Mr and Mr Blaine Anderson
148 W. 23rd St. Apt. 8C
New York, NY 10011


Dear sirs,

You may be aware of the recent development in the homosexual marriage laws regarding divorce. We are writing to you to confirm the new law.

Homosexuals who have been married for ten years may now file for divorce if they are still dissatisfied with their union. Divorce is not possible for homosexuals who have been married for less than ten years. In order to achieve dissolution of the union, both partners must put forward their personal case for dissatisfaction. The case must be made to the department of the state in which they were married and not in the state of current residence, if the two are different.

The change set out above may or may not currently affect you. Regardless, we ask that you take it into account. Please be aware, however, that divorce will not be easily granted, so take some time for reflection before deciding to end your marriage.

We hope this new development is clear to you. Please contact us if you have any questions.

Yours sincerely,

Amanda Leighton
Head of Domestic Affairs
Ohio State Department of Domestic Regulation

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“Are you finished?”

“Yeah,” Blaine said, dropping the letter onto the kitchen table. “Well.”

“There’s still five years until we can—”

“I don’t want to, Kurt. I don’t care that we can.”

Kurt smiled and Blaine hated that he looked relieved. Kurt pressed a kiss to his lips and Blaine cupped his cheeks, holding the moment; extending it. When they broke apart, he kept his hands on Kurt’s cheeks, stroking his thumbs over his cheekbones.

“I don’t want to, either. I love you,” Kurt said, and Blaine just had to kiss him again.

“I love you. Now, can we not talk about this again? I think we’ve come to a mutual agreement.”

Kurt chuckled and wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck. “Consider it forgotten.” He slanted his lips over Blaine’s again, licking his tongue into his mouth and dragging him out of the kitchen to their bedroom.

They spent the afternoon curled around each other, murmuring words of love and forever against each other’s skin. Kurt only dragged himself out of bed many hours later to bring them sustenance. He placed a board of crackers and cheese on the covers and waved something at Blaine’s back. Blaine whined softly and rolled over, frowning up at him. Kurt laughed at his expression, handing the piece of paper to Blaine.

“What…?” Blaine looked at the state headed paper and his frown deepened.

Kurt leaned down and kissed his forehead. He slid down the bed to lie close to him, pulling Blaine’s head onto his shoulder and striking a match on the side of the box. Blaine laughed, then, and held the paper out so Kurt could set it alight. Kurt tangled one leg between Blaine’s; Blaine wrapped a hand around Kurt’s forearm; and they watched it burn.

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Nine years, eleven months and thirty days. Blaine pressed his fingertips into the skin of Kurt’s hip, watching how his eyelashes fanned across his skin as he slept. He bit his lip, trying to multiply in his head. Sixty multiplied by twenty-four… one thousand two hundred… So one thousand six hundred and… Forty. So one thousand six hundred and forty multiplied by three hundred and sixty five… But what about leap years?

Blaine sighed and looked at the clock.

Ten years.

They had been married ten years and less than sixty seconds.

He pressed his lips to Kurt’s, stroking a hand up and down his side. Kurt made a small, sleep-filled sound and Blaine smiled against his cheek. He kissed each of his eyelids and across one cheekbone, then pressed their lips together again.

When he pulled back, Kurt’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hi.”

“Mmm.” Blaine could feel Kurt pointing his toes and stretching his legs, scrunching his nose up. “Hi.”

“Happy tenth anniversary.”

Kurt turned his head on the pillow to look at the clock. A smile crept across his face and he put a hand to Blaine’s cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Ten years is such a long time.”

“Not long enough.”

Kurt snorted and hit Blaine’s arm. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Blaine teased, slipping his arms around Kurt’s waist and drawing him close. “But you love me for it.”

Kurt just rolled his eyes and pushed Blaine onto his back, climbing on top of him. He slotted their hips together and not for the first time Blaine was unbelievably glad they slept naked. Kurt was pressing open mouthed kisses against his neck, nipping lightly at the skin. They were rocking against each other and Blaine gripped Kurt’s ass to pull him closer and then Kurt was gone, sliding down Blaine’s body with a trail of kisses.

Blaine leaned his head back, closing his eyes and moaning softly when Kurt’s tongue started kitten-licking at his cock. He stroked his fingers through Kurt’s hair. His mind slipped a little, even when Kurt was taking him in his mouth, sucking on the head: ten years. It wasn’t a lifetime, but it was the promise of one. Blaine wanted a lifetime. He wanted forever and beyond, but even when he was curling his fingers against Kurt’s scalp he just wasn’t sure that that’s what Kurt wanted. Their contract was up. They didn’t have to do it any more. They could get divorced if they wanted. Blaine knew he could never leave Kurt, but if Kurt wanted to say goodbye to him… Blaine loved him too much to try to stop him.

His cock hit the back of Kurt’s throat and he blinked his eyes open, everything that was happening rushing back in frightening Technicolor. He let out a stuttered moan and pulled on Kurt’s hair. Kurt’s mouth slipped off him and Blaine was whining, protesting. Kurt chuckled, crawling back up his body. “I want this to last, Blaine.”

“Was that an insult?” Blaine panted, mouth opening around a silent gasp when Kurt started sucking at the joint of his jaw.

“You’d think a decade would make you less sensitive.” He laughed at his choice of words and traced a fingertip around Blaine’s nipple. Blaine bucked up into him. “Mmm, definitely no change.”

Blaine growled and lifted his head to catch Kurt’s lips in a bruising kiss. He tugged on his bottom lip, hands slipping around to his ass and fingertips pressing hard into the flesh. Kurt pushed hard against him, taking advantage of Blaine’s open mouth at the feeling and licking past his lips.

They slipped into rocking again, vacillating from slow, rhythmic slides with lazy kisses, to frantic rutting, open mouths just pressing against each other, breathing into each other.

“Kurt, Kurt,” Blaine whispered, lips brushing against Kurt’s, hands cupping his neck. “Kurt, please, I want you.”

Kurt hummed against his mouth, hand scrabbling in the drawer and pulling out the bottle of lube. “I know,” he murmured, sucking on Blaine’s jaw.

“No, Kurt.” He gasped when Kurt’s hips rocked particularly hard against his own and their cocks were lined up against each other just so and he was sure his eyes rolled back in his head. “Kurt. Listen. Stop.”

Kurt moaned, but he pulled back. “What?”

“I… I want…” Blaine looked away; he stared at Kurt’s collarbone and ran his hands up and down his back.

“Blaine,” Kurt said on a sigh, stroking Blaine’s hair back from his face. “Tell me.”

Blaine pulled Kurt back down, burying his face in his neck and speaking against his ear. “I want you inside me.” He felt Kurt hold his breath, felt all his muscles tense up, and then he was pulling away, hovering over Blaine again.

“Blaine, honey, we can’t.”

“But how would they even know? It’s not like they’ve got us bugged or they’re checking up on us every day. Kurt, please. It’s been ten years and I just… I love you. I love you more than anything and I want to do this with you.”

Kurt’s eyes flicked over Blaine’s face, from eyes to mouth to eyes again and just staring at him. His breath shook, but he nodded. “Okay. Yes. Okay.” He kept nodding until Blaine took his face in his hands and kissed him, smiling against his lips. Kurt let himself be drawn into it. He pressed his body back against Blaine’s and started to rock against him again. He flicked the tip of his tongue across the back of Blaine’s teeth and Blaine keened. He spread his legs a little wider and all at once Kurt pulled back, scrabbling in the bedside drawer.

He dropped the bottle of lube beside Blaine and kissed him again. He stroked Blaine’s hair off his forehead with trembling fingers.

“Kurt.” Blaine took Kurt’s hands in his. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Hey, look at me.”

Kurt eyes slipped slowly up to his. He looked terrified.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” Blaine murmured, stroking his thumbs around Kurt’s wrists.

“No!” Kurt shook his head frantically and kneeled up a little. “No, I want it. So, so much. I’m just… I’m nervous. What if I-I do it wrong? Because you’re… you’re you, Blaine, and I really, really need to do this right for you. I want it to be perfect and I – what if I—”

Blaine shushed him hurriedly, stroking placating fingers through Kurt’s hair and up his spine. “Breathe.” Kurt nodded too fast and Blaine laughed. “That’s not breathing. Listen. I love you. I have loved you for almost ten years and I think that anything we do tonight will be perfect because I will be with you. I’m not going to lie – I’m pretty scared, too. It’s new, but I want it.”

Kurt nodded, and Blaine wasn’t sure whether it was to him or to himself. He leaned over Blaine once more, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Pull your knees up for me, love.”

Blaine curled his knees up to his chest, sliding his hands behind his legs to hold them there. He shuddered at how open he was, spread out this way. Kurt had pulled back a little, just to stare at him. “Blaine,” he choked out. Blaine rocked onto his back, trying to spread himself wider, and Kurt closed his eyes, a blissful frown between his eyebrows, and let out a broken moan.

He blinked his eyes open, breathing hard, and Blaine squirmed at the heat in his gaze. Kurt’s eyes were almost black, searing right through him. He grabbed the bottle of lube, squirting it onto his fingers, not taking his eyes from Blaine’s. When his hand traced down the back of Blaine’s thigh, Blaine looked down, needing to see. Kurt’s eyes followed, watching his own slick fingers slide across his ass cheek. He ran a finger lightly just around the rim of his hole and Blaine’s breath just fell out of his body.

“Oh my god.”

Kurt smiled, still transfixed. He pressed the pad of one finger against Blaine’s entrance, not enough to push inside, but just resting, pressing. The rim quivered as Blaine’s hole clenched around nothing. Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, dropping his head onto Blaine’s chest. Blaine whined and pawed at Kurt’s back, giving an experimental push of his hips towards Kurt’s hand. Kurt chuckled, pressing his lips to Blaine’s skin for a couple of seconds, and pushed himself up again. “I’ll go as slowly as I can.”

Blaine nodded, eyes drifting shut. Kurt couldn’t decide where to look, eyes flicking between his hand where the very tip of his finger was pushing inside Blaine, and Blaine’s face, his mouth dropping open, cheeks flushed. He slid in up to the first knuckle and stopped, stroking Blaine’s hair. “How are you doing?”

“Ah.” The small sound escaped unbidden when Blaine tried to work his throat. “Good. So good. Keep going.”

Kurt pushed deeper, burying his finger all the way into Blaine. He wanted to cry at the tight heat around it. He’d done this to himself so many times, had Blaine do it to him, but being inside Blaine this way wasn’t like anything he could have imagined. He moved his finger, feeling Blaine’s muscles open up around it, and he didn’t think he’d felt anything as beautiful in his life. He pulled out, pressing in again with two. When Blaine gasped, his head snapped up, worried he’d gone too fast. The gasp of ‘yes’ that tumbled from Blaine’s lips told him otherwise, so he pressed in to the knuckle in one, sharp slide. Blaine’s neck strained backwards, stomach muscles pulled taught, and he moaned from deep within his body.

Kurt scissored his fingers, his mind still overwhelmed by how he could feel Blaine, feel what he was doing to him. Blaine was stretching out around him, laying himself out for him, and Kurt was so turned on and so in love that he wanted to scream. He settled for biting hard into the skin of Blaine’s shoulder and twisting his hand, crooking his fingers and thrusting them hard inside. Blaine breath seemed to catch, and he choked and gasped, vibrating under Kurt’s mouth, the muscles of his ass fluttering around Kurt’s fingers.

Kurt started a slow pace, fingers sliding out almost to the very fingertips, then slamming back in, Blaine’s moans growing louder and more desperate each time. At last, on one particularly deep thrust, he grabbed the back of Kurt’s neck, nails digging hard into the skin, and keened.

“Kurt, more, there, more – I…” He was babbling, lips making useless shapes around words he couldn’t form.

Kurt smiled, kissed his neck, and stroked his fingers over the nub of oversensitive nerves, drawing small circles across it. Blaine was writhing under him, legs hooking behind Kurt’s back and trying to draw him closer; hips canting towards Kurt’s hand, trying to get more.

Kurt slipped his fingers all the way out and Blaine actually sobbed. “Shh, shh…” He kissed his shoulder, stroking his arm. “I’m not going anywhere.” He quickly squeezed more lube onto his fingers and pressed three against Blaine’s rim. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Blaine nodded frantically, one hand sliding blindly across Kurt’s back. His fingernails scratched at the skin when he felt the stretch of three fingers inside him, burning him from the inside out with pain-tinged pleasure. He was so full, Kurt’s fingers pressing inside him, and he couldn’t even process what Kurt’s cock would feel like. “Please, Kurt, now. I want you now.”

Kurt pressed his fingers back and forth once more, making absolutely sure that Blaine was stretched wide, muscles relaxed. He wanted it to hurt as little as possible. “Okay.” He pulled away, his heat disappearing from over Blaine, from within him. He let his eyes fall closed, just waiting as he heard the sound of Kurt slicking himself up, kneeling between Blaine’s legs.

“Blaine, look at me.”

He did, opening his eyes and staring right up into Kurt’s. He smiled; kissed him. “Are you okay?” He glanced down between their bodies to where Kurt was gripping his cock. His eyes trailed back up, resting on Kurt’s again.

“Yeah. Are you… are you sure?”

Blaine just lifted his legs, wrapping them around Kurt’s hips, and kissed him again. He brushed the hair out of Kurt’s eyes.

“Keep your eyes open, okay?” Kurt said.

Blaine nodded, not breaking eye contact. He felt a thick, blunt pressure against his entrance and slid his teeth over his bottom lip. When Kurt entered him, pushing deep in small, shallow thrusts, Blaine felt the world turn over. He was full, stretched out and taken. Kurt was claiming him, claiming his body and his heart with each slide deeper. The sensation was blinding and Blaine had to work so hard to keep his eyes from squeezing shut. He stared up into Kurt’s instead, watching him falling apart from within at the feeling of Blaine all around him, and felt a bone-deep contentment spread through him, tingling out to his fingertips.

Blaine felt Kurt’s pelvis press against his ass. He could feel Kurt through every part of him, stretching and pressing and holding him, keeping him together. Kurt kissed him, tongue sliding languidly over Blaine’s lips as he started to draw his hips back. He pushed in again, still agonisingly slow. It was perfect. Blaine felt like air, like if Kurt stopped holding onto him he would just drift away, dissipate.

The thrusts became harder, their skin slapping against each other. Kurt leaned his head into Blaine’s neck, licking the sweat on his skin, and slammed his hips faster. Blaine pushed back onto him, scrabbling at him, moaning into his hair.

“I want to try something,” Kurt gasped out. Blaine just moaned in response as Kurt kept pounding into him. He stopped suddenly, and Blaine gasped. “Hold onto me,” Kurt whispered, and Blaine just had time to wrap his arms and legs tight around him before he was lifting up on his hands and rolling quickly onto his back. His hands grabbed Blaine’s hips, holding him close to him, keeping his cock buried inside him. Blaine grabbed the headboard, steadying himself, but he still dropped into Kurt’s lap. His head snapped back and he almost screamed at the way Kurt’s cock was pushed right up into him at the most mind-numbing angle.

He didn’t move for a few seconds, just panting and gulping and staring unfocused at the ceiling, feeling Kurt inside him. Kurt’s hands stroked his thighs, sliding up to his hips, down to his knees, back up and round to swipe over his ass. Blaine took a final gasping breath and lifted his head, tilting it forwards. He pressed shaking hands into Kurt’s chest, shifted his legs so they sat a little wider around Kurt’s hips, and raised himself up. Kurt’s fingers held onto him, wrapped around his sides, keeping him steady. Blaine was grateful for them, as he wasn’t sure he had the strength in his quaking muscles to do this alone. He lifted himself as high as he could, until he felt the head of Kurt’s cock near his rim. He looked down, locking eyes with Kurt, and dropped himself.

Something shattered in both of them. Kurt growled and his eyes rolled back into his head. Blaine let out an animalistic bark of a sound, barely holding himself upright. It was so much, almost too much, and the edge was the perfection. He was full to the brim; Kurt was rubbing against that spot inside him that made the world blur around the edges and shimmer like heat on the air. He could hardly stand it.

Kurt’s fingers dug into his skin and Blaine took the hint, raising up again, falling more quickly this time. He did it again, and again, his pace picking up until he was bouncing in Kurt’s lap, the head of Kurt’s cock slamming against his prostate each time. Kurt was moaning beneath him, a string of endless, break-less sound. Blaine didn’t know if it was real any more. He couldn’t conceptualise existence outside the two of them, outside of their movements, the steady pound and pull and press of their bodies.

When Kurt’s fingers slid around his cock, Blaine knew he was gone. A few short pulls from Kurt’s hand and he was crying out, ass clenching as he spilled across Kurt’s stomach in thick, white streaks. He fell forwards, chest sliding against Kurt’s. Kurt gripped his hips and started slamming up into him in desperate, jerking snaps. It was only a few seconds before he was stilling, pulling Blaine tight against his body and coming inside him. Blaine closed his eyes at the sensation, how he could feel Kurt’s come spurting into his body.

They lay still, chest to chest, breathing slowing in tandem. Blaine mouthed half-kisses against Kurt’s skin. He could feel Kurt softening inside him, so he was a little prepared when he tilted Blaine’s hips up and slid gently out of him. He still whined at the unexpected loss, muscles clenching around nothing. Kurt stroked his back through it, pressing kisses to his temple.

They still didn’t try to stir from their positions. Blaine was wrapped over Kurt, muscles too loose to move by themselves. They drifted for what felt like hours, toeing the edge of consciousness. Blaine would occasionally slip under, then resurface to Kurt’s heat all around him. At one point, he blinked, feeling an unplaceable sensation between his legs. He whimpered in confusion and Kurt shushed him. He slid Blaine’s body off his, setting him on his front on the bed and sliding down his back. Blaine didn’t know what was happening until Kurt’s tongue lapped at the inside of his thigh. He shivered, but let Kurt clean him up with his tongue. He hissed at the swipe of wet heat over his entrance, so good but just too much. Kurt stroked his leg, tongue still working him over.

The overwhelming sensation was gone. Kurt lay down beside him, a hand on the small of his back. Blaine smiled at him, bliss shining out of his eyes. Kurt pressed a kiss to his lips, chaste and short-lived. Blaine’s eyelids fluttered closed. Everything was so heavy, so warm.

“I love you,” he heard Kurt whisper. Then, “You’re so beautiful.”

He made a small noise in the back of his throat. He tried to communicate every feeling of love and rightness he had within him at that moment through the tiny sound. Kurt seemed to understand: Blaine felt the brush of lips against his again. An arm snaked over his back and a forehead pressed against his own. He revelled in it, the silent contentment of it, and let it carry him into sleep.

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“Blaine.”

Blaine hummed. Seven letters, ‘discontent’.

“Blaine.” Kurt’s voice was right behind him now and Blaine could hear the tension in it. He dropped his pen, spinning to face his husband. “Blaine, what are these?” He held the papers up and Blaine caught sight of the heading.

“Kurt. Kurt, no, they’re… they’re not.”

“Oh, they’re not divorce papers? Because that’s sure as hell what they look like.” He threw the papers onto the table and they scattered. Blaine sprang to his feet, trying to hold Kurt’s arms, but he pulled away. “How long have you been thinking about this?”

“Kurt—”

“Were just waiting out your time of confinement? Is this why we avoid the kids topic, because you thought you wouldn’t be here? We’ve been married for ten years, Blaine. A goddamn decade!”

“Yes, we have,” Blaine yelled. “And in that decade I thought you might have learned to hear me out before you jump to conclusions!”

“What other conclusion could I possibly draw from divorce papers?”

Blaine flopped back into his chair and put his face in his hands. “Maybe that I got them for you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t… I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know if you’d want to stay now that you don’t have to. I thought I’d… Just in case.” He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. “I don’t want you to leave me,” he croaked, voice breaking.

Kurt’s hand fluttered over Blaine’s back, wanting to press down and comfort him. He drew it back and wrapped his arm around his own waist. “Why did you get them?”

Blaine dropped his head forwards, fingers gripping into his hair. “Because I knew you wouldn’t. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t get them. I didn’t want to trap you here because you’re being kind or… or anything like that. I love you, but if you asked me to let you go, I would, if it would make you happy.”

“Blaine.” Kurt dropped into the seat next to him with a heavy sigh. He pushed back the hair behind Blaine’s ear, fingertips lingering around the shell. “I still wonder sometimes how I got you. Out of everyone I could have been married to, how did I end up with the most kind-hearted, beautiful gay man in the whole country?” He shuffled forwards, resting his cheek against the back of Blaine’s shoulder. He looked out at the kitchen, one of the reasons they had chosen the apartment. It was full of light, the windows carving great swathes of sunshine over the wood floors and granite countertops. It was part of everything they had built together, and Kurt’s heart physically ached at the thought of losing all of that. “Is that why – last night, is that why?”

“Partially. It sounds awful when I put it that way, but a part of me just wanted to be yours, you know? I wanted a last memory of completely belonging to you, of having experienced everything I could with you if – if I was going to lose you.”

Kurt’s arm slipped around Blaine’s back; he kissed his shoulder. “Stop talking like that. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” His other arm wrapped around Blaine’s stomach and his hands linked so he was hugging Blaine close. “I’m never going to say goodbye to you.”

Blaine’s hand settled over Kurt’s, thumb stroking over the knuckles. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t. And I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like that.” He swayed them a little from side to side. “You know me and my hot head.”

Blaine laughed, the sound fracturing out into the sunlight from the windows, brightening the air. “Want to follow tradition?”

“What’s that?”

“Well, there’s a pile of papers I never want to see again on this table, and a convenient box of matches in one of these drawers.”

Kurt laughed. “Oh, Blaine, you know me so well.”

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They spent the day looking through boxes of old photographs. Kurt pulled them out of the cupboard and sat in the middle of the living room floor, flicking through them. Blaine wrapped himself around his back, knees either side of him, arms around his waist, and they remembered the story that went with each one. Some left them in stitches, gasping; others made Kurt tilt his head back and give Blaine a lazy, happy kiss.

They slipped into bed with their mouths already pressing desperately together, knowing what they needed. Kurt pulled Blaine on top of him, arms curving up around his shoulders. “Let me tonight,” he mumbled, teeth pulling on Blaine’s ear.

“But—”

“I need you tonight. Please.”

Blaine nodded, huffing out a heavy breath. He picked up the bottle from the bedside table, pushing Kurt’s knees apart. He kissed him, stretching him out like he had so many times before.

“Does it feel different?” Kurt whispered, eyes closed and a tiny frown between his eyebrows as Blaine pressed two fingers inside him.

“What?”

“After a while. This. When I—” he gasped—“when I did this to you, it was the most – the most amazing feeling. Does that change?”

Blaine kissed his forehead, twisted his fingers inside him so Kurt’s legs twitched. “Never.”

Kurt smiled, pressing back against him. “Now, Blaine.”

Blaine wanted to protest, but he knew Kurt wouldn’t say it unless he was sure he could take it. He drew back, feeling Kurt’s breath shudder against his neck. “Turn over.”

Kurt whined and scrambled onto his front. He raised himself up onto his knees, face in the pillows. He spread his knees and pushed his ass high, but Blaine pressed a hand to his back, lowering him back onto the bed. “No. Like this,” he said, laying his chest across Kurt’s back.

When he entered him like that, Kurt got it. Blaine was everywhere – all over him, around him, inside him, breathing in his ear and pressing kisses to the back of his neck. The pace was languid, the strokes long, and Kurt felt himself settling into a haze of lust and sex and adoration. Blaine was murmuring things into his hair, kissing across his shoulders, and pushing into him, stopping each time, as deep as he could. He would hold them there, nudging Kurt towards the edge of a precipice before he moved again.

Blaine’s arms slipped under his chest. Kurt didn’t realise what was happening until Blaine was rolling onto his back, taking Kurt with him. They lay like that for a few seconds, breathing hard, still joined. He leaned his head back and was given an open-mouthed kiss in return. Blaine started to move his hips again, just tiny little pushes, barely moving inside him. Kurt kissed his neck, an idea forming in his mind. He reached out, tangling his hands with Blaine’s, and pushed himself up. Blaine made a displeased noise, wanting the closeness back, but Kurt ignored him. He rode Blaine for a few thrusts, enough to make him groan, then reached a hand out.

Blaine saw him grab the lube and made to pull out, trying to think ahead. Kurt squeezed his hand, though, and told him to stop. He squirted some of the liquid onto his fingers, warming it up. His back was to Blaine, so he couldn’t see what he was doing. Kurt smiled. He reached behind Blaine’s knees, drawing them up a little so his legs were bent, feet resting wide apart on the bed. Kurt cast a glance over his shoulder to find Blaine staring at him confusion. He laughed and turned away.

Kurt’s fingers brushed over Blaine’s entrance and Blaine cried out. “Kurt, you’re crazy.”

“Good crazy?”

“Such good crazy, don’t stop.”

Kurt did as he was told, pushing one finger into Blaine all the way and just holding it there for a second. He could see Blaine’s legs shaking, toes curling and uncurling in the sheets. He knew this wouldn’t last long – Blaine would be far too over-stimulated to hold himself together.

He thrust his finger in hard and Blaine’s hips bucked. Kurt’s head dropped forwards and he groaned, but he was nothing compared to Blaine. He grabbed Kurt’s hips, back arching. Kurt started pumping his finger, relieved when Blaine took over his part, lifting Kurt’s hips and guiding him back down. Their movements matched up and Kurt could just hear Blaine falling to pieces behind him. He pulled out and pressed back in with two fingers, looking over his shoulder. Blaine’s face was screwed up, mouth open as he moaned. He looked wrecked. Kurt’s stomach twisted up.

He grabbed his cock and started stroke himself hard, fingers fucking faster into Blaine. Blaine yelled, fingers bruising Kurt’s hips as he thrust harder, trying to push into the heat around his cock and back onto the glorious pressure of Kurt’s fingers all at once. It was all too much and he could feel the heat building up low in his belly, rolling up through his body. He choked out Kurt’s name, trying to communicate something to him, but he couldn’t get it out. Everything was blinding white light and heat and he was gone, tripping and falling over the edge and screaming Kurt’s name. He could feel Kurt clenching around him, spilling across his thigh. He could hear him yelling out as Blaine continued to press into him in hard, slowing thrusts.

When he stopped at last, Kurt fell back onto his chest. Blaine slipped from him, feeling the emptiness where Kurt’s fingers had been. His head lolled to the side, vision coming back in spots. Kurt snuffled, nosing against Blaine’s neck. He gripped Blaine’s arm and rolled them, laying them side by side with Blaine pressed up against his back. He drew Blaine’s arm across his stomach.

After unnameable time, Blaine could feel his mind slotting back into place, picking up the trailing parts and gathering them back into cohesion. Kurt was breathing softly beside him, eyes closed, but Blaine knew he wasn’t asleep. He pressed dry lips to the back of his neck, breathing in the scent of his skin. “We have to stop this.”

Kurt groaned, fingers flexing over Blaine’s hand which was lying against his stomach. “What?”

“This. Having such amazing sex.”

“Why would we ever stop doing that?”

“It’s only been ten years, Kurt. We’ve got a whole lifetime ahead of us and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have a heart attack before we get even halfway.”

A laugh rumbled up in Kurt’s chest, growing until he was chuckling in Blaine’s arms. “Oh, god, you’re such a tool.”

“A loveable tool?”

“Just… oh, just shut up and sleep, will you? I need you well-rested before I fuck you again.” Blaine immediately started snoring, loud and obnoxious in Kurt’s ear. Kurt laughed even more, slapping his arm. “Stop it.” Blaine’s snores grew in volume and Kurt squealed, reaching up behind him to wrap an arm around Blaine’s neck. “Stop!”

Blaine chuckled, relenting, and kissed his shoulder. “Really, though, I don’t know how you’re going to top that.”

“Oh, I have a few ideas.” Kurt snuggled back into Blaine chest, drawing their hands up to his mouth to press kisses to Blaine’s knuckles.

“Care to share?”

He shook his head. “No, no, you just sleep for now. You’ve got a whole lifetime to find out.”