Hey everyone! Hope you all had a lovely week.

Can't thank you enough for the comments in the last chapter. You guys make me want to keep writing and writing and writing forever. Thanks for the motivation. It's priceless.

Love and gratitude goes out to Christine, for her help editing these chapters. And love and gratitude also need to be sent Sofi's way, for the encouragement.

This is part 2 of the song Put the Radio On.

Enjoy!

Put the radio on, put the radio on
So that no one can hear, put the radio on
Put the radio on, put the radio on
So that no one can hear, put the radio on

"We need to talk about last night."

Blaine, who was putting together his gym bag, froze. He looked over his shoulder, full of caution, and found Jack standing at their bedroom's doorway. His hair was a mess and he was still in pajamas, but he was frowning.

Had he heard Blaine last night when he was on the phone? Had he found out what he and Kurt had done?

"What about last night?" Blaine asked carefully.

"You were really weird at the fundraiser," Jack said, and oh, of course. Of course that was what this was about. "You kept pushing me away and making everyone uncomfortable…"

"Well, I'm sorry if I wasn't in the mood to be treated like a trophy husband or something," Blaine said. He just wanted to get out of here. He couldn't give two fucks about Jack's damn fundraiser. "I'm not some prop you can use when you feel like looking good in front of other people."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Jack asked brusquely.

The fact that Jack sounded almost offended really bothered Blaine. He had no right to act like he didn't know what Blaine was talking about – Blaine couldn't be the only one who had noticed the way their marriage had deteriorated.

"You know what it means," he said. He zipped his gym bag and hung it on his shoulder. "Last night had to be the most attention you've paid me in months, and it was all for other people's benefit. So I'm sorry if I wasn't in the mood to be the perfect arm candy." He walked past him and Jack didn't try to stop him. "I'm going to the gym. I should be back in time to make lunch for the kids."

"I have to go out this afternoon," Jack said, offering no more explanation.

Blaine didn't need it. "I bet you do," was all he said, before he left the apartment.

He stopped thinking about his husband as soon as he left the building.

Kurt was already at the gym when Blaine arrived. Blaine really loved that, that Kurt was always there waiting for him, that he always arrived first when they were meeting for coffee or for whatever plans they had, like Kurt was so eager to see him that he never wanted to risk being late. It made him feel appreciated in a way Blaine didn't even know he could feel appreciated. Kurt was always, always exceeding expectations.

They were usually really chaste when greeting each other, especially in public, but something seemed to have changed since last night, and when Kurt opened his arms in invitation, Blaine walked right into them, and Blaine surged forward, raising slightly on the tip of his toes, to press his mouth against Kurt's. It was an open-mouthed kiss, hungry and sensual – it was like chaste had never even been in their vocabulary.

Kurt's fingers dug into his hips, thumbs stroking his hip bones, and Blaine was reminded of what he had told him the night before on the phone.

Kurt broke the kiss when Blaine pressed himself even closer, letting out a tiny, almost imperceptible moan. His pale cheeks were anything but pale – they were alight with the same fire that was licking at Blaine's insides. His blue eyes were dark in a way Blaine had never seen them. "We… might be kicked out of the gym if we keep going."

"Sorry," Blaine said sheepishly, but he wasn't really sorry at all. He didn't step away from Kurt's arms. "Hi."

Kurt's smile was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He reached out to tuck one of Blaine's curls back into place. Or maybe he just wanted an excuse to keep touching him. "Hi."

Someone nearby laughed uproariously and broke the spell between them momentarily, enough to make them break away and take a couple of steps back, putting some distance between them.

It probably hadn't been the best idea in the world to meet at the gym after what had happened the previous night, but neither had been thinking straight.

They also didn't seem too inclined to get into a heavy workout – it was hard enough looking away from each other, so anything with lifting was ruled out at once. It would only end in accidents. They got on the treadmill, which seemed innocent enough.

It wasn't – nothing would ever be innocent after last night.

All Blaine could see was the way Kurt's muscles flexed as he ran, the strength of his thighs (what would they look like wrapped around Blaine's head as he blew him?), the surprising broadness of his back (Blaine wanted to hold onto it, finger digging into the taut, pale skin there, maybe leave a few marks…), the roundness of his ass in those stupid red shorts (and here whatever thought Blaine had made him short-circuit, and he had to look away before he got half-hard in the middle of the gym).

And it certainly looked like Kurt was having very, very similar problems, his hungry blue eyes following the lines of Blaine's body like he was cataloguing all the places where he wanted to lick him…

It was, simultaneously, the best and the worst work out of their lives.

Kurt drank some water as he ran and a droplet made a tantalizing path out of the corner of his mouth, down his jaw, following the line of his neck…

"Should we…" Blaine started, feeling like he was about to explode. "Should we just go grab some coffee?"

Kurt looked almost pathetically grateful. "God, yes."

But if Blaine was hoping to have a chance to cool off, he had been wrong.

The locker room was empty when they went in, and they both grabbed their things to take a quick shower. Kurt was asking him if he wanted to try a new coffee shop near the park instead of going to their usual one, but then Blaine took his shirt off and Kurt was instantly silent.

Blaine held the shirt against his chest, like he wasn't sure whether he should just put it back on, but then it was like something snapped inside of Kurt, and he took the shirt from him, dropping it on the floor, as he moved in to kiss him. Blaine wrapped his arms around him, both because it felt like the right thing to do, and because he felt himself losing balance as Kurt pushed him back until they were in one of the shower stalls. He pressed Blaine against the wall.

"Oh god, this was a mistake," Kurt muttered as he kissed down Blaine's neck. He nipped a bit at the edge of his jaw and the tendon at the base of his throat. His hands were splayed on Blaine's naked chest.

Blaine felt like he was just a teenager again, with no way to control his libido. He bucked against Kurt without thinking, earning a groan from him. He sneaked his hands under Kurt's shirt – his skin was a little sticky with sweat, but it felt marvelous against his fingertips. He let his head fall back against the tiled wall, and he closed his eyes as Kurt kissed his collarbone. "Kurt, shit, that… that feels so good."

He couldn't remember the last time he had been this aroused, with the exception of last night; aroused enough to not care about getting caught, aroused enough to be a little reckless. He felt young and free and – well, it had to be said – horny, like his body was screaming for something and he finally had it right there, within reach, to give it to it.

And alive. Kurt always made him feel so alive.

But despite how much he wanted this – how much he wanted to drop down on his knees right here in the shower stall and pull Kurt's gym shorts down, how much he wanted to rub himself against him until they both came, how much he wanted to get naked and feel Kurt's bare skin against his own with no barriers between them – he was still aware that what they needed to stop. What would happen if someone walked in and saw them?

Blaine didn't really want to think about it.

"Kurt," he said, and he buried his fingers on Kurt's hair, tugging gently to get him to stop kissing him. Kurt groaned, like he actually liked it and it spurred him on. Blaine's cock twitched in his shorts. "Kurt, hey, come on. We need to… we need to stop."

"Oh," Kurt stopped at once. His eyes were a little wide, and there was a slight flash of panic in his eyes, like he was afraid Blaine was about to tell him that it had all been a mistake.

And Blaine should have probably told him exactly that. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He gave him a reassuring peck, right on the corner of his lips, and it was so, so difficult not to just deepen the kiss and go for more. "I don't think it would be a great idea to get caught doing this here."

Kurt relaxed against him. His hands were still on Blaine's chest. Blaine never wanted him to stop touching him. "Sorry, it's just…" He shook his head, and there was something disbelieving about the way he glanced at Blaine. "What are you doing to me, Blaine?"

Blaine smiled at the awe in Kurt's voice. "Same thing you're doing to me, I guess," he replied.

Kurt chuckled and leaned in for another kiss, like he couldn't stop himself. It was slow and not as deep as it could have been, but it still made Blaine's toes curl with pleasure. "What are we going to do?"

It wasn't a question Blaine wanted to think much about, so instead he turned it back to Kurt. "What do you want to do?"

Kurt looked at him like he knew exactly what he was doing, but let it slide. His thumb had begun to trace circles on Blaine's chest, and it was so close to his left nipple that Blaine was having trouble focusing on anything else. "I want us to meet for drinks tonight," he said at last, in a soft voice that just did things to Blaine. "And then… then I kind of want us to skip the drinks altogether."

Blaine whimpered and, against his better judgement, pulled Kurt into another kiss. He wanted him. He wanted him with a fierce intensity that seemed to numb everything else. And it had been such a long time since Blaine had allowed himself to have what he wanted…

Maybe it was time he stopped sacrificing his happiness, his satisfaction, his general contentment for other people's sakes.

"Okay," he said against Kurt's lips. "Just tell me where and I'll meet you there."

There was no such thing as consequences, not when Kurt kissed him back like Blaine had done something very, very right.

Every time the guilt tried to rise up his throat like bile, he pushed it down, down, down, made himself think of something else, told himself nothing had happened – even though it had, even though everything felt different, even though the taste of Blaine was now as familiar on his tongue as the taste of coffee in the morning.

Kurt looked at himself in the mirror. He felt different, too. He felt like he was standing taller, like there was a brightness in his eyes that had been muted for too long. He had spent most of the afternoon too distracted to work, and Blaine filled his thoughts like he belonged there, like he had built a nest there and didn't plan to leave at all.

And Kurt didn't want him to leave, which was both terrifying and wonderful.

He grabbed the perfume that Rachel had given him for his last birthday and sprayed it on his wrists and neck. The bottle was mostly untouched, and he realized that he had stopped paying attention to those little details – Ian never noticed if he smelled nice or if he was wearing a new shirt, or if he got a new haircut, unless he was bound for a new author picture for his books, and then his appearance was all his husband could notice…

But the way Blaine looked at him… it made him want to put in the effort to look better. It made him want to smell nice so Blaine would hide his face in the crook of his neck and breathe him. Blaine noticed him. When his eyes were on Kurt, he looked hungry for him.

It was exhilarating.

That afternoon, while he was failing to be productive and all he could think about was tonight (or even last night, and that phone call… just thinking of it made his dick twitch), he thought about what they could do, where they could meet. And he had glanced around at his empty apartment and considered it for a moment, but that was when the guilt started to appear, and Kurt couldn't deal with it now.

It couldn't happen here. It had to be somewhere else.

He booked a room in a hotel downtown. It had a really great bar, so they could sit there first, have a drink, give each other time in case they wanted to call it off. Blaine had told him to cross the line, and they had, but it felt like they hadn't gone as far as they could have, not yet, and Kurt wanted to be sure they were both on board, that they both knew what they were getting into, before they went down that one-way street.

They didn't have to go up to the room. They could just sit together at the bar and let their fingers touch on the table top as they nursed the same drink all night. They could just look at each other and imagine what could happen – having a healthy, vivid imagination wasn't cheating.

But Kurt could feel the fire burning inside of him – a voracious fire that he knew he couldn't put out. It was going to consume him, whether he and Blaine had sex or not…

God, sex with Blaine. Putting it so bluntly, even without saying it out loud, felt like a lot. And it should have sobered him, the bluntness of it, but it didn't. It just made him want it more. The desire ran through his veins like liquor.

For the past couple of years, he had felt like everything had started to slip from his hands, everything he thought he had, everything he had ever been sure of. He had looked at himself and wondered if he had taken all the wrong steps.

He looked at Blaine and felt like he was finally, finally stepping in the right direction.

His entire world was backwards.

As he was checking his hair for the millionth time, his phone vibrated on the dresser. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the disappointment: it was going to be just like the previous night, and Blaine was going to cancel on him, and Kurt would spend the night sitting in his darkened living room, wondering if he was truly with his husband or if he had just come up with an excuse to stop whatever this insanity with Kurt was.

But insanity had never felt this good before.

He opened Blaine's message, heart pounding wildly against his ribcage.

[From Blaine]: Leaving my apartment in five minutes. See you there.

The relief that washed over him was unprecedented, just like the sudden rush of excitement that settled in his belly.

[From: Kurt]: Can't wait.

He checked himself in the mirror one last time and hurried to leave the apartment – he couldn't get to Blaine quick enough.

I don't have time to listen to my mind
To think about the signs, to think about our lives
Let's pretend that this will never end
We're in control of it
We will be disciplined

Blaine was there first this time. It had taken forever for Kurt to get a cab, and he had cursed under his breath for not leaving sooner. Kurt walked into the bar and looked around for a moment, trying to get acclimated to the semi-darkness, interrupted only by ambience light on the small tables and above the bar. Blaine was sitting on a stool at the counter, and there was a man standing next to him – for a moment Kurt was worried his husband had somehow tagged along, but he knew that was ridiculous. This was a total stranger, and he was clearly hitting on Blaine.

Kurt took a few strides to get to where Blaine was. He wrapped his arm around his waist from behind, startling him slightly, but not as much as the other man startled by his arrival, and he leaned in to kiss him. Blaine melted into it right away, hands coming up to grab onto the lapels of Kurt's coat, pulling him a little closer. By the time they broke away, cheeks flushed and lips wet, the stranger was gone.

"Was he bothering you?" Kurt asked in a low voice.

Blaine cupped his cheek, like he didn't want to stop touching him. Good. "Not really. He was perfectly respectful. I was just telling him I was waiting for someone."

"Didn't look like he was taking the hint," Kurt said.

Blaine smiled at him. "It's fine, Kurt. Honestly, it's kind of nice that I can still get a man's attention at a bar. I'm starting to get used to not even having my husband's."

Kurt arched an eyebrow at him. He hadn't expected a mention of Blaine's husband – or his own, really – to happen so soon into the night. Or at all. Part of him wanted to pretend neither of them existed. "I thought it was clear that you had my attention. And even more than that."

Blaine looked away, hesitating. "Sorry. I'm making this weird already, aren't I?"

Kurt's face softened. He leaned a bit into Blaine's hand. "Hey. It's not weird. It doesn't have to be weird. And nothing even needs to happen, you know that. We just… we can just have a glass of wine and call it a night."

There was a quiet sort of desperation in Blaine's eyes at Kurt's words. "No," he said at once. "No, I don't want that. I want…"

And in the space of the things he didn't say, he actually did say a lot.

Because Kurt wanted it too, and he didn't need him to say it out loud to know what he meant.

"I got us a room," he said, and for a moment he worried that being so clear, that spelling it out like that, would mean that Blaine would recoil, like reality would catch up with them unless he kept their intentions secretive and subtle. "I… I mean, it was just in case. We don't have to…"

Blaine kissed him again, and god, Kurt would never get tired of it, of the swift, perfect pressure of Blaine's mouth on his. When he pulled away, he looked right into Kurt's eyes, his own hazel ones dipped in gold and darkness. "Let's go," he said.

They skipped the drinks.

Kurt stopped by the reception to pick up their key and then they waited for the elevator in the lobby, goosebumps rising on their skin in anticipation. Blaine reached out to take his hand, like he needed something to hold onto, to ground him. Kurt squeezed it.

A businessman with a phone glued to his ear got in the elevator with them. They stood in a corner together as he talked angrily at whoever was on the other end, complaining about a failed meeting. Kurt and Blaine didn't look at each other.

He got out on the fifth floor and they continued on to the fourteenth. As soon as the doors closed behind the man, Blaine turned to Kurt and wrapped his arms around him, tucking his face in the crook of his neck – he inhaled his perfume slowly, Kurt noticed, pleased – holding him very tightly. Kurt held him back and realized Blaine was shaking a bit.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes," Blaine said, with no hesitation, easing some of Kurt's concerns.

Kurt rubbed his back comfortingly anyway. Maybe he was having second thoughts, and that was fine. Should he be having second thoughts? Maybe he was a terrible person, because he didn't. All he wanted was to get to that room, lock the door and have what he wanted the most.

He didn't want to think about whether he should have it. He didn't even want to think about whether it was right or wrong to want it. He just wanted to hold Blaine and let go of every doubt, every fear, every moment of loneliness he'd had in the past.

He wanted to ask Blaine what he was thinking about, but he was worried the answer would be my husband. Kurt didn't give a fuck about Blaine's husband, but maybe the mention of him would mean he'd have to think about his own husband, halfway across the world, who had no idea that Kurt was in a hotel with another man…

Well. So much for not thinking.

And then Blaine lifted his head and looked at him and Kurt was breathless. His eyes were wide and bright, and his lips were parted. He was the most beautiful man Kurt had ever set eyes on.

Whatever guilt had started growing inside of him stayed in the elevator when they exited on their floor.

They found their room at the end of the hallway. Kurt opened the door and let Blaine in. there was a large window on the opposite wall with an impressive view of Manhattan, and Blaine went straight to it, and he stood there looking outside as Kurt closed the door, took his coat off and glanced around the room to make sure it was perfect.

Blaine didn't move. Kurt went towards him and carefully wrapped his arms around him from behind, not wanting to startle him. Blaine tilted his head back to let it rest on Kurt's shoulder, relaxing into the embrace.

"You know we don't have to do anything at all," Kurt whispered, like it was a secret. "We can just lay down in bed and hold each other and I'll be more than happy just getting to snuggle with you for a few hours…"

"I know," Blaine said, and then Kurt saw him smirk slightly in the reflection on the window. "I don't think you'd be able to keep your hands to yourself, though."

Kurt chuckled and kissed his temple. "Well, could you blame me? I happen to be lucky enough to have a gorgeous guy in my arms who's pretty hard to resist…"

Blaine's smirk turned into a soft smile. "Kurt… the things you say…"

"What?" Kurt smiled, too. "It's all true."

"You make me feel like a teenager," Blaine laughed. "Honestly, I haven't felt like this since high school, probably."

Kurt hummed. "I would have loved to see you in high school. I bet you were really cute."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "I don't know about that. I wore a really dapper uniform, though."

"Ooh," Kurt tilted his head to drop a kiss on the curve of Blaine's neck. "A private school boy. I'm tempted to ask if you still have the blazer."

Blaine laughed again. "Sorry to disappoint."

"You could never disappoint," Kurt replied.

Blaine turned slowly in Kurt's arms until they were face to face. "You are…" he shook his head, like he couldn't quite believe it. "Kurt, you are everything I dreamed of when I was fifteen years old and I had just come out and I was scared of what the world would throw at me for it. I would close my eyes and try to replace all the bad thoughts by imagining the best thing that could happen to me. And the best looked a lot like you."

How was Kurt not going to kiss him after that? He felt so overwhelmed with everything he felt for Blaine, like his heart had grown four sizes overnight and his whole body had had to shift and re-accommodate itself to fit it.

Kissing him felt like turning on a tap, and everything he had inside poured out, free and unstoppable. He wondered if it felt like that for Blaine, too, like there were no restrictions, no conditions, like everything that mattered was feeling the other's lips, the way the kiss sent tingles down their spines, down to the tips of their toes, and then back up again to the roots of their hair. It was a full body experience, even when it was a simple, innocent brush of lips, and now that they were allowing themselves to hold each other, to run their hands down each other's backs, it was almost too much. It almost hurt, how good it was.

They only broke away when they needed a moment to breathe, and even then Blaine clung to him, lips pressing to his neck, fingers clawing at him almost desperately.

"Kurt…" he said, and it was the neediness in his voice that completely shattered Kurt.

Slowly, Kurt began to guide him away from the window and towards the bed. Blaine went easily, tugging at Kurt's shirt. The kisses became more heated, less focused, as the urge to take each other's clothes off became overpowering. The back of Blaine's knees hit the edge of the mattress, and he sat down, glancing up at Kurt with those impossibly long eyelashes of his, looking absolutely sinful.

His hands went to the buckle of Kurt's belt, and Kurt's breath stuttered past his lips.

"Blaine…" He muttered, tremulously.

Blaine's thumb traced a circle over the zipper of his pants, where his cock was already half and pushing for release. It took everything he had not to moan – he was already lost and they hadn't done anything. "Can I?" Blaine asked.

"Do whatever you want to me," Kurt said pathetically.

But it earned him a smile from Blaine, a gesture so sweet that it almost looked out of place as Blaine unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Kurt watched him – he really, really enjoyed watching him – as he pulled the pants open and ran his thumb over the elastic of his navy blue underwear. Then he hooked his fingers on the waist of Kurt's pants and tugged them down, underwear included. Kurt's cock bounced free, curving towards his stomach, and the tip was already wet with pre-come. It left a little smear of it on the edge of his shirt.

He was very, very aware of Blaine's eyes on him. It was almost reverent and awe-struck, like he wasn't sure he was allowed to touch, despite what Kurt had said. It was taking everything Kurt had – every strength, every ounce of self-control – not to say something, not to move, just let him take his time. And then, very tentatively, Blaine reached out and wrapped his fingers around him, and Kurt was pretty sure this was what it felt like to be reborn.

Not tilting his head up, Blaine looked up, eyes hooded and bright, and then parted his lips and took him into his mouth. Kurt swore he blacked out for a moment – he hadn't expected him to go for it so soon.

"Shit, Blaine," he muttered, and he put his hand on Blaine's head, fingers threading through his curls.

The tip of Blaine's tongue trailed across the underside of his cock, he sucked on the head and then pulled off. "Is this okay?"

"I'm pretty sure I'll die if you stop," Kurt whined.

"Well, we don't want that, do we…" Blaine said, rather cheekily, before he opened his mouth again, and swallowed him down.

Kurt had to admit he had imagined what it would be like to be with Blaine like this a lot in the past few days. It was almost embarrassing how much time he had spent daydreaming of being with Blaine, of finally allowing himself to have this. Though he knew Blaine was passionate – the way he kissed him sometimes made his insides twist into a knot – he hadn't expected this level of eagerness. He'd thought Blaine would be tentative, slow, soft, like he would be constantly trying to reassure himself and Kurt whether what they were doing was right or wrong. But it was like that Blaine had stayed outside and had been replaced by this version, the one who had immediately reached for Kurt's zipper, the one who hadn't wasted a second before putting his mouth on him.

Kurt didn't think he could last long.

And he didn't want this to be over before he could truly savor it.

Still, Blaine looked so sinfully joyful as he sucked him, lips taut and pink around him, that Kurt couldn't quite stop him. He breathed slowly, trying to keep himself in control, as Blaine bobbed his head. His hands had moved to Kurt's lower back and were now slowly making their way down, until they were both resting on his ass, pushing a bit to get Kurt to thrust into his mouth.

And god, that opened a world of possibilities… but Kurt cupped Blaine's face and gently pulled him off.

Blaine's lips were glistening with spit and pre-come. He looked up at him, clearly worried that he had done something wrong.

"If you keep going I'll come so fast and so hard that this will be over way before it should," he explained. "And I was hoping I'd get to take my time with you."

In case there wasn't another chance.

It was definitely not the time to be having that kind of thought, so Kurt pushed it all down, down, down to deal with later.

Blaine leaned in to kiss the tip of his cock once more, and it took every strength Kurt had in his body not to push back into the velvet heat of his mouth. "Tell me what you want," he said, in a soft whisper.

There wasn't a word that could describe what he wanted. Even everything fell short.

But there was a starting place, at least. "Take your clothes off," he said.

Blaine let out a shuddering breath before he stood up, tacitly forcing Kurt to take two steps back to make room for him. He didn't take his eyes off Kurt as he unbuttoned his shirt and he didn't move away when Kurt reached to help him slide it off his shoulders. His skin was warm and a little more golden in contrast with his own, and all Kurt wanted was to put his mouth on him, on every little inch of him, and perhaps leave a mark or two.

They were standing so close he could feel the heat of Blaine's breath on the side of his neck as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his legs. It felt like a dance – they moved together, getting rid of layers, but making sure there wasn't more distance between them than there needed to be.

It was so easy, to simply lean in and take Blaine's mouth again, to kiss him deep and a little dirty, tasting himself on his tongue. Blaine pressed closer, and it was different now, with no barriers between them, just the delicious warmth of skin on skin. There was a dusting of hair on Blaine's chest and Kurt ran his fingers through it, thumbnail catching slightly on his right nipple just to get Blaine to gasp into his mouth.

It was perfect. Everything was perfect.

"Touch me," Blaine whispered against his lips, brokenly. "Please touch me, Kurt."

How could Kurt deny him anything when he asked him like that? He trailed his hand down until he could wrap his fingers around Blaine's erection. He pressed his forehead to Blaine's temple and looked down their bodies, so he could follow the movement of his hand as he tightened his grip around him.

Blaine was beautiful, so, so beautiful. And tonight he was Kurt's.

They moved slowly, always in sync, until they were laying down on the bed, Kurt climbing over Blaine's body. They took their time kissing, grinding lightly against each other – there was a certain freedom about tonight, about knowing no one and nothing could come between them as long as they were in this room. There was no rush. The outside world didn't exist – they could just chase their pleasure until it broke like a wave on the shore.

Kurt kissed down the column of his neck, teeth nipping softly at the tendon at the base. Blaine raised his legs, wrapping them around Kurt, and bucked up against him. Kurt whined and lifted himself up slightly on his arms, so he could hover over him.

"I have…" he started to say, his voice coming out a lot rougher than he had expected. He cleared his throat and tried again. "I have condoms and lube. In my coat. I…"

Blaine licked his lips. "Go get them," he said, without hesitation.

It was pretty ungraceful, the way Kurt got out of bed and rushed across the room to where he had dropped his things on the floor, but he suddenly needed Blaine, and he couldn't wait for another second. He grabbed the condoms and the lube and marched back to bed, taking only two seconds to allow himself to look at him, spread out naked on the bed, hard for him, waiting.

Then he kneeled between his parted legs and sucked him into his mouth as he opened the bottle of lube.

A minute ago he didn't want to rush through things, wanted to take his time… but now he was so consumed with lust and desire that he couldn't wait another second.

Blaine responded so very vocally, throwing his head back and letting out a long, drawn out moan. The sound went straight to Kurt's groin. He had to throw an arm across Blaine's belly to keep his hips still – whatever restraint Blaine had still had until this moment had dissolved, and he became a lot freer and wilder, seeking his own pleasure in a way that was beautiful to witness.

Kurt wanted to give him everything – he wanted to see him come over and over again, he wanted to hear him scream.

He wanted to give him everything his husband wasn't giving him.

He lifted his head to look at Blaine in the eyes, his fingers coated in lube. "Can I…?" He asked.

"Yes," Blaine whined. He parted his legs even more and Kurt let out a little groan. He loved how willing he was, how ready.

He started with one finger. His mouth returned to the base of Blaine's cock, mouthing at the shaft, as he pushed past the first resistance. Blaine was tight and hot around him, already squeezing greedily. Kurt rutted a bit against the bed – if Blaine kept going like this, he was going to come, untouched, just from the friction he got on the bed and Blaine's reactions.

"God, go faster," Blaine said. His voice was almost unrecognizable. "I need more, Kurt."

"Okay, okay," Kurt said, and though it pained him not being able to put his mouth on him, he removed his finger and grabbed him by the waist. "Turn around," he added.

Blaine was eager and fast to comply. He got on his knees and bent down, hiding his flushed face on his arms, and raising his ass in the air. Kurt rewarded him by getting two fingers inside of him, crooking them in search of his prostate.

"Shit, you're perfect," Kurt said, and Blaine moaned at the praise, like he wasn't expecting it. "You take it so well, Blaine."

"More, Kurt," he said, and he had never heard him so high-pitched before. "Make me feel it, come on."

How was Kurt supposed to resist that? He scissored his fingers, opening him up for a third one, and then pushed back in, drinking in the moans and little gasps that Blaine was letting out. When he began to push back against his hand, building a rhythm, Kurt was mesmerized, could hardly stop watching him, even forgot for a moment about his own erection, about his own need for release.

He leaned in and kissed one of Blaine's ass cheeks, almost tenderly. "You're so gorgeous like this," he said.

"Fuck me," Blaine wailed. "Please, please, please, Kurt, just fuck me."

Kurt was so hard it hurt. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to regain some control, and then pulled his fingers free. He reached for the condoms and the lube again. He rolled one on his cock and coated himself with lube, jerking himself a couple of times to get the edge off.

Kurt positioned himself behind him. He grabbed Blaine's hip and held him in place as he guided his cock past the first ring of muscle. Once he was inside, he reached for Blaine's hands, covering his back with his own body, and stretched them over his head. He bit the back of his neck.

"God, you're so tight…" he said. "I should have prepped you a little better…"

"No, no," Blaine said, already trying to push back against him. "This is perfect, Kurt. This is just what I wanted, what I needed… just come on, move. Move."

So Kurt moved. He fucked him relentlessly, until the headboard was hitting the wall and Blaine's moans were echoing in tandem. He got louder and louder with every second, like he couldn't hold back, so Kurt didn't either. He grunted and moaned, and held his hips hard enough to leave fingerprints all over his skin as he thrusted in and out, in and out, at an unforgiving pace.

It was so weird, but fucking Blaine somehow felt like coming home.

When Blaine's moans got higher and more desperate, Kurt realized he was close, so he reached around him and wrapped his fingers around his cock – it was hot and heavy and leaking at the tip, leaving a wet spot on the duvet. He began jerk him off in time with his thrusts, until Blaine was a mewling mess, undulating back and forth, towards Kurt's cock and then back towards his fist, like he wasn't sure what he enjoyed the most, like he couldn't get enough of either.

His orgasm hit him like a freight train: he screamed and pushed back one last time, like he wanted to be as full as it was possible, while he came all over Kurt's hand. It was without a doubt the most exquisitely erotic sight Kurt had ever seen in his life. And then Blaine went all loose and pliant under him, but he kept his hips up, so willing and open, letting himself be used for Kurt's release.

Kurt had been close for a while now, but had wanted to get Blaine off first, so he finally allowed himself to let go, to stop holding back. He came so hard and so suddenly his entire body felt like it had gotten an electric discharge – he shook through it, screaming Blaine's name and biting the back of his shoulder.

And then came the stillness, as he collapsed on top of him, silence broken only by their ragged panting as they tried to get their breathing back to normal, as their hearts beat so furiously they could hear each other's, feel each other's, pounding away.

It had all been so frantic and hot. For a moment, before they truly got started, Kurt had thought it would all be slow and sweet, like every dream and fantasy he'd had when he was younger, when all he wanted was romance. But Blaine's eagerness, and his own need to silence intrusive thoughts had snapped everything into a different focus.

He placed a kiss to the same place he had bit on as he came, on the back of Blaine's shoulder. He delayed pulling out. He wanted to stay connected to Blaine for as long as he could.

He was scared of what would happen when this was over. He was scared of what they would do when reality set in again.

Kurt closed his eyes and ran his hand down Blaine's body, a slow, soothing caress. He should have taken his time. He should have slowed down. He should have kissed him more. He should have told him over and over how beautiful he was…

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, his voice hoarse from screaming.

"I should be asking you that," Kurt murmured with a half-smile. "Are you uncomfortable?"

"A bit," Blaine tried to shrug, which wasn't easy with Kurt still on top of him. "But it's alright."

Kurt sighed and slowly tilted his hips away. He had to roll off Blaine to dispose of the condom, but he scooted closer again as soon as he was done. Blaine went to him easily, hiding his face in the crook of his neck and breathing out slowly.

Maybe he wasn't the only one who was afraid of what would happen when they realized what they had just done, and what it meant.

But he had no regrets. How could he regret anything, if he had Blaine in his arms?

Blaine held him tight, and tangled their legs together. It was cold in the room, and they should have pulled the blankets over them, but they didn't want to let go of each other long enough to do that.

"Blaine, I…" Kurt began to say.

"Don't," Blaine cut him off. "Don't say anything, Kurt. Let's just stay like this, at least a little while longer. Can we do that?"

"Sweetheart, we can stay like this for as long as you want to," Kurt said softly.

If he had a wish tonight, he would only ask for time to stand still, so he didn't have to let go.

Maybe I'm just dreaming, I wish I was dreaming
I wish I was dreaming, I wish I was dreaming

In the end, there was time for more. Holding each other didn't feel like enough. Soon the heat was reborn, like it had never been quenched, like it was still burning bright and unstoppable inside of them, and they went for a second round. Then they showered, and they couldn't keep their hands off each other there, either, because every moment they weren't touching each other felt like a moment wasted.

Kurt learned what it felt like when Blaine moaned into his mouth as he came, and learned what he tasted like on the back of his knees, of the inside of his thighs. He swallowed his come and let Blaine kiss him afterwards, and everything felt so incredibly wild.

They fucked until their bodies were aching with it, like they weren't sure they would have another chance to.

Probably not.

It was late – or early, depending on how you saw it – when they were finally spent, unable to move, knowing they had to leave, that they had to go home, that they couldn't keep pretending that there wasn't some other place where they had to be. Blaine was laying on top of Kurt, tracing lazy circles on his chest, kissing his jaw and his neck and every available spot of skin he could reach from there, and Kurt had his arms around his waist, holding him in place.

"When do you need to get home?" Kurt asked at last, when he couldn't avoid the question any longer.

The downturn of Blaine's mouth was suddenly bitter. "About two hours ago."

Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's crazy hair. He loved his curls. "Then we should probably get going."

Blaine lifted his head and watched him – there was a hint of despair there in his eyes that hadn't been present earlier. He moved in and kissed Kurt, deep and hard and a little too eager again.

"One more for the road," he said, and he began to slide down Kurt's body.

Kurt threw his head back, and let him have him. Like he had a choice.

He already belonged to him.

Put the radio on
Feel my heart banging like a gun
Put the radio on, put the radio on
I feel your light surround me like a song

Not much left to say, huh?

See you next week :D

L.-