Blaine’s hands are all over him and Kurt can’t catch his breath, feeling them hot on his hips, his back, his neck. They’ve been dancing for hours, only taking breaks to have a quick drink, and adding alcohol to the intoxicating touch of Blaine is probably not a good idea but Kurt stopped caring about two hours ago.

They are close, so close, and Blaine locks his hands around his neck and they just sway back and forth, both exhausted but not ready to end this. Kurt moves his hands up and down Blaine’s back, feels his muscles move underneath his touch. They are both sweat-soaked; Blaine’s shirt clings to him and it should be disgusting but it’s just so, so hot.

They are still careful not to touch more than they already do because Kurt is pretty sure if Blaine comes even a step closer he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from grinding against him. Blaine’s forehead is burrowed in his neck and Kurt can hear him breathe him in and he’s so turned on it’s insane.

He’s seriously not thinking when he moves his right hand to Blaine’s neck to keep him there, his left hand on the small of Blaine’s back and pushing him closer.

They both inhale sharply and Kurt can feel Blaine everywhere and there’s no mistaking that Blaine is just as turned on. It’s a terrifying and amazing revelation.

“Kurt”

And just that one word, whispered against his neck like there’s nothing else Blaine could possibly say and Kurt comes undone. He leans back and Blaine looks up; flushed and turned on and bright-eyed and Kurt crashes their mouths together before he can stop himself.

Blaine groans and pushes himself closer like he wants to fuse himself to Kurt and Kurt feels drunk- on Blaine, on the vodka, on the fact that he finally has this boy he’s been dreaming about since he took a foolish call to a sex hotline pressed against him.

Blaine’s mouth tastes amazing, his tongue hot in his mouth and everything is just too hot, too much, too good.

After what feels like hours, Kurt moves back and away, trying to catch his breath. Blaine breathes just as heavily, lips wet and red and he looks so dishevelled that Kurt has to bite his lip to keep the moan in. Blaine’s eyes follow the movement like he can’t look away and Kurt flushes even more.

“We should-”, his voice doesn’t sound like him, gravelly and too deep and he takes another breath.

“- go to my room?” Blaine finishes for him and looks up at him, cheeks pink but eyes so sure.

Well, Kurt wanted to say that they should cool down but Blaine’s idea sounds so much better.

So he nods and takes Blaine’s hand and together they leave the dance floor and the party, thankfully without bumping into one of their friends or, god forbid, James.

The cold evening air is a shock to their system but it helps Kurt clear his head a little.

This is- insane. And not what he would usually do. The reason he hadn’t slept with Adam or Chandler was because he hadn’t been ready. He had always wanted to be in love with the person he would sleep with for the first time. He wanted to matter.

 But Blaine isn’t looking at him like he doesn’t matter. He looks at him like there’s no one else in the entire world, like he’s the best thing he has ever seen.

And Kurt knows that he could do a lot worse than Blaine. And there’s no doubt about whether he wants him or not.

They have nearly reached the dorms when an unpleasant thought enters Kurt’s mind. Maybe Blaine only wants to sleep with him because he wants to lose his virginity. To finally get it over with so that he can get the guys he actually wants.

But then Blaine’s mouth is on his again and he is pressed against the door of Blaine’s dorm room and Kurt can’t care. Because right now, Blaine wants him. Right now, Blaine is with him, only him, kissing him and wanting him.

He can still fall apart tomorrow and deal with this mess then.

For now, he lets himself enjoy Blaine’s fingers making their way underneath Kurt’s shirt, touching his naked back and mumbling against his neck where he leaves a trail of kisses.

“Want you so much, Kurt, you have no idea how long, god, you’re so gorgeous.”

Kurt pushes at Blaine and moves them over to the single bed, both kicking off their shoes along the way and Kurt has never been so glad to not wear boots. Then they’re down on it and Blaine watches him with such a heated stare that all other thoughts Kurt might have had leave his head when he lowers himself onto Blaine.

They both groan when they finally touch, legs tangled, chest to chest.

Kurt kisses his way up Blaine’s throat, who tilts his head back against his pillow to make more room for him.

“God, that feels so good, never stop. Kurt. You really have no idea.”

Kurt grins against his bobbing throat. Blaine doesn’t seem to realize that he is babbling and Kurt can’t help but hum against him. “You smell really good.”

Because Blaine shouldn’t be the only one talking. But before he can say more, he feels Blaine’s hand in his hair, tugging him upwards for a kiss that turns dirty so fast that Kurt groans into his mouth. Blaine’s hands are underneath his shirt again, moving upwards, clumsily trying to push at it and Kurt laughs before he sits up a bit and pulls it over his head without a second thought.

“Better?” he asks and when he looks down, Blaine’s eyes are dark and intent on his chest. He blushes and knows that the blush is visible not only in his cheeks but also his neck and chest. Blaine touches the contours almost reverently.

“You’re beautiful, Kurt.”

He says it so simply, so honest, that the last of his anxiety leaves his body and he smiles at this boy with his messy curls and rumpled shirt. “Well, I think you should take off yours as well. It’s only fair.”

Blaine grins in reply and sits up as much as he can with Kurt still mostly lying on him. He gets caught with his head and elbow and it takes him too long with how impatient Kurt is right now but when he finally becomes visible and throws his shirt to the side, blushing bright-red and a smiling a little uncertain and gloriously naked underneath his polo, Kurt’s breath catches.

His hand hovers over Blaine’s chest for a moment before he remembers that he is allowed to touch, that Blaine wants him to touch. So he combs through the coarse dark chest hair with his fingers and it feels so incredible. Who would have thought that Kurt had a thing for chest hair? Mostly, he just has a thing for Blaine, who is slender and trim and beautiful underneath him.

From then on out they both can’t stop touching each other, exploring each other with their mouths and hands and everything feels too much but not enough.

Kurt’s pants are uncomfortably tight and when Blaine’s hands wander down to his ass and squeeze he can’t help but buck against him, moaning too loud at the sensation.

Blaine pants hard against his neck and his voice is so hoarse it’s the sexiest sound Kurt has ever heard.

“We should- would it be okay if we-“, he gestures down to their pants and Kurt grins. Blaine is still adorable, even when they are so hard and so needy and so very nearly naked.

“We should”, he decides and Blaine smiles, relieved that he doesn’t have to say more.

There’s not enough space on the bed to take off their pants so Kurt stands, wobbling on his legs after making out for so long. His pants are tight and it takes him a minute of fumbling before he manages to lose them. As an afterthought, he takes off his socks as well. When he looks up again, Blaine is staring at him, already only in his dark blue boxer briefs, his hand low on his belly. When he realizes he is caught staring he shrugs a little. “You’re so hot, Kurt. Come down here.”

Kurt grins and sits on the bed again, one knee on each side of Blaine. He lowers himself down again and can’t take his eyes off Blaine whose eyes roll to the back of his head when they finally touch, only separated through the thin layers of their boxer briefs.

Blaine is hard and throbbing against him and Kurt can feel the heat even through the layers and he swallows against the moan that builds in his throat.

Blaine uses one arm to sling underneath Kurt’s arm and around his back to pull him down again in a heated kiss that’s all tongue and teeth and should probably be disgusting. Instead, it’s the hottest thing to ever happen to Kurt.

“This is gonna be over so embarrassingly fast”, Blaine murmurs against his lips and Kurt huffs out a laugh. “I know. Believe me.”

To emphasize his point he moves his hips a little to align them better and Blaine clutches at his back and throws his head back andmoans.

From then on out there’s no stopping; they move against each other and it’s a mess and not really good but then they find the right rhythm and suddenly it’s amazing.

They continue to kiss but they both can’t concentrate on it and so they are only panting against each other, lips close and noses touching and suddenly Blaine puts his hands back on Kurt’s ass and pulls him down hard and then he is coming, shuddering against Kurt and clutching at him and Kurt can feel how he pulses and soaks his boxers and Kurt’s. For a shocked second he can’t actually believe he made Blaine do that.

After a moment, Blaine pushes his thigh between Kurt’s legs and Kurt groans and thrusts against him for maybe a dozen times, kissing Blaine all tongue and no technique before he is coming as well, making a noise high in his throat he would be embarrassed about if Blaine wasn’t stroking his back and ass and kissing every inch of his face he can reach.

They stay that way, pressed together and breathing against each other for a couple of minutes before the sensation in Kurt’s briefs becomes too uncomfortable and he rolls over to the side, trying to be discreet about adjusting himself.

Blaine grins and sits up. “I’ll get us something to clean up and I can borrow you a pair of pyjama pants if you want? I mean, if you want to stay?”

Kurt is surprised, especially that Blaine looks so uncertain, and he nods quickly to erase that look from Blaine’s face.

“That would be great, thank you.”

He still sounds breathless and Blaine beams and is gone. He comes back a moment later, humming to himself and bringing wet towels and a pair of soft looking plaid pyjama pants. He’s already wearing a pair himself but his chest is still naked. Kurt stares and Blaine smiles even more. “Here you go.”

It’s a little awkward, getting out of his soiled briefs and cleaning himself up as best as he can before placing the towels and briefs on a chair next to the bed. It shouldn’t be awkward; they’ve had sex but they still haven’t seen each other naked naked.

Thankfully, Blaine seems to get it and respectfully looks away, picking up their thrown away clothes and folding them in a way so neat he could be working in retail before putting them on his desk.

When Kurt is done, Blaine climbs back into the bed so that they are both lying on their sides, facing each other.

Blaine’s eyes are soft on him, taking in his face and then cupping his cheek before kissing him softly. It makes Kurt’s stomach contract and heart beat more wildly than anything they’ve done so far.

“Good night”, he whispers and turns around, fitting himself backwards against Kurt and sighing contently when Kurt puts an arm around his waist. It takes Kurt a moment to comprehend everything and then he relaxes and moves closer to Blaine, eyes sliding shut.

“Good night, Blaine.”