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{Kurt}

Kurt knew by now Jon didn't like to be touched while he fell asleep. It was enough for Kurt to feel his weight on the other side of the bed and hear the steady sound of his breathing. So he did not expect Jon to stir in the dark, Jon's knees to bump against his, Jon's hand to brush his face and cup his cheek.

"Are you sleepy?" Jon whispered.

Kurt's whole body came awake and alert. Cautiously, he hooked his leg around Jon's hip to draw him closer, and Jon cuddled into his bare chest, his warm sigh making the skin all over Kurt's body tighten.

Experimentally, Kurt slid his hand around the back of Jon's neck and the other man let him guide his mouth to his, open and willing. Groaning softly, Kurt pulled him deeper and stroked his hand down the smooth length of Jon's spine. Jon made a low noise, his body rippling, pushing up against Kurt's.

With some difficulty, Kurt pulled away, nipping Jon's earlobe before he said, husky in his ear. "You got my attention. What do you want, love?"

Jon was hugging him, shivering. "You." His mouth found Kurt's again, sucking on his lower lip, sliding his tongue hot into the fold of Kurt's mouth. Kurt shuddered, letting him, letting Jon move against his body, touching him everywhere until he thought he would burst with an agony of pleasure. When Jon laid him back, trailing his mouth down Kurt's stomach, Kurt barely caught him in time, wrapping his hand over Jon's gorgeous mouth and pushing him aside.

"Don't," Kurt said breathlessly. "Just hands." He made a helpless noise. "Sorry Jon. Got another week of meds to kill this STI before I'm good to go for you."

Jon was silent except for the catch of his breath and Kurt wished he could see his expression in the dark. Lying down against his chest, Jon nudged his face into Kurt's throat, and then Kurt felt the movement of Jon licking his hand. The anticipation alone almost climaxed him, before Jon wrapped his fingers around his hard-on, his grip sliding deliciously against his skin. Kurt put his mouth to Jon's ear to sing his pleasure just for him, shaking as he came.

It wasn't until after that Kurt realized that was twice in a row Jon had put him first without asking a single thing for himself until Kurt was spent and satisfied. Jon slipped out of bed when he was done, and Kurt rolled over, too slow to catch him back, dismayed. He heard the sound of water running, and then Jon slipped back between the sheets, his hands cool against Kurt's face and smelling like soap.

As Jon stroked his hair, Kurt sensed a change in his mood. "Now you?" he asked.

"I think I can't now," Jon said low. "Sorry, love. I really--loved doing that with you. I love your body. I don't know why I switched off."

Kurt stroked his belly and Jon opened his leg for Kurt to find him, cool and soft, folded up so small he fit in the palm of Kurt's hand. Kurt caught his breath. He never let a man hold him like this, when he was defenceless as a child.

Jon curled his body away in what was clearly a no more and Kurt put his hands against his face, palms full of the salt and lemon of Jon's particular smell. "Can I just hug you?" Kurt asked in a small voice.

"Yes please," Jon whispered, and burrowed into Kurt's arms. His face felt hot against Kurt's skin--either Jon was blushing or he had been crying. Kurt's own eyes stung, and he put his lips to Jon's cheek to say with words what he would have said with his hands and his mouth if he hadn't been so caught up in his own pleasure he missed his chance.

"Your body is making me a believer, Jon." Kurt laughed under his breath. "God you're so beautiful. I have no doubt your Maker loves you, just how you are."

Jon was silent, curled up in his arms.

"We're going to figure this out, love," Kurt said. "Do you believe me?"

After a moment, Jon nodded against him.

For the first time, Jon didn't roll away to fall asleep. Kurt felt him relax against him, heavy and unconscious. He laid awake a long time, with Jon's weight in his arms, his heart aching, stretching to hold him. Finally, he eased out of bed to wash himself up, something he would normally have done immediately.

He was going to need a new routine for a lover he fell asleep with after. He was going to need a new everything; it felt like starting again, learning how to be with Jon White. He was thrilled and terrified at once; was this drop in his stomach the feeling of careening over a ledge, about to crash and burn? Or the wonderment at opening a gift that was so much better than he hoped, if he could hold onto it?

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