“Blaine?” Kurt asked, breaking the companionable silence in his bedroom, where the two boys were lying on the bed doing homework.

Blaine continued scribbling notes without even looking up. “Hm?”

Kurt set his pen down and glanced over at his friend, biting his lip and feeling more than a little nervous about the topic he was about to bring up. This particular one, he didn’t have a word for; he didn’t even know if there was a word for what he wanted to talk about. It wasn’t something anyone ever spoke of, at least not that Kurt was aware; all he knew was that he was experiencing funny… feelings, and his body would do something that sort of freaked him out. It had been going on since he was about twelve or thirteen, and now that he was seventeen, he thought it was about time he asked someone about it.

Namely, his best friend. He knew for a fact he would never be able to ask his dad about something like this; the thought alone mortified him. He already felt ashamed enough as it was and really did not need to add the humiliation of talking to his father on top of it.

When a few seconds passed and Kurt still hadn’t said anything, Blaine finally looked over at him curiously. “Kurt, what is it?”

Opening his mouth, as if to finally speak, only to exhale loudly, Kurt finally managed to spit out what he wanted to say.

“I need to ask you something kind of personal, and sort of... private.”

“What’s on your mind?” Blaine asked, sitting up in a cross-legged position and giving Kurt his full attention.

Worrying his bottom lip some more, Kurt pushed himself up so that he was facing his friend, though he stared at his hands in his lap.

Blaine placed a comforting hand on Kurt’s. “You know I’ll listen to anything you have to say. I won’t judge you.”

“I know,” Kurt mumbled, smiling a little at how easy it was for Blaine to calm him down when he needed it. Then, with an exasperated sigh at himself, he steeled his spine and looked Blaine in the eye. “I guess the only way to do this is to just say it and get it over with, right? Treat it like a Band-Aid.”

Blaine just smiled encouragingly and gave Kurt’s hand a squeeze.

“Okay, here goes nothing.” Kurt took a deep breath and continued, “Ever since I was twelve, at least, I’ve been experiencing, um – odd occurrences, I guess you could say.” He nodded toward his lap. “Um, down there – and I was wondering if, uh… if it ever happened to you?”

His face was flushing violently by the time he’d finished speaking and when he managed to look his friend in the eye, Blaine appeared to be confused.

“When you say ‘odd occurrences,’ what exactly do you mean?”

Kurt exhaled again, now wishing he hadn’t brought this up, but he couldn’t just change the subject – not when he could possibly get some kind of answer as to whether or not he was some kind of freak, or if maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t alone in this.

“Just that sometimes – well, most of the time – when I wake up...It’s hard,” he managed with a significant eyebrow arch, “and sensitive... and sometimes it doesn’t even have to be morning and I’ll be in class or wherever, and it happens again. I mean, usually I just ignore it, but... I just need to know if there’s something abnormally wrong with me, because it’s been happening a lot more often lately and I don’t know what to do to make it stop!”

It was all out on the table now. Kurt’s face felt like it was on fire and he was breathing faster, and all Blaine could do was watch while Kurt looked away in shame.

“Kurt,” Blaine pleaded, pulling his friend’s hands down, “don’t hide from me, please.” He held on to them, not letting go, no matter how much Kurt tried to tug them away. “Have you tried asking Burt about any of this?”

Kurt snorted half-heartedly. “And say what, Blaine? ‘Hi, Dad. So for the longest time I’ve been waking up and my private part is hard as a rock; what should I do about it? Oh, and I’m making chicken cordon bleu for dinner.’ I don’t think so.” He rolled his eyes. “Besides, I’m sure he would’ve told me about this when he sat me down all those years ago and we had that awkward conversation about what to expect when I became a teenager. I just don’t think this is some normal thing. If it is, then why doesn’t anyone talk about it?” Clearly agitated, Kurt shifted in his spot, pulling his hands from Blaine’s grip and picked at the loose fibers in his bedspread.

Blaine sighed. It was only right to give Kurt the answer to his admittedly vague question at the start of their conversation. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Kurt, I promise. And if this means you’re abnormal” – he took a deep breath – “then I guess I am, because it happens to me, too.”

“…Really?”

The open hope in Kurt’s gaze caused Blaine to blush, and he nodded once in confirmation. “Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? We tell each other everything.”

“Because...” Blaine’s shoulder fluttered in the barest hint of a shrug. “It was like you said – no one ever talks about things like this, and I didn’t know if it was just me or not."

The corner of Kurt’s mouth twitched up in a half-smile and he huffed the tiniest impression of a laugh. “Well, I guess now we know we’re not alone. We can be weirdos together.”

Blaine chuckled in reply, his gaze flitting between his lap and his friend.

“Blaine?” Kurt asked, much like before.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something else?”

“Of course.”

“…How do you stop it?”

There was so much expectation in Kurt’s eyes that it made Blaine’s face fall when he knew he’d have to tell Kurt the ‘bad’ news. “Um, well… you can’t, really,” he said, scratching at his temple and barely making eye contact. “At least, not permanently. Not that I’ve figured out, anyway.”

Kurt’s disappointment was clear and he mouthed an ‘oh’ as he picked at his comforter again. He’d really thought, or at least hoped, that maybe Blaine would know of some way to stop it. Which was ridiculous, he supposed, because if there was a way to make it stop completely... But Blaine had said he couldn’t—

Wait.

His head came up sharply and he narrowed his eyes at his friend. “You said not permanently. Does that mean there’s some sort of temporary solution?”

Blaine shifted uncomfortably on the bed. “Um… sort of? I mean, like I said, it doesn’t make it go away for good, but I do have a way to relieve the, uh, tension, I guess. Until the next time it happens.” Blaine’s cheeks darkened, but he wasn’t ashamed to admit to anything – it just wasn’t something he usually let anyone know about. He’d found out not long after his first experience with that that taking himself in hand and stroking until he felt release was really the best way to get rid of it. Other methods like thinking of something unpleasant did the job, too, but the former, in his opinion, was more fun and felt amazing.

In fact, maybe he should teach Kurt how to do it, too – then maybe he wouldn’t feel so bad when it happened.

The stray thought made Blaine perk up, and he moved to sit on his knees. “Kurt, I need to ask you something.”

“O-kay...” Kurt replied slowly, not quite trusting the sudden eagerness in his friend.

Blaine leaned forward, putting his hands on his knees and looked at Kurt intently. “Kurt, when it happens to you – when you get hard – do you ever touch it?”

Kurt’s back went straight and his eyes widened in shock. “What? No, of course not! Why would I touch it? That doesn’t make any sense. Why are you asking me that?”

“Because that’s what I do to stop it from being hard.”

“…I don’t understand.”

“I mean that when it gets hard, I touch it until I don’t need to anymore and then it goes back to normal.” He tilted his head in thought. “Well, I guess ‘stroke’ would be a better word.”

“You stroke it?” Kurt’s eyebrows furrow in utter disbelief. “Like it’s a pet?”

That made Blaine laugh, and he shook his head. “No, I just—” He exhaled heavily. “I’d have to show you. It’d be easier than explaining it.”

Kurt eyed Blaine suspiciously. “Show me, how?”

“Well, um… I would do what I do to myself, to you.”

Kurt’s eyes, if it was possible, widened even further. “Wait; you want to do that to me? Why can’t you just show me how you do it, you know, on yourself?” He gestured at his friend, beginning to feel his nerves picking back up.

“Because, dummy, I wouldn’t be teaching you anything if I just do it to myself,” Blaine answered patiently. “Now, you’ll want to lay back against the pillows; it’s much more comfortable when you’re lying down.”

Blaine started pushing Kurt gently toward the pillows at the head of the bed, but stopped when Kurt wouldn’t budge. “Wait, Blaine – are you sure this is going to work? I mean, it’s not even hard right now, so I don’t really see how you can show me anything.”

Blaine shrugged. “I’ve found that it doesn’t always need to be hard, at first.”

“You mean you do this on purpose sometimes? Why would you do that?”

“Because it feels good.” He shrugged as Kurt just gave him a skeptical look. Blaine sighed. “Kurt, do you trust me?”

“More than anything,” Kurt said without hesitation.

“Then trust me with this. I promise, it will help you.”

Kurt took a moment to consider his options. He could comply with Blaine’s request and let Blaine show him how to take care of his morning – and sometimes other odd hours of the day – situation, or he could continue on the way he had been – completely uncomfortable with himself and feeling utterly ashamed of what his stupid body seemed to want to do. And after the last few years of proceeding with the latter, it was easy to figure out what his choice would be.

“So, I just lay back against the pillows?” he asked, eyes flickering between Blaine and the pillows timidly.

“Yeah; just make sure you’re comfortable.”

He stayed sitting by Kurt’s side as Kurt reclined. Blaine rubbed his forearm to soothe him, though he could tell it wasn’t doing much good. Kurt lay there, tense and unsure, doing his best not to fidget, which resulted in him keeping his arms rigidly folded across his stomach.

“Relax, Kurt,” Blaine chuckled, placing a hand on his chest, his thumb caressing the fabric of Kurt’s shirt.

Letting out a breath he hadn’t noticed he’d been holding, Kurt forced his muscles to loosen as he settled a little easier into the mattress and pillows. “Okay, so… what do we do?”

“Well…” Blaine shifted, settling down a little more comfortably beside his friend. “First, you should take off your shirt.”

Kurt bit his bottom lip, uneasy. “Is that really necessary?” He’d never been naked around anyone except his father, and that hadn’t happened since he was a child and still needed help dressing himself. It just wasn’t something people did – everyone he knew made sure they were properly clothed at all times, and only spouses saw each other unclothed. That was how the world worked.

“Kurt, just trust me on this, please. It’s not necessary to be completely naked, but it helps, it really does.”

Kurt huffed out a breath and rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he muttered, then sat back up to unbutton his shirt and lay it carefully on the other side of the bed. Then he turned his attention back to his friend, who was watching without so much as a smidgen of embarrassment. “Undershirt on or off?”

“Are you asking me what I think, or what I would do?” He didn’t want to tell Kurt what to do. It didn’t seem like something he should do; Kurt should decide for himself.

Kurt shrugged a shoulder. “Are you usually completely shirtless when you, um, do this?” He felt so inarticulate. It would be so much easier to talk about if he knew the right words to use, but there just weren’t any in his vocabulary.

“Yeah, I am. Most of the time.”

“…Okay. Just promise not to laugh or anything.”

Blaine shook his head emphatically. “I would never, Kurt.”

And with that, Kurt removed the last article of clothing covering his upper body, shielding himself as best he could with his crossed arms, then leaned back against the pillows once more.

Blaine’s focus never left Kurt the entire time he undressed, taking in his smooth, bare skin and his surprisingly toned chest and stomach. As Kurt settled, Blaine’s brows drew together in confusion while his stomach felt like it was dancing a polka. He’d had this feeling before around other boys at school, but never with Kurt, and the suddenness of it startled him a little. “Huh.”

Quick to assume the worst, Kurt snatched up the discarded shirt and promptly covered himself. “I shouldn’t have taken this off. We’re not supposed to be naked around anyone.”

Blaine hurried to assuage his friend’s discomfort as Kurt clammed up. “No, no! Kurt, you don’t have to cover up. Please, it’s not– I didn’t mean– it wasn’t you, not really, and... God, I’m not making any sense, am I?”

“Not really.”

Sighing, Blaine shifted and took a moment to get his thoughts in order before speaking again. “What I was trying to say, obviously very badly, was that you don’t have to cover yourself up. I’ve never seen you without your shirt on and it was just different. Not bad different,” he added, before Kurt could interject, “just new, and not something I’m used to.” He made himself stop talking then and waited, wide-eyed and hopeful, for Kurt to say something.

Kurt considered Blaine’s words. He knew he could trust Blaine, like he knew the sky was blue, but he just had a bad habit of jumping to conclusions – expecting everyone to think awful things about him. And being so naked and out of his usual comfort zone, let alone the comfort zones society had ingrained in him, Kurt couldn’t help reacting the way he had. But now, he felt silly. Of course Blaine would react that way – if their roles were reversed, Kurt was sure he’d probably do the same thing.

So he nodded, accepting what Blaine said, and smiled back when Blaine broke into a grin.

“May I take this now?” Blaine asked, gesturing to the shirt, which Kurt handed over with pinked cheeks. This time, he didn’t cross his arms over himself and watched as Blaine folded the shirt neatly and carefully set it aside. When Blaine finished, he waited for confirmation that it was okay to continue. “Ready?”

Kurt nodded his consent, but when Blaine reached for the waistband of Kurt’s jeans, Kurt had to stop him. “Wait.”

Blaine stopped immediately, his eyebrows furrowed a question, but he wouldn’t go ahead until Kurt was absolutely ready. “Could you, um... get undressed with me? I’d feel better if it wasn't just me. You know?”

Blaine was surprised he hadn’t thought of that himself. He should have realized Kurt would feel more exposed when he was the only one half-naked. “Uh, yeah.” He blinked and shook his head slightly, as if to clear it, “Yes, of course. I can do that.”

It took him all of two seconds to get his polo shirt off, and then his jeans, too, thinking ahead for good measure.

“Thank you,” Kurt said, quietly; taking in the sight of him. His heart pounded faster and he swore it was audible in the short distance between them, but Blaine gave no hint that he even noticed. Nor did he seem all that bothered by the fact that he was now more naked than Kurt. It was something Kurt envied in his friend and hoped maybe one day to achieve, himself.

“Well,” he started, taking a moment to clear his throat and try his best to focus on the task at hand, “I guess we should get started, before Dad and Carole get home from work.”

Blaine nodded; he definitely didn’t want either of Kurt’s parents to walk in on them. He reached out to unbutton Kurt’s jeans and Kurt’s breath hitched with barely-contained anticipation. It was enough to stay Blaine’s hands and to gain a quick questioning glance. “You sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, his hands hovering over the tight denim.

“I’m fine.” Kurt half-smiled reassuringly. “I want to know what to do.”

That was all the confirmation Blaine needed to twist the metal button from its loop before giving Kurt a fleeting look, seeking any hint of hesitation on his part. But Kurt wasn’t watching him – he had his eyes closed and was lightly tracing the bare skin where his hands lay prone on his stomach, an unconscious gesture while he waited for his friend to carry on.

Seeing that he would get no further objections, Blaine pulled the zipper down, revealing the navy blue briefs underneath. He touched the dark cotton lightly, trailing his finger up to the elastic waistband. It was a curious thing, touching another person like this; especially someone as close to him as Kurt. He let the tip of his finger drift over the edge and onto the pale skin next to it. The contrast between light and dark was significant and made Blaine want to touch even more. He let his finger glide along the line just above the fabric.

Kurt’s breath caught in his throat when he felt Blaine touch him, but he kept his eyes shut. He never would have guessed that his skin would be so sensitive there and the feeling made butterflies dance in his stomach.

Then Blaine did something that made his fingers curl in on themselves and his toes tingle. He dipped his finger under the elastic, his blunt fingernail barely scratching the skin there. It was enough to make Kurt’s heart beat faster and his cock stir, aching to get hard.

Blaine watched his friend’s reaction, noting his parted lips and the way his eyebrows drifted upward while Blaine explored the exposed triangle between Kurt’s opened jeans. He moved his fingers up and away from Kurt’s clothes, caressing his abdomen lightly. It was something Blaine had secretly fantasized when he was by himself at night and needed release – someone touching him the way he was touching Kurt. He hoped he was doing it well.

When he grazed over a spot on Kurt’s side, Kurt gasped and flinched a little, giggling briefly as his eyes opened and focused on him. “That tickles.”

“Sorry.” Blaine laughed in return and moved his hand away to a safer location, but he didn’t continue exploring right away. Instead, he took the time to look, to really look at Kurt and his half-naked body, and just take in and appreciate how lovely he was. It was almost a crime that society deemed the human form inappropriate to look at like this, and that Blaine never knew Kurt was this physically beautiful.

He slid his hand up Kurt’s torso to rest in the middle of his chest, not quite understanding this sudden attraction he was feeling. Yes, he’d been attracted to other boys, but this was Kurt, someone he hadn’t considered in that way before. It confused him.

“Blaine, is something wrong?” Kurt asked curiously. He was giving Blaine the wariest of expressions, as if Blaine’s pause was reason enough to put him on edge again.

“Huh?” Brought out of his thoughts, Blaine was quick to add, “No, not at all. Sorry, I was just...” He tried to think of some explanation, but came up with nothing. “You know what, it doesn’t matter. I’ll just take your pants off now, if that’s okay?”

Kurt gave him a patient eyebrow raise. “That was the whole point of this, right?”

“Right.” The corner of his mouth quirked up and he huffed a small chuckle. Now he was the bashful one.

Without further ado, he knelt between Kurt’s legs and pulled the tight jeans down, then off completely. Again, he took the time to fold them and place them off to the side. Back in position, he ran his hands slowly up Kurt’s thighs, against the grain of the soft hair ,and massaged a little as he went until he reached the dip between thigh and pelvis. The briefs still blocked him from his destination, but that didn’t stop him from sliding his fingers under the thin cotton and rubbing his thumbs in that narrow valley. He was so close to where he needed to be, yet so far away, and it looked as though Kurt was responding well to his ministrations, if the pulsing bulge of his cock tenting the cloth was anything to go by. Blaine had to rearrange himself in his own underwear.

Peeking tentatively up at Kurt, he saw the boy’s eyes were shut once more, much to Blaine’s relief. He felt more confident in what he was about to ask when he wasn’t being watched. “Kurt?” All he got was an inquisitive “Mhm?” from him. “Can I try something?”

Kurt studied him, wondering what exactly he wanted to try. He trusted Blaine implicitly and knew the boy had more experience with this, but his instinct to be cautious persisted. “What do you want to try?”

Blaine shrugged. “I thought I would try kissing you.” He placed a hand on Kurt’s lower abdomen. “Here. It’s something I’ve thought about doing to someone before. You don’t have to say yes, if you don’t want to.”

Kurt thought about Blaine’s proposal. “Will it help?” he asked, after a moment.

“It might. Thinking about it always helps me, but, you know, I’ve never actually done it.”

Kurt’s heart raced and his cock gave a noticeable twitch, though, thankfully, Blaine wasn’t looking there. He’d never imagined anyone would ever kiss him, and certainly not in such an intimate area. But, in for a penny, in for a pound, and Kurt figured if it would help his near-daily problem, he’d let Blaine do anything he wanted. And Blaine wanted to, and, to Kurt, that was something special. How could he refuse?

However, Kurt’s silence seemed to have made Blaine lose that ounce of confidence he’d dredged up prior to his request and he stammered on, “Is that too weird? I know we’re just friends and only people in committed relationships are supposed to kiss in any way, really, but I just thought that if—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence before Kurt cut in. “Blaine, it’s fine. I don’t think it’s weird.”

“Oh. Um, okay. Great. That’s good; that’s really good.” He shot Kurt a relieved smile, glad he didn’t freak him out over this.

With one last fleeting look, he positioned himself flat on the bed, resting all of his weight on his elbows on the outside of Kurt’s hips. His chest was hovering an inch or two above Kurt’s crotch, and Blaine tried his best to keep it that way, though gravity made it difficult.

Kurt, on the other hand, took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. He did his best to not think about just how close Blaine was to being fully on top of him and how his lips would soon be touching his skin. However, the moment they pressed against the flat space just below his belly button, Kurt gasped and his hips shot up involuntarily, seeking to close the distance between them both.

Blaine paused when he felt Kurt’s hardness buck up against his chest. It surprised him, honestly, and he could see by the look on his friend’s face that Kurt hadn’t expected to do that, either.

“Sorry,” Kurt mumbled. “I’ll be still.”

He wanted to tell Kurt he didn’t have to, but he didn’t know how to say it without it seeming awkward, so he bent his head back down and continued exploring the toned plane of Kurt’s stomach. He skimmed his lips lightly across peach-soft skin, pausing long enough to plant a kiss here and there, all the while heading further south until he reached the border of blue. Kurt breathed in and out evenly, purposely trying to keep himself from getting too excited, but Blaine could tell by the pulsing beneath him that his efforts were futile. Kurt’s body knew what it wanted, even if the boy who owned it didn’t.

Blaine shifted his body weight to one arm, allowing for a higher vantage point to stare down at Kurt. Everything in him was telling him to press his lips along the hard ridge of Kurt’s penis through the briefs, but personal restraint and respect for his friend’s boundaries held him back. It was one thing to kiss his stomach with permission, but quite another to do the same in such a private area; he doubted Kurt would allow it. But touching was permitted. It was the entire purpose for this whole exercise, after all.

Blaine looked up at Kurt, whose intentionally calm breathing had eased into something more natural, and tentatively cupped him with his free hand, feeling the weight of his balls through the thin barrier. Kurt didn’t react beyond a quick, shuddering intake of air, so Blaine dared to go further and rubbed his palm against Kurt’s cock. It twitched under Blaine’s hand, and a whimpering moan came from his friend’s mouth. Blaine licked his lips and rubbed some more, switching his attention between what his hand was doing and watching Kurt’s reaction to it. It was heady, seeing his friend feel pleasure like this for the first time, and he desperately wanted to rut against the bed to relieve some of his own tension that had built up.

Blaine bent his head back down and kissed the line of skin right above the waistband of Kurt’s briefs, still palming him. Kurt bucked up against his hand, shuddering at the friction. It was all too much and not enough, and not a feeling he was used to. He wished Blaine would do more, and that gave him a tornado of butterflies that fluttered all over his body, from the tips of his ears to the ends of his toes.

“Blaine?” Kurt’s gaze settled on him, pupils completely blown and cheeks flushed. “Do you t-touch yourself like this?”

Blaine paused and looked at him. “Yeah. I mean, sometimes I start this way. Not all the time, though. Why, is– are– do you want me to stop?” He hoped this wasn’t getting to be too much for Kurt. His friend could handle a lot, he knew, but he didn’t want to overwhelm him. Blaine knew how intense this could be.

Kurt’s response was immediate. “No! No, don’t stop. Please.” His hips moved up against Blaine’s palm and he clutched at the bed-covers. He bit his bottom lip, attempting to calm himself – it all just felt so good; better than he expected. No wonder Blaine said he liked doing this to himself; Kurt couldn’t fault him for it one bit.

He focused on Blaine again, feeling hot and overall flushed. “Will you show me what to do next?”

Blaine nodded and sat back on his knees. He wiped his hands down the tops of his thighs, rubbing away any sign of nervousness and took a deep breath before letting in out in one blow. This was it – the point of no return. They had already broken society’s unwritten rules by going this far, but as soon as he removed Kurt’s underwear, neither of them would ever be the same.

He reached for the waistband without a second thought and spoke as he began to turn it down. “I’m going to take these off now, okay?”

Kurt didn’t reply, though Blaine didn’t really expect an answer. Kurt wanted him to keep going, and that was good enough for them both.

Blaine scooted back as he pulled the briefs down Kurt’s legs and off, not taking as much care with it as he did Kurt’s jeans and shirt, and tossed it aside. Kurt’s erection lay full and at attention against his stomach, and Blaine’s face heated up to see it. He had nothing to compare it to beside his own and no notion of what an “ideal” penis should look like, but to him, Kurt’s was...

Well, Blaine didn’t really know how to describe it. Kurt’s cock was rosy and slender, and he was surprised to note that it appeared to be about the same length as his own. A small bead of clear liquid gathered at the darker tip, and Blaine swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, wetting it. That feeling of wondering what it would be like to taste came over him again – it was a strong urge, and he had no idea where it came from or what he should do about it.

Maybe someday he would be able to act on and explore that feeling, but for now, it would have to wait. He tamped down the feeling and focused on what he would do next.

He debated briefly whether he should return to his spot between Kurt’s legs or lay beside him, but quickly made up his mind that lying beside him might be the more practical option – he could see what he was doing and be close to Kurt at the same time. He didn’t want Kurt to feel isolated while he helped him through this experience.

He was ready to follow through when he realized he had nothing to smooth the glide of skin on skin. Not a total dilemma, but it could be rough and chafe a little without something to slicken it, as Blaine knew from personal experience. Most of the time he used some sort of body lotion on himself, which would surely be good for Kurt as well. All he had to do was find where Kurt kept his.

Leaving the cushy bed, he closed the short distance to Kurt’s vanity and stopped, eyes skimming over the contents neatly arranged on top. There were face lotions, toners, and cotton balls; scented hand creams and even foot creams, but he didn’t see a basic body lotion. Kurt had to have some somewhere. With all the times Kurt has mentioned his rigorous moisturizing routine, it didn’t make sense that he would be without such a necessary ingredient.

Scratching the back of his head, he felt a bit silly for taking so long to find a single item, but he didn’t want to just rummage through Kurt’s things. With a quick glance over his shoulder at Kurt – who was propped up on his elbows and watching him curiously, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion – Blaine explained, “I was hoping you would have body lotion.”

“I ran out the other day,” Kurt replied softly, and Blaine deflated a little at that. He didn’t know what to do now. What would he use inste–

“There’s a new bottle in the grocery bag in my closet. I haven’t taken the time to put it with the rest yet.”

Blaine made quick work of finding the lotion and he was pleased to see it had a pump nozzle. That would make things easier for them, definitely.

Back on the bed, he sidled up close, aligning himself to Kurt’s side, and rested his upper half on his arm. He and Kurt were both at eye level, Kurt looking at him with such conviction in his eyes. Blaine felt his heart swell. No one had ever trusted him this much, and he felt even more like he was being given something special.

Without another word, Blaine pumped a generous amount of lotion onto his hand and reached down, taking hold of Kurt’s erection. Kurt gasped at the contact and closed his eyes, letting himself fall flat onto the mattress. Blaine watched his face for any sign of discomfort as he slicked Kurt up and began to stroke, slowly but firmly; making sure to use a little more pressure on the way up to the head, since he knew how good it felt.

Kurt’s mouth parted and his eyebrows scrunched together as he breathed a little harder. Blaine continued his ministrations, his own heart pounding in time with Kurt’s. He paused a moment to squirt on more lotion and moved his hand faster when he took hold of Kurt again. He added a little twist to the movement, which made Kurt cry out and buck into his grip

After that, Kurt seemed to lose himself. His hips moved with every shift of Blaine’s hand, and Blaine kept at it, twisting his hand on the upstroke until they were both panting and Blaine couldn’t help pressing his own clothed erection against Kurt’s hip in an unconscious effort to find his own release. Then, all too soon, Kurt’s muscles tensed and his back arched as a broken moan of pleasure issued from his mouth and he came in white streaks across his stomach and chest.

Blaine slowed down his strokes as Kurt rode out his orgasm, and let go of him when Kurt opened his eyes dazedly, catching his breath. Kurt looked blissfully relaxed, and his lips turned up in a smile when he focused his attention on Blaine.

“Wow.”

“Yeah?” Blaine half-smiled back, feeling a plethora of emotions, not least of which the need to know that Kurt enjoyed what Blaine had done. Judging by Kurt’s sated grin, he had.

“Yeah.” Kurt’s eyelids drooped lazily, his flushed cheeks still burning brightly in his post-orgasm haze. “Thank you,” he said, more than grateful for this new experience – one he knew he would be exploring more of from now on. The thought gave him butterflies and made his softening cock give a half-hearted twitch as it sank back to its softened state. He lifted his head and looked down at himself, taking in the streams of come drying on his skin and on Blaine’s hand. “We should clean up.”

Blaine nodded in agreement and rolled away from Kurt toward the edge of the bed, but Kurt stopped him with a hand on his arm. He looked over at his friend, clearly confused, but Kurt was pointedly fixated on the tenting bulge of Blaine’s underwear.

“You’re hard,” Kurt stated, needlessly pointing out the obvious. He thought he had felt it when Blaine had pushed against him, but he was so caught up in his own sensations that it hadn’t registered until now.

Blaine had half a mind to cover himself up, but refrained. He wouldn’t hide from Kurt. “Yeah,” was all he said.

“Because of me?” Kurt’s clear blue eyes were in wonder as they met Blaine’s. It had never occurred to him that their activity would affect Blaine, too.

Kurt’s question earned him a small smile, and Blaine nodded. He wanted to say something like “it happens” and shrug it off, but another “yeah” was what came out instead. He couldn’t help his body’s reaction anymore than Kurt could, and he wouldn’t apologize for it, no matter what the rest of the world said about this kind of thing.

Kurt glanced back down at Blaine’s underwear, then quickly back up again, worrying his lip with his teeth. “Do you want me to– I mean, I don’t really know how to– I mean, I get the idea now, but– If you want me to I could...” he managed to blurt out, gesturing at Blaine’s crotch and turning a shade of red that definitely wasn’t a post-orgasm flush.

Realizing what Kurt was offering, Blaine immediately replied, “No!” He placed his hands over Kurt’s, sincerely. “No, Kurt, it’s fine. I’m fine. It’ll go away on its own, I promise. I don’t want you doing something we both know you’re not ready for.”

Exhaling a relieved sigh – Kurt really wasn’t ready for that, despite what they had both done only minutes ago – he gave Blaine a bashful, thankful half-smile. “Well, um,” he mumbled, “I guess I’ll go get cleaned up first.” He edged toward the end of the bed and grabbed his clothes, taking care not to make contact with his front for fear of stains, and fled the room and down the hall to the bathroom.

All by himself, Blaine took the time to clean his hand with a moist towelette. His erection was thankfully gone by the time he put his clothes back on – he didn’t want to have to worry about taking care of it in the bathroom after Kurt got out.

Still waiting on Kurt after ten minutes, Blaine busied himself by straightening the covers on the bed and setting their homework and books back in their places, then picked up where he left off with his notes. After another five minutes, Kurt came back to the room, fully clothed and looking fresh and clean, with his damp hair combed away from his face – he’d taken a shower, it seemed. Kurt smiled and Blaine returned it, scooting over marginally so that Kurt could join him.

Once Kurt settled, they took a moment to study each other, before returning to their work. They stayed that way for the next two hours, keeping the conversation light and only on what they were studying. When Burt came home and asked what they’ve been up to today, they just grinned at each other, and Kurt answered, “Nothing; just homework.”