The bachelor party is about as cliché as it can get.  Kurt isnt the least surprised by that when he lets Rachel, Santana, and Mercedes plan it.  Theres the usual alcohol, feather boas, tiaras, and strippers.  Strippers Kurt tries to keep off him.  Almost naked guys grinding close to him in his head sounds fun, but in reality its kind of gross.  Besides, he has Blaine who can do a way better job than these guys Rachel got for him.

Sitting at a table in the club where they are celebrating, purple feather boa around his neck, and feathery pink tiara on his head, Kurt downs his third shot as he watches Rachel get a little too close with one of the male strippers.  Mentally gagging, he wonders if Blaine is faring any better.

He really didnt get the whole separate bachelor parties, but he went along with it.  He would have been perfectly fine with him and Blaine having one big bachelor party.  But as it was, their friends convinced them otherwise.  Thats how he finds himself here, and Blaine God knows where doing God knows what.

"Whats wrong, Kurt?"  Rachel yells over the loud music, looking around the body of the stripper in her lap.  The plastic tiara on her head sits crooked from all the movement.  "This is awesome!  Why arent you having fun?"

Kurt makes a disgusted face when Rachel runs her hands over the strippers metallic gold colored boyshorts and grabs his ass.  "This is stupid," he replies as he grabs one of the shot glasses that are brought over to their table by a waiter wearing a black bow tie around his neck, a black vest, and tiny, tight black shorts.  Kurt wonders if the dress code for this place is small and as minimal as possible.  Easily knocking back the shot, the alcohol warm as it runs down his throat, Kurt sits back and continues not to have fun.

Forty minutes later, happily buzzed, Kurt remembers another reason he didnt want to do a bachelor party separate from Blaine.  Along with giving him a good buzz, the alcohol is making him horny.  Thoughts of Blaine being the one on top of the table dancing in tiny shorts instead of the current guy keep running through Kurts head.

Dropping his head back on the couch, eyes falling closed, body moving to the beat of the song playing, Kurt thinks about Blaine being here.  He thinks about Blaine sitting in his lap and sexually rolling his body against his in a way that would have him happy.  Before long, Kurt can feel his jeans fitting tighter.  But that doesnt stop him from thinking about Blaine dancing for him.  And slowly dancing turns to him thinking about Blaine taking his cock in his gorgeous mouth and sucking him off.  Then that turns to him imagining Blaine fucking him.

Thinking about the last time Blaine fucked him, was inside him, almost a week ago, Kurt feels his body ache to be fucked by Blaine.  The need and want to have him fill his ass with his cock is so hard to ignore, Kurt finds himself standing up and jolting to the bathroom.

He needs relief.  He needs to come.  He needs Blaine.

Horny and desperately wanting to get off, occupying a stall in the bathroom, Kurt pulls out his phone and calls Blaine.

"Hello," Blaine answers after the second ring.  Kurt hears loud music in the background, figuring hes at a club, as well.

"Blaine?"  Kurt slightly slurs into the receiver.

"I guess youre as drunk as I am," Blaine laughs.

"Yup."  Kurt nods his head even though Blaine cant see him.  "And you know how drunk me is."

"Oh, God," Blaine deeply moans into the phone.  Kurt knows Blaine must be thinking of the last time he was drunk.  When he was so horny, he rode Blaine on the subway at four in the morning on their way back to their apartment.  It was their own version of the train scene from Risky Business.  And Kurt loved every crazy second of it.  "I do know."

"I want you, Blaine," Kurt desperately whines into the phone.  Hes just drunk enough to not care if anybody can hear him at the moment.  "Im so horny, and I want you."

"Fuck, Kurt!"  Blaine groans.

Shoving a hand down his pants, Kurt starts to palm himself, softly moaning into the phone.  "I keep thinking about you bending me over one of the tables here and fucking me in front of all these guys that want me."  Softly keening into the phone as he gently thrusts his hips forward into his hand, Kurt hears Blaine release an unrecognizable sound into the phone.  "I cant stop thinking about you fucking me.  I ache for it.  I need your cock, Blaine."  Kurt loudly moans this time into the phone, not caring about the guy he heard walk in.

"We...We cant, Kurt," Blaine reminds him.  "Not for another two days."

"Please, Blaine," Kurt whines.  "You dont have to fuck me.  It can be anything.  Please."

"Fuck!  Where are you?"  Blaine asks.

Telling Blaine the club he and the girls are at, and hearing him say hell be there soon, Kurt ends the call and goes about continuing to palm himself.

"Need some company?"  Kurt hears the random guy offer with an eagerness to his voice.

"No," Kurt sharply replies, pressing back against the stall wall and continuing to palm himself.  Some creepy dude offering to help get him off isnt going to deter him from getting just that.  Except with Blaine.

"You sure?"  Kurt hears the voice say, closer to him.

A peek down, he sees black combat boots standing just outside the door.  Through the crack in the door, he can barely make out a guy in his late twenties bare chested with black hair and blue eyes.  Even if he was single and this horny, he would never take the guys offer.  All he has to do is wait for Blaine to arrive and make him feel even better.  "Yes," he quietly moans as he thrusts his hips forward into his hand.  "Im sure."

For some time afterwards, ignoring the guy as he stands right outside the stall and listens to him, Kurt continues to touch himself.  Its enough to keep him hard, to keep his body buzzing with need, but its not to make him come.  He wants Blaine to do that.  He wants Blaine to bring him the pleasure he aches for.

"Kurt?!"  Kurt hears Blaine finally call several minutes later.

"In here."  Door thrown open, Kurt grabs a fistful of Blaines shirt when hes in front of him and pulls him into the stall.

Shoving Blaine up against the stall wall, kicking the door shut, and locking it, Kurt crashes his mouth to Blaines.  Soft, plump, pink lips that taste of alcohol eagerly kiss back as he hungrily thrust his tongue into Blaines mouth.  Hands roaming down Blaines chest, fingers grazing over defined muscles, Kurt stops at Blaines belt buckle and starts to work it open.

"Want to feel you," Kurt mumbles against Blaines lips as he pops the button of his jeans.

Its not the first time theyve gone at it in a public place.  There have been many times where they just didnt care about where they were, and went somewhere somewhat quiet and fucked.  Those times they did that were incredible.  The thrill of being heard or caught always made it more intense.

"How do you suppose we do that without breaking the rules?"  Blaine asks as he works open Kurts jeans.

Kurt turns around so his back is to Blaines chest.  "As long as youre not inside me," he says as he sticks his ass out.

"Goddamn, Kurt, youre so fucking sexy," Blaine growls into his ear as he shoves his jeans down.

Smiling when Blaine starts to kiss at the back of his neck, Kurt moans when he rocks his hips into his ass.  A glance over his shoulder when he stops,  he sees Blaine pull a small travel bottle of lube from his pocket.  "Please tell me you just bought that," he says as he hears the clank of the belt buckle on the floor.

"I made a stop on my way here.  Needed to be prepared," Blaine tells him as he flips the cap of the bottle.

Kurt trembles when he feels a thumb press to his entrance.  Gently he rocks his hips back on Blaines thumb, desperately wishing he could push inside with it.  The thumb slowly starts to circle the rim of his entrance, sending sparks of pleasure through Kurt.  "Please, Blaine," he begs as he pushes his hips back.

After teasing him by tracing the rim of his hole for a few minutes, Blaine spreads the lube all over between Kurts ass cheeks.  As he heavily breathes, Kurt hears as Blaine jerks off behind him.  He knows without asking what hes going to do.  And even though he wants Blaines cock pushing into his ass, this is better than being alone and not doing anything.

Releasing a deep moan when Blaine places his cock between his spread ass cheeks, and letting them go so his cock is fit snug between them, Kurt groans when he starts to roll his hips.  The drag and slide of Blaines cock against his ass sends jolts of pleasure along Kurts spine.

Reaching up and gripping the top of the stall wall for something to hold on to, Blaines hands covering his, the side of his face pressed into the wall, Kurt whimpers as he rocks his hips back.  He can feel the head of Blaines cock catch at the rim of his hole each time he thrusts up, making him shiver and shake with pleasure.  Loudly whining when Blaine stops when this happens, barely pressing in to his ass, Kurt desperately wishes he could.  He wishes Blaine would forget their promise and fuck him senseless right here in this bathroom stall.

He doesnt even care that he knows that random guy is still standing just outside the stall listening to them.  It actually makes him harder.  To know some guy is getting off on the sounds of Blaine and him makes the heat coil in his belly.

"Close, Blaine," he tells him as he rocks his hips back.

Seeing Blaine drop one of his hands, and reach around him, Kurt whines low in his throat when Blaine takes his achingly hard cock in hand.  As he strokes him, Kurt rocks his hips back on Blaines cock as he thrusts his hips forward into his fist.

"Come on, Kurt," Blaine growls in his ear as he thumbs at the head of Kurts leaking cock.  "Come for me."

Jerking his hips up into Blaines hand, and back on his cock, Kurt feels his body go taut before he snaps.  He spills over Blaines fist in thick ropes of cum.  As he comes, his release seeming to last longer than usual, Blaine strokes him through every second as he still fucks his ass.

Trembling as his orgasm starts to finally wane, breathing heavy, Kurt moans as he feels Blaine still dragging his cock between his ass cheeks.  It doesnt take long after that for him to hear Blaine be hit with his release.

The splash of Blaines cum at his lower back, and between his ass cheeks and the back of his thighs has Kurts cock twitching in interest much too soon.  He can feel the warm cum sliding down between his ass cheeks, and down his legs.  Its incredibly hot.  "That...That was great," he pants.

"Mmm."  Blaine moans into his ear.  "It was."

"We should probably clean up."  Hands shaking as he lets go of the stall wall, Kurt reaches for a few strips of toilet paper.  The toilet paper taken away from him, he lets Blaine clean him.  The tissue runs up between one thigh, and then the other as Blaine gathers the drops of cum there.  Cheeks spread, Kurt feels as Blaine thoroughly cleans him.

"Thanks," he says after Blaine finishes.

"Youre welcome."

Kurt pulls his underwear and jeans up after, and faces Blaine.  On his face, he can see his cheeks are flushed, and his hair is slightly disheveled.  Blaines eyes are filled with a joy he usually sees there after he has an orgasm.  Gaining his composure, Kurt reaches out with shaky hands and buttons Blaines jeans.  "Come on," he drawls as he leans in and sloppily kisses Blaine.  "Lets go party."

"Do you think theyll mind?"  Blaine asks in concern to him suddenly showing up with Kurt.

"I dont know."  Kurt shrugs his shoulders.  "But its my bachelor party, they cant say anything."

"Okay.  Lets go then."

Opening the stall door and following Blaine out of the bathroom, Kurt is now more than ready to have an awesome bachelor party.

~

He doesnt care how it happened, or that there are dozens of people around who can see, he feels good.  The buzz from the alcohol combined with the sizzle of pleasure running under his skin, nothing else matters.  In Blaines lap, grinding his ass down on his hard cock, Kurt tips his head back on Blaines shoulder and whimpers into his ear.

After very little debate from his otherwise occupied friends, Blaine and he danced and drank and partied like they were supposed to at a bachelor party.  Somewhere along there, Kurt got his tiara back, and Blaine got a boa placed around his neck.

On the dance floor, their bodies were pressed extremely close together as they danced.  Hands roamed over familiar curves and muscles as they pretty much dry humped on the dance floor.  That lead to where they are.

Back in the section for his bachelor party, sitting in Blaines lap as he sits on the couch, Kurt continues moving his hips down against Blaines cock in a sinuous way.  Fingers tangling in loosened curls when he reaches behind him, Kurt moans as Blaine rocks his hips up into his ass.  "You like that?" he asks as he circles his hips.  Flicking his tongue over Blaines upper lip when he ghost his lips over his, Kurt whimpers as Blaine slips his hand past the waistband of his jeans and starts to palm him over his underwear.

"Do you like that?"  Blaine asks with a cheeky grin, and laughter to his voice.

Kurt whimpers in reply, pushing his hips up into Blaines hand.

"Thought so."  Blaine chuckles into his ear.

Kurt can feel how close he is; has been for a few minutes now.  And Blaine palming him over his cock only pushes him closer to his release.

Back arching off Blaine a few minutes later, teeth digging into his lower lip, Kurt comes with a small cry of pleasure.  Body going still against Blaine, Kurt can still feel him hard against his ass, but not doing anything.  "You going to finish?" he asks as he wiggles his hips down.

"Not here," Blaine whispers into his ear.  "Want to be alone."

Kurt shudders.  He understands that.  Its already twice theyve done the exhibition thing tonight.  Its time for them to be alone while they have fun.  "We should go, then."  Grin spreading across his face, Kurt leans in and flicks his tongue over Blaines lower lip before pulling it into his mouth and gently sucking on it.

"We should," Blaine agrees as he pulls back, heavily breathing.

~

Waking up naked and sprawled on top of Blaine in bed, some feathers of the boa in his mouth, a throbbing ache in his head, Kurt squints his eyes to the morning sun falling into the bedroom.  Slowly sitting up, stirring Blaine some in his sleep, he groans as he sits up.

Pulling the feather boa from around his neck and dropping it to the floor, seeing his and Blaines clothes scattered everywhere, wondering how his underwear ended up on top of the vanity mirror, Kurt drops his head in his hands.  Flashes of the night before start to filter into his mind like a slow drip of an IV; little by little it comes back.  He remembers the bathroom at the club, but afterwards is kind of a blur.  Somehow, he and Blaine managed to sneak out and come home.  What little he remembers after that comes to him in flashes.  Theres the hazy memory of them 69ing on the couch. Then theres the foggy memory of him lying on the bed, his legs on Blaines shoulders, and writhing in pleasure as Blaine pushed his tongue into his ass.  After that, hes positive Blaine fucked his thighs.  So, all in all, it was a wild night for both of them that turned out way differently than they planned.

Looking to Blaine when he lets out a pathetic sounding moan, Kurt bites his lip as he sees the tiara he was wearing the night before on his head.

"Am I dead?"  Blaine says as he slowly opens his eyes.

"Sorry," Kurt tells him in a soft voice.  "But the only heaven youre experiencing is me."

Blaine smiles at him.  "Thats not so bad.  Id rather take you over the real thing any day."

"The fact that you can be a romantic even hungover says something."

"Yeah, that Im a catch."

"I wouldnt say that," Kurt teases, letting out a small moan when his laughter makes his head throb even worse.

"Terrible headache?"  Blaine asks like hes experiencing the same thing.

Kurt nods his head.  "By the way, we really suck at not being together," he says with a laugh.

"That comes as no surprise."  Blaine lets out a small groan as he stands up off the bed.  "Good thing this is over tomorrow."

"Finally."  Kurt stands up off the bed and winds his arms around Blaines shoulders.  "Then we can have wild, crazy sex for a week."

"I eagerly look forward to it.  But right now," Blaine says.  "Theres some pain killers, toothbrushes, and a shower waiting for us."