Blaine wasn't really sure how he'd got in this situation. But he most definitely wasn't going to complain that Kurt's tongue was currently thrusting in his mouth and his hands were all over him. This was the first time they'd really seen each other in person since Christmas break and they were both desperate for it by now. Jerking off together on Skype just wasn't the same.

So Blaine had offered to pick Kurt up at the airport. Burt was busy in the garage, anyway, and Carole was sleeping through the day after a week of night shifts. Gladly, Blaine's parents were gone who knows where as per usual and they had the house to themselves. Not that he'd have cared even if they'd been there but it would have turned embarrassing really quickly because he sure as hell didn't possess the self-control to be quiet right now.

The minute they had been out of plain sight Kurt's lips had been on his and Blaine's mind had effectively shut down. They'd been kissing and groping and at one point, Kurt had him pushed up against the car, erections pressed together and moaning obscenely into each other's mouth right there in the middle of the parking lot. Granted, it was dark and there was no one around, but still. It probably should have made them stop but the thrill of possibly being caught just made them rut harder together.

Kurt had remembered he was wearing his best McQueen's seconds away from both of them coming in their pants and they had quickly pulled away and tried in vain to calm down. The drive to Blaine's house was pure torture and his pants were so tight it was painful all the time, his hard cock not softening in the least. That might have had something to do with the mental images of all the things he wanted to do to Kurt and wanted Kurt to do to him constantly playing in his mind.

The minute he'd turned off the engine they'd been out of the car and practically racing to the front door, Blaine cursing his shaking hands for making it so difficult to finally unlock it and shove Kurt into the dark hallway so he could have his wicked way with him. As usual, Kurt was quicker than him and Blaine found himself pressed up against the door the second it was shut, a tongue in his mouth and a hand palming him through his jeans. There was no room for words other than 'I love you' and 'I've missed you so much' and 'I want you so bad'.

Their clothes were off in record time and neither of them spent a thought on the fact that they were rutting against each other desperately against Blaine's front door. They'd been inside the house for no more than five minutes and already they were both covered in sweat and groaning, almost blind with lust and seconds away from a very much needed orgasm. Kurt moaned loudly in Blaine's mouth, the kiss nothing but teeth and too much tongue and saliva but perfect for the occasion.

When their lips left each other it was only for Kurt to bite down hard on Blaine's shoulder, pressing him into the door and gripping his thighs hard enough to leave bruises. It was more than enough to send Blaine over the edge and he came with a shout, white spurts covering both his and Kurt's chest and stomach. Three thrusts against Blaine's softening cock later that had him whimpering with oversensitivity and Kurt came, too, white hot pleasure coursing through his veins. Aftershocks still running through his now limp body, Kurt leaned heavily against Blaine, pressing him even further into the door.

Blaine laughed quietly, his forehead against Kurt's.

"Maybe we'll even get to the bedroom for the next round," he muttered, body heavy with satisfied warmth.

"You wish," Kurt giggled into his neck. There were five hours left until Burt and Carole expected them over for dinner and he planned on using them well.

"Anything specific in mind?" Blaine breathed against his ear, sounding so eager Kurt's cock twitched in a desperate and slightly painful attempt to get hard again already.

"You're about to find out. Patience is a virtue, Mr. Anderson." Kurt raised his head from its comfortable position in the crook of Blaine's neck to smirk at him. Blaine just growled in response, pulling Kurt even closer. Patience wasn't a concept he could handle with his gorgeous boyfriend pressed up against him, naked and sweaty and covered in their come.