He thought back to the play he’d seen earlier that night … to say it was mediocre would’ve been an insult to mediocrity, and his visions of Blaine suffering a similar fate at one of his students’ recitals was the only thing that had kept him in his seat. The college drama group in question needed all the support they could get, and if Kurt played his cards right, maybe someday they’d be performing one of his own works, so he felt an obligation to get to as many of their productions as he could. The fact that he’d never enjoyed a single one of them was just something he had to live with.

The couple had texted one another a few times during the play’s interval, and while they were just short messages, Kurt had reread them about ten times since he’d left the theatre. They were sweet, and full of love, even though that particular word still wasn’t being used on a regular basis, and Kurt once again felt himself reaching out for his phone to have just one more read over Blaine’s words.

An unexpected jingle of noise jolted Kurt in his seat, and he glanced around to find the cause of the sound. A familiar box had popped up on Kurt’s laptop screen, and his face broke into a huge grin – Blaine was video-calling him.

“Hey, you.” Blaine smiled as he appeared onscreen.

“Hi!” Kurt chirped, suddenly much more awake and bouncing where he sat.

“Someone looks happy.” Blaine laughed.

“Always … well, when I’m talking to you, anyway.”

“Aww – you’re sweet.” Blaine replied modestly. “I wish I could see that gorgeous smile in person … I miss you.”

“I know, me too.” Kurt sighed. “Oh, but Blaine … thank you so much again for the beautiful roses.”

“Haha – and thank you for mine. Can you believe we both bought each other the exact same bunch?” Blaine beamed.

“Yeah, that was kind-of spooky, I must admit.”

“We’re obviously just kindred spirits, perfectly in synch.” Blaine said, his face suddenly hardening. "Unless you're stalking me."

Kurt choked out a laugh. "Oh, I doubt it ... besides, you're way more likely to be the stalker than me."

"And how'd you come to that conclusion?" Blaine smirked.

"Because you're all dark and mysterious-looking. You'd look way better in a long raincoat and a little hat."

Blaine chuckled softly, his eyes lighting up as he edged a little closer to the webcam on his computer. "Damn ... you saw right through my disguise."

Kurt was staring at the screen, mesmerised by Blaine's eyes and completely oblivious to his last comment. "Umm ... hello? Earth to Kurt ..."

Kurt shook himself out of his reverie and smiled back goofily. "Oops - sorry!"

"That's OK." Blaine said with a wry smile of his own. "What-cha thinkin'?"

"Can't say." Kurt blushed. "It's R-rated at the very least."

"Oh, well then you have to say! Come on - out with it." Blaine grinned, the twinkle growing ever-brighter in his eyes.

"I ... well, I just ... god, it's your eyes!"

"What about them? Are they cruddy?" Blaine rubbed at his face a little. "I just showered ... are they all red from the shampoo?"

Kurt laughed gently and shook his head. "They're perfect. Better, in fact ... they tend to melt my insides though."

"Uh-oh ..." Blaine smirked. "Well, that can-not be good."

"It's perfectly good, thank you."

"So how is that R-rated?" Blaine added, coming even closer to the camera and batting his eyelashes in that way that Kurt loved so much.

"Stop that."

"Not unless you tell me what's getting you all hot under the collar."

"YOU! You are, alright Blaine?! With your stunning, twinkly eyes and your pretty lashes, and your dazzling smile, and your sexy, damp curls - and don't even get me started on the ass that won't quit!"

"You can't see my ass ..." Blaine replied with a hint of sassiness. "It could've quit a long time ago for all you know."

"That's it - get up!" Kurt ordered.

"Uh ... what?" Blaine replied, a little startled.

"Up ... and turn around."

"I ... um ... OK ..." He said sheepishly, rising from his chair and flashing Kurt a tantalising glimpse of thigh from below his boxers. He turned, but all Kurt could see was the small of his back.

"Move away from the camera a little more ... little further ... perfect." Kurt sighed as Blaine's rear finally came into view.

"Did it quit?" Blaine asked, bending over and turning his head back towards the screen, putting a finger to his lips suggestively.

Kurt rolled his eyes and fought back a groan. "Not at all. Now please come back and talk to me in a more civilised position."

"Baby, for you I'd get into any position, any time of day, and you'd never want for anything ever again." Blaine teased in a gravelly voice as he returned to his seat, a quite obvious bulge having appeared in his briefs.

"You OK there?" Kurt grinned, glancing down offscreen in the direction of Blaine's lap.

"Huh?" He said, looking down. "Oh, that ... kind-of a permanent fixture these days. I only have to think about you for a couple of seconds and there's all kinds of stuff going on down there."

Kurt's eyes widened, and something stirred deep in his belly. Truth be told, he pretty much felt the exact same way as Blaine did nowadays, but there was something about hearing him actually confess to it that was turning him on even more, if that was possible.

Blaine noticed Kurt's eyes darkening through the screen and sighed heavily. "God, I wish I could touch you right now."

"Me too." Kurt whined, adjusting his sweatpants as more blood ran south. "But, how about ... in my absence ...?"

"Kurt Hummel - are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?!" Blaine gasped, his mouth turning into a deliciously cheeky smirk.

"Might be." Kurt whispered, licking his lips.

"I will if you will." Blaine quirked his eyebrows, his eye-line never leaving Kurt's mouth.

"Have you ever ...?" Kurt said, a hint of nerves in his voice.

"Nope." Blaine said without a hint of shame, his eyes now fixed on Kurt's yet again, almost boring into his soul. "You?"

Kurt shook his head. "Never."

"First time for everything." Blaine added with a wink.

"So, where should we ... uh ... start?"

Blaine smiled. "Would you take off your shirt for me? Please? I love looking at the contours of your chest."

Kurt shrugged, happy to comply with such a simple request. His undershirt was off in seconds, nipples piqued with arousal.

"You OK? Not too cold?" Blaine asked as he glanced through the screen at Kurt's naked chest.

"God, no." Kurt said, nodding back at Blaine with a wicked grin. "But I'm not doing this alone. So strip for me, honey!"

Blaine didn't need asking twice. He whipped off his tee-shirt and stood up, shimmying his boxers down his hips, just out of view of the camera. Kurt whined.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked with a frown.

"I missed it." Kurt pouted.

"What? Oh, the shorts? Well, I could put them back on and do it again if you'd like ...?"

"No, it's OK ..." Kurt smiled gently, his cheeks reddening more and more in the soft light of the living room. "Just ... sit back a little for me, would you?"

"What ... like this?" Blaine teased, leaning back in his chair brazenly, the tip of his hard-on appearing into Kurt's view.

"Perfect." Kurt sighed, momentarily transfixed on the bottom of the screen in front of him.

Jesus Christ, I can't even ...

As if by magic, Blaine's cock bobbed involuntarily, and Kurt let out a deep moan.

"How're you feeling, baby?" Blaine whispered, inching one hand slowly down his body and bringing it to rest at the top of his thigh.

Kurt bit down on his lip and whimpered a little, his own hand jumping to his crotch before he even realised what he was doing. He palmed at the fabric, rubbing the heel of his hand down hard over the bulge and keening as the friction sent shockwaves through his body.

"That would feel so much better without the sweats, Kurt." Blaine growled, his fingers now stroking at the hairs below his navel, moving dangerously close to the tip of his cock but never quite touching it.

Kurt nodded quickly, and dragged his pants carefully over his erection and off his hips while still seated, somehow still feeling self-conscious even though his boyfriend was painfully naked on the other side of the screen.

"Better?" Blaine breathed softly.

"Much." Kurt sighed. "Not too sure what to do now, though." He said, adjusting his position on the couch until he felt comfortable.

"To be honest, you could just stay like that pretty much for the rest of time, and I'd be happy."

"Haha. Am I ... um ... fully in view?" Kurt stammered out.

"Ohh yeah." Blaine nodded slowly. "God, Kurt - you're just this hot mess of an angel!"

"Shut up, I am not!" Kurt laughed, feeling his body flush again under Blaine's scrutiny.

"Oh, but you are ... and you promise you're all mine?"

"Every last inch." Kurt smiled, finding his confidence again and arching his back, stroking a finger lazily up the side of his hard-on and glancing up at the screen through his lashes.

"Fuck." Blaine groaned under his breath, his eyes rolling back into his head. "This is gonna be over way too quickly if you keep doing stuff like that."

"Just go with it, baby ... I don't care how long it takes if it makes you feel good." Kurt replied, continuing to stroke gently. He watched as Blaine clutched around his own cock with those nimble fingers of his, mesmerised by the way they twisted and teased at the delicate flesh beneath. He swiped his thumb over the head, smearing a little pre-come down the shaft as he went. Kurt writhed at the sight and grabbed at himself forcefully with both hands, tugging sharply. "Christ, Blaine ... I wanna taste you so badly." He growled.

"You want me to fuck your mouth and spill down your throat?" Blaine gasped, quickening the pace of his hands. "Or would you rather lick it off me and then make me taste it too?"

"Oh god ... all of it ... shit, you're making me so hot!" Kurt's voice was becoming husky, a light sheen of sweat coating his skin as he pumped his fist with long, purposeful strokes.

"Where d'you want me next, Kurt? Tell me all the things you want to do to me ..." Blaine urged, breath laboured and face flushed, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"I want to be back in that shower ..." He drawled. "I want suck you so hard you think you're about to explode, and then I ... mmmmm ... I want you to lift me off my feet and pound me against the wall until your arms and legs give way."

"Holy fuck, I want that too!" Blaine exclaimed, a bead of sweat inching down the side of his cheek as he worked himself into even more of a frenzy. "I can't wait to be inside you, Kurt ... you have no idea how much I wanna fill you up."

"I know, baby ... I know ..." Kurt gasped, his face contorting as he felt himself edge closer and closer to release.

"Come for me, Kurt. Let me watch you fall apart." Blaine breathed, his words hushed and needy. Kurt's hips jerked suddenly and he came hard, thick white streaks painting his chest and hand, and as he cried out something vaguely resembling Blaine's name, he too gave an ecstatic groan and fell back against his chair, riding out his orgasm with a soft, satisfied smile on his face.

The two men panted and whimpered breathlessly as they came down from their joint high, Blaine sighing blissfully when he caught sight of his boyfriend, totally wrecked, on the screen before him.

"You OK there, tiger?" Blaine smiled, a wave of tiredness washing over him.

"Hmmm ..." Was all that Kurt could manage. He opened one eye and glanced down at the sticky mess that covered most of his upper body. "Where are you when I need you to clean me off though?"

"Ohh, don't ..." Blaine whined. "You have that incredibly sexy, post-coital glow, and I don't even get to kiss you goodnight."

Kurt laughed, pointing at his chest. "This is not sexy, Blaine."

"It's the sexiest thing on this planet as far as I'm concerned. You're a work of art, Kurt ... and I still can't quite believe you're mine."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're insane ... and you need another shower."

"Insane about you." Blaine said with a cheesy grin. "... And yes, I do. You have a habit of making me need to take two at a time, Mr. Hummel."

Kurt slumped heavily against the cushion behind him with a pout. "I hate saying goodbye to you."

"Me too. It's never 'goodbye' though ... just 'see you later'."

"I don't like later either." Kurt huffed.

"Awww, sweetie - please don't do that. There's always tomorrow." Blaine soothed, even though he was feeling much the same as his boyfriend about not being with him right now.

"That's true." Kurt said, his lips quirking into a smile, followed by a yawn he couldn't hold back.

"OK, you - shower and bed. And that's an order." Blaine demanded, a raise of Kurt's eyebrows making him emphasise his words.

"And what will you do to me if I don't?" He smirked.

"That would be telling." Blaine winked and couldn't help but laugh. They shared a few moments just gazing at one another.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby." Kurt sighed as he sat up tentatively.

"And many more." Blaine replied with a sweet, happy smile. He blew kisses at the screen and Kurt mimed catching them. "So tomorrow then?"

"Until tomorrow, my love ..." Kurt crooned, waving sadly as Blaine tilted his head and mouthed 'see ya, sexy' before signing off.

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