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Chapter 3

Blaine sat in English, replaying those few moments with Kurt over and over in his head. He was living a dream. He nibbled on the end of his pen and struggled to pay attention to what his teacher was saying. His skin felt naked where Kurt’s cool, soft hands had caressed it just moments ago. ‘God, his lips were soft,’ he thought.

“Anderson!” Puck whisper-yelled. Blaine snapped out of his trance and glanced over to where Puck’s desk was. Puck made eye contact with him, and then moved his gaze down to Blaine’s crotch, and then back up to his eyes. Blaine, confused, followed his gaze. ‘Oh, shit.’ Blaine hadn’t noticed before, but he was hard, his cock pressing hard against the soft material of his boxers and the rough denim of his skin-tight jeans. He worriedly eyed the clock mounted on the wall at the back of the room. ‘Seven minutes to go.’  He shifted in his desk, attempting to cross his legs to hide his boner. When that failed, he settled for taking off his letterman jacket and laying it across his lap. When the bell rang a few minutes later, Blaine was the first one out into the hall, his jacket draped over his arm carefully so that it just covered his crotch. Just as he was about to walk into the bathroom, Kurt called his name. He whipped around to see his piercing blue eyes staring at him. He was too busy looking at Kurt to notice that the jacket had shifted when he turned around. His boner was clearly visible. Kurt giggled and glanced down. Blaine looked down as well and turned bright red. Kurt burst out laughing, and grabbed Blaine’s hand. “Come on, Anderson,” he said, still chuckling. He led them to the janitor’s closet. “Not very romantic, but it’ll do,” He decided. “I hope that was from me,” He whispered, leaning in to kiss him. This time, Blaine took control. He pulled Kurt close to him, wrapping one arm around his waist, and buried his other hand deep into Kurt’s perfectly coiffed hair at the back of his head. Kurt’s silken lips nipped at Blaine’s earlobe, and Blaine exhaled loudly. “Need some help with this?” Kurt breathed, making his way back to Blaine’s lips and tugging at the waistband of his jeans. Blaine’s lips grazed against Kurt’s, and he moaned in agreement. Kurt reached down and unbuttoned Blaine’s pants, his lips never leaving Blaine’s.

“Wait,” Blaine pulled away. He tugged on the collar of Kurt’s button-down, “This is gonna have to come off.”

Kurt smirked. “Well, if it’s mandatory,” He teased, slipping it over his head.

Blaine stared, unable to tear his eyes away from the boy’s gorgeous porcelain skin. Kurt became self-conscious and looked down, crossing his arms. “Hey, hey, none of that,” Blaine coaxed, pulling Kurt’s arms apart. “You’re beautiful.” Kurt blushed.  Blaine placed his lips on Kurt’s, and Kurt placed his hand on the back of Blaine’s neck, just like he had the first time they kissed. “Mmm, I love when you do that,” Blaine murmured. He moved, tracing Kurt’s collarbone with light, gentle kisses. “So, how about that help?” he moaned into where Kurt’s collarbone met his neck.

“Absolutely,” he whispered, “but first…” he removed Blaine’s polo. He placed tiny, quick kisses down Blaine’s body, and kneeled, swiftly pulling down Blaine’s pants. He mouthed at his cock through his boxers, and Blaine moaned. Kurt grabbed onto the elastic of Blaine’s boxers with his teeth, and pulled them down. He lapped at Blaine’s cock, and placed small kisses up and down it. Grabbing onto his hips, he swirled his tongue around it and moaned deeply and loudly, so that it reverberated throughout Blaine’s body. Blaine wound his hands into Kurt’s hair, and started to thrust. Kurt’s throat relaxed around him. “Fuck, Kurt,” Blaine moaned. He was so close, and he thrust deeper and deeper into Kurt’s mouth. “Kurt, Kurt…I’m gonna-I’m so close, Kurt. Mmm, Kurt don’t stop.” Soon, he was coming, Kurt swallowing every bit of it. Blaine leaned back against the shelf as Kurt lapped up every last bit of him. Blaine fell to the floor, and Kurt sat next to him. Blaine was in a daze, and somewhere in the middle of it, Kurt’s lips found his. Blaine pushed Kurt down onto the cold concrete, and Kurt rolled them over so that he was in control. “Oh, you’ve done enough,” Blaine teased, smiling, and rolled them back over.