The Sex Thing

'Kurt… we need to talk.'

This being his first real relationship, Kurt may have had a lot to learn but he knew one thing for sure – when your significant other utters those words, it's never good.

He held up the TV remote and McDreamy's craggy yet still reasonably handsome face paused mid-frown. Turning to his boyfriend, he steeled himself for the worst. Things had been rather tense between the two of them lately, and he knew part of the blame for that fell on him. Looking into Blaine's gorgeous brown eyes, he was reminded once again why he fell for the Warbler's lead singer in the first place. Those full lips, the perfect set of his jaw, the dark, thick wavy hair that even now, six months down the line, practically screamed for Kurt to run his fingers through… The only problem was, that brow he loved was set in an expression of consternation. Or was that frustration?

'Look…' stammered Kurt, 'I know things haven't been perfect lately, but I've been so busy with mid-terms and practicing for regionals at the same time… I promise once those are out of the way, we'll go on a real date to celebrate our anniversary…'

Blaine bit his lower lip. 'It's not the time we haven't been spending together that's been bothering me, Kurt,' he began. 'I know you're busy… And I wouldn't want to interrupt your preparation for regionals, I know how important it is that the New Directions win this year.'

Kurt shook his head, confused. 'So then… what is it?'

Blaine sighed. 'You're going to think I've got a one track mind. Or that I'm pressuring you…'

'It's the sex thing, isn't it?' Kurt blurted, feeling his cheeks start to burn and hating himself for it. In the entire six months of their relationship, the most intimate they'd gotten was lying on Blaine's bed together, half un-dressed (the top half) kissing and exploring each other's bodies with their hands. Whenever Blaine tried to push it that one step further it had never ended well. Like the time he kissed his way down Kurt's body and unzipped his pants, ready to go down on him. Kurt had jumped up like a jack-in-the-box, almost taking Blaine's eye out with the tag on his zipper in the process!

Blaine looked sheepish. 'I don't want to seem pushy… it's just that I…' He sighed and looked down at his hands as if the right words were written there; then found the courage to face his boyfriend again.

'I just… really want you, Kurt. You have no idea how much.'

Kurt suddenly found the air in the room much too thick to breathe. 'I want you, too,' he replied, his voice sounding a little strange and reedy.

'So, what do you think? I mean… can we go a little further this time? Not all the way – not if you're not ready. I just…' Blaine's words faltered again as he reached out and stroked Kurt's cheek with the tips of his fingers. 'I just want to make you feel good. That's all.'

Kurt gulped. Well, how can a guy say no to that, he wondered? 'Okay.'

Barely had the word left his lips before Blaine's were on them with firm but gentle pressure. Kurt loved kissing Blaine more than anything else – except maybe singing. The performer in him wouldn't give away that top spot on his list of pastimes, not even to Blaine's best knee-weakening, breath-taking, thigh-quivering kiss. And this one was right up there with the best of them!

Kurt found himself sinking against the back of the sofa in his room, Blaine taking control of proceedings in that masculine way of his, hovering over him as he worked the buttons of Kurt's designer shirt open, one by one. Kurt responding by delving a hand into Blaine's silky, dark head of curls as he kissed back, hungrily. He felt one of Blaine's warm hands over his heart, skin on skin, and almost on cue, his pulse began to pick up the pace. Blaine's palm brushed his nipple and headed south, skirting over Kurt's stomach and navel as if it couldn't wait to get to its final destination.

At the thought of being touched there, Kurt almost called a halt to proceedings before remembering that he'd given Blaine what amounted to a promise that he'd let things go further than they'd ever gone before. He couldn't back out now. And as Blaine's full lips travelled from his mouth to the ticklish skin below his left ear, Kurt found he didn't want it tostop. A strange, warm, fluttering feeling was gathering momentum in the pit of his stomach. It spread to his hips and the inside of his thighs as Blaine began to kiss his way downward, unzipping his pants and slipping a hand inside, over the thin cotton of Kurt's Calvin Klein boxers. Kurt closed his eyes and tried to relax, something he was never very good at when it came to making out. He always got so tense and insecure that eventually his hang-ups would win out, and he'd push Blaine away. Not this time. No, he was determined to ride this out; see where it went. The combination of his boyfriend's skilled lips and playful hand were making his body feel like the butterfly hothouse at the zoo. Kurt's lips felt dry so he licked them, just as Blaine's tongue found his nipple, sending a jolt of delicious electricity down the length of Kurt's spine. The hand snuck its way under the waistband of Kurt's boxers, curling around his shaft and squeezing gently. Kurt let out a shuddery breath. Blaine's dark, curly head moved further down, kissing Kurt's hot skin slowly and tantalisingly as the hand caressed and squeezed his penis. Kurt could hardly believe how good it felt. Why had it taken him so long to allow things to progress this far? All the time he'd wasted, being timid and insecure. It seemed stupid, now.

All Blaine had wanted was to make him feel like… this.

Kurt realised his breathing had become ragged. The fluttery feeling in his stomach and thighs had intensified, and now his very nerve-endings were singing. Every muscle fibre tensed as Blaine released him from his cotton boxers and took the head of Kurt's penis in his warm, wet mouth, swirling his tongue against the tip. Kurt let out a low moan. Blaine responded by taking him in deeper, his lips folding around Kurt's shaft, forming a seal. Then he began to suck, and Kurt arched his back, his orgasm ripping through him with pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He felt himself come into Blaine's mouth, but his boyfriend didn't recoil from it – much to Kurt's delight, he received every drop.

When he was done, Blaine sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a sheepish grin turning a corner of those luscious lips upward and making Kurt's already racing heart hurt. God he's gorgeous, Kurt thought. And he likes me. Maybe even loves me. How did that happen?

'What?' Kurt asked, when he was finally able to form words between heaving respirations. 'What are you grinning at?'

'You,' said Blaine, affectionately. 'You were so worried about letting go; losing control. I don't know why. You've literally got nothing to worry about.' He relaxed his shoulder against the back of the sofa and watched as Kurt put himself to rights in that prim, proper manner Blaine was used to (and privately, always got a kick out of).

'What do you mean?' Kurt asked; those wide blue-grey eyes of his finally working up the nerve to meet Blaine's brown ones.

'You sounded so sexy.' Blaine told him. 'The way you were breathing… It really turned me on.'

If possible, Kurt's eyes got even wider. 'You're… turned on… by my sex noises?'

'Of course; silly!' Blaine laughed, nudging Kurt on the shoulder. 'It's how I knew I was on the right track! Hey, if you were just sitting there, limp, I'd have to step up my game, wouldn't I?'

'I… I guess so.'

'So' said Blaine, putting his hand on Kurt's knee suggestively, 'Now that we've gone there, maybe next time we could go a little bit further, still?'

Kurt nodded, breathlessly. Licking his lips nervously, he cleared his throat, and finally gathered the courage to say, 'Why wait til next time?'

The End