Kurt propped his elbow on the desk and put his chin in his palm, zoning out as he gave the teacher a glassy stare. She continued her lecture and the students continued pretending to be paying attention.
The tick of the clock was the only sound apart from the teachers dull voice that filled the room.
His eyes started getting heavy and were harder and harder to open back up every time he closed them when suddenly a weight was put on his thigh.
Kurt jumped a little in his seat before connecting the weight to Blaine. He looked down to find Blaine’s hand on his right thigh, just a few inches above his knee.
He turned to glare at the boy sitting next to him.
“What are you doing?” he hissed at him, low enough that only he could hear.
The corner of Blaine’s lips lifted in a smirk but his eyes remained on the teacher and his pencil continued scratching notes into his paper, giving no other sign that he had heard him.
Kurt tried to move his leg away but Blaine used just enough pressure to keep him in place. So instead, he reached under the desk and tried to remove Blaine’s hand, but it wouldn’t budge.
He gave up and started putting down some nonsensical garble in his notebook, pretending to be paying attention to the teacher.
Then the hand started moving.
Rubbing along his thigh, slowly getting higher and higher and further in.
Kurt squirmed in his seat, cursing the fact that his breath started getting shallow and his face was flushed. He bit the inside of his cheek and prayed to the god he didn’t believe in that his cock would stop its upward journey.
Blaine started rubbing circles on Kurt’s thigh, holding back a smile at how sensitive the skin there appeared to be as he moved closer and closer to the growing bulge on Kurt’s lap.
A small gasp escaped Kurt’s lips as Blaine reached his destination and cupped the bulge with his palm.
“B-blaine,” he stuttered out “st-stop.”
Blaine continued to look forward and write into his notebook when without warning he pressed his palm down and squeezed the slightest bit.
Kurt’s hands flew to the desk and clutched the edge hard enough to turn his knuckles white.
Blaine pressed down.
Harder.
Rougher.
Faster.
Little whimpers escaped Kurt’s mouth as he was slowly pushed over the edge when-
The bell rang.
Kurt jumped out of his seat and grabbed his bag, amazed that no one had noticed what had been happening. He ran out of the room, rushing to get somewhere, anywhere.
Away.
He ran as fast as he could, fast enough that no one could look twice at him and check if they really had just seen that.
He stumbled around the hallways. Yelping as a hand grabbed his elbow and yanked him into an empty classroom.
No sooner was the door closed than he was pressed up against it, another body flush against his.
A wet and hungry mouth sucked on his collarbone and soft curls tickled his jaw. Calloused hands softly flittered under his shirt, grazing his ribcage and abdomen. One of the hands went up to circle his nipple, Kurt couldn’t help but arch into the touch, not even caring when he felt a smile on the mouth that was still attacking his collarbone. A moan escaped his lips as his nipple was pinched and rolled around. Before the moan completely left his lips his shirt was lifted, a rush of cold air hitting his overheated skin as the pinching fingers were replaced by a needy mouth.
He felt his knees going weak under him and slammed one hand on the wall, looking for something to hold on to as the other hand tangled itself into the soft curls.
“Blaine” the whine escaped his lips and a content hum came from Blaine, hitting the erect nipple that he had been suckling and turning all of Kurt’s insides to jelly.
All Kurt could do was whimper as Blaine released his nipple with a faint pop and started placing wet kisses across his ribcage and down to his abdomen. The cold air stung on the wet areas as Blaine kept going lower. It wasn’t until then that Kurt noticed that his pants had been unbuckled, the zipper put down, and Blaine was working on pulling them down over his throbbing erection.
The friction of the jeans moving across his cock sent a jolt through Kurt- temporarily making him regain his senses and grab the curls to yank the head away when Blaine started mouthing at him through his boxers. Kurt’s clear senses went to hell.
Kurt practically purred as Blaine kissed at his cocks underside through his boxers, opening his mouth and softly nibbling, the wetness from his mouth seeping through the thin material of the boxers.
Soft pants came out of Kurt’s mouth as he felt himself slowly unwinding.
“So hot.” Blaine murmured, the low grumble of his voice sending dulled vibrations to Kurt’s cock which in turn made his breath come faster. “So hot, and so, so mine, all mine.”
Kurt’s eyes started rolling to the back of his head.
“Yes,” he panted “Yours, all-“
His eyes were suddenly wide open as he realized what he had just said. He yanked the hand tangled in the curls away from himself, a scream emitting from the boy falling backwards on his ass.
Kurt stared at him with wide open eyes for a second before turning and running out of the room, pulling his pants up as he did, glad for the first time in his life that he went to a school where the kids celebrated lunch like a sacred holiday and the cafeteria was their church.