Kurt pulled Blaine's arms down, knowing how bad the reach was for the healing process. Blaine settled for brushing the back of the fingers of his right hand across Kurt's cheek tenderly. Kurt used his knee to nudge Blaine's thighs apart then climbed there, laying himself so Blaine could rest his cast to one side but wrap his right leg around Kurt's thighs. Blaine again rocked upward but this time Kurt responded, sliding himself against him, allowing them both just a little friction where they needed it most. They kissed furiously. Blaine felt like his heart was going to leap from his chest as Kurt, using one arm to hold himself up slid Blaine's shorts down a little and pressed his fingers into the bare skin at his hip urging him closer, still writhing against him.

Blaine nipped at Kurt's mouth when he flattened his hand against his backside and trying to force Blaine's shorts further away. "Oh Kurt" He could do nothing but whisper the boy's name, he knew there should be more but his mind was exploding with the feeling of Kurt still sliding against him, his body so close, the smell of the chlorine and tanning lotion on his skin.

Kurt kneeled, his frustration evident, he tugged at Blaine's shorts and didn't stop until they were on the floor. He'd waited long enough he quickly lost his own wet bathing suit then kneeled again between Blaine's open legs.

Kurt slid up to kiss Blaine's neck, and allow Blaine to suck softly at his shoulder, moaning at the rocking motion they'd begun together. "I have a confession." Kurt mumbled between kisses, "I've lied to you, only once since we met, but I've lied." Blaine pulled back and met Kurt's gaze, "Honey, just tell me."

"I SO peeked in the men's room."

Blaine laughed and let his head fall back to the pillows "I know, I caught you, more than once."

Moving lower now Kurt bent to trace his mouth in the dent where stomach gives way to hip, down the V of torso, Blaine's thick, deeply veined hardness pressing to his chest.

"You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He whispered, before cupping Blaine's balls in his tapered fingers and kissing his way up his thigh.

Blaine's own strong hands twisted in his sheets, frustration at not being able to fully participate clearly killing him.
Kurt ran his tongue quickly up Blaine's shaft before sitting up and taking himself in hand. A few strokes were all he had time for before Blaine began trying to reach for himself. "Stop, be patient." Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and sucked his pointer and middle fingers into his mouth.

"Jesus, Kurt" Blaine surrendered, giving all control over to the man he adored. Kurt nudged the head of his own hardness beneath that of Blaine's and worked his mouth in the same rhythm as he worked their cocks against each other.

Blaine squirmed on the bed, crying out in both pain and pleasure when he entire body spasmed in orgasm. After a minute or two, when his eyes regained focus he realized Kurt had let his hand go and remained over him, head back, hand working furiously to finish himself. His mouth was so beautiful, lips slightly parted, his milky white throat exposed, Blaine called to him, " Honey, come here, let me taste you."
Kurt swallowed hard & tried to speak, "too close".
Blaine sat up some and took Kurt's hips in his hands, unable move him but letting him know he was serious. "Please Kurt, let me taste you, I want you so badly."

It was more than he could take, Kurt adjusted and pushed himself forward try to position himself so Blaine could take as much or as little of him into his mouth as he wanted. It was surreal to watch his lovely eyes close, his strong jaw as he opened his mouth and began to run his teeth gently against him before sucking and rolling his tongue over his tip.

The boys were too carried away with each other, melting into each other, their fingers finding each other, caressing whatever skin they could touch to notice Blaine's father coming to the door to see why he had called out in pain. Both were too invested in Kurt's orgasm to hear the knife slide into the childproof door and pop the lock.
Alistair Anderson entered his son's room just as Kurt came into his son's mouth.