Blaine stuck his tongue out, his damp shirt clinging to him. "Hey, you're not much better Mr. HighandMighty."

I pushed my hair out of my eyes. "Yes, but I can pull off the chemical-drenched smell. I swear, with all the chemicals that Puck 'cleans' his pools with, he's going to make the pool-owning population of Lima unable to reproduce."

"And miss out on all the mini-Rachel Berrys? What a shame," Blaine quipped as he buckled himself in.

I laughed, pulling out of the driveway. "No, no, I'm thinking about all the little Kurt Hummels that we may miss out on."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, I plan on having four kids. Two from me, two from you...unless, of course, future sciences allows us to combine sperm which would be so much easier."

Blaine stared at me, not missing the adoration in his eyes. Though he usually loved discussing our futures, he decided to change the subject. "So, I have to admit, I was just waiting for you to pop a boner when you were straddling Finn up there."

I rolled my eyes. "I must say it was pretty hot when we were wrestling, but then I remembered that my stepbrother was between my legs and that was such a major boner kill."

Blaine's eyebrows furrowed. "Really?"

I nodded.

"But Kurt, didn't you ever, you know, think about him when you had a crush on him. And you crushed on him hard, shouldn't that have some residual effect or something?"

"No actually," I replied honestly. "I was so sexually na�ve that I truly never used him as 'wank material,' as Santana would say. Every time I even considered it, I would get totally embarrassed and knew that if I thought about him while I jerked off, then I would never be able to look him in the eye again. And it's a good thing that I never did because now all I see Finn is as my brother who I love in a totally different way than say... how I love you." I glanced over at Blaine before staring at the road again.

Blaine put his hand on my knee. "So now that you're not as sexually na�ve as before... have you ever jerked off to me?"

I glanced over at him again. "You seem to have forgotten that time you walked on me in the shower."

Blaine smiled. "Oh, no I didn't. I just wanted to hear you admit that you've jerked off to me before."

"Well I have, so ha!" I chuckled, unashamed. "And by the way, smooth move with your boner earlier. What brought that on anyways?"

Blaine's hand moved higher on my thigh. "It was really sexy, us both being wet and being close like that, it reminded me of that time in the shower. And you're just so fucking hot sometimes, Kurt," Blaine whispered in my ear, kissing my neck.

I gripped the steering wheel. "At least I'm not the only uncontrolled one here," I said throatily, reaching over and rubbing at Blaine's crotch to feel the bulge underneath the jean material. I fingered over the brass buttons, but Blaine stopped me, pushing my hand away.

"Maybe it's a sexually transmitted disease..." he mused.

I placed my hand on the stick shift while Blaine's hands busied themselves at the zipper of my jeans. I exhaled a long sigh when I felt Blaine's hand wrap around the base of my dick and stoke upwards a few times. I let myself get harder since I was half-hard already from our previous discussion. Blaine dragged his hand up and down slowly, knowing exactly how to make me last long and from the pace he was going, I guessed he wanted this to last about a decade or so.

Unfortunately I only lived about 30 blocks from Puckerman's house and it took less than 5 minutes to drive back to my house.

Without having to look to see what he was doing, I felt him shifting in his seat and then a warm envelopment around my dick which was unmistakenably his mouth. He sucked slowly, barely giving my anything to work with, but then started sucking harder when his spit was dribbling out of his mouth.

I frowned when my house came into view and Blaine removed his mouth for a second to look around. "No," he said, voice rough. A felt a bit of precum bead from my erection at the sound of his voice. Oh shit, was I becoming sound-sensitive again? "Just keep driving, um, drive to my house or something."

My eyes automatically began drifting shut from the titilating sensation, but the sudden swerve of the car brought me back to full consciousness. I pressed on the gas and zoomed past my house praying that none of my family members saw the car go by.

Another mile went by and my hips were automatically twitching up into Blaine's mouth.

"Blaine, I think I'm going to- yes, I'm definitely going to cum in like, two seconds."

I held back a whimper when he pulled off me to say, "No, try holding out for longer." And then he engulfed me again.

My eyes threatened to roll into the back of my head as his skillful mouth moved up and down on my erection, his chapped lips grazing against my sensitive skin so perfectly. He paid attention to the single vein on the side of my dick which made my toes curl against my sandals from a designer who I couldn't even remember the name of right now! (Wow, when Blaine made me forget my own name, that was one thing. When he made me forget my designer's name... this was going to end well.) One of my hands had made its way into his hair and was gently keeping him in place while he bobbed quickly.

He hummed deep around me, the reverberations making me swerve the car again before taking in my surroundings again.

"You taste so good," Blaine mumbled, barely taking his mouth on me. One of my nails punctured my leather steering wheel, knuckles bone white. I glanced over at Blaine where he was leaning over in a position that couldn't have been comfortable, but that thought flew from my mind when he uttered his next words:

"I can't wait for you to fuck me."

That was the trigger. I couldn't believe he said that until it clearly registered in my mind what he said and I slammed on the break accidentally as my whole body tensed in orgasm. From the sudden jolt, his mouth came off from my dick and I came on his face, my seed coating his lips and cheek while my hips strained forward against the seat belt.

A horn beeped and passed my car. I maneuvered my car to the side of the road then realized what I had just done.

"Blaine, I'm so sorry."

He smiled, licking at the corner of his mouth. "No problem... as long as you'll kiss me."

I quirked an eyebrow then took his dare and kissed him full on the lips, pushing my tongue in. I grimaced because of the bitterness of myself, but then grinned as the primal pleasure of cumming all over his face, like marking my territory, settled in.

"You look awesome," I said to him before finding a wet nap and throwing it at him. I had to tear my eyes away from him as he wiped his face or else I probably would have licked him clean myself. God he was beautiful.

And someday soon I was going to fuck this man.