And his face, seriously, it’s the kind of face that makes straighter-than-straight, holier-than-thou grown men uneasy and sweaty because those feelings they suddenly have are not right and it’s the first time it happens to them. They probably go home and have dub-con sex with their wives-dash-secretary-dash-woman-they-consider-inferior to make up for how Kurt Hummel’s face affected them.

So, of course, everyone in the industry hates him. Seeing his name alongside yours only means one thing: as hard as you’ll try, he’ll steal the show.

When he first heard about him, Blaine thought people were exaggerating. He knows how models get, he knows the competition, he’s been around for long enough – not that long, mind you – to suspect the whole thing to only be a bad case of rumours being intensified. Yes, he expected the kid to have a terrible personality because he’s too pretty and too famous for his own good and he’s definitely too young to be able to juggle all of this like a grown adult – like Blaine does, that is – but he never thought he would awaken murderous ideas in Blaine.

The first time they met was for a Gap photoshoot. Not the most glamorous thing Blaine had done – far from it – but it paid and it would put his face in every mall in America, so yeah, whatever, and the clothes were comfortable for once. Plus, he’d been told the catering was always amazing and he was not one to turn down free food.

Blaine immediately noticed Kurt. It was hard not to, really. It was like everyone gravitated towards him, even as he was quietly sitting away from everyone, listening to his iPod and sipping a coffee. Their eyes met from across the room and a perfectly groomed eyebrow quirked in amusement and what looked a lot like interest flashed on his perfectly proportioned features.

As Kurt got up and headed in Blaine’s direction, Blaine noticed the nonchalance that punctuated his movements and whether it was natural or had been acquired through years of self-monitoring, he couldn’t tell. And mostly, Blaine was focusing on his posture to avoid looking at his legs for too long. Long, thin but muscular; as soon as they would put Kurt in skin-tight jeans, Blaine had a feeling a lot of people would lose their coherency. Him included.

Kurt walked right past him to go talk to Blaine’s manager, and oh, great, they shared a manager. Blaine took a subtle step back to be able to hear the conversation. He shouldn’t have.

“Who’s that?” Kurt asked in a cold voice.

“That’s Blaine Anderson. I told you you’d be working with him today.”

“That’s Blaine Anderson? Where did you find him, in the list of understudies for walk-in roles in The Hobbit?” Turning to Blaine and seeing he’d been eavesdropping, Kurt let out a dry laugh. “You look taller in pictures.”

“And you look skinnier. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Blaine snapped back before walking away.

They ended up taking too many pictures together because apparently they ‘look so good together, yes, yes, a little closer, perfect’ and by the end of the day, Blaine had a very strong urge to strangle Kurt with the over-sized scarf he left the studio wearing. It was cold outside but not that cold, seriously, what a prick. He had spent the entire photoshoot directing insults at Blaine while trying to hog the spotlight and as they watched the end result, it was clear he had succeeded. No matter how good Blaine looked in the picture, it was impossible to look away from Kurt. The look of conceited satisfaction didn’t leave Kurt’s face.

Blaine managed to skillfully avoid Kurt for nearly two years after this first disastrous encounter. It would have continued if they hadn’t bumped into each other at a party in some loft in New York. He had no idea who was hosting it nor why it was being hosted in the first place, but he knew it couldn’t end well. In the two hours he had been there, Blaine had already seen five people doing lines of cocaine and there was a girl passed out in the bathtub.

He was headed for the improvised bar when someone crashed into him. Ready to let it slip and laugh it off, Blaine looked up and at once, his mood changed.

“Look where you’re going, or do you need me to find you stepladder so you can see above people’s heads?” Kurt snapped, pushing – literally pushing – Blaine back.

“Calm the fuck down, okay? Get out of my way.”

“Oh, I’m very scared, Anderson. You’re terrifying.”

Flipping him off, Blaine headed in the other direction, definitely in need of a drink, now. The knowledge that Kurt was present made Blaine jumpy and tensed so after another hour of polite strategical conversations, he escaped on the balcony. The cold March night air hit him and he tightened his arms around him. He was already cold but didn’t feel like going back in.

Blaine rested his forearm against the railing, looking at the street beneath him, getting lost in his thoughts. He had only just decided that the party wasn’t so bad after all when someone blew cigarette smoke in his face.

“You,” Blaine muttered when he saw it was Kurt. He was leaning against the railing, his back to the street and one arm against it, his ridiculously long legs stretched out and his upper body twisted, showing just how thin he was.

“Me,” he drawled, taking a long drag of his cigarette. He let his head fall back and blew the smoke up towards the sky. “Want one?” he asked when he noticed Blaine staring at him.

“Ew, no,” Blaine snarled, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, Christ, if you’re going to give me a speech about the poisonous effects of nicotine, don’t.”

“I bet no one told you it would ruin your complexion.”

“And why do you care? If I turn saggy and gray, it means you get more contracts. I smoke so I stay skinny. Haven’t you heard? All the cool kids do it. Well, of course you haven’t.” Kurt quirked his eyebrow with amusement before shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

“I don’t really consider you competition,” Blaine said with a dry laugh. It would be stupid to think he and Kurt were interchangeable and stupider to admit he was very aware that Kurt had the potential to steal contracts from him, and probably already had.

“You should, honey.” He flicked the ashes of his cigarettes off the balcony, turning to watch them fall down to the sidewalk, several floors lower.

They stayed silent for a long time, Kurt chain-smoking cigarettes as they watched the never-ending activity filling the streets below them.

“You don’t have to keep me company, you know,” Kurt said curtly. “You can go inside and find yourself a girl for the night. You should hurry up before they’re all too smashed to follow you.”

“Oh, believe me, I’m not staying here for you.”

Their eyes met and Blaine felt something tighten inside of him, something toeing the line between hate and lust. Shaking his head, he looked away and down at the street, feeling Kurt’s eyes linger on him.

“So the rumours are true, then.”

“Which ones? People do say an awful lot of things about me.”

“You know which ones.”

Blaine stayed silent, feeling like the air between him and Kurt was heavier. He risked a glance at him and saw that Kurt was staring straight ahead. All Blaine could see was his profile and his breath caught in his throat the more he studied Kurt’s face. He even made smoking look disturbingly attractive, which might have to do with the way his lips wrapped around the cigarette and almost sucked on it, and yeah, right, Blaine definitely shouldn’t follow this train of thought.

Blaine was taken out of his thoughts when Kurt crushed his cigarette on the railing and flicked it off the balcony before turning so his hip his pressed against the cold metal. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Blaine coldly.

“Jesus Christ you’d think we’re in high school again. If you’re going to make a move on me, now’s the time, otherwise I’ll get back inside and find someone else.”

“And what makes you think I want anything to do with you?” Blaine snapped. Kurt looked like he’d been slapped and that only fueled Blaine’s hatred for him. “You’re not being told no very often, are you?”

“Yeah, you won’t catch me being charitable ever again if that’s the way people thank you, jeez.”

“You were being charitable? Please. You can’t be that full of yourself, Hummel. In what world do you live?”

“The same as you, but instead of passively waiting for shit to happen to me, I work for it. This is why I have a successful career and you’re still in the exact same place you were last year, Anderson.” His voice started getting higher with every word he said, his eyes shooting daggers. “I’m going to Europe, did you hear? Apparently they’re all crazy for androgynous faces, or whatever bullshit they used to sell me over there. How’s next season’s Gap collection?”

Blaine stormed inside without answering. Five minutes later, he was furiously trying to hail a cab, the need to get away making him feel sick. Being reminded that his career was not going as well as he’d hoped when he first started never failed to make him feel terrible.

He finally stopped one and as he looked back at the building one last time, he saw Kurt was still on the balcony. As he got inside the cab, Blaine had the sickening certitude that Kurt was looking down on him with his eyebrow raised in amusement.

The next time he saw Kurt, he wondered how he would manage to not punch his face off. A year had passed and, with Kurt away in Europe, Blaine’s career exploded, his manager finally putting energy into promoting him. But he was back and they had been booked on the same fashion show, and Blaine was in a terrible mood before he even got there.

Kurt pointedly ignored Blaine before the show started, instead sitting with some new faces Blaine had never seen before. Flirting with them. Openly and explicitly flirting with them. At once, after Blaine had spent too much time staring in their direction, they all looked at Blaine at the same time before laughing and Blaine felt anger and hate bubbling inside of him, all of it worsened when he saw that Kurt had an amused smile on his face.

He was expected to befriend Kurt. He had no problems with the other models he sometimes had to work with. All of them were, yes, a bit annoying, but he could deal without too much problems. And it wasn’t like everyone hated Kurt as much as he did, either. He got along very well with others; he didn’t have friends, as per say, but at least no one seemed to want to murder him.

By the time the show started and they had to begin running around to get changed before leaving for the catwalk again, Blaine had convinced himself that paying Kurt too much attention was a bad thing. He had followed his career from afar for the past year and it hadn’t done him any good. He had to get this guy out of his head. Yes, it might ruin some opportunities for him if that meant avoiding him, but he definitely could do without a source of perpetual anger in his life.

This was what Blaine was telling himself as he saw Kurt come out as he headed off the catwalk. Their eyes met as they crossed and it was like every nerve ending in Blaine’s body fired off at the same time. He felt his breath catch in his chest and he forgot where he was or what the hell he was supposed to be doing, instead taking a few backwards steps to keep looking at Kurt, at his ass in those unholy pants, at his everything which was suddenly making his mind reel when seconds ago, he wanted to keep him out of his life forever.

And the way Kurt looked at him, with eyes scorching and full of what looked a lot like lust barely disguised by annoyance, Blaine couldn’t have dreamed it. It was the only explanation to how his stomach twisted and his heart sped up.

That look haunted him for hours afterwards, occupying his thoughts and driving him mad. It was Kurt Hummel, for heaven’s sake, and that Blaine had the stupidity to think he had meant it, that it wasn’t all an act, was foolish. It was all an act. It had to be. They hated each other.

“You liked my pants, huh?” Kurt whispered in his ear during the after-party. He had appeared out of nowhere and pressed himself against Blaine’s back, his hands holding Blaine’s hips tightly. It took Blaine by surprise and he nearly dropped his glass. “Don’t think I didn’t see how you looked at me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Blaine said airily, his eyes darting around the room in search of an escape route.

“You should know you’re not the first to be mesmerised by me. It’s perfectly normal.” Kurt let go of him to step in front of Blaine, resting his weight on one leg so his hips cocked to one side. He sipped at his glass and looked at Blaine through his eyelashes, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“To be honest, I was surprised they managed to squeeze your fat ass in pants that tight,” Blaine snapped.

Kurt’s face fell and he gave Blaine a look that resembled the one he had given him on the catwalk, only this time there was the hint of something dangerous as well. “You’re an asshole.”

“Wow, I’m used to much more elaborate insults coming from you, are you tired? Maybe you should give everything up and find a career that’s more relaxing?”

“You never could deal with competition,” Kurt snapped, rolling his eyes. “And I’m not tired, I’m just keeping my best insults for people who deserve it.”

Blaine blinked and turned his head to the side to watch Kurt curiously. Had he really just said he didn’t think Blaine deserved to be treated like shit? Well, then.

“Are we impersonating animals, now?” Kurt cooed sarcastically. “Let me guess, you’re an owl!”

“And what are you? A kitten? With your tiny little claws, trying to scare me?”

“I’m not a kitten, honey, I’m a tiger,” Kurt huffed, sipping his drink with a dignified look on his face.

Blaine snorted a laugh and shook his head. “Adorable.”

Kurt quirked his eyebrow. “Fuck you.” Another sip.

“Are you even old enough to drink?”

“We’re the same age.”

Blaine’s eyes widened before he could try to keep a straight face. “You look twelve, man.”

“Mm.” Kurt frowned at his now empty glass. “Didn’t you know? Paedophilia is very in this year,” he deadpanned. “You should get me another drink if we’re going to do the whole ‘talking to each other’ thing.”

Blaine wouldn’t be able to explain why he simply nodded and set off for the bar, coming back a few minutes later with two drinks in his hands. He still hated Kurt, that much he was sure of, but there was something fascinating about him that he couldn’t really put his finger on. Besides, according to everyone he knew, he was more than due to act impulsively and do terrible mistakes.

“Do you want to go someplace more quiet?” Kurt asked as soon as Blaine handed him his glass and, once again, his eyes widened. “Oh my god, you are such a male, I meant somewhere we’ll be able to hear each other.”

They had the time to finish their drinks before they found somewhere quiet enough to talk. Helped by Kurt’s height – he pulled down the fire escape ladder – they climbed to the roof and stood side by side, watching the thousands of lights all around them.

“We live in a beautiful city, Kurt,” Blaine whispered.

“Ugh, if you’re one of those sentimental drunks, you better fucking go away, Anderson.”

Blaine waited for a beat so he wouldn’t blurt out something rude. “Why are you always such an ass?” he finally asked, glancing at Kurt.

“Oh, am I hurting your feelings?” When Blaine stayed quiet, Kurt sighed. “Because you’re only interesting when you’re shouting abuse at me. Otherwise you’re terribly bland.”

“Really?”

“No, I just hate your fucking face,” Kurt snapped and dug in his pocket, his body contorting as he tried to get the pack of cigarettes out of it. He lit one, handing the pack to Blaine. “Still a boring health freak?”

Blaine ignored him, instead taking a step closer to the edge. Kurt was by his side soon after, invading Blaine’s personal space. The smell of stale cigarette smoke filled Blaine’s nostrils and he scrunched up his nose. “What do you want?”

“Is your apartment closer than my hotel room?”

Blaine let out a chuckle and shook his head. “Very funny.”

“I’m serious. I was serious a year ago and I’m serious now.”

Blaine squinted at Kurt, taking a step away. “You hate me.”

“Of course I do. The thing is, you’re undeniably attractive and I know you think I am, too. I saw you looking, I told you. And not only tonight. You think I’m hot, Anderson.”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “And what makes you think I want to have sex with you?”

“Everyone wants to.” Kurt took a step closer so he could whisper in Blaine’s ear. “I’ll let you top. I’ve been told that’s kind of your thing.” With that, he put his hand on Blaine’s crotch and palmed his cock through the denim slowly. “Mm? What do you say?” Kurt’s teeth caught his earlobe and Blaine gasped quietly before taking a step back and away from Kurt.

“You’ve talked about me with other people? For someone who hates me, you seem so very interested in my actions,” Blaine snarled.

“Says the guy who’s been following my European career. Don’t make that face, everyone knows. People talk, Blaine, that’s what they do. I didn’t even have to ask, people are ever so willing to gossip,” Kurt replied loudly.

Blaine mouthed ‘my European career’ to mock Kurt, which made him huff and walk off. “Are you coming?”

Blaine stood still. He watched Kurt who, given the distance and the poor lighting, was only a dark silhouette, and then realised that he literally had nothing to lose if he followed him. Besides, he knew guys who would cut their own arm off to have sex with Hummel.

They made it to the cab without fighting, but as soon as they were inside the bickering started again and when they stopped in front of Blaine’s place, the driver gave them a knowing smirk and punctuated his farewells with a wink. It offended Kurt, who walled himself into a frustrated silence that lasted until Blaine shut the door to his apartment behind him.

“Do you have anything to drink? I’m suddenly realising I can’t do this sober.”

“The door’s over there,” Blaine said with a sigh.

Kurt rolled his eyes, toed off his shoes and headed for the kitchen. Blaine heard him opening several cabinets, his reactions getting more exasperated as he couldn’t find what he was looking for.

“No alcohol at all? You’re even more boring than what they say.”

“No one’s forcing you to stay.”

Kurt laughed at that, a clear sound that illuminated his features for a brief instant. “You’re not getting rid of me this easily, sweetheart.”

Blaine was beyond being angry at Kurt. As he watched him look around the apartment, criticising everything he saw and mocking Blaine’s taste, what he felt was exasperation and fatigue. Blaine was about to kick Kurt out when he shrugged off his jacket and crossed the room to stand in front of Blaine.

“We’ve wasted enough time already. Where’s your bedroom?” His voice was breathy and deeper than usual, which stirred something in Blaine.

“Follow me.”

Kurt leered at Blaine when he walked passed him to go to his room and yes, okay, Blaine could do this. He totally could.

As soon as they had entered the room, Kurt pushed Blaine towards the bed and forced him to sit down, straddling his thigh and putting his hands on his shoulders, a crooked grin on his face. Before Kurt could open his mouth to said something snarky that would inevitably anger him, Blaine leaned up and kissed Kurt, his hands leaving the mattress to settle on Kurt’s hips, gripping tight.

Kurt kissed back, holding the back of Blaine’s head with one hand as the other travelled between their bodies to start on the buttons of Blaine’s shirt. Blaine let out a strangled noise, which caused Kurt to break the kiss and laugh.

“Oh my god, already? Will I have to gag you?”

With a groan, Blaine hauled Kurt off his lap and laid him on the bed, smirking when Kurt let out a yelp and clung to his shirt. Blaine moved him up the bed until he was against the pillows and then settled above him on all fours. He reached to the side to turn on the lamp on his nightstand and a soft, yellow light filled the room. He looked down on Kurt and when their eyes met, he once again felt his stomach tighten. The air stood still for a moment as the two of them seemed to be holding their breath.

After a few more seconds, Kurt sighed, rolled his eyes and yanked Blaine down by grabbing the front of his shirt. Blaine crashed on top of him and when he tried to get off, Kurt held him in place, kissing him again.

It was rough and messy and definitely not what Blaine usually liked but he never really had sex with someone he loathed before, so. Even when their hips started grinding together, Blaine couldn’t help but be annoyed at everything Kurt did, from the gasps that escaped his plump lips to his stupid eyes sending his mind reeling every time they met Blaine’s.

“Seriously, high school,” Kurt snapped in a breathless voice. He pushed on Blaine until he rolled off and immediately, Kurt got on top of him, straddling his hips and smirking down at Blaine.

“Looks like I’m be the one who’ll have to do the gagging,” Blaine replied, his hands twitching as Kurt worked open the buttons of Blaine’s shirt and pushed his hands under the fabric, moving it off his chest.

“You know, hooking up with male models means no surprise at all, huh. I’ve seen pretty much everything already. And honestly? I wonder why I still decided to do it. I guess I love being disappointed.” Kurt held Blaine’s right nipple between his index finger and thumb and twisted it, smirking proudly when Blaine groaned.

Blaine gripped Kurt’s wrists tight enough to make him wince. “You shut up, now.”

“Make me.”

Blaine let go of his wrists and moved his hand to palm Kurt through his jeans, eliciting a hum from Kurt and making him rock his hips forward. Blaine kept this up until Kurt let out a low moan and batted his hand away to unbutton his pants, undoing the zipper and quickly taking off his shirt. He then sat up on his knees to push his pants and underwear down. Blaine smirked when he saw that Kurt was already hard and that earned him a punch to the arm and a glare. After a few seconds of fighting with his pants, Kurt stood up on the bed to take them off completely. Blaine’s breath hitched at the sight and his cock twitched painfully in the confines of his skinny jeans.

“Someone’s eager,” Blaine commented, undoing his own pants and lifting his hips to wriggle out of them.

“It’s not like I want to spend more time than entirely necessary with you,” Kurt replied coldly as he knelt down and got on all fours over Blaine.

Blaine grabbed his hips once more, his fingers digging into soft flesh and he found himself stroking his skin almost reverently. Kurt shifted his weight to his elbows and kissed Blaine again, sucking his bottom lip between his and dragging his tongue along it. It made Blaine’s cock twitch again and he moved his hand down Kurt’s skin until he could grip his ass and pull him down. Their cocks brushed and Blaine bit his lip to stifle a moan while Kurt gasped. Blaine used the leverage his hands on Kurt’s ass gave him to pull his hips down as he pushed his own up.

“So,” Kurt panted, grinding down. “Does my offer still suit you?”

Blaine frowned at him before he remembered and oh god. “Yes, yes, it does,” he replied breathlessly, his hands moving up Kurt’s side, mapping out the soft curve of his hips and the sharp edges of his ribcage. Not that he really cared, really, but Kurt was kind of ridiculously gorgeous and it was hard to resist.

Kurt sat up and nodded, an annoying smirk distorting his features. “You have—”

“Top drawer,” Blaine answered, waving in the direction of his nightstand.

Kurt stretched to get it without moving off Blaine, his muscles flexing and Blaine stared. Kurt was all long expanses of pale skin and taunt muscles and if it weren’t for his awful personality, Blaine would be very scared of falling in love.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” Kurt snapped. Yeah, not falling in love any time soon.

After gathering the bottle of lube and a condom, Kurt moved off Blaine and got on his back, putting the supplies on Blaine’s chest and looking at him with a perfect ‘annoyed-model’ pout. It was so similar to what he usually did in pictures that Blaine burst out laughing.

“Your fucking face,” Blaine gasped, laughing even more when Kurt made an offended sound and glared.

“Fuck you.”

“Mm, maybe later,” Blaine said lightly, sitting up and crawling on his knees across the bed, his laughter dying down as he neared Kurt.

Blaine nudged Kurt’s legs apart and settled between his thighs, reaching up and stroking Kurt’s cock a few times. It was right there, you know, and just. Sex, okay? No softening up for Kurt or anything. Kurt’s hips twisted up and he threw his head back, his breath hitching.

As he kept this up, Blaine used his free hand to stroke his own cock, grunting when he saw that Kurt was staring at him intently. Blaine held Kurt’s eyes until he twisted his hands on the upstroke and caused the two of them to gasp. Kurt threw his head back and gripped the bedspread, his chest rising up and down rapidly.

Blaine quickly uncapped the lube and squirted some in his hand. For a second, he considered warming it up but the annoyed click of tongue Kurt did convinced him otherwise. Scooting forward, he used his left hand to spread Kurt’s ass and Kurt moved his legs wider to the sides, shifting uncomfortably when Blaine stared for too long at the trail of precome Kurt’s cock left on his own stomach whenever he shifted. Blaine started by circling and stroking over his hole with a finger, teasing the sensitive skin and enjoying the soft gasps Kurt let out, until Kurt squirmed and cursed.

Blaine pushed his finger in without a warning and smiled with satisfaction when Kurt let out a yelp. “Shit, you fucking suck at this.”

“No, I’m quite good when I can stand the person I’m doing it to.”

Kurt pushed at Blaine’s side with his foot. He was obviously trying hard to look annoyed but it was slipping more and more as Blaine started thrusting his finger in and out. Without asking him, he added a second finger, relishing in the way Kurt gasped and squirmed. He lost no time adding the third one and this time Kurt cursed again, jabbing his heel at Blaine’s ribs.

“Ow,” Blaine said pointedly, pushing his leg away with his free hand.

“Well, ow,” Kurt snapped, moving his hips and closing his eyes when Blaine used the new angle to push his fingers deeper.

It wasn’t until Blaine crooked his fingers and brushed against Kurt’s prostate that Kurt gasped ‘I’m ready.’

Blaine took his fingers out at once and sat back on his heels, blindly pawing at the bed until he found the condom. He unwrapped it and rolled it on under Kurt’s watchful eyes and it was him who handed Blaine the lube, his pupils blown.

Blaine coated himself with a generous amount of lube before scooting forward and taking a deep breath. He looked up at Kurt and saw he was staring at him, his lips slightly parted. Slowly, almost gently, Blaine pushed his legs up and Kurt hooked his hands behind his knees.

Holding his cock, Blaine rubbed it a few times up and down Kurt’s crack, leaving the sensitive skin wet and glistening.

“Oh my god fuck me already,” Kurt snapped breathlessly.

“Be patient.”

“Fuck patience.”

“For the record, I really hate you,” Blaine said in a low voice as he lined up and slowly started pushing his cock in.

Kurt gasped and bit down on his lip. “The feeling’s mutual,” he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut when Blaine’s hip pressed against his skin. “Just—give me a moment,” he breathed out.

Blaine looked at him for a second before pulling his cock almost entirely out and thrusting back in roughly. Kurt shouted in pain and his eyes opened.

“I told you to wait!” he said angrily, his face flushing.

“Yeah, I know,” Blaine replied flippantly, thrusting in and out once more.

“Holy shit you’re a moron, fuck. That hurts.”

“Such a sob story, Hummel. Are you going tell your mommy I’ve been mean to you?”

“She’s dead,” Kurt growled, clenching around Blaine, who gasped and dropped his head forward.

“You want me to apologise or something?” Blaine said as he started building a rhythm, thrusting in and out roughly. For a while, all that could be heard was the sound of their skin slapping together and the occasional moan. “Kurt?”

“What?” he asked roughly.

“Nothing, jeez,” Blaine snapped, rolling his eyes. For a second or two he had considered apologising for being insensitive but that was not happening anymore.

Kurt let go of his legs and wrapped them around Blaine’s waist, his hands gripping Blaine’s shoulders to pull him closer and crash their lips together. The new angle forced Blaine to change the intensity of his thrust and he settled into grinding his hips against Kurt’s, his cock buried deep inside of him. Kurt had his tongue in Blaine’s mouth, exploring every inch of it and causing warmth to appear at the base of his spine. Blaine broke the kiss and started kissing down Kurt’s jaw, nibbling at the hint of stubble and dragging his lips along it. He then moved down to his neck, kissing and sucking angry red marks and he honestly didn’t care that Kurt was going to have to explain the hickeys.

Kurt was rocking his hips in rhythm with Blaine’s, trying to get him even deeper, to feel him even more, and whenever his writhing caused Blaine’s cock to brush against his prostate, he would gasp and clench his ass. Kurt’s nails were digging in the flesh of Blaine’s shoulder and the sting only turned him on more.

Blaine was close, he could feel warmth seeping through his veins and his thrusts became erratic. He pushed himself up so he could move harder, snapping his hips forward rough and quick. Kurt was moved up the bed with every thrust and all he could do was twist his hands in the bedspread and shut his eyes tightly. Blaine’s hips stilled as he came, his entire body tensing up and his breath catching in his chest.

With a shaky sigh, Blaine slowly pulled out and rolled on his back, his breath coming out ragged and quick. He wiped sweat off his forehead with his arm and let out a shaky breath. After a few minutes of lying motionless, Blaine took off the condom and threw it away, and he was ready to fall asleep right there and then.

“Hum, I’m still there,” Kurt said as he pushed at Blaine’s arm.

Blaine rubbed his eyes and grunted. “I know, otherwise this moment would be perfect.”

“I still haven’t come.”

“And how is this my problem?”

“Fine.” Kurt groaned in frustration. “I’ll deal on my own.” He rolled so he was half on top of Blaine, where he began humping his hip.

“What are you, a dog?” Blaine asked and Kurt slapped his side.

“Fuck you so much, Anderson.”

Sighing more for show than anything else, Blaine snaked his hand between their bodies and wrapped it around Kurt’s cock, who let out a shuddering breath and started kissing over Blaine’s collarbone. Blaine quickened his pace, his fist moving up and down Kurt’s length rapidly and he was kind of enjoying the gasps he let out against his skin. Without so much as a warning, Kurt came, his teeth sinking in Blaine’s flesh as his come streaked across Blaine’s fist and stomach.

Kurt was still for a moment, panting against Blaine’s skin, and then Blaine felt him lapping at the spot he had bitten.

“What are you doing?”

“I made you bleed.”

“That’s so fucking gross on so many different levels, seriously,” Blaine snapped, pushing Kurt away. He collapsed next to him on the bed and laughed under his breath.

Blaine was slowly drifting to sleep when he heard Kurt shifting next to him. Opening one eye, Blaine saw that Kurt was leaning over the edge of the bed and when he laid back again, he was holding his cigarettes.

“No, no, fuck you, you’re not smoking in my room. You’re not smoking in my bed, you’ll set the whole building on fire.”

“Ask me if I care,” Kurt snapped before lightning a cigarette and taking a long drag from it. He blew the smoke right in Blaine’s face, smirking proudly afterwards.

Blaine knew that talking might be a good thing but he couldn’t come up with anything to tell Kurt. He knew most of what would come out of his mouth would only worsen the situation so he stayed silent.

“Your pillow talk is charming,” Kurt commented after putting out his cigarette in a glass of water that had been abandoned on the nightstand. “Well, it’s been nice and all, but I really need to get out of here, now.” Kurt sat up and took his underwear from the floor, slipping them on.

“Stay,” Blaine said before he could stop it and seriously, what? He wanted nothing more than to get Kurt out of his life. Forever, preferably.

“Sorry, what? Oh, you big softy, have you developed a little crush on me? That’s completely normal, you know, I don’t blame you.”

Blaine groaned but stopped trying to hold him back. Once he was fully dressed, Kurt lingered at the foot of the bed, looking at Blaine with an intensity that made him squirm and want to cover himself.

“I’ll call you. Next time I’m bored. If that’s okay.” He paused. “Not that I care.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Blaine replied, waving his hand dismissively. Kurt nodded and turned, crossing the room in long strides. “Wait,” Blaine called.

Kurt stopped in the doorway and turned, his arms crossed over his chest. “What.”

Blaine had thousands of things to say but most of them he wasn’t ready to admit to himself, let alone to Kurt. He had done enough mistakes for the night. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, and opened it again. “Nothing.”

Kurt smiled briefly, a real smile that illuminated his features but strangely enough, made him less gorgeous than his usual annoyed frown, and then he was gone, the front door slamming shut. His entire body sore, Blaine rolled on his stomach and hugged a pillow to his chest, and if it smelled like Kurt, he pretended very hard that it didn’t affect him.