It had been a week since they had finished Kurts story, but their time together reading it had an unexpected consequence.  Now, instead of spending their evening rushing off to do homework or to watch television or to hang out at Mercedes apartment (which was much nicer than theirs), they took some time with each other, not for sex or making out (although they did that, too), but to just sit together and talk or read to each other.  Blaine had always thought their relationship was great, but now it was even better, and Kurt seemed happier, too. 

Blaine was taking a summer hip hop class, because Carmen Tibideaux told him that he danced like one of those wind sock people they put up at used car dealerships.  He was also the lead in NYADAs summer student musical.  It was a weird little operetta called, "Swingin High."  The title made Sam giggle like a junior high kid, so Blaine and Kurt tried not to mention it in front of him.  Kurt was working extra hours at Vogue.com to finish a big project.  They were both tired, but they still made time for each other every night, and their relationship grew even stronger because of it. 

One night, Blaine came home from rehearsal to find the apartment filled with soft music, candlelight, and the unmistakable smell of pie. 

"Hi, honey," Kurt smiled from the kitchen.  He looked amazing to Blaine in the latest outfit hed configured using designer pieces hes bought on sale (marked down a lot) at a liquidation store.  As Blaine hugged him, he realized that Kurt also smelled amazing.  He had great taste in cologne. 

"Whats all this?" Blaine asked. 

"I just wanted to surprise you," Kurt said, taking Blaines hand in his and swinging their arms a little before leading Blaine to the sofa. 

"What have you done?"

"Not much.  I made pie," he picked up a piece that was cut and sitting on a small plate on the coffee table and handed it to Blaine, "and, I did this."  Kurt reached under the sofa and pulled out his laptop. 

"You wrote another chapter!"

Kurt nodded happily.

"And you made pie!"

Kurt nodded again. 

Blaine put the pie down and threw his arms around Kurt.  "I love you so much!"

Kurt pulled back from the embrace far enough to be able to kiss Blaine sweetly on the lips.  "I love you too, honey."

The days passed in relative comfort at the manor.  Nights were filled with passion for both Rachel and Finn and for Kurt and Blaine.  Rachel was now pregnant, and three daddies looked forward to the birth with eager anticipation.  Kurt and Blaine also spent their nights together.  Since Kurt had slept in his cupboard for so many years, no one missed him at night or questioned where he was.  He had confessed his affair to Shannon, who had hugged him and said, "Im so happy for you, honey," but no one else knew. 

Well, that wasnt strictly true.  There was one unfortunate incident where two rakish troubadours had come to the manor, Sebastian and Karofsky.  Hearing Kurts beautiful voice as she was singing in the kitchen, they had tried to persuade her to come with them on their travels.  When she refused, they kidnapped her.  Two nights later, they tried to rape her, and discovered that she wasnt all they thought her to be.  Surprisingly, finding she wasnt a woman seemed to excite them more, but warrior Blaine, who had been tracking them for a two days, stepped in just in time and made short work of both of the rogue songsters, who were now singing in a much higher register. 

After that, Blaine was more wary of strangers entering the manor. 

Over time, Kurt and Blaine had progressed to spending their nights together naked, and they had both become quite proficient at oral sex, but neither could shake the notion that there should be something more.  Having no one to ask, and too shy to put to words what they really wanted to do to each other, they each kept this frustration to themselves, until one night when Kurt felt Blaines fingers ghost over his entrance, hovering for a moment before moving on. 

A week later, when Kurt silently slipped into Blaines chambers, he was carrying a small bottle.

"What have you brought?" Blaine asked, after giving Kurt an enthusiastic welcome kiss. 

Kurt blushed a brilliant red, but he managed to stammer out, "Ive been experimenting with this oil for a week, and I am confident it will...that is, nothing bad...I mean...mmmm...will you trust me?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow, "Kurt, you intrigue me.  Only say the word, and I am completely at your bidding."

"I thought...oh...just...here."  Kurt set the bottle on a table beside the bed and then returned to Blaine, reaching out and unpinning the plaid pin at his shoulder.  Then Kurt tugged Blaines saffron shirt over his head and spent a minute or two running his hands over the broad planes of Blaines chest, reveling in the feel of muscle and hair.  Reaching down, Kurt unbuckled Blaines sporran and set it aside.  Then he unclasped his wide belt, and Blaines tartan fell to the ground, leaving him in nothing but thick hose, a sgian dubh, and heavy shoes.  Blaine sat on the end of the bed and removed those items quickly, so that he was completely naked.  He looked up expectantly at Kurt. 

"Sorry to interrupt, especially when youve got me all naked and stuff, but whats a ski and do?"

Kurt giggled and kissed Blaines nose, "A sgian dubh is, like, a small utility knife.  Youve seen guys in kilts have those tucked into your socks.  But in the old days they were for eating and such."

"And hose is just old English for thick socks, right?"

"I thought I was the fashion guy?  But, yeah, youre right."

"Okay," Blaine smiled, satisfied, "Ill try not to interrupt you anymore."

Kurt kissed Blaines forehead, "Like you said to me the first night we made love, we can stop any time you want."

Kurt put a hand to the middle of Blaines chest and pushed back until Blaine was lying supine on the large bed.  He tucked his hands under his head and watched Kurt with hooded eyes as he  reached up to untie the cord at the back of his neck.  Then he reached under his shirt and untied another cord and pulled out the complicated contraption he had devised to give himself breasts.  Kurt always removed this before he took off his shirt, and Blaine secretly loved this little bit of shyness in Kurt. 

Then Kurt perched on a chair and removed his own heavy shoes and hose.  His skirt came next, and then his shirt, until he was standing in nothing but a simple chemise, backlit by the fire to reveal his lithe form.  Slipping off the straps, Kurt let the last garment hit the floor, and now he was completely naked.  Blaine thought he would never tire of that sight. 

"Boy, thats true," nodded Blaine, and Kurt smiled.

Walking gracefully to the bed, Kurt bent down and pressed his lips to Blaine.  Blaine reached up both hands to press along Kurts jaw, fingers splayed and thumbs by Kurts ears.  It was a gesture that was both possessive and familiar to Kurt.  It made him feel safe and wanted, like Blaine was afraid if he let loose, Kurt might float away.  Kurt couldnt imagine ever wanting to be held captive like this with any other man. 

When Kurt finally broke the kiss, both men were slightly aroused and panting.  Kurt smiled and picked up the bottle from the table.  Then he kneeled at the end of the bed between Blaines sexy legs, and...

"You think my legs are sexy?"

"Blaine, you have the legs of a soccer player.  I swoon whenever I see them.  Your constant urge to bare your ankles all the time is just a little come hither message like, ‘Hey, imagine what I have further North.  I could stare at your knees and thighs all day.  How can you not know this about me?" 

Blaine stuck out a leg, then he reached down with both hands and tugged the pant leg up so that his calf was showing. 

"Stop that, or well never get through this chapter."  Kurt cleared his throat, "Where was I?  Oh yeah, ‘he kneeled at the end of the bed between Blaines spindly, stick legs, and..."

"Hey!"

"...and reached for the bottle.  Removing the cork, Kurt poured a small pool of oil into the palm of his hand.  Rubbing the oil between his hands to warm it, he then reached out and cupped Blaines testicles, rolling them around in his slippery fingers. 

The lack of friction was unlike anything Blaine had ever felt, and he moaned, "Oh, Kurt, how did you think of this?"

Kurt didnt answer.  With his other hand, his fingers circled Blaines now erect penis, gliding over the soft skin with oil-slicked hands.  Blaine emitted an animal sound from deep in his throat, and Kurt stroked a little harder, bringing Blaine to his full length.  Then he bent his head down and gave an experimental lick to Blaines head, now glistening with both oil and pre-ejaculate. 

Kurt had experimented with the oil all week, and he knew that its taste was not unpleasant.  Still, it was different, mixed with the taste of Blaine.  Definitely better than the oil alone, but still different. 

When Blaine was writhing under Kurts touch, both with his fingers and his tongue, Kurt screwed up his courage, rose up from his nearly prone position, and put more oil on his hand.  Then he dragged a finger through the pool, being sure to thoroughly coat it.  He hoped that Blaine would react well to what he was about to do.  When he had tried it on himself, it felt amazing, but still...

Capturing Blaines eyes with his own and locking them there, Kurt reached a finger down and tentatively touched Blaines entrance.  Blaines eyes widened slightly, but he didnt move away or frown.  In fact, he gave Kurt a ghost of a smile, and, encouraged, Kurt pushed in slightly. 

Then Blaine did frown slightly, but he also nodded and whispered, "Keep going."

Kurt pushed in so slowly, his eyes never leaving Blaines.  When he could go no further, he began pulling out, just slightly, and pushing back in again, back and forth, until he was pulling out and pushing in in earnest, and Blaine was moving against his finger as if he couldnt get enough.

"Oh my God, I cant get enough of your hands.  Your fingers are magical."  He pulled Kurts hand down so that he could feel how hard Blaine was.  "See what you do to me, just from your words?"

"Im glad.  Now let me read, and well see what else I can do with my words."

"Can you...," Blaine gasped, "Try more?"

"More?"

"Another finger.  Two fingers," Blaine, despite being more aroused than he had ever been, was still a little embarrassed to have to say it.  Color rose hotly in his cheeks but he managed to put to words, "I feel like I need more of you."

Kurt pulled out his finger and added more oil to two fingers.  Then he pressed in again.  It was harder going this time, but Blaine was more eager, and he pushed down against Kurt.  Kurt hadnt tried this on himself, but now that he was doing it, he experimented with a few things.  First, he moved the fingers independent of each other.  This seemed to stretch Blaine more, and he moaned in pleasure.  Then Kurt bend his fingers a little and seemed to meet something...different, which nearly put Blaine off the bed.

"Oh!"  Blaine shouted, and Kurt pulled out his fingers immediately.

"Did I hurt you?"

Blaine shook his head vehemently.  "I dont know what you did, but it was...there are no words.  Do you think you can try to do it again?"

So Kurt tried, and it took a few times to find that exact right spot, but he did find it, and he quickly found out that he could drive Blaine nearly mad by tapping at that place again and again.  Soon Blaine was reaching down to grab Kurts wrist and still his movements, "Stop, stop," he commanded. 

Kurt looked at Blaine with a question in his eyes. 

"I dont want it to end, yet.  I wonder if, perhaps, you could enter there with that," he reached down to touch Kurts hard penis to indicate what he meant. 

"Do you think its possible?" Kurt breathed. 

"I think maybe thats what Ive read in the old poems, but I didnt understand until now.  At least, I want to try, if you are willing."

Kurt nodded, and he grabbed the oil bottle one more time, removing the cork and pouring more oil on his hand.  Without waiting for the oil to warm, he generously oiled his penis, which, like Blaines, seemed harder than it had ever been before.  When he was ready, he looked at Blaine and had a moment of confusion.  "Im not certain how..."  He looked a little helpless. 

"Let us try..." Blaine started and he bent his knees further, and then, thinking better of it, slid his legs up onto Kurts shoulders, "Maybe this..."

Pressing Blaines buttocks apart with one hand and lining himself up with the other, Kurt pushed his hips forward and pressed until he felt a ring of muscles give and then he was gloriously inside.  Blaine made a face, and Kurt quit pushing for a moment until he felt Blaines muscles in his calves and thigh relax and Blaine said, "Keep trying."  Then Kurt pushed forward further until he was completely inside, and Kurt was amazed that it was even possible, and he thought he might swoon from the heat and the tightness.  They stayed still like that just for a minute, panting and looking at each other with wonder.  Then Kurt began moving, incrementally at first, and then with real gusto, and Blaine met him thrust for thrust until they were both crying out, and Blaine was soaking their chests with his come, and Kurt was falling apart inside of Blaine, and both men were making far too much noise in a manor full of people, but neither cared. 

After Kurt had collapsed on top of Blaines chest, and Blaine wrapped his strong arms around him, they simply laid like that for a long while.  Then Blaine reached one hand down for the small bottle that was now lodged against his thigh. 

He held it up to the light and said, "I hope you have more of this, Kurt, because I think we might want to do this again."

Kurt raised his head slightly and smiled at his wrecked, gorgeous paramour.  "I believe there are two barrels in the pantry."

"Good," Blaine nodded, setting the bottle back down on the bed and putting that hand back on the small of Kurts back.  "I love you," he smiled. 

"I love you, too," Kurt smiled back. 

And they all lived happily ever after, and if anyone wondered why they were always going through so much oil, they never asked Blaine MacAnders, the most handsome Laird in all of Scotland. 

Blaine stood up and swept Kurt into his arms. 

"Where are we going?" Kurt giggled as he clutched Blaines neck.  

"I have the most wonderful, generous, talented fiancé in the whole world, and now were going to have the hottest sex ever."  Then Blaine set Kurt back down again on the sofa, "Except, youre going to have to walk to the bedroom, because you weigh a ton."

Kurt swung his legs around and stood up with a graceful motion.  He slipped his hand into Blaines.  "Did you really like the story?"

Blaine tugged at Kurts hand, leading him toward the bedroom, "Let me show you just how much."