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Chapter 18

I could feel a smile picking at the corners of my mouth as I considered his suggestion. His cheeky grin softened a little and his eyes sparkled mischievously as he kissed me lightly one more time. When he broke the kiss and pulled away I just held his gaze as I lifted the hem of my shirt, sliding it up my body and over my head in one fluid movement.

His smile faltered and I watched his Adam's apple bob in this throat, his breath catching when he realised I was going to do it.

"Kurt, I was half joking love, I'm not pushing..."

I shook my head quickly, smirking up at him as I undid my belt buckle.

"You're not pushing anything Blaine." I said with a mock-innocent smirk. "I'm only washing your back, right?"

He grinned. "Yeah, sure... right."

He winked at me, and I laughed as I playfully pushed him back into the shower cubicle. He stayed facing away from me, I assume to allow me a little privacy as I shed my clothes and folded them neatly, stacking them on the side of the tub. I briefly debated whether to leave my boxer-briefs on, but I figured if I was going to see all of Blaine then he deserved to get to see all of me too. I was trembling a little, but I honestly think I was more excited than I was nervous. I took a breath and held it as I opened the glass shower door.

Blaine turned immediately, his eyes soft and smiling. He reached out for me and I took his hand, stepping in beside him and closing the door.

His arms wrapped around my waist loosely in a gentle embrace, and I noticed for the first time that he was trembling too.

"Hey, you okay?"

I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, my hand running down the length of his upper arm over his goose bumps. His hazel eyes shone back at me and he just nodded.

"I'm great, this is just... even when I suggested it I didn't expect this. This is kind of huge..."

I grinned back at him, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well I knew it was a little on the larger side, but no-one's ever told me it's huge before."

Blaine's eyes widened in shock, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as a bright blush crept up his cheeks. I just laughed.

"Sweet baby Jesus, Kurt, I can't believe you just said that." He shook his head at me, which only made me laugh harder, but my joke had the desired effect, he was no longer trembling. I reached up with both hands to hug him, trailing my fingers along his shoulders and playing with the curls at the nape of his neck as my thumbs traced his jaw line.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist. But seriously, it's just us Blaine. It's just you and me. I trust you with my life, so why not my body?"

He brought his hand up to rest on my chest, directly over my heart, as he gazed into my eyes.

"My thoughts exactly."

His other hand moved to rest possessively on my hip as his gaze raked my body hungrily.

"God, Kurt." He swallowed thickly, seeming to struggle for words. "You're so beautiful..."

Our wet bodies slid together as we kissed, and I gasped against his open mouth at the feel of his arousal against mine.

When he pulled back a little for air, I took a step back from him, bit my lip and let myself look down.

I knew from all our over-the-clothes touching that he was big, but it was even thicker around the base than I had realised, slightly darker than the rest of his body... and maybe not quite as long as mine. I wanted to touch it; I reached out my hand, but lost my nerve at the last moment and caught hold of his hip instead, pulling him back against me again. We both gasped this time as our cocks slid together.

Blaine pushed me backwards a little til my back hit the tiles, then stepped in between my legs to press himself against me hard, our teeth clashing as we kissed and nipped and moaned, the feel of our cocks gliding and thrusting against each other just egging us on.

I think it took me a while to register that Blaine was actually mumbling words against my skin after his mouth had left mine to nip and suck his way across my jaw and down my neck, but even then I couldn't make out exactly what he was saying, and I was too far gone to focus. I caught 'beautiful' and 'love you so much' and 'everything to me'. I felt dizzy.

His hands stroked all over my body as we kissed, squeezing and cupping and caressing every inch of my bare skin from my hips up to my neck, where he would cradle them both around the back of my head and hold me to him while he explored my mouth deeply with his tongue, making me moan and cry and worry that my knees would buckle.

Then they actually did buckle, just for a fraction of a second, as his hand slid down my belly and between our bodies to wrap delicately around my erection.

"Fuck. ... urghhh Blaine. Fuck."

My eyes rolled back in my head and I sagged against the wall as every nerve ending in my whole body suddenly seemed to start and end beneath the gentle sliding grip of Blaine's fingers.

Blaine's mouth returned to my neck, sucking and nibbling and then laving his tongue over the area to soothe it, and the thought that he was marking me made me tingle. I could feel myself getting close and I pushed off the wall, wrapping my arms around Blaine's neck and resting my forehead on his shoulder as I came hard against his belly. Shudders wracked my body as I slumped against him, and he stroked my back gently to soothe me as I came down from my high.

His lips found mine in the softest kiss, and as my senses finally started to return to me I realised how one sided that had been. I slid my hand down his back, sliding over the smooth tight muscles and down to the angular jut of his hip, following the shape of the bone until my hand was between us, then boldly wrapped my fingers gently around his cock, needing to give him the same kind of pleasure as he had just given me.

He keened, long and low in his throat, which I took for encouragement, and began to move my hand slowly, stroking and squeezing him, his cock heavy and straining in my hand.

"Oh Kurrrrrt"

He was practically purring as he reached up with both hands to cup my face, pulling me back into a long kiss, which he broke away from occasionally to moan into my open mouth or cry out my name. I could feel him weakening, I knew he was getting close; his kisses got lazy and his knees sagged and he leaned back against the wall, looking down, watching my hand pumping his cock.

"Fuck that is hot..."

I agreed, but I wasn't watching what I was doing to his body. I was watching his face. His eyes had darkened with lust, his jaw clenched and he moaned brokenly as he came over my hand. I did glance down sporadically though, as curiosity got the better of me, and I watched as a final stream of white pumped out of him and was quickly washed away by the steaming water.

His arms snaked around my ribs and he pulled me against him, kissing me softly as his body trembled. I could see that goose bumps had risen on his arms and I knew that they weren't from the cold tile, it was from me. He held me like that until the water started to cool, and only then did I remember why I had come in to the bathroom in the first place. I chuckled against his neck before I pulled away.

"We got distracted. I didn't even wash your back."

He laughed, his head dropping forward, then raising it again to wink at me.

"Maybe next time."

It might sound weird, but I felt proud of myself for having been able to do this; for so long now I'd worried that when we got to this stage my inexperience and reluctance to research anything on the matter would shine through, and Blaine would be the one to carry us forward with me flailing like a baby penguin in his wake. I was relieved, however, to see that we were pretty much on the same page... at least, so far anyway.

I shut off the water and stepped out onto the mat, bending to grab a thick fluffy towel each for us from the shelf under the sink, and as I turned back I caught Blaine staring unashamedly at my naked ass. He just grinned at me when I caught him, not even attempting to hide his admiration, and took the towel I handed him and wrapped it around my shoulders, pulling it tightly around my body, all the while just staring at me hungrily. He didn't say a word, but there was so much going on behind his eyes that it made me quiver with excitement about what tonight was going to bring.

Before we could go any further though, I knew I had to go and speak to my Dad. As I had been standing under the cooling shower water with Blaine, my mind kept creeping to the conversation I'd had several weeks ago with my father, when I had promised him that Blaine and I sharing my room wasn't going to lead to any sexual activity. I couldn't help but feel like I had just betrayed his trust in me, and as much as I was dying to jump into bed with Blaine and continue what we had started, I couldn't in good conscience do that without first having a very awkward conversation with my Dad.

I explained this to Blaine, who of course apologised profusely for disrespecting my father, and suggested we go downstairs immediately and talk to him. He didn't want me to face my father's possible anger alone, for which I was grateful, but I was sure that in this situation my Dad would cope better just one on one. I needed to speak to him alone.

-.-.-.-

I padded softly down the stairs on bare feet, and followed the sounds of the television into the den. My Dad was in there alone, reading the paper. He glanced up as he heard me enter the room.

"Hey kiddo. Did you get your essay finished?"

I nodded, hesitating near the door, pretending the scan the titles on the bookshelf, but not actually seeing a thing.

"Dad, can I talk to you about something?"

He glanced up at me again, giving me a quick once over before folding his paper in half and laying it down beside him on the sofa and beckoning with his head for me to come over to the couch, beside him. I knew I was probably blushing with embarrassment: that and the fact that I couldn't stop myself from wringing my hands together were a dead giveaway that I was nervous about this, which in turn I think put his defences up a little, but he just sat patiently and waited for me to speak.

"I respect you, Dad, you know that, right?"

He narrowed his gaze a little, and I quickly tore my eyes from his to stare down at my blue silk pyjama pants.

"Right?" He replied, but his tone was questioning.

"And Blaine and I are both so grateful to you for everything you have done for him; we would never want you to feel like we were taking advantage of your generosity..."

I'd finally looked up long enough to notice his stern glare, and immediately fell silent.

"Kurt, just spit it out..."

I swallowed audibly, trying to work up the courage to continue. I was kind of wishing that I had let Blaine face my Dad with me, just for moral support. His presence gave me strength; or rather, courage. I held on to that word, letting it swim in my mind, hearing it in Blaine's voice in my mind. It worked.

"Well, remember when Blaine first moved in here and I promised you that I wouldn't let anything inappropriatehappen under your roof..."

I trailed off to nothing when he raised his hand to silence me and his eyes drifted closed. I just sat, watching him.

He drew a deep breath and turned himself a little on the couch til he was facing me properly.

"I've been wondering when you would come to me about this."

I cocked my head a little to the side, questioningly. He smiled.

"You're a good kid, Kurt. You're moral and responsible, and as loyal as hell. I knew you would come and talk to me when you were ready for the rules to change."

I opened my mouth, a little shocked that he was so calm, but closed it again without a word. He sighed deeply again.

"Kurt, do you remember what I said to you the day we had that sex talk, when I gave you the pamphlets?"

I wracked my brain; what I mostly remembered was my embarrassment... "Yeah, umm, not word for word but it was like..."

"You matter, Kurt. I said that when you found the person who you were meant to be with, who treated you right and who cherished you for all the special things that make up who you are, then I want you to be able to have everything with that person. Do you remember me saying that?"

I just nodded. My head was beginning to spin at the way this conversation was going. I was expecting some resistance, maybe even a little anger or a firm demand that Blaine start using his own bedroom now that he was getting better, but this totally caught me by surprise. I just stood there stupidly beaming at him as he said the words.

"Do you think that I can't see that you are all of that to Blaine? I've known this was coming for a long time now Kurt, and while I still think you are both way too young for this, there is no denying how real your feelings for each other are. I'm not going to stop you, okay? If you want to talk to me about the details, or if there's anything that wasn't covered in those pamphlets, you can talk to me..."

I quickly shook my head, blushing deep red at the thought. He looked rather relieved that I had refused his offer, and his lip curled into a tiny smile as he continued.

"...But otherwise, your room is yours. You're almost 18 Kurt, your relationship is none of my business, and you and Blaine have both earned the right to some privacy. I can't keep you wrapped up in cotton wool forever, no matter how much I would like to."

I threw myself forward quickly, diving across the gap between us to wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you, Dad. I love you."

He squeezed me back, holding me much longer than he needed to. "Love you too, kiddo. Now go tell Blaine, I just know he's sitting up there waiting for you."

I just laughed in response, because yes, he was doing exactly that.

-.-.-.-

He was sitting at my desk when I went back upstairs, rolling the bottle of vitamin E oil capsules between his hands nervously. I closed the door quietly, then for the first time since Blaine had come to live in our house, slid the bolt across, locking the door behind me. I turned to meet his questioning stare with a grin. The gorgeous smirk that I loved so much on him crept across his face.

"So I take it it went well then?"

I didn't reply immediately, instead crossing the room to stand between his knees, my arms looped loosely around his shoulders as he stared up at me. I pressed my lips to his, sighing softly and melting in to the kiss when he angled his head to deepen it. His hands caressed my back, sliding under my shirt and across my warm skin as they travelled up my back and across my ribs, then back down, dipping under the elastic waistband of my silk pyjama pants to palm my ass, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh. I was already starting to grow hard just from the sensual way he was touching my skin.

I drew him to his feet, my hands going automatically to the ties on his robe, which he had kept on rather than getting dressed so I could apply the oil, like we did every night. I took the bottle from the desk and sat down in the chair, and Blaine reached across me to remove a pin from the board to split the capsule with, handing it carefully to me, then he stood back just a step and shrugged out of the robe, draping it over the back of the chair, leaving him only in his black boxer-briefs. I let my eyes travel over the soft planes of his body for a few moments, losing myself in fantasy, until his hand gently fell to my shoulder, drawing my attention back to his face.

"So what did your Dad say?"

I smiled up at him. "He said that we obviously love each other, and we're old enough to make our own decisions, and that what we do together is none of his business."

He laughed softly, his eyes widened in amazement.

"What? He really said that?"

I nodded. He shook his head in disbelief.

"That's... wow. He is unbelievable. Just... wow. Your father is the most awesome parent I've ever met, Kurt."

I grinned up at him.

"Yeah, he is pretty amazing. I guess I just got lucky."

I didn't miss the quick flash of sadness in his eyes at that, and I quickly split the capsule to attempt to change the subject. He watched as I dipped my fingers into the oil and spread them over the scars on his abdomen, then I stood up to reach the one on his chin next. He grinned, poking his tongue out and trying to lick the side of my finger as I gently massaged the oil into his skin, making me laugh. I turned him a little so I could reach the one on his back next, then later resumed my seat and took his hand in mine, palm up so I could rub the oil in to the long lines on his forearm. He went quiet and still as I did this, as he always did, and I could feel the guilt and shame roiling off him in waves at what he had done to himself. I wish I knew what to say to help ease his discomfort, but I was at a loss, so I just pressed a gentle kiss to the palm of his hand.

Now this was the point where I usually stopped, but tonight, feeling bold after what had happened in the shower, I really wanted to keep going. There were four scars on Blaine's body that I had, up until now, neglected out of embarrassment. I looped my finger in the waistband of his boxer-briefs at his hip, tugging it down just a fraction as I looked up at him.

"Shall I keep going?" I gestured to the capsule that I held carefully between the fingers of my other hand.

He hesitated, holding my gaze, his hazel eyes intense.

"Only if you're sure you want to. You don't have to, Kurt."

I just nodded. He sucked in a breath, his gaze never leaving my face as he pulled down his underwear, leaving them to rest at about mid-thigh. My eyes fell straight to his cock, and I could feel the butterflies crawling in my belly at the sight of it.

It took all of my focus to pull my attention back to the Vitamin E oil capsule in my hand, and I quickly dipped two of my fingers in to the oil, then raised them to Blaine's skin. I could see the scars now. One was right in the crease of where his leg joined his body, and I had an instant flashback to when we had studied anatomy in science class; it was amazing that the blade had missed his femoral artery. The second and third were a little higher up and quite close together, but the fourth one was the one that really made me cringe. It was half hidden by his pubic hair, less than an inch away from his penis. I touched the oil to the first one, rubbing small circles in to the skin. I could feel Blaine watching me the whole time.

My breath was coming in short, nervous pants as I moved on to the two scars that were close together, but it had nothing to do with the scars. Blaine was getting hard, and I was waging an internal battle over whether or not it would be inappropriate for me to drop the pretence and just wrap my hand around him. I glanced up at his face, he was still watching me, his eyes hooded and his lips parted. He smirked down at me.

I dipped my fingers into the oil again and rubbed them gently over the fourth scar, deliberately letting my hand rest against his penis. He stuttered out a moan that sounded like my name and I gave up the fight, wrapping my oily hand around his length. He staggered back half a step, catching himself on the edge of the desk for support. I squeezed the remaining oil out of the capsule into my palm, using it as lubricant. From the look on Blaine's face, he didn't seem to mind that at all.

I stroked him slowly, squeezing firmly when I neared the head, but after a few minutes he stopped me. His eyes were lust-blown and his face flushed as he tugged my hand, pulling me to my feet, then caught the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head.

"I don't want to do this here; let's go to bed."

His hands ran smoothly over my body and his lips caught mine, frantic and hungry, as he walked us over to the bed. My inhibitions had melted away and I quickly tugged off my pyjama pants before we fell together on to the sheets. Blaine was underneath me, his legs parted, and my body nestled perfectly in with the curve of his, my hips rubbing his bare thighs. He moaned as I lowered my body against his, chest to chest, and it was only too easy from there to line up my cock with his own and thrust against him, the oil only heightening our pleasure. Blaine held me tight, his thrusts matching my own while our mouths battled for dominance. His legs came up to wrap around my hips, linking at the ankles behind my back, pushing us tighter and closer together, and he lost it, his head falling back onto the pillow as he came. Just the sight of his face in that moment was enough to make me follow just a few seconds after him.

I let my body relax against his, sliding down a little til my head was resting on his chest. I felt like my bones had melted. We just lay there together for a long time, naked and entwined, as we both recovered. I was blissfully exhausted, and could only manage to stroke a finger back and forth across Blaine's collarbone, or press a couple of soft kisses to his chest next to where my head was lying. I could feel his fingers stroking the back of my neck.

Eventually Blaine rolled us both over a little, depositing me on my back on the bed gently but then lingering to kiss me deeply, before he slid out of the bed and padded, gloriously naked, into the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean us both off. I just lay there smiling up at him as he wiped me down, then waited impatiently for him to slip back in beside me. Holding tightly to his warm body and feeling his breath against my shoulder, I quickly drifted off to sleep.

-.-.-.-