Blaine shifted slightly, bringing his knee to rest against Kurt’s thigh. Despite the layers of seersucker and denim still separating their skin, the movement felt particularly intimate as Kurt’s thighs were not on the list of approved places to touch before now. His brain was beginning to believe this was actually happening enough to allow his body to act. Blaine’s muscles – conditioned to hold back around other men, to hover inches away, to overcome any surges of hormones – were slowly pushing through the layers of ingrained restraint.

Another novelty helping to cement the reality of imminent sex was that Kurt had removed not one, but two, layers of clothing in Blaine’s presence. Blaine was pretty sure that he, nor anyone he knew, had ever witnessed Kurt removing an article of clothing that was not considered outerwear. This was a private Kurt, a wanton Kurt with his sleeve rucked up and his guard down. Blaine slid his hand along the newly discovered territory of Kurt’s upper arm, pushing up the sleeve of his T-shirt even further. The skin he encountered was unsurprisingly supple until, a split second later, goosebumps erupted. Blaine briskly rubbed Kurt’s deltoid for a moment and then lightly grasped Kurt’s wrist where it lay against his bare shoulder. He tucked his middle finger underneath and rested it gently along the veins there, believing he could feel Kurt’s heartbeat but knowing it was probably his own imagination.

“Are you cold?” Blaine said softly. He rubbed his nose against Kurt’s, invoking a smile.

“No, silly. That was because of you.” Kurt lifted his hand to emphatically poke Blaine in the shoulder.

“Oh!” A smile overtook Blaine’s face at his ability to elicit a reaction from Kurt’s body. He met Kurt’s hand, entwining their fingers and gently pulling Kurt’s arm, so that he tipped forward and was leaning into Blaine’s chest. Warmth from Kurt’s palm seeped through his tank top. Kurt grazed his thumb along Blaine’s chest, causing his nipples to constrict. Blaine was already well aware, due to the growing tightness of his underwear, that he did not have the monopoly on triggering involuntary bodily responses.

Suddenly, everything was happening quicker than Blaine could process it. One moment, Kurt’s fingers were skittering just under the hem of his tank top, teasing the idea of sliding beneath it, and the next moment, the fabric was pushed up to his armpits. The digits traced along the ridges of his ribs and glided into the valleys next to his hip bones. He pressed the pad of his thumb hard into the groove there, causing Blaine’s gasp to fill the room and his hips to buck. Kurt’s hand moved a few more inches south and his fingers dipped under Blaine’s waistband. With feline reflexes, Blaine grabbed his wrist.

“Wait.”

Kurt immediately pulled his hand away. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing – I just need a moment to absorb this.”

Kurt bent over and pressed the side of his head to Blaine’s chest, nuzzling slightly and listening to his heart pound.

“Kurt?”

“Mmm?”

“You’re absolutely sure you’re ready? Because we don’t have to.”

Kurt lifted his head and met Blaine’s eyes. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Without hesitation, he tucked his hand down into Blaine’s briefs, but the angle was awkward and the pants prevented any movement.

“You’re going to have to take these off.” Kurt removed his hand and worked on the button.

“Oh, am I now?” Blaine teased. “Only if you do, too.”

A split second flash across Kurt’s face betrayed his qualms with nudity, and Blaine didn’t miss it.

“Come here.” Blaine said, sitting up. He swung his legs over the edge and stood next the bed, holding his hand out for Kurt’s. Their palms slotted together as Kurt joined him on his feet. Blaine quickly pulled his tank top off and tossed it onto the bed before sliding his arms around Kurt to pull him against his skin. As Kurt’s hands slid from his shoulders to his lower back, Blaine’s own fingers pushed Kurt’s shirt up slightly, just a few inches, so that a band of soft skin met his own bare stomach.

Kurt gasped softly at the contact and pressed himself against Blaine more intently, letting Blaine feel his arousal for the first time. He dragged Kurt’s shirt further up, sliding against the smoothness of Kurt’s skin.

“You feel so good. Can I take your shirt off?”

Kurt nodded, biting his bottom lip slightly. Blaine grabbed the hem and gently tugged it over Kurt’s head, being careful to minimize the impact on Kurt’s hair. He tossed it on the bed before resuming the contact between their torsos. Blaine smoothed his hands along Kurt’s back, over his shoulders, and onto his chest where he encountered some scattered hairs.

He leaned in to meet Kurt’s mouth, pressing their lips together softly. After a moment, Kurt renegotiated the kiss from sweet to intense, tilting his head at a greater angle and opening his mouth. Caught in the increasing passion and with his no-touch-zone guard fully down, Blaine’s hips rolled into Kurt and he knew there could be no mistaking his excitement. Kurt returned with a thrust of his own, as he tore his mouth away and let out a shaky breath.

With unsteady hands, Blaine reached down and pushed off his pants and briefs together, stepping out of them and flinging them on the bed. His erection bobbed against his stomach, flushed and slightly curved. Their eyes flicked up to meet and Kurt reached out, his fingers just tentatively brushing the skin and veins on the underside at first, then slipping around the shaft to grip it.

“Let me see you.” Blaine intoned breathily into Kurt’s ear, clinging to his shoulder.

Kurt stood still, watching Blaine’s face closely, as Blaine undid the jeans. He paused before opening them to press his hand against the bulge through the fabric. Kurt pushed back against the pressure of his hand with a slight groan. Dropping to his knees, Blaine hooked his fingers into Kurt’s waistband and pulled the denim to the floor. He stroked down Kurt’s calves and lifted one foot to release it from the fabric before freeing the other one. Almost unconsciously, Blaine folded the pants and placed them on the corner of the bed, where he noticed Kurt’s vest and shirts. He quickly folded those too and placed them in a stack.

He returned to his feet and met Kurt’s face, finding it unexpectedly filled with adoration.

“What?”

“I can’t believe you just folded my clothes.”

“Well, you hate wrinkles!”

“And I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Kurt reached down, letting his underwear drop to a pool on the floor.

“Good. Now let’s have sex.”