Chapter 10

KURT POV

I was loving life on the Vineyard.

Blaine and I decided to stay until Saturday. He had nothing going on and I had no auditions that week. I called Rachel to let her know not to expect me anytime soon.

"So, have you slept with him yet?"

"No, Rachel, I have not slept with him."

"Are you going to?"

"A, that is none of your business and B, no, I'm not." Was I?

"Why not?"

"Wait, weren't you the one telling me this trip was a bad idea and that he was looking for rebound sex?"

"Well…I've been thinking that maybe it would be a good idea for you to sleep with him. Anything that helps keep him involved with the show is a good thing."

What?

"Rachel, are you trying to pimp me out to get money for your show?"

"That's show business Kurt."

I hung up on her.

We spent all day Monday and Tuesday on the beach. By Wednesday morning, Blaine had turned a deep, olive brown that looked sinfully striking in contrast to his black hair. How was it possible for him to get any more attractive?

Wednesday evening, we were invited to dinner at Russ and Mike's. We arrived at 6:00 pm to find the two of them bustling around their kitchen, preparing a full Italian dinner. As we sat at the kitchen bar, drinking wine, I couldn't help but smile. They looked so happy and comfortable and in tuned to one another. They seemed to automatically know what the other would need before they asked. As they moved about the kitchen, they would gently touch one another in passing. Simple, brief, loving touches. It stirred a longing inside of me. I looked at Blaine. He looked sad. Probably thinking about Jeremiah.

At dinner, Blaine asked Russ and Mike how they met.

"Well," said Mike, "it was many moons ago before you two were around. I showed up at Russ's job one day."

Russ shot Mike a look. "I think it was a bit more complicated than that."

Mike sighed. "True."

Russ looked at Mike. "Do you want to share?"

Mike nodded. "Well…I guess the first thing to remember is that things were very different back in the day. No one was running around shouting they were gay, out and proud. There were no parades and all that. If you were gay, you weren't just in the closet. You were in a box, under the house. It was hard to know who was gay and who wasn't back then. Most gay men got married, had children and tried to keep their sexuality a secret. It was hard."

He paused and Russ reached over and took his hand. Then Mike continued.

"I was probably around your age, just starting out at an architectural firm in Chicago. Naturally I wasn't out but…my boss figured it out. Turns out he was gay too. Also married with two kids. One night we were reviewing some blue prints and…he kissed me. I wasn't sure what to do…I was so young and…lonely. I kissed him back. We started screwing each other in the evenings in his office. It was horrible. He was my boss and my lover. And he was angry. Angry about his life, angry that he was cheating on a wife he didn't even want. Angry that he was gay. He started to take that anger out on me. We would have sex and then he would feel guilty and pissed off and…he would hit me. Over time, it got worse. I was young, alone and feeling trapped and then one night…he called me and wanted to come to my apartment. He had never, ever done that before. I should have known it was a bad idea but…I said yes. He arrived in a terrible mood. He and his wife had a fight. She accused him of having an affair. She didn't know he was gay, she assumed it was a woman but still…it scared him. We had sex and then…he beat me up."

Russ interrupted.

"Beat you up? He didn't beat you up! He beat the living shit out of you!" He looked at Blaine and I. "That bastard practically killed him and then he got scared so, he dropped him off at the hospital. The asshole didn't even have the guts to bring him into the emergency room. We found him dumped by the fucking door. Bleeding to death."

Russ was gripping Mike's hand, visibly upset, even after all these years.

Mike smiled at him. "Okay. He beat the hell out of me. Anyway, that's how we met. Russ nursed me back to life and then…gave me a life. A wonderful, happy, loving, beautiful life." Russ leaned over and kissed Mike.

Wow.

I looked at Blaine. He seemed just as astonished as I was.

So, that was why Mike understood Blaine so quickly. He recognized himself in Blaine...30 years later. Damaged, but not ruined.

After dinner, I stood in the living room, looking at their wall of photos. There were pictures of them together, with groups of friends and a few individual pictures. There was one of Russ standing in front of a hospital in a white doctor's coat. There was another of Mike, standing in front of a building he designed. They both looked so young and handsome.

Blaine came up behind me and slid his hands around my waist. He leaned against me and looked at the photos.

"They really are amazing, aren't they?"

"Yes," he answered.

He didn't say anything else.

After dinner we sat around talking and drinking. Soon it was late and Russ suggested that we spend the night instead of going back to the inn. If we didn't mind sharing a bed, we were welcome to stay in their guest room.

We stripped down to our boxers and climbed in bed. Blaine laid his head on my chest and I twirled his curls around my fingers. Finally, he spoke.

"They really love each other."

"Mmm hmm." I was sleepy from the food and wine.

Suddenly, Blaine was on top of me. He looked into my eyes and then he started kissing me. Sweet, soft, gentle kisses.

Here we go again.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, determined to get all I could before he pulled away. But, he didn't pull away. He kept kissing me.

He started kissing my neck and moved down my chest. He was leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses.

Ohhh…

He pulled my shorts down and placed tiny, soft kisses on my inner thighs.

Then he took me into his mouth.

Oh. Holy. Shit.

Now, granted, I don't have a lot of experience. David was the only lover I'd ever had so, he set the bar for comparison.

But…

There was definitely something about the way Blaine was sucking me that was…unique…special...

Unbelievably intense and fucking fantastic.

I was rolling my head back and forth in ecstasy. My fingers were gripping the sheets and my hips kept arching upwards, pushing myself further into his mouth.

What was he doing with his tongue?

Wave upon wave of desire went rolling through my body. I kept cresting and then when I thought I would explode, it would start again. I was whimpering and crying out his name over and over again, hoping Russ and Mike didn't hear me. And then I started what would be the final ascent. I gave up trying to be quiet. I couldn't help it. I was screaming his name at the top of my lungs.

And then I came.

It was the most powerful orgasm of my life.

It was more powerful than any orgasm I had ever had from sex.

I think I passed out.

Blaine swallowed every single drop of my release and licked me clean.

He crawled back up to me and kissed me. I could taste my cum on his lips. It felt so dirty and sexy. Me. On his lips.

He wrapped himself around me.

And we fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, Blaine was already downstairs. I laid in bed thinking about last night.

That was incredible. Absolutely fucking incredible.

What else was he really good at?

I got dressed and went downstairs. Russ was cooking up a storm in the kitchen.

"Good morning! Did you sleep well?"

There was no hint in his voice that they had heard us but, I still turned five shades of red.

"Uh, yes. Thank you."

Blaine and Mike were chatting out on the deck.

"Good morning Kurt. Did you sleep okay?"

I turned a sixth shade of red.

"Yes. Thanks."

Blaine smiled at me. "Good morning." For some reason, I suddenly felt beyond embarrassed. I said good morning and then went back to the kitchen to help Russ.

After breakfast, we thanked them and agreed to meet for dinner Friday night. Our treat. Well, Blaine's treat.

Blaine held my hand as we waited for the bus back to Edgartown.

Neither of us said a word.

When we got back to our room, we decided to head to the beach.

As we lay in silence, in the sun, I tried to figure things out. Blaine was damaged and heartbroken. He was still mourning his ex-boyfriend. He was in no position to start a relationship.

Did I want to at least sleep with him? Last night had been amazing and I wanted more.

But...

It was too soon. He needed time.

I decided I would call Mark once we got back to New York.

I'd always wanted to visit Boston.