Good fuck he was good at sucking cock.

I wished I was at a better angle so I could watch him better, but the feeling of his slightly-chapped lips smoothing up and down my member was treat enough. What was even better was seeing his long hard-on straining through his tight-fitting khakis. I pet at his wonderful dark locks, his own hands pinning my hips down into the bed.

A long slurp and a shiver ran through my body.

"You okay?" he asked, lips shiny.

"Shut up and keep going," I commanded.

He smirked and slowly (really fucking slowly) sunk back down around me. My eyes fluttered shut and I focused on the pulses of passion vibrated through my body at every suck and turn and flick of his talented tongue.

"How are you faring?" he asked, pulling off again. My deep-red dick slapped wetly against my bare stomach. I grimaced.

"I'd be better if you weren't talking," I quipped.

Blaine sighed. "We've been going at this for 20 minutes. I'm impressed, Kurt."

"Thanks. Lets make it 30 minutes."

Blaine rolled his dark eyes. "You know, I kinda want to release too."

"Later, young Jedi," I answered lazily.

"Mm, young Ewan McGregor..." Blaine moaned before engulfing me and breathing deeply through his nose.

"I am getting better. Look how long I've been able to go without cumming in your mouth," I said casually. Much too casually for what we were doing. What can I say, I'm a decent actor.

I finally gave into the amazing build up that was rising and tightening in my stomach and began focusing on finishing this.

My fingers tightened in his hair and he hummed so beautifully making my toes curl.

"TO THE WINDOWSSS TO THE WALL"

"Fuck," I mumbled and picked up my phone. "Fucking Finn." I was going to ignore it, but Finn always texts me so this had to be important.

"Nice, ring tone," Blaine said, his lips brushing against my dick as he talked. I wrapped my legs around his neck, drawing him closer.

"Whats up, Finn? Make it quick. Please."

"Kurt! Good, okay. So I need to ask you something really important, but don't make fun of me because it's kinda, well, actually it's really embarrassing, but you're my brother and you should have my back-"

"Oh, please Finn, please continue to beat around the bush! I have all the time in the world!" I said, sarcasm dripping-

"Really? Oh good," -which Finn apparently didn't pick up on.

Blaine cocked an eyebrow when I reached down with my other hand and squeezed at the base of my cock, but made no move to push Blaine's face away.

"So anyways, Kurt. Rachel just sent me some really random sexts and a lot of nudes. I think she's driving over here, as we speak, to seduce me. I don't know what's gotten into her I-"

"So you want me to evaluate her decisions, right?" I asked, desperately trying to get to the point and end this awful phone call.

"No, but actually, yeah, could you do that for me really fast?"

I held back a growl. I should have just turned my phone off, but Finn was still my brother and maybe when, if ever, he got to the point, he actually would need help.

"Um," I ranked my brain trying to evaluate Rachel's inappropriate actions. I gave up halfway through a coherent thought because Blaine was doing this wonderful circling trick with his tongue. "Her need for you has become too much and her loins ache for you," I spit out.

Blaine chuckled, which in turn created the most wonderful feeling I've ever experienced.

Oh. My. God.

I felt a tight pull in my groin as a thick splash of precum dribbled out the head of my dick, still trying to hold back my orgasm, straight down Blaine's throat. He moaned.

Mmmm, moaning was nice too.

Very. Fucking. Nice.

"Kurt? Kurt? Are you okay? You're breathing funny."

I remembered that Finn was on the line a few centuries later.

"Finn. I need to get off the line. Please, just get to the point of why you called."

As Finn gave me a recap of our conversation so far, Blaine began bobbing his head up and down and totally working me over. His hand reached down to press on my perineum which made tears spring to my eyes from my need to cum so badly.

"So what I called to ask about," Finn finally got around to, "Is if, if, I can't, you know, like, resist her-"

Blaine's mouth moved to my balls and he sucked on one side, his some of the fingers on his right hand adding more pressure to my perineum and the remaining ones teasing at my asshole.

"Get to the fucking point, Finn!" I thundered, a weird echoing sound reverberating.

Finn was silent for a moment. "Kurt?"

"Yes?" I hissed.

"Where are you right now?"

"In my fucking room, where the fuck do you think I am?"

Suddenly it dawned on me. What did Finn mean by "driving over here"?

As had happened in the restaurant, when Blaine had given me an inappropriate hand job, a lot of things happened at once.

I caught sight of Blaine unbuckling his pants with his unoccupied hand and begin rapidly stroking his big hard cock. Blaine also dipped his fingers into my back entrance while simultaneously trying to suck my brains out through my dick.

This would have been amazing if only Finn hadn't burst open my bed room door, phone to his ear.

A nano-second before Finn opened the door though, my orgasm crashed over me, my cum streaming out in countless long streams; the product of Blaine sucking me off for a good 45 minutes. A long broken moan escaped from my mouth, my hair sticking to my sweaty forehead.

Blaine was climaxing as well onto my bedspread, but jumped on me accidentally when he heard the door open so his and my cum got trapped between our naked chests as our sporadically moving bodies finished out the motions of our climax (which was pretty much involuntary mutual humping).

Finn screamed like a girl and tried to run out, but only succeeded in smashing into the door frame and leaving a splat of blood on the white wood.

"GET. OUT," I screamed at him and, thanks to my post-orgasm throatiness, it came out kind of demonically.

Finn clutched at his bleeding nose and tried to run away again.

He fell down the stairs.

"Fucking dumb shit!" I screamed at the world and jumped out of Blaine's grasp, grabbing my boxers off the floor and trying to pull them on while sprinting out of the room, Blaine attempting to do the same thing.

Finn was getting to his feet when I reached him and I urged him to lay back down, unsure of the damage. He couldn't get dumber, right?

"Finn? Finn? How many fingers am I holding up?" I asked, holding three fingers up.

It took a few uneasy moments, but he finally said 3.

I exhaled in relief and Blaine joined us with a box of tissues from the bathroom. He folded one into a square and held it to Finn's nose, applying some pressure.

"Is your nose broken?" I asked Finn, while slowly helping him into a sitting position on the floor.

He scrunched up his nose and wiggled it, using his own hand to hold the quickly rouge-tinted tissue.

"It's fine. I think everything is fine besides for a lot of bruises and a mentally scaring image that I think I'm going to need some serious therapy for," Finn said monotonously.

"I'm so sorry, Finn. I had no idea you were in the room right next door! I thought you left with Dad and Carole!"

"Yeah, sorry, man," Blaine mumbled awkwardly. Blaine handed him a fresh tissue which Finn bunched up and held to his nose instead of folding it like Blaine had done.

Noticing the tissue, I glanced down at my own body which was cum splattered and really disgusting. Blaine's chest mirrored mine.

The door bell rang followed by a loud knocking.

"Finnnnnn!" a distinct female voice called through the door. "I'm a little tipsy and I'm ready to give it away! For you! Because I -hic- looove you!" Rachel called out.

I ran over to the door and pulled it open, revealing my soiled chest.

Rachel's eyes widened. That seemed to sober her up. "Oh. I see he's not home...or if he is well then...sorry. B-bye Kurt, I didn't mean to um..." she hurriedly walked away and jumped into her car.

I'd call later to make sure she got home okay and tell her some bullshit about why I was covered in cum.

I turned back around to Finn and Blaine, unsure of what to say.

Finn, surprisingly, was the one to speak up. "How about, we just act like this never, ever happened. Okay?"

I nodded and so did Blaine.

We stood there awkwardly for a moment before I asked, "So Finn, you never did get around to why you called."

Finn blushed. "I was going to ask if you had any condoms."

My face fell into a grimace. "Condoms? You needed condoms? You beat around the bush for fucking condoms? Of course you can have some condoms!" I responded angrily. I stomped upstairs, opened my side drawer and grabbed one of the half-used boxes.

I brought it down to Finn and threw it at his crotch with as much force as I could muster, then grabbed Blaine by the hand to bring him back upstairs.