Kurt and Blaine continue to see each other as much as possible over the next few weeks. They watch movies, go to dinner, shop, sing to each other, and have really deep conversations late into the night about their respective childhoods, their goals for the future, important political issues, and debating who are the hottest guys on TV.
Their physical relationship has reached a kind of plateau; now that they know some very effective ways of pleasuring each other, with their mouths and their hands, that's what they continue to do. At every available opportunity. Even, embarrassingly enough, in the back of Kurt's car sometimes. He's started keeping a clean hand towel and a package of Wet Wipes in there, just in case.
On this particular day, Blaine's dad is nowhere to be seen and will be gone overnight, and his mom rushes out the door right after lunch, throwing things into her briefcase on her way, almost forgetting her keys, and promising to be home in time for dinner. "If I'm late, we'll order pizza. Love you!" She slams the door behind her.
Kurt and Blaine sit there on the couch, grinning at each other. "So... what do you want to do?" Blaine says.
Kurt tilts his head, teasingly, like he has to think about it. "Oh, I'm sure we can think of something." He stands and leads Blaine upstairs by the hand. Blaine follows, smiling, blushing.
Once they're inside the bedroom, Kurt closes the door, wraps his arms around Blaine, and kisses him deeply, pressing their bodies together. He closes his eyes and rubs up against him, breathing faster, his skin already so sensitive.
Kurt slides his hands down to the hem of Blaine's shirt and starts pulling it up, over his head, and off, revealing his masculine chest, its toned muscles and sparse hair. He strokes Blaine's back, kisses his neck, and says shyly against his skin "I have a problem that I was hoping you could help me with."
"What kind of problem?" Blaine is still grinning, brushing his fingers over Kurt's waist, feeling under his shirt to touch his skin.
Kurt kisses Blaine's jaw, his cheeks, his lips, as he undoes the button of Blaine's pants. "I've never seen you naked." He blushes and pulls down the zipper. "Not completely." He slides his hands under the fabric, smoothing over Blaine's hips, toying with the elastic of his underwear, and pushes Blaine's pants to fall to the floor.
Blaine swallows hard. "Oh. Um... Yeah, I think I could do something about that." He grips Kurt's waist and squirms against his touch. "But I'm pretty sure you've seen every part of me already, so..."
"Not all at once." Kurt kisses Blaine again, then kneels on the floor, sliding his hands down Blaine's body on his way, over his sides, down his bare legs. He pulls one of Blaine's socks down, and prompts him to raise his foot momentarily so his sock and pant leg can be removed completely, then does the same with the other foot.
He stays there, stroking his hands up and down Blaine's strong legs for a moment. He palms his own hardening cock through his clothes. "Anyway, I'm not sure I really have seen every part of you. I usually look at you from the front. For example..." He crawls around Blaine's legs to sit behind him and kisses the back of his knee. "Here." He lowers himself to the floor and kisses the back of Blaine's ankle. "And here."
Blaine laughs and twists his body to watch. "Kurt, what are you doing? Get back up here and kiss me. I feel silly."
"But I want to get to know every part of you. Even the parts no one ever sees. Even the parts you don't really like." He kisses all the way up the back of Blaine's thigh, then gets up on his knees and presses his lips to Blaine's spine. He pulls the underwear down, just a little, so he can trace the curve down with his mouth and kiss Blaine's tailbone. He hears him gasp. He says "Is that ok?" He kisses the cheek of Blaine's ass through the cloth.
"Yeah. Yes. That's ok." Blaine sounds breathless.
"I want to see you without any clothes, without any of this extra stuff you hide behind all the time. Especially this -" He reaches around to cup the padding Blaine always wears in his underwear, to make his clothes hang right, to make him look 'normal'. "You're gorgeous without it, just the way you are."
Kurt pulls Blaine's underwear slowly down his legs, and watches him kick them off. He traces his fingers down the cleft of Blaine's ass, not pressing in, just touching, making him shiver. He kisses the crease where Blaine's ass and thigh meet, then sucks the skin, gnawing lightly with his teeth.
"Oh! Mm..."
Kurt is aware of Blaine's hand moving to rub and stroke himself eagerly. He can't see what he's doing exactly, from his position, but he can see Blaine's arm jerking up and down, and he can hear his quick, strained breaths. Kurt squeezes his own cock with his free hand, eyes closed, takes a deep breath. Then he brings his hand up, between Blaine's legs, touches his labia, presses in, between them, as Blaine bucks and jerks. He slides his finger up, deeper.
"Oh god Kurt. Yes..."
He thrusts in and out, against the tightness, feels it getting slicker. He pulls out and adds a second finger, and it's so hot and tight inside. He feels the soft skin squeezing around his fingers. He feels Blaine's body shake as he strokes himself faster.
"Don't stop, don't stop, please, please..."
Kurt reaches up with his other hand to touch Blaine's ass. He finds his hole and traces around it, just on the outside, presses it. Blaine's breath gets harsher, his movements quicker. Kurt keeps touching Blaine's asshole, and fucking his fingers in and out of Blaine's vagina, as the wetness seeps onto his knuckles. Blaine gasps, shudders, throws his head back. He jerks, inhales, tenses. Jerks his whole body again.
Kurt slowly slides his fingers out, and undoes his own zipper. He wraps his fingers, still wet, around his cock, and starts stroking it, firmly, quickly. His other hand is still on Blaine's ass. He sees where some of Blaine's come has hit the carpet, and feels Blaine's body swaying slightly, hears him panting. He pumps his fist faster, and leans his forehead against the back of Blaine's leg. He kisses it as he pumps faster, faster, feels his cock hard and twitching in his hand. He moans, high and breathy as he comes. He raises his head and leans back a bit, feels his come shoot over his hand, onto his body.
He sits there, feels his pulse pounding throughout his chest and in his head. Feels the wetness on his hand and his cock. He kisses the back of Blaine's thigh and starts to stand, holding onto Blaine's body with his dry hand. Once he gets to his feet, he circles around to face Blaine and kisses him, breathlessly, needily, moaning softly, arms hanging at his sides.
Kurt steps back and Blaine starts to bend down to pick up his underwear, but Kurt stops him with a hand on his wrist. "No, wait, just let me look at you first."
Blaine pauses, but stands again, and curls his fingers, like he needs something to cling to. He looks at the floor, then at Kurt. Then at the floor again. "Ok."
Kurt sits on the edge of the bed. He brings his knees together, crosses his ankles, and rests his hands beside him on the blanket. He takes his time, looking Blaine over, taking in the way he looks.
Blaine is definitely male. His body is toned, lightly muscled but slim, and his skin is adorned all over with dark body hair. His chest, the shape of his hips and waist, even his strong hands - all male. But Kurt's eyes are drawn to his softening penis, still wet with come, and his labia, and below that, an anomalous space, a gap between his legs, where any other man would have no such gap.
"Wow. Blaine. The way you look. I just, seeing all of you, like this..."
Blaine shifts his weight from foot to foot nervously. "What about it?"
"Blaine. You're so..." Kurt takes a breath, then tries to explain. "Here's the thing. I've always felt like I was a combination of both the male and the female. I've always tried not to shy away from the female parts of myself, no matter what anyone else thought." He bites his lip, and searches for the right wording. "I haven't always been successful at that; sometimes it's easier to pretend to be... just a boy."
Blaine nods, urging him on.
"But you, your body... I know you're not a girl, I know you're not really male and female at the same time, but just looking at you... It's like, without even meaning to, you physically embody the way I've always felt. Inside. You can't pretend to be anything other than what you are." Kurt looks into his eyes. "You know?"
Blaine nods. "I think so."
"I just, the way you look... It's like your body is visible proof that there are more than just two ways to be. That I'm not crazy. That I haven't been wrong all this time for feeling closer to the middle than the edge."
"Kurt, of course you're not crazy." Blaine steps toward Kurt and strokes his hair, and kisses his forehead. "There's nothing wrong with you."
Kurt tilts his head up and kisses Blaine's lips. "It's weird. I basically knew what you would look like. I just, seeing all of you like this, you're so..."
Blaine kisses his cheek. "So... what?"
"You're gorgeous. You look amazing." He puts his arms around Blaine's neck and pulls him down to straddle his lap. "I can't explain it. I never knew there was anyone in the world who looked like you. And I'm so glad I'm the one that gets to see you."
Blaine kisses him again. "I'm glad you are too."
