Kurt had no idea how he'd gotten himself into this position.

Well, that was a lie.

He knew exactly how he'd wound up here. What he didn't know was how he'd ever agreed to it.

"Mr. Hummel," Blaine started, standing in the kitchen with Kurt while they watched Burt prepare a plate of nachos for himself. They had headed in to ask Burt's permission for Blaine to spend the night.�On the couch, of course.

Unfortunately.

"You can call me Burt. We've been over this," Burt said, unable to hide the slight smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Kurt felt his heart warm. His dad liked his boyfriend. Really liked him. It was pretty much the best thing ever, Kurt had learned, knowing that his dad approved of Blaine. It made things so much easier and made Burt much more apt to agree to things involving Blaine.

"I know. So, Mr. Hummel, my family was wondering if it would be okay if Kurt came to my uncle's lake house with us for a few days," Blaine said.

Wait. What?

"Is that so?"�Burt asked, shooting a knowing look at Kurt and obviously completely missing the shocked and dumbstruck one on Kurt's face. Blaine wanted Kurt to go away with him?�Sure, his parents were going to be there as well, but this was big. Really big.

"Yes. He's letting us use the place while he goes to Europe for business. It's on Berlin Lake near Akron. There's plenty of room. Kurt would have his own room the entire time. My parents told me to be sure to tell you that."

"When would you be leaving?"

"Saturday, and we would come back on Tuesday," Blaine said. Kurt would've laughed at Blaine's clearly rehearsed little speech if he hadn't been so blindsided by the entire thing. Couldn't Blaine have, you know, asked if he wanted to go before springing it on his dad?

"That's fine with me. I'll want to talk to your parents first, though,"�Burt said.

"Of course. I'll be sure to write down my dad's cell phone number for you," Blaine said with a smile. The charming smile that made sure he got whatever he wanted because he was so adorable that he didn't even know the smile was so affecting.

"Sounds good," Burt said, "Was there anything else you wanted to ask?"

"Can Blaine spend the night?" Kurt asked, feeling that rush of affection for his dad again. He did know that Blaine had surprised him with news of the trip. It was just nice to know that no matter how much older and more mature Kurt got, his dad still understood him in a way no one else did.

"On the couch. I'll check with his parents when I call about the trip," Burt said.

And that had been that. Kurt had given Blaine endless amounts of grief for not telling him about the trip and Blaine had just kissed Kurt and told him that he'd wanted it to be a surprise. That was all well and good, but Kurt wasn't exactly fond of being outside in the summer.�It was hot. His hair took twice as much product as usual in order to stay fantastic. It was hot. If he didn't slather on the highest SPFs available, he would burn and freckle within five minutes. Had he mentioned that it was hot?

But there he was pressed against Blaine in the scorching heat. His heart was thudding loudly, his fingers gripping hard into Blaine's tanned stomach, his skin wet and hot to the touch. Kurt leaned forward to press his forehead against the back of Blaine's neck.

"Hey, are you okay?" Blaine asked, carefully turning just his upper body so he could see Kurt's face.

"I don't think I'm ready for this," Kurt admitted softly.

"We can wait.�We don't have to do this now.�I didn't mean to pressure you," Blaine said, "I've just been so excited to do this with you. We can just-"

"No.�It's stupid. I'm ready.�Let's do it," Kurt said, pressing a kiss to the the place on Blaine's neck where his forehead had just been resting.

"No. Not if you're not comfortable."�Blaine shook his head and tried to put some distance between them, but Kurt held him tight.

"I'll be okay. It'll take a few minutes for my nerves to go away, but I'll be fine. Probably."

"It's so encouraging when you put it that way," Blaine sighed, "No, let's just forget it.�We can go back to doing what we were doing earlier."

"We were both bored and you know it. Come on,"�Kurt said.

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure,"�Kurt said. Oh the things he did for his boyfriend.

"Hold on tight," Blaine said before finally squeezing the gas and directing the jetski away from the dock.�Kurt's hands instinctually slid inward until his fingers were locked in front of Blaine's belly button.

"Oh my god, do you have to go so fast?" Kurt yelled into Blaine's ear as he steadily increased their speed. For some ungodly reason, he kept directing the thing right at every wave they passed and didn't seem to be paying any attention to the fact that it was really bumpy and not at all fun and did he think that Kurt was shrieking every five seconds because he was having fun?

"I'm only going forty," Blaine yelled, laughing as he spoke, "It can go up to seventy."

"Seventy? Don't even think about it,"�Kurt shouted, burying his face into the back of Blaine's life jacket and just holding on for dear life.

The rocking and jerking and bumping was making him a little nauseous and his legs were aching from holding himself in position on the slippery seat. This was so not fun. Blaine had the worst ideas ever. He planned on telling Blaine that the moment he was no longer fearing that each second was going to be his last.

"Will you just look, Kurt?�It's beautiful out here," Blaine called out over the roar of the wind and the spray of the water on their faces, "I'll try to avoid the big waves."

Kurt raised his head slowly and his breath caught in his throat.

The lake looked beautiful. Hot rays of early afternoon sun were beating down on the water, causing it to shimmer and sparkle like it was made of diamonds. Kurt unlocked his fingers and again pressed the flats of his hands against the exposed skin between the bottom of Blaine's life jacket and the top of his burgundy swim trunks.

"Wow," Kurt breathed, leaning in closer until his chin was resting on Blaine's shoulder.

"Gorgeous, right?"�Blaine asked.

"Yes," Kurt said before turning and pressing a kiss to the side of Blaine's neck, "But not as gorgeous as you."

"Am I really being compared to a large body of water here?" Blaine asked, slowing up a bit. Kurt looked around in shock when he realized that they were approaching the dock.

"We're back already?"�Kurt asked, surprising himself when he realized that he sounded a little disappointed.

"It's running low on gas and I figured you wouldn't want to stay out long your first time anyway," Blaine explained with a little shrug as he drove the jetski into the lift, "Did you have fun?"

"I was just starting to,"�Kurt admitted, sitting still while Blaine climbed off onto the dock and turned the large crank until the jetski was lifted enough out of the water that it wouldn't float away. And while Kurt was sitting there, he absolutely wasn't staring at Blaine's arm muscles as they flexed with each movement he made.�He definitely wasn't doing that.

Kurt climbed from the jetski onto the dock as soon as Blaine gave him the go-ahead and together they peeled off their soaked life jackets and hung them to dry on the backs of two Adirondack chairs that sat facing the water. Kurt couldn't help but look at Blaine. Without even realizing how incredibly sexy he looked, Blaine was ruffling his hair, sending droplets of water every which way and smiling as he talked.

Shit. He was talking and Kurt had absolutely no idea what he'd been saying.

"You're not listening to me at all, are you?"�Blaine laughed, stepping in close and pressing a kiss to Kurt's lips.

"Not a word,"�Kurt admitted, grinning and sneaking another kiss before lacing his fingers with Blaine's as they made their way up the path to the house. "You're pretty distracting like that."

"Like what?" Blaine asked, looking genuinely confused. God he was sexy.

"Oh, I don't know," Kurt said, dropping his voice, "Wet and half-naked, maybe?" Blaine slowed and pulled Kurt close. Kurt looked around blushing deeply, wondering if any of their neighbors were catching the show they were putting on as they attempted to make their way back to the house.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one. It was really difficult to steer that jetski with you pressed up against me," Blaine admitted, then whispering, "I kept hoping that you'd get hard."

Ohgod.

"Blaine, I love you, but I'm pretty sure that it would have been physically impossible for me to get turned on while riding that thing. Were you trying to terrify me?"

"Terrify you?�Of course not. Make you grab onto me and get closer... maybe," Blaine said with a smirk, rushing ahead a few steps before Kurt had the chance to retaliate with a pinch or a push or something equally irritating but not too damaging. Eventually, they made their way inside and headed for the kitchen to find something to snack on.

On the island in the kitchen, there was a note:

We got a last minute invitation from the Turners to go for a ride on their new boat. We'll be back between 6:30 and 7. Be ready to go out on the boat for a nighttime cruise at 7pm. We expect you to be on the dock waiting for us.

Love, Mom

"What time is it?"�Kurt asked, trying to sound casual. In reality, his heart was thrumming with excitement. He hadn't thought Blaine's parents would give them any unsupervised time in the house while they were here.

"Four," Blaine responded, and Kurt sucked in a surprised breath. Blaine's voice was close and low, his breath tickling the rim of Kurt's ear. He shuddered and suspected only part of that was due to the chilled air nipping at his bare chest.

"We should probably take a shower, don't you think?"�Kurt asked, reaching out to take hold of Blaine's arm. He trailed his thumb over the soft skin on the inside of Blaine's wrist before pulling it up to his mouth and pressing a kiss there.

"Absolutely,"�Blaine whispered, sliding a hand around to the back of Kurt's neck and pulling him down for a searing kiss, one that made Kurt want to forget all about the shower and instead explore the many merits of the kitchen they were standing in. "Come on."

Kurt allowed himself to be led upstairs, pushed into the bathroom, and stripped of his swim trunks all within about thirty seconds. His cock was already half hard just from the anticipation of what was to come. The dark way Blaine was looking at him--like he was something to be devoured--made Kurt's stomach twist up and his breaths shorten.

"I've wanted you ever since we got here," Blaine breathed against Kurt's lips.

Kurt took advantage of the proximity to divest Blaine of his own trunks and the full lengths of their completely naked bodies pressed together. Kurt sighed at the closeness, at the feeling of Blaine's hard body against his own. At the feeling of Blaine's stomach expanding and contracting with each breath he took. At the feeling of his heart beating so close and so quickly. Blaine was sexy standing there just breathing and smelling like a lake.�How was that even possible?

"Then let's get in the shower so you can have me," Kurt said, honestly not even knowing where the words were coming from.

Two weeks had passed since Kurt had given Blaine a blowjob for the first time. The moments they'd shared since then had been hurried but wonderful; all grasping hands and eager mouths, moans and heavy breaths. Kurt was so happy with the development of their relationship. The feeling of Blaine's cock in his mouth was even better than he'd expected, and the feeling of Blaine's on him was absolutely indescribable. And they hadn't stopped doing all the things they'd done before that. It was just like they'd added a new song to their setlist, one that frequently brought the house down.

"I love you," Blaine said, smiling against Kurt's lips as they stood just out of the spray of the water as it slowly increased in temperature.

"I love you, too,"�Kurt said, kissing Blaine deeply. Blaine was such an amazing kisser. Kurt knew that no matter how many millions of times they kissed, each one would still make his heart flutter just as much as the first one had.

Blaine touched him then, his fingers curling firmly around Kurt's cock. His hips surged forward into Blaine's fist, his mouth dropping open and a moan escaping his lips. Blaine leaned in and trailed his lips up and down Kurt's throat, not really kissing, just dragging his lips and trailing his tongue over the skin he found here. On one of the upward movements of his mouth, just as he gave Kurt's cock a particularly firm stroke, he pressed his mouth against Kurt's ear.

"I want to try something new today," he whispered. Kurt shuddered and reached out to grab onto Blaine's hips to steady himself. Yes, okay, whatever you want as long as you don't stop touching me, was what Kurt wanted to say.

"Okay. What did you have in mind?" was what he really said.

"I want to touch you," Blaine said, tightening his grip and making Kurt moan even louder than before.

"I think you already are."

Blaine chuckled a little, the laugh rumbling roughly through his chest. He dropped his hand and pressed in until their cocks were rubbing against each other. Kurt's cock twitched and he used his grip on Blaine's hips to pull him in even tighter. One of Blaine's hands smoothed over Kurt's hair, down his neck, over his shoulder, past his shoulder blades and down to the small of his back. His hand lingered there against Kurt's damp skin as steam filled the bathroom from the scorching water while they thrust against each other, their cocks trapped between their bodies and barely moving but it still somehow managed to feel so damned good. Every nerve in body was on fire, desperate for everything and anything, just wanting more.

"I�want to touch you," Blaine paused, trailing his hand down from Kurt's back and onto Kurt's ass, the very tips of his fingers grazing the between his cheeks and causing Kurt to squirm away, "here."

No.

"What?�Why?"�Kurt asked, unintentionally stepping back into the scalding spray of the shower, "Shit." He spun around and cranked the knob until it was settled in at a more reasonable temperature. When he turned he found Blaine leaning against the back wall, his arms crossed over his chest and a broken look on his face. Shit.

"Forget it,"�he said dismissively, looking at some arbitrary spot on the floor.

Double shit.

"Blaine, I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting that and..." Kurt closed his eyes and pressed a hand to his forehead, trying to make some semblance of sense out of his noisy thoughts. Ones that were screaming Why and Gross and Seriously? without relenting. "It's not something I've thought about. At all."

"Well I have. A lot," Blaine retorted, shrinking in on himself even more.

This wasn't supposed to happen. They were supposed to rub against together until they both came or maybe Kurt would've pressed Blaine up against a wall and given him a shower blowjob for the very first time. There wasn't supposed to be anything like this, with Blaine looking so upset and Kurt feeling seconds away from panicking.

"I just, I mean... I don't feel comfortable with the thought of you touching me... down there."

"People do it all the time, Kurt. It's not a weird thing to want to do."

"I understand that. I'm just not sure that I'm comfortable with it,"�Kurt said.

"Have you ever tried it before?" Blaine asked. He was being so defensive. All Kurt wanted to do was throw himself into Blaine's arms and kiss him until he forgot all about being hurt and embarrassed, but he couldn't do that.

"Touching myself there? No,"�Kurt shook his head emphatically.

"Well I have," Blaine said. Kurt's mouth went dry and his eyes opened wide. A vision of Blaine lying in bed, his feet pressing into the mattress, his legs open wide with one hand lazily jerking his cock and the other...

"Oh?" was all Kurt could ask.

"Yeah. And you know what? It's weird at first, but then it's amazing. And every time, all�I can think about is how it wouldn't be weird at all if you were the one touching me. It's..." Blaine trailed off and pushed from the wall, approaching Kurt and standing close. He was too close. Kurt couldn't think this way. Not when Blaine and his curls and his lips and his eyes were so close. Not to mention the part of his anatomy that was literally pressing against Kurt's hip. "It's the most intimate way we can touch each other, Kurt, and I want to experience that with you."

"But Blaine," Kurt said, the words coming out dangerously close to a whine.

"All I'm asking is for you to let me try. If you don't like it, we'll stop and I'll never bring it up again,"�Blaine said, his gorgeous eyes staring into Kurt's so earnestly he knew there was no way he was going to say no. Even though it sounded awful in pretty much every sense of the word, he trusted Blaine, and he would give it a try for him. He nodded slightly. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'll let you try," Kurt said, "But if I don't like it we'll stop."

"In a heartbeat," Blaine said, a smile spreading across his face as he leaned in for a kiss, "I'm going to make you feel so good."

"You already do. You're making me feel good right now,"�Kurt explained.

"If I do it right, you'll feel better than you ever have before," Blaine breathed against Kurt's ear before biting lightly on the lobe, "Now let's get cleaned up."

They took turns under the spray, sinking back into a comfortable rhythm with their actions. Both of them managed to stay at least half hard during their time bathing due to enough lingering glances and mostly unintentional grazes against each other. When they were both clean (and Kurt may have spent more time than usual cleaning certain parts of his anatomy while Blaine was rinsing his hair, but he would never admit to that), Kurt expected Blaine to turn off the water. But he didn't.

"Come here," Blaine said, reaching for Kurt's hand and pulling him close. Blaine was warm all over from the hot spray of the water and he smelled dizzyingly good--like shampoo and soap and Blaine.

"Hi,"�Kurt smiled at Blaine, giving him a quick kiss, "Did you want to get dried off?"

"Not yet," Blaine said, shaking his head a little, "I�want to try something first. Is that okay? If you don't like what I�try in here, when we go in the bedroom, we'll do whatever you want." Kurt nodded, his heart thudding both from anticipation and from nerves, and he felt Blaine's hand make its way back to its previous position. With a surer hand now, Blaine trailed his fingers between the halves of Kurt's ass. Okay, maybe that wasn't so bad. "I'm going to touch you now, okay?"

"Okay," Kurt said, unsure of why his dick was getting harder at the moment.�He was so nervous and though it did admittedly feel pretty good, it wasn't like Blaine was really doing anything yet. And then he felt it. Blaine was using one fingertip to lightly graze over Kurt's asshole.

Whoa.

Kurt swallowed hard and couldn't help it when his feet shuffled a little further apart, granting Blaine better access. Okay, he still wasn't thrilled about this, but that did feel good. Really good.

"Is this okay?"�Blaine asked, his forehead pressing against Kurt's before their lips met in a gentle kiss all the while Blaine was tracing light circles with that one finger.

“Yes,” Kurt managed to get out, fighting against the urge to push back against Blaine’s finger. It was a natural reaction, one that Kurt really didn’t understand. All he knew was that his body wanted to and he was working really hard to fight it.

“Can you face the wall for me?” Blaine asked softly, then adding, “Please?”

Kurt’s eyes were closed tight and he opened and closed his mouth a few times, focused on nothing but the feeling of the wet drag of Blaine’s finger against him. Finally, he registered that he really needed to be responding to Blaine’s question and he nodded. He turned and pressed his forehead against the cool tile wall, utterly surprised at how nice it felt on his warmed skin. His hands splayed on the wall and he waited to see what Blaine was going to do.

It was strange not being face to face anymore. On one hand, it felt a lot more impersonal and Kurt wasn’t sure how he felt about that. But on the other hand, he could make all the stupid faces he wanted and not worry about Blaine thinking that he looked like an idiot. So maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. Especially if things took a turn for the worse.

“I just wanted to see,” Blaine said, his voice low. Kurt turned and saw that Blaine had dropped to a kneeling position on the shower floor. Oh. Kurt turned back toward the wall, a flush breaking out across his face and down his neck as he tried really hard not to freak out about the fact that Blaine was currently staring directly at him down there where he felt so exposed and vulnerable. “God, you have the most perfect ass, Kurt.”

“I do?” Kurt asked, the question just coming out.

“You have no idea,” Blaine said, spreading Kurt’s cheeks apart and letting out a long exhaled breath that Kurt could actually feel. He squirmed a little, his toes digging into the tile. “Wow.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and let his forehead thunk back against the tile. He wanted to ask how Blaine could possibly be serious, How he could possibly think that looking at his ass like that was sexy in any way. But he kept his mouth shut and just let Blaine do his thing. He had promised to let Blaine try after all.

“I’m going to touch you again now,” Blaine said, his voice sounding lower and a little rougher. It was a timbre that Kurt immediately recognized. Blaine was turned on. Really turned on.

Kurt could feel Blaine touching him again, starting back in with those gentle circles with a wet finger. It felt thicker this time, though, like maybe Blaine was using his thumb instead. It did feel nice. Nothing that Kurt could see begging Blaine to do on a regular basis, but it was okay enough to withstand and to appease Blaine’s curiosity.

But then it changed.

“Oh,” Kurt choked out, suddenly overcome with the feeling of hot wetness.

It felt amazing. His cock twitched and he instinctively reached down and grabbed onto it with one hand. Blaine pushed his hand away and then Kurt felt Blaine grip onto his hips with both hands, all the while those hot wet circles continued to make heat pool low in his stomach. How was Blaine even doing that? Kurt moaned and this time gave in to the urge to push back into Blaine’s touch, which Blaine immediately countered with a deep vibrating moan and increased pressure.

Wait.

If Blaine was holding onto his hips with both hands, then what was touching him? Kurt tried to turn around, but found himself being held in place by Blaine’s strong hands. He managed to twist his torso enough to see Blaine’s face pressed right against his ass.

Oh my god!

“Blaine!” Kurt said, his voice tight and slightly hysterical as he tried to pull away, “What are you doing?” Blaine gave one more swipe of his tongue—now that Kurt knew what it was—twisting and swirling it around Kurt’s asshole in a way that felt so ridiculously, sinfully good it was just insane. Wrong and insane.

“What?” Blaine asked, replacing his tongue with this thumb as he looked up at Kurt with blown pupils. Really? Doing that had caused this reaction in Blaine? Really? “I thought you were enjoying it.”

“I was but I didn’t know you were using your mouth,” Kurt said.

“It’s called rimming, Kurt, and I’ve been wanting to try it with you for so long,” Blaine said, “I just want to make you feel good. Didn’t it feel good?” Kurt sighed.

“Yes, but,” Kurt said, not even bothering trying to finish the statement. Blaine laughed and leaned in to replace his thumb with a kiss. Kurt sucked in a fast breath at the sensation. Why did all of this feel so good?

“If you really don’t like it, I’ll stop,” Blaine said, moving both hands back to Kurt’s hips and placing a kiss right in the center of each cheek.

“It’s not that I didn’t like it. It’s just that the thought of it is really disturbing, to be honest,” Kurt admitted.

“Well, I’m the one doing it and it’s not disturbing for me at all,” Blaine said, “I purposely waited until we finally got the chance to shower together because I knew it would make you feel more comfortable. I love every inch of you, Kurt, and I just want to show you that.”

Kurt’s face softened and he reached down to lend Blaine a hand so he could stand again. Without thinking, Kurt kissed Blaine hard. As Blaine’s tongue slid into his mouth, Kurt’s eyes opened wide, remembering exactly where that tongue had just been.

But, it wasn’t strange at all, actually. Blaine was kissing him just like he always did. And sure, the taste on his tongue was slightly different than usual, but it wasn’t bad. Of course it wasn’t. Kurt had excellent hygiene. Maybe this wasn’t such a big deal after all.

“Okay, bed now. I’m starting to prune,” Kurt said, pulling back from the kiss only to have Blaine latch on and start to make trail down the column of his neck to his shoulders. Kurt grinned and pushed on Blaine's shoulders until he finally stepped back. They dried off quickly and Kurt found himself rushing into the guest bedroom Blaine had been staying in with his boyfriend hot on his heels.

Blaine shut and locked the door before climbing over Kurt's body on the bed, kissing him slow and deep, his tongue making a deliberate exploration of Kurt's as Blaine put a hand behind each of Kurt's knees and pulled them up until they were cradling his body. Kurt busied his own hands in Blaine's hair, taking charge of the kiss. He captured Blaine's lips over and over, sucking roughly on his bottom lip when he felt Blaine run a featherlight fingertip from the tip of his cock all the way back to his asshole.

"Are you ready?" Blaine asked.

"Ready for what?" Kurt asked, finding himself shocked beyond belief that he was actually missing the feeling of Blaine's tongue on him down there.

"For more," Blaine said, giving Kurt's lips a soft kiss, "For another first." Kurt nodded and smoothed a hand over Blaine's cheek.

"I trust you."

"Good. Don't move. I'll be right back,"�Blaine told him, stealing another kiss before climbing from the bed.

Kurt took a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling. He didn't know exactly what to expect next. Well, he had some idea, but he was honestly trying not to think about it too much. Over-thinking would surely have caused him to miss out on Blaine using his tongue, because he never would have agreed to that had Blaine asked first. Clearly, Blaine was aware of that.

When Blaine got back onto the bed, he immediately slid back between Kurt's legs, kneeling there with something in his hand.

Oh.

"I'll go really slow, okay?" Blaine asked, opening the bottle of lube and heavily coating two of his fingers with the stuff.

Oh god.

Kurt swallowed hard and forced a nod. He could always back out.

Blaine grinned and scooted in closer, rubbing his fingers together before lowering his right hand down and out of sight. Kurt felt Blaine's fingers press against him again, but now they were warm and slippery. He couldn't help but squirm a little in nervous anticipation.

"You have to relax," Blaine said, pressing his left hand into the outside of Kurt's hip and holding him still. Kurt focused on relaxing, which was kind of hard to do when he knew what was coming and all of his muscles down there were wanting to do the exact opposite of relax at the moment. But he tried, focusing all of his attention on Blaine.

He looked gorgeous, kneeling there between Kurt's bent legs. He was breathing heavily, his lightly haired chest rising and falling noticeably as he slowly worked his fingers in circles around Kurt's asshole. The muscles in his stomach were clenched tight as he concentrated. His cock was hard and curling up toward his stomach, prompting Kurt's own to get even impossibly harder.

"You're so beautiful,"�Kurt couldn't help but say, startling Blaine out of his haze. He'd been staring at his fingers moving against Kurt, but now he was looking right into Kurt's eyes. The love Kurt saw there made his heart ache and he knew in that moment that everything really was going to be fine. Blaine would do everything in his power to make this good for Kurt. He knew that.

"Nothing compared to you, Kurt. You're perfect," Blaine said, trailing the hand resting on his hip up to stroke the length of Kurt's thigh, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready,"�Kurt said, and he meant it. He closed his eyes and grabbed onto the duvet, forcing any tension in his body to focus there and not where he so desperately needed to be relaxed.

After several more firm wet circles, Kurt could feel just one of Blaine's fingers press more insistently at his entrance.

Relax. Relax. Relax.

And then Blaine was pressing in. Just barely, but enough that Kurt could feel it.

"Shh, I've got you," Blaine whispered and Kurt realized that he'd been repeating his mantra out loud and not in his head. Kurt swallowed, nodded, and took one of his hands and used it cover Blaine's hand on his hip. Only then did Blaine press in more, slowly sliding his finger until it couldn't go in any farther. "How does it feel?"

"Weird,"�Kurt admitted, his muscles involuntarily clenching down on Blaine's finger inside of him.

Blaine's finger was inside of him. Okay, wow.

"Bad weird or just weird?"

"Just weird,"�Kurt said, fidgeting a little. Blaine took that as an invitation to move, pulling his finger out no more than a centimeter before pushing it back in. It was all slow and gentle and after awhile, Kurt just needed him to do more. Anything. So he told him so.

"Can I put in another finger?"�Blaine asked, his voice a little scratchy.

"Sure, fine, whatever. Just do something more,"�Kurt said. Blaine laughed lightly and pulled his finger out almost all the way. It was strange, but Kurt's body seemed to really miss the feeling once it was gone. He may or may not have whined a little at the loss of sensation. But soon enough, it was back. And it was definitely the something more that Kurt had been requesting.

There were two fingers in his ass now. The stretch was uncomfortable. Almost painful. His eyes clenched shut and he gripped harder onto Blaine's hand.

"You have to relax, Kurt," Blaine said soothingly. Kurt sucked in a deep breath and forced his muscles to release their death grip on Blaine's fingers. "Good."

He pressed in as deep as he could. Kurt could feel the heel of Blaine's hand press against his body and then his fingers moved inside, pressing up. Slowly, Blaine started to pull his fingers out. All of a sudden, a flash of liquid hot pleasure shot through Kurt's entire body.

"Holy fuck!"�he shouted, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth and opening his eyes in shock, both at his words and at the sensation. Blaine was looking incredibly pleased with himself. "What was that?"

"It was amazing, wasn't it?" Blaine grinned moving his fingers again, eliciting the exact same reaction. Kurt was panting against his hand and staring at Blaine with his eyes open wide. It was... the absolute most amazing thing he'd ever felt. It was like his entire body was on fire and if he didn't come soon, he was going to explode. Both literally and figuratively. "That's your prostate. Do you like it?"

Kurt's entire body jerked as Blaine started in with a gentle yet consistent massaging motion with his fingertips. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to breath, respond, anything really, but his breath was caught in his throat. His entire body frozen as it focused on nothing but that feeling.

"Breathe, babe,"�Blaine said, not relenting the tiny yet un-fucking-believable movements of his fingers.

"God yes I�like it," Kurt finally choked out. Blaine made a little humming noise and Kurt felt a kiss being pressed right at the base of his cock. His hips thrust up hard, altering the pressure being put on that spot inside and making him moan loudly. In fact, Kurt was quite sure that he'd never moaned so loudly in his entire life. "Oh god, Blaine."

"You should see yourself, Kurt," Blaine said against Kurt's cock before licking a hot stripe up the underside, over the head, and then onto Kurt's stomach. It was too much. Kurt couldn't hold still. He could feel his hips moving, helping to intensify the feeling of Blaine's fingers inside of him.

"More Blaine. More,"�Kurt begged, reaching down a hand to start roughly jerking himself off. He needed to come. It was all too much; the pressure, the hot licks of pleasure starting in his ass and snaking out into the rest of his body. Why had he been nervous about this?�This was amazing. Blaine had the best ideas.

"I'm going to put in a third finger," Blaine said, "I need to take the others out and get more lube, okay?" Kurt whined in complaint as those wonderful fingers slipped from his body, but they were back in no time, pressing in and filling him even more than before.

"Oh my god," Kurt said, dropping his hold on his cock to grasp for Blaine's free hand. Every part of his body was awash with pleasure and the reality of what was happening to him hit like a freight train. Tears prickled at the corner of his eyes as those three fingers slowly worked their way in and out of his body, purposefully rubbing against his prostate with every thrust. "You're inside of me, Blaine. You're inside of me."

He didn't even know what he was saying, he just needed to say it. It was a big deal, though. This was the very first time anyone had ever been inside of him. That was huge and he was so glad that it was Blaine. The angle of Blaine's fingers changed suddenly and Kurt felt Blaine's lips on his, moaning and insistent as he practically devoured Kurt's mouth.

"I am so in love with you, Kurt Hummel," Blaine whispered against his lips before diving back in for another kiss, thrusting his tongue against Kurt's and never stopping the movement of his fingers in Kurt's ass.

"I'm in love with you, too. So in love with you. Oh god, don't stop," Kurt moaned, ripping his lips from Blaine's and again starting to pump is dick. Blaine moved back down Kurt's body and gently pulled Kurt's hand away. Blaine carefully lay down on the mattress between Kurt's legs and pressed a kiss to the inside of Kurt's left thigh.

"Let go," Blaine said, then kissing the juncture between Kurt's leg and his hips. The slide of Blaine's fingers just kept getting better and better, the once uncomfortable edge having given way to a steady stream of pleasure. Each pressing drag over his prostate curled Kurt's toes into the mattress and made his dick ache with the need to be touched. Why had Blaine moved his hand away? Why was he telling Kurt to let go if he wouldn't let him do the thing that would make that happen?

"I�want to," Kurt whimpered, clenching down hard on Blaine's fingers just to see what it would feel like.

Blaine sucked in a hissing breath through his teeth, staring in wonder down at his fingers as they moved. Kurt let his head drop back to the mattress as a thought passed through his mind: If Blaine's fingers feel this good, imagine how amazing his cock will feel. A shudder coursed through his body at the thought and he smiled up at the ceiling. A whole new world had been opened up to him today. It was amazing how much he still had to learn, how much he'd almost missed out on because of his own hang-ups and worries.

He reached for his cock again, needing to do something about the jolts of pleasure shooting straight to the tip of his dick with every sweep of Blaine's fingers over his prostate. Again, Blaine pushed his hand away and Kurt propped himself up on his elbows ready to say something when Blaine slid his tongue up the underside of Kurt's cock.

"Oh god,"�Kurt breathed out, dropping back to the mattress as Blaine used his free hand to guide Kurt's cock into his mouth. He immediately sunk his mouth down as far as he could comfortably and just stayed there, lightly sucking as he worked his fingers in and out.

Earlier, Kurt had thought that he was feeling too much, but this really was. His hips involuntarily thrust up into Blaine's mouth, seeking more friction there. Blaine moaned around Kurt's cock and started bobbing his head up and down in tandem with the hot wet slide of his fingers. Kurt didn't know what to do with himself. He felt boneless already, able to do nothing more than weakly thread his fingers through Blaine's hair and just take it.

Blaine's mouth was so hot and perfect against Kurt's cock, his fingers so new and wonderful and filling in Kurt's ass. Kurt's entire body was buzzing, and when he finally felt that steady and insistent pressure building in his balls, he almost started to cry he was so relieved. Blaine seemed to notice, too, focusing all of his attention of the head of Kurt's cock and using his tongue to swirl around every inch over and over until Kurt was gripping hard onto Blaine's hair, his hips jerking forward hard and fast. Kurt's eyes clamped shut as he came, actually shouting as it hit him, a burst of pure, inescapably phenomenal pleasure positively wracking his body.

"Wow," Blaine said, wiping at the corners of his mouth with his free hand. Kurt gave a little grunt of agreement. It was all he was capable of at the moment. His body was giving little random twitches as the aftershocks of his orgasm hit him and all he wanted to do was go to sleep and dream perfect repeats of this entire encounter over and over. And over. "Have you ever come that hard before?"

"Has anyone ever come that hard before?"�Kurt countered with a little laugh, "Oh my god, Blaine. Thank you."

"Thank you,"�Blaine grinned, slowly removing his fingers and wiping them off on the sheets before climbing up to lay beside Kurt who felt so strangely empty now. "Thank you for trusting me."

"You were so right. That was amazing,"�Kurt said, his voice so small and weak. It felt like he didn't have an ounce of energy left in his entire body, "I'll return the favor. Just give me a minute." He was really going to need twenty or maybe two hours and a nap, but he definitely would.

"No need," Blaine said, blushing a little, "Having my fingers inside of you and you in my mouth was just a little too much for me. I was kind of rubbing against the mattress without even meaning to." Kurt looked down at Blaine's softening cock and frowned a little. He'd barely had the chance to touch him all afternoon.

"Tomorrow then. I�want to make you feel that amazing," Kurt said, putting a hand on each of Blaine's cheeks and pulling him in for a long kiss, "I�love you."

"I love you,"�Blaine said with a smile, "But, we really should shower again."

"You go ahead. I don't think I can move yet,"�Kurt admitted, "I'm not sure I'll be able to move by seven."

"You will. I have faith in you," Blaine said, kissing Kurt one more time before climbing off the bed. He was almost out of the door when he turned and beamed at Kurt. "Courage!"

Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes, grabbing a nearby pillow and chucking it in Blaine's direction.

"You're lucky I love you,"�Kurt called out.

"I�am lucky. So lucky,"�Blaine said, hanging on the door frame for just a second longer before finally leaving. Kurt stared at him in that fleeting moment, the way his hair was was mussed and puffy from drying without any product in it and his lips were red and swollen from kissing and sucking Kurt for so long and how he just looked so effortlessly gorgeous standing there naked with a big goofy grin on his face.

"No, I'm definitely the lucky one,"�Kurt said to the ceiling with a smile as he tried to regain the feeling in his limbs.