Author's Notes: Kurt sat at the end of the bar. Sipping his lager and watching as Blaine served what were evidently regular customers. He laughed and exchanged light heart-ed banter while pulling their pints. Kurt admired the way the muscles worked in his arms while he worked, and the easy smile he always wore. Blaine had always been a social person, so it only seemed fitting he should work in a bar while he was at college. Money was handed over and Blaine made his way back over to where Kurt was sitting, leaning over the bar and flashing a 100 watt grin at his boyfriend.

"When do you get off?" Kurt's voice was low and seductive, Blaine raised his eyebrows.

"Eleven, why?" He trailed a finger over Kurt's knuckles.

"Because it's kind of hot watching you work, that's why." He fluttered his eyelashes up to meet Blaine's gaze and watched as Blaine swallowed.

"Really? Well I can think of plenty of ways we can remedy that." Kurt smiled warmly as Blaine got called away to serve once again.

Last orders had been called and only a couple of regulars still remained while Blaine took all the taps off and logged off the register. He took the till drawer out as the last customers filtered out the doors calling cheery farewells as they went. He grabbed the keys and juggled his way to the doors. He was struggling to lock the door when Kurt appeared, taking the keys and locking it for him. Blaine pressed a grateful kiss to Kurt's cheek and proceeded upstairs to the office to cash up. Kurt wasn't far behind him and followed him into the small room, crowding him against the wall the minute the till had been set down safely.

"Fuck, you look so good in that uniform." He breathed, pulling at the black, monogrammed polo Blaine had been given his first day, nearly two years ago.

"God Kurt, you can't just - " He was cut off by Kurt's lips kissing him feverishly. Blaine moaned against his boyfriends lips and let his tongue press against them, begging for entry, which was granted instantaneously; their kiss deepened, each man savoring the moment. Blaine broke away from the kiss, gasping when Kurt attached his lips to his neck, sucking and licking the salty skin. Blaine's hands found their way under Kurt's shirt, pulling it out of his jeans and finding purchase on the soft skin of Kurt's back.

"Sit, God Blaine sit down!" Kurt's words were hurried while he pushed Blaine down into the computer chair, he sunk to his knees, popping open the button on Blaine's pants as he went. He groaned internally when he found Blaine wasn't wearing any underwear, he let his boyfriend's cock spring free and took it in his hand - eyes never leaving his face, watching Blaine's head fall back as Kurt stroked him, twisting his wrist every so often making Blaine unravel before him. Blaine groaned and Kurt took that as encouragement and slotted his lips over the head of his swollen cock applying suction before taking the rest of Blaine in his mouth until his cock hit the back of his throat. He flattened his tongue and drew it up the length, swirling it around the tip and pushing back down; judging by the noises now coming from Blaine he was doing a good job. Blaine buried his hands in Kurt's hair, guiding him into what felt good gently.

"Jesus fuck Kurt..." Kurt hummed in response and pressed his tongue just beneath the head of Blaine's cock, earning him a gasp and a tug on his hair. Kurt continued to work him over, using every trick he'd learned over the span of their relationship to drive Blaine crazy. Sure enough a choked off groan and an insistent pull to Kurt's hair and Blaine was coming, Kurt swallowing around him until he was well and truly spent. Kurt released Blaine's rapidly softening cock with a satisfied smirk and began fixing his hair to a more acceptable state.

"Wow...Kurt... I... I should probably cash up huh?" Kurt mumbled his agreement and watched Blaine count the money and in put the takings onto the computer, the moment he turned off the monitor Kurt dragged him out of the building and to their little apartment as quickly as possible.

Fin.