Never had I, Kurt Hummel, imagined that I would have a beautiful man draped on top of me in my bed in real life. Somehow though, I was lucky enough to fall in love with Blaine Anderson, a wonderful 100% gay teen who I had met all because of me trying to spy on the Dalton Warblers. Though it took us a while to get here, we have been officially dating for 2 weeks and I've been keeping deliberate track of our slow relationship. After one week, our kisses began getting open-mouthed and then at 18 days, we touched under each others shirts while we made out. Now at 2 weeks, Blaine lay over me on my bed making my brain dribble out my ears from his fantastic kissing technique. Blaine was a wonderful kisser and according to him, I was pretty good myself; so in my mind, we're one hot couple.

Blaine wanted to take our relationship slow, and I respected that, but a lot of times, such as now, I usually wanted more. Though it's only been 2 weeks, we have been friends for months (like a jumpstart for our adventure as boyfriends), so we already discussed sex and he told me that he wasn't ready and I understood. I have been in love with Blaine ever since I met him so I was further along in the relationship I suppose.

I groaned, unable to hold it in any longer. His wet mouth was glued to mine and I held back emitting any noise in fear that I would scare him off, but the fingers digging into my back said otherwise. I pushed his tongue aside with mine and took lead of the kiss, penetrating deep into his mouth. Blaine began moaning as well, the sound going straight to my crotch. I tangled my fingers into his hair, pushing him even closer to my face. Our noses bashed together when we tried to twist out heads back and forth, but the mild pain was sort of kinky. I was getting lightheaded from the lack of air, but ignored it because there was no way I was pulling back now.

Instead, Blaine pulled away, a flush reaching down to his collar and he moved his lips to my neck. I sighed in pleasure as I moved my hands underneath the hem on his shirt, feeling smooth skin under my fingertips. My eyelids fluttered shut, I was so relaxed and happy, but I knew this was only as far as it would go for now. For a few days now this was the welcome routine where we would make-out roughly until we were a bit warm, but then stop there before it went too far; I kind of suspected that maybe Blaine was a bit afraid of sex by the way he would discuss it with me and I didn't want to pressure him into anything.

I still lay beneath him letting him kiss me. I loved everything about this, about Blaine. The soft shape of his lips against my neck, his teeth playfully grazing against my skin; his gentle hands massaging my abs, teasing (strictly teasing) me around the belt buckle. The pure heavy weight of his body shifting on top of mine and his leg resting between my legs and pressing on my oh-

My eyes flew open and my whole body jolted slightly in shock.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, such deep worry in his voice as his deep brown eyes bore into mine. I forced myself to not swoon because I had a little problem at hand.

"N-nothing," I said with a shaky smile. "My-my leg is just cramping up." I quickly shifted my body to the side so Blaine was off my lower half. He started kissing me again, a bit awkwardly since only half his body was on me.

When he closed his eyes I snuck a glance down at my crotch. Fuck me. Blaine and I had changed into sweatpants and loose shirts when he came over so we could be more comfortable, but this was not helping me right now.

A large bulge was beginning to form at my crotch area and I couldn't have Blaine see it. He didn't want to have sex and I didn't want to freak him out.

But-oh-how his wet mouth was just attached to mine, and his own crotch was pressed against my stomach, how could I possibly-

Shit! Fuck me! I screamed at myself as an uncontrollable rush of blood went to my dick making it raise and extend incredibly. I fought with myself trying to cool down, but Blaine's mouth was just too much to ignore.

At this point I had pitched a full-on tent and it was not going away anytime soon. But how did I keep it from Blaine?

Blaine began pulling away and opening his eyes, but I let him take a breath then forced him back so he wouldn't see my problem.

Big mistake.

He returned it with such ferocity that I felt pre-cum leaking from my hard erection. My hips began automatically rolling upwards, as if in search for a surface to hump. I urged my body to stop, but it didn't seem as if anything was working. Oh god it felt so good! I wanted Blaine so much, but I couldn't say anything. Also the naughtiness of him drawing me close to my climax and he not knowing just made me rush faster to the finish.

God dammit! Blaine wasn't even touching me there and I was about to-

And then he mumbled, "Kurt."

I couldn't help myself and I came in my sweatpants, letting out a loud groan into Blaine's mouth and bit down gently on his lip. I thrust upwards twice, feeling my cum drench my pants and my lap. I pushed against the urge of passing out and was able to maintain full consciousness.

Blaine began panting from the sudden rush of passion, still unknowing to my predicament. His eyes opened, pupils huge with lust. I had a feeling mine were the same.

He suddenly swallowed and rolled off of me. "We have to stop... before this goes too far."

I almost burst out laughing, but at least he didn't know that I had just jizzed all over myself like a horny, uncontrolled thirteen year old.

"Yeah," I tried to say casually, but it came out as a pant since I was still struggling not to pass out. I reached behind me and grabbed a pillow, nonchalantly sitting up and hugging it so that it covered the giant oyster that I was sure was prominent on my light-gray sweats.

Blaine looked a bit pained that the pillow had taken his place in my arms, but I pretend to not notice.

"Oh damn," I said bopping my head with my hand. "I totally forgot that I have our huge Calculus test to study for! I haven't even started!" I began to get up, but shifted back down because it would look sort of silly to walk around with my pillow over my crotch.

"Ah. I guess I should go then?" Blaine asked slowly, trying to cover up the hurt.

It killed me inside to do this, but I smiled pleasantly and shrugged. "Yeah."

Blaine's shoulder's drooped and he got up. "I know my way out."

Like an asshole, I just stayed sitting there and waited till I heard the front door close. I threw my pillow across the room and screamed "Fuck!" as loud as I could.

Finn stopped in his tracks, an Oreo halfway to his mouth. "You okay?"

I buried my head in my hands then just waved him away, pulling the covers over my ruined sweats.

"Just know I'll help you if there's something wrong," he said softly before leaving.

I went into my bathroom and stripped off my pants and underwear, running them under some water before putting them in the wash.

I decided to take a shower because I felt gross. Yeah, in my early stages of puberty, I had woken up multiple times with ruined night pants to the point where it had gotten annoying. Now a few years later I just felt odd about it all.

How was I going to control myself around Blaine? Or was this just a one-time thing? Oh god I hoped so.

~ ~ ~

"Can I come over?" Blaine asked over the phone. I held the phone against my cheek and shoulder as I stirred the thick batter of oatmeal cookies. I bit my lip, desperately wanting to see him again, but I couldn't be around him for long period of time without getting excited just yet. When we saw each other in school, which was constantly, I would only let him peck me on the lips then start up a conversation to avoid any more contact. For days now, whenever Blaine and I were even remotely alone and kissed, I got an erection. And it happened so fast all the time, I couldn't even try to tell my body no! It was as if the whole "half-hard" part of getting a boner was totally shut off from my system and my only functions were limp and hard.

I refused to tell him about my little problem because one, it was just embarrassing, and two, I was sure that it would scare him off since we were supposed to be taking it slow.

"Um, not tonight," I finally answered. "Family dinner night." It was a lie, and it killed me. Burt and Carole were out on date night so Finn and I had the house to ourselves. Usually this would have been the ideal setting to sneak Blaine over, but being with Blaine with little consequence of being discovered was already making me hot merely from imagining it. No, having him over today was out of the question even if we hadn't seen each other for two days.

Blaine breathed softly over the line. God damn, was fricken everything about him enough to set me off? I exhaled myself in attempt to lighten the tight feeling in my pants. I think I had a problem, it shouldn't be this easy to make me hard!

"I guess... we'll just see each other. Soon. Then," Blaine coughed out, obviously repressing emotion. My heart ached, I wanted to be with him so bad right now, to kiss and hold him.

"Kurt, is something wrong? You've been border-line avoiding me for 2 days now."

"You're looking too much into it," I said calmly. "I'm just a little distracted lately." Yes, it was a bit distracting when my mind had reprogrammed itself so that I associated Blaine with me getting hot and cumming in a glorious orgasm.

"About what, sweetheart?"

I secretly love that nickname. Almost as much as when he calls me "Kurtsie."

"Blaine, what are you doing tomorrow?" I blurted.

"Nothing!" he almost shouted back.

"After coffee tomorrow, want to come over? I need help rearranging my bedroom furniture." Great idea, Kurt! I thought to myself, proud of that idea. The physical exertion would be perfect! We would be too tired to make out, but we could still be spending time together.

"Okay," Blaine replied, content.

We hung up a few minutes later and I dropped the phone into the receiver. Oh god what was I going to do? Might as well get the duct tape out...

Finn's booming laugh jarred me from my hopelessness-induced trance and I felt the proverbial light bulb go off over my head. I put my oatmeal cookie lumps into the oven then poured and heated up two glasses of warm milk.

I brought them to Finn's room, knocking gently on the door with my knuckles since both hands had a glass in them.

"Come in!" Finn called, the machine-gun noises ceasing as he paused his copy of Black Ops. "Hey Kurt, isn't it a bit early for milk? Are the cookies done?" he asked excitedly from his cross-legged position on the floor.

I smirked. "No, not yet... I just..." I trialed off, not sure of how to ask for his advice.

"What's up?" Finn asked, suddenly serious. Thankfully over the last few months, Finn had lost some of his deep-set stupidity and was getting better at reading expressions and offering help.

"It's Blaine... actually, no, it's me." I said truthfully.

Finn nodded slowly, letting me gather my thoughts.

My cheeks were getting red.

Finn suddenly frowned. "You two haven't had sex have you?"

"No!" I said, then twisted my mouth to the side. "Well, not in so many ways... which is what I need to talk to you about." I absentmindedly grabbed a pillow and hugged it to my chest, sitting on Finn's beanbag and putting my milk on a tray. "I... I get abonereverytimeI'maroundBlaine," I rushed out, letting my face fall into the pillow.

Finn was obviously at a loss. "You get a brughburghround Blaine?"

I slowly raised my head and said it again, slowing myself down. "Every time I'm near Blaine, I get an erection, and it's embarrassing."

Finn nodded again and shifted so he could hug his knees. "Have you... you know, orgasmed around him?"

Oh sweet Gucci this was so awkward. I just nodded and let him continue.

"As weird as it may sound, it's a good thing you came to me about this."

I raised an eyebrow, a trademark of mine. "How so?"

"When I was dating Quinn, I got hot a lot and she didn't want to have sex... at least not with me." He paused to grimace. "So I had to find a way too cool-off which is how I came up with 'the mail man.'"

I was confused. Our mailman Jimmy was 25 and insanely cute. Even Finn should be able to see that. Then it dawned on me. "Oh, is this like what happened with Coach Beiste?"

"Pretty much."

Finn explained how he almost killed a mailman when he was learning to drive and how thinking of that was the ultimate buzz-kill for him. "So you think something like that would work?" he asked me.

I racked my brain for something that I thought might do the job, but I was unsure.

"I'm not sure what could shock me so much," I said.

"Think about boobs."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm gay, Finn, but I'm not 'ewww boobies!' gay. I do find women attractive, I just don't feel the sex appeal. I'm just afraid that if I think of like some herpes-infested vagina that that may become the only thing I see whenever I think of Blaine. I already associate him with climaxing, I don't want to get myself used to thinking about him as a total boner-kill."

Finn shivered then smiled deviously. "I have an idea. But you can't tell anyone about this! You and Rachel are still sorta frenemies right?"

"Yeah?"

Finn dug through his sock drawer and held a printed-out picture behind his back. "Like I said, you can't tell anyone about this."

"I'm afraid."

Suddenly a picture of a nearly naked Rachel Berry filled my sight. She was straddling a bench in the girl's locker room at school with only a strip on cloth wrapped around her surprisingly full breasts to cover her nipples. One hand held a lolly pop to her lips and the other was pressed flat against her crotch.

I felt my gag reflex acting up momentarily and I just slapped the picture away while covering my eyes. "Yep, that will work," I squeaked out. It was just odd! I knew this girl! And she was somewhat my friend! "Where did you get that?"

"Rachel and I dated, dude. And she wasn't putting out. She felt like this was a good trade off." Finn shrugged and tossed the picture onto my lap. I slapped it off like it was a cockroach.

I stood up and sipped at my milk while Finn stashed the picture away.

I smiled. "Thanks Finn."

He laughed and put his headset back on. "No problem. We're brothers, right?"

I could do this.

Maybe.