"God, um, dare," Blaine breathes and Kurt tugs him back into the living room.  Blaine grabs at his ass playfully as he trails behind him.

Kurt snatches up a card and reads.  Blaine watches as Kurt's eyes darken.  "‘For 60 seconds, touch yourself like you'd like me to touch you.'"

Blaine makes a strangled sort of noise and practically whimpers when he watches Kurt walk back into the kitchen.  "What are you doing?"

"Getting the timer," Kurt strides back in, looking entirely pleased.  "60 seconds.  No more, no less.  No me."

Blaine looks torn and his eyes slide from Kurt to the couch and back again.  Kurt nods, mouthing Go as he starts the timer.  Blaine scrambles onto the couch and stretches out.  "Kurt, I don't--"

Kurt just looks pointedly at the timer in his hands before perching on the end of the couch.  "Show me what you want, Blaine."

"I--you--"

"50 seconds, Blaine," Blaine can see that Kurt is enjoying this too much.  He is wound up tightly after everything that night so far but he closes his eyes and just imagines; imagines that it's Kurt.  God, it should be Kurt.  Out of everything during this game Blaine thinks this is the most difficult.

Blaine reaches one hand up to tangle in his hair then trails the other down his chest, fingers catching over one of his nipples.  He knows he's on the clock so he wastes no time slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts.

His hands are just slightly too rough and too broad and he can't quite mimic Kurt's magic touch.  It's not like he hasn't done this before--busy schedules and traveling make for lonely times--but knowing full well Kurt is right there just seems unfair. 

It's difficult attempting to show Kurt what he wants; it's so different from when he's alone and just trying to relieve the pressure until he can see Kurt again.  What he wants from Kurt are roaming, groping hands and heavy breathing in his ear and all the heat and the scent of Kurt enveloping him and the satisfaction of knowing that it is all for them and only them.  Ever.

Blaine arches his back just imagining it, his hand wrapped around himself and stroking in that tantalizingly slow but firm way Kurt knows drives him crazy.  He's sweating just thinking about it and nearly forgets Kurt's presence.

But after getting lost in the moment, he realizes that it must have been longer than a minute and he opens his eyes to find Kurt staring at him, jaw slack and eyes darkened with the timer held forgotten in the palm of his hand.

Blaine immediately climbs over to him and grabs one of Kurt's hands, placing it low and firm on his waist.  Kurt's fingers instantly curl into the flesh there and Blaine doesn't even notice the sting from his nails.

"Last one.  Truth or dare, Kurt," Blaine whispers, just as Kurt leans down to kiss him.