"Ready to go back to school?”

Blaine shakes his head.

"Lunch, then," I say. "On you."

Five minutes later we pull up at a small diner and get out, locking our doors and meeting at the entrance before walking inside and sitting down in a small, cozy booth.

A nice-looking old lady walks up and smiles at us. "What would you young gents like?" she greets.

"A chicken/bacon sandwich with barbeque dressing and salad," Blaine quickly answers. "And a chocolate milk."

"Just a Caesar salad and a Sprite for me, please.”

She nods, scribbling it down quickly and moves to the kitchen.

“I'll take back what I said yesterday," I say to Blaine. "You are cute.”

Blaine's face turns even more red than it was at the clinic.

******

Blaine is nowhere to be seen when I get home from hanging out with Finn. And thank God...

It's no surprise to me that I've been hornier than I have ever been in my life. It's been a few days since the incident with Sebastian and I was having daily multiple orgasms before that. Just me and my hand tonight. For hopefully at least an hour, then again I'm not sure where Blaine is or when he's coming back. But I've already established that.

I'm on the bed, pants down to my knees, hand just about to reach under my boxers when-

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I swing my legs off the bed, pulling my pants back up, a still obvious hard-on showing. I walk to the window and, with maybe a little too much force, wrench it open. It's Blaine. Of course it's Blaine.

"Whats wrong?” he asks easing himself into the basement, shutting the window.

I look down pointedly, rolling my eyes. "You interrupted me.”

His hazel eyes ease down and he gulps.

"Im used to getting off daily. So I pretty much had to do something."

"W-what about Se-Sebastian?” he asks, sounding hopeful

I walk over to the couch and seat myself, pulling my zipper down shamelessly and shoving my hand into my boxers. "After that trick he pulled, hes not getting any in a while." My hand begins to move. Up and down, up and down, up and down. "Not... from me at... least." I close my eyes and groan, head hitting the armrest. "I mean," I continue. "Its... almost like... knocking up a... girl and expecting... her to... jump... right in the sack... with you." Up and down, and oh- fuck. "He... was all... like, I have... chlamydia. Lets... fuck."

Silence.

"Blaine?”

I open my eyes halfway and he whips around. I raise my free hand and beckon him over with just a single finger. Blaine sits down heavily next to me on the couch, hands twisted together, bottom lip sucked in between his teeth. I pull my hand out of my boxers and grab his wrist. "Fix this and Ill help you out," I mutter, reaching down to the bulge in his pants.

Blaine moans and I guide his hand underneath this fucking piece of fabric that needs to come off. Now.

My hand is over his, supporting his grip and helping start a rhythm, starting to pump slowly. He soon doesn't need to play follow the leader anymore and I pull my hand out. He starts tugging and stroking in an even rhythm, thumbing the slit every once in a while. “The door?" he questions.

"Locked... it," I gasp, bucking up against his hand.

Ten minutes later and I'm spilling into his hand. And oh how I wish it was his mouth.

"Go wash off," and I kiss him gently before nudging him towards the bathroom.

Blaine's only finished cleaning up when I pounce on him outside the bathroom, kissing him hard. He stills for a moment before picking me up and shoving me against the wall. His hands slip up my shirt, feeling every inch of me, fingertips brushing over my nipples. Blaine moves his lips down to my throat, biting and sucking and licking like his life depends on it.

Blaine pulls away and sets me down, breathing heavily.

I lean in and kiss his cheek, hands settling on his shoulders. My long, lean fingers trickle down his chest, playing briefly with the material of his shirt until I reach the hem of his pants. I quickly undo his belt, tugging the zipper down and unbuttoning his jeans before I shove those and his boxers down to his knees. My lips meet Blaine's again for a moment before I drop down, eye level with his dick.

"Wait," he says, possibly a bit too loudly. He's trembling. “I-I read th-the fliers... Chl-chlamydia inf-fects th-through oralaswell."

I cock an eyebrow. "If you have it, its because Ive given it to you. You cant give me something I already have.”

He nods and that's all I need.

Leaning in once more, I tease for a tiny period of time before I slowly take him all in my mouth. And sweet Jesus he tastes delicious. Blaine runs his fingers through my hair and pulls as I bob off. I make sure to keep eye contact with him as I take him in again, swallowing.

Blaine comes, back arching, moaning my name.

I smirk and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I pull his clothing back up to his hips.

He gets back on his feet and tugs his boxers and pants back onto his hips.

"I tried to... tell Dave... about me," he gets out between labored breathing. "I couldnt, though. That's why I was gone. He told me about your pasts together. And now I know he's gay but I couldn't do it. I don't want anything to happen to me at school. They already pick on you enough and what happens if they find out about both of us?”

I shrug. "Want to watch a movie?"