Any other thoughts about good intentions fled his mind when Blaine leaned down again and ohmygod where did his boyfriend learn how to do that? Blaine traced Kurt's lips with his tongue and Kurt could do nothing but lay there, his breathing soft and shallow, while his mouth is just open and he's waiting to see what's coming next. Blaine's tongue trailed over Kurt's already kiss-swollen lips and then it dipped inside, but he wasn't kissing him. He was just…exploring. Kurt felt one of Blaine's hand take a gentle hold on his chin to hold it in place. Why he needed to do that, Kurt didn't know, he wasn't going anywhere soon but – OH.

OH.

Oh my god.

While Blaine held his chin, he just sort of…licked across his mouth. He'd never felt something so erotic in his teenage life. Oh and he was doing it again and his breath was warm and heavy and oh god he tasted like fucking heaven. Kurt tried to reciprocate, he couldn't help it really, by lifting his head to kiss his boyfriend properly, but Blaine kept a firm hold on his chin and let out a quiet little laugh.

"No, no. Just enjoy. Let me take care of you," Blaine whispered.

Kurt whimpered and he knotted his hands tightly in the material of the other boy's shirt. Blaine went back to doing that delicious thing with his tongue before he finally let it slip inside Kurt's mouth to tickle at his palate and even trace the back of his teeth a little. It tickled, but in a good way, and Kurt was just writhing in frustration. Finally, when he thought he was going to lose it, Blaine began kissing him again. It was deep and just…ohmygod. He felt Blaine's hand leave his chin to trail up his jaw line and tangle in his hair. Now usually, Kurt really couldn't stand people messing with his hair because, well, just because. But this was utterly fantastic. Blaine began to move his hips again and Kurt let out a moan into the other boy's mouth.

But then Blaine pulled away.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "Oh god, I'm sorry. Is this too much? You have to tell-"

"Blaine, shut UP," Kurt groaned, letting one of his own hands tangle into Blaine's curly, curly locks (since he transferred to McKinley, he'd stopped using eights pounds of gel in his hair) to pull his face back to his own.

Oh. And now Kurt knew what Blaine meant when he said he 'couldn't stop'. His boyfriend broke the kiss and started trailing hot little kisses all over his neck and he was licking and nipping at any little bit of skin he could reach before he moved to Kurt's ear.

And then he just breathed.

Right into Kurt's ear. And now Kurt was pretty sure he'd never been more turned on in his life and he would have graciously taken off every piece of clothing for this boy, right then and there, and offered himself up like some whore, so long as Blaine didn't stop that. And he didn't. He kept breathing heavily into Kurt's ear and on the exhale his breath was so hot and when he inhaled it got cold again and it was this torturous, wonderful process.

"I could make you come right now," Blaine said softly, "without ever touching you. I could, you know."

"Guh…"

Wow. That was very articulate, Hummel, Kurt's conscious sniped. Very erotic.

His response couldn't have seemed too out of character though, considering Blaine was laughing quietly, still right next to his ear.

"What do you want, Kurt?"

"I…I don't…"

"You have to tell me. I'll give you anything you want."

So many things rushed through Kurt Hummel's head in that second, he was quite sure it was going to explode. But somehow, he still knew what he really wanted, what he desperately wished for.

"T-touch me. I need you to…please…"

"But I already am touching you."

Mother of god, he could FEEL Blaine smiling when he said that.

"Please…you know…"

"I'm afraid I don't, love."

Fuck. He couldn't stand it anymore. He gripped the hand Blaine still had in his hair and deliberately dragged it down and forced it on the (actually, rather painful, now) bulge in his jeans.

"Oh there," Blaine chuckled.

And with a coherency he didn't know he still possessed at the moment, Kurt said, "Blaine Anderson if you do not get your hand in my pants right now, I will most surely, and rather unfortunately, DIE."

Blaine threw his head back and laughed outright before kissing his boyfriend's forehead.

"That bad?"

"It hurts," Kurt whined.

"Then I can most certainly help."

And Blaine moved his hand to the top of Kurt's jeans and with that single hand (wow) he undid the button and oh so fucking slowly unzipped them. Kurt had never been more relieved to have a pair of skinny jeans undone. Ever.

"Oh thank god," Kurt said, his own hands falling to his sides in what felt like exhaustion.

"Glad to be of service," Blaine quipped.

"Oh shut up, yo-"

But then all sense of a comeback left him when he felt the pressure of Blaine's hand on his cock through his boxer briefs. Blaine kept at it for a few seconds, just rubbing through the material and making Kurt's eyes fall closed and his mouth fall open and his head tilt back just slightly. Then he moved his hand upward and let a single finger trail along the line of exposed skin just above the waistband of Kurt's underwear, where his shirt had ridden up, before dipping the same finger under the waistband by about an inch and feeling the skin there.

Kurt couldn't do anything. He couldn't move, he wasn't quite sure if he was breathing, he couldn't fucking think right until he felt Blaine peel the boxer briefs back. The air was cold and kind of uncomfortable but then…oh god…then he felt Blaine's hand on him. On his cock.

Blaine's hand. Was on his cock.

Kurt figured he was either dying or going insane. Because sure, he'd had his own, fun-filled, masturbatory times, but this was nothing like any of that. Blaine's hand closed around his aching arousal and his grip was firm and strong and sure and he started moving his hand.

Oh god, Jesus, Allah, whatever is holy anywhere ever, please don't let this stop, Kurt thought. He did not think anything, anything at all, could feel better than this.

Oh fuck. And then Blaine kind of maneuvered his way to Kurt's side so that his back was pressed against the back of the sofa and Kurt's side was pressed against Blaine's front and Blaine's hand never stopped moving. In fact, he was moving it faster. And he was letting his thumb press against that spot, right below the head, on the underside of his cock, just so, and Kurt could not stay quiet any longer.

"Please… Blaine, please…"

"I know, I know."

"I'm…I can't…it's so much…"

"I know, Kurt," Blaine said hotly, right into his ear.

And he was doing that breathing thing right there, right in his ear, and Kurt was squirming and thrusting up into Blaine's ridiculously perfect grip and he thought he was going to come unglued, unravel, shatter into a million pieces, and then Blaine spoke again.

"Come for me, Kurt."

So he did. Oh god, did he come. He came so hard that he was pretty sure his eyes rolled in the back of his head. He came all over Blaine's hand and on his own stomach and maybe a little on his shirt and Blaine's shirt, but he wasn't really sure because all he kept saying was Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, and Blaine's hand didn't stop milking him until he stopped thrusting.

When he finally came down from his high, Kurt was tired and his hand clutched weakly at Blaine's wrist. He turned his head towards his boyfriend and opened his sleepy eyes to see Blaine looking at him with this pleased grin.

Smug little bastard.

Well. Okay, so maybe Blaine had a reason to be smug. Kurt could safely say he had never come that hard in his entire life.

"You-" oh, but his throat was kind of dry. He swallowed a bit and continued. "Thank you."

Blaine laughed again. "You're quite welcome," he said, his elbow propped up and his head resting on his hand. "I try."

"You try very well," Kurt said. "I mean you do. You did. Very well."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"No need to get cocky."

Blaine's eyebrows shot up and his smile widened. "Cocky, huh?"

Kurt rolled his eyes in reply. "Oh hush up."

"Mmm," was all Blaine had to say.

And THEN, he did something Kurt was NOT expecting. AT ALL.

Blaine finally lifted his hand off of Kurt's spent cock and put it to his mouth and licked Kurt's come. No, really. He licked his hand clean.

"You taste really good, Kurt."

If Kurt hadn't come about two minutes earlier, he would most assuredly have an instant hard on.

"You…you just…"

Blaine gave this smile that kind of reminded Kurt of the cat that got the cream. "You've never tasted yourself before?"

"Um…not for a long time, I guess."

"Let me show you," Blaine said leaning down to capture Kurt's dry lips in a gentle kiss.

Oh, wow. That was…weird. When Blaine pried open his lips with his tongue, Kurt could taste the familiarity of Blaine's mouth, his saliva, the taste of his tongue, but then there was this kind of…bitter…other taste.

He could taste himself in Blaine's mouth.

Holy shit.

"And so?" Blaine asked, pulling back slightly, nudging Kurt's nose with his own.

"Wow," Kurt breathed. "That was…"

"Sort of weird but pretty arousing at the same time?"

"Yes."

Blaine chuckled and nodded his head, letting his hand trail over the drying come on Kurt's stomach and the little bit that had ended up on his shirt. And then he tucked Kurt back into his boxer briefs. The whole dry come thing was going to be a problem later, but right now Kurt couldn't give a damn because he could still feel Blaine's erection pressing into his thigh.

"Oh! I should do you!" Kurt exclaimed, completely having forgot that, hey, Blaine had a hard on too when this all started.

"No, Kurt. You don't have to do anything," Blaine said, swatting away Kurt's eager hand that was reaching for his zipper. "No, really. You don't have to. I'll be fine."

"But…you're…"

Blaine scooted down a little so he could rest his head on Kurt's shoulder and wrap an arm around his chest. "You don't have to do anything for me. I don't expect you to. I wanted to touch you and you let me. That, for me, means a lot."

"But…you're hard and…and it must hurt. After having been like that for so long," Kurt protested, lifting a hand to caress Blaine's arm.

"It does a little, yeah," Blaine said with a tiny laugh, "but I can take care of myself later. I don't want you to do something you aren't ready for. I won't do that."

Kurt bit his lip, trying to think of something to say that would make it better. He kept remembering that Blaine wasn't a virgin, that Blaine had loads more experience than he did. And he had to admit to himself that he was really nervous about NOT doing this right and what if Blaine just pushed him away and told him to come back when he was ready to be a real man.

Or something similar.

Not that he really expected Blaine to say something that cruel, but the point still stands.

But he could still feel that Blaine was hard and there had to be something one of them could do. Because Kurt would feel like a total asshole for getting off and then not letting Blaine get the same satisfaction somehow.

Oh. OH. Hey. These little epiphanies were just flowing right on in tonight.

"You could…um…"

"Kurt, stop thinking so hard. It's not a problem. You're not ready and I'm just fine with that," Blaine insisted.

"No. I mean, I was going to suggest…something."

Blaine lifted his head and furrowed his eyebrows in this really adorable way. "Oh?"

"You could uh…you know…you could. Do it."

"I could do what?"

"Handle…your problem. You could just do it here in front of me. So that it's kind of…you know."

And Blaine's eyebrows went from furrowed towards his hairline so fast that Kurt was surprised they didn't shoot off.

"Only if you want to!" Kurt rushed to say. "You don't have to, it was just an idea."

Blain's mouth was gaping open. "You would…you'd want to see that? I mean…really?"

"It's not like I haven't dreamt enough about it," Kurt said with a bit of sass.

Then he clamped his hand over his mouth and sat up while Blaine laughed for about the twentieth time that night. He then realized his pants were still undone and he quickly zipped and buttoned them back up.

"Hey," he said, still laughing a bit and sitting up himself. He reached out to hold Kurt's hand in his own. "Remember when I told you that you didn't have to be embarrassed about whatever comes out of your mouth around me? That includes times like these."

"Well I didn't exactly mean to tell you I fantasize about you getting yourself off," Kurt replied.

"Do you fantasize about me often?" Blaine asked, scooting to the opposite side of the sofa, facing Kurt.

"Fairly…often," admitted Kurt, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"How often?" Blaine let one of his legs fall off the side of the sofa, his foot firmly planted on the floor, while the other leg stayed bent and rested on the sofa back.

"At…at least every other night."

Blaine's lips curved up into this sort of half smile thing that Kurt had never seen before. His boyfriend's eyes were darker and staring into his own with an insane amount of concentration.

"Only every other night?"

Oh and hey, that voice was pretty hot, Kurt decided. It was low and rough and kind of sounded…dangerous. But in a good way? Can a voice even be dangerous in a good way? Kurt didn't think so but he had to stop thinking about that because Blaine was unbuttoning his own jeans and pulling the zipper down so he could shrug out of them a bit, just enough to where Kurt could see that he was wearing pink boxers and there was a decidedly large wet spot on them; it was obviously from the pre-come that has been dripping from his cock for the last twenty or so minutes.

"I…" Kurt had to swallow because his mouth became very, very dry. "Possibly more. I don't…keep track."

Blaine lifted his shirt up a bit and Kurt could see that ridiculously sexy trail of dark hair on Blaine's stomach that he had occasionally admired so much before they were boyfriends.

"Do you fantasize about anyone else?" Blaine asked, oddly calm despite the fact that his pants were undone.

Kurt couldn't speak because Blaine's eyes were still locked on his. So he just shook his head.

"Just me?"

Blaine was letting his fingers slowly trail down that bit of hair until he reached the waistband of his boxers. And then his lifted his hips and slid those down too.

Wow, Kurt thought. He'd never really thought of a penis in terms of beautiful…but Blaine was gorgeous. Nestled in a thatch of dark hair, Blaine's cock was dark with arousal, thicker than his own but not quite as long, and the head was dripping a bit with pre-come.

"Ever since I met you, it's only ever been you," Kurt whispered, his eyes meeting Blaine's.

And Blaine finally let his own hand wrap around his erection and he groaned. He let his head fall back and just groaned, as if he were a dying man in a desert who just had his first drink of water in days.

Kurt had literally never seen anything as sexy as Blaine Anderson with his hand on his cock.

He watched in fascination as Blaine's hand moved up and down, the way the veins in Blaine's arms appeared as he squeezed himself, the way Blaine started to sweat just a little.

He watched as Blaine's head fell to the side to rest on the sofa back, the way he was fighting to keep his eyes open so he could see Kurt's reaction, the way his legs spread open even more.

God, but he couldn't take it. He had to…he had to feel. He needed to feel the heavy weight of Blaine's cock in his hand.

So he let himself crawl the small space between them and sat on his knees.

"What're you-"

"Shh," Kurt whispered, "let me." He was reaching out his hand.

"No, you…oh god…you don't have t-"

But Blaine didn't get to finish that sentence because Kurt placed his hand on top of Blaine's, which was beginning to move faster. Kurt gave a gentle squeeze and Blaine, kind of reluctantly but not really, moved his own hand away and let Kurt take over.

Kurt didn't know when his courage decided to make itself know, but it did. He tried to make his strokes just as sure and firm as Blaine's were on him, moving swiftly and occasionally letting his thumb reach up to graze the slick head. Blaine lifted his hands to Kurt's shoulders and attempted to pull him closer.

"Please…kiss me…" the older boy begged, his voice barely there.

And Kurt could do nothing but oblige. So he sat up more, letting the hand that wasn't busy brace himself on the arm of the sofa, and captured Blaine's lips in a fierce, heated kiss. He sped up his strokes, their tongues dueled faster, and Blaine dug his fingers into Kurt's shoulders so hard it hurt, but for some reason Kurt couldn't care because getting Blaine off was just about as erotic as Blaine getting him off. Blaine pulled away from the kiss and let his head press against Kurt's cheek.

"Oh god…I'm…Kurt…Kurt I'm…fuck…"

He felt Blaine thrust harshly into his hands once, twice more before he was coming, Kurt's name tumbling from his lips like some kind of sacred word. Kurt kept stroking, just like Blaine did for him because it had felt really nice. He could feel the warm, wet spurts of his boyfriend's come on his hand and he could kind of feel it seeping through his shirt too but that didn't matter because he just made Blaine come.

Blaine had come because of him, because of what he did to him. Because he made him feel that good.

Kurt was pretty ecstatic.

Until he heard a knock on his bedroom door.