Sorry for the confusion yesterday. I accidentally posted this chapter and then deleted it.


And tomorrow we might not be together
I'm no prophet and I don't know nature's ways
So I'll try and see into your eyes right now
And stay right here 'cause these are the good old days
Anticipation by Carly Simon

May

Blaine feels the pressure of Kurt's body against his back. He burrows his head further into his pillow, reveling in the feeling of being spooned by Kurt. He looks at the clock on the nightstand and is relieved that it's only 7:42 a.m.

Yesterday had been the best day of Blaine's entire life. Blaine didn't think a day could be more perfect. He saw Kurt again, found out that Kurt loved him, and spent the most magical evening with him. Blaine hadn't realized how much he had missed Kurt until they were together again. It wasn't necessarily the sex – although that was unbelievably amazing. It was more about how they connected in little ways. His favorite part was actually taking a bubble bath together – being held, being take care of, silly conversation – everything that was special between them.

Blaine slowly gets up, trying not to wake Kurt up. He knows how hard Kurt worked at the boutique opening yesterday. He creeps into the bathroom to do the necessaries. When Blaine dries his face, he looks into the mirror and can barely recognize himself. His hair is going this way and that, so he fingers his curls to get them in some sort of order. He smiles as he looks at the hickeys covering his upper body, pressing the larger ones and reeling at the sensation. However, what strikes Blaine most is his face, which is positively glowing.

Blaine looks like he's in love and the happiest man alive… because he is.

Blaine returns to the bedroom and slowly slips back into bed. He feels Kurt immediately pull him close to his chest and returns to spooning him. Blaine is contemplating when and how to wake Kurt up when he feels a long hard cock push against his ass. Kurt's making little breathy sighs as he rubs his cock against him. Blaine can't resist wiggling his ass just a little as his own cock perks up to attention. Kurt's embrace gets even tighter as he continues his gentle thrusting. Blaine turns his head into the pillow to deafen the groans slipping out of his mouth. Blaine opens his eyes when Kurt rolls away. This is not what Blaine wants to happen.

"Mmm…orning. I was having the most delicious dream."

Blaine rolls over to face Kurt, who looks adorable with a sleepy expression.

"I was dreaming that I was in a desert - lost and desperately thirsty. I saw a pool of water, so I crawled over to it. There you were, looking more gorgeous than I remembered. You handed me a pitcher of water and I drank it until I stopped being thirsty. You told me that you loved me and that I was your forever. You held me, and suddenly I was fueled with new energy. You slowly took off my clothes, kissing each new piece of skin revealed. You then took off your clothes, and god, Blaine, you looked delicious enough to eat."

Blaine is totally enraptured by this dream. "So what happened next?"

"I woke up. God, I need to pee. Give me a few minutes."

Blaine chuckles as Kurt makes his way to the bathroom. Even watching a sleepy Kurt wake up is special. Blaine wraps his hand around his cock, slowly stroking, thinking about what might be up ahead. He's hoping, wishing, wanting…

Kurt returns to the bed and lies on his side, facing Blaine. Blaine takes Kurt's hand in his and pulls it towards his chest. He wants Kurt to feel how his heart is racing just by being next to him. Blaine leans towards Kurt and then starts kissing every inch of his face.

"I love you, Blaine," Kurt murmurs.

Blaine looks down at their intertwined hands, with rainbow bands on their wrists. He's never been anybody's boyfriend before, and he loves that he's now Kurt's.

"I love you too, boyfriend."

Their lips forge together as they spend time really learning what the other one likes. Kurt moans when Blaine's tongue encircles his and then gently sucks. Blaine scooches closer and slowly kisses along Kurt's neck, making his way to that spot he discovered yesterday. When he gets there and starts sucking gently, Kurt gasps and thrusts his hips up.

"Don't leave a mark! I'm going home tonight, and if my dad sees it, he'll give me another embarrassing sex talk. Once in a lifetime is enough."

Blaine positions his body over Kurt's, loving the feel of their body heat together. He captures Kurt's lips once again, trying to convey all his love with the kiss. Kurt rocks his body up, and sparks fly when their cocks brush against each other. Blaine thrusts back to Kurt's rhythm, feeling himself getting higher. Blaine knows his body very well, and if they don't stop it will all be over in record time. He rolls off Kurt and slows down his breathing.

"I've got to cool down. You're too sexy for your own damn good."

Kurt glows at the praise.

"Tell me what you want, Blaine. Do you still want to… you know?"

"God, yes. I want you inside me. Do you want it too? I don't want to pressure you or anything."

"We're on the same wavelength, Blaine. I want it too. I'm just nervous that I won't be good enough. I want it to be really special for you."

"Oh, babe, it will be special, because it's you," Blaine assures.

"Keep those cheesy lines coming. You'll tell me what to do?"

"Sure, I'll help you out with some of the logistics. But the most important thing is to do what comes naturally and what feels good for you too. Everything we've done so far has been fantastic. You make me feel things I've never felt before. You drive me crazy."

"So, in your fantasies, do you, umm… imagine a specific position?"

"Oh, sweetheart, you don't have to live up to my fantasies. You are so much better in real life. The only thing that matters to me is that I want to be able to see your face."

"And you'll let me know if anything hurts? I want to make sure that you're comfortable… So I can be comfortable."

"Yeah, I'll do that."

Kurt reaches out and grabs a CVS bag from underneath the bed. Blaine's eyes bug out when he sees three different tubes of lubes and a half-dozen boxes of condoms.

"I wasn't sure what to buy. There's silicone, oil- and water-based lubes."

"We should go with silicone. Super Slyde was a perfect choice."

Kurt starts giggling. "I might have been googling lube reviews when I was in CVS. Now the condoms - there's ribbed, lubricated, and extra strength. I kept away from the ones that were flavored. I just bought the regular size."

Blaine picks a box from the pile.

Kurt hurriedly returns the other boxes into the bag and tosses it onto the floor. He lies back down and stares at the ceiling.

"Well, that was a mood killer. I wasn't expecting this – us – to happen in LA. I wish I wasn't such a baby penguin. I…"

"Hey, come here," Blaine whispers, holding his arms out. When Kurt enters Blaine's warm embrace, Blaine continues, "It wasn't a mood killer for me. Do you know how incredible it feels to know that I'll be your first? If I play my cards right, I'll be your one and only."

"I want that too."

"When your naked body is pressing against mine, it does things to me." Blaine takes Kurt's hand and leads it to his cock, thick and hard. Kurt takes the hint and slowly strokes it, twisting just right at the top. Kurt uses his other hand to rub circles around Blaine's right nipple and gives it a pinch.

Blaine gasps and moans softly. "Mmm, Kurt, the things you do to me. The way you make me feel. I need you now… I want to feel your fingers inside me."

When Kurt turns and retrieves the bottle of lube, Blaine takes a pillow and positions it under his ass. He places his feet flat on the bed, knees up, and spreads his legs as far as they will go. His cock starts throbbing when he hears the click of the lube bottle cap.

"Look at you, Blaine. I could write a dozen sonnets about that ass. You're gorgeous."

Blaine can feel Kurt's finger circling his hole as he kisses each ass cheek. Blaine tries to relax his body to make it easier for Kurt. He can feel one hand massaging a ball while a finger slowly enters him.

"Does it hurt? Am I going too fast?"

"It feels perfect."

Kurt moves his finger in and out slowly as his hand moves to his other ball. Blaine feels heat spread through his body. "Baby, I need more."

Kurt removes his finger and soon replaces it with two. Blaine can feel the stretch, and it feels so damn good. Kurt is moving his fingers in and out, and twisting, trying to stretch him further.

"Okay?"

"Blaine, you are so hot and tight. I don't know how I'm going to fit in there."

"Move your fingers like scissors to stretch me."

Kurt scissors his fingers and moves them around, kissing Blaine's balls at the same time. A jolt of pleasure shoots through Blaine's body as Kurt's fingers brush against his prostrate.

"Kurrrt… Right there… Your fingers feel so amazing."

As Kurt massages his prostrate, Blaine can't help but push back onto Kurt's fingers. Liquid lava is flowing through his veins. "Another…. I need another finger…"

Kurt pushes another finger inside him and starts twisting them around, opening him up. Blaine pushes against them, trying to get more.

"I'm ready… I want you… I want you to be inside me… I can't wait any longer… Do it now," Blaine moans.

Blaine feels so empty when Kurt pulls out his fingers and cleans them with a wet wipe – what the hell? Where did those come from? Blaine opens his eyes and sees Kurt kneeling in between his legs, stroking his cock and then rolling the condom along its length. After slathering his cock with lube, Kurt slides his long lithe body along Blaine and gives him a kiss that's like a promise of good things to come.

"I love you so much. I can't wait to be inside you."

Kurt aims the head of his cock towards Blaine's entrance and pushes in at an excruciatingly slow pace. When Kurt stops halfway, Blaine looks at Kurt and sees that his eyes are scrunched up and he's biting his lower lip.

"I'm good… So good, Kurt. You can go on."

"No, I can't, Blaine, otherwise I'll cum. You feel so hot and tight."

Thirty seconds go by before Kurt continues and Blaine can tell when Kurt has bottomed out. Blaine takes deep breaths, trying to get used to the feeling. He feels so full and ready for more.

"When you're ready, move."

Kurt starts thrusting gently, letting out little gasps and moans. When Kurt starts to speed up, Blaine wraps his legs around Kurt's waist. Kurt switches it up – long slow thrusts, short quick thrusts, long quick thrusts – that keeps Blaine in a fuzzy euphoric state. He never knew that anything could feel so good. Kurt comes to a stop down deep inside Blaine.

"Your legs – they're so powerful. I think you're going to crush me."

Blaine immediately drops his legs and thrusts up to get Kurt moving again. Blaine quickly figures out that Kurt has other plans when Kurt pulls up his legs and pushes his upper thighs towards his chest.

"Is that okay for you?"

"It's fine. Now fuck me hard."

Kurt starts pistoning his hips forward, adjusting the angle with each thrust. Blaine feels his body temperature rise. In this position, Blaine is completely under Kurt's control. Blaine sees stars when Kurt's cock hits his prostrate.

"Fuck… Right there…Don't stop…Oh, Kurt… It feels so good… Harder…"

Kurt keeps the pace fast and powerfully thrusts inside him, hitting his prostrate every few times. Kurt wraps his fingers around Blaine's cock and strokes to the rhythm. Blaine thrashes his head from side to side.

"Gggh… I'm getting closer… Keep going… I'm gonna… I love you… Kurt…Kurt… KURT!"

Blaine shoots out stream after stream of thick white cum, and can hear Kurt moaning his name. He can feel Kurt slow down the pace, working them both through their orgasms. Kurt slowly pulls out, lowers Blaine's legs and collapses onto his messy chest. Blaine immediately wraps his arms around Kurt and starts caressing his hair.

Blaine feels overwhelmed by his emotions. He has never experienced such an intense orgasm before. Kurt – his Kurt – is a natural at making him feel so good and truly loved.

"That was amazing. I felt myself explode watching you climax. I've never seen anyone more beautiful than you were in that moment. Thank you," Kurt says.

Blaine rolls them over onto their sides and takes the used condom off Kurt, tying it and tossing it on the pile of used wipes. He smiles affectionately at Kurt.

"You were pretty amazing yourself. You're a natural, Kurt. You certainly know how to play my body. I've never felt anything like it. So thank you," Blaine replies, giving Kurt a bop on the nose.

"Gggh. I feel so sweaty. What do you say we shower and then grab a bite to eat?"

"We could always order room service," Blaine suggests.

"This suite reeks of sex. I think we should go out so that the maid service can clean."

"Shall I book a table downstairs at the restaurant?"

Kurt shakes his head, snuggling closer into Blaine. "I'm sure that the Beverly Wilshire serves a very fancy Sunday breakfast, but five-star places aren't really our style. I'll take the first shower and then sort it out."

Kurt heads toward the bathroom and Blaine stares at his long slender body, which has just given him so much pleasure. Kurt closes the bathroom door, but then immediately opens it again and peeps out. "Did I mention today that I love you ?"

Blaine chuckles and replies, "I love you too, baby."

Blaine stays in bed, his mind drifting back to everything that's taken place since they left the Bellerose Boutique. He tries to forget that Kurt is leaving at 4 p.m. for the airport. Blaine gets up and rummages around his suitcase, looking for some underpants, socks and a shirt for Kurt to wear. He feels Kurt's warm hands wrap around him.

"You always think of everything, my love. I so didn't want to put on my old clothes. Now it's your turn in the shower."

Blaine races through his shower routine, wanting to spend every moment left with Kurt. When he opens the bathroom door and starts to dress, he can hear Kurt on the phone in the living area.

"I wasn't expecting this to happen."

"Do you need me?"

"Thank you for being so understanding, Christophe."

"Look, I need to go before Blaine comes in. Can I call you when I get to Lima tomorrow?"

"Au revoir."

Blaine's insides twist at this small dose of reality. Kurt lives and works in Paris. Even though Kurt will have five days at the end of the week in New York City, he's still going to end up leaving and returning to Paris. Blaine puts on his game face and walks to the living area.

"I hope there's nothing wrong at work."

Kurt turns around and looks startled – like a deer caught in the headlights.

"No, there's nothing wrong at work. I needed a quick word with Christophe before he boarded his flight."

Kurt looks down at his phone and taps on it with his finger. "I've figured out where to have breakfast. It's a short taxi ride away."

"Do tell, Kurt."

"Nah-uh. I know how you love little surprises."

Blaine chuckles and gives Kurt a peck on the lips.

"I love your little surprises."

Fifteen minutes later, they're getting out of the taxi at Sunset Strip. Blaine looks around at the rather ordinary street, wondering where they're going to eat.

"Umm… Kurt, there's only a closed cheese shop here."

Kurt looks down at his phone. "Oh, ye of little faith. Give it another few minutes and you'll see."

Kurt takes Blaine by the hand and leads him to the small queue forming a few steps away. Blaine watches Kurt examine his phone, look around, then smile as if he sees something he's expecting.

"No hints?"

"None needed."

Kurt turns Blaine around to see a large food truck pull up in front of them. Blaine laughs when he sees the truck's thick black lettering: Yeasty Boys Bagels… *Bagels * Lox * Schmear * Other shit.

Blaine gently checks his hip against Kurt's. "You're really something else. Only you would turn down breakfast at a five-star hotel to eat bagels from a food truck."

"Don't judge me, okay? I haven't had a decent bagel since I left New York City six months ago."

The queue moves quickly, and soon they have freshly squeezed orange juice, large coffees and bagels to go. Kurt ordered the lox special, while Blaine opted for the all breakfast, with eggs, bacon, cheese, and tomato. Kurt sighs when the vendors can't make change for his 50-dollar bill. Blaine quickly whips out his wallet and pays.

"Hey, this is on me. Cheapest. Date. Ever."

Kurt leads them to the elementary school around the corner, where there are picnic tables set up near the playground. Blaine tries to walk without limping because he still feels Kurt inside him. He secretly hopes that it lasts until Kurt joins him in New York City later in the week. He gingerly sits down on the picnic bench, trying to school his expression. When Blaine looks up, he can see that Kurt looks concerned.

"I'm sorry. I hurt you."

"I'm not sorry one little bit. I like how it reminds me that this is real."

"Well, you did keep telling me to go faster and harder."

"And god, did you ever."

Soon their breakfast is laid out and they silently start eating.

"Mmmm. This is wonderful. I've missed eating bagels like this."

"Paris must have other tasty things in their bakeries."

"The chocolate croissants are to die for, but I still miss bagels… and cheesecake."

"What do you do in your free time in Paris?"

"I've ticked off a lot of the tourist sites, museums and stuff like that. For the first three months, I lived with this old lady who's like the grand dame of Paris. She took me to the opera and ballet. Mostly, I like to explore different neighborhoods and see how people live."

"Did you move out so that you could be with Antoine?" Blaine asks tentatively, not really wanting to hear the reply.

"No, Antoine lives in his art studio. I wanted to be closer to the Bellerose Boutique and the place where I'm taking two fashion courses."

"You're studying fashion? I did not know that."

"The job at Bellerose Boutique fell into my lap after I did a modeling gig for them at the Paris Fashion Week. It has been so exciting to see a fashion line go from a kernel of an idea to outfits on the shop's racks. Besides, I don't think I'm cut out to be in the limelight. I mean, I love being the center of attention during an assignment, but I hate all the media attention that comes with it. It's like your life isn't your own anymore."

"You can say that again," Blaine remarks, grimacing in sympathy because he knows that feeling all too well.

"I think that if I'm going to focus on fashion design, I need some formal training. If I take courses at night, I'll get my degree in five years. I won't be working for Bellerose Boutique all my life, so I'll need the qualification as well."

Blaine's heart sinks when he hears that that Kurt will be in Paris for at least another five years. There is no way he can move to Paris. His job is New York City based and he doesn't speak a word of French. Besides, the Monarch Foundation was only established earlier this year, and he has so many plans for it.

Sure, there's Skype, messaging, phone calls, and trips during vacations. But could they really last five years living on two different continents? Would another Frenchman lure Kurt away from him without him even knowing? Blaine takes a deep breath before speaking again. They've had a lot of difficult discussions over the past 24 hours, but this one will be the hardest yet.

"So where do you see me fitting into your plans?"

"Blaine, you're left, right and center in my plans. Now that I've got you, I'm never going to let you go."

Blaine looks away at the children playing at the nearby playground. This is what he wants - a husband, children and grandchildren. A life filled with laughter and love, through good times and bad. Helping other people through the Monarch Foundation. These are things that matter to him. It seems so real that Blaine can almost taste it.

"I want kids too, just for the record," Kurt comments.

Blaine startles at hearing Kurt's words. Was it so obvious that he was daydreaming about their future? Blaine's gaze returns to Kurt, who is giving him a shy smile.

"For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to marry the prince. I used to hold tea parties in the backyard with my dad, hoping I'd be perfect by the time my prince became the king. We would then have lots of babies, that looked remarkably like the Power Rangers."

Blaine chuckles at the image of Burt sitting down in a plastic children's chair, daintily sipping a cup of tea with a young Kurt.

"I'm not sure how any of this is going to happen with us living on two different continents. Five years seems like an awfully long time. I'd wait a lifetime to be with you, Kurt, but…"

"Who said anything about me being in Paris for another five years?"

"Your courses. You said it would take five years to get your fashion degree."

"Blaine! Have you ever considered the fact that I can get a fashion degree anywhere? I hear there are some excellent colleges right in New York City."

Blaine perks up at that news. Could Kurt be saying what he thinks he's saying?

"You'd consider moving back to New York City?"

Kurt pulls Blaine's hands on top of the picnic table towards him, and covers them with his own. Kurt's thumb gently rubs over the top, and Blaine finds it soothing. He can barely wait to hear Kurt's answer.

"What part of 'I love you' didn't you understand? I want us to be together, Blaine. If you think for one moment that I would stay in Paris, then maybe you don't know me as well as you think. So, let me make it perfectly clear to you. I love you, Blaine. I've loved you since the first day I met you. I want us to be together, now and always. This morning, I told Christophe Bellerose that I want to move back to New York City."

"You quit your job?" Blaine squeaks. He had heard snippets of Kurt's phone conversation earlier that morning, but he hadn't realized what Kurt was telling the boutique owner.

"I know it seems rash, but when I was taking a shower this morning, I was dreading having to return to Paris. Then I realized that I didn't have to. I could resign and return to New York City. I phoned Christophe Bellerose so that my notice period would go into immediate effect."

"What was Christophe's reaction?"

"I was surprised by what he said. Christophe said that when he saw us together at the boutique's reception yesterday afternoon, he knew that my heart belonged in New York City. He was just surprised I didn't tell him once the reception was over. And then Christophe made all the right noises about how I'm an important part of the team and everyone will miss me."

"How long is your notice period?"

"My employment contract says I must give one month's notice, but I told Christophe I would stay as long as it takes to hire and train a new intern. However, Christophe insisted it isn't necessary. He has already arranged for others to cover my duties for next week and they can continue to do so until he finds a replacement. So, I think I'm a free agent."

Blaine races to the other side of the picnic table, pulls up Kurt and gives him a searing kiss. Kurt holds Blaine in his arms tightly. Blaine nuzzles in as close as he can get, and feels as if his heart has just grown three sizes. For once in his life, all stars have aligned and he's getting what he wants, what he was too scared to possibly hope for. To have a man who loves him for who he really is inside. To have a special connection with someone who shares the same life dreams. To have a man who is his best friend and fun to spend time with. Blaine's body trembles and tears form in his eyes. Blaine can't believe that this is all happening with Kurt, the one true love of his life. When Blaine starts crying, Kurt gently places a finger beneath his chin and raises his head. Blaine can see that Kurt has a tear running down his face as well.

"God, I love you so much. Live with me, Kurt. Marry me!"

Kurt smiles back at Blaine. "Considering we haven't even been together for 24 hours, don't you think that's a little too fast? I mean, I want that too, eventually, but I'm only turning 20 years old next week. Let's talk about it when I'm next in New York City."

Blaine lets out a deep sigh. He knows that Kurt is right. It might be too soon for them to live together, let alone marry. But damn it, he wants Kurt and their future right now.

"I might have gotten a bit carried away. When did you become the wise one, Kurt?"

"I've always been the wise one, Blaine. Did you only just figure that out?" Kurt teases.

Blaine fondly rolls his eyes. "Let's head back to the Beverly Wilshire Hotel. As much as I like children, I want to spend my last afternoon with you, doing things that they shouldn't see."


When they enter the hotel suite, Blaine notices that housekeeping has serviced the rooms. The sheets have been changed and there is a strong smell of air freshener wafting through the suite. Blaine's a little disappointed, because despite of what Kurt thought, he had personally loved that the rooms reeked of sex.

Blaine empties his pockets and looks at the time on his phone. They only have four hours before Kurt needs to leave for his flight. As much as he wants to make love to Kurt right now, his body is still aching from that morning.

"I don't know about you, Blaine, but I'm feeling pretty wiped out."

"Thank god for that. I'm exhausted as well, and maybe a little bit sore."

Kurt puts one hand on his hip and arches one eyebrow.

"Okay, I'm feeling really, really sore. The things you can do with your hips and cock will have me feeling it for days. I love it."

"Maybe a massage might help? I bought some special oil at CVS that we haven't used."

Blaine walks over to Kurt, places a hand on each side of his face and kisses him. It's sloppy and messy, but it feels perfect.

"I've always thought that you have the best ideas. I'm going to order some coffee and light snacks to be delivered in three hours, in case we fall asleep. I want to make sure that you make your flight. The sooner you leave, the sooner you'll be back in my arms. You'll need to send me your flight details so that I can pick you up from the airport in New York."

Kurt sighs and pulls out of Blaine's arms. "About that, Blaine. I might spend a little bit longer in Lima than I originally planned. There are so many things I need to sort out. I need to talk things through with Christophe Bellerose to make sure I'm not leaving him in the lurch, arrange for my things to be sent from Paris to the US, look into fashion programs in New York City, tell Emmeline and Antoine that I'm moving…"

"Hey, Kurt. I get it, but if you come to New York on Friday, I can help you out."

"Blaine, as lovely as that thought is, you'll be a distraction. How could I resist spending all my time with you? No, I've got to have a clear head to wrap up things in Paris and plan what I'm going to do in New York City."

"You won't take too long, will you? Now that we're together, I can't bear the idea of being apart."

"I might have a special incentive to return to New York City super-fast." Kurt moves his mouth towards Blaine's ear and whispers, "After seeing you this morning so needy and wanting, I can't wait to do it all over again. Maybe switch things up a bit?"

Blaine whimpers at the thought of pounding his cock into Kurt, of Kurt pounding his cock into him, and of all the other things they can explore together.

Kurt leads Blaine into the bedroom. Whilst Kurt strips the bedspread off and gets out the massage oil, Blaine orders room service to be delivered at 3 p.m. They both take off their clothes and spend a few minutes staring at each other's bodies…because they can. Blaine dives face first into the bed, wiggling his sore ass.

"I think I was promised a massage," Blaine sing-songs.

Kurt straddles Blaine's body, sitting on his upper thighs. Kurt pours some massage oil into his palm, then works his hands together to warm it up. He starts massaging Blaine's lower back and makes his way up, working out little knots he finds along the way. Blaine can't help but let out breathy sighs because it feels so freaking good. When Kurt gets to his shoulders, Blaine can feel Kurt's erection brush along his ass. When Kurt starts peppering his neck with soft warm kisses, Blaine's cock becomes very interested.

Kurt scoots down a little bit more along Blaine's legs and positions a pillow underneath Blaine's hips. Kurt pours more massage oil into his hands. He then firmly massages Blaine's ass, and every few strokes, he brushes his fingers in between the crevice.

"Oh, Kurt. Those magic hands – they're taking me to my happy place. But I don't think I could handle you fucking me again."

"That's not what I had in mind… I have another idea. Let me know if it hurts or you don't like it, and I'll stop."

Blaine eagerly nods, wondering what Kurt's idea is. If it's anything like he's done over the past 20 hours, he's all for it. He feels Kurt's fingers return to massaging his ass. When one finger presses against his perineum and starts stroking, Blaine can feel his entire body relax.

"This feels incredible. No-one's done that to me before. I can feel all the tension release in my body…mmm…"

"I want you to feel good."

Kurt fingers move downwards and start fondling his balls, whilst the other hand is massaging his ass. Blaine's cock is now definitely interested in where this plan is going. Blaine can feel the length of Kurt's cock slide between his ass cheeks - it's hard, long and throbbing. Kurt must have poured massage oil over his cock because everything feels so slippery. Blaine ruts against the mattress to get some friction that he needs.

Soon Blaine can feel Kurt's entire body on top of him, grunting and panting as he continues to slide his cock between his ass. Each stroke pushes Blaine further into the mattress and he thrusts his cock against the sheets.

"Ggh. I feel you all over…. Push me harder… Your cock is like magic… Ohhh…. Don't stop… Feels good…. Use my ass… Ohhh… Fuck… KURT!"

Kurt bites his shoulder and the next thing Blaine feels is warm cum squirting all over his back. Blaine thrusts one last time into the sheets and climaxes, chanting Kurt's name like it's his personal mantra.

Blaine's head feels so foggy, so he focuses on the weight of Kurt's body on top of him. He feels enveloped in love and so warm. He closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.

Author notes

Thank you to Lilyvandersteen, the most fabulous beta ever, although all mistakes are mine. Come visit me a Tumblr (HKVoyage) for the story artwork and my thoughts when writing this chapter.

Next up: Nah-uh. Not telling this time.