Hi! So. WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS PORN. If you're not comfortable with porn or you're underage or whatever, skip this chapter and it won't affect your understanding of the story.

Rating for this chapter is R or maybe NC-17. I'll say the latter just to be safe, although it's kind of romantic sex and not too graphic in my experience.

Warnings: barebacking, anal sex, temperature play

Chapter 7

It was as if everything was moving too fast.

Kurt whirled into the apartment with words tripping out of his mouth faster than Blaine could understand them.

"...and then he chewed me out in front of all the interns because apparently tweed is not acceptable. Then he ranted for 10 minutes about the advantages of chiffon. I just...I can't even..." Kurt trailed off, dropping his things on the floor. Blaine watched him with concern from the couch.

Kurt had just returned from work and entered the apartment in a flurry of waving arms and angry words. Blaine would have been surprised if it hadn't been the fourth time that week.

Kurt huffed angrily from where he was spreading papers out across the kitchen table when Blaine spoke up.

"Hey, slow down. Come here." He said, reaching his arms out to Kurt.

"Can't. Work to do."

"Just for a minute."

Kurt dropped his papers and fell into Blaine's waiting arms before nuzzling his face into Blaine's chest and sighing heavily.

"Mmmnufgle." Kurt murmured into Blaine's shirt.

"I understand exactly." Blaine said with mock solemnity.

Kurt smacked him playfully. "What I was trying to say is that you smell really good. Like coffee."

"Ah, yeah I haven't showered since I got home from work."

"I'm sorry I've been such a brat lately. How was your day?" Kurt asked as he positioned himself on top of Blaine on the couch.

"Hot. Even with the air conditioning kicked up all the way, every time someone asked me to make them a latte I wanted to poke them in the eye with a fork."

Blaine didn't mention that the heat of Kurt's body on top of his wasn't helping him cool down at all, but he didn't want him to move. Even if he did feel like he was going to have a heat stroke.

Kurt started to climb off Blaine and he moaned in protest.

"Stay. You've been working all day. You need to relax." He waggled his eyebrows and Kurt just laughed.

"Nope. I have a million things to do for tomorrow or else Julius is going to serve my head on a silver platter and let the interns devour it while he watches for fun."

"That's...descriptive." Blaine chuckled.

"Well it's pretty damn accurate, too. I'm sorry, but I really have to work tonight. Can you turn up the air conditioning? At this temperature I might actually break into a sweat; which is so not acceptable in this outfit."

"Slow and steady does not win the race, Blaine," he called as he walked into the kitchen.

Blaine wandered over to the thermostat, turning up the AC and then standing over one of the vents as cold air rushed up through it. He was only wearing a pair of cut off denim shorts and a blue v-neck t-shirt, but he was still sweltering.

Kurt always remarked how incredibly warm Blaine's body was, and in this weather he could feel it. In the winter, he appreciated the extra warmth, but with heat rising out of every crack and corner of New York City it wasn't exactly an advantage. It had been unseasonably hot and humid for New York in June and, stepping out into the smoggy city felt like stepping into a cloud.

Blaine puttered around the apartment, plucking absent-mindedly at the strings of his guitar and glancing at Kurt as he crouched over the kitchen table surrounded by his work.

Blaine was worried about him. He'd been stressed about work for weeks. He'd come home after too many hours at the office, muttering under his breath, staying up late into the night hunched over his laptop and getting up in the mornings before Blaine was even conscious. He had a thousand things going at once, and he was constantly moving at the speed of light.

Blaine had tried to ease him up a little; talk to him about it.

He had made a "too many balls in the air" joke that hadn't gone over too well.

After that, he stayed quiet for the most part. When it came to his job, Kurt had his mind made up; he didn't like it, but he was committed to it. So Blaine stayed silent as the sun set and the apartment darkened, hearing only the clacking on Kurt's fingers on the keyboard and the soft whirring of the air conditioner.

He glanced up at the ceiling when the lights flickered for a moment, leaving the apartment in darkness before humming back to life.

"That was weird," he said.

"They're probably having power shortages because of the heat. Everyone has their ACs cranked all the way up." Kurt replied before going back to typing furiously.

Blaine set down the guitar and flicked on the TV, more out of boredom than anything else. It was still strange to him, even after months of living with Kurt, to have things like TV. The hot water in the shower and the fridge full of food still felt like a luxury to him.

He'd settled on the news and silently wishing Kurt would quit working and come cuddle with him when suddenly the TV shut off. As did all the lights. Kurt's computer must have shut off too -Blaine could tell by the angry screech he heard from the kitchen.

Blaine couldn't help it. He laughed.

"Okay in there?" he called out.

Kurt let out a cry reminiscent of a roar and started gently banging his head against the table.

"Not tonight. Of all nights to have a power outage. Not tonight. I have too many things to do."

Blaine walked into the kitchen, feeling his way carefully in the complete darkness. He stumbled forward, catching his foot on a chair and swearing under his breath.

A light suddenly appeared before his eyes and he could see that it was the screen of Kurt's cell phone, illuminating almost nothing other than the faint outline of his boyfriend's face.

"You are so uncoordinated; I don't know how you ever survived the Warblers dance routines."

"I spent a large amount of that time just jumping on the furniture."

"Is that code for tripping over it?"

"Ha-ha. Well, you know, if I'm so clumsy, I might just you know, trip again and fall right-"

Blaine pretended to trip over Kurt's chair again, falling right into him, hands outstretched so they landed squarely on his crotch where he gave a playful squeeze.

"—here."

Kurt playfully batted his hand away. "I can't. I have to get this done or it'll be the end of my career."

He turned back to the table and started squinting at the pages on the desk by the light of his cell phone.

Blaine shook his head and walked around the kitchen uncertainly opening drawers. After some searching, he pulled out some candles and a lighter and lit as many as he could, dispersing them around the apartment.

It helped them to see where they were going, but it wasn't enough light for Kurt to get his work done by. Coupled with the fact that his laptop battery was dead, Blaine had one unhappy boyfriend on his hands.

He watched Kurt squint and curse for a couple more minutes before deciding to take action.

"Come here." He walked over to where Kurt was sitting and took his hands, pulling him up.

"Blaine, I told you. I can't. Stop." He said, distinctly irritated.

Blaine ignored him; this time he was sure that he knew what was best. He kept his grip on Kurt's hand as he made his way into the living room, pulling Kurt behind him. It was dark, aside from the dappled moonlight sifting in through the window and the flickering of candlelight. He threw open the window in an attempt to cool off the apartment which had become unbearably hot since the air conditioning shut off with the power.

Turning back to Kurt he said, "Listen. You can't get anything done until the power comes back on. Besides that, it is disgustingly hot." He wiped a drop of sweat off his forehead at this moment to emphasize his point, "so, you're going to relax for a bit. With me. And Ella."

"Ella?" Kurt asked, raising his eyebrows.

Blaine dropped Kurt's hands for a moment and walked over to the bookcase. He began rifling through the small collection of old vinyl records that he had been consistently adding to since he moved in with Kurt and had discovered the dusty record player tucked away in the corner. He didn't have much money to spare, but when he could he bought fifty cent records from the music store on the corner and waltzed around the living room while listening to them.

Kurt usually scoffed at him, but Blaine knew he secretly loved the thick scratchy sound of the records just as much as he did.

Blaine finally located the sleeve he was looking for and pulled it out, showing it to Kurt.

"Ella Fitzgerald, of course" he replied with a smile as he placed the record on the player.

"Since when have you and the First Lady of Song been on a first name basis?" Kurt chuckled.

Blaine crossed the room again, pulling Kurt into his chest. "Didn't you know? Lady Ella and I go waaaay back." He nuzzled his nose against Kurt's.

"Dance with me." He murmured.

"God, it's so hot. I wish the damn air conditioner was working... and you know I can't. I have to w-"

"Don't you even think about finishing that sentence, Kurt Hummel."

Blaine felt Kurt relax against him and knew he'd finally won. They swayed slowly to the music as the record crackled in the semi-darkness of the candlelit room.

Blaine breathed in deeply, revelling in the closeness of their bodies, pressed together and swaying and slowed by the thickness of the air and the heat of the summer evening.

Blaine sang softly along with the record,

Someday when I'm awfully low

And the world is cold

I will feel a glow just thinking of you

And the way you look tonight

He grinned cheekily at Kurt who was attempting to look unimpressed. He wasn't successful.

"You are so cheesy."

"I prefer the word romantic."

"So do I." Kurt agreed, pressing his lips against Blaine's.

Blaine's body responded before his mind did, reciprocating the touch of lips and tongue, and the pressure of Kurt's hips against his own.

He felt as if maybe, just for a moment, the world stopped. He thought it was probably a result of the black out; the darkened streets outside the window, the quietness of a city that had been filled with the humming of air conditioners silenced into flickering candlelight. But he revelled in it anyway, ignoring the heat in the apartment that was slowly becoming suffocating and feeling only the mounting heat between their bodies.

"Want you." Kurt murmured against his lips and Blaine was suddenly snapped from his blissful haze by the demands of his body.

He slipped his hands over the back pockets of Kurt's jeans and cupped his ass, yanking him even closer, eliminating what little space was left between them. Kurt let out a breathy moan against his lips in response and it made his already hard dick twitch inside his jeans.

Kurt rutted up against his leg as he continued to whisper against Blaine in a slightly raspy voice that made the stubble on his neck stand on end.

"Oh god, it's been so long."

Kurt had been so busy at work, and falling asleep as soon as he got home, that it'd been nearly a week since they'd had any sex at all. The realization sent him crashing into Kurt's lips once again, sucking hungrily on his bottom lip before hoisting Kurt's legs up around his waist.

Kurt squeaked in surprise as Blaine pulled him in, but he reacted quickly, wrapping his legs around Blaine's waist and pressing against him in a way that almost made Blaine drop him.

All Blaine could think was how much he needed Kurt. Immediately. Blaine started to stumble as fast as he could with Kurt latched around his waist towards the bedroom. He thanked god that Kurt never detached his lips from the vein in his neck he was sucking at.

As they crashed through the door to the bedroom, he felt his thighs start to shake with exertion and anticipation. He couldn't reach the bed fast enough, he was painfully hard and sweat soaked through his t-shirt. The combination wasn't exactly comfortable.

"Blaine" Kurt muttered, groaning. He rutted against him again, pushing all thoughts of sweat and humidity from his mind.

He could still hear Ella singing in the background.

There is nothing for me but to love you
And the way you look tonight

He dropped Kurt onto the bed unceremoniously and as he made to climb on top of him, he tripped on the rug and fell on top of him.

Kurt let out a bark of laughter as they collapsed into a panting heap on the bed, the moment lost, at least temporarily.

Blaine lay still on top of Kurt's heaving chest for a moment, painfully aware of the blood surging through his veins, his cock twitching in his pants and his sweat dripping onto Kurt.

He felt Kurt exhale beneath him. "It's too fucking hot for this. I can barely breathe."

"That may have something to do with me lying on top of you." Blaine said, rolling off him.

He was annoyed that the lack of air conditioning had put a damper on their plans but he had to admit; Kurt was right. It was so hot, just the short trip from the living room to the bedroom had left them both breathless and exhausted.

He groaned in frustration, briefly palming his erection through his jeans.

Kurt exhaled before sitting up beside him.

"Wait here. I'll be right back."

Blaine lay stretched out on his back, listening to the sound of Kurt blowing out candles in the next room and padding towards the kitchen.

When he returned a minute later, he was carrying a tall glass filled with ice. Blaine gave Kurt a questioning look.

Kurt walked towards the bed, speaking softly, "Maybe we just have to...take our time."

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Well..." Kurt began, reaching out to peel Blaine's soaking t-shirt off of him. "It's too hot for me to fuck you hard and fast like I want to, but I think we should take it..." he pulled the shirt over Blaine's head, "really..." he climbed onto Blaine's chest, straddling him, "slow."

Blaine reached up and started undoing the buttons of Kurt's shirt one by one, struggling not to let his fingers shake. Slowly, as though every movement was under water, they undressed each other, Kurt still straddled across Blaine's chest.

Kurt fished an ice cube from the glass and with a mischievous grin, started to trace it down his chest.

Blaine felt his body react instantly to the ice against his hot skin. He arched up into Kurt, feeling the weight of Kurt's cock pressed against his chest and the faint sting of the ice across his skin.

Kurt slid down from his sitting position so that he was stretched out flat against Blaine. Still holding the dripping ice cube, he brought it back up and traced it delicately across one of Blaine's nipples.

He felt them harden instantly against the numbing cold and he bit his lip to keep himself from yelping. Kurt grabbed another ice cube as the first one melted completely in his hands and repeated the process on Blaine's other nipple.

He then dipped his head and sucked on the little nub of flesh, just scraping his teeth over the tip as he pulled his mouth off.

Blaine swore and bucked up into Kurt, the contrast of the numb cold and the warmth of Kurt's mouth too much for him.

"Fuck, Kurt"

Kurt smiled, shifting the weight of his body again, tracing the ice over Blaine's hipbones, and then slowly, over his cock.

The first contact of the ice against the side of his cock made Blaine twitch and squirm underneath the pressure of Kurt's arms.

"Slow," Kurt repeated, his voice husky and broken.

"No," Blaine moaned, desperately trying to break free of Kurt's hold and get some of the friction he needed so badly.

He continued to trace the ice over the veins in Blaine's cock, bringing the cube slowly over the tip and back again.

Blaine was panting. He could feel the sweat trickling down his forehead, sticking his curls in place, dripping. The heat of Kurt's body was too much, but it felt so good. The ice against his painfully hard cock was pure torture. He didn't know how much longer he could stand it.

"Kurt—I-" he managed to choke out between breaths.

"Patience." Kurt replied, taunting him.

Even though Kurt's voice was teasing, and calm, Blaine could see in his face that he was reaching his breaking point too.

The next few moments passed by in agonizing slow motion. The heat and darkness of the apartment made every action feel as if it was underwater; careful, measured.

Blaine was acutely aware of Kurt's hot, gasping breaths against his neck as he slid, one...two...three fingers inside of him. He moved into the contact, desperate and needy.

He felt the stretch and the pull deep inside of him, and then the pleasure. He was practically vibrating with need as Kurt removed his fingers and lined himself up against Blaine, their hot skin sticking against one another.

The feeling of being underwater was magnified by the fact that Kurt's voice was deep and low, dripping with need.

"I'm going to fuck you now." Kurt breathed against the back of his neck, hot and quiet.

He could only moan in response, reaching out to touch any part of Kurt he could get a hold of. His hands found Kurt's ass as Kurt pressed up against him.

When Kurt entered him, easing in, Blaine cried out brokenly. The combination of sensations was almost too much. His hand wrapped around his aching cock, still numb with cold and throbbing. At the same time, he was so hot that beads of sweat were rolling from his hair, down his nose and onto the sheets below him. And, best of all, Kurt was inside him, burying himself deep and slow and Blaine just wanted to ride the wave of sensations forever.

The room was completely dark, so he couldn't see Kurt behind him, but he could feel him, every move he made intensified by the slow deliberateness of it. After the first thrust, accompanied by a strangled keen from the back of Kurt's throat, each thrust was harder and accompanied by droplets of sweat dripping off Kurt and falling onto Blaine's bare back.

Blaine didn't know how Kurt found the self control, but he pulled himself out slowly each time, inch by inch, drawing out each moment of feeling before he thrust back in again, hard and rough.

Time stopped.

Blaine saw only blackness, smelled only sweat, felt only fullness, and heat; achingly slow. They carried on like that as long as they could, because as torturous as it was to draw it out, every moment they savoured the pleasure together was a good one.

But soon enough, Kurt was keening above him and getting shaky from the effort of controlling himself, his muscles giving way, his nails digging a little too deep into the skin on Blaine's back as he tried to hold back.

Blaine knew the feeling, because it was coursing through his veins as well, coiling in his stomach.

"Kurt" he croaked out. "Kurt," he repeated, more insistently.

Kurt grunted in response, his thighs shaking around Blaine.

"Come for me." Blaine managed, half spoken, half groaned.

"Fuck, Blaine, ohgod, yes-"

It was all Kurt needed. He gave one, two more hard thrusts that sent a shower of sweat flying everywhere before his entire body went rigid and Blaine could feel him coming inside him.

The sound that escaped his lips was what finished Blaine off, loud and desperate and clawing at his back.

Blaine came hard and he rode his orgasm for as long as he could as he came all over the sheets.

They collapsed and lay intertwined with each other, both panting heavily in the pitch black. Blaine could feel the heat of Kurt's body radiating beside him, and he could feel the sheets beneath him wet with melted ice, come and sweat.

When he finally regained control of his limbs, Blaine reached over Kurt to where some of the ice was still frozen in the glass. He popped a piece into his mouth and kissed Kurt with icy lips, who grinned into it.

Outside the window, the city was quiet and dark. A cicada hummed in the distance and the world, for a moment, was slow.