"Rachel Berry?" Blaine repeated incredulously. He shook his head. "You can't be serious."

"You've heard of her?" Kurt asked.

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, looking nervous. "I might know her," he admitted.

"Did she interview you in the past or something?" Kurt wondered.

Blaine laughed. "Uh, no. That wouldn't even begin to cover it."

"Come on, tell me," Kurt said, elbowing Blaine in the ribs. "It can't be that bad."

"I slept with her," Blaine blurted out.

"You…" Kurt couldn't help but break out into laughter. "No, you didn't," he said resolutely. "You can't have. You're…not into women," he said in a lower voice, fighting to stifle his laughter.

"I was drunk," Blaine told him. "I mean, I was drunk."

"Oh, God," Kurt said in horror. "You've been that drunk before?"

Blaine grinned at the memory. "It was a bad day – a really bad day. I'd had it out with my father over…some things." He was holding back, but Kurt didn't have time to press about it because he was continuing. "So I headed over to the local bar and got completely wasted with a few friends," he admitted with a shrug. "They left me alone and I was just so…out of it. And she was there. Sure, she wasn't as drunk as I was – she'd only had one martini."

"And you fell in love with her? You courted her with drunken sonnets?" Kurt supplied. "Or what?"

Blaine laughed. "No, no. Not even close. I didn't even remember her name until you just mentioned it. I didn't like her. I didn't even feel anything with her."

"Maybe because you were so trashed," Kurt scoffed.

"I guess I was just thinking that being with a woman would fix all my problems," Blaine confessed. "She wasn't the first woman I'd tried my hand at, and she wasn't my last," he said with a smug expression.

"Geez, Blaine," Kurt teased. "Is there anyone in this town you haven't done?"

"I'm looking at him," Blaine replied, a glint in his eyes. His expression softened somewhat as he gave Kurt a small smile.

"I just can't believe you had sex with Rachel Berry," Kurt shook his head, sounding amused. "I mean, what was it like?" He smirked to himself. "I bet she was as demanding in bed as she is in real life."

"Do you really want to go there?" Blaine asked.

"Maybe not," Kurt relented. He readjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder awkwardly.

"So are you going to tell me where we're going?" Blaine asked. "I'm getting kind of anxious." His voice was dripping with suggestion hanging off the last word.

"This place my Dad used to take me," Kurt answered. "It's a good ways away from the house. Nice and quiet."

"Deserted, you mean," Blaine quipped, looking sidelong at Kurt.

"Yeah, don't flatter yourself," Kurt sniffed. "I just couldn't very well have you hanging around when Finn gets back from his date."

"His date?" Blaine echoed. "What date?"

"A stroke of genius," Kurt bragged. "I set him and Rachel up and they're going out on a date. It was enough to get them out of my hair long enough to sneak out." He held his head a little higher. "They won't even know I'm gone."

"Ah, but that's just your cover."

Kurt snorted. "I don't have any need for a cover, so no."

"You do. You just didn't want me in your bedroom again while your family was home because you won't be able to keep the noise down."

Kurt felt himself blushing. "I don't make any noises – you do."

"You don't make any noises yet," Blaine corrected confidently. "By the end of the night I'll have you…" He stopped himself from completing his sentence. "Well, you'll find out soon enough. I don't want to spoil all the fun."

"Yeah, we'll see who's the one making noises," Kurt retorted. "You just think you're so sexy, don't you Blaine? Just because you've fucked so many people and had so many partners." He whipped around and put a hand to Blaine's chest, halting him. He whispered directly in Blaine's ear, "Well I might not have had as many, but I know a thing or two. And you're going to be the one begging for more, not me."

He turned around and kept walking, a wicked smile on his face, hoping that Blaine wouldn't notice the slight tremors in his hands. Blaine was still standing in the exact spot Kurt had left him in, watching him walk away with lust-filled eyes.

"This is it," Kurt said as they emerged from the fields. "This is where I come to…think," he said, echoing Blaine's speech from the first night they spent together.

Blaine grinned at him, recognizing the words. "I didn't know there was a pond nearby," he said in amazement. He went to the waterside and knelt down to run his hands through the crystal clear water.

"My Dad used to take me here a lot when I was young. After my mom died, we didn't make the trip as often. He eventually forgot about it, but I never did."

"One mystery solved, one to go," Blaine said playfully. He stood up and tugged the duffle from Kurt's arm. "What's in the bag? Is this going to be an all-nighter?" He quirked his eyebrows at Kurt.

"It's going to last as long as I want it to," Kurt answered vaguely, swiping the bag from Blaine's grip.

"Is it a tent?" Blaine asked. "It's a tent, isn't it?"

"No and no," Kurt answered. "It's a few sleeping bags, some bug spray, and a lantern. Oh, and wood for a fire. Along with a few other must-haves."

"You are nothing if not prepared," Blaine commented. He pulled out one of the huge sleeping bags, rolling it out on the ground. "I assume you don't think we're actually going to be getting any sleep, right?"

"Not a wink," Kurt replied, wetting his lips at the thought.

Blaine looked into the bottom of the bag. "Oh," he said, observing the leftover contents. "Oh."

Kurt chuckled to himself. It was going to be a good night.

It was a cool evening, not that either Kurt or Blaine could tell.

They were overheated, skin slick with sweat, the colors of flames dancing across their arms, their chests, their backs. Blaine's skin smelt of burning wood, capturing the scent of the nearby fire, embers burning low. Kurt was paying homage to the spot just between the other man's chest and his throat. He let his lips latch onto Blaine's shoulder as his hands ran across Blaine's stomach and his back, clutching him closer.

Blaine was steadying his arms on either side of Kurt's head, bending low as Kurt sucked and bit, kissed and nipped. His hips bucked against Kurt's and he let out a loud gasp as Kurt switched sides. Kurt brought both of his hands to rest on either side of Blaine's bare waist and forced him closer. He crashed their lower halves together, rocking upwards. His lips slipped only once as he groaned from the small fraction of relief the contact was bringing him.

Blaine let out a low whimper as he continued rotating his hips, pressing harder against Kurt's hardness that his jeans were doing absolutely nothing to hide. Kurt ran his fingers along Blaine's naked torso. When they'd first lain down on the thick sleeping bags, Blaine's shirt was the first thing to go; Kurt had made sure of that. He smirked to himself, loving the power just his mere touch had over Blaine - sending shivers through his body.

Kurt hadn't realized that he'd pulled back and was resting his head against the ground. He was staring at Blaine's body, just looking at it, running his fingers across his chest, his shoulders, his arms. He felt Blaine watching him, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. He just wanted to touch each piece, kiss each spot, and just remember how Blaine looked at this moment.

Without warning, Kurt had Blaine pinned to the floor, his knees on either side of Blaine's legs. He settled back until he was sitting comfortably on Blaine's crotch, shifting from side to side occasionally just to hear Blaine suck in a sharp breath.

"Blaine, if you don't touch me, I'll…"

But he never got to say just what he would do because Blaine had pulled him down and was kissing him earnestly. Kurt sighed and tilted his head slightly as their kisses turned longer, deeper, messier. Blaine's fingers were on the buttons of Kurt's shirt, undoing them swiftly before sweeping the material off his shoulders all together. Kurt laughed through the kiss as his arms got caught behind him, stuck in the sleeves.

Blaine didn't notice, still tugging on Kurt's shirt as he let his tongue slip into Kurt's mouth. The latter moaned, his heart racing. He had to admit to himself that he didn't actually mind having his arms trapped behind him. His senses were heightened, Blaine's fingers roaming across his stomach, dipping under his waistband, teasing. He could feel his skin growing flush, the heat returning. He eventually shucked off his shirt and threw it aside, moving his hands quickly to hold Blaine's waist.

He moved his hips just an inch backwards, careful to press as hard as he possibly could downwards, dragging along the forefront of Blaine's pants. The man beneath him hummed against his lips in approval, thrusting upwards. The friction between their groins, suppressed by two layers of clothing, was almost too much to bear.

Blaine pushed Kurt forward so that he had to brace his hands further along Blaine's torso instead of on his hips. Blaine bent upwards beneath Kurt, licking his throat slowly; pausing to suck on the spots he knew would drive the man on top of him crazy. Kurt had no choice but to look straight ahead, panting as Blaine's mouth continued its trek southwards.

Kurt's rigid-straight arms began to tremble as Blaine started kissing his bare chest, using his teeth to his unfair advantage. Kurt bucked down sharply against Blaine when the other man reached one of his nipples, drawing it into his mouth and sucking it in. His tongue was working wonders, honestly wonders, as his other hand reached up to tweak the opposite one. Kurt was seeing red; he was so full of lust. He couldn't move his hands to clutch Blaine's head to his chest or else he'd fall, so instead he ground against Blaine's crotch almost violently; back and forth, back and forth as Blaine switched sides, his mouth and hand changing accordingly.

Then Kurt moved back, resting all the way on his haunches before moving upwards again, making sure to drag his restrained erection along the complete length of Blaine's. He moved until he was well above the waistband of Blaine's jeans before returning using the same path, moving slower but applying more pressure. He could feel Blaine's breathing speed up, hot spurts of air hitting Kurt's chest as the other man returned the pressure with needy fervor.

God, Kurt could just bring himself to finish like this: pressing his hips down against the front of Blaine's jeans and rocking against him. He unintentionally picked up his pace, just at the thought, gasping when Blaine's hands found his backside. Kurt's breathing was stuttering quite noticeably, bordering on a frantic whimper if he hadn't bit his lip.

Their lips met in a shaky kiss, joining and parting slowly at first, then faster as Kurt dug his knees into the ground. He couldn't resist the pressure Blaine was applying to the backs of his thighs as he ground down even harder, enticing a groan from Blaine's mouth to his. Oh, but he was so close – so fucking close - and it'd just be so easy to make a mess in his pants. Maybe he could wait for Blaine to finish so that he could get that millisecond of satisfaction - of knowing he was the one to make him come undone without laying a hand on him at all – before going over the edge himself. It'd be so worth it to feel Blaine writhing beneath him just seconds before he himself finished.

But, damn, then he was thinking about it and moving his hips even faster. A droplet of sweat rolled down from his hairline down the side of his forehead, he was putting so much exertion into it. His hips were moving of their own accord, he couldn't have stopped if he wanted to – and he's considered it; considered pulling back, unzipping his jeans, finishing himself off right in front of Blaine and laughing because the latter would still be painfully hard in his pants. Kurt had entertained the thought of coming all over Blaine, wondering if just the sight of it would put his competitor over the edge. It very well could, but he wasn't in the mood for experimenting just yet.

"Fuck," Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips.

Kurt mumbled an incoherent jumble of syllables before biting down of Blaine's lip. Hard. Hard enough to leave a scar. Blaine didn't seem to mind. He just groaned and allowed Kurt to replace his teeth with his tongue, slowly coaxing the area he might've just punctured out of pure lust.

Everything was so hot, it was hard to concentrate. Kurt's jeans felt confiding, he could feel Blaine's sweaty hands against his jeans, just generating more heat as they molded to his ass or massaged his thighs. If he looked down the bridge of his nose, Kurt could see Blaine's chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and could only assume his own was in the same condition. But he honestly didn't give a fuck because it felt so damn good to be riding Blaine's crotch.

He broke the contact of their lower halves just for a second; just to pull back before colliding them even harder than before. The absence of their contact was shocking. Blaine was gasping, digging his fingers into Kurt's waist, sending him silent pleas to please, just please press his crotch against Blaine's again. Kurt let out a guttural whine before hunching his back and bringing his lower half back down with somewhat of a desperate fury.

It wasn't just his hips moving now, he was moving his entire body. He was rocking back so far that his backside was hitting his heels and coming up so far that it was hard to maintain a kiss, but they did it anyways; lips sliding against one another, sometimes brushing against jaws or foreheads. But their mouths never left skin, they never stopped. They sucked and nipped, licked and latched onto skin frantically. Kurt wasn't even concerned with how they might look at that moment, because he was so consumed with how it felt. If feeling this good meant looking like shit and kissing Blaine as if he'd never been kissed before in his life and now he needed his lips to live, then so fucking be it.

The friction in the front his jeans was insane, there was just no other way to describe it. If he was home alone he would've finished three times over by now, there wasthat much going on down there. And if Blaine kept sucking on his jaw like that as he kept rocking down on his peaked pants then he would come right there and then. A loud, breathy whimper left his mouth before he could think about it. It was purely instinctual. Instinctual…Yeah, that's what Kurt had to tell to himself as he ground down on Blaine faster and faster until his breathing was so harsh he was sure they could hear it all the way back at his house. Of course, Blaine's breathing was just as ragged as he grasped Kurt's bare back, clutching him close, head thrown back against the ground and his eyes shut tight.

One more movement: that was all it would take. Just one more. Kurt threw back his head as Blaine arched upwards to meet the push of his hips, his teeth still latched onto Kurt's earlobe. But Kurt didn't care because he was coming in his jeans harder than he had in a long time; since the last time he was with Blaine in fact. He could feel the hot stickiness in his underwear, the force of it all even leaving some stray streaks on his lower abdomen, just above the waistband of his underwear. He gritted his teeth as his hips stuttered against Blaine's and his chest heaved. It should've hurt, but it didn't; Kurt was so resistant to pain at this point. He slowed down his motions, moving back and forth along Blaine's still-prominent bulge until he was completely done; until it actually was painful for him to keep going.

Blaine whined, blinding grasping at Kurt's hips, trying to bring him back so that he could finish, but Kurt's arms were already going limp from where they were supporting him and he was kneeling back.

"Kurt," Blaine hissed as the other man collapsed next to him, face down.

"Finish yourself off," Kurt said into the sleeping bag, a smirk apparent in his voice. He dragged himself on his elbows until his face was even with Blaine's before turning slightly to face him. "I'd love to watch," he purred.

Blaine gave him a sexy grin, poking his tongue out to wet his lips, his skin flushed. He actually considered what Kurt was asking, Kurt could tell. Blaine's hands were resting on his lower stomach, teasing with the waistline of his boxers peeking just over his jeans. He leaned in and kissed Kurt.

Kurt parted his lips, hooking an arm around Blaine's neck to pull him closer because he was just delicious. Blaine's tongue ran across the bottom of Kurt's lip as he applied slightly more pressure. Kurt's toes touched Blaine's covered shins as he leaned in even more. Their mouths made delectably soft, wet noises against one another as their tongues met in a heated dance.

He was so wrapped up in the kiss that he gasped against Blaine's mouth as the other man's heated fingers made their way down his naked torso and dipped into the waistband of his underwear, ignoring his jeans completely. He squirmed as Blaine's fingers ran against his now-soft cock, swiping against the tip and gathering some of the stickiness on his fingertips.

Kurt watched beneath heavy lids as Blaine pushed back just enough to let him watch while he brought his fingers up to his mouth. Kurt's teeth were working on his own lip, biting down hard, as Blaine's tongue ran across the fingertips of his right hand, taking in the taste of Kurt. His jaw actually dropped as Blaine's mouth encircled his fingers, pumping them in and out of his mouth and miming a completely different part of anatomy. Blaine's eyes were closed as if he were savoring the taste; as if he just couldn't get enough.

Kurt drew in an uneven breath, feeling the stirring of his own cock in his pants. It was too soon, it hurt so badly. But just watching Blaine do that to his own hand…It was so good – too good. He got the feeling he was in for a show.

Blaine reached down and unzipped his pants, shifting his hips to push them down just far enough, taking his boxers with them in one motion. Kurt's eyebrows went way up as he looked down between them to Blaine's erection, just admiring the view. He couldn't help but lick his lips hungrily just at the sight. If he wasn't so drained of energy, he'd get on his knees within seconds. But something kept him lying still, eyes flickering between Blaine and his lower half. His breathing was picking up again as he watched Blaine's fingers trail downwards to grip himself.

He leaned over, just for a moment. "Are you going to pretend it's me?" Kurt whispered directly into Blaine's ear.

Blaine groaned. "I might," he answered gruffly, a joker through and through. Another moan bubbled out of his throat before he inhaled sharply.

Kurt returned his attention to Blaine's cock. He watched as Blaine's hand began pumping it with a sure grip, completely uninhibited. Kurt smirked, thinking how far gone Blaine must be if he didn't even mind being watched like this.

Blaine's hand was moving quickly and he was thrusting his hips upwards to meet his tight fist. There was sweat beading on his upper lip and sticky traces along the tip of his cock, already showing signs of the exertion. Kurt propped himself up on his elbow and looked downwards, completely unashamed of his leering.

God, he could just imagine Blaine doing this all the time: in his bedroom late at night – Kurt knew he did – or in his shower, maybe even in that hayloft where they'd first spent the night together. Now there was an image for Kurt's overactive imagination: Blaine splayed out, stark naked on a stack of hay, not a soul in sight, curse words streaming freely from his lips as he came – white sticky streaks mixing in with strands of hay. A shudder passed through Kurt as he envisioned it.

Of course, the imagination was nothing compared to what he was actually lucky enough to be watching. Blaine was arching his back and pumping his hand faster than before. He was moaning when Kurt thought he heard his name.

"Kurt," Blaine moaned more clearly. His hips came off the ground to match one particularly powerful flex of his wrist.

Kurt placed a hand strategically on Blaine's warm thigh, rubbing circles in the heated skin there. Blaine groaned at the contact while Kurt moved his hand higher and higher, acting as if he was about to take the reigns. He wasn't, of course, because this was too good to miss. But Blaine didn't know that.

Kurt could only imagine how it felt, having someone else touch you as you jerked off. He'd often thought about it, wondering if it would bring relief or just make the tension worse. It seemed to be affecting Blaine in a good way though – that is if you could call starting and letting loose a few deliciously dirty swear words from Kurt's touch "good". (Hint: Kurt could.)

His hand was dangerously close to Blaine's erection now, his fingertips brushing the dark curls at the base. He knew it had to be driving Blaine crazy, because if it were him, fuck, he'd be going mad. He watched Blaine squirm beneath his fingers. He knew he had to be close now. If his breathing was indication, it'd be any moment now – just seconds.

Sure enough, with one final groan, Blaine came across his hand, spattering his fist, his stomach, and Kurt's hand with his substance. It streaked out in spurts, brief pauses as it coated any and all nearby skin. Kurt's mouth was open as he watched Blaine twitch as he continued stroking his cock before finally giving up and lying still on the sleeping bag; the only evidence of his exertion being his tell-tale breathing and the mess he'd made on himself.

He might have been done, but Kurt was just getting started again. He was painfully hard within the confines of his jeans once more and watching Blaine bring himself to orgasm had been oh so good to stomach. He brought the back of his hand to his mouth and licked it clean, watching Blaine with amusement as he did so. Blaine whined softly as Kurt sucked his own hand clean, exaggerating the slurping noises and even humming in pleasure at the taste.

Blaine let out a low growl before rolling over until he was straddling Kurt. He grabbed Kurt's hand away from his mouth and trapped the other one too. He pressed them against the ground over Kurt's head, pinning him to the sleeping bag. He attacked Kurt's mouth with his own, letting his tongue slide in and out, both of their tastes intermingling together in a salty, delicious cascade of motion.

Kurt sighed as he let Blaine scour his mouth with his tongue, not fighting the grip Blaine had on his wrists. He lifted his head to get better leverage, not quite hating how Blaine was restraining him from getting much closer. He had to admit he liked not being in charge of the kiss for once. It was…sexy.

He smirked just before breaking Blaine's grasp with ease. He scooted lower and lower, kissing Blaine's neck, then his chest, down his stomach all the way to that part of his anatomy Kurt was most taken with at the moment. He nuzzled Blaine's softening cock with his nose, enticing a shudder from the man above him. He ran his tongue along it experimentally, knowing it'd probably cause Blaine some mild pain. Blaine hissed as Kurt's tongue dragged from the base slowly up to the tip.

"Kurt, don't," Blaine mumbled. But his lower half was telling a different story.

He considered Blaine's flushed cock in front of his face for a moment before licking his lips. Without any warning he took Blaine into his mouth – fully into his mouth, as far as it would go – and began sucking lightly. Blaine cried out, yelping in both surprise and pain. Kurt continued using his tongue to trace the underside as he came up for air.

Blaine knelt back on his legs and pushed Kurt away by the shoulders.

"Not yet," he panted. "Give me a minute at least."

"I need more," Kurt growled. He hadn't come here to do a repeat, but to do something else entirely.

Blaine ignored him and rolled off of him, collapsing on his back.

"You get two minutes," Kurt said, his eyes shining in anticipate. "And that's all."

Fifteen minutes later and the two were still both laying on their backs, joined at the hand.

Kurt was allowing himself to look at the stars – really look at them. When he'd first laid down, the sky looked dark, as if swallowing every spot of light whole. He was sure that there wasn't a star in sight. It was one of those nights when everything was pitch black, save the flickering flames of the fire nearby that illuminated their surrounding area.

But now that he'd gotten used to the view and was really looking, he could see that the sky was dotted with thousands of stars. They shone down on him, completely filling his vision, and now every which way he looked, he could see more and more of them. It was one of the only things he loved about living in the countryside. The sky was untouched by pollution; sharp and clear. He felt like the universe was mapped out in front of him, unmarred by waste bred of human hands. The last places untouched – right in front of his eyes.

He was brought back by Blaine's voice.

"My parents never accepted me," he told Kurt, laughing humorlessly to himself. "My first crush was in the first grade," he recalled. "It was a guy named Tommy Reynolds. On Valentine's Day he slipped me a red card asking me to be his and I knew I was a goner."

"I'm sure that went over well," Kurt commented.

Blaine nodded, not averting his eyes from the sky. "Like the naïve child I was, I told my mom. She was always asking about my day, so that day when she asked I just…"

"Told her," Kurt finished for him.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Things were never quite the same after that. Even though I was only six, I found myself having to fight for my Dad's attention or my Mom's approval. I had to work extra hard and get perfect grades to get them to acknowledge me at the end of the school year. I never told them about my crushes anymore."

"And Tommy?" Kurt joked lightly. "Do I have some competition?"

Blaine chuckled softly. "Tommy moved away when we started the second grade. Somehow our highly besotted love didn't last the move. I was moving on to Riley the day after Tommy moved."

"Ah," Kurt said. "Well at least your parents knew at a young age. They knew what to expect."

"Hardly," Blaine told him. "I think they were expecting me to switch to girls when my hormones kicked in. We never talked about it, but I know they were thinking it. I think when I was in high school, they expected me to bring home a girlfriend. When I never did, there was some…tension."

He was editing, but Kurt allowed him to. There were some things that didn't need to be said.

Kurt nodded. "I can imagine."

Blaine stayed silent for a moment before turning his attention to Kurt. "What about you? Did your parents always know?"

"Uh," Kurt faltered. "Yeah, they, uh, always knew. Never gave me any trouble," he lied.

Of course, he hadn't told anybody. He knew there'd be a high level of shame and discouragement involved, just like in Blaine's story. It wasn't the safest to go boasting about one's sexuality in this day and age. It just wasn't done. He could only imagine the looks of horror on the faces of the people he knew. Not his family, per say, but just the average Joe at the market place or long-time customers. It would hurt business, that was for sure. So even if anyone suspected, Kurt made sure never to say it out loud. Speaking about it would solidify it and make it real. At least while it was in his mind, it was safe.

"That's why I came out here, you know," Blaine said, interrupting Kurt's thought process. "My Dad told me to go out and make something of myself. He was so pissed at me because he'd asked me if I had a potential fiancé to present to him. I didn't, of course. Not only were my preferences not up to his standards, but long-term relationships…" He shook his head. "They were never my thing."

"So you had to do something to impress him," Kurt guessed.

"I had to," Blaine confirmed. "There was this fund set aside for me to begin my own business – in my father's name, of course, but still my own business. It hasn't been easy, but I kind of have a knack for it."

"No, you don't," Kurt teased. But Blaine didn't laugh at his little joke. He remained solemn.

"This is my last chance, Kurt," he said. "If I fail…If this business fails…" He paused to rifle a hand through his curly hair. "There's no going back. My Dad told me if I fuck this up to not even bother coming home. I'd be as good as dead to him for ruining his good name – among other things." More editing. "So this is it. This is my last chance to impress him."

"Hey, it'll be fine," Kurt reassured him. "Just try not to let us catch your tail or else you're as good as gone," he joked.

"Believe me, I'm trying," Blaine replied with a smile.

"You're supposed to impress me tonight," Kurt said in a low voice, regaining his one-track minded momentum. "And I'd be impressed if your mouth did something else besides talk."

Blaine leaned over and gave Kurt a long, slow, drawn-out kiss, cupping his face and pressing close.

"Do you do this with all the boys?" Blaine teased. "Drive them crazy then trick them out into the middle of a deserted field in the dead of night?"

"Mmmm," Kurt murmured, hooking a leg around Blaine's waist. "Only the ones I really, really can't stand." He pulled Blaine in for another kiss. "As in ones I completely and utterly loathe."

Blaine laughed. "Then does that mean I have to work really hard to impress you?"

"Not if you have a natural talent for it," Kurt countered.

"Well I could try my hand at a few coveted tricks."

"Or I could," Kurt said with a quirk of his eyebrows. "Now, where were we before you got all soft on me."

Blaine suppressed a grin. "Something to do with your mouth?" he asked, playing dumb.

"Oh yes, I remember now," Kurt smirked.

"Yes," Blaine panted. "Yes, right there…"

His fingers tangled in Kurt's hair, pulling slightly. Seeing as how Kurt wasn't objecting to the light tugging, Blaine felt dignified in continuing it. For one particularly knee-weakening suck, he gripped Kurt's hair tighter, rewarded as a moan escaped Kurt's mouth. Of course, that meant double the pleasure for himself as the quick vibrations surged through his erection which was conveniently placed between Kurt's lips.

God, he was going to come in Kurt's mouth without time to warn him if this kept on going. He couldn't decide if this was a good thing or a bad thing because, hello, he was in Kurt's mouth – and that was enough to derail his train of thought.

Then just as suddenly as they were there, Kurt's lips were gone. Blaine's eyes had been shut tight, so he took a few seconds to blink in the moonlight.

"Kurt," he groaned. "Where'd you g - "

He stopped talking because Kurt's tongue was somewhere it'd hadn't been a second ago. It was trailing down his ass, aided by his hands that were spreading Blaine wide. Blaine bucked as Kurt's tongue met the skin just surrounding his entrance. The second Kurt's tongue began tracing the rim of his entrance, Blaine hissed.

"Mmmmm," Kurt said from down below, chuckling to himself.

He swiped his tongue around the edges, making it nice and wet. Blaine was so built up that he half-considered shoving Kurt's mouth away and using his own fingers to finish the job – Lord knows that had sufficed on many lonely nights before this one. But he'd already finished himself off once tonight and Kurt's tongue was just so fucking skilled. Seriously, for someone who claimed to have less experience than him, he was doing a phenomenal job if the way he was sucking and licking was any indication. And, according to Blaine's cock, it was.

One of Kurt's hands had snaked its way back up between Blaine's thighs to grab hold of said cock to begin pumping it. Well, 'pumping' was a bit of a stretch because he just held it at first. Then he squeezed it lightly before transferring the weight of his hand from one spot to the next. After that he stroked it only once before letting go and then clutching it again from the bottom. Then he began stroking it, keeping his grip extra tight the way he already knew Blaine liked it. All the while his tongue was licking Blaine's entrance and even daring to permeate it from time to time.

Blaine was in heaven.

"Fuck," he groaned as Kurt buried his face deeper into Blaine's ass.

His hand had also simultaneously picked up the pace, so Blaine's pleasure had doubled within the same second. His heels dug into the ground as he rocked his hips towards Kurt's mouth. His back muscles were tight because he was holding on for dear life; he wanted this to last for as long as humanly possible.

"Don't you dare," came Kurt's thick, muffled voice.

Blaine nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. But it was so hard to keep his thoughts from straying to images of Kurt; Kurt completely naked. Kurt touching himself in the dead of night, pretending his hand was Blaine. Kurt bent over, bracing himself on the bed as he…

Blaine groaned as he pushed away the last thought. Kurt had released him from his grip and was now focusing on how to use his mouth as a device of torture in every way possible. He flinched as he felt the cool skin of Kurt's finger making its way into the mix.

"If you don't want me to come, you shouldn't do that," Blaine warned in a husky voice.

Kurt chuckled to himself, choosing not to respond, but to press his finger even more firmly against Blaine's tender skin.

Blaine gathered some material of the sleeping bags in his hands, clenching his fist as Kurt's tongue entered him. He attempted to fight back a moan, but it just felt so fucking good; Kurt's tongue was swirling around – testing the waters, so to speak – but he was doing it so well. Like a seasoned pro. Blaine had to tense up his muscles just to take down the intensity of that simple move.

Without any further warning, Blaine was taken aback when he felt a small finger – perhaps Kurt's pinky finger – enter him alongside his tongue. It stung, just barely, but he barely had time to register the miniscule amount of pain compared to the splintering sensations in the pit of his stomach. He vaguely heard the sound of Kurt sucking and licking over his own labored breathing.

Suddenly Kurt's finger pulled away. Blaine was about to protest when it was back again – and it brought a friend. He loosened up his tense shoulders a bit as Kurt's fingers slid in, not letting the fact that his fingers were a little bit coated go unnoticed.

"Oh," Blaine sighed. "Oh," he said a bit louder. "You really thought of everything." It was a struggle to speak.

"Just enjoy it," Kurt ordered.

Blaine closed his eyes and tried to do as Kurt told him to. He had quickly readjusted around Kurt's fingers – he wasn't new to this – and was quickly moaning for more.

Kurt came up from between Blaine's legs, fingers still buried in his ass, to silence Blaine with an intense kiss. He used his free hand to cup the back of Blaine's head and pull him in, kissing away all the moans. In order to make it to Blaine's mouth without removing his other hand, the reaction was quite pleasant for Blaine, who whimpered as Kurt's fingers moved deeper.

Blaine bit down hard on Kurt's lower lip, knowing it'd leave a small scar if he was lucky. That was the way they functioned; if something felt good they would claw at each others' skin, kiss them roughly, or move closer. Things would become frantic very quickly; from zero to sixty in a split second. He kneaded Kurt's lip between his teeth, fighting against his body's natural reaction to shiver.

He whispered, "Kurt, just...I need more…" he repeated Kurt's earlier words needily, clutching Kurt to him by locking his fingers in his hair.

Kurt tore his lip – already swollen and bruised, Blaine could see – away, smirking at Blaine's desperate pleas. It was almost torturous to watch Kurt slowly lower himself back down, lips trailing over Blaine's chest, his abdomen, his hip bones, straight down past his erection and back to where he'd been before. It was almost torturous, but Blaine watched anyways.

Kurt kept looking up at him between the gap in his legs, maintaining eye contact as he added yet another finger to the equation. Blaine wanted to throw his head back and yell, but he gritted his teeth and maintained eye contact. He propped himself up on his elbows and stared Kurt down. Well, attempted to anyways. He probably just ended up looking worn out from lust.

Blaine hissed as Kurt began moving his fingers in and out, very slowly first. When he realized that Blaine could take it easily, his movements became faster. Blaine groaned and thrust his hips to meet Kurt's movements. God, it felt so fucking good to be riding Kurt's fingers. He tried to bring them in further without Kurt's assistance, but it didn't work. He ended up collapsing back onto the sleeping bag and giving up. Kurt was nothing if not skilled in the art of teasing.

He had filled Blaine enough to sustain him, not to fulfill him.

"Do you have any idea how hard this is?" Blaine hissed in complaint.

"What a fortunate choice of words," Kurt purred. His breathing was strained.

"Hey, where's your other hand…"

Blaine looked down to see what had to be one of the best sights he'd ever seen in his life: Kurt touching himself as he used his dominant hand to keep thrusting into Blaine. It shouldn't have been as hot as it was, but he just could not tear his eyes away. Kurt's normally light skin had a deep blush coloring it: coloring his cheeks, his chest, his cock. Blaine couldn't avert his eyes from that specific part of Kurt's anatomy; the part he wanted so badly inside of him.

"Kurt, please," Blaine begged. He didn't like not being the one in control just as much as he enjoyed the prospect of Kurt being the one to enter him.

"Just…give me a second," Kurt grunted as he continued to jerk himself off.

Blaine almost regretted asking Kurt to do something more the second Kurt's hand withdrew. God, it felt so strange to have his ass clenching around nothing but air; strange but good. He'd missed this feeling. He tightened his cheeks together to emphasize the emptiness just because he could. It was only a second before he felt something new at his entrance. Something warm and slick, which could only be one thing: his favorite part of the male anatomy; of Kurt's anatomy.

Kurt was on his knees, holding Blaine open with two fingers as he just nudged at his entrance. He swiveled his hips and dragged his cock around the edges of it, coating it with a mixture of his own stickiness and the manufactured kind. He was biting his lips in…nervousness? Blaine was sure he saw a moment of hesitance in Kurt's eyes.

"Kurt, this…isn't your first time, is it?" Blaine asked. He asked, but he really, really didn't want to stop. But if he was Kurt's first…That was a big responsibility.

"Of course it is," Kurt answered.

They both looked at each other, neither on of them moving. The silence in the air was thick; the snapping of the wood feeding the fire seemed ten decibels louder even though seconds ago they were able to tune it out with ease. Blaine could hear the soft current of the lake, the rustling of the grass in the evening breeze.

"It's my first time with you," Kurt corrected himself. "That's all I meant."

Blaine exhaled a sigh of relief. "What a coincidence. This is my first time with you," he teased.

Somehow the declaration of this simple truth made the moment seem way more intimate than it'd been before. Theoretically with all the physical moments they'd shared in the past few weeks, you'd think "intimate" would be something they were way past. They were past embarrassed and shy, they were past self-conscious and actually giving a fuck what the other one thought because they were borderline desperation and need. That was all they were to each other – a need. Right?

Blaine didn't have time to dwell on it as Kurt resumed his actions, pressing his hips forward. He was putting himself inside – just an inch. Blaine couldn't help but smile, it felt good to have Kurt finally inside of him, even if it was only a fraction of the way to go.

"Whenever you're ready," he told Kurt, already readjusted to the newer addition.

Kurt observed Blaine, still biting down on his lower lip as he looked over Blaine's naked torso. "You're better at this than I am," he admitted.

"Not from where I'm laying," Blaine teased.

He only laughed for a second before another brief burning occurred down south. Kurt had inched forward some more, daring to go a little further than the next fraction. Blaine wasn't ready for it, so it burned a second longer than before. But after he relaxed, he took the liberty of scooching down a little further to help Kurt along with the next span of inches.

They hadn't even gotten going yet and he already heard Kurt groaning. Oh, Blaine could imagine it: having his cock buried in Kurt's ass. He was probably tight too, so it'd feel even better. He clenched his cheeks together to give Kurt some pleasure and was rewarded with a high-pitched moan.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's thighs and thrust deeper, almost all the way in. That was his idea of revenge: trying to hurt Blaine. But it didn't hurt at all; Blaine had done this so many times before. He took a deep breath and thrust his hips downwards, completing the last few centimeters on his own. He took a deep breath and wiggled his hips around, enjoying the way it felt to have Kurt all the way inside.

He could feel Kurt's hands on his thighs trembling. Blaine looked up and could see Kurt with his eyes shut tight, breathing hard. What could've easily been mistaken as whimpering actually looked like small sobs. Blaine wasn't sure what was the matter, but he remained still for a few minutes, allowing Kurt to catch up to where he was.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Kurt nodded. "I just needed a moment," he said lamely. He looked more to his normal controlling self. "But now you're going to get it," he promised.

Blaine put his hands over Kurt's hands, still gripping his thighs, signaling him that he was ready to take whatever Kurt was going to give him.

Blaine gasped as Kurt pulled out – almost all the way out – before slowly pushing all the way in. He arched his back into Kurt's second thrust, this one quicker than the last.

"Fuck," he murmured, digging his fingernails into the back of Kurt's hand. "Yes, Kurt."

Kurt seemed reassured by Blaine's mutterings as he rammed in a bit harder. His thrusts went from tentative to possessive in a matter of minutes. His hands remained on Blaine's thighs, utilizing them as a weapon as he pulled Blaine into himself as he practically slammed into him.

Blaine had released Kurt's hands and was trying to find a grip anywhere. His hands grazed the sleeping bag, they ran across his own chest, they clenched in fists until his knuckles were white. He just had to do something with his hands while Kurt continued to find his rhythm.

Then it came to him. He reached down and grabbed his own cock, beginning to jerk himself off to the timing of Kurt's thrust. And, sweet fuck, that felt good. His pace was almost feral; completely animalistic, being driven by the most basic human need.

Kurt saw what he was doing and swatted Blaine's hand away.

"That's my job," he protested, taking hold.

Blaine didn't even bother to argue because he was being overtaken by feeling so much. Kurt's familiar, sure hand was working wonders on him while he ass was being filled. It was so good; better than he'd ever imagined in all those late nights in his bedroom. Of course it was. Of course Kurt was.

Blaine had to restrain himself from talking too dirty to Kurt. Not that he could form coherent sentences at this point anyways, he was that far gone. God, all he had to do was look at Kurt and he'd be finished.

He dared to look back down to where Kurt was still kneeling. He was rocking back and forth, panting just as hard as Blaine, one hand still braced on his thigh. Blaine wrapped his legs around Kurt's waist, pulling him close as Kurt picked up the pace one last time. Blaine wasn't going to last one more second. Kurt's eyes locked with him and then he knew it was over.

"Kurt, I'm…" Blaine tried to warn him, but it was too late.

He came hard and fast, spraying both himself and Kurt in the process. Kurt continued thrusting into him as he finished out, hot spurts of the white sticky liquid jetting out of him as it coated his own chest.

Blaine was gasping for air, but he knew if he wasn't quick that it would start hurting to keep Kurt in his ass. He rode Kurt faster than before, tightening himself and clenching his cheeks together so that Kurt would feel an increase in pressure. The effort to do so was excruciating, but he did it anyways. From Kurt's audible moaning, Blaine could tell it was working. He pushed down one last time, taking Kurt all the way in before he felt Kurt's cock throbbing inside of him, releasing his own pent up substance.

Kurt had to brace his hands on either side of Blaine as he fell forward. He was visibly shaking; his shoulders, his hands, his arms, everything. There was sweat dripping down his forehead as he leaned over Blaine and rested his head on Blaine's chest, too weak and lost in the moment to bother pulling out. His eyes were shut as he tried to regain a normal breathing pattern, but it was a while before that happened. Eventually his breathing came back, but the shuddering didn't cease.

Blaine rubbed Kurt's arms in what was a comforting gesture.

"Hey," he said softly.

Kurt opened his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked for the second time that night.

"It must be the night air," Kurt said.

He reached over and pulled on his shirt, not bothering to button up the front. Blaine had to admit, it was a good look for him. Just add a tie and…Oh, too soon for those kinds of thoughts.

Kurt saw Blaine wince and slid back onto his knees. He held Blaine's waist as he slowly slid out with a small, wet noise. He wasn't in such a good condition himself.

"So I get round two, right?" Blaine teased lightly.

Kurt smiled back confidently. "Of course, if you think you can follow that act."

"Oh, I can, and I will," Blaine answered with equal enthusiasm. "Just you wait."

"I just need a few minutes," Kurt said, lying back down next to Blaine, who was busying himself by cleaning himself off as best as he could.

He watched as Kurt rolled over and reached into his open duffle, pulling out an extra blanket and draping it over both of them.

"Come here and I can warm you right up," Blaine whispered.

Kurt gave Blaine a small smile before scooting over and kissing him full on the lips.

Their limbs tangled underneath the blanket; skin on skin. Blaine's bare chest was pressed flush against Kurt's ass they kissed. They kept it light, soft. It was almost better than their rough kisses in its own way, because their lips were so tender and subtly bruised. Blaine's fingers brushed against Kurt's cheek as they continued their slow, familiar kissing.

If he tried, he could almost imagine that he meant something to Kurt like this; when they were in each other's arms kissing for the sake of kissing. Almost.

Kurt faced towards the pile of wood that once served as their fire. It was an ungodly hour in the morning; he could tell because the sky was getting lighter. He was underneath the blanket with Blaine, whose arm was tucked around Kurt's waist at the moment. His fingers moved as he slept, brushing against Kurt's bare skin.

He wouldn't cry. He promised himself he wouldn't cry.

But he'd lied.

Blaine was his first. And when they went in for "round two", as Blaine had called it jokingly, he had been Blaine's…what? Fourth? Fifth? More than that? More than he could even imagine or begin to count on his fingers?

But right now – right in this moment as he watched the sky turn from dark blue to light, then to purple with hints of orange – as Blaine slept beside him with his arm wrapped around Kurt's waist, holding Kurt to his chest and breathing into his hair, Kurt could almost imagine it.

He could almost imagine that he meant something to Blaine.