Kurt struggled to remember that he was driving at all. He could hear his dad talking about safe driving in his head, about removing all distractions while he was on the road, and he knew he should get Blaine to keeps his hands to himself, but he couldn’t ask him to stop. He kept trying to breathe deeply to slow his heart, and to stop the shivers that kept rolling up from the base of his spine, but his slow, deliberate breathing sounded more like panting, and it just made things worse. The harder he heard Kurt breathing, the more Blaine had to bite down on his lip, and he knew he should pull his hand away, but he just needed to be touching Kurt. He slid his hand down slowly, until it was resting in the small of Kurt’s back. Kurt suddenly straightened up, breathing in sharply as he felt Blaine’s fingertips skimming the top of his jeans, and his hand so warm and strong on his back…

When they pulled into the driveway, he couldn’t figure out whether he was relieved or disappointed that the ride was over. As soon as he’d switched off the engine, he launched himself at Blaine. He was so angry that he’d taken advantage of the situation, knowing that Kurt had to try and focus and knowing that it would be impossible to focus if he had Blaine’s hands near him, but he was more angry with himself for how much he liked it. He loved being overpowered by such small gestures and movements. He pushed down on the steering wheel, levering himself up from his seat so he could be just above Blaine while he kissed him. He wanted to be in control now. They both breathed in deeply as they pressed against each other, their minds lost in a blur of hands and tongues and lips and skin. Kurt snaked his hand down Blaine’s chest, tracing every button on his shirt and hooking one finger over the top of his trousers. Then, with one last push on his lips, he pulled back. Blaine let out a whimper before he could stop himself.

“Kurt… Is something wrong?”

“Yes. The location. Get out.”

Blaine couldn’t move for a second. He didn’t know how Kurt could possibly just stop like that. He sat, breathless, and watched in disbelief as he calmly pulled the keys out and slid out of the car. He knew this was what he deserved for torturing him the whole ride home. Kurt looked back and said “Well?” with a sly smirk before casually bumping the door shut with his hip, maintaining eye contact, knowing that just that tiny thrust would be torture to him. He started strolling, as if he hadn’t a care in the world, towards the house, and Blaine snapped out of his daze. He fumbled to unbuckle his seat belt and clambered out of the car, trying to angle his pelvis so that Kurt wouldn’t realise just how much this teasing was working. But it was too late. Kurt knew exactly what he was doing. He sauntered up to the front door and skipped inside, leaving the door open for Blaine to follow him helplessly. He never had Kurt down as a tease, but naturally it just made him want him more.

When Kurt heard Blaine walk in, he ran to one of the cupboards in the kitchen and opened it, feigning surprise when he entered the room.

“We should have some dinner. Somehow I’m really in the mood to cook. What better way to spend an evening alone than quietly cooking a meal together? Maybe we could watch a movie- Oh… Blaine-” it was hard to keep this up with a mouth attached to his neck. He reached back, trembling, and pushed his fingers through Blaine’s hair, just as he was slowly sneaking his hands up under his shirt, stroking his flat stomach while he made his way up the back of his neck until he was biting his ear lobe. Kurt gasped as he bit harder than he was expecting. “Blaine!”

Blaine grabbed his waist and spun him around, pushing him roughly against the counter.

“Well, all that talking about food, you just made me hungry.” Kurt’s eyes widened. God, this was so cheesy, so clich�d… But as soon as he opened his mouth to protest, Blaine’s was clamped over it. He closed his eyes. all he could focus on was Blaine: Blaine’s lips against his, Blaine’s tongue delving deeper, unrelenting, into his mouth, Blaine starting to kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck, his chest…

He grabbed Kurt’s ass with both hands, loving how firm in felt in his tight black jeans, and hoisted him up onto the counter, their lips locked again. He resumed his course down his torso, eagerly unbuckling Kurt’s belt as he did so. He kissed his stomach and worked his way down his abdomen, and Kurt exhaled deeply and let his head roll back as Blaine practically swallowed him whole. He didn’t dare open his eyes, in case the slightest change in circumstance would make this feeling stop. He was trembling, shivering, savouring every sensation brushing over his body. He gripped to the edge of the counter with his left hand, his right clinging to the handle of the cupboard he had been teasing Blaine from not five minutes earlier, until he had to move it down into Blaine’s hair, just to check that this was really happening. He relished the feeling of those wet curls wrapping around his fingers, as his sweat loosened the gel and his head started moving faster. His mouth was pulsating around him in time with his own breathing, and the grip on his hips was becoming tighter and tighter, until it was all just too much. His entire body went rigid. His back straightened. He let out a breathy groan as his eyes clenched shut even more tightly. His hips bucked towards Blaine, ever so slightly, and all he could see was a blur of light.

His body gradually relaxed, drooping down as his head rested against the cupboard door and he tried to catch his breath. He’d have fallen off completely if it hadn’t been for Blaine catching him, pressing into him, his clothes disheveled and sweaty, his hair dripping, kissing him slowly, gently, deeply. Kurt wrapped his legs around his waist and his hands around his head, and just held him. Their foreheads and noses were pressed together.

“Blaine, I… I-“

Blaine just nodded. Kurt kissed his temple and pulled him in, feeling the warmth of his chest, the rhythms of their breathing synchronising as they both calmed down. Blaine gently nuzzled into his neck, refusing to let go, holding Kurt up for as long as he needed him to.

“Blaine,” he whispered in his ear.

“Mmmm?” He replied sleepily, pressing soft, light kisses onto his neck.

“Maybe we should go upstairs.”

“Hmmm, sure. Whenever you’re ready.”

“I’m fine. That was… I’m… I’m perfect. You’re perfect. I just hope you’re ready.”

Blained pulled back a little, looking at Kurt, his eyes widening in surprise.

“It’s your turn.”