The party continues but Kurt and Blaine are sure to stand on opposite sides of the room for the rest of the night, incurring a few strange looks from their fellow Warblers.

I wanna fuck you.

Kurt can’t get the phrase out of his head. He can’t stop those words from echoing in his fuzzy, drunk mind.

I wanna fuck you.

He taps his foot impatiently as he leans against one of the sofas that have been pushed against the walls.

I wanna fuck you.

Blaine’s eyes meet his from across the room.

Kurt has never wanted someone’s dick inside him as much as he does at this very fucking moment. He briefly entertains the idea of stumbling drunkenly to Brandon’s room but he knows he can’t do that because he doesn’t want Brandon. He doesn’t want him, he doesn’t, he wants Blaine. He wants Blaine to fuck him so hard that he can’t walk the next day, he wants to come screaming Blaine’s name, he wants it so god damn much.

He can’t do this anymore.

Kurt stands quickly, avoiding Blaine’s gaze as he apologizes to everyone else for leaving early.

“No, it’s just been a long day,” Kurt mutters before making a hasty departure, sure to finish off the last bit of his final drink.

The world shifts a little as he walks through the corridors and makes his way outside and heads towards the dormitory. The cold night air cools his flushed face, warm from alcohol consumption and severe sexual frustration.

What the hell had he been thinking, dancing with Blaine like that? Talk about inappropriate, god damn. Yeah sure, Kurt, go to the party. Go to the party where you know your boyfriend won’t be and dance with the boy who has recently invaded every fucking fantasy you’ve had. Sure, sure, grind against another boy’s dick, let him grab your ass, no big deal.

WRONG. Fucking WRONG.

Ugh. Kurt’s disgusted with himself as he enters the dormitory and climbs the stairs to his dorm room. His fingers are clumsy when he fishes his keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door, nearly falling inside. He stumbles around the room drunkenly, hoping he finds his desk soon so he can flip on a light that isn’t as bright as the overhead light fixture. When his fingers finally flick the desk lamp on, he sighs and slumps onto his bed.

Maybe he could fall asleep before Blaine comes home.

The door opens slowly.

Oh, how nice.

“Hey,” Blaine says softly when he walks – er – trips inside.

“Hi.”

Blaine locks the door behind him.

“I’m drunk,” Blaine states, seating himself on the edge of his bed.

“Me too.”

“I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have said that earlier.”

“Probably not.”

“I couldn’t help it.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

“No it’s not,” Blaine says, slurring slightly. “I shouldn’t wanna fuck you. I should wanna fuck Thomas. ‘Cause he’s my boyfriend.”

“And I should only wanna fuck Brandon.”

“ ‘Cause he’s your boyfriend.”

“Yup.”

“And I’m not.”

“Basically.”

Kurt stares intently, vision not quite perfect. Blaine’s slouched, shoulders limp with his head down as guilt eats away at his drunken conscience. It isn’t really fair, Kurt thinks, that Blaine should beat himself up over this considering all the vulgar thoughts Kurt had been having about him recently.

“I want you too,” Kurt admits into the silence of their room. “Wanted you for weeks, actually.”

“…What?” Blaine asks, meeting Kurt’s eyes.

Kurt nods slowly. “Yeah,” he snorts. “Some boyfriend I am.”

“So what do we do?”

“What d’you mean?”

“Well we both – we both want it. So I think we only really have two options.”

“And those would be…?” Kurt wonders.

“Uh, well, either we fuck each other and get it over with. Or we don’t and ignore it and hope we stop wanting each other.”

“If we fucked, it’d be cheating.”

“Yeah. It would.”

“So the obvious, moral thing to do would be to…ignore it,” Kurt concludes.

“Yeah.”

Their eyes are locked, tension filling the air around them, squeezing in, suffocating.

There’s a very, very long moment of silence.

“Fuck it,” Blaine growls.

They both stand, meeting somewhere in the middle of the room. Their lips crash together in a fierce, long-awaited kiss. Passion sizzles between them as tongues duel for dominance and hands claw at each other’s clothing. Kurt moans in relief when Blaine grabs his ass again, the same way he had done when they were dancing and his hips thrust against Blaine’s instinctively.

“Jesus, you feel so good,” Blaine breathes against Kurt’s wet lips.

“Skin, I wanna feel your skin,” Kurt whines.

Blaine complies and tugs his shirt off in a flash. Kurt’s fingers tremble as he tries to unbutton his own shirt, but Blaine recognizes his plight and helps. Finally, oh finally, their chests are pressed together. Blaine’s skin is so warm and the bit of hair on his chest tickles, his calloused fingers tracing a fiery path over Kurt’s exposed shoulders.

“Want you,” Kurt pleads. “God, I need it, I need you.”

“Yes,” Blaine hisses as he kisses over Kurt’s collarbone. “Fuck, yes.”

They part mutually to rid themselves of their shoes, socks, jeans, and underwear.

“Let me suck you,” Kurt says, pressing Blaine back down on his bed.

“Yes, suck me. God, anything, anything you want.”

Kurt moans when Blaine spreads his legs. He looks hot as fuck like this, on his back, willing and beautiful, letting Kurt take whatever he wants. Kurt runs his hands down Blaine’s thighs, reveling in the sound of Blaine’s soft sigh. He leans down and licks, long and hard at Blaine’s dick.

“Oh my god,” Blaine groans above him. “Please, please.”

Kurt takes pity on him and swallows Blaine whole.

“Kurt, Jesus fucking Christ!”

Blaine’s hands fly to Kurt’s hair as Kurt works him with his mouth, sucking and tonguing the head of his dick. He sucks like he’ll never get another taste because he knows he probably won’t, knows he’ll never get this chance again. He sucks for all he’s worth, fingernails clawing at Blaine’s thigh before slipping his hand down below Blaine’s balls, brushing his thumb over Blaine’s entrance.

“Oh god yes, finger me. Do it, please, fuck,” Blaine breathes.

Without a second thought, Kurt lets Blaine’s dick slip from between his lips and rushes over to one of his desk drawers. He pulls out a bottle of lube and god knows how many condoms before stumbling back over to Blaine’s bed.

“Move,” Kurt insists, urging Blaine to lay long-ways on the bed.

Blaine scrambles obediently to lay properly on his bed while Kurt slicks up his fingers with lube.

“Hurry, Kurt, please,” Blaine begs when Kurt situates himself on the bed between his legs.

As gently as possible, Kurt slides one finger into Blaine’s ass, easing it in and almost moaning when he feels how tight Blaine is around him.

“More, more,” Blaine cries, clenching around Kurt’s finger and Kurt can’t help but oblige when Blaine begs so prettily.

He works a second finger inside and Blaine writhes on the bed, panting harshly and mumbling under his breath. Kurt stretches him and good god, he can feel Blaine’s pulse here. He presses another finger inside and then drags all three out and slips them back in together. As he thrust his fingers, his mouth returns to Blaine’s dick, causing Blaine to emit the most erotic fucking noise he’s ever heard in his life.

“Fuck me,” Blaine says. “I need you to fuck me.”

Kurt stops sucking and turns his head up to look at Blaine. “Thought you wanted to fuck me.”

“I do, I do, but I want you to fuck me first.”

“You sure?”

“I’m fucking positive.”

That’s when Kurt remembers that they’re both drunk as hell so it’s probably going to take forever for either of them to come. He rips open a condom and rolls it on, settling his hips between Blaine’s thighs.

“Give me your pillow,” Kurt orders.

Blaine pulls the pillow out from under his head and lifts his hips. Kurt shoves it under his ass and grips his dick with one hand while he uses his other arm to brace himself over Blaine’s naked body. He guides himself to Blaine’s entrance and presses hard, breaching the tight ring of muscle.

“Oh god,” Blaine whispers, curling in on himself, forehead bumping into Kurt’s chin. “Go slow, I haven’t bottomed in a while.”

Kurt nods quickly and plants a kiss to Blaine’s forehead. He eases himself inside with slow, shallow thrusts. Blaine pants heavily beneath him and Kurt settles on both of his elbows. He kisses Blaine hard as he continues to move, inching deeper and deeper into Blaine’s ass. When he’s finally balls deep, he lets his head fall into the crook of Blaine’s neck.

“Shit, Blaine,” Kurt groans. “Feels like I’m fucking a virgin.”

“Kurt, please,” Blaine whimpers, legs locking around Kurt’s waist. “Please.”

With no more hesitation, Kurt slams into Blaine. Blaine cries out, fingers digging into Kurt’s shoulders. He pulls out slowly, feeling the drag around his dick and then shoves back in. He wants to cry at how perfect Blaine feels around him but instead he picks up the pace and crashes his lips to Blaine’s once more. The dark headed beauty below him whines into the kiss and then he moans when his dick brushes against Kurt’s stomach.

“Put,” Blaine swallows to wet his throat, “put the condom on me while you fuck me.”

Oh sweet holy Mary, mother of god, Kurt thinks. He might just die before he gets the chance to come. He reaches above Blaine’s head and grapples for another condom, tearing the little foil wrapper open with his teeth as he continues to thrust. He tosses it aside and pinches the end, rolling it down onto Blaine’s dick. Once he’s finished, Blaine finds the bottle of lube and pours some onto Kurt’s fingers.

“Stretch yourself for me,” Blaine says.

Kurt thrusts into Blaine hard when he hears those words but he reaches around behind him and slides his slick fingers between his cheeks. He presses two fingers inside himself at once, eager and impatient. Every time he presses a finger inside, he thrusts forward and Blaine’s eyes are glossy, lost in some kind of haze at the sight of Kurt fucking him while simultaneous finger fucking himself.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Blaine breathes.

Head lolling back, Kurt pushes another finger inside, stretching himself hastily. He can’t wait, he can’t fucking wait. He’s been dreaming of this for weeks now and while fucking Blaine is fantastic, he needs to be fucked by Blaine.

He thrusts inside Blaine once more, harsh and unforgiving, and then he pulls out. Blaine moans at the loss.

Kurt crawls off of Blaine, tugs the condom off his dick and turns around, braced on his hands and knees.

“Fuck me, fuck me now,” he groans.

“Oh my god,” Blaine says and then he grabs Kurt’s hips with rough hands and pulls his ass towards his own hips as he scrambles to his knees.

He pushes in hard and tears spring to Kurt’s eyes when he’s finally, fucking finally got Blaine’s dick completely inside him.

“Perfect,” Blaine whispers, crouching over Kurt and pressing wet kisses along his spine. “You’re perfect, oh my god.”

He pulls out and thrusts inside, building a rhythm easily even though they’re both drunk and uncoordinated. They’re sweaty and shaking and Kurt presses his face into the bed where it smells like Blaine and cloves and sex. His knees are aching, his ass is burning and Blaine’s fingers are going to leave bruises on him, he just knows it.

“Get on your stomach,” Blaine pants, shoving himself in deep.

Kurt whimpers but he does so and oh good god, his dick rubs against the bed and Blaine covers him with his solid, warm body. Kurt spreads his legs more and arches back into Blaine’s thrusts, willing him to fuck him harder.

“Blaine, Blaine,” Kurt cries, tears welling in his eyes because he needs to come so bad it hurts.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Blaine says softly against his shoulder.

And then he fucks him hard, he fucks him with long, quick, perfect strokes. The dark hair on Blaine’s stomach scratches at Kurt’s ass and his lower back with every thrust. His dick rubs against Blaine’s blanket, oh fuck, right there, yeah.

“Don’t stop, please, please don’t stop,” Kurt pleads, fingers shaking and clawing at Blaine’s blanket.

“Never, fuck, never,” Blaine promises.

His thrusts become frantic and Kurt just takes it, willing Blaine deeper, wordlessly begging to be fucked harder. Nothing has ever felt so right, so real, so raw, so fucking good and his stomach tightens, his balls draw up and fuck, fuck, fuck.

Kurt comes with a shout of Blaine’s name, squeezing around Blaine’s dick. He soaks the blanket and his own stomach, rocking into his own come as Blaine continues to fuck him harder and harder and –

“Kurt, ohmygod,” Blaine cries loudly, hips stuttering as he finally follows and goes limp atop Kurt.

Holy.

Shit.

Blaine groans, muscles aching and completely out of breath as he rolls off Kurt and onto the bed against the wall. Kurt turns his head to face him. They’re both still panting. Blaine drags a trembling hand up Kurt’s back, up his sweaty neck to finally twine into his hair.

“You’re fantastic,” Blaine says softly, leaning over to place a gentle kiss to Kurt’s lips.

“So’re you,” Kurt replies sleepily.

They silently shuffle closer and Kurt nuzzles his face into Blaine’s chest as Blaine wraps his arm around Kurt’s back.

Cuddling really shouldn’t be permitted in a situation like this. At least, Kurt thinks it probably isn’t proper cheating etiquette.

Because that’s what he is. He’s a cheater.

He tenses.

“We won’t tell them,” Blaine says immediately. “We won’t tell anyone. Okay?”

“Okay,” Kurt agrees readily.

“But…you can sleep in my bed tonight. If you want.”

Kurt nods and they throw the soiled blanket off onto the floor before crawling under the sheet, sharing the not-so-gross side of Blaine’s pillow. Blaine drapes his arm around Kurt’s waist and Kurt snuggles closer.

“Just for tonight,” Kurt whispers, eyes heavy, body sated.

Blaine kisses the back of his neck. “Just for tonight,” he echoes.

Yes, Kurt would let himself be Blaine’s little spoon for tonight.

Just for tonight.