The Sex Thing - Part Two

Kurt waited for Blaine at the foot of the stairs at Dalton. Almost a week had passed since their aborted attempt at consummating their relationship. Aborted because Kurt's dad had almost walked in on them! But Carol and Burt were going to be out all night – Kurt knew this, because he'd made sure of it. He'd bought them two tickets to Mellancamp's show in Cleveland, and they'd had to book a hotel room because it would take most of the night to drive back. Not only that, but he'd practically bribed Finn to spend the night at Rachel's. He couldn't wait to tell Blaine that they'd have the house to themselves.

Kurt's heart literally skipped a beat as he watched his boyfriend descend the staircase with that effortless grace he had, almost taking the steps two at a time. Sucking in a deep breath, Kurt put on a smile he hoped didn't look nervous, and let Blaine drape an arm over his shoulders. They exchanged the usual pleasantries, until Kurt could wait no longer. 'You have to come over to my place, tonight,' he blurted. 'Dad and Carol are going to a concert in Cleveland, and Finn's staying with Rachel! You know what that means…' Try as he might, he still couldn't stop his cheeks from burning at the mere thought of what that meant. Blaine stopped in his tracks, blinked, and stared at Kurt. 'Are you sure?'

'Of course I'm sure, silly. I'm ready. I was ready last week, but, well… I guess it just means that now I'm readier,' Kurt said, giving his boyfriend a flirty smile and a wink. It was enough to send colour to Blaine's own cheeks. 'Oh, well… I guess I could skip rehearsal…' he said, but seeing the look on Kurt's face, hastened to add, 'I'm kidding! I had no other plans, really.'

'Serious?'

'I'm serious,' Blaine said, putting both hands over his heart. 'I'm all yours, tonight.'

At that, Kurt had to remind himself to breathe!

When he'd finally waved goodbye to his father and stepmother, and Finn had sailed out the door looking rather spiffy for his own date, Kurt raced around, getting his room ready for his big night. After changing the sheets to new black satin ones he'd just bought, and lighting some candles on his dresser, as well as making sure the side-table was stocked with condoms and lubricant, he stopped, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, hoping that the queasiness in his stomach would settle down before Blaine arrived. Dinner was in the oven but Kurt now regretted making it. He was far too nervous to eat! All he kept doing was checking his watch. Sometimes only a minute would go by before he'd check it again. Finally he took the damn thing off. And then put it right back on.

'Where are you, Blaine?' he asked the empty room, aloud, as seven o'clock ticked by and there was still no sign of his boyfriend. His ears pricked up like an eager dog's, waiting for the sound of Blaine's car coming up the driveway. But each time the car outside passed by, until Kurt was so on edge, he was pacing the room; what if's circling his brain like vultures, feeding on his pain and paranoia. What if he's had an accident? What if he's decided he's really not ready? What if…

There was a knock on the door. Kurt let out a sigh of relief, and practically ran to answer it. Blaine stood on the doorstep, a grease stain on his cheekbone, some unidentified dirt marks on his white shirt, and an apologetic look on his face.

'I'm so sorry, Kurt' he said. 'I headed out here early, but would you believe it, I had a flat tire! I got onto the highway before I had to pull over. I had to change the damn thing myself, too, because my phone battery was dead. So not only could I not call you to tell you I was going to be late and not to worry, I couldn't call for roadside assist…'

Kurt had the security door open and was kissing Blaine before he could finish his explanation. All of his fears of the last half hour evaporated as he tugged on Blaine's shirt, pulling him inside the house without breaking contact for a second.

'Whoa, whoa, whoa,' said Blaine, finally, gently pushing Kurt away. 'Take it easy! We've got all night, remember? Not that I don't appreciate your enthusiasm… but… Do I smell something burning?'

'The quails!' gasped Kurt, and high-tailed it into the kitchen.

Blaine raised an eyebrow. 'Quails?' he repeated. Shaking his head in amusement, he followed Kurt into the kitchen. 'You didn't have to go to any trouble. I could have ordered pizza…'

'Oh, no way,' said Kurt, opening the oven and waving the smoke out of his face. 'Although, from the mess I've made of these, we might have to.'

Blaine winced. 'I had you so worried; you forgot to check dinner, didn't you.'

'No,' lied Kurt. 'You couldn't help it.'

'Hey, I owe you dinner, after this,' said Blaine. 'Although – if you put some Piri piri sauce on those birds, they might pass for Cajun.'

Kurt managed a small smile, but had to face facts – dinner was ruined. The tiny birds weren't just well done, they were cremated.

'Don't worry about it,' Blaine said, crossing the kitchen and drawing Kurt into his arms. 'I love that you went to so much trouble. But really… I'm so nervous I'm not sure I could eat, anyway.'

Kurt met Blaine's eyes and saw that he wasn't just trying to make him feel better. The usually confident Warbler was a jittery mess. Kurt could feel it in the way Blaine's hands trembled on the small of his back. It was reassuring; and sweet at the same time.

'Well,' said Kurt, 'You go and wash up, because you look like you just spent a day helping my dad take apart a car and put it back together – and I'll meet you upstairs.'

Blaine grinned. 'Yes, Sir.'

'Wow' said Blaine as he entered Kurt's bedroom and glanced around at the candles and new sheets, 'You really are prepared.'

'Yep,' said Kurt, from inside his walk-in wardrobe. 'Just call me a Boy Scout.'

Blaine chuckled nervously and sat on the end of the bed, clasping his hands together to stop them from shaking. When that didn't work, he sucked in a breath and blew it out between closed lips, feeling the tension slowly drain from his neck and shoulders. Suddenly there were hands on those shoulders, kneading them with firm pressure, but not so hard that it hurt. 'You looked like you needed it,' said Kurt, and Blaine let himself relax in his boyfriend's capable hands. Closing his eyes, he tried not to think about what he'd come here to do; instead tried to imagine it as just another night, like the many they'd already spent together, without doing the deed. Before he knew what was happening, Kurt's lips were pressed against his neck, and a hand was snaking down to unfasten the top button of his shirt. Blaine didn't try to stop him. It was so unusual for Kurt to take the initiative that he was curious to see where this was going.

'Take this off.' Kurt whispered, moving down to the next button; then the next.

'I thought you were doing a good enough job of that, on your own,' murmured Blaine.

Kurt didn't reply. His other hand joined the first, getting the job done faster, and pulled Blaine's shirt down over his shoulders, tossing it aside like a cheap rag in his eagerness to get his hands on Blaine's bare skin. Kissing his way down Blaine's neck to his shoulder, he breathed in his boyfriend's familiar cologne, the heady scent working like an aphrodisiac, not that Kurt needed one! His hands explored Blaine's chest, feeling the sparse hair springing back up between his fingers as he searched for Blaine's heartbeat; privately thrilled once he did, to find it racing underneath his breastbone. Blaine put a hand over Kurt's, holding it there. Turning his head and leaning back slightly, he met Kurt's lips. They paused over his for the longest time, as if savouring the taste, then moved over his chin and down the side of his neck. Blaine moved Kurt's hand down his torso, encouraging him to get more daring in his exploration. But soon Kurt's hand was moving of its own volition, needing no help to find the button and zipper on Blaine's jeans, nor any assistance with unfastening them! Kurt's fingers worked their way between Blaine's warm skin and the waistband of his boxers, tickling the head of his penis as it moved lower, then circling his shaft. He watched Blaine's eyes close, the long lashes quivering as Kurt's fingers stroked and caressed; tugged and teased him. Colour began to fill Blaine's cheeks, and his lips parted slightly. Kurt thought that at that moment, his already dreamy boyfriend had never looked sexier. He kissed Blaine's cheek, and slipped off the bed, kneeling between his feet. Leaning forward, he took Blaine's penis into his mouth, and tried to emulate what had been done to him only a week before. It didn't take much. Blaine's breathing became laboured almost immediately.

'Stop,' he gasped, finally. 'It's too much.'

Kurt obeyed, but couldn't resist kissing the tip of Blaine's penis before sitting upright. 'Well,' he said. 'I can see why you like doing that.'

Blaine managed a smile while trying to avoid prematurely ending things right there and then. 'Yeah,' he said, 'I like listening to you squirm.'

'Right back at ya,' Kurt said, grinning. 'Watching's just as much fun, too.'

'Come here.' Blaine said, having got himself under control sufficiently to move things along. 'Up on the bed, with me,' He gave the mattress a pat. Kurt complied, his heart hammering away against his ribcage. This is it, said a voice in his head. No backing out now. This is really it.

Blaine took Kurt's chin in hand and kissed his lips, softly at first; then as his desire grew, more urgent; forcing Kurt to lie down beside him across the bed. Leaning over Kurt, he began unbuttoning his navy blue pyjamas, kissing him all the while, letting a little tongue in occasionally as things heated up. Kurt moaned into his mouth as Blaine's touch tickled his skin, fingertips grazing his chest and ribs with the lightness of a feather. The hand moved down and wasted no time getting into Kurt's pants, curling around his penis and tugging gently. Kurt broke away from Blaine's mouth, suddenly unable to breathe.

'Sorry – Am I hurting you?'

Kurt shook his head vehemently. 'Don't stop,' he begged.

'Okay' said Blaine, grinning. 'I won't.' He continued kissing Kurt, while his hand resumed its task downstairs. Suddenly Kurt arched his back, almost biting Blaine's lower lip in the process. Blaine leaned on his elbow, and kept up the steady pressure, squeezing and stroking until Kurt cried out; and things got decidedly messy!

'No wait - let's just lie here for a minute,' said Kurt, almost breathlessly, as Blaine tried to remove his pyjama pants.

'Okay' said Blaine, and stretched out alongside Kurt, unable to tear his eyes away from his boyfriend's profile. 'I love you, Kurt,' he said, suddenly, feeling a surge of emotion so strong a lump formed in his throat.

Kurt's face turned toward him. 'I love you, too,' he said, simply.

'Are you still sure you want to do this? Because if you want to wait…'

'Do you?'

'No… not really, but I will if you're not sure.'

'I'm sure,' said Kurt. 'I don't think I've ever wanted you more than right now.' His blue eyes never wavered an inch.

'So… I take it you thought of protection… I mean, you thought of everything else,' said Blaine, with a crooked grin.

'In the bedside drawer,' said Kurt. 'Left hand side.'

While Blaine got up, searched for and found the condoms, Kurt removed his pyjama pants and got into the bed. Suddenly self-conscious, he slid in under the covers until they reached his armpits and watched Blaine discover the lubricant. 'You really did go the extra mile,' Blaine commented, chuckling. 'Now the question is; who plays tight-end?'

'Well I'm kind of… spent right now,' Kurt reminded him, playfully. 'Not that I'm complaining.'

'Right' Blaine said, 'Of course.' He slid into bed beside Kurt and tore open one of the condom packets with shaky hands.

'But if you'd prefer, we could wait until I get my mojo back,' Kurt suggested. 'It just might take a while.'

'It's no problem, really,' Blaine assured him. 'Don't sweat it.' Condom on, he turned toward his boyfriend. 'Well… here goes, I guess.'

Kurt exhaled and laughed, nervously. 'I can't believe we're actually doing this,' he admitted, turning away from Blaine.

'Just relax,' Blaine instructed. 'It'll be easier if you're not all tense.'

Kurt tried, but it was easier said than done. After a couple of unsuccessful tries, Blaine curled in behind him and ran a hand down his body, slowly and seductively. Kurt could feel Blaine's warm lips on the skin on his shoulder as the hand skimmed Kurt's hip and ran back up the inside of his thigh. He closed his eyes and gave into his senses, as the lone hand caressed his body, bypassing the most erogenous zone of all. After a few minutes of this, Blaine kissed Kurt's neck and shoulder, and slid his leg over Kurt's hip. Fingers probed for the right place, and were followed by the strangest sensation Kurt had ever felt as Blaine entered him, slowly and carefully. At first Kurt wanted to beg off, as the intrusion was just too weird, but after a few seconds, it actually started to feel okay, then slightly better; and then really good. Especially when Blaine began to move against him, pushing further inside, then retreating, pushing then retreating. Kurt felt himself stiffen against the satin sheets. He clutched at the edge of the mattress, but it was too slippery, so he grabbed his pillow instead, holding it against his face to muffle the scream he was sure was about to explode from the core of his being. It was the most intense orgasm he'd ever had, turning his thighs to jelly and making his stomach churn madly.

Meanwhile, Blaine was feeling rather weak at the knees, himself! A couple more gentle thrusts and he collapsed over Kurt, panting raspy breaths into his ear.

Kurt reached behind him and found Blaine's hip, then the curve of his ass. He loved the way they fit together so neatly, like spoons. It was as if Blaine was made for him; and vice versa. He took Blaine's hand and held it against his chest, over his heart, which was still pounding so loudly he was sure Blaine could hear it, as well as feel it.

Blaine kissed his ear, his hair. 'You're beautiful,' he whispered. 'But I've got to get up.'

The End