"Oh! Kurt, hello," She said with a wide smile, "I didn't know you were coming over, Blaine said you had a family event to be at."

Kurt shrugged his shoulders and smiled back at the older woman. She looked a lot like Blaine and it was certainly obvious where he got his personality from. The woman almost always had a smile on her face. "My step-mom wasn't feeling well so my dad said it would be alright for me to leave. I thought I'd surprise Blaine, if that's alright," Kurt said, pulling on the ends of his scarf.

Mrs. Anderson smiled and stepped forward to put a hand on Kurt's arm. "Of course it is, dear," She smiled again, "I was worried about leaving Blaine on his own tonight, he was kind of upset about being alone and I have to go meet his father for a company party. So you are more than welcome to go in and make yourself at home."

Kurt smiled back at her and nodded his head once, "Thank you."

She waved her hand dismissively and kissed his cheek, "Happy New Year, Kurt." She walked off to the driveway and got into her car, waving as she pulled out into the road and disappeared from sight. Kurt grinned to himself and pulled out his phone to text Blaine as he walked into the house.

To Blaine: So... that offer to spend New Year's together. Is it still on the table?

Kurt took off his jacket and scarf and hung them up by the door before taking off his boots and socks, hoping to warm up his freezing toes. He walked into the kitchen, dropping his bag on the counter, and opened the fridge to grab a bottle of water when his phone beeped from inside his pocket.

From Blaine: Of course! Always on the table.

Licking his lips, Kurt grinned again. But the grin quickly turned into a smirk as an idea came into his head. He put the bottle of water back into the fridge and leaned against the counter, his smirk growing as he texted Blaine back.

To Blaine: Good. Because you have five minutes to come and find me or I won't be...

A few minutes later Blaine practically skidded passed the doorway to the kitchen when he stopped his almost run abruptly upon catching a glimpse of what, or rather who, was in the room. He stopped and took a step into the room, his eyes transfixed on the boy who was perched on the table. Kurt couldn’t help but smirk when he saw Blaine’s hazel eyes scan down his bare chest. “See something you like?” Kurt questioned, leaning back on his hands, his head tilted to the side.

“You’re… you’re actually on a table,” Blaine said with a hoarse voice, his eyes noticing Kurt's outfit lay forgotten on the linoleum floor.

Kurt pursed his lips and looked down at himself before nodding and looking back at his stunned boyfriend. “So it seems,” Kurt’s voice was lower than it usually was, but ran over Blaine’s ears like smooth silk. Blaine swallowed hard as he stood rooted in place, his mind apparently short circuited at the sight of beautiful Kurt, and his gorgeous lithe body spread out on his kitchen table. “Are you just going to stand there staring at me, or are you going to make good on your promise?” Kurt asked, his right hand coming forward to rest on his thigh.

His body was still leaning back on his left arm while the fingers of his right hand slowly stoked the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh, all while his dark eyes stayed fixed on Blaine. Kurt blinked slowly at Blaine, a bored look on his porcelain face, before licking his lips and sighing softly. It felt as though something sort of snapped inside of Blaine, causing him to surge forward and stand between Kurt’s spread legs. Kurt smirked and opened his mouth to say something but was caught off guard by Blaine’s hands grabbing his face and pulling his head down for a searing kiss.

Despite his previously apathetic sort of performance, Kurt whimpered slightly against Blaine’s harsh lips. Blaine ripped his mouth away and stared up at Kurt, taking in his flushed cheeks and heavy breathing with a small smile. Blaine dropped his hands to grab onto Kurt’s hips and pulled the taller boy closer to the edge of the table. The sudden movement shocked Kurt so he quickly wrapped his hands around the back of Blaine’s neck to steady himself.

Blaine’s lust blown eyes raked down Kurt’s body and back up slowly. “You’re sitting on my kitchen table… in nothing but your underwear,” Blaine spoke quietly while blatantly staring at Kurt’s lips and not his eyes. Kurt unconsciously licked his lips and nodded once, “I kind of hoped to be wearing less than my underwear in a minute.” Blaine’s thumbs kneaded gentle circles into Kurt’s hips, making the taller boy sigh softly and whine when they stopped. Blaine smirked and leaned forward so he could nip at Kurt’s earlobe.

"I kind of hoped you'd be sucking my cock in a minute," Blaine breathed into Kurt's ear, his fingers tightening over the boy's hips.

Kurt gasped slightly but bit down on his bottom lip. He ducked his head and looked up at Blaine through his long eyelashes with a smirk. His hands ran down from behind Blaine’s neck to his chest and gave him a slight push, making the boy take a few steps back. Kurt released his lip from the hold his teeth had on it and gracefully slipped off the table and to his knees in front of Blaine.

Long, pale fingers make short work of Blaine's belt and button before pushing jeans to the floor. Kurt gripped onto Blaine's hips and mouthed over the line of his hard on through his boxers. Blaine hissed as Kurt tongued at the head of his cock, leaving a wet spot on the fabric. "Stop being such a tease, Kurt," Blaine growled, one of his hands tightening in Kurt's hair. Kurt looked up at Blaine with wide eyes and a slight pout to his lips as he reached up and tugged down Blaine's underwear, his eyes staying locked on Blaine's.

Kurt placed kisses all over Blaine's inner thighs, moving upward to gently peck all of the sides of his erection before licking the underside from base to tip in one smooth swipe. He quickly took the head into his mouth, sucking lightly while grasping around the base and gently turning his wrist in the opposite direction of his tongue.

"Oh, fuck... Kurt. Please, baby... oh god," Blaine used all of his strength to not just thrust harshly into the boy's mouth. Kurt slid his mouth lower over Blaine, taking in his boyfriend's taste. He moved his other hand to run his fingers along Blaine's balls, earning a shiver followed by a high moan from the back of Blaine's throat. Kurt continued to suck, licking the underside of his boyfriend's cock, taking it into his mouth and humming around it, knowing just what would drive Blaine up the wall.

Blaine was gasping, yanking at Kurt's soft, chestnut hair beneath his fingers, guiding his mouth where he wanted it to go, and all the while allowing the other boy's name to simply drip from his lips in rough sounds.

"Kurt... I'm gonna..." Blaine felt himself creeping closer to the edge. Kurt moved his mouth away from Blaine's cock causing Blaine to groan at the loss.

Kurt practically slithered up Blaine's body as he got up off of his knees. He slid his hands underneath Blaine's shirt and let his fingertips glide over the almost fluttering muscles of the dark haired boy's abdomen. Kurt slowly peeled off Blaine's shirt and tossed it to the pile of his own clothes that sat near the table. Kurt locked eyes with Blaine and let a smirk settle across his features as his thumbs tucked into the elastic of his underwear at his hips and slowly pushed them down his legs.

Blaine was obviously torn between continuing to stare into Kurt's eyes and looking down at his now exposed cock. Kurt licked his lips and stepped out of his underwear as he walked backwards until the swell of his ass pressed up against the table. He reached out and grabbed onto Blaine's wrist, pulling him forward. Kurt brought up his other hand and placed it on the back of Blaine's neck to pull his head closer. Kurt wet his lips and leaned in so they were at Blaine's ear.

"I want you to fuck me into next year," Kurt breathed.

His tongue slid past his lips and flicked over the shell of Blaine's ear before tugging his earlobe between his teeth. Kurt could feel Blaine's body quake under his hands. "H-here? I don't have anything down-" Blaine's words were cut off by Kurt pressing their lips together. He pulled away and nodded his head towards the bag he had left on the counter.

"Side pocket," Kurt said in a low voice, letting his hands trail down Blaine's chest only to push him away slightly.

Blaine really didn't want to take his eyes off of Kurt's lithe body as he leaned back against the table but he shook his head and turned around to grab a hold of the bag Kurt had motioned towards. He almost ripped open the zipper as he pulled on it to open the pocket on the side. Blaine reached in and fished around blindly until his fingers wrapped around a bottle. He grinned to himself and pulled it out of the bag before turning around.

He almost dropped the bottle in his hands at the sight in front of him. Kurt had bent himself over the table, his head resting on his bent left arm while his right hand was slowly stroking his cock. Blaine surged forward and dropped the bottle next to Kurt before moving Kurt's hand off of himself. Blaine laid his hands at Kurt's shoulders and slowly dragged them down his creamy skin, grinning at the almost purring sounds it elicited from the taller boy. His hands slid over the dip of Kurt's lower back and took each perfectly round cheek of Kurt's ass in a firm grip.

Kurt let out a small almost inaudible gasp as Blaine squeezed harder, making Blaine grin to himself as his hands spread Kurt's cheeks carefully. Blaine lowered himself down onto his knees until he was eye level with Kurt's perfect, pink, dusky hole. Blaine bit harshly at his bottom lip to stop the moan that threatened to bubble up from his throat. Kurt started to shift his weight slightly from foot to foot and wiggle his hips impatiently. "Blaine," he whined, "I need you to do something. Please, anything."

Anything. Blaine smiled a toothy sort of smiled and leaned in closely and trailed his warm tongue down the cleft of Kurt's ass, circling around his puckered hole and laving at the back of his balls before trailing up and repeating. When Blaine flicked his tongue at the rim Kurt moaned and wanted to tell him to do that again but it's like he couldn't form words now.

The previously near-silent kitchen slowly filled with sounds that it had never heard before. Breathy moans and pants coming after soft, wet noises. Kurt moaned progressively louder as one of Blaine's thumbs slid into his hole so that Blaine can fuck him deeper with his tongue. Blaine's enthusiasm produced slurping, wet sounds that drove Kurt completely up the wall with need and want.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Blaine... oh, god," Kurt whined loudly, clamping his eyes shut, "You need to fuck me now, Blaine. Now."

Blaine pulled back and sat on his heels to glance around the room until his eyes landed on the clock above the stove. "It's only 11:30... I think I can take my time," Blaine said tauntingly before leaning in and licking firmly across Kurt's spit slick hole. Kurt groaned and shifted restlessly. "Please Blaine," he whimpered, "I need you to fuck me. I need your cock in me now."

Letting his hands drop from Kurt's ass, Blaine reached out and snatched the bottle of lube off of the table. The familiar sound of the cap opening filled the room and Kurt sort of shimmied his hips in anticipation. Blaine licked his lips, still tasting Kurt's wonderful musky and purely Kurt taste there, before dribbling a liberal amount of the slick liquid onto the fingers of his right hand. Blaine leaned forward to place the bottle of lube back up onto the table and sat back on his heels. He rubbed his fingers together to warm up the lube before he grabbed onto Kurt's hip with his left hand and ran two fingers tantalizingly slow over his hole.

"Stop fucking teasing and get your fingers in my ass," Kurt gritted out, trying to push back and force Blaine's fingers in.

Blaine chuckled lowly, feeling it vibrate in his chest, and pressed his two fingers in quickly. Kurt gasped and let out a shaky breath at the sudden intrusion. "That's what you wanted?" Blaine asked feigning innocence. He quickly began pumping his fingers in and out of Kurt, taking the time to use a scissoring motion to stretch him better. Kurt bit his lip and whimpered softly when Blaine pushed in and crooked his fingers enough to jab at his prostate. Blaine smiled to himself and pulled his fingers free before pushing back in with another added to them.

Kurt keened high in his throat as Blaine worked very meticulously at preparing him. Finally, Blaine slowly slid his fingers out of Kurt and stood up, ignoring the dull ache in his knees. Blaine wrapped his slightly slick hand around his cock and stroked himself slowly, moaning low from his chest at the sensation. Kurt whined and stuck his ass out more, presenting himself to Blaine, begging to be filled again. Blaine grabbed the bottle he'd placed on the table and pour a bit more onto his hand so he could properly coat his erection.

He didn't waste time reveling in the cool glide of his hand over his length, and moved forward to press the blunt head of his cock against Kurt's stretched hole. Kurt whined softly and tried to press himself back and force Blaine to slide into him. "So eager," Blaine chastised lightly. He pressed his hips forward and let his cock slide between Kurt's cheeks. Kurt groaned loudly and let his forehead fall against the table. "Please, Blaine. Please, fuck me," Kurt's muffled voice begged as Blaine continued to let his cock glide between the halves of Kurt's ass.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Blaine said, his voice trailing off at the end.

Blaine's left hand gripped Kurt's hip tightly and he pushed his cock in Kurt's hole quickly. Kurt emitted a high pitched shriek at the sudden intrusion and burning stretch which just made Blaine chuckle softly to himself. Blaine kept his hips pressed flush against Kurt's ass for a few moments before rocking ever so slightly. The movement caused the head of his cock to brush up against Kurt's prostate, sending fluttering sparks up Kurt's spine.

Kurt whimpered and gripped the edges of the table. "Oh, fuck. Blaine, please move. Please fuck me. I need it," his voice bordering on hysterical.

Taking pity, Blaine pulled his hips slowly back; moaning at the drag of Kurt's muscles around him, before thrusting harshly back into the perfect heat of Kurt's ass. "Yes... fuck, yes," Kurt groaned, screwing his eyes shut. His grip on the table tightened, turning his knuckles white. Blaine bit his bottom lip as he forced Kurt's legs a little wider before fucking in and out of him again. Faster. Harder. Making Kurt's hips hit against the table edge with each thrust.

Kurt could feel a hot coiling in his groin and stomach as Blaine's cock punished his prostate with perfect precision at each thrust. He let out a short scream, of mixed surprise and pleasure, when Blaine's open palm made contact with his ass. He clenched tightly around Blaine as he moaned lowly at the residual sting from his hand. Blaine slowed the movement of his hips until he stilled completely inside of Kurt. Kurt felt like he could sob. He was so close. So close to falling off the edge and Blaine just stopped. He wanted to complain, whine, beg... but he couldn't find his voice.

That is, until Blaine's hand slapped harshly at his ass again. Kurt yelped loudly in surprise and clenched around Blaine's cock again. Blaine let out a low, rumbling moan from his chest as he spanked Kurt for a third time. "Get up on the table. On your back," he said in a gruff voice. Kurt whimpered and shook his head. He didn't want to move. Moving meant Blaine's cock would have to leave his ass and that was the last thing he wanted. Blaine growled and let his hand hit against the swell of Kurt's ass several times in quick succession before he pulled himself out.

"Up," Blaine ordered.

Kurt stayed still for a moment, trying to catch his breath. He finally stood upright and it felt like his knees were made of jelly. He slowly turned and stopped abruptly at seeing the intense look in Blaine's eyes. Kurt licked his lips and looked down Blaine's body to see him slowly stroking his own cock while he stared right back at Kurt. "Oh, god," Kurt whimpered softly. He bit his bottom lip and carefully hauled himself up onto the table. He lay back with his legs hanging over the edge, staring up at the ceiling.

It wasn't long until Kurt felt warm hands on his chest, trailing down his sides and to his legs. His legs were lifted up and draped over Blaine's shoulders as the younger boy easily slid back inside him. "Yes," Kurt breathed out. Blaine wasted very little time before his hands reached out to grab Kurt's tightly. As soon as their fingers were interlaced, Blaine started to piston his hips forward, jolting Kurt up the table little by little.

Kurt couldn't help the small gasps and moans that spilled form his lips each time Blaine pushed back inside of him. Blaine grunted softly as he leaned forward, practically folding Kurt in half, and attached his mouth to Kurt's chest, right about his left nipple. Kurt groaned loudly and arched up to the touch. Blaine's tongue lapped at the red mark he'd left before standing up straight again and fucking into Kurt harder. His eyes caught the clock again. 11:57.

Blaine growled softly and picked up the pace of his hips. Kurt's body was thrumming with pleasure and it felt like his brain had fogged over. The only thing he could concentrate on was staring up into Blaine's eyes and the feel of his cock punching against his prostate with each inward thrust.

"Fuck, Blaine," Kurt whined loudly, squeezing Blaine's hands in a fierce grip that in any other circumstances would have been painful for the younger boy. Kurt's eyes fell shut and his head started to thrash from side to side as he started to babble about 'more, yes, please, fuck' over and over again.

Blaine set his jaw and gritted his teeth as his hips pressed harder against Kurt's ass. The constant sound of skin slapping skin filled the air and each hard smack resonated in his ears, making something trigger in his mind that there would almost definitely be bruises covering Kurt's perfect ass once this was over. And that only made Blaine want to fuck him harder.

Kurt whimpered and his whole body started to shake. "F-fuck, please. Blaine. Touch me. Fucking touch me. Make me come, please," he pleaded, his back arching almost completely off the tabletop. But Blaine merely grunted and shook his head.

"You're going to come," Blaine said in a rough voice that sent a shiver down Kurt's spine. "And you're going to come from just me fucking you. Just my cock in that perfect ass. That's all it's going to take, isn't it?" Blaine growled lowly and thrust forward harshly, punching at Kurt's prostate.

Kurt screamed and nodded his head jerkily. He could feel it. Feel the fire coiling in his stomach and his balls tightening as Blaine's cock continued its assault. Kurt bit his bottom lip and whined while he readjusted the grip he had on Blaine's hands. He was so close, almost at the tipping point.

An explosion filled Kurt's ears. He gasped and ripped open his eyes. He turned his head to the side and saw a burst of color in the sky outside the window above the sink. One more thrust was all it took and Kurt could feel his entire body tense, his toes curled, his lungs seized up... and he was coming, hard, all over his stomach and chest, even felt some hit his chin.

Blaine could feel Kurt's grip on his hands lessen after he came but the hold around his cock was almost unbearable. He groaned and blinked quickly, trying to rid the sweat from his eyelashes, as he fucked into the sated and limp body of his boyfriend. "Kurt," his voice was shaking and drawn out. Kurt moaned back softly and licked his lips as he stared up at Blaine through half-lidded eyes.

"Come on, Blaine," Kurt encouraged, "Come for me. Come right in my ass. I want it; I want to feel you fill me up."

Blaine's eyes rolled back into his skull and his hips stuttered forward as he came without any warning other than the elongated moan and muffled swear that slipped past his lips. He dropped Kurt's hands and his head fell forward slightly as he tried to steady his breathing.

Kurt's legs slipped off of Blaine's shoulders and fell around his hips as they dangled almost lifeless off the edge of the table. "T-there are wipes... in my bag," Kurt nearly whispered, lifting a hand and pointing towards the counter. Blaine nodded and lifted his head before slowly pulling out of Kurt. He moved quickly to the bag and found the packet of wet wipes. He carefully cleared away the come from Kurt's body and threw away the used wipes.

"C'mere," Blaine said, coming back to the table and pulling Kurt to his feet. He wrapped his arms securely around Kurt's waist and held him flush against his body. "Happy New Year," Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear before letting his head fall to Blaine's shoulder. Blaine felt a small giggle come from his throat and pressed a kiss to Kurt's hair. "Happy New Year, baby," Blaine said, running a hand over Kurt's sweaty back, "I love you."

Kurt's response was mumbled into Blaine's shoulder which just made Blaine laugh again. "Come on, let's go upstairs and we'll take a nice, warm bath and then we'll lie in bed. How does that sound?" Kurt lifted his head and pressed a small kiss to Blaine's lips. "That sounds like a wonderful start to a new year," he said with a smile.