“Wait I need to process this,” Nick announced after Blaine had relayed the events of last night and earlier that afternoon to him and Jeff. They were dining at an upscale Moroccan place, nestled in a partition created by rich fabrics dangling from the ceiling, draped various ways to create a curtain of privacy. The three immortals sat on dark, wood-framed couches cushioned with large, lavish pillows, with a low wide table in the center of their makeshift booth surrounded by candlelight. “So you only fucked one mortal last night…”

“And it was a guy?” Jeff joined in, equally as befuddled.

“No, it was a boy,” Nick corrected him.

“Yes, you deflower this little American boy, and not only that—“

“You didn’t even seduce him! Or, you know what I mean, really seduce him—“

“Stun him with the big brown eyes, if you will,” Jeff offered.

“Oooh, I like that. I was going to say give him the look of lust, but I like yours better,” Nick said.

“So not only do you make sweet, gentle love to this mortal, which we all know is so not your style,” Jeff continued. The pair of demi-gods were on a roll now, they had developed a punchy rhythm of dialogue neither of them would dare to quit. All Blaine could do was wait for it to be over and roll his eyes at various points during their spiel. “You drove him to school today?”

“And,” Nick pressed on. “You stick around, playing teacher to him and his little classmates, telling them all about the City Dionysia—“

“Which never even took place at Epidaurus but whatever, it’s not like you were there or anything,” Jeff muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Details, Jeff,” Nick told his friend. “I’m a little more concerned with how this mortal became his boyfriend by the time they got back to Athens. Didn’t you say his highway head skills were beginner at best?”

“Don’t insult him,” Blaine growled.

“Do you even know how monogamy works?” Jeff asked him.

“This has to be a joke,” Nick declared. “It was very funny, Athena, or Artemis, or what uppity virgin is in there, we get that you think we’re pigs but can you give us Blaine back please? We miss him.”

“You know I could make you two have sex with each other right now, correct?” Blaine threatened the demi-gods. “One look and you’ll be having hot, gay sex in the middle of the restaurant in front of all these mortals.”

“You wouldn’t actually do that,” Nick scoffed confidently. “Even you wouldn’t want to see that…right?”

“But seriously, Blaine,” Jeff interjected, no longer teasing his friend. “The boy’s seventeen.”

“So?” Blaine challenged petulantly.

“Well, unless three thousand is the new twenty, that’s a pretty big age difference,” the blonde said, locking gazes with the god.

“Stop rounding up,” Blaine spat. “I don’t hit three thousand for another couple centuries. And Kurt’s mature beyond his years and—you know what? I don’t need to justify this to you two. I’m trying the relationship thing out, okay? End of story.”

The demi-gods exchanged an uneasy glance with each but didn’t say anything.

“So how were the girls last night?” Blaine asked, desperate to change the subject as he drained the rest of his wine glass.

“Ugh, so good,” Nick replied, easily abandoning his friendly concern for a round of sexual boasting.

“Yeah,” agreed Jeff. “The Latina one…Samantha or something…she was out of this world.”

“And the other dark-haired one? So eager to please…”

“And the blondes weren’t too bad either,” Jeff remarked with a predatory grin. “Which was your favorite, Nick? The pretty one or the bendy one?”

“The bendy one,” Nick answered after a moment of careful consideration. “Pretty faces are a dime a dozen, and not that she wasn’t stunning, but the bendy one just opens up so many more possibilities.”

“Wait, did you two do it together?” Blaine inquired amusedly. “Maybe I don’t need to compel you to have sex with each other after all…”

“Ugh, stop it Blaine, we split them up into pairs and traded after a while,” Nick informed the god defensively. “I finished my experimenting with guys back in antiquity back when everyone was doing it.”

“Whatever you say Nick,” Blaine intoned, making eye contact with the demi-god before speaking again. “But I think Jeff looks particularly handsome tonight, don’t you?”

“Stop it, man!” the brunette shouted as he immediately looked away, blinking and squirming in his seat.

“Chill out, I was kidding,” the god laughed.

“I still can’t believe that’s what it’s always like for you,” Jeff marveled.

“Not anymore,” Blaine dismissed his friend’s comment with a shrug of his shoulders.

Their waitress, a leggy beauty with mocha skin and warm chocolate eyes appeared through the curtains, a professional yet alluring smile playing on her full lips.

“Your bill, gentlemen,” she told them smoothly as she set the small black folder down on the table.

“Hey Blaine,” Nick practically grunted, his eyes trained on the curtain the hostess just disappeared through. “Just because you’re supposedly no longer seducing mortals for your own personal pleasure, that doesn’t mean you can’t compel them for your friends, right?”

The god rolled his eyes and chuckled, sharing a knowing look with Jeff, who had slipped his credit card in the small folder to pay. Blaine considered his options for a moment. He was still kind of pissed at his friends for giving him such a hard time about Kurt, but Blaine hadn’t compelled anyone in almost twenty-four hours and the god could already feel an itch starting to nag at him under his skin, begging him to seduce something. If he was being honest with himself, it was probably the reason he had been so snippy tonight. So the god relented. “Fine.”

So when the waitress reappeared to return Jeff’s credit card and receipt, Blaine was rearing to go.

“Thank you so much, gentlemen.”

She was just about to leave when Blaine got her attention. “Excuse me, miss?”

“Yes?” she turned around to regard Blaine. Their eyes met and exchanged the meaningful gaze necessary for Blaine’s power to overtake her. He watched with satisfaction as the young woman’s pupils dilated, crossing the small area to snuggle up to Blaine in the span of seconds.

“What’s your name?” Blaine asked as she dragged her manicured fingernails up and down the black fabric of the deity’s shirt.

“Veronica,” she purred.

“Well, Veronica,” Blaine began, brushing her dark hair to one shoulder so he could lean in and whisper into her ear “I think you and my friend Nick over there—“ he gestured to the demi-god who was practically bouncing  in his seat with excitement “—would get along really well, don’t you agree?”

“I do,” she gasped.

“Me too. I think you should go home with him tonight and let him do whatever he wants to you. How does that sound, Veronica?”

“Really good,” the entranced woman replied. She turned to look directly at Blaine. “Thank you…thank you so much…I want to thank you…”

Veronica’s hand was now straying southward. And for a second, Blaine almost surrendered. It’d be so easy, she could just get him off really quick so Blaine could make it through the night. Yet, as her hand continued to inch down, the thought of Kurt stopped him. The memories of his angelic face wrought with insecurity, vulnerability, and desperation from earlier that evening were enough for Blaine to snatch Veronica’s hand before it reached below his belt buckle. “Save it for Nick, sweetie.”

“Okay,” she agreed dreamily, crossing the small area to be received by Nick.

“I’ll see you two later,” Nick said as he got up and ushered Veronica out of the booth. “Veronica and I have some ‘getting along’ to do.”

“Now, I suppose you want one too?” Blaine asked Jeff once the other demi-god had left.

“Nah, I’m good,” Jeff shrugged as he and Blaine made their out of the booth.

Blaine’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really?”

“Hey, some of us enjoy the chase,” the demi-god said a little defensively as they exited the restaurant. “But, if you ever have any mortals that you need taken off your hands again, I wouldn’t be a good friend if I didn’t help you out.”

The god laughed at Jeff’s words before climbing into the limo. They lapsed into light conversation for most of the ride, but the closer they got to Blaine’s place, the more restless Jeff became. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t let Blaine’s “relationship” with this mortal go.

“So, about the dating a mortal thing…” Jeff started cautiously.

“I thought we agreed to drop it,” Blaine said uneasily.

“It’s just…do you really want a relationship?” Jeff inquired, making sure to look Blaine straight in the eye when he asked him. “Or is this just going to be like that thing you had with the Irish boy?”

Jeremiah. Instantly, the images of the young man came rushing to the forefront of Blaine’s mind. He hadn’t thought of Jeremiah in ages. Blaine had been visiting the mortal world back in the beginning of eleventh century and the strapping Irish lad had made his stay enjoyable, to say the least. Mortals were just starting to emerge from the insufferable stretch of time known as the Dark Ages and Jeremiah had been the only mortal that had appealed to Blaine in the slightest. It also didn’t hurt that he could suck cock like it was his birthright or something.

“Jeremiah meant nothing to me,” Blaine informed Jeff icily.

The demi-god wasn’t buying it. “You thought about bringing him back to Olympus with you.”

“Yeah, but for sexual purposes only,” he pointed out.

“So this is different?” Jeff inquired, searching Blaine’s eyes for any indication of dishonesty. “It isn’t just about sex, then?”

“Yes,” Blaine replied resolutely. He wasn’t lying. Although Blaine would admit that he had been rather infatuated with Jeremiah, his feelings toward Kurt weren’t the same. He didn’t have any desire to ever compel Kurt, while Blaine used to relish the surge of dominance and power twined with his arousal whenever Blaine stared into Jeremiah’s big blue eyes and gave him a command. Besides, his desire to bring Jeremiah back to Olympus had come from a place of naivety and nerves. The god worried that mortals would never again achieve the sophistication of ancient civilization, and his attachment to the Irishman had come from a place of “just in case”. Before Blaine could supplicate to his parents and ask to bring Jeremiah back to the heavens with him, the mortal was killed during William of Normandy’s invasion of England. He had mourned his tryst’s death, but his sadness over Jeremiah’s passing had ended within the year. Things with Kurt weren’t going be like that, Blaine could tell already. “It doesn’t feel like it did last time.”

“My comment about monogamy earlier wasn’t a joke, Blaine,” Jeff addressed his friend sincerely. “You know you can’t have sex with anyone else if you’re dating this boy.”

“I know that!” the god snapped, glaring at Jeff.

“I’m just saying,” the demi-god held his hands up in surrender. “You almost let that waitress shove her hand down your pants tonight.”

“Almost,” Blaine emphasized. “Thinking of Kurt stopped me. How’s that for monogamous?”

Jeff seemed slightly more satisfied and backed off. “You realize with your sexual appetite and this new arrangement you’re going to have to masturbate like the rest of us now?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Blaine groaned. “It’s just so…juvenile. I haven’t used my own hand since…I can’t even remember…”

“Sometimes you make it really hard to be friends with you,” Jeff accused him good-naturedly.

“Well, perhaps watching me suffer will make you feel better,” Blaine said, “because tonight is going to suck.”

“You want some tips?” the demi-god offered. “Compared to you, I’m like an expert.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” Blaine lied as the limo pulled up to his building.

“Just remember,” Jeff called flippantly as the god exited the car. “The head is the most sensitive part and don’t neglect your—“

Blaine slammed the car door shut.

0-0-0

Blaine had been here before. He was lying spread-eagle on his bed, blindfolded, as six bodies worshipped his own. He could feel a set of teeth nibbling on his right ear while a hand pinched and rubbed his nipple. Then there was a mouth paying attention to his left one, and another hand traced the planes of his abdomen leisurely. Further south he felt two tongues laving at his cock, licking up and down his rock-hard length, taking turns dipping the tip into his slit to lap at the precum. Below, there were two more sets of lips mouthing at his balls, sucking lightly and licking.

“Take off my blindfold,” he ordered no one particular, his voice no more than a low rumble.

“Yes, master,” he heard. The god’s brow creased slightly. That voice wasn’t the one he remembered, it was high and breathy, but the timbre wasn’t quite the same. Everything became clear once the blindfold was removed. Instead of the six women from last time he visited the mortal realm, there were six naked Kurts worshipping his body.  Two Kurts were abusing his nipples in the most delicious way possible, two Kurts were slurping away at his cock, pausing to French kiss each other before returning their attentions back to Blaine’s shaft, two Kurts nestled between his legs, caressing his balls with their mouths.

Blaine groaned at the sight and allowed his head to lull back against the pillows he enjoyed all the Kurts’ ministrations. His eyes rolled back into his head and then—

They’d disappeared. No more tongues, no more hands, no more lips…Blaine sat up swiftly to discover that he was alone, the sun was just beginning to rise, and he was hard, so very, very hard with no one to relieve him. The god grumbled to himself and reached for the small vial on his bedside table. He was reminded of when he had used the glass bottle last, with Kurt, he thought smiling gently. Kurt…

Blaine’s hand flung over to rummage around the surface of the nightstand again and once he had located his phone, he scrolled his through his contacts. Thank Hermes for modern technology. Blaine hadn’t found Kurt’s name, so he searched again, this time more carefully for the name of his lover. Masturbating wouldn’t be as annoying if he could have Kurt with him in some capacity, even if it was just his melodic, Sirenesque voice. After looking through his contacts three more times, the god came to the maddening realization that he didn’t have Kurt’s phone number. He growled in frustration and whipped the sheet back, glaring at his erection. Blaine was going to have to do this completely himself, for the first time in thousands of years. A son of Aphrodite reduced to jerking off? Truly pathetic. He didn’t dare think of what the others on Olympus would think if they caught a glimpse of what he was about to do. Blaine was going to have to come up with some incentive to make sure Kurt spent the nights with him from now on, because there was no way in Archeron Blaine was willing to do this again…

The deity quickly slicked his hand and let it trail down his chest, imagining Kurt’s in its place. Blaine envisioned that his movements would be slower, more hesitant, that he’d take his time to discover what the god liked before he would go all out. He allowed his fingertips to trail up his shaft lightly a few times, pretending they were Kurt’s long, slender ones, before he wrapped a hand around his cock and began to pump. Still immersed in his fantasy, he built a rhythm slowly, playing with different pressures and speeds like an inexperienced teenager like Kurt would. Blaine pictured the mortal straddling his legs, bent over and whispering to the god for reassurance and encouragement. The god would gladly give him all support he needed by moaning and telling Kurt what a sexy little nymph he was. Blaine’s hand was working over his cock at a rapid pace by now, yet for some cruel reason, he couldn’t come. The god groaned in frustration and let his other hand slip lower to his entrance, shoving two fingers inside himself, not hesitating to find prostate and stroke furiously. Blaine was most definitely a top, but his desperation to climax had outweighed keeping to his preferred sexual role.

Oh Blaine, the immortal imagined Kurt keening. I love your cock, Blaine. Fuck me, oh fuck me so hard.

And with an embarrassingly undignified whimper, Blaine was finally able to orgasm, his cum spurting out all over his chest as he stroked himself through it. The Greek padded over to the bathroom to clean himself off. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and frowned at his peaked complexion, the bags under his eyes, and his bloodshot scleras. Even though he had been able to find release, Blaine didn’t really feel satisfied like he usually did when someone else got him off. He grudgingly stepped into the shower and tried to relax under the soothing qualities of the warm water. It had been working too, until an errant thought reminded Blaine of his sexy with shower with Kurt…

NO, NO! The god yelled at himself. He tried to think of the most gruesome things he could conjure up, but no matter how many different images of ghastly war scenes Blaine thought of, his dick still didn’t want to forget the picture of Kurt’s orgasm face. Ugh, here we go again…

0-0-0

“Dude, you look like shit,” Jeff remarked immediately after the elevator doors slid open to Blaine’s apartment.

“Tell me something I don’t already know,” Blaine grumbled, fetching his keys.

“It’s only noon. How many times have you…”

“You don’t want to know,” Blaine told him gruffly as he joined the demi-god in the elevator. “And the worst part is no matter how many times I get myself off, I pop another boner ten minutes later.”

“Who knew being a sex god had its downsides?” Jeff commented playfully. The aggravated glare Blaine shot him told the demi-god that he wasn’t in the mood for repartee. “Blaine, calm down.”

“Are you sure exercising helps?” Blaine asked as the elevator descended to the lower level of his apartment complex that housed the luxury gym.

“Works like a charm,” the demi-god assured him. “The trick is to tire yourself out.”

“Ugh, I feel like a teenager again,” Blaine muttered as the elevator doors slid open and they entered the gym.

“I want to meet this Kurt kid,” Jeff said as they found two empty treadmills next to each other to use. “Anyone who can reduce Blaine, son of Dionysus and Aphrodite, back to his horny adolescent days is one powerful creature.”

0-0-0

“I bet he’s like porn star big.”

“Santana!”  Kurt, Mercedes, and Rachel gasped simultaneously. They were crammed into Kurt’s tiny dorm at G.L.E.E. headquarters as he got ready for his night with Blaine. Initially, Kurt had welcomed their presence because he thought they could give him advice on what to wear, but when the conversation had taken a turn from Alexander McQueen into Kurt’s very nascent sex life with Blaine, he regretted undoing to deadbolt lock altogether.

“How many times do I have to tell you Santana? I don’t kiss and tell,” Kurt informed her as he ironed the lilac dress shirt he was planning on wearing this evening.

“Yeah, but now you owe me,” she countered. “I gave you blowjob tips!”

“What?” Mercedes and Rachel shrieked again, whipping their heads around to regard Kurt, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

“Thanks Santana,” Kurt muttered as his face heated up under his friends’ gaze. “Besides, it’s not like I whipped out a measuring tape when he took off his pants.”

“Come on, you’ve got to have at least a ballpark figure,” the Latina insisted. “The scared little virgins can turn away while you show me.”

Kurt sighed. “If I do, will you all stop asking me intimate questions about Blaine?”

“Tonight,” negotiated Santana. “We’ll stop asking you intimate questions about Blaine tonight.”

“Ugh, fine,” Kurt conceded. “But it’s nothing but fashion advice from here on out.”

“Deal,” Santana agreed and motioned to for Mercedes and Rachel to shield their eyes, although Kurt could totally tell that Rachel was peeking in between her fingers.

 He labored another sigh. “I don’t know, maybe like this big—“ Kurt held his hands up to try and approximate the Blaine’s size. He felt incredibly stupid and pervy doing so, and as soon as Santana got a good look he dropped his hands by his sides right away and resumed his ironing with blush staining his cheeks.

“Knew it,” Santana said with a contented leer.

Kurt merely scowled and moved onto to ironing the pants he had chosen to wear.

“You iron your jeans, Kurt?” Rachel questioned. “Really?”

“What’s wrong with wanting to look well put-together?”

A knock on the door prevented Rachel from answering him.

“Hey gang,” Mr. Schue greeted his students. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, we’re just helping Kurt get ready for his date with Blaine tonight,” Mercedes told him.

“You are?”

“I know you might still be angry about what happened a couple nights ago but I promise Blaine and I will be back by curfew and you have nothing to worry about,” Kurt gushed all in one breath.

Mr. Schue just laughed light-heartedly. “Kurt, chill out! Tell Blaine I say hi and don’t worry about curfew tonight. Or in fact, any night at all when you’re out with Blaine. A courtesy text to me or one of us would be nice though. “

Kurt was absolutely flabbergasted. “Um, okay…I’ll be sure to do that.”

“Great! You two have fun!” Mr. Schuester chirped before becoming momentarily solemn. “And seriously, tell Blaine I say hello.”

“Oh my God,” Santana cackled once the teacher had left. “Schue totally has the hots for your boyfriend!”

“What did Blaine do to him?” Mercedes giggled.

“Honestly, I couldn’t tell you,” Kurt said as he finished pressing his jeans. “One minute Mr. Schue was threatening to send me back to Ohio, then Blaine sent me away so he could talk to him, and the next thing I knew he was…like that.”

“Weird,” said Mercedes.

“But it gets weirder,” Kurt added. “When I tried to ask Blaine about it, he like brushed it off and didn’t want to say anything.”

“Wait, do you think Blaine’s like…” Rachel paused mid-question for dramatic effect “…a vampire?”

“Really, Berry? Just how deluded are you?” Santana quipped.

“I’m just saying that vampires can compel humans to do what they want!”  Rachel shot back in her defense.

“I’m never inviting you over to watch the Vampire Diaries again,” Kurt deadpanned.

0-0-0

“Demetri, is there any way you could go faster?” Blaine pleaded from the backseat.

“I’ll do my best, Mr. Athanasios,” the driver assured him in polite, professional tone.

Blaine slumped back in his seat. Being so close to seeing Kurt had made the god incredibly restless. He was fucking desperate to be reunited with his mortal, especially after what happened that afternoon at the gym…

“I can’t thank you enough for helping me with this, Jeff,” Blaine said, standing over his friend to spot him as the demi-god did bench presses.

“Of course, man,” Jeff replied fondly, although his voice was slightly strained from the exertion of lifting weights. “You know I consider you to be like my brother. I was just thankful you just wanted me to help distract you, honestly when you called I thought you were going to ask me to jack you off or something.”

“You suck,” Blaine laughed.

“You never know with you Blaine,” Jeff chuckled waiting for the god to notice he was done with that set of reps and to take the weight from him. “Blaine…Blaine…BLAINE!”

“Huh? Oh, sorry, I’ll get that—” The god took the weight from Jeff. “—I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you…” Jeff trailed off when he saw what Blaine had been looking at, or rather, who he’d been looking at. A tall, sandy blonde, chiseled man had just entered the gym, and although nowadays Jeff was straight as an arrow, even the demi-god could admit that the guy was extremely attractive from an objective standpoint. He scrambled to get up and put himself between Blaine, who seemed to be in a trance-like lust-induced state. “Blaine, no.”

“Why not?”

 “Because of Kurt, you know, your boyfriend? He’d be really hurt if you had sex with that guy.”

“But I’m not going to have sex with him. He’s just going to give me a quick blowjob and I’m not even going to do anything to him. It’s not cheating if you don’t reciprocate.”

“Um, I’m pretty sure that still counts,” he told him. Jeff braced his hands on Blaine’s shoulders to stop him.

“Are you getting in my way, half-blood?” Blaine demanded in a threatening tone. Under other circumstances, Jeff would have been offended by his friend’s use of such a derogatory term, but the demi-god knew Blaine wasn’t currently feeling like himself at the moment.

Jeff knew he had to think quick. “Dude, I’m really sorry about this,” Jeff said before he swiftly kneed Blaine in the groin.

Blaine doubled over and howled in pain, followed by him hissing a string of particularly colorful expletives.

“I’m sorry Blaine,” Jeff apologized again.

“No, it’s okay…” Blaine’s voice was tight and higher than normal. “I mean it’s not okay but I get it…thanks.”

Blaine shuddered at the memory of how he needed to be nailed in the nuts to keep him from seducing another guy like he was a drug addict in withdrawal. Thankfully, he felt the limo ease to a stop and clambered out of the car before the driver could get to the door.

0-0-0

“He’s here!” Rachel squealed from her perch at the window when she saw the sleek black limo pull up.

“Okay!” Kurt called back, grabbing his can of hairspray for one last quick touch-up before scurrying out, his friends calling good-byes and various inappropriate comments in his wake. Kurt could feel his heartbeat quicken exponentially in anticipation as he descended the multiple flights of stairs to reach the street. Dressed a crisp white dress shirt and well-tailored navy dress slacks, Blaine looked positively ravenous when Kurt sashayed out the doors of the G.L.E.E headquarters over to where the god was leaning against the limo.

“Hey, Bl—Oh!”

The Greek had decided to skip the salutations and go straight to the eating Kurt’s face part of the greeting.  Before the mortal could register what was going on, Blaine’s tongue was down his throat, his hands were stuffed into his back pockets clutching his ass, and Blaine’s erection was pressing into his lower abdomen.

“You look delicious,” Blaine murmured once they had broken their liplock and began to press quick kisses into his jaw. “I missed you so much, baby.”

“It’s only been a day,” huffed the mortal, trying to pump some oxygen back into his lungs after that epic kiss hello.

“Too long,” Blaine growled. “You’re staying with me tonight, right? Or do I have to talk to Will?”

“I’m good. He says hi, by the way,” Kurt told him. He tilted his head back to allow the immortal better access to his neck, but saw his friends crowded around the window, and he was pretty sure Puck was holding a Flip cam. “Blaine, can we um, not do this in the middle of the sidewalk?”

“Mmmhmmm,” the god hummed and tugged the American in the limo with him, not wasting a second in pulling the adolescent onto his lap and rocking his arousal into him.

Their lips found each other’s moments later and Kurt could feel Blaine’s fingertips beginning to inch under the waistline of his pants. But before any real skin-on-skin contact could be made however, the god flung the mortal off him with a frustrated exclamation of “FUCK!”

“Wha-what’s wrong?” Kurt spluttered as he tried to comprehend what had happened in the last seven minutes or so. “Did I do something wrong?” 

Blaine immediately softened and captured Kurt’s lips in a decidedly sweeter kiss. “Baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me. I want to do this properly, and isn’t it bad form to have sex on the first date? Especially before I even buy you dinner?”

Kurt couldn’t help but laugh at Blaine’s concern. “You really are new at this, aren’t you?”

Blaine grinned at him sheepishly. “Yeah…sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s actually kind of comforting to know I’m not the only one who has no idea what I’m doing here,” Kurt confessed. “You know how you said you’d teach me about sex?”

Blaine’s eyes darkened and his voice lowered. “Yes?”

After Kurt had repressed the shudder that the god’s reaction had caused, the mortal continued, “Maybe I can teach you about romance.”

“I’d love that,” Blaine replied, kissing Kurt gently again.

When they pulled away, Kurt noticed that Blaine was still very aroused. “Can I take care of that for you?”

In the name of all things Zeus, YES! “Only if you want to.”

“Oh, I want to,” Kurt assured him in a seductive tone, scooting closer to Blaine’s side, nuzzling his neck, and pressing his hand into the bulge in Blaine’s slacks.

“Maybe I don’t have to teach you as much about sex as I thought,” Blaine whimpered.

“Maybe you’re just a good teacher,” the mortal quipped.

“Unnngh, Kurt,” Blaine moaned as he continued to rub him through his pants. “Need you.”

Kurt slithered off the seat and onto the floor of the limo, smiling up at the deity mischievously. The god couldn’t contain a moan at the sight of innocent little Kurt hovering over his crotch, eager to suck him off. He let out another cry once Kurt had freed him from his pants. After the gym incident, Blaine had refused to touch himself until he saw Kurt, so he’d literally been hard for hours, therefore, any stimulation felt nothing short of heavenly. Unlike yesterday, Kurt skipped the little teasing licks, and went straight to swallowing as much of Blaine’s cock as he could fit in his mouth. The god, overwhelmed by the sensation, thrust up into the mortal’s mouth instinctively, choking the teen in the process.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, Kurt, I’m so sorry,” Blaine leaned over to tend to Kurt, whose eyes were watering a little and was coughing lightly, but otherwise okay. “It’s just it’s been all day and…we can wait to do this after dinner.”

“No,” Kurt protested, pushing Blaine’s torso back into the seat. “I’m not made of glass, Blaine. And this might make me kind of a slut, but I want to do this.”

Blaine’s grabbed Kurt’s chin and angled his head up so they were looking at each other. “Never speak like that again, okay? This doesn’t make you a slut, it makes you a very caring and attentive boyfriend. I’m serious, Kurt.”

“Oh-okay,” he answered, his eyes downcast. He couldn’t figure out why, but the way Blaine had spoken to him made him feel like a reprimanded child.

“You know what, we should wait until after dinner. I need to get some alcohol in me and then—FUCK, KURT!”

Without warning, Kurt had sunk his mouth back down on Blaine’s member and began sucking vigorously.

“Oh Kurt, that’s so good,” Blaine keened. “You’re such a good boy, taking me in your mouth like that.”

Kurt moaned around his boyfriend’s cock, and it wasn’t long before Blaine yelled out in ecstasy as he came down his mortal’s throat.

“You,” the god began as he hoisted Kurt back into his lap once his orgasm had subsided. “Are the best,” he kissed him, “boyfriend” he kissed him again, “ever.”

0-0-0

“Why were your friends staring at me tonight?” Kurt asked Blaine, his head resting on Blaine’s shoulder as they rode back to the god’s penthouse to end the night. After dinner, (with a little limo head from Blaine in between) the couple had met up with Nick and Jeff at a bar to get drinks. Both men were very attractive, though they didn’t come anywhere close to Blaine, and not to Kurt’s surprise at all, had Victoria’s Secret models on their arms. The only thing that had confused Kurt was how they regarded him. Of course they were kind and polite, but they kept staring at him like he was some sort of rare bird.

Blaine chuckled and kissed Kurt’s forehead. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice. They were just marveling at the man who was able to rope a deviant like myself into a relationship.”

“It’s really that big of a deal?” Kurt inquired.

“Much to my chagrin, yes,” the god admitted. “I told you you were special, babe.”

Kurt smiled and allowed Blaine to escort him out of the limo.

“Now you,” Blaine growled once they were in the privacy of the elevator, “have been wearing these naughty little skinny jeans the entire night,” he squeezed Kurt’s ass and the mortal yelped in return. “They’ve been very inconvenient to me, distracting me from my meal and my friends and whatnot, and I think it’s high time I’ve done something about it.” Kurt giggled as Blaine chased him to the bed for another night of steamy lovemaking.