Blaine McGregor was not really a morning person although he'd learned to wake up and get moving quickly in boarding school; evil things happened to students who slept through first period and earned demerits for their floors. Blaine had also learned to value the quiet of the early morning before the dorms exploded into mayhem and lunacy so he'd become an early riser.

On the Monday morning after Christmas, Blaine had expected to wake up next to Kurt but his boyfriend's side of the bed – Blaine paused to savor that thought – was barely warm, Blaine's robe was missing and there was a faint aroma of coffee drifting up the stairs. According to the alarm clock on the nightstand, it was only six thirty four but he was curious about where Kurt was and how he was doing. After a pit stop in the bathroom to pee, brush his teeth and to deal with a wretched case of bed-head, Blaine pulled on his socks and a heavy sweatshirt, checked his messages then wandered downstairs.

Kurt was in front of the stove and stirring something in a pot. He'd obviously been awake for a while as there was coffee brewed, a steaming cup of coffee on the counter next to him and he was swaying to the beat, singing along to the radio that Blaine's mom kept on the kitchen counter.

' . . . all the city lights on the water/You saw me start to believe for the first time/You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter/ You are the best thing that's ever been mi-'

"Aah!" Kurt said, having turned around and spotted Blaine standing there, almost dropping the spoon he'd been using, "How long have you been there?" Kurt asked.

"Not long." Blaine replied with a smile, "I thought you didn't like country music?"

Kurt sniffed and turned around, snapping off the burner under the pot. "Taylor Swift is hardly what I'd call country and that's the only station I could get on the radio."

Something about the way Kurt was standing and how his eyes had flashed and looked kind of green in Blaine's plaid robe – Blaine could almost feel his heart flipping over. Despite his best intentions, he walked up behind Kurt and carefully slid his arms around Kurt's waist. He hooked his chin onto Kurt's shoulder and while Kurt didn't exactly freeze at his touch it took a moment for Kurt to relax into Blaine's arms and slip his hands over Blaine's.

"The radio's broken so I'm not accusing you of secretly loving Conway Twitty. I'm sorry I scared you. Did you sleep well?"

"You didn't scare me. I was just surprised and yes I did, thank you." Kurt said, leaning back onto Blaine, "How about you?"

"I did too. So I didn't drool all over you and snore up a storm?" Blaine asked.

"Nope." Kurt replied easily.

They stood there for a moment, Kurt took a breath, turned so he was facing Blaine, draped his arms over Blaine's shoulders and smiled at his boyfriend. "Hi."

Blaine smiled back and let his hands rest lightly on Kurt's waist. "Hi."

"I have to tell you something," Kurt said softly, staring at Blaine's lips with those amazing eyes and moving a little closer.

"What?" Blaine asked just as softly, feeling his pulse start to flutter and race as Kurt's fingers started playing with the curls at the back of his neck.

"All day long yesterday, I kept waiting for you to kiss me. I understood why you didn't kiss me when I got here because that would have been awkward in front of the parents. Right?"

Blaine nodded, "Totally right."

"So I waited and you kept touching me just like you're doing now -" Kurt broke off and looked down where Blaine's left thumb had somehow slipped inside Kurt's pajamas and was making patterns on the soft skin of Kurt's waist.

Blaine, who hadn't consciously done that, stopped and Kurt frowned. Blaine couldn't help frowning too.

"I didn't say stop. Keep touching me; I like it. But you weren't kissing me and I really like that too. Then I woke up this morning and realized that you were probably waiting for me to kiss you. Right?"

Blaine nodded, feeling almost hypnotized by Kurt's eyes and voice and the feel of his skin.

"Because you're a kind and considerate guy and you aren't just going to assume." Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear, "Even though we're dating, you've been waiting for me to make the move. Right?"

"Right." Blaine said faintly, leaning into Kurt, sliding his right hand under Kurt's shirt and up his back to count the vertebrae along Kurt's spine.

"I guess I'd better kiss you. As a reward for your restraint and self-discipline." Kurt said, pulling back a little so he could look at Blaine again.

"Oh, yeah." Blaine watched as Kurt's eyes flicked down to his lips. Blaine's eyes naturally went to Kurt's lips and there was a little hint of the pink of Kurt's tongue -. "Kurt?"

"Yes, Blaine?"

"If you don't kiss me right this minute, I'm going to forget I've ever heard the word 'gentleman'."

Kurt obliged with a soft press of his lips to Blaine's.

For a moment, Blaine just let himself enjoy the kiss because this was Kurt kissing him and that was wonderful. Then Kurt's tongue licked across Blaine's and he opened his mouth to Kurt and Kurt's tongue swept into his mouth and tapped on his teeth like Kurt was sending a Morse code message to Blaine's tongue and Blaine's tongue got that message and answered by twinning with Kurt's. At the same time, Blaine's hands were discovering that Kurt wore some kind of silky boxer briefs and that the play of skin over muscle on Kurt's hips was fascinating and Kurt's hands were tangled up in his hair and they were probably recreating the curls that Blaine tried so hard to tame but Blaine couldn't bring himself to care.

Kurt shifted just a little and slid his leg in between Blaine's and it was perfect. Their bodies were pressed together and there's grinding and more shifting and suddenly Kurt is licking up Blaine's neck and Blaine's fingernails are making ten half-moon imprints into the spare flesh of Kurt's back and Blaine hears a low growl and it takes him a second to realize it's him and that both of Kurt's hands are now in his sweats and cupping his butt and the grinding between them gets close to unbearable and they both freeze for a moment.

"Blaine, is this okay?" Kurt asks, panting a little against Blaine's neck. "Can we really . .?"

"Make each other come standing in my mom's kitchen?" Blaine continued in a rush, tipping his head so Kurt's mouth was closer to his ear, "I'm all for it."

Blaine then realizes that the faint trembles he feels running through Kurt's body aren't entirely from sexual excitement. This is more than they've ever done before. He knows how scary it can be and he might be seventeen and horny as all get out but he's not a complete cad and he's made certain promises to Kurt. Blaine leans back a little so he can look at Kurt's face. Kurt's pupils are dilated, his cheeks are flushed and he's unconsciously biting his lips.

"We can stop if you want us to, Kurt. Stopping right here isn't going to change anything between us. I want you any way I can get you and if that means -."

Kurt pressed two fingers to Blaine's lips and looked at Blaine curiously. "You babble. A lot."

"I know. I assure you that my suave and sophisticated demeanor isn't a total act. I'm not. . . well, I was going to say that I'm not myself around you but that's not true. I think this is who am I am. The real person who doesn't need walls or trenches. I feel . . .free around you. And I'm babbling again, aren't I?"

"You are but I find it endearing." Kurt said with a smirk then leaned in to kiss Blaine again. "I want to. I trust you and I want to."

"But?" Blaine asked when Kurt made no future moves.

"Can we . . .can we lie down on a couch or in a bed?" Kurt asked, looking down and playing with the trim of Blaine's shirt. "I don't want to do it standing up; I'm kind of afraid I'll do something stupid like pass out, you know, after."

"Yes, we can do this in bed." Blaine said feeling liked he'd just been handed the keys to the castle, then looked over Kurt's shoulder to the stove. "What's in that pot?"

"Syrup. I was going to make pancakes."

"Can it sit on the stove or does it need to go in the fridge?"

"It should be okay on the stove for a while."

"Okay." Blaine stepped back from Kurt, adjusted himself and turned to the coffee maker, taking out a couple travel mugs and handing one to Kurt. "We don't want to waste the coffee."

Once they finished fixing their cups, Blaine took Kurt's hand and led him back up stairs. Blaine knew it was silly but he couldn't help walking backwards so he could keep looking at Kurt.

"Blaine, I'm not going to run away." Kurt said, looking at him with dancing eyes.

"I know. I just like looking at you." Blaine replied, leading Kurt into his bedroom.

Kurt lifted his arms and helped Blaine take off his t-shirt. The room was a little cold and he could feel his nipples react. Kurt was tempted to cross his arms but the way Blaine gazed at him with admiration so Kurt let his arms drop. Then he reached over and helped Blaine remove his sweatshirt and t-shirt in one move and was almost too busy staring at Blaine's bare chest to really notice when Blaine asked him something.

"Kurt?" Blaine said, waving his hand in Kurt's face.

"Wha-huh?"

"Do you want to keep your pajama bottoms on?" Blaine asked, hooking a finger into the waistband of his sweats.

Kurt thinks about it for a minute and shakes his head, "No. Wait. Um, are you taking your sweats off?'

"Yeah. If you don't mind?"

"Uh no." Kurt said, nervously.

"Kurt." Suddenly Blaine was closer and his arm was around Kurt's waist. "We can leave them on. We can still stop."

"I'm not getting cold feet," Kurt replied, feeling a blush rise on his face. "I just remembered that I'm wearing what Mercedes gave me for Christmas."

Blaine stepped back, cocked his hip back and asked, "Mercedes buys you underwear? For Christmas?"

Kurt sighed, "She knows how picky I am about my – well, everything I put on my body. A couple of years ago, I found these boxer briefs at the mall. Ten pair for ten bucks because they were on clearance. They were bamboo and Lycra and I don't know if you've noticed but I tend to wear fitted pants -."

"Oh, trust me, I've noticed." Blaine said with fervor.

"Those boxer briefs work perfectly under fitted pants but guess what? They're like thirty bucks each on the internet not including shipping and I'm picky but not a millionaire. Mercedes has an aunt who lives in Detroit and every time Mercedes goes up to visit, she goes over to Canada then brings me back underwear. It's a lot less expensive buying it there. Normally, I pay her back but this year, she decided to give me ten pair because I'm quote unquote difficult to buy for."

Blaine chuckled and shook his head, "Still doesn't explain what's so embarrassing about the ones you're wearing."

"I'll just let you see them, I guess." Kurt said, turning his back to Blaine, loosening the knot in his pajamas and letting them fall to the floor. He tensed, waiting for the hysterical laughter.

After a full minute he stepped out of his discarded pajamas and turned around to see Blaine just standing there staring at him and kind of panting.

Kurt looked down at the pair he was wearing and then back at Blaine. "Um? Blaine? They're pink. Isn't that funny?"

Blaine shook his head sharply and took a step forward, his hand lifting and then he ran a finger along Kurt's hip. "God, Kurt. You have no idea. I mean, I knew you had a great body and your skin is – wow."

Blushing, Kurt looked down at Blaine's hand. "I work out and I drink lots of water."

Stepping even closer, Blaine's other hand slipped around Kurt's waist. "Kurt, for the record? That color is nude not pink. I thought my heart was going to explode when you dropped your jammies because it looked like you weren't wearing any underwear. None. And then you were. Wow."

It took a minute but Kurt finally added up the staring, the panting, the way Blaine couldn't seem to keep his hands off the line where Kurt's underwear started and the now obvious tent in Blaine's sweats. "Is this kind of a kink for you?"

"It must be a new one. If I wasn't a thousand percent sure that it would totally freak you out . . .I would be on my knees right now."

Kurt thought about that for approximately .0047369 of a second, "I wouldn't freak out."

"You wouldn't? But you were kind of scared downstairs and -."

"Oh my cheesus. This is exactly what Quinn what talking about." Kurt said, shaking his head.

"Quinn? Your brother's baby mama?" Blaine asked, confused.

"She's not Finn's baby mama. She got pregnant by Puck while dating Finn but now she's dating Sam -."

"They need to make a TV show about your high school – they could call it, 'As the Dead President Turns.'".

Kurt laughed, "Okay, that's good but wait – Quinn said that men have two flaws – we don't talk and we don't listen."

"Hey!" Blaine exclaimed, looking affronted.

"That's what I said but she's totally right. I thought we talked about this but let me say it to you in plain language. I've masturbated, watched porn and hey, I've even got a few toys from Good Vibrations. I'm a virgin but I'm not some Victorian miss who will faint at the mere thought of sex. Are we both clear on this?" Kurt asked, standing with his hands on his hips and staring at Blaine.

Blaine coughed, sat down on the bed and crossed his legs."Yes."

"You are a kind and considerate person and you don't want to pressure me and I won't lie, I'm a little scared but mostly I'm nervous because I have no actual experience. None. Zero. Nada. Zip. I have no idea what to do and I keep waiting for 'bow chicka wow wow' to start so if I promise not to lie there and think of England, can you be the one who leads this time?"

Blaine laughed a little, pushed off his sweats and held out his hand,"Yeah, I can."

Kurt put his hand into Blaine's and let Blaine led him onto the bed.

They kissed for what felt like hours and by the end, Kurt was clinging to Blaine like a Disney prince clings to his one true love who just happens to be one of the other Disney princes. Of course Walt was probably spinning in his grave at that thought but that wasn't Kurt's problem. His problem was being so hard and wanting to thrust up against Blaine but Blaine outweighed him and isn't afraid to use that weight to keep Kurt pinned and unable to move beyond very tiny thrusts. Kurt wondered faintly if being pinned down should worry him but he was currently too busy feeling and watching Blaine lick his right nipple.

"You've, uh, been holding back, haven't you?" Kurt asked breathlessly, trying not to whine or tear Blaine's hair out by the roots.

"Just a little. I like foreplay." Blaine replied then licked his way over to Kurt's left nipple before continuing, "I'm trying to decide something."

"W-what?"

"How you get to come."

Kurt, sounding a little frustrated, asked "You mean, you're going to let me?"

Blaine looked up and grinned, "We've got hours and we're both going to come at least three times. Can we get rid of our underwear?"

"Yeah."

Since they were under the covers, it wasn't so weird for Kurt to be naked with Blaine for the first time and have Blaine be naked with him. It was kind of shocking to feel Blaine's very hard penis brush his hip and know that the damp trail he felt was pre-come. It was even more shocking to feel his own penis rub against Blaine's surprisingly hairy thigh. Just the thought of all this was enough to make Kurt come and he couldn't help reaching down and taking hold of himself until the urge passed. He didn't even notice when Blaine shifted to lie beside him and lifted up the covers to watch.

"Oh. Oh, that's it." Blaine whispered, kissing Kurt's shoulder and shifting so he was pressed up against Kurt's side, "Show me what you like to do."

It was just a matter of changing the grip of his hand and it was so hot, touching himself in front of Blaine who was staring at him with rapt fascination, telling him to go for it and that he is beautiful. He's coming hard in an embarrassingly short time. Before he has time to say anything, Blaine throws off the bedclothes and is – oh god – delicately licking the come from Kurt's hand and stomach. Kurt is hard again almost instantly and Blaine sort of swims up his body and then Blaine's cock sliding next to his, somehow one of Kurt's legs is hitched up around Blaine's waist and Blaine's hips are rocking into him and then they're both coming and it's hot and sticky and a little messy.

Once they've both caught their breath, Blaine pressed a quick hard kiss onto Kurt's lips and then rolled off of Kurt and the bed, heading for the bathroom. "I'll be right back."

Kurt couldn't help watching Blaine's bare butt disappear and even sat up to enjoy the view of Blaine's front side returning with a damp wash cloth. He didn't even protest when Blaine used the wash cloth to casually wipe off the come that was drying on Kurt.

Blaine tossed the cloth onto his pile of clothes, fluffed up the pillows, pulled up the covers over both of them and handed over Kurt's coffee mug while grabbing his own. Blaine then leaned back against the pillows and patted the sheets next to him. Kurt slid over and they somehow got settled with Kurt lying up against Blaine's side but with his hand free so he could sip at the still warm coffee.

Blaine had his coffee in one hand and had one arm slung over Kurt's shoulders, drawing little patterns along Kurt's back and neck. They were quiet for several minutes before Blaine broke the silence.

"What did you think? Was it okay?"

"I came twice in three minutes. So yeah, it was all good."

"There's nothing wrong with a fast recovery. It's the only good thing about being our age so enjoy while you can. Soon enough, we'll be fifty years old and popping Viagra or whatever the equivalent will be then. Hey, quick tip for you – never get my mom and my sister started on how man's quest for the eternal erection has run and ruined civilization."

Kurt coughed and almost spit up his coffee, "Uh, I promise?"

"Good because that rant is really emasculating. Are you finished with your coffee?"

"Pretty much."

"Do you want to go take a shower?"

"Seriously, do you have a clean fetish?"

"Kurt? I wasn't planning on cleaning in there."

Kurt thought about then smiled, "I could get on board with that plan."

Blaine had to agree with Kurt's rather awed expression over his shower. He'd felt the same way when he'd inherited the room from his sister. The shower was a ten by twelve foot cube with every known luxury feature including steam, aroma-therapy, LCD TV behind glass and touchscreen controls. At twelve he'd have showered every hour if his parents hadn't threatened to turn off the water to his bathroom.

He was busy explaining that to Kurt while he adjusted the water temperature and nozzles.

"Your parents installed a tank-less water heater for you?"

"Well, they did it so they'd finally have hot water in their shower. Dad did start calling this shower his son-in-law and well, that took some of the magic away plus I transferred to Dalton." Blaine said then leaned back against the tiles and cast what could only be called a 'come hither' look at Kurt, "You know, I have this fantasy about being in here with you and grabbing you by your tie and having my way with you."

"Why would I be wearing a tie in the shower?" Kurt asked looking interested and moving closer.

"I have no idea. And it's not just a tie, you're wearing a white shirt that goes all translucent in the water and kind of clings to you. Let me just tell you that the wet look is a very good look for you." Blaine said, sliding his hand down to his cock; it took just a second for Kurt come over and stand close to him.

Blaine really wished he had a camera to capture the look in Kurt's eyes as Kurt watched him stroke himself. Those amazing eyes were wide and trained on him like laser beams and the water is beading on those ridiculous lashes.

Using his free hand, Blaine reached up and brought Kurt's face close so he could kiss those lips. Kurt made a happy sound and finally started touching him. When Kurt's hand joined Blaine's, Blaine made a happy sound of his own.

"Um Kurt, can you help me out with this?"

Kurt looks startled and then starts to sink to his knees, which was not what Blaine was really thinking about but before he could tell Kurt that a handjob would be just fine, Kurt's tongue is darting out to taste him, Kurt's surprisingly strong hands are grasping his hips and those perfect lips are opening up . . . the words, 'you don't have to' were replaced with gasps and moans and maybe even a scream or two.

Once he recovered, it was the least he could do to return the favor and after that, they dried off and returned to bed to sleep for a few hours.