"God, Kurt!"

The wall felt exceptionally cool against my back, but it was actually kind of nice against my skin. I was on fire and the source was the luscious pink mouth of my sweet boyfriend. Said mouth was currently occupied - he had me balls deep in it.

Now, I know I shouldn't be so crass...but you try seeing what I'm seeing - a dance-toned man, naked save a towel, hair damp and twined in your fingers, cheeks rosy with lust and his sexy-ass lips stretched tight around your wanting - no - needing cock. Try it. You'll have filthy thoughts, too.

It's amazing how we got here. It has been three weeks of listening to Kurt like I hadn't before. Finding out more, asking, getting closer than we already were. Three weeks of stolen hallway kisses, longer and longer moments in his living room and then - stealing time while no one was home to find out more about each other's desires. The first time he unzipped my jeans I almost lost it right there. I had never been touched under any of my clothes; most definitely not anywhere near my penis. But Kurt was loving and so damn good at pleasing me that nervous energy instantly dissolved into this crazy lust that has warped my thoughts for the past week.

Now. I am not a whore boy by any stretch of the imagination, but the absolute trust, love, and need that Kurt and I had built over the past 6 months had definitely come to a head...pardon the pun.

So here we are...after rushing home to shower after Nationals practice, squeaky clean...and apparently looking to get messy. Kurt had started it. After he moseyed into his room in nothing but a towel lazily teasing, "You like it." Bitch. I had showered like a good responsible person, taking my time and respecting our boundaries when he just opened the door to the bathroom.

"Oh. You're not through?" he tittered innocently.

Innocent my ass. There I was, dripping wet, barely toweled.

"I will never, ever get tick of seeing Naked Blaine," he sighed as he crept toward me, wicked little grin in place, and bent to whisper, "Come with me." His lips grazed my ear, teeth nipping. Ungh.

Holy shit was I hard. I mean, towel no longer required as nothing was hidden anymore.

I was expecting to work his gorgeous white skin over with my mouth but as I followed him to his room I found myself pressed to the wall (pretty forcibly for someone as thin as my boyfriend I might add) and my nipples had been assaulted by lips, tongue, and teeth...while having my towel unceremoniously torn away, my cock bouncing off my stomach.

And it was fucking hot. So much for being responsible.

Which leads us to where we are. Me getting exceptionally exquisite head from the boy of my dreams, and trying to tell him what I really want...even if it is risky at this point. Will he think it's too soon? In my mind I'm begging for him to say yes...but I don't even know how to ask.

The room is filled with the tell-tall sounds of oral sex...the occasional moan or guttural sound from me; wet sounds emanating below my waist.

Kurt stopped suddenly, his piercing blue eyes looking straight into me.

"Do you...do you like it?"

I did a double take. What? For real? I know he knows - his fucking beautifuly cut cock has been in my mouth TWICE this week - but I also know it's nice to hear that what you're doing is fan-fucking-tastic so...

"I love it when you please me, Kurt. I can feel you fucking everywhere."

...except where I want you...which I can't say. Rejection would be too hard.

But then he surprises me.

"Um, Blaine. I want to please you...more. Can I try?"

I say nothing...just pull that gorgeous body to me and push my tongue into his swollen mouth, moving with him, grinding my engorged dick against the conspicuous bulge in his towel.

"I...uh...I'll take that as a 'yes'," he breathes into my mouth, "So...then...turn around."

If I thought I was hard before was positively granite now. I've done reading. I've played around in the shower before. I know what I like...was he going to do what I can't bring myself to ask for?

I look into his eyes and search for a moment - seeing definite lust - but also pure and simple love. For me. He will never hurt me. Not gonna lie - glad I did some dapper trimming this morning (if you catch my drift).

So I slowly turn my body toward the room, back to my boyfriend and I wait. His gentle touch on my back makes me shiver, and I feel him guiding me to his (impeccably neat) bed. Tossing the comforter to the floor, he pushes me facedown onto the cream-colored sheets. I turn my head so I can breath and feel his fingertips slowly travel the topography of my back.

Lower.
Lower.

Then I let out a breath I don't know I'm holding because it's not gentle fingertips I feel but his unmistakable mouth on my lower spine. Tongue on the rise of muscle that marks my ass. Kisses, licks, and his fingers gently massaging, leading to the place I couldn't ask him to go.

And I groan because he's massaged both muscles apart to expose the last part of me he hasn't touched...and then...then...

I am writhing against the sheets, grabbing fistfuls and moaning unintelligible sounds as Kurt devours my asshole. He flicks his tongue with decided grace, stretching, teasing, entering me, fucking me with his tongue and I'm muttering his name over and over and sprinting towards an orgasm that threatens to envelope me.

Dragons. Kittens. Girl's vaginas. Ok...there it is. Whoa, boy.

"Kurt?" muffled from the sheets.

There's an abrupt stop to the delicious pleasure behind me, and I turn over swiftly.

He looks a bit crestfallen and stutters, "I'm...I'm so sorry. I thought...I don't know...I thought you'd like it. It's something I read and..."

I put my fingers on his battered lips to shush him. Now or never, they say. Courage. Isn't that what I had said?

"It's not that Kurt," Relief. His blue eyes shone. "I love it. I love you. I love everything about you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you sing, who you are. You are worth waiting for. Worth finding. You are amazing."

Damn. Teary. Oops on that.

"You are...incredibly talented at pleasing me, Kurt. And I love pleasing you. I want to please us both...I want...Kurt...Um..."

I just couldn't look at him. I couldn't ask. So I looked at the forgotten comforter instead.

"Blaine. Blaine."

Fuck.

Fingertips on my chin, pulling me up. Those blue eyes piercing me again.

"Blaine. I love you, to. I have for a very long time. This is just me showing you with my body how much. So ask me. Ask me."

Ungh.

"Kurt? Will you take it? Take my virginity? I don't want anyone else to have it. Kurt...Fuck me, Kurt.

And his mouth all over mine was my answer. My hands gripped his incredibly hot ass (those pants don't lie!), towel long forgotten. Pleasure ripples through me as a hand envelopes my cock, stroking me with scandalous intent.

I push him away and reach for my bag on the floor, unzipping it, and remove condoms and lubricant from my bag.

I glance up at my boyfriend's snarky smile.

"What? I just knew what I wanted!"

And again his mouth.

After some frightfully embarrassing condom application and lubricant appliance, the awkwardness sets in.

"I really, really don't want to hurt you," says my blue-eyed lover.

"Kurt, I've...practiced in the shower. With my hands...and something I bought online..."

There. I said it. Even if Kurt was larger than that...

An audible sigh of relief is my answer, with a mouthful of tongue...and we're back on track.

Kurt's fingers trace my shaft and settle in the entrance to my ass. I can't stop shivering with want, and his eyes are locked on mine as he pushes two prepared fingers in.

Moans. Sounds I've never made, gasps...nothing hurts and everything is Kurt.

"Do you like it?" he whispers urgently...and I can't say anything...I just nod and shut my eyes, feeling, loving.

Oh god, oh god...he starts scissoring them inside me, opening me up, preparing me...his slick fingers evoke strangled words and the walls bounce back my lustful pleasure. And then he pulls them out.

I whimper my protest, but then I open my eyes to see my beautiful naked man standing above me at the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wider to get closer, positioning himself to take what's already his. I'm sure many people would've thought this would be the opposite...I never thought I could ask him to take me. But he's all man...and he's about to prove it to me.

"Blaine...just tell me if..."

I can hear the barely restrained desire in his voice, trying to make it all right.

So I break it.

"Fucking take me, Kurt."

And with that he's pushing, pushing...and yeah, it's rough at first...but I concentrate all of myself to opening up to him and taking him whole.

"Blaine...Blaine...Blaine..."

My name from those lips, hurried, frenzied whisper...never fucking sexier.

And he's all the way in.

Perfectly still, Kurt stares into my eyes...and I can see the tears.

"You..feel...so...fucking...good."

And I can't take it.

"Fuck me Kurt, I'm yours."

A fantastic moan runs from the lips I love and he jerks his hips back...and I'm undone.

His left hand holds my hip, his right is leverage on my left shoulder and he begins to rail me with abandon.

I will never know all we say...

"Oh my god...so tight...so fucking hot...Blaine, Blaine...sofuckinggood...."

"Yes! Yes! Kurt! So...deep...ungh..."

"ohmygodohmygodfuckfuckyouaresofuckingmine!"

At some point he shifts up and hits that sweet spot and I feel fireworks in my blood.

"Kurt! KURT! Right THERE! Jesusfuck! Don't stop fucking me!"

His high moans and unintelligible keening are my answer and suddenly I've cum between us, racking our bodies with my explosive fucking orgasm.

"Kurt...Kurt...I'm cumming! ohmygod I'm cumming!"

And my ass feels tighter still as my muscles clench his cock in time to my orgasm.

"Blaine...Blaine..." he sobs my name out and takes me harder still. "I'm going to...I'm going to..."

Nothing. No noise, just fucking pure joy radiating out from my fantastic lover as he convulses over me.

And then it's over, and my amazing boy is lying on top of me, sweaty and hot as hell.

"Well.." he purrs into my chest, "I guess the showers were a moot point."

And we giggle at each other, his eyes shining.

His fingers dance into my hair as he looks up at me.

"I love you Blaine Anderson."

And the tears spill over. From my eyes and his.

I love you, Kurt Hummel. Always."

And I kiss his tears away.