“I'm going to brush my teeth,” Kurt informed Blaine as soon as they returned to the room. He grabbed his pajamas and took them with him into the bathroom.

Blaine quickly removed his clothes and slipped into his own pajama pants and a soft t-shirt, loving the feel of the carpet between his toes after being strangled in dress shoes. The floor, however, besides being soft, was also cold, so Blaine slipped on some socks. He was hanging up the last of his clothes in the closet when Kurt emerged from the bathroom.

Kurt gave Blaine the once over, “Are those rainbow socks, Anderson?”

“What?” Blaine lifted his pajama pant legs to reveal wooly footwear that could do double-duty as flags at a gay rights rally, “My feet are cold.”

“When I was brushing my teeth I was thinking about all the ways I wanted to ravish you tonight, but now I may have to completely reassess how sexy I find you.”

“Oh, yeah?” growled Blaine, stalking over to Kurt and capturing his lips in a knee-buckling kiss. “How sexy am I now?”

Kurt moaned and admitted, “So sexy.”

Blaine put a hand to the middle of Kurt's chest and pushed him back toward the bed. “Let me brush my teeth, and then maybe you can model some of the things we bought in Pine Bluffs.” He waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

Kurt affected a shocked expression, “Mr. Anderson, remember yourself.”

Blaine winked and disappeared into the bathroom. In a short time he had returned to find Kurt under the covers, all the lights in the room off except for one bedside lamp, and the box of condoms and lube sitting on the nightstand. Kurt had his iPhone plugged into the dock of a bedside stereo/alarm clock, and the music from the speakers was lending a cool jazz mood to the air.

The covers were puddled around Kurt's waist, and he was shirtless, chiseled and perfect in the lamplight. Blaine spent a moment to just drinking it in with his eyes.

Kurt said nothing; he simply looked back with a small smile on his face, but when Blaine started to slip under the covers Kurt halted him with a “Huh uh. I want to see all of you before we snuggle down where it's warm.” So Blaine obliged by slipping off the recently donned sleep clothes, standing full-length, muscular, huge and heavy for Kurt to see. Kurt shivered with anticipation, but he had the presence of mind to pull the covers back so that Blaine could settle into the bed beside him.

“I feel like I've been waiting for this forever,” Kurt whispered as he gathered Blaine to him.

“Me, too,” Blaine murmured into Kurt's neck, wrapping his arms around Kurt's chest. It was immediately apparent that Kurt was completely naked under the covers, soft and warm and waiting. They slid down the bed until they were lying flat, heads on the pillows and comforter pulled up to their chins to keep out the Wyoming night chill. The heat of their bodies was a perfect juxtaposition to the cold edge to the room.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's face with both hands and rolled until he was prone across Kurt's chest, his hips settling against Kurt's and his legs trailing between his partner's legs. As he kissed hungrily down Kurt's neck, Blaine's cock twitched in anticipation, and he felt Kurt's do the same, the two brushing against each other in a way that made them both gasp.

Blaine kissed eagerly down Kurt's neck and then his lips began to trail lower, his beard stubble rasping deliciously against Kurt's chest. Kurt moaned with pleasure, but he wanted something else. He grabbed Blaine's head with the splayed fingers of both hands to put a stop to Blaine's eager assault. “Hey,” Kurt spoke in a soft voice, “go easy. We have all night.”

“I…” Blaine hesitated, “I…I don't know how. It's always been fast; I've never…”

Kurt smiled gently at Blaine, “Let me show you.” Then Kurt rolled them both until Blaine was supine and Kurt was on top, and then they just fit together perfectly. He bent down and kissed Blaine softly, sweetly, taking his time. “Put your hands on me,” he whispered.

“Where?”

“Anywhere you like.”

Blaine put one hand on the back of Kurt's neck, the other he placed on his ribs. He started to rub, but Kurt said, “No. Just keep the connection, keep breathing, and let me do the work.” Then Kurt began to touch Blaine with infinite gentleness. His kisses were whisper light on Blaine's lips, neck, and chest. His hands stroked softly down Blaine's side, clever fingers tracing along the ribs and smoothing over the hips. Kurt's and Blaine's bare feet rubbed together, one pulling his toes back to push up, while the other pushed down on the tops.

Blaine didn't know sex between men could be so gentle. When he told Kurt he didn't know how to go easy, he wasn't kidding, because sex was always a fumbling and rushed affair, first because Blaine and Sebastian were teenagers in a boarding school with no privacy and later out of habit, or because it's what Sebastian wanted, Blaine didn't know. Blaine had seen porn, but that wasn't gentle either. By now, Sebastian would already be pounding into him, heedless of Blaine's readiness, but Kurt didn't try to mark him, grab him, or rush him. Sex with Kurt was a study in restraint and tenderness. He took his time, and he paid attention to when Blaine caught his breath or emitted a low moan, noticing what excited Blaine, and revisiting those places again and again. Blaine found the slow, sensual build up to be exponentially more arousing than the fevered groping he was used to, and eventually his back had arched off the bed, and his head was trashing from side to side, and he was moaning, “Please, Kurt, fuck me.”

“Not yet, sweetheart.” Kurt answered, returning his lips to the sensitive spot behind Blaine's ear that would cause Blaine to buck and cry when Kurt grazed it lightly with his teeth then soothed the spot with his tongue and lips. “Soon.”

Blaine threw his head back in frustration and moaned; he was aching, but he was also pleased. Every touch by Kurt was a revelation. The way Kurt was touching him seemed so different from what Blaine had expected from a self-professed love ‘em and leave ‘em guy. The Kurt now sucking so gently on Blaine's nipples and making him gasp was not intent on releasing his own sexual tension; he was making love to Blaine. Blaine thought about how Kurt was with his family, how he gleefully shared their joys, how he mourned his brother with his brother's ex-girlfriend, how he had an endless string of friends across the country who seemed overjoyed to see him and whom he seemed brimming with delight to see. The Kurt underneath the walls that he had built for himself was the most beautiful man—inside and out—that Blaine had ever know, and Blaine loved him. He loved him.

With gentle fingers, Kurt brushed softly against Blaine's rim, ghosting over the sensitive skin, then pushing lightly with two finger tips. Blaine gasped. Then Kurt reached for the lube and warmed some in his hand before coating a long, tapered finger liberally. He smoothed some lube around Blaine's entrance before pushing in, always moving slowly and gently, taking his time like a cowboy with a skittish colt. Kurt nearly melted from the heat inside of Blaine, and it took every bit of restraint for Kurt to continue to go slowly, but he wanted this to be special for Blaine—for both of them.

By the time Kurt had worked in three fingers, both men were sweating and shaking despite the chill air. “Please, Kurt,” Blaine begged, “I have to have you inside me. I can't wait any longer.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” Kurt agreed, lining up at the entrance and then pausing to bend down to catch Blaine's lips in a searing kiss that both men felt to their toes.

“God, I love you,” Blaine groaned when their lips parted and Kurt began to push in, and Kurt looked in Blaine's eyes and he saw it there, too. Blaine loved him. Kurt felt it explode in his heart. And then the worst thing imaginable happened.