“We have to do it through here,” his voice rang out over the forecourt. When Blaine looked confused as he walked to the hatch, Kurt pointed at the microphone in front of him. “Everything goes through the hatch after ten.”

Blaine raised his eyebrows, looked at his crotch, then back up at Kurt. He pointed at the speaker below the window and Kurt nodded. He bobbed down slightly to make sure Kurt would hear him.

“Not to brag, but I don’t think it’s gonna fit.”

Kurt smirked.

“Well, it’s a good thing that wasn’t bragging, because it was awful. And you know what I meant. All transactions come- take place… through here.”

“Are you sure you can’t just leave? I don’t want to wait any more. I’ve waited, like, a week. Not that it isn’t just delightful talking to you, but I can’t kiss you through this.”

He gave the glass two gentle taps, letting his finger hover against it. Kurt leaned his elbows on the counter, smiling at the way Blaine’s fingertip went white with the pressure. He lifted his own finger up to join it, both of them pressing together, and when he looked up at Blaine’s face, even prettier surrounded by darkness, he started to think maybe they could kiss through the glass. Maybe Blaine’s eyes were shiny enough to make it evaporate. He was on the verge of flying face first into the window, just on the off chance that he could kiss Blaine immediately, when he heard a smash. They both jumped and turned to see what was going on, leaving their fingers in place on the glass.

A man used the crowbar in his hand to smash through what was left of the door. His face was hidden under a hood, his mouth behind a scarf, and he started to make his way to the counter. Kurt had always assumed that he’d panic if this happened. He’d scream and beg for mercy and hide in a corner until it was all over, but he knew exactly what he was supposed to do. He took a deep breath, quickly pressed the panic button under the register, and raised his hands.

“Okay, sir, would you like to put that down? It’s a tiny store; we have, like, no cash, so just stay calm and-”

The man raised the crowbar. Kurt saw his hands trembling slightly. He’d been told that if anyone threatened him he was to give them what they wanted (‘it’s not worth the risk, sweetheart; just stay safe’), but this man posed no such threat. He was fairly small, especially from Kurt’s point of view, and he had a shaky grip and unruly eyebrows.

“Just, uh, gimme the money. Hand it over.”

Kurt was seconds away from collapsing into giggles at the man’s fingers slipping as he gripped the metal, when there was a blur of red, a shout and a thud. The sort-of criminal fell to the ground, revealing Blaine, eyes wide and breaths short, brandishing a fire extinguisher. They both looked down at the unconscious figure on the floor before looking at each other again.

“Blaine! What did you do?”

“I… saved you?”

“From some idiot trying to steal sixty bucks?”

“He had a crowbar-”

“I already called the police!”

“What?”

“Panic button. Down here.”

Blaine stood up on his toes to try and see where Kurt was pointing. He realised he may have been slightly dramatic.

“Fuck.”

“I can’t believe you hit him-”

“Fuck-”

“Blaine, you, you-”

Blaine realised he was still wielding the fire extinguisher over his head. It could have been the lighting, or the angle, or the adrenaline in Kurt’s veins, but the extinguisher seemed almost as big as Blaine, and Kurt darted out from behind the counter to help him lower it to the ground, automatically holding onto his arms.

“Fuck-”

“Your, uh, your arms are, um-”

Kurt was distracted by Blaine’s biceps as they flexed under his shirt and the quick movement of his chest as he got his breath back and the adorable look of concern and confusion on his face. Combined, they made him forget about the man on the floor.

“What?”

Kurt grabbed Blaine’s face and kissed him, clumsily pushing him into the shelves behind him and knocking the extinguisher over. Blaine barely had a chance to hold onto his waist, forgetting that his lip was supposed to be hurt. He heard things falling off the shelf behind him: candy bars, bags of chips, a bottle of coke that burst open and sprayed the floor. He made a muffled sound of apology but Kurt ignored it, eagerly pressing their lips together and tugging at Blaine’s shirt. Blaine’s protest became a gasp and, remembering the effect it had had the other night, he pushed back and started kissing Kurt’s neck. They lost their balance, stepping over the heap of food and person on the tiles and spinning into another aisle. Kurt groaned as Blaine sucked on the soft skin below his ear and was happy to be pushed against another shelf, sending yet more supplies cascading to the ground.

“Blaine- wait- stop- wine!”

Blaine laughed, sending a shiver vibrating over Kurt’s skin.

“Mmm, good idea. Red or white?”

Kurt tried to steer them in another direction, but it simply made them pirouette directly into the wine section.

“No, Blaine, behind you!”

There was an ear-splitting crash as what seemed like dozens of bottles (but was really only three) shattered on the floor.

“Oh, shit-”

Kurt knew he should have been annoyed at Blaine or himself or worried about his job, but the whole thing suddenly seemed hilarious. He heard a noise that sounded like the wicked witch of the west cackling, echoing through the store, before he realised it was coming from his own mouth. Blaine was dissolving into laughter, his head resting on Kurt’s shoulder as they both leaned against the now almost empty shelf. He reached back to grab a bottle of red.

“I guess one more can’t hurt, right?”

Blaine smirked at him, taking the bottle and unscrewing it. He took a glug and offered it to Kurt.

“Sir?”

Kurt fanned himself to try and cool off, before laying his hand on his chest and pretending to swoon, shoulders raised and eyelashes fluttering.

“Sir! You remembered! Well, you sure know how to make a boy feel special!”

Blaine did a little bow to demonstrate how gentlemanly he could be, but one glance at the ground reminded him just how much of a mess they’d already made. He started laughing so hard he almost fell over, and had to take Kurt’s hand to steady himself. Kurt took a gulp of wine, struggling to swallow around his laughter, before yanking on Blaine’s hand to pull him in for another kiss. When they parted, Blaine’s eyes stayed closed as he savoured the taste of cheap wine and delicious boy.

“Should we try and clean up?”

“Probably. That damn thief’s made such a mess.”

“Scourge of society.”

“Sickening. C’mon.”

Bottle still in his hand, he silently thanked his boss for delaying the CCTV installation and dragged Blaine into the back room. He quickly filled the mop bucket with hot water and handed Blaine the bottle. He grabbed the broom and mumbled something about sweeping up the glass before Blaine pounced on him again, planting wet kisses along his jaw.

“No, Blaine, you-” Kurt tried to stop him between gasps.

“We can do it later, it’s fi-”

Blaine didn’t realise that Kurt was in fact, rather than desperate to clean, warning him about the bucket of hot water that he was about to step into, which happened to be on wheels. It was incredibly useful for cleaning up spillages in the store; not ideal in the throes of passion. Kurt tried to grip onto Blaine’s shirt as he went flying, arms flailing, foot soaked and hot, into the wall. The bucket immediately skidded out from beneath him, covering the floor in soapy water and sending Blaine to the ground with a thud. He sat in the puddle, slumped against the wall, gasping for breath between laughs.

“I tried to tell you!” Kurt giggled, rushing to help him up. “Are you okay? Here, let me-”

Kurt hauled him to his feet, both of them slipping slightly in the suds. They finally stood facing each other, and their eyes locked for a second before they both burst out laughing. They smiled into more kisses, short and giggly and breathless.

“We can’t seem to get this right,” Blaine took a swig from the bottle he’d miraculously held onto, even though half of the contents had spilled out and were bleeding into the water. “I’d say something about getting out of these wet clothes, but I don’t wanna break anything else.” He rested his forehead against Kurt’s, giving him another kiss before leaning against the wall with a deep sigh. He winced at the contact. “Ah! Jesus, I’d forgotten about that.”

Kurt frowned.

“What?”

Blaine looked sheepish as he peeled off his shirt, the only piece of clothing on him that wasn’t soaked, revealing a very red back and shoulders.

“Don’t laugh…”

It was too late. Kurt’s hysterics continued.

“I knew it! I knew you were gonna burn-”

“And I knew you’d be an asshole about it-”

Kurt slapped his shoulder without thinking, making Blaine gasp somewhere between pain and laughter.

“Oh-my-god-I’m-so-sorry-”

“OW! I thought you were supposed to be first aid trained!”

“I’m sorry, but you, I – look at you!” Blaine glanced down at himself then back up at Kurt with a grin. “You’ve got a fucked up hand, a fat lip, sunburn and your skin must be scalding from all this water. You should be in hospital or something.”

“Can’t you kiss it better?”

“Really, Blaine? You want to risk doing more damage?” Blaine’s eyebrow quirked, a blatant yes please, and Kurt rolled his eyes. “Come on; we’ve got something in the store.” He took Blaine’s hand again, walking him out of the stock room, flinching every time he almost lost his balance. Blaine clutched at the half-full (he was that kind of guy) bottle of wine as Kurt sat him behind the counter where he was less likely to hurt himself. Kurt paused, cupping Blaine’s jaw, stroking his cheek with his thumb and kissing his hair, before disappearing down one of the few aisles that didn’t look like a bomb had hit it. Blaine smiled to himself, glugging from the bottle happily as he surveyed what he could see of the mess they’d made. He felt bad, but at least it showed mutual enthusiasm.

Kurt reappeared, carrying a box of chocolates and waving a tube of cream at him.

“Aloe Vera. For your back.”

Kurt marched over, determined not to let Blaine distract him again, and spun him around on the stool before he could protest.

“Have I mentioned that I really love backrubs?”

Kurt giggled.

“Well, look at us bonding. I’m learning new things about you every day.”

Blaine sucked in a breath as Kurt started rubbing the cool lotion in circles on his shoulders. He only used two fingers at first, working up to long, smooth strokes with his palms, up and down and across his back. He realised his mind was wandering somewhere inappropriate (but they’d probably crossed that bridge a while ago) and tried to ignore the stirrings in his stomach as Kurt’s hands expertly soothed his skin. They were still so soft, so gentle, so loving, that Blaine was struggling not to melt into a puddle as big as the one he’d left out the back.

“So… what else have you learned about me?”

Kurt’s hands slowed down, circling the bumps of his spine. He’d covered all the burnt skin, but it was nice just touching Blaine, feeling the muscles shifting slightly under the skin, exploring the ridges of his shoulder blades. He started to massage the small of Blaine’s back, smiling as he edged further south than he needed to and Blaine straightened up abruptly with a poorly-concealed gasp.

“Well, you’re incredibly sensitive for a start.”

Blaine blushed and smiled.

“That doesn’t count; that’s just you. What else?”

He tried to turn to face Kurt, but his head was held still.

“Not yet, I’m not done. Okay… you’re the most accident-prone person I’ve ever met. But a pretty good kisser.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Let me think… you’re cocky.”

“I’d say it was justified-”

“And in doing so you’d prove me right. But you’re also funny. And sweeter than you think you are - and loyal, I guess. Even to people you barely know.”

Kurt’s hand left Blaine’s skin, letting him turn to see him sitting on the next stool, smiling as he plucked a chocolate from the box. Blaine opened his mouth automatically, and Kurt placed it on his tongue, letting it melt until the caramel swirled over his palate, sticking in the back of his throat. He took another sip of wine to wash it down.

“I don’t know if getting my ass kicked makes me that loyal. And I think I know you pretty well.”

Kurt tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Enlighten me.”

He handed Blaine the box of chocolates, opening his mouth expectantly.

“Okay,” he popped a caramel into Kurt’s mouth slowly, smiling when he felt Kurt’s lips wrap around his fingers if only for a second. “You’re beautiful. But anyone who sees you knows that.”

Kurt shrugged, his mouth too full of goo to argue.

“Mmm.”

“You have soft hands. You’re compassionate. You’re a lot funnier than I am, and so smart, and good with children. You like looking after people, even when they seem determined to hurt themselves.” Kurt had to cover his mouth so he didn’t spit the chocolate out when he laughed. “Your laugh is… nice. Really nice. It makes me forget what I’m doing. What was I doing?”

Kurt took the bottle from him to wash the caramel down.

“Telling me how great I am.”

“You’re great.”

“Mm-hmm. Want another one?”

He nodded to the box of chocolates, and Blaine shook his head. Kurt smiled, dropping the box on the side and resting his hands on Blaine’s thighs, and kissed him again, their tongues sliding together and tasting traces of chocolate and wine. Kurt stood, pulling Blaine up with him, gently stroking the sore skin on his back then grabbing at his hips to pull them closer to his own. They stopped being hasty and desperate (and disastrous) and felt a calm wash over them, and Kurt turned his back to the counter. Blaine instinctively lifted him onto it, their lips still connected, and started to pull at the green synthetic fabric of his shirt.

“I’m tired of being the only shirtless one around here,” Blaine whispered into his mouth and Kurt nodded, pulling the polo over his head and letting it fall to the floor over the counter. They forgot about the state of the shop and Blaine’s various injuries and the incident on Friday and the accusations against Kurt, and felt nothing but each other. Kurt gasped as Blaine sucked into the hollow of his collarbone and resisted the urge to claw at his back, although Blaine wouldn’t have cared if he did. Blaine’s teeth dragged against his collarbone and between every kiss placed on Kurt’s chest he pressed another one to his lips. Kurt’s vision started to blur as Blaine’s tongue traced across his skin, circling his nipple and gradually reaching further and further down. A tremor rolled over his body when it dipped into his belly button for a second, and he felt Blaine undoing his jeans clumsily as he nuzzled against his stomach, nosing at the fold of skin over the fabric. It wasn’t much, just enough to be soft and pliant and ticklish. When Blaine kissed it, Kurt let out something between a giggle and a whine, biting his lip and tangling his fingers into Blaine’s hair. Blaine moved back up to Kurt’s face as he pulled the black denim away along with his briefs. He stayed focused on Kurt’s expression as his hand roamed over his cock, drinking in the sparkle in his eyes and the gasp from the back of his throat.

He kissed him again, squeezing his waist with one hand as the other started stroking him slowly. Ten minutes ago he would have been quick and rough, but they’d given themselves time to slow down and he had a chance to take Kurt apart carefully and deliberately. He could feel fingernails digging into his scalp and it only made him more eager, knowing that Kurt was losing control because of him. He finally let his mouth join his hands as he worked over Kurt’s erection, enjoying his convulsions at the slightest contact.

“Blaine, just, god-”

Blaine’s kisses slowed down to short bursts, the closest he could come to letting Kurt talk.

“Wh- what is it, baby?”

Kurt held onto Blaine for another real kiss, slow and lingering despite his loss of breath. He nodded at the bottom shelf behind Blaine, underneath the painkillers and cough syrup. Blaine glanced at the condoms and lube and without even a hint of a smirk, nodded and kissed Kurt again before turning away to grab supplies. Kurt used the opportunity to kick his shoes off and wriggle awkwardly until what was left of his uniform was on the floor. Blaine almost fell over stepping out of his shoes.

Even the momentary loss of the heat between his legs and the lips against his was enough to make Kurt whine, and as soon as Blaine was back in his arms, he was grabbing at him almost blindly. His hands skated over his hips, chest, waist, until they were pulling at his jeans. Blaine was more than willing to help, and he groaned with relief when the material was tugged away from his already restless cock. He could only maintain an air of control to a certain extent, where a more primal need took over. He did an awkward shimmy and shuffled until his jeans and boxers dropped to the floor, and he kicked them aside.

Blaine shuddered as whispers of ‘need it’ and ‘want you’ fell from Kurt’s lips between gasps that were empty syllables and obscenities. He could barely concentrate long enough to prep Kurt, coating his fingers with too much lube and fucking him with them, roughly and clumsily. Kurt was too desperate to care, arching into Blaine, slumping on his shoulder as he felt a mouth on him and fingers inside him and skin against his. The more he moaned, the faster Blaine’s movements became and the more he groaned back until Kurt couldn’t wait another second.

“No,” Blaine shook his head, “I don’t wanna hurt you, I, almost-”

“Blaine,” Kurt took Blaine’s face in his hands and kissed him again, “I’m gonna explode if you don’t fuck me. Right here. Please.”

Blaine nodded, helpless, and managed to roll the condom on without disentangling himself from Kurt’s legs. As he lined himself up, one hand on the small of Kurt’s back, for his own balance as much as Kurt’s comfort, Kurt reached down to grab his ass, pulling him up so that he couldn’t help pushing inside him, quicker and harder than he meant to. Blaine’s instinct was to pull away, terrified of hurting Kurt, but on hearing the loud, uninhibited groans coming from the back of Kurt’s throat, he found his hips snapping forward, regardless of his more chivalrous intentions.

Kurt kissed gently along Blaine’s shoulder while digging his fingers hard into the fleshy swell of his ass, squeezing in time with his thrusts, pulling him as close as possible so that he was filled, completely, over and over. He kept kissing Blaine, his tongue mirroring the thrusts he could feel, until Blaine’s cock bumped against his prostate, sending such a shiver through him that he found his body flattening on the counter. He lifted his legs up, resting his ankles on Blaine’s shoulders while Blaine held onto his thighs, their skin slapping together with each thrust.

His fingertips whitened as he gripped onto the edge of the counter, his other hand wandering aimlessly through his hair and down his chest. He absent-mindedly started stroking himself, and Blaine watched in awe as he writhed in front of him, forehead glistening, eyes rolling back into his head. His legs had fallen from Blaine’s shoulders and were splayed out to the sides, pushing his cheeks together, tightening the muscles around Blaine’s cock. Blaine had to hold himself inside Kurt, fingers digging into his hips, dropping his head to press kisses to Kurt’s thighs, pale and soft and spreading easily as he pushed them apart. Kurt was so completely exposed, his expression so wanton that Blaine had to hold still just to take him all in.

Kurt whined and ground his hips down, desperate for more friction. Blaine snapped back into focus, pushing slowly into Kurt once before fucking him with more force and a new hunger. His fingers curled tighter into Kurt’s hips, as his arms supported Kurt’s legs. Kurt was lifted almost completely off the counter with every push of Blaine’s hips, and he grabbed Blaine’s arm, trying to pull him even closer. Blaine understood Kurt’s groans of ‘uh’ and shifted so that he could wrap one arm around Kurt’s waist and the other around his thigh. He pulled him up so they were face to face again and kissed him clumsily as he felt legs coil around him, heels digging into his ass. He lifted Kurt away from the counter completely, somehow supporting him despite the trembling in his thighs. He turned around, still kissing Kurt when he pushed him into the wall behind him. Kurt clung to a shelf, gasping as his cock slid against Blaine’s stomach in time with his thrusts, which were getting more and more erratic. Blaine growled against Kurt’s jaw and kissed his neck, sending a spasm rolling over his body.

“Oh, fuck, Blaine… uh, god…”

Kurt lowered one foot to a stool so he could reach around to grip onto Blaine’s ass, kneading into it, feeling the muscles contract under his fingers as Blaine kept fucking into him. Kurt’s soft, strong hands kept squeezing his cheeks, and as he slid one finger between them to circle his entrance, Blaine breathed out a new kind of groan, deep and broken. He gasped and Kurt slid his finger in, only lubricated with sweat, and with another kiss and a noisy, animalistic groan he came, pushing into Kurt a final time as he filled the condom. As Blaine’s grip tightened on his thigh and his muscles clenched around his finger, the noise coming from his throat was enough to send Kurt over the edge as it rolled over his skin.

Kurt’s hand held Blaine still inside him, stroking over his ass and his back in circles, easing him through his orgasm. They kept kissing, even as Blaine’s grip faltered and his legs started to buckle underneath him and all he could do was slump against Kurt, gasping for breath and clinging desperately to his waist. Just as Kurt planted two shaky feet on the ground, cupping Blaine’s face and kissing him again as he came down, swallowing the hiss that escaped his lips as his cock slipped out, there was another sudden burst of action.

Before Blaine had even tied off the condom, they heard a shout of “STOP! POLICE!” and three officers stormed in through the broken window, brandishing batons and quickly surveying the situation before grinding to a halt. They were experienced, but they’d never seen anything quite like this.

The shop was a disaster. There was a figure on the floor, a green polo shirt covering his head, surrounded by chocolate bars and bags of chips; another aisle was flooded with wine and sprinkled with shards of glass and a bigger puddle was oozing into the shop from the stock room. The most surprising sight, however, was the pair of naked boys behind the counter, red and sweating and giggling helplessly. They tried to regain their composure, making a half-assed attempt to cover themselves up, but they were too weak and exhausted and delirious. Even with the police in the store, they couldn’t stay away from each other, sneaking small, secretive touches to waists and hips and hands, and every time they tried to explain what had happened they simply burst out laughing again.

There was a groan from the floor and the lump began to stir. He moved Kurt’s shirt off his head, an expression of the purest confusion on his face. He looked from the police officers to the discarded fire extinguisher to the two boys and tried to piece together what had happened.

“I… I think I was having a sex dream?”

Kurt giggled even more, almost collapsing onto Blaine, burying his face in his shoulder. Blaine kissed his earlobe and wrapped an arm around his waist.

“I think I was, too. We should probably get dressed.”