Blaine is doing his best to get through this last hour before he’s to sneak out down to Kurt’s room. He’s already explained things to his roommate who takes it all in stride and who offers to help cover him if the need arrives, but neither of them expects a problem. So now Blaine is just sitting on the end of his bed, cross legged, and listening to Neon Trees which turns out not to be the best decision because the lyrics are painting vivid pictures in his mind. He’d already wrapped up his homework, taken a shower, tried to read, and bugged his roommate until he was asked to kindly shut up. So music was really all he had left and he took to staring at the clock.

When 10:55pm rolled around at last Blaine shot his roommate a final glance, was waved off by said roommate, and quietly peered out into the hall. When he didn’t see anyone out and about he slipped into the hall and shut the door behind him. Then he walked as silently as he could down to Kurt’s room. Since t wasn’t as late as last time he had to be especially careful. Other students or even a faculty member could be lurking just around the corner. There turned out to be no one and Blaine cautiously tapped on Kurt’s door.

Kurt answered and stepped back to let Blaine n and then he too was quiet as he shut and locked his door. Both of them seemed hesitant for a moment and grinned shyly at one another. Blaine took note of the ambient music playing softly in the background. He didn’t recognize it immediately but it was somehow soothing. Kurt was pretty much a genus when it came to mood music and his talent had not let him down tonight.

Blaine smiled and then they were walking toward one another, closing the distance between them. Everything was so different from the other night, and from other times they’d been alone too for that matter. Tonight they were here with eyes and arms wide open and there was no reason to rush. They reached for each other at the same time, Kurt’s arms winding around Blaine’s neck and Blaine’s around his waist until they were nose to nose and just breathing in one another. Then they were kissing. Slowly, carefully, lips lingering against one another softly.

The kiss only deepened when Kurt shifted his head to the right and tangled his fingers into the back of Blaine’s hair. Blaine sighed against him and they walked clumsily sideways until they feel down on the bed, arms still around each other. They rolled so that Kurt was beneath Blaine and Blaine was straddling Kurt’s hips. Their tongues danced and fought for control but in the end Blaine relaxed and let Kurt plunder his mouth, seeking out each crevice and plane, massaging Blaine’s tongue and tasting every bit of him. Blaine thought he might combust just from that.

Blaine’s hands now sought out Kurt’s silky hair, made softer than usual by a recent washing and a lack of hairspray, and he ran his hands through it repeatedly, unable to even grab hold because he couldn’t get enough of the way the locks slid through his fingers. He gasped against Kurt’s mouth and Kurt pulled back and pressed his forehead to Blaine’s. Both of them panted for air.

Kurt rolled them over until they were lying side by side and he pulled back enough to look Blaine in the eye. His normally bright eyes practically smoldered at Blaine and his pupils were blown so wide it surprised him. Blaine ran a finger down Kurt’s cheek and across his bottom lip. Kurt’s lips were swollen and red from their kissing and Blaine couldn’t stop staring. As if he were reading Blaine’s mind, Kurt leaned back n and took Blaine’s mouth once more. This time there was no sweetness only white heat that sizzled down Blaine’s spine and gathered low in his belly.

Soon kissing wasn’t enough, despite the fact that they weren’t trying to race against parents arriving home or someone seeing them in their car. Kurt lifted Blaine’s leg over his own and tugged him tight to his body and then he began rocking his hips forward as they had discussed before. It wasn’t anywhere close to the same as when they’d had no clothes separating them, but that didn’t mean it was bad. Actually the friction of the clothes and the fact that they were so close and still unable to feel flesh made Blaine shiver all over. He knew what Kurt’s cock felt like against his own and he could imagine that sensation now so clearly with Kurt’s hardness pressed right to his own.

A moan erupted from Kurt’s mouth into Blaine’s and Kurt pulled back, his wide eyes searching Blaine’s. “It’s not enough. I need more, please, Blaine.” Kurt didn’t wait for an answer but kissed Blaine once more, hard, before pulling back again. “Give me more.” He whispered.

Blaine wasn’t exactly sure what Kurt wanted but he was willing to give him anything. He has a couple of guesses based on what Kurt had said he was comfortable with but before Blaine could ask or make a move, Kurt was undoing the drawstring to his pants. Okay. That’s… his brain struggled to keep up. Kurt was back to searching Blaine’s eyes and Blaine thought he might be waiting for some sort of acknowledgement so Blaine just nodded and then he had to bite his lip as Kurt’s hand fumbled between their bodies.

Kurt pulled back enough then that he was able to get Blaine’s pants undone and then he was slipping his hand inside the waistband and stroking Blaine over his boxers. It was all Blaine could do to just lay there and not push himself right into Kurt’s hand again and again until he came like he wanted to. Kurt’s palm was hot as it drug over his length and then he began sliding his finger and thumb around the edges of Blaine. As for Blaine, he was murmuring what he hoped were encouragements but he had no real idea what he was saying, especially not once Kurt slid into his boxers and took his cock in his hand.

His hand was only there a moment when he pulled it back out of Blaine’s pants and Blaine whimpered n protest, but stopped when he realized what Kurt was doing. Kurt licked his palm twice, slowly; then slid it right back down and around Blaine’s hard on. The sight of Kurt doing that combined with the slick wet sensation it created was almost enough to get Blaine to come right then, but he forced himself to hang on, he wasn’t ready for this to be over.

“God Blaine.” Kurt murmured against his mouth and then they were kissing again and Blaine’s hips were rolling forward into Kurt’s hand even though he’d wanted to lie still.

“Mmm nnnng.” Was all Blaine could get out. Kurt’s hand was fantastic, tight when it needed to be, looser as it raised up again, twisting every so often, and just when Blaine didn’t think he could handle any more Kurt’s thumb would swipe over the head and make him cry out.

Blaine needed something though, he needed something more and he didn’t know why until he realized that he needed his hand on Kurt’s dick too. He needed Kurt to come with him and then t would be perfect. Not being able to actually speak much made getting his point across somewhat difficult, but Kurt eventually understood and whispered, “Yesss.”

Then they were jerking each other off together, finding a rhythm that worked for both of them. Their foreheads were pressed together because they couldn’t catch their breaths and they gasped and moaned almost at the same time. It was so good, too good, and Blaine could feel that heat tightening his balls and pushing him toward a precipice. He was going to come and soon but he wanted to take Kurt there with him. Blaine sped his hand up and made his fist just a little bit tighter until Kurt was almost thrashing against him.

“Uhng, oh, oh, mmm close Blaine. You’re gonna make me come.” Kurt gushed, his voice tight.

“Yes, Kurt, god, come with me!” Blaine cried out as his orgasm took him over and he came hard just as Kurt went rigid in his arms and did the same. They pushed and gripped and rocked for a few seconds more and then collapsed with their arms around each other as they came down from their high.

Eventually the need to clean up overtook them both and they slipped from each others arms and wiped themselves clean with the towels Kurt had by the bed. Then they sat together kissing slowly until it was time for Blaine to get back to his room.

“Sleep tight.” Kurt told him fondly.

“You too.” Blaine said, as he slipped back out into the darkened hall and back down to his room.

Both of them slept very soundly that night.