"And the bed goes here." Kurt says as he sweeps his arm along the large bedroom wall.
"No, the bed goes here," Blaine tells him as he leans against the adjacent wall.
"No, it goes here so we can lie side by side and look out at the view," Kurt reiterates, pointing to the large window opposite.
"It goes here and if I feel the need to study the view then I become big spoon for a change and look over your shoulder," Blaine smiles. "That wall has the bathroom on it."
"So?" Kurt scoffs. "The bathroom was on this wall in your old place."
"Yes, but it went straight," Blaine explains patiently. "This one goes round to the right, directly behind the bed, and as a gentleman, I'd like to keep some mystery alive," he says with a wink.
"Blaine, honey, I know you masturbate in there," he smiles sweetly. "It's okay."
"Kurt, honey," Blaine says, cocking his head to one side and scrunching his nose adorably. "I do other things in there too, which I'd rather you didn't have to listen to. Bed goes here." He smiles smugly at the blush on Kurt's cheeks as he advances. "However, if you ever want to listen to me masturbate, you are more than welcome. Now, can we just put the damn bed together so we can christen it?"
"It's the same bed," Kurt laughs. "It's been christened to within an inch of its life. I'm surprised it's still standing."
"Well it's not right now," Blaine says, pointing to all the pieces on the floor surrounding them. "Now let's get to it."
It is dark by the time they are finished, both having realized they are more than useless at furniture assembly. Still, Blaine's large, mahogany framed bed now stands proudly in the room, along with copious boxes.
"Food," Blaine sighs wearily as he lies flat on the floor.
"Closet," Kurt says as he opens the doors and walks inside. "My clothes have been cooped up for days, they'll weep with joy to get put in here. How much room do you need?"
"Hmm, I get the feeling I'm gonna have to take whatever's left," Blaine smiles. He walks across the room and into the closet, sliding his arms around Kurt's waist and breathing hotly against his neck. "Not that I care. I don't know why a shared closet space makes me feel like a kid on Christmas, but it does," he grins against Kurt's skin. "I'll go sort food, you make your clothes- and yourself- deliriously happy."
Kurt whines when Blaine pulls away, needy, wanting and licking his lips as he watches him leave the room. When he returns laden with cartons of Chinese food it is to find Kurt in just his tight boxer briefs and the entire closet- including Blaine's clothes- neatly organized.
"I don't know where to start," Blaine says as he stares. "The fact that you are so amazingly talented at this type of thing," he says gesturing to the rows of clothes, "the fact that you did my stuff as well- which is just the cutest- or the fact that you're just wearing these," he says, tugging the waistband of the underwear and dipping his finger just below to run along the smooth skin.
"Yes..." Kurt moans softly. "Start with the underwear. Please."
"Not yet," Blaine laughs as he backs away. "We have food."
"I'm hungry for something else," Kurt tries.
"I got orange chicken..." Blaine calls over his shoulder, laughing again when he hears Kurt running into the living room behind him. "Thought so. Would sir like to sit on the floor or on a packing carton?"
"Floor I think," Kurt says as he begins to set out the food while Blaine rummages around in the kitchen.
"Aha!" comes the triumphant cry, and Blaine comes in holding two mugs and a bottle of champagne. "I couldn't find the glasses," he shrugs. "But a toast is needed to us," he says, popping the cork and filling the mugs. "On our first night in our first place."
"To us," Kurt agrees as they chink mugs. He winces at the fizz, but smiles at his lover and leans in for a kiss. "I am ridiculously excited."
"Me too," Blaine grins at him. "I didn't think it would be as thrilling as this, I mean, we were together a lot at my place or yours. But this is our place. And when I come home I'm coming home to you."
Kurt doesn't answer, just wriggles around until he's sitting between Blaine's legs, grinning all the while. They share their food happily, feeding each other with their chopsticks and laughing at the amount of rice that ends up down Kurt's chest.
"Okay. That's it, I'm done," Kurt groans as he pushes the carton to one side. "Take me to bed so I can burn this lot off."
"Ha! Not yet."
"Always not yet," Kurt pouts as he turns around to look at him. "It's late."
"I know, but there's one more thing I need to do," Blaine smiles. "Wait here."
Kurt sits flicking through the information he has received for his course- a prospect which thrills and terrifies him at the same time. He startles when he hears banging coming from the bedroom, but then all goes quiet.
"Okay!" Blaine calls, and Kurt eagerly hurries into the room.
"You put our picture up!" he exclaims happily, looking above the bed where their Hawaii portrait now hangs.
"I did, and it is not your mission to knock it from the wall by slamming me into the headboard," Blaine answers from the bed, and that's when Kurt looks down to find him devoid of clothes save for a tight pair of briefs.
"Oh Blaine," he purrs as he crawls onto the bed and over his body. "Briefs."
"Told you, I'm never wearing anything different since you said it gets you going."
"It does," he says as he leans down and nuzzles against his bulge. "Oh it really does."
"Cut right to the...oh!...chase, why don't you?" Blaine sighs happily as Kurt continues mouthing over his growing hardness.
"Mmmm, I will," Kurt breathes. "I have missed this so much."
"Get up here so I can kiss you."
"I'll never turn down kisses," Kurt smiles as he snakes up the length of Blaine's body. Blaine's hand finds its way to the back of his neck and draws him closer, and then they are kissing hard, feverishly and as if they will never get enough of one another, groaning in pleasure as hands are given free rein once more and Blaine grips Kurt's ass tightly, pushing their clothed cocks together with a soft moan.
"Oh Kurt!" Blaine mouths against his skin, desperate and wanting, overwhelmed with emotion as his fingers move to clutch at his back. "Kurt!"
"Yes?" he pulls back, looking wrecked and utterly debauched- hair wild, lips swollen and eyes dark. He hovers above Blaine, propped on his hands but keeps up a gentle, undulating rhythm with his groin, rubbing himself in small circles against his lover. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," a dazed Blaine replies as he smooths his hands over Kurt's biceps. "Just... Oh, Kurt! That's all. Feels so good to be like this again. The last time we made love it was beautiful, but sad. And now..."
"Now we're in our own apartment," Kurt grins, and can't help the giggle that bubbles up and escapes.
"And we're gonna christen all of it," Blaine smiles up at him.
"Hell yes." Kurt swoops down and kisses him once more, pulling Blaine's thigh up to wrap around his waist, yelping when Blaine uses the leverage to flip them and pin Kurt's arms above his head before kissing him hard. He growls low in his throat, moving to nip playfully at Kurt's neck before he teases his nipples with his tongue, smiling against Kurt's chest at the way in which he arches off the bed.
"Please, Blaine. Please."
"Tell me what you want." Blaine's voice comes hot and heavy as he runs his tongue over Kurt's stomach muscles, fingers teasing at the waistband of his underwear.
"I wanna ride you," he whimpers brokenly. "Please let me ride you."
"Oh darling, you don't even have to ask," Blaine grins broadly as he quickly shoves Kurt's boxer briefs to the floor. "Perfect," he whispers before bending to lick a strip up the underside of Kurt's cock which is flushed and wanting already. He sucks lightly at the head before Kurt is tugging him away.
"I will just explode everywhere," he chuckles, embarrassed.
Blaine nods his understanding and reaches to the nightstand for lube...only the nightstand isn't there. "Shit. Where the hell?"
"Um... There's a box somewhere," Kurt tries to think. "The one marked bedroom stuff."
"They're all marked bedroom stuff," Blaine points out as he surveys the room, then turns to Kurt with an eyebrow raised. "Think we can go without?"
"I'll bet you know exactly where the lube is," Kurt grumbles, but even as he does so he's falling eagerly onto all fours. "This is just a desperate ploy to rim me."
"You know me so well," Blaine laughs as he pulls his briefs off before draping himself over Kurt's back and kissing along his spine. "Oh holy fuck...it is so hot though," he groans as he drops kisses over Kurt's ass cheeks. "Seeing you falling apart because of my tongue in your ass." And then he's there, burying his face into Kurt as his tongue laps over his entrance, making it slick before pushing at the ring of muscle as Kurt whines his pleasure and grips the headboard tightly.
"Jesus...fuck! Yes, Blaine. Just like that." He pushes back against Blaine's face, sucking in a sharp breath as he feels a finger, slick with saliva, pushing in alongside his tongue. "Please..." He is needy, wanting as he grabs at the sheets and his moans become louder.
"Not yet," Blaine smiles against him. "I know I keep saying that but really, not yet." He returns to the task in hand, pushing two fingers into Kurt and scissoring them, working him over with his tongue and hand as he grasps his own cock in desperation.
"Blaine!" Kurt yells louder than ever as Blaine decides to see how much Kurt can take, fucking three fingers and his tongue inside simultaneously. Kurt falls flat onto the bed, rutting into the sheets as Blaine's face follows, unrelenting as he stretches Kurt wide. "Gonna come," Kurt groans, and Blaine growls in pleasure as he feels Kurt's hole tighten around his tongue, pulsing as he comes hard over the sheets then bats helplessly at Blaine's face who chuckles and pulls away.
"Someone was eager."
"Someone's too darn good at that," Kurt mutters, head buried in the pillow.
"You wouldn't get that living with Santana and Rachel," Blaine points out smugly as he falls alongside him.
"I do not even want to think about them right now," Kurt groans, lifting his head and aiming a smack to Blaine's arm. "Do I get to ride you now, or what?"
"God you're so...young," Blaine laughs as he tugs Kurt on top of him. "Such a short recovery time. I love it."
"And you envy it," Kurt teases.
"Yeah, that too." He laughs but stops abruptly as Kurt bends to suck at his cock, making him fully hard again within seconds and as slick as he can before he straddles him, sinking down slowly and biting his lip at the burn and drag. "You okay?" Blaine asks as he rubs Kurt's thighs soothingly.
"Yes," he breathes as he gives himself a moment to adjust. "You're bigger than I remember."
Blaine throws his head back and laughs loudly. "It hasn't been that long," he points out. "And I promise I've not had any enhancements."
"Good," Kurt pants as he slowly begins to move, "you really don't need any." They fall silent as Blaine holds Kurt's hips tight while he rides his cock, the only sound coming from their labored breathing and the sound of their skin slapping together. Drawing his knees up, Blaine rises to meet Kurt's ass over and over, entranced by the way Kurt throws his head back and exposes his graceful throat. Kurt's hands rest on Blaine's chest, thumbs skimming absent mindedly over his nipples as his short, soft moans graduate to become longer and louder, punctuated by grunts of pleasure and exertion from Blaine as he thrusts up into him. Sensing his own impending pleasure, Blaine reaches for Kurt's cock, stroking him in time with their thrusts.
"Come with me," Blaine puffs out. "Kurt..." he gets no further as Kurt spills over his hand and he immediately feels his own orgasm hitting hard as he thrusts in as deep as he can, cock pulsing repeatedly as his hand grips Kurt's hip so hard it's sure to leave bruises. They stay that way, coming down from their high and waiting for their breathing to slow until eventually Kurt rolls off Blaine and curls into his side.
"Ew," he groans, screwing up his face in distaste. "Wet patch."
"It's your mess," Blaine laughs as he pulls him tight against him. "God I love you so much, Kurt. So damn much."
"I know," he smiles as he kisses his shoulder.
"No but really, I do," Blaine emphasizes. "Like, I love you so much, sometimes I feel like I could burst with the force of it. Like...I could get so much of you but it would never, ever, be enough. I am hopelessly, crazy in love with you right now. This is it," he beams as he props himself on one elbow to look down at him. "We're going to live with each other for the rest of our lives, Kurt. Think about that for a second."
"I'm sure that should be terrifying at only eighteen," Kurt muses for a moment. "But it's the most incredible feeling in the world. Ever," he grins as he pulls Blaine down into a long kiss.
"Kicky feet dance?" Blaine asks as he smiles blissfully against Kurt's lips.
"Kicky feet dance," Kurt laughs as they both lie on their backs, squealing and kicking their feet in excitement before dissolving into helpless laughter.
"Just as well I'm living with you," Kurt says once they've recovered.
"Why's that?"
"I don't think anyone else would understand."
Blaine laughs again as he strips the sheet from under Kurt and rummages in a suitcase to find more. "I've missed laughing with you," he says, gazing down at him adoringly as he brushes the hair from his forehead. "We haven't done a lot of that recently, and now we are again. I'm glad."
"Well, it keeps you young, I guess," Kurt teases as he rolls for Blaine to slide the clean sheet under him.
"Don't help or anything," Blaine laughs in disbelief. "It's okay. I'll do it."
"Thanks. And while you're up, I could really use some hot chocolate right now," he begs with wide blue eyes- the picture of perfect innocence.
"Well that's just tough, cause we haven't unpacked the pans yet," he grins smugly as he falls back into bed and snuggles into Kurt.
"Ah! A little project for you tomorrow while I'm busy networking with all my new college friends."
"Hmm, you feeling okay about that?" Blaine asks as he trails a finger up and down Kurt's torso.
"Nervous as hell."
"Want me to walk you in?"
"Yes please," Kurt rushes out with a grateful kiss to his lips. "Thank you."
"Kurt?"
"Yes?"
"You'll be beyond fabulous, I know it."
"With age comes wisdom, huh?"
"Kurt?"
"Yes?"
"Shut it."
"Blaine?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"I love you too."