"Goodnight, Noah," Blaine said, attempting to get the boy out the front door. He was the last to leave the house, but he kept stalling.

"Oh come on, Anderson, you know you want an audience!" Puck called back, walking backwards down the driveway to his car.

"Don't you think you got enough of an eyeful earlier?" Blaine shot back.

"Not nearly enough!"

"GOODBYE, Noah," Blaine said with finality, closing and locking the front door.

He sighed to himself, slightly amused, and shook his head before making his way back down to the entertainment room where he found Kurt bent over the pool table, attempting to shoot one of the balls into a pocket. Blaine stood in the darkened doorway quietly, watching Kurt focus and watching the way he spread his legs and wriggled his ass a bit. Kurt made the shot, sinking the ball in the hole. Really, with enough practice, Blaine thought, Kurt just might become a pool shark. Kurt retrieved the cue ball, still not noticing Blaine's presence, and went to set up for another shot. When he bent over once more, Blaine walked as silently as possible to situate himself behind his boyfriend. He snuck his hands down to the back of Kurt's thighs, feeling him shiver at the contact, and dragged them up his legs, over his ass, and around to grip his hips.

"Miss me?" Blaine asked, his voice already having gone deep and husky.

He planted a kiss to Kurt's spine through his cardigan and heard Kurt laugh a little.

"Terribly. The five minutes you were gone, well, they were sheer agony," Kurt responded sarcastically.

"Did you miss this?" Blaine pressed his hips into Kurt's ass, making sure his boyfriend knew just exactly how much he had missed him.

Kurt sighed and let his head fall down on to the tabletop, his grip on the pool cue weakening. "Yeah," he breathed. Every time Blaine's hips pressed against him, his own hips rubbed against the edge of the pool table, sending a jolt a pleasure throughout his body. He released the pool cue completely, letting it roll to the edge of the table as Blaine continued to place small kisses all over Kurt's back.

Blaine slid his hands from where they held Kurt's hips up under his cardigan and Kurt's breath hitched when he felt Blaine's cool fingertips glide along his heated skin.

"Tell me," Blaine ordered, his hands winding around under the fabric to claw at Kurt's smooth chest, urging him up so that his back was pressed firmly against Blaine's front. "Tell me how much you missed me." Blaine thrust his hips forward once, eliciting a sharp moan from his boyfriend's mouth. "Tell me."

Kurt reached one hand behind him to cup the back of Blaine's neck while the other slid down to hold onto Blaine's hip. He let his head fall back against Blaine's shoulder and turned his head, hoping for a kiss.

"Uh uh," Blaine said with a crooked smile. "Not until you say it." He teased Kurt, nudging his head to the side with his nose so that he could release a long, slow, hot breath into Kurt's ear. "Tell me, Kurt."

"So much," Kurt relented, the heat against his ear making his legs tremble. "I missed you so much."

Blaine finally allowed him a kiss, a firm, desperate, heated kiss where tongues dueled lazily. He licked at Kurt's bottom lip messily and then at his top one, crushing their lips together in a wet, long motion. Blaine let one of his hands trail down Kurt's chest, down his stomach, down past the button of his jeans and palmed Kurt's erection roughly.

"Did you miss this?" Blaine asked hotly, thrusting his hips forward slightly every single time he rubbed his hand against Kurt through his jeans. "Did you miss me touching you?"

"Yes," Kurt hissed against his lips, the long, slow S of the word dragging through his teeth. He forced their lips together again, wanting to taste the odd flavor of non-alcoholic beer on his lover's tongue. Blaine allowed it, the sweet scent of cherries still on Kurt's breath and the soft feeling of his lips driving him very nearly mad.

Blaine eventually pulled away, ignoring the whimper that echoed in Kurt's throat.

"Did you miss my cock?" Blaine whispered lowly into his ear, giving a particularly sharp thrust against Kurt's ass while reaching lower with his hand to cup Kurt's balls through his jeans.

"Fuck, yes," Kurt moaned loudly, unsure of whether he should press back into Blaine's hips or press forward into Blaine's hand.

"You…" Blaine began, sucking at the sensitive, flushed skin of Kurt's neck, "…are such…" he continued, biting at the junction where Kurt's neck met his shoulder, "…a little slut for me."

Kurt melted at the words, drowning in his boyfriend's voice. He groaned when Blaine bit down again, hard enough to bruise, but a pleasant enough sensation to make him weak in the knees.

"Thought I'd forgotten, didn't you," Blaine spoke against his skin, licking a long wet trail up Kurt's neck to his jaw. "You thought I forgot how hot it makes you, hearing me say that?"

Unable to speak, Kurt simply turned his head to look at Blaine. Both of their pupils were blown with lust, lips kiss-swollen and red. Blaine brought his hand away from Kurt's crotch and up to cup his chin forcefully. He bent his head down to lick, firm and slow across Kurt's lips, causing Kurt to open his mouth and gasp. Blaine did it again, denying the kiss he seemed to ache for, only barely letting his tongue graze the inside of Kurt's mouth.

"You want my cock, don't you?" Blaine breathed heavily. "Tell me."

Kurt moaned in reply, pressing his forehead into Blaine's neck. He couldn't form proper sentences right now, his brain was lost in a lust-fogged place and seriously, Blaine was expecting him to speak?

"Tell me that you want my cock," Blaine ordered, stepping forward which caused Kurt to do the same, which meant that the pool table was now nudging against the bottom of his balls. "Tell me or you won't get it."

Kurt's grip on the back of Blaine's neck turned painful, his blunt, perfectly manicured nails scratching at the bottom of Blaine's hairline. Blaine was way too good at this. He was nearly crying, he was so hard.

"I – I want it," he admitted against Blaine's neck. "Please…"

"Tell me what you want," Blaine pressed, his nose nuzzling into Kurt's hair. "I need to know what you want."

He really was crying now, his lashes wet with frustration because he needed to be fucked right now and Blaine was just…god…

"Your cock," Kurt whined, hearing Blaine emit a small gasp at his words. "I want your cock."

Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead, raising up on his toes slightly and then slowly allowing himself to stand flat on his feet again, effectively rubbing the length of his denim covered erection up and down the crease of Kurt's ass.

"I knew it," Blaine groaned into Kurt's chestnut colored hair. "Such a little cock slut."

With that, he promptly spun Kurt around, kissing him hard and grinding their hips together, pressing Kurt against the edge of the pool table. Kurt whimpered into his mouth, reaching down to tug at the hem of Blaine's shirt. Blaine raised his arms so that Kurt could tug it over his head and toss it to the ground. Kurt raked his nails down over Blaine's chest and stomach, leaving behind a trail of red, abusive marks. Blaine gasped at the sensation, moaning breathlessly when Kurt moved his lips to suck at the patch of skin right below Blaine's ear.

"You are so fucking lucky I put lube in one of the drawers behind the bar," Blaine said, his voice ragged.

"Get it," Kurt ordered, shoving Blaine away harshly while he began ridding himself of his cardigan and his undershirt.

Blaine groaned, his eyes not wanting to leave his lover, but he moved behind the bar and swiftly dug through one of the drawers to retrieve the bottle in question before returning to stand in front of a half naked Kurt. He immediately dropped the bottle on the pool table and bent his head down to suck at one of Kurt's nipples, sure to bring it to peak before he bit down harshly. Kurt cried out, twisting his fingers into Blaine's hair. He couldn't decide if he wanted more of that or if he wanted to pull his boyfriend's head away.

His decision was made, however, when Blaine brought his head back up to lick wetly at Kurt's lower lip and his shaky fingers reached between them to undo Kurt's jeans. He slid them, plus Kurt's underwear down over his ass, just as he had done earlier in the laundry room. But when he encountered the top of Kurt's boots on his journey down, he growled in frustration, put one hand around Kurt's ass and the other around his back, and lifted him up to sit on the edge of the pool table. Kurt's hands immediately flew to the pool table top to brace himself as Blaine kissed his way down over Kurt's jaw, down his neck, down his chest, and down his stomach. Kurt's breath was coming in short little gasps when Blaine blew a cool line of air over his stiff cock, but paid no more attention to his plight. Instead, he nipped at the inside of Kurt's thighs and then pulled away completely so that he could pull off Kurt's boots, one by one, and then he slid his socks off.

This was…fucking hot, Kurt decided. The felt of the pool table was rough against his skin and the cool air made him shiver. But Blaine's lips were warm and soft as he kissed at one of Kurt's ankles, and again at his calf, and again at the sensitive skin that was almost right behind his knee. Kurt tossed his head back, allowing himself another moan, but he was caught off guard when Blaine stood back up and kissed his chin.

"I want…" Blaine said quickly before kissing Kurt's lips harshly, dragging his tongue over Kurt's. "I want to try this. Please…"

"T-try what?" Kurt stuttered. Really? New things? Right now? All he wanted was Blaine's cock inside him and he wanted to try something?

"My tongue on you," Blaine whispered against Kurt's wet lips. He nudged Kurt's face to the side so that he could suck at his earlobe and breathe into his ear. "Please, let me…"

Oh fuck, Kurt thought. He wanted…holy shit, Blaine…

"Yes," Kurt ceded, licking at Blaine's cheek. "Do it."

"Fuck," Blaine groaned, "you're so damn hot."

Blaine made his way back down, one hand resting against Kurt's chest and pressing gently. "L-lay down," he urged with a rough voice. "Let me take care of you."

Oh my god, this was like the hottest fucking thing ever, Kurt thought as he settled himself on his back. He had to nudge a couple of balls out of the way, but when he was finally lying down, he glanced down to see Blaine on his knees.

"Lift your legs and put them on the edge," Blaine instructed, kissing the inside of Kurt's thigh again before Kurt did as he was told, his feet planted warily on the edge of the pool table. "Ohmygod," Blaine groaned.

Blaine lifted his hands up to grip at Kurt's spread thighs, caressing them gently, belying the intense lust he was feeling at the moment. He brought his face between Kurt's legs, nuzzling at the junction where Kurt's legs met his hips and then licking at Kurt's balls. Kurt mewled in appreciation above him and then he sucked the sac into his mouth, tonguing gently and moaning around them when he heard the noises Kurt was making at the action. On Kurt's part, he was going in-fucking-sane not having anything to hold onto. He finally reached his arms out to the side so that he could grip at the two opposite edges of the pool table, holding on for dear life.

Blaine released Kurt's balls from his mouth and moved lower, letting a single hot breath ghost over Kurt's entrance.

"Holyfuckingshit," Kurt breathed, his hold on the table tightening even further.

Blaine gave a small laugh at Kurt's reaction and then, somewhat hesitantly, he let his tongue dart out to give an experimental lick at the puckered opening. Kurt shouted and then began babbling nonsense, occasionally muttering the words 'please' and 'again' so Blaine figured he must be doing something right. He did it again, licking slower and harder, and Kurt's hips attempted to press against Blaine's tongue. Kurt's legs were quivering as he repeated the action, so Blaine gripped them tighter. With one more hot breath, he slid his tongue inside, pressing through the ring of muscle.

"FUCK!" Kurt shouted. "Don'tstoppleasedon'tstop," he whimpered.

Well, if this caused Kurt to sound like that, his voice deep and brimming with lust, Blaine figured he'd better listen to his pleas. So he brought his tongue out and pushed in again, swirling it around inside, feeling Kurt's muscles clench around him.

Kurt had never felt something so erotic in his life. Blaine's tongue was wet and warm and oddly gentle and it felt so god damn good. And he kept doing it, over and over, driving Kurt out of his hazy mind. He wished he could have Blaine's soft curls under his fingers and he wished the tabletop wasn't so harsh on his skin but fuck if that mattered because Blaine's tongue was inside him and damn, if he didn't know how to use it. Kurt was crying and moaning and groaning like a wanton whore at this point and he was pretty sure he'd never been as turned on as he was right now. He felt Blaine's tongue slide out of him and lick at him once more before he'd had enough.

"Fuck me," Kurt ground out. "I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me right now, right now, I need you to fuck me."

Blaine could empathize, considering he was so hard that it was physically painful and his jeans were far too tight and far too confining. He stood quickly, nearly in a daze at how aroused he was. When he stood, the sight that greeted him was positively astounding. Kurt was still gripping the edges of the table and Blaine could see the slight, defined muscles in his arms. Kurt's stomach was quivering and his cock was a purplish hue, his lips were parted slightly, his eyes squeezed shut, and a thin sheen of sweat had gathered over his chest.

"NOW," Kurt said again, his patience pretty much nonexistent at this point.

Blaine fumbled with the bottle of lubricant, squeezing some of it onto his fingers before moving them to Kurt's still-wet entrance. He slid three inside at a time, Kurt hissing a little bit in pain but he was fucking himself on those fingers, grinding against them, needing more than they could provide.

"Is that what you need?" Blaine teased, unsure of how he was still able to keep up the innocent act when all he wanted was to bury himself deep inside of Kurt. "You need my cock inside you?"

"Yes," Kurt whined, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes once again. "Blaine, please…please…"

"Fuck," Blaine groaned through clenched teeth, sliding his fingers out and quickly undoing his own jeans, bringing his cock out. He sighed deeply at the relief of pressure against his cock and spread more lubricant on himself. He tossed the bottle on the floor, not giving a single fuck where the thing landed because he needed this and he needed it now. He positioned himself at Kurt's entrance, lifting Kurt's legs and settling them on his shoulders. "Tell me…please, tell me…"

"I want you to fuck me," Kurt indulged him, hands still gripping the edge of the table. "I want your cock inside me."

Blaine kissed the inside of Kurt's knee and then he slid inside, balls deep, with one, slick thrust.

"GOD, Kurt!" Blaine shouted, his arms wrapping around the outside of Kurt's thighs so that he could pull Kurt closer and push himself in side deeper.

Kurt moaned, long and deep, when he was finally full and stretched, Blaine inside of him, thick and wonderful and oh god, he began moving and Kurt was lost. Hell, he wasn't sure if he could remember his fucking name at this point.

"Blaine," he whined loudly because that seemed to be the only word he could remember.

"Fuck, yes," Blaine panted, his face press against Kurt's leg, thrusting harshly. It didn't matter how many times they did this, Kurt was always so fantastically tight and perfect and hot around him. "Kurt, you're so – ah – nngh – fucking hot like this, so…yes, ah!"

Kurt could only groan in response, clenching his muscles around Blaine inside of him. Blaine gave a particularly harsh thrust and it hit just right.

Kurt screamed his pleasure.

It echoed and Blaine screamed Kurt's name and sped up his pace, attempting to hit that spot with every thrust. They were so hot and the room reeked of sex and there was a small pool of pre-come on Kurt's stomach, mixing with his sweat and Blaine seriously hoped Kurt could come without a touch to his cock because there was no way he could reach properly to take hold of him.

"Blaine," Kurt panted, "Blaine, Blaine…Blaine, fuck!" Kurt shouted, his toes curling, his stomach clenching, his muscles aching from gripping the table edge so hard.

"Kurt," Blaine breathed against Kurt's knee. "You taste delicious."

Kurt's eyes went wide and then they squeezed shut again because with that single sentence he was coming, releasing his hands from the table edge because he was coming and he was coming so hard that he nearly doubled over on himself, reaching out blindly towards Blaine. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands, pulling him closer and holy fuck Kurt looked absolutely beautiful and he felt Kurt's muscles pulsing around him while he was buried deep inside and the scent of sex was even heavier but for some reason it was mixed with the scent of cherries and he was lost. He groaned Kurt's name loudly and he came in long, hard spurts inside of his lover, sweat pouring from his forehead and his jeans uncomfortably warm around his hips and his legs and fucking hell he was spent.

Blaine still held Kurt's hands, his knuckles white from how forcefully he held them. Their hearts pounded harshly against their rib cages, their breathing erratic and wheezy. Blaine lifted his heavy head to peer through his lashes at Kurt who was staring back with an oddly shocked expression.

"That was fantastic," Kurt said emphatically, his face stuck in that surprised look. "Oh my god."

"Yeah," Blaine agreed, his breathing still not having returned to normal. "Jesus."

"We have to do that again," Kurt said immediately.

"I'll get right on that," Blaine told him, "once I can think straight."

Kurt laughed, his face flushed and his lips cherry red. Blaine was positive he'd never see cherries the same way again. Kurt released his hold on Blaine's hands and he fell back on the tabletop. Blaine pressed another kiss to the inside of Kurt's knee and slowly pulled out, gently removing Kurt's legs from his shoulders so that they hung over the edge of the pool table.

"Oh god," Kurt said in a state of panic.

"What?" Blaine asked. What could possibly be wrong after that amazing, divine, unbelievably delicious round of sex?

"Does semen stain the felt top on pool tables?" Kurt asked nervously.

Blaine blinked rapidly, looking down at the table in question.

He should probably figure out the answer to that question.