else that touched something else.  Still, both of their eyes grew wide, and they began looking around the room. 

Blaine sat up on his knees.  Kurt raised up on his elbows.  "Oh my God, do you think theyre watching us?" he whispered. 

"Kurt, I think they can hear us, even if we whisper."

Kurt sat up and rubbed his upper arms as if fighting off a chill, "Maybe we could go to a hotel."

Blaine shook his head, "Its not a practical long-term solution.  We cant go to a hotel every night.  Besides, your mom is tied to you.  She could follow us anywhere we went."

"Blaine!  You cant talk about my mom when were...you know.  And...every night?"

Blaines head fell back onto the sofa as he groaned, "This cant be happening."

They sat in silence for a few moments.  They didnt have to wait for their erections to subside; the thought of mom-ghost watching them had wilted them both right away. 

Then Kurt sat up suddenly and snapped his fingers.  "Ive got it!"

Blaine sat up straighter, "What?"

"Well go to your medium cat friend and see if hell do a séance.  We can get Charlie and Finn and my mom together and just ask them to...uh..." Kurt tilted his head as he tried to work through it, "Not watch us when we have all the hot sex?"  He said that last very slowly recognizing as he went how uncomfortable that would be. 

"No," Blaine interjected, "We just ask them to stay out of our bedrooms.  That would be a reasonable request, right?  And less awkward." 

Kurt leaned forward and pressed a smile into Blaines lips, "Youre a genius.  Call them in the morning?" [Authors note:  There was a really good joke here in the version that didnt post, but damn if I havent forgotten it.]

Blaine smiled and nodded.  It would be another night in the shower--this time cold--for him, but at least he could see light at the end of the tunnel. 

The smile slowly faded from Kurts face, and he looked down at his hands when he asked, "Did you mean what you said when you said you wanted me to...you?"

Oh. 

When Kurt and Blaine were in high school, Blaine had been the (slightly) more experienced and confident one, and Kurt had been shy and awkward.  It was almost as if Blaine were older. Kurt had been contented to let Blaine take the lead, and when Kurt indicated he was ready, it was Blaine--who had completed a full internet-porn tutorial--who educated Kurt in the ways that men could love each other.  This meant it was also Blaine who topped. 

But Blaine had discovered later--post-Kurt--that he was more comfortable as a bottom, so he hadnt really given it much thought when hed asked Kurt to fuck him.  He was in the moment, and he had only thought about how good it would feel to have Kurt pounding into him until Blaine was sweaty and shaking. 

But now they were going to have to have that conversation, and oh...

"Well, I just thought..." Blaine started, and then he stopped because he didnt really know how to finish that sentence. 

"Its not that...I dont...well..." Kurt couldnt finish his sentence, either. 

"I want you to top!" Blaine blurted out, a quite a bit louder than he meant to.  Some pigeons perched on Kurts window sill flew up in surprise. 

Kurt let out a long breath, "Oh, my God; Im so relieved.  I havent bottomed in...well, since you, actually."

"And youre okay with switching?  I mean, with doing it different than we used to?"

"I think...I think I might prefer it.  Although, maybe sometimes..."

"Maybe later we might try it differently...for old times sake."

They held hands as they clamored up the stairs to street level after their final visit to Lord Tubbington and his able assistant, Britany.  Lord Tubbington had insisted (via Britany) that it wasnt possible to have a séance with all three ghosts.  They had to do each one by one, no earlier than one week apart, and they had to pay a separate fee each time. 

Blaine was starting to think that Britany--or perhaps the cat--was an evil genius. 

They never once saw any of the ghosts, and Blaine wondered how much of it was a colossal scam until Finn--supposedly astral projecting through Britany via Lord Tubbington, who was doing an awful lot of licking of his balls for someone conducting a séance--said, "Blaine, dude, if you cheat on my brother again, Im going to have to mess you up.  No offense.  And, also, dude, can you get in some Coors Light in cans?  That would be awesome." 

For the conversation with Charlie, Kurt waited out in the lobby, and for Kurts conversation with his mom, Blaine did likewise.  Kurts time with Elizabeth was the last séance, and Blaine hoped that Kurt wouldnt be too devastated afterward to...you know.  In fact, hed done a little prep in anticipation, but he told himself not to get his hopes up. 

After some time, Kurt came out of the room.  Without saying anything to Blaine, he grabbed him by the hand and pulled him out the little storefront, up the stairs, down the street, around the corner and through a doorway.  Blaine blinked to see that they were in the lobby of a chain hotel. 

"Reservation for Hummel-Anderson," Kurt told the front desk clerk, handing over a photo identification and a credit card. 

Blaine blinked again. 

"I didnt want to take any chances, and I didnt want to wait another night.  I hope this is okay with you," Kurt explained as the clerk handed them the room keys. 

Blaine nodded up and down rapidly. 

When they entered the room, Kurt immediately threw his coat over a chair, walked to the side of the bed, and efficiently began stripping off layers of shirts. 

Blaine followed suit.  Or, he tried to, but he kept being distracted by waxing revelations of Kurts creamy skin, so he was disjointed.  He managed to pull off his own sweater, probably by destroying the neckline utterly when it caught on his ears, untuck and unbutton a few bottom buttons of his shirt, unbutton a few top buttons of the same shirt, kick off his shoes and one sock, and unbutton the first three buttons of the fly on his jeans. 

By the time Kurt was shirtless, Blaine was largely still dressed but completely disheveled. 

"Come here," Kurt said in the lowest voice Blaine had ever heard him use, and he went until he was standing toe to toe with his greatest love. 

Kurt wrapped a palm around the back of Blaines neck and pulled him into a wet, opened mouth kiss that had Blaine groaning.  As the kiss deepened, and it sucked Blaine into the vortex, Kurts other hand slipped around Blaines waist under his rucked up shirt and slipped down under the waistband of his boxers.  His fingers teased up and down the valley between Blaines firm cheeks, gathering the sweat there to help the slide.  Then the fingers slid lower, and when Kurt hit resistance, he pulled back from the kiss and asked, "Is that....?"

Blaine nodded, his cheeks coloring brightly. 

Blaine had worried that if Kurt wasnt too emotional after his visit to his mother, and if the evening went the way Blaine had ached for all these months, that he wasnt going to last through the prep stage.  Kurt would get one finger in him and thar she blows, and, well, Blaine wasnt a teenager any more.  As a precaution, he had prepped himself in the shower before the visit to the medium, Blaine popping in a small, flexible butt plug before dressing.  The idea was to slip into the bathroom before and discretely remove it, but they hadnt gotten that far. 

Blaine mumbled, "I wanted to be...prepared...for you."

Kurt sucked in a breath, spun Blaine around, and pulled him up hard against his body, Blaines back pressed up against Kurts front, Kurts body supported by a cheap hotel dresser. 

Kurt mouthed warmly at the chords along Blaines neck as his fingers pressed bruises on each of Blaines hip bones.  He slowly slid one hand over Blaines navel and up, undoing the lingering buttons of Blaines shirt.  He spread his fingers and pushed them under the soft curls on Blaines chest, before trailing down.  Using one hand pressed against Blaines belly to hold him tight against him, he pushed the other hand down, sliding under the elastic of his boxers, barely impeded by the unbuttoned jeans.  His fingers slid along either side of Blaines cock, which was pinned in the downward pointing direction by his jeans, to slip over his balls, and Blaine let out a shuddering hum. 

Kurt slid his hand back out of Blaines pants, and using both hands, turned Blaine to kiss him again, full on the mouth.  Then he grabbed Blaine by the waist and threw him on his back onto the bed. 

"Take off your shirt," Kurt ordered, and Blaine quickly obliged, no longer having buttons to confuse him. 

Kurt quickly stripped out of the remainder of his clothes, and Blaine just watched, slack jawed, propped up on his elbows on the bed.  It turned out that Kurt didnt just get taller after high school.  Kurt bent to his discarded pants and pulled out a condom packet, which he quickly ripped open.  The condom was on in a matter of seconds, and Blaine thought he might explode from want. 

Striding the two steps to the bed, Kurt reached down and with strong hands, yanked Blaines jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh.  Then he bent down to kiss Blaine, pinning Blaines legs into a jackknife position, knees to his chest and feet pressed flat to Kurts pecs.  As he kissed Blaine, with one hand Kurt wiggled the plug, pushing it in and out a little as well as pulling it side to side.  Blaine moaned. 

When it came lose with an obscene pop, Kurt tossed it across the room and quickly replaced it with his own cock, sliding in all at once in a single strong push.  Then it was in, in, in, not fast, but strong, not giving Blaine time to adjust at all to the stretch and burn. 

It was exactly what Blaine wanted. 

Kurt pounded into him with long strokes while Blaine moaned, tossed his head, and alternated between jerking at his cock and pressing at the base to keep from coming too soon. 

Then, tragically, Kurt stopped.  "We should slow down," he panted. 

"What?!" The word out of Blaines mouth was half outrage, half whine. 

"Its been so long; I should savor you."

"No, no, no, Kurt.  Well do it twice.  Well do it twice.  You can savor me later, I promise. Just..."

But Kurt was pulling all the way out, and Blaine wanted to cry.  He wasnt a teenager any more, but he was positive at this point that the evening was going to involve at least two--and maybe three--goes.  They could have sweet and tender on the next round.  But then Kurt ripped the jeans off of Blaine, flung them away, and slid back hard into Blaine, who screamed from the pleasure of it, muffling his voice by turning his head and wrapping his lips around Kurts forearm as he did so. 

Now Blaines legs were by Kurts head, his knees practically on Kurts shoulders, and Kurt was pounding into Blaine hard, gritting out, "God, Blaine, Blaine. Come on."

Blaine didnt have to be told twice.  He came hard, painting Kurts chest and his own, while Kurt let out a high-pitched noise and lost rhythm as he pulsed inside Blaines now abused ass. 

Spent, Kurt collapsed on top of Blaine, and neither said anything as their heart rates and breathing gradually slowed. 

Eventually Kurt pulled out, rose off of Blaine and went into the bathroom.  Blaine heard water running.  When he returned, Kurt was clean and no longer wearing a condom.  He took a warm, wet washcloth and gently wiped down Blaines chest, his cock, and around his ass.  When he returned from taking the washcloth back to the bathroom, Blaine was already under the covers. 

Kurt slipped in beside him and gathered Blaine into his arms.  He kissed his neck and nuzzled into his ear,  "You are so beautiful."

Blaine snuggled up more firmly against Kurt and said drowsily, "You are, too."

"Mmm," Kurt hummed, hand moving slowly over Blaines chest hair, "Is this new?"

Blaine giggled a little and put a hand down to gently touch Kurts softening cock, "Is this?" 

"I guess we still have some new things to discover about each other."

"I guess so," Blaine agreed. 

"I suspect thats going to take a life time."

Blaine turned in Kurts arms so that he could wrap his own arms around Kurts warm, naked body, "I hope it takes a couple of life times."