Chapter 38

"Seriously? Guys night again?" Kurt whined, hiding his face in Blaine's stomach. Blaine chuckled and ran a hand through Kurt's hair. Sebastian and Nick laughed, piling onto the couch. Sam and Jeff plopped onto the floor respectively, while Puck sat on Sebastian's lap, grinning up at him.

"Oh no you don't." Blaine chuckled when Kurt tried to squirm away from him. "Come on, you can pick what we do. Anything you want." He offered. Kurt looked up at him suggestively and Blaine laughed. "Somehow I doubt you actually mean that."

"You never know." Kurt chuckled back. "Pirates of the Caribbean marathon?" he offered a few seconds later. Blaine quirked an eyebrow. "What? Johnny Depp is hot, as are pirates." he shrugged. Everyone around them laughed but Blaine shook his head and found the first of the series on Netflix.

"Thank you!" Kurt chirped, resettling himself so he could see the flat screen more comfortably.

"Damn, I thought guys night would get more interesting when we got subs." Sebastian grumbled playfully, biting at Puck's neck absentmindedly.

"What were you expecting? Monthly orgies?" Nick asked rhetorically

"Hell yes!" Sebastian, Puck and Sam all said at the same time. They all glanced at each other before laughing.

"Well I don't know about monthly…" Kurt mumbled. All eyes turned to his and he blushed, turning back to the screen. Blaine pulled him up to sit straight and kissed his ear softly.

"Personally I think it'd be hot." He murmured softly enough that Kurt could hear him but no one else. "Watching you get filled up until you couldn't take any more." Kurt shivered and leaned into Blaine further, legs curling up beneath him.

"I am not having this conversation right now," He mumbled back. "between you and Johnny, I can't think straight!" He chuckled weakly.

"Well, that's just the perfect time to have it!" Blaine teased. Kurt smacked him.

*break*

So apparently you're a push over – K

How so? And says who? – B

Sam. And it's because I've been calling you Blaine instead of Master for like a week and haven't gotten in trouble :D – K

That's because I found out how delicious my name sounds on your lips ;) – B

Tell you what, you can call me Blaine around our friends and at home, but when we're in a scene or in public you address me as Master. Fair? – B

Sounds fair to me :p see you at practice after class? – K

Wouldn't miss it :) – B

"Texting your pussy boyfriend again?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and ignored Jace's smooth voice behind him. A little ball of paper hit him in the back of the head and he hissed 'Kurt.' Kurt ground his teeth and closed his eyes, but didn't respond. Warm fingers danced on his skin between his neck and collar. Kurt snapped around and grabbed Jace's wrist, twisting it away from him.

"If you ever touch me again I will tear your fucking hand off and feed it to the dogs." He snarled before pretty much throwing his arm away and stalking out of the classroom.

Clearly Sam, who sat just a few seats away, had texted Blaine, because the brunette slammed into his chest before he realized it. Without thinking he grabbed Blaine by the arm and yanked him into the practice room, pulling him down to his level and kissing him fiercely.

"Angry sex is supposed to be good, right?" he asked, panting as he pulled away and smirked. Blaine grinned back evilly and pushed him into the back of one of the couches, kissing him firmly again. Kurt bucked his hips up against him and groaned into his mouth at the delicious friction. They ground together for a few minutes before Kurt threw his head back and whined.

"Just fuck me already!" he growled, wrapping his legs around Blaine's waist and pulling him closer. Blaine fumbled for a few seconds before yanking Kurt's pants down to his ankles, his own following soon after. His eyes widened when he saw the black plug protruding slightly from Kurt's hole.

"What have we here?" Blaine teased, pulling the toy out ever so slightly before pushing it back in, making Kurt whine again.

"Wanted to surprise you after school, but that's kinda spoiled now." Kurt laughed a little before it turned into a moan as the plug left him.

Blaine wrestled one of Kurt's shoes off and unhooked his pants so they hung from one ankle before pulling Kurt's thigh against his chest. He pushed into him slowly, grunting at the tightness as Kurt whimpered beneath him. When he was fully seated inside him, he let his chin drop against his chest and groaned. Kurt squirmed beneath him.

"Fuck me, please. Blaine, Master, please, I need it!" he practically sobbed, trying to push his hips to gain friction.

"You're mine Kurt." Blaine growled, leaning down to rest his forehead on Kurt's. "Mine and only mine."

"Yours." Kurt whimpered, still bucking against him insistently. Blaine pulled out slowly until he was barely inside, and Kurt dug in his heels, forcing him back into him and growling. They got into a rhythm, Blaine pulling out agonizingly slow, a teasing smirk on his face as he tortured Kurt, before the squirming brunette would force him back in, screaming.

Sam, Sebastian, Puck, Jeff, Nick, Wes, Thad, David, and the rest of the Warblers were converging down the hall, the rest of the student body parting for them like the Red Sea, all laughing and talking loudly like the rest of the school was at this glorious hour of freedom. They threw open the doors to their home away from home and froze. Nearly everyone spun around and looked away instantly, while Puck and Sebastian just grinned, shaking their heads.

Kurt's hips balanced on the edge of the couch, his whole upper body relaxed and splayed out on the cushions. He looked completely blissed out as Blaine thrust into him rapidly, a hand matching the pace of his hips on Kurt's dick. Wes cleared his throat loudly and the two froze. Kurt instantly covered his face with his hands and started mumbling 'I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life' over and over again.

Blaine on the other hand, started laughing like an idiot, clutching his stomach and falling on his ass. The movement pulled him out of Kurt, who made a strangled little whimpering noise before yelping as he flipped off the couch without Blaine holding him in place. Blaine laughed harder.

Kurt raised his arm in the air from his uncomfortable position on the floor and pointed at Blaine's forehead, the only part of him he could actually see. "No more angry sex." He declared. Almost everyone was laughing at that point.

Kurt wrestled his pants back on and sat on the couch, trying to pretend that he hadn't been inches away from an orgasm right where he was sitting.

"Has anyone seen my pants?" Blaine asked, sounding genuinely curious. Sebastian snatched them off the ground and threw them at his face. He pulled them on leisurely and sat next to Kurt, who pushed him away.

"Not happening." He mumbled.