It was already dark outside and the soft breeze made its way into the room through the open window. He was drifting in and out of a light slumber. The air was hot and humid and the breeze didn't bring relief, the sheets clinging to his sweat covered body like warm waves. He sighed and tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable position to give his body the rest it was longing for so desperately. His senses, though dull from exhaustion, picked up the scent of the pine trees that came with the breeze, sweet and wooden. He inhaled and exhaled, letting the heavy scent enter his body and mash with the sticky heat while turning onto his stomach. He drifted off again.

Gentle hands were suddenly on his bare back, deliciously cool and soft, trailing a line from his neck down his spine until reaching the waistband of his pajama pants. Fingers lifting the waistband and pushing his pants down over his butt cheeks. Lips traveling along the edge of his hairline and slowly, slowly all the way down his spine.

A soft moan escaped his slightly open mouth, breathy and low and maybe a little bit begging, as he felt a tongue licking its way along his lower back, from the left to the right and back again, teeth scraping the delicate skin ever so slightly, just enough to send a delicious shiver over his entire body.

Somehow, he couldn't move. He tried to turn and touch and feel, but his body stayed limp and exposed, waiting for whatever was about to happen next, surrendering to these hands and these lips that were traveling along his skin so effortlessly as if they had been practising these moves for years. And then the hands were on his butt, rubbing circles into the sensitive flesh, kneading and grabbing and moving towards his hips and up to his lower back, just to make their way back down to his butt a few seconds later, repeating the same pattern all over again.

A sudden wave of arousal flooded his body and traveled right to the place where his cock was buried deep down in the soft and slightly moist linens. His breathing picked up, just a little bit, but clearly audible, a tiny gasp escaping his mouth as his body tried to gain the friction it was clearly longing for.

And then he felt the pressure of another naked body on his, hot and strangely cool at once, covering the entirety of his back and his butt and his legs, hands intertwining with his own which had been lying limply on both sides of his body. He felt the length of the other man's erection move slowly along his butt crack, only barely brushing his entrance on the way. A sudden jolt of electricity moved along the man's spine as his body reacted to a completely new kind of stimulation.

Because they had never, ever done anything like this before.

The new and unexpected sensations flooding his body had already become way too much by then, and he released a long, trembling moan, followed by a sharp intake of breath and then a low, guttural groan.

"Kurt!"

The other man uttered a soft, musical chuckle, pressing their bodies even closer together, and slowly, ever so slowly, rubbing his crotch against his lover's butt cheeks, a bit hesitant at first, but quickly getting bolder as he felt his lover tense under his ministrations, moaning and panting his name as waves of pleasure moved through his body. Kurt picked up the pace, now rutting hard against his lover's butt crack, looking for more friction; a soft, high-pitched moan escaping his mouth as it reconnected to the soft skin under the other man's hairline, sucking and licking and teasing.

"Blaine!"

And finally, finally Blaine was able to move and he jolted up, grinding his ass against Kurt's erection which was sliding furiously along his butt crack, and back down into the soft sheets beneath him a second later, shivering as the delicious friction reached his own throbbing erection. Both men moved in unison, their thrusts matching each other perfectly, the air in the room getting warmer and moister and somehow thicker, as if the heat of their bodies combined with the heat of the air around them and the heavy scent of the pine trees had changed its texture.

Faster and faster they went, moving towards the edge together, panting and moaning and whispering the other's name over and over, while at the same time trying to last as long as possible, afraid to let go and disconnect from the other, because this was new and overwhelming and completely surreal.

Kurt felt the tight heat coiling up in his stomach, but refused to give in just yet. Hit by the sudden urge to see his lover's face, he moved away for a couple of seconds, grabbing Blaine's left shoulder with his right hand and quickly turning him over and rolling him on his back before reconnecting their bodies and picking up their old pace, their erections now rubbing against each other. Blaine gasped and squirmed underneath him, already thrusting eratically and coming completely undone, sweat glistening on his face and his chest in the soft moonlight. Kurt was pretty sure he had never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. Hazel and blue eyes met, pupils completely dilated, exchanging all of their emotions in a silent dialogue.

Blaine knew it would be over any minute now. The build-up of his orgasm had become almost unbearable, pushing and pulling at his body and coiling up in waves of pleasure. He reached between them and managed to get a hold of both of their cocks, pressing them together in the tight heat of his sweaty hand and just holding them there while their bodies continued their erratic thrusts.

And then Blaine uttered a loud, throaty scream and Kurt knew his lover was gone when he saw the other man contorting his face in pleasure and throwing his head back into the pillows. His whole body shuddered, his legs shaking uncontrollably as he rode out his orgasm. And the sight of this sent Kurt over the edge as well, shouting out the other man's name between pants and moans and even a couple of grunts that Blaine had never heard Kurt utter before.

Coming down from their respective heights, both men just laid there, Kurt clinging to Blaine and Blaine clinging to Kurt, panting and sweating and completely spent.

They knew they should move and clean themselves up and maybe shower, but their bodies just refused to let go. So they laid there together, still trying to catch their breaths, their eyes still locked, when Kurt finally managed to utter his thoughts: "Oh my god, Blaine. Why have we never done this before?"

And Blaine just laughed because this was SO Kurt, who always had to comment on everything. He grabbed one of the blankets to clean them up, thinking how that was kind of gross, but not really caring at all, and moved back into Kurt's arms, pressing their chests together again, one hand resting just above his lover's heart.



He woke up early the next morning, feeling the first warm sunbeams on the bare skin of his chest, still reveling in the heat of the dream he had had during the night, trying to remember the details, because everything was in a blur now.

But he wanted to remember. He needed to remember.

When all of a sudden, just like that, a warm body moved closer from behind, spooning him, soft breath ghosting over the sensitive skin under his hairline, as another hand searched for his, intertwining their fingers. And slowly, ever so slowly, a realization formed in the back of his mind.

The morning sun rose into the bright blue sky and the scent of the pine trees became once again omnipresent, filling every inch of the room with its sweet and wooden aroma.

He tilted his head to allow the other man's chin to settle down in the crook of his neck.

"I had the most amazing dream last night." Kurt's voice was still thick with sleep, but so unbelievably musical nonetheless.

Blaine turned his head ever so slightly, his lips brushing softly over the other man's scruffy jawline, before locking eyes with his lover.

"So did I," he simply replied.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."