Blaine took the first shower, despite the fleeting thought of how they could really just take one together, but that was too much too fast maybe and Kurt was perfectly fine with having a few minutes by himself to let it all sink in. He was on the verge of jumping around the apartment when Blaine reemerged from the bathroom, and Kurt hadn’t prepared himself for seeing Blaine completely dressed in his clothes, but it was definitely a welcome sight. There was something so perfect about how the shirt was a tad too big and how the yoga pants hung low on his hips, and Kurt forced himself to get into the shower before he tried to take them all off him.

His own shower was short, and it wasn’t long before he was towel-dried and in clean, comfortable clothes, headed back out to his room. Blaine was standing by his desk, and Kurt allowed himself a long moment of just looking at him. The sun was streaming in through the window and hitting Blaine just so, it was almost like nature was showing its blatant approval of him. Kurt loved the way his hair was curly, like it was hinted at when he got sweaty and a few curls got loose around the nape of his neck despite how it had originally been gelled down. He looked so boyish and perfect and Kurt really couldn’t help but stare.

“It’s kind of a mess,” he said softly, drawing Blaine’s attention away from his desk. The light hit Blaine’s profile and Kurt bit the inside of his lip. He really was gorgeous. “I never really cleaned up from all the projects I just finished, so it’s a mess.”

“I always tried to picture your apartment,” Blaine murmured, fingertips drifting across the surface of the desk and the bits of fabric scattered across it. “Every time we would talk and I knew you were here, I would try to come up with what it must look like.”

“How close were you?” Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow as he moved over to sit at the foot of the bed.

“Not even close enough to mention,” Blaine replied, shaking his head. “I knew you said it was small but I never really imagined it this small. I guess, small apartments in Columbus are still bigger, so I didn’t have much to compare it to.” He paused, looking back down at Kurt’s workspace. “This is where you make things.”

“Not nearly as nice as having an actual workbench, but it gets the job done,” Kurt said with a slight shrug. “It’s why I didn’t make anything for a while, because it’s a hassle to have to get everything out and set up and then to try and work in whatever space is left. Hardly ideal, but all I have.”

“Hardly ideal, and yet you still manage to make the most amazing things.” Blaine moved over, cupping Kurt’s face in his hands as he leaned down to kiss him. Kurt wasn’t sure if he was going to get used to that anytime soon, or if he even wanted to. He felt addicted to that thrill that ran through him with every touch. His hands slid up to rest on Blaine’s waist, pulling him in closer until his knees rest on the mattress on either side of Kurt’s legs.

“You’re the most amazing thing,” he murmured, resting his forehead against Blaine’s chest as he knelt over him. “God, you have no idea, Blaine.”

“You’re going to give me a complex,” Blaine whispered teasingly, sitting back on his heels so he could kiss him easily, lips just barely brushing against the corner of his mouth. Kurt couldn’t believe how easy it all was, but that was how everything was when it came to Blaine. Kissing and touching him was just as easy as talking to him had been for months. There wasn’t that awkwardness of transition, of not knowing where the lines were or how much was too much, because it was Blaine and that made everything seem effortless.

“What time do you have to be somewhere?” Kurt asked, nudging Blaine a little to get him to move off his lap and over onto the bed. He pressed Blaine back against the mattress and stretched out over top, reveling in the solid warmth beneath him before settling back to sit on Blaine’s thighs.

“Right now I’m going with never,” Blaine said with a sigh, tilting his head to the side as Kurt leaned down and kissed his jaw. “Just going to stay right here…”

“Blaine.” Kurt propped himself up on his elbows, giving him a look.

“What? You got to call in sick, am I not allowed to do that too?” Blaine looked up at him through his eyelashes and Kurt was certain that wasn’t fair. There was a hint of a smirk twitching at the corners of his lips, and Kurt leaned down to kiss it away. “See? Not motivating me to go anywhere…”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Shh, let me have a moment. I’ve been waiting for this for a while now.”

“You and me both,” Kurt whispered, his eyelids fluttering closed as Blaine reached up to trace his fingertips along his jaw. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“New York here or your bed here?”

“Both.” He opened his eyes and took in the good natured smile on Blaine’s face. “Definitely both.”

“I can’t wait to live here,” Blaine said with a sigh, his eyes widening as soon as the words were out. “New York here, not your bed here. God, I did not mean for it to come out like that.”

“Hush, you’re fine,” Kurt murmured, dipping his head down to kiss him, just because he could. The words had sent a rush through him, even though he’d known immediately what Blaine had actually meant. Blaine made a soft sound against his mouth, fingers slipping into the hair at the nape of Kurt’s neck before he pulled back. “I can’t wait for you to live here, either. That’s why you can’t call in sick to work.”

“Not fair,” Blaine whispered, tugging Kurt back down and catching his lower lip between his teeth, sucking on it lightly. Kurt groaned, letting himself sink down further against him and tangle his fingers into his curls. They were still slightly damp and Blaine smelled his shampoo, but underneath was still that slight lingering of Blaine’s cologne, which was enough to distinguish him from all the familiar scents of Kurt’s products.

It was so much different than it had been before in the kitchen, less desperate and pressing and needy. Kissing Blaine that time was almost lazy, but just as deep and longing. It was sweeter, and Kurt took his time pressing open mouthed kisses along Blaine’s jaw, sucking against his neck and to the hollow of his throat. He’d spent so much time imagining what it would be like to be able to kiss Blaine, and he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity to do just that as much as he wanted.

Blaine’s hands slid up under the back of Kurt’s shirt, warm against his skin as they smoothed up his back. It was the first time he’d really touched him like that, so much of his bare skin, and Kurt let out a shaky breath against the crook of his neck before he pushed up enough to let Blaine be able to push up his shirt, helping him pull it over his head. Blaine stared up at him, and his fingers wrapped around Kurt’s shoulders briefly before he let his palms drift down over his chest and abdomen. Kurt closed his eyes, his stomach muscles jumping under Blaine’s touch.

“God… Kurt,” Blaine murmured, one of his hands sliding up to cup the back of Kurt’s neck, pulling him down to kiss him again. Kurt nipped at Blaine’s lower lip, teeth dragging against it as Blaine’s fingers slid into his hair, twisting slightly and giving a tug. His hands slid under Blaine’s shirt, rucking it up as his fingers splayed across his stomach and sides, taking in the smallness of his waist. Blaine huffed out a quiet breath, pulling his mouth away long enough to mumble, “don’t you even think about tickling me, Kurt Hummel.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Kurt said quietly, sitting back so Blaine could rise up off the bed long enough for his shirt to get tugged off. Blaine’s eyes stayed on his as he lay back down, but Kurt couldn’t look away from the exposed, tanned skin that his fingers were just itching to touch. And the thing was, he could. His fingertips traced along his chest, feeling the way Blaine’s breath quickened slightly. For as much as he was solid, lean muscle, Blaine somehow managed to be soft and pliant beneath Kurt’s hands all at the same time.

He ran his hands down his stomach, digging his thumbs into the indents by his hips that were exposed by how low his pants were hanging. Blaine let out a deep breath, and it seemed like he was trying to stay as still as possible as Kurt’s touch drifted over him. Kurt leaned down, sucking a kiss against his collarbone until there was a mark starting to form, and Blaine squirmed beneath him as he stroked his tongue over the reddening skin. His breath hitched as he looked up, taking in the way Blaine’s lips were wet and parted, his cheeks flushed and his eyes closed with his eyelashes fanning out across his cheeks. He truly was devastatingly breathtaking.

His mouth dragged kisses down the center of Blaine’s chest, teeth grazing against his skin just barely but enough to earn little gasps and whimpers. Blaine’s hands found their way back into his hair, but he didn’t try to push or guide where he was kissing, he just scritched his fingertips against his scalp every now and again. It wasn’t until Kurt had scooted back most of the way and his chin was brushing against the waistband of Blaine’s pants, his tongue dipping into his bellybutton, that Blaine moaned and tugged on his hair.

Kurt lifted his head, looking up to find Blaine looking down at him with dark, wide eyes.  Blaine looked wrecked, and Kurt felt a jolt of pride knowing that he’d done that. He’d done that and he wasn’t even done. He couldn’t believe he was supposed to be at work and not there in his bed with Blaine.

Slowly, he scooted down the tiniest bit more and lowered his head, nosing along the hard outline of Blaine’s cock through the yoga pants.

“Oh.” Blaine’s fingers flexed in Kurt’s hair and his head dropped back against the mattress with a thud. Kurt hooked his thumbs into the waistband, catching the boxers as well, and tugged them down.

It had been a while since Kurt had been in that position, and he wanted to forget about everything he’d known before as he watched Blaine’s cock spring free from the boxers, thick and hard and curving slightly toward his stomach. He kissed against Blaine’s hip, his hands gripping at his thighs – and he really was starting to wonder if there wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t made up of the perfect amount of muscle – and let his mouth trail over across his groin.

His tongue darted out to flick at the base before he licked up Blaine’s length in one long stroke, tracing the vein that was prominent there on the underside. From above he could hear mumblings, but nothing definitive, and a whine as he let the tip of his tongue dip into the slit, tasting precome and Blaine. It was one of those moments Kurt wanted to savor, because there was only ever one first time that a person got to experience such things, and really he just wanted to savor every second of every experience with Blaine.

Kurt sunk his mouth down over him in one easy movement, and a moan ripped itself from Blaine’s chest and echoed around the apartment. It was easier to hear as the mumblings got louder, as his head bobbed over him and he took Blaine deeper, to hear that it was a mixture of whimpers and swearing. He was already certain that unraveling Blaine to the point of nonsensical cursing was one of his favorite things in the world. Right up there with how he was able to do that.

“OhmyGodKurt,” Blaine whimpered, as Kurt pulled off just enough to keep the head of his cock in his mouth and suck on it. “Fuckfuckfuck.” He hollowed out his cheeks as his lips slid back down his length, tongue pressed up against the underside as he moved his head in slow drags up and down and deeper until he felt the nudge of the tip against the back of his throat and he moaned, Blaine’s hands scrambling at his shoulders for something to hold onto.

Part of him still couldn’t believe he had Blaine there with him, and especially not like that – all flushed, sweaty, naked, practically begging. He would have been temporarily content with meeting for coffee, maybe taking a walk in the park, but he’d gotten so much more than any of that. Kurt was elated, and not just because of the sex but because of all the overarching meaning of it all. Blaine was there and was his and at the moment he had blunt fingernails against his skin to remind him of just that.

“Kurt,” Blaine groaned, and it some semblance of warning but Kurt didn’t care. He rubbed his thumb down against the base of Blaine’s cock, his fingertips brushing over his balls, and he swallowed around him as he came with a cry. His hand slid up to rest on his abdomen, to take in the trembling of the man beneath him, and he sucked him until the hot pulsing in his mouth stopped and there was nothing left.

Blaine grabbed onto his arms and hauled him up, crashing their mouths together and licking his way in. Kurt’s lips parted easily against his insistence, and Blaine moaned, tasting himself on Kurt’s tongue and sucking on it in a way that made Kurt feel dizzy and like he couldn’t breathe. He was on his back before he realized Blaine flipped them over and there was the blunt pressure of Blaine’s thigh against his crotch, making him groan.

He was still reeling from the kiss after Blaine broke it, teeth and tongue working down his torso until his pants were off and Blaine’s mouth was on him, and he hadn’t expected it to happen so fast but he would be damned if he wasn’t glad that it did. Kurt had been so hard and aching and entranced in what he was doing to Blaine that he hadn’t cared until Blaine was there and so wet and hot around him, and Kurt barely managed to keep control over his hips from thrusting up because it all felt so good.

“Jesus, Blaine,” Kurt gasped, his fingers tangling into Blaine’s curls as he looked down, taking in the sight of Blaine sinking down over him, hands braced on either side of Kurt’s hips, shoulders looking so broad and strong. And then Blaine looked up at him through those thick eyelashes of his and Kurt moaned, heat pouring through his body and gathering low in his stomach. Everything was tensing so fast and he felt like he was shaking, his pulse beating in his ears and Blaine’s mouth so tight and unyielding.

There was a long moment where Kurt felt his entire body was a string waiting to snap, like the only thing keeping him grounded was the way Blaine was swallowing around him, and seconds later everything sprung free. His back arched up and he choked back a moan as he came, and Blaine never stopped until Kurt whimpered from oversensitivity, tugging half-heartedly at Blaine’s hair to make him.

Blaine shifted up, his body like an overheated blanket draped over Kurt, and they both lay there panting for breath and dropping light kisses against whatever body part they could reach – Kurt mostly against Blaine’s hair and Blaine against his chest and neck. Kurt felt like Blaine had managed to suck every bone out of his body and he wasn’t going to be able to move until they somehow grew back. He would have said as much if he was able to make words work.

“Are you sure I have to go to work tonight?” Blaine mumbled, minutes later, his face burrowed against Kurt’s chest.

“Mmph, I really don’t want you to,” Kurt replied, clearing his throat to try and get some of the roughness out of his voice. “But if you skip work tonight then I’ll want to skip work tomorrow…”

“Spending a week in bed is good for the soul.”

“Is ‘soul’ a euphemism for libido?”

“Maybe.” Blaine chuckled, nuzzling his nose against him before propping his chin on his shoulder. “You can’t deny it sounds like a wonderful plan…”

“Until I lose my job and you don’t get to have one here and get sent back to Ohio.”

“Kurt,” Blaine whined, lazily kissing his neck. “Dream with me.”

“You’re going to work tonight, because I won’t be here anyway.”

“Where are you going?” Kurt glanced over as Blaine pushed up onto his elbows, his brow furrowed.

“I heard there’s this kind of gorgeous piano player that’s in town for a limited engagement,” Kurt teased. “Well, limited engagement that’s possibly turning full time. I don’t want to miss out.”

“Fine, I’ll go,” Blaine grumbled. “Just don’t expect me to move until I have to.”

“Never.”