Damien watched the other boy for a moment and sighed. "You won't be saying that in the morning." He tossed a water bottle Blaine's way then opened one for himself. "Try and drink that too, okay?" Damien pried off his boots and stripped down to his boxers before climbing into the bed from the other side. He lay silently staring at the other teen for awhile. "You really love him."

Blaine scowled and ignored the water bottle, taking another slug from the spiced rum instead. "Yes, I do," he murmured, hating himself for even admitting the fact to Damien. "Even if Kurt's with someone else, I... can't stop loving him. He means too much to me." His teary eyes flickered up to take in the other boy's gaze. "I'm a complete fool, right?"

"Lot of that going around," Damien muttered almost under his breath. "It's not stupid loving somebody, it just... doesn't always mean it can work." That was a sad fact that he knew well from his own experience. "Why don't you drink some water," he pressed the bottle into Blaine's free hand once more, "and try to get some sleep. Maybe tomorrow you can talk it out." He slid his own phone from his pocket, quickly bringing up Finn's contact info. TXT ME WHEN YOU'RE SOBER.

Blaine dropped the water and immediately grasped Damien's arm. "You don't have to go," he said, wasted and helpless. "I... don't want to be alone. Not tonight. Please... stay with me?" Somewhere in the back of his mind Blaine knew it was a mistake, but after what he and Damien had already done, there was no sense in turning back now. Nothing about tonight had gone the way he had planned, especially having sex and ending up in bed with his ex boyfriend. "Damien, please...?"

"You know I won't go anyplace if you want me here," Damien answered quietly. “I wouldn’t run out in my boxers anyway.” He hadn't really been keen on leaving to start with, and seeing the panic in Blaine's face at the idea of being alone, he relented without a moment's hesitation. Leaving would be the noble thing to do, but it was no time to start being noble. Gently he tugged Blaine over until the other teen was folded up against him. "I'll be right here as long as you need me. I promise." He knew that would probably last about as long as the alcohol in Blaine's bloodstream - or, at best, until he welcomed Kurt back with open arms.

Blaine crushed the bottle of spiced rum to his chest, heedless of whether the contents might spill out. He buried his face in Damien's throat, breathing in the other teen's scent while his mind whirled its way into a kind of numb acceptance of the night's events. Kurt still wanted Finn, and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it, so why couldn't he stop loving Kurt? Why couldn't he let him go? "Damien?" he whispered, his tearstained face rising to search his ex's eyes. "Why did this have to happen? How could everything go... so wrong?"

Damien was pretty sure that no form of torture could compare to his immediate situation. He was lying with the man he loved curled up against him and said man was only thinking about his boyfriend. //Fuck my life.// It was on the tip of his tongue to say that it had gone wrong as soon as Blaine left him, but that would have been a lie, and despite the fact that he was kind of a jerk sometimes, Damien was a terrible liar. "I don't know. Look, I'm gonna try to talk to Finn, okay? Maybe if we know what happened... maybe that'll make talking to Kurt tomorrow easier. You don't want to end things. You walked away from me because you don't love me. It's not that way with Kurt. I get it."

"I'm sorry I hurt you," Blaine was openly crying again now. "Maybe I'm paying for it... with Kurt..." He took another long drink from the bottle clutched in his grasp, and then tossed it aside and nuzzled against Damien, desperate for the warmth and comfort the other boy offered. His lips brushed Damien's throat, and Blaine kissed him even as his tears continued to flow. "Please don't be mad with me... not now... not tonight..."

"'M'not," Damien mumbled, barely able to bite back a moan. "Never really was." He hated himself for not being mad, but he'd only ever managed a sort of lingering sadness as Blaine drifted away. "God, that feels good." He reached over and grabbed the bottle, silencing Blaine's protest with a practical, "I'm not sleeping in a bed that smells like a fucking still if this spills." He set it firmly on the nightstand behind him and then turned back to Blaine. With the very last of his self control, he asked, "You sure you don't just want to sleep?"

"I'm sure," Blaine murmured drunkenly in response. His hand wandered down until he was closing his palm around Damien's hardening cock. Gently squeezing in an effort to rouse the other boy into action, Blaine was too wasted out of his mind to question his motives. He continued kissing Damien's throat, even nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh as his need to be comforted overwhelmed him.

//I'm not a fucking saint,// Damien thought to himself, eyes falling closed as he relished the touch of Blaine's lips. A quick shift brought his thigh between Blaine's legs, and he pressed upward, feeling the stirrings of arousal already. He'd tried to be practical, had tried to give Blaine an out. The faint strain of guilt that remained in the background was rather easily ignored in the face of how good it was to even pretend that Blaine wanted him. Logic told him that he'd just been the convenient option, but he angrily told the inner voice to shut the hell up. "You just tell me what you want, baby. I'm all yours."

Blaine fairly whimpered; it was exactly what he needed to hear at the moment when he was feeling utterly and helplessly lost. "Touch me again? Please?" Despite already having ventured further than he and Kurt had, Blaine couldn't stop himself from begging for Damien's attention. Even in the alcoholic fog surrounding his mind, he reasoned that Damien truly wanted him and recalled how the other boy had never so much looked at another when they'd been together. The same couldn't be said for Kurt... //Kurt, god... I loved you so much...// He held Damien's head in his hands, his heavy eyes searching and desperate. "Kiss me? Don't stop for anything..."

Damien nodded. The agreement sealed, their lips met once again, and he reached between their bodies to touch Blaine only to find himself frustrated with the copious fabric between them. He withdrew from the kiss and apologized quickly. "Just gonna get you a little less dressed," he assured before gently shoving Blaine onto his back and unfastening his pants. He found himself wondering what Blaine and Kurt had done together. The other boy hadn't exactly struck him as particularly sexual, but that could have just meant he saved it for private moments. Still Damien wondered if he was the only one who'd touched Blaine this intimately, seen him this way, if Blaine had been living on a few stolen kisses since they broke up. //Overthinking,// Damien decided before jerking the khakis down over Blaine's hips and leaving them both in nothing but boxers. "That's a helluva lot better."

"Yeah, it is," came Blaine's breathless agreement. His gaze whirled as he drank in the sight of Damien's half-naked body. //Beautiful...// Not in the same way as Kurt, but more rugged and manly... and there for him to touch and explore to his broken heart's content. Already his nimble fingers were reaching down, tracing the outline of Damien's rapidly swelling arousal through his flimsy boxers. Blaine could feel the heat of his desire through the cloth and, for a moment, he wondered why he'd ever pushed Damien away in the first place. "You're so big... so hard... for me..." he slurred, latching onto the other boy's throat again.

It was all Damien could do to maintain any sort of cool. Instead of whimpering and begging for more, he shifted to straddle Blaine's hips again and let one hand slide behind the other teen's head. He half regretted that he hadn’t suggested a shower so that he could get all the damn gel out of Blaine's hair. Still his hips rocked against Blaine's, and he wished like hell they'd never spent so much time apart. It was always so perfect when they touched. "God, I missed the way you feel... way you taste..." Already he found his mind drifting to how good it was to go down on the other boy earlier.

Blaine's breath caught in his throat at the heated contact. Even through the haze, he remembered how one simple touch from Damien could set his body alight with desire. It had frightened him when they'd first been together, so much that he'd ultimately broken things off. Now Blaine craved Damien's attention, as it seemed to be the only thing filling the aching void in his soul. His hands roamed all over the other boy's chest, and his fingers itched with temptation as they brushed a nipple ring. Experimentally Blaine gave it a gentle tug. "I think... I'd like to taste you..." he panted out.

"Oh... fuck... yes, please," Damien panted, climbing off of Blaine. He was more than happy to let the other teen take the reigns, especially when he had such lovely plans for them. Lest Blaine hesitate, he reached out and grabbed the back of the other boy's head and dragged him into a lingering kiss. "We're getting this shit out of your hair later," he muttered with a hint of a smile in the few breaths before capturing Blaine's mouth again.

Blaine lost himself in Damien's scorching kiss, completely melting under the all-consuming passion the other boy offered him. Their tongues danced and tangled, reaching every last inch of each other's mouths. His hands were all over Damien's body, roaming down the length of his torso until he brushed the waistband of his boxers. Damien's prodigious arousal threatened to burst through the material, and Blaine fished his swollen cock out through the fly of his underwear. He salivated at the sight, openly licking his kiss-bruised lips. It was shocking to realize how badly he wanted Damien. Blaine almost delicately brushed his mouth against Damien's chest as he slowly made his way down.

Silently Damien reminded himself a few dozen times that he was a complete idiot - and he couldn't really bring himself to care. He tried to reason that he wasn't ruining anything. Blaine was making his own choices. It was his right to accept a little affection when it was offered. It was also absolutely criminal how soft his lips were. How good it felt to have Blaine's hand wrapped around his cock was enough to draw Damien's attention well away from anything but the present moment. He could see familiar desire in Blaine's eyes and wished he could believe it would still be there in the harsh light of day.

Blaine's teasing kisses swept from Damien's stomach back up toward his heaving chest. Fascinated by the rings of silver piercing the other boy's nipples, he flicked his tongue out over one of them, testing gently before drawing it into his mouth. He could feel the sensitive nub stretching around the ring as he sucked, and Blaine's confidence grew as he felt Damien's cock responding in kind to his heated attention.

The nipple rings were a new enough addition that Blaine had never seen them before, but his instincts apparently overrode a lack of experience easily. Damien found himself thrusting up against the other boy's stomach as he sucked eagerly. "Keep doing that," he affirmed. "That... that's fucking... christ..." He knew it wasn't the most coherent praise, but at least Blaine knew he was on the right track. Sex was about communication. Damien just happened to be a firm believer that it didn't always need to be clear, logical communication.

Blaine's tongue swirled around the metal ring, drawing the sensitive nub of Damien's nipple further into his mouth. It was new and exciting and, without even hearing Damien's breathless affirmations, he could feel how much the other boy was enjoy his ministrations with every hearty twitch of that swollen length in his grasp. Blaine stroked Damien from tip to base, all the while switching his attention from one nipple ring to the other. His hips were grinding mindlessly against Damien's as he sought some relief for his own arousal.

"We should ditch the underwear," Damien suggested breathlessly. "Clothes are overrated. Unnecessary. Fuck, I just want you naked." The very idea of getting a full, uninterrupted view of Blaine's body was enough to send a thrill through him. "Please? Lemme see you." He swallowed the "one more time" that threatened to spill out at the end and was proud of himself for the show of restraint. "I want to see all of you." And, hell, Blaine didn't exactly seem to be minding getting a view either. Tattoos, piercings and all, apparently there was still at least one thing Blaine liked about him.

So absorbed in tasting and exploring Damien's body, Blaine found that he had to draw himself away with an effort. "Let me," he insisted, barely able to form words yet alone a single coherent thought. There was something luridly erotic about Damien's massive arousal twitching through the fly of his boxers. But, Blaine wanted Damien completely naked and he wasted no time in sliding the other boy's underwear down and throwing them across the room. He struggled out his own, which took quite an effort considering his painful hardness. "There, that's better," he sighed before diving back down and attacking Damien's heaving chest again.

Now this was perfect. Damien let out a low groan and did his best not to move too much. He most definitely did not want to wriggle out of Blaine's grip or dislodge the other boy's talented lips and tongue. He'd damn near forgotten how talented Blaine was, and it felt very, very good to be reminded. Determined not to be outdone when it came to helping the process along, Damien reached between them and gave the other teen a sure, strong stroke as if to remind him there were other body parts very much in need of stimulation.

Blaine shuddered and groaned. Damien's caress brought his attention to more pressing matters and, giving both the other boy's nipples one last lick, kissed his way down across the expanse of heated flesh. Damien's aching arousal fairly leapt up to meet his lips as he flicked out his tongue to taste the flaring tip. He was so lost in want and desire that Blaine, heedless of the consequences of his actions, spread his lips wide and took Damien deep inside of his mouth.

If Damien hadn't bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, he probably would have gotten off right then and there. It was too damn good. It happened to be one of his favorite fantasies, one he'd replayed in his head so many times that it was almost surreal to have it happening. "Like a man who can take a hint," Damien murmured as he let one hand move to Blaine's hair. His grip was gentle, encouraging rather than directing. Blaine knew what he was doing, and he didn't want to get in the way for even a second.

Blaine downed Damien's cock wolfishly, choking as the swollen tip brushed the back of his throat. Even that could not deter him; he hollowed his cheeks and nursed sloppily. Blaine Anderson was acutely aware of just how good Damien tasted, and of the amazing sensation of the other boy filling his mouth. His hands wandered up the length of Damien's torso, finding those silver rings that had fascinated him so much. He curled his fingers through the hoops, tugging gently as he managed to take even more of Damien's impressive length between his lips.

Damien gritted his teeth. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask for more, but even he wasn't that much of an asshole. He had no idea what Blaine and Kurt had done, but he knew where the line had always been between them, and they were already standing on it. There was no point in pushing when it felt so good doing what they were already doing. That decided, Damien let out a sight and rolled his hips gently. There wasn't any need to force the issue - Blaine was entirely capable of making sure that it felt amazing. Still, he couldn't help wanting to experience every last bit of pleasure that he could from the liaison.

Thoughts of Kurt threatened to break through the drunken haze surrounding Blaine's mind, and that only seemed to fuel his desire to pleasure Damien. Somehow he managed to take the other boy's oversized length all the way inside his greedy mouth, nursing Damien's cock in earnest. He tugged more commandingly on Damien's nipple rings, relishing the breathless moans his actions elicited. Damien continued to swell as Blaine gulped him down, his throat adjusting to the invasion. Again, his hunger for the other boy shocked him even in his wasted state of mind. Damien tasted incredible, and the scent of his body more intoxicating than the alcohol clouding his judgment. Blaine couldn't help but moan around his length.

Damien let out another string of curses and felt his hips leap up off the bed without his express consent. "Fuck, Blaine, gettin' close," he managed in a shaky voice that barely sounded like his own. It had always been good between the two of them, but the long absence only seemed to have made it better. It was like sex squared. Everything felt so much better than all the fantasies, than all the times he'd tried to lose himself in someone else who was never good enough or sexy enough or just Blaine enough to really do it for him.

Blaine carried on, heedless of Damien's rasping warning. Precum flowed like honey down his throat, easing the way for him to swallow the other boy that much deeper. His nose disappeared in the fluffy patch of hair surrounding the base of Damien's ever thickening cock, groaning as he inhaled the fragrant scent that greeted him. Fingers twisting and pulling on nipple rings, Blaine could feel Damien's shaft flexing excitedly in response. His actions becoming more sloppy, more heated as he grew near desperate for Damien to cum.

By the time he came, Damien was no longer able to speak at all. He just gasped and gripped the sheets hard to keep from pulling Blaine's hair. He could barely breathe, barely do anything but stare at the gorgeous sight of his ex sucking on him like it was his job. Even when his cock was so sensitive that it almost hurt, Damien couldn't bring himself to make the other teen stop, whimpering as Blaine continued to work him over.

Damien flooded his mouth and, even as long ropey strands of the other boy's desire seeped from his lips, Blaine kept right on nursing until his ex was completely and utterly spent. Only then did he allow Damien a reprieve, climbing up his still shuddering torso and recapturing his panting mouth. Blaine thrust his tongue inside, licking all around and affording Damien the opportunity to taste himself. His fingers curled in the silver nipple rings, he continued to tug with wild abandon.

Damien did his best to keep still. The pressure on the rings felt good, but he was smart enough to know that it wasn't the time to wriggle too much. Pleasure could shift over to pain pretty easily, so he focused instead on the bitter taste of his own release on Blaine's lips and the way their bare skin felt pressing together. He let everything narrow until that was all he was aware of and all the worries about what would happen in the morning fell away.

Finally easing the pressure on Damien's erect nipples, Blaine slipped his fingers from the piercings and reached for the other boy's hand. He drew it down to his own overheated arousal, gasping into Damien's mouth as he mindlessly thrust into his palm. It felt amazing, and Blaine's need to have his every thought obliterated possessed him completely. "Please...?" he whispered against Damien's lips. "...Please help me forget...?"

"Anything. Anything you want," Damien agreed, aching to say more but stopping himself. He grabbed Blaine's face and kissed him hard before taking him firmly in hand and stroking. He wanted to feel Blaine cum, the explosion against his palm and the feeling of the other boy's hot breath on his neck. "God, you're so hard, baby. Love feeling you like this. Look so fucking beautiful when you're turned on."

Writhing uncontrollably, Blaine groaned at the pleasure of Damien's touch and those heated words. Not being in his right mind in the slightest, it would have been deceptively easy to give in to his desires and surrender himself completely to Damien. It was what the other boy had always wanted, and yet the part of him that still loved Kurt no matter what had happened screamed NO - STOP! For the moment Damien's caressing hand was enough, and Blaine reveled in his touch. His lips scored across his ex-boyfriend's throat, his breath quickening and his limbs spasming. "Oh god... I'm close..." he warned, shocked at how quickly Damien was bringing him to climax.

"Let it happen," Damien soothed. There wasn't much point in holding back. They hadn't been the rest of the night. He couldn’t believe they'd made out in such a relatively public place with nothing but an unlocked door between them and the world. Now that they were in a locked bedroom, he was more than happy to indulge completely. "Let go. You need it, baby." Blaine was drawn tight as a bowstring, and Damien wanted to feel the way he would relax at the point of climax, the quick tension and the blissful relaxation that followed.

"Ohhh!" Blaine moaned, twisting, sighing. "God," he whimpered, crazy with need. "The way... you... touch me..." Damien's heated strokes drove Blaine's desire to a fever pitch, ecstasy close to being wrenched from his aching body. He wanted to prolong it not only because it made him forget Kurt's betrayal but because it was so sweet, so powerful. Finally he couldn't wait any longer. Blaine arched, tense, and then he erupted in spasms of convulsive climax, a pulverizing orgasm that seemed to last forever, a moaning, undulating trance of profound pleasure that subsided only thirty seconds later to leave him gasping and quivering with aftershocks.

Damien couldn't stop placing gentle kisses on Blaine's lips, his chin, his neck. By the time Blaine had collapsed against him in a boneless heap, there was a smile on Damien's lips, and he rubbed his hand soothingly over the other boy's back. //Wish I didn't have to let you go,// he thought, the idea bringing a lump to his throat. But Damien was proud of himself for saying nothing. He wasn't going to ruin the few minutes that they did have. "Get some sleep. We'll worry about showering tomorrow, okay? You need the rest. Gonna be half dead tomorrow as it is."

Blaine needed no encouragement whatsoever. Emotionally and physically shattered, he was drifting off to sleep as soon as his eyes fluttered closed. Dead to the world, Blaine Anderson did not so much as stir during the night, and he remained wrapped up in Damien's arms well into morning.