I'm too hot. That's the first not dream related though I have. That's what woke me up, I'm too hot. My brain is still very much confused by sleep but the warmth is almost unbearable. As I slowly try to process the world around me I also feel something heavy on me. It's heavy, hot and firm. I'm so out of things, my brain is still foggy and the room is still dark, it must be early. The weight is not actually on me, more surrounding me, clenching to my middle and I suddenly remember. Blaine. Blaine, my still very new boyfriend is in my bed, spooning me from behind with his arm over my hips pressing me into him and … Oh!  With burning cheeks I realize what it wrong with this picture. There, against my back is the unknown and yet unmistakable form of Blaine's ... penis. Cock? Dick? I don't even know how to think about it, every word feels weird and vulgar.

I try to calm down. This is normal. We had a sleep-over last night; watched Mary Poppins because Blaine is obsessed with it, took turn in the bathroom and went to bed. We kissed for a little bit but not too heavy because we're still new at this. And we spooned. It had been kind of a struggle to fit together and to both be comfortable but we finally had found a way with Blaine as the little spoon since he is smaller than I am. My brain is still trying to understand the situation, what can I say, I'm slow in the morning and it is way too early. Obviously we both moved during the night and Blaine ended up spooning me. So far so good. And we are teenage boys, we don't really have control over our body so it's not Blaine's fault if he has morning-wood. I blush harder just thinking about it. I just have to get out of Blaine's tight embrace and pretend it never happened. I'm kind of mortified.

Very slowly and careful to not wake him up, I lift Blaine's arm from my waist and move my hips further away. There is a sort of grunt from behind me and Blaine presses his hip further into my back, his crotch rutting a little against my ass. God why does he have to be such a cuddle whore! I am ready to try and move further away when I realized just how close from the edge of the bed I am and sure, as I throw my head back to look past Blaine's form, I can see most of the bed, empty.

I am now fully awake and I seriously consider getting up to go sleep on the free side of the bed but I suddenly realize what would happen if Blaine woke up, how embarrassing for both of us… I can't move. I decide to try and go back to sleep and force my brain to ignore the firm press of a certain something against my ass.

I must have drifted off a moment because I am woken up again by movements. Oh God Blaine… There is no doubts about what's happening, my brain is fully awake now, no mistake possible. Blaine is slowly rubbing against me, his crotch going back and force against my ass and I can feel the friction of the two layers of closing. My face is now so red and hot I'm pretty such it glows. My boyfriend; my sweet, non-pressuring, dapper boyfriend is trusting against me shamelessly. And I have absolutely no idea what to do! I can't wake him, I have no ways to make him stop and I also can't stop my own traitorous body to react. This is all so scary, confusing and in the same time it's not. It feels good and it feels right. Righter than I thought anything sex related would ever feel.

Behind me the form of Blain's body is compact and warm, comforting; I can feel his breath on my neck and the sound of his steady breathing is like the soft sound of wind in my ear. His arm is wrapped over my like a blanket and he is holding me close, his hand on my chest. I have never felt more at peace with the world, like I have found my place.

Those sweet thoughts are suddenly whipped away when a soft groan echoing in the silence of the early morning makes my mind go blank. Oh God, Blaine are you trying to kill me?! I can tell that his breath is starting to get quicker and soft sounds escape from his lips when he breaths out. The sound, right in my ear is putting me in a sort of a trance, it's electrifying and I can feel arousal take over me slowly. Blaine his pulling me even closer so there is no place left between us, his nose is now pressed against my neck, its cold tip on my warm skin makes a shiver run down my spine. I am not sure if I am dreaming this or if his is the reality and I am not even sure I want to know. I am not the master of my own body; the hit and the slow rhythm of Blaine's trust against my back are driving me out of my body. I arch my back against him a little to chasse the feeling and the pants is back in my ear. I want to hear that sound for all my life, God I must be insane? This is insane!

We are soon rocking back and forth slowly against one another. I can't say if Blaine is even awake by now, I can't even tell if I am awake… The soft and breathy moans fill the air and I can't say who they are from. The drag of Blaine's crotch against my ass is so nice. It's not a clear pleasure but the intimacy of it is overwhelming. And I get lost in the feelings and sensations that run through my body.

“…huuum ‘urt” Blaine's voice is broken ad throaty, half way between sleep talking and moaning. The pace increases progressively the trust being more forceful and deliberate. The wet drag of a mouth settles on my neck just behind my ear and I know some of the groans must be mine. Blaine kisses my neck slowly and messily and I am sure my brain has short circuited. Lazily, the hand that was resting on my chest starts to move and caress me tenderly. It goes down and down until it's resting on the hard shape pointing out of my trousers. And …oh God I could die. It feels so god and yet not enough, I don't know if I am in hell or in heaven. I know now that Blaine is awake and well aware of what we are doing but neither of us dares to speak in the fear of braking the moment. I know I can't, I can't even think about what we are doing or I'll die from embarrassment. I'm already too far gone and with the feeling of Blaine's hand rubbing on me I have a very clear idea on how this is going to end, and how fast it will end. Behind me Blaine's trust have speed up yet again and he is moaning sweet nonsense into my ear, a mixture of “so good”, “God Kurt”, “faster” and “feel amazing” that enchant my brain and my heart and make my even more desperate.  The trusts become irregular and with a soft “oh…” sound Blaine's body freeze and tense up then shudder when he finds his release. I am already close, oh so close and the feeling, sounds and sudden realization of Blaine orgasm I start rutting shamelessly into his hand still curved on me. Everything is good and electric and sharp and I feel the hit in my lower belly spread like wildfire before everything explode and I am coming in my pajama pants against Blaine's hand. It's like an electric shock and then my whole body relaxes against the firm shape of Blaine. The strong arm comes back on my chest and the soft kisses on my neck start again. I don't know what to say, I don't want to say anything, there are no words for what we have done. The thought of its meaning alone makes my head spin and my heart lip. A soft giggle caresses the shell of my ear and Blaine murmurs “good morning”. I can feel his smile on my skin and all I can do is let the brightest grin brake on my face. I guess it is indeed a good morning.