I tugged at the itchy fabric around my neck. I was sweltering.

"Yeah Kurt, just take off the scarf," Blaine egged me.

I glared daggers at him as he so carelessly sipped on his his ice-latte that he got from the Lima Bean before we arrived at Breadstix. He's the one who did this to me!

"No, I like it," I lied, kicking Blaine who was sitting next to me on the open side of the booth

Finn and Rachel had invited us to a dinner at Breadstix and I wasn't about to turn down free food, no matter how much I loved my figure. This was another scheme of Rachel's to get Finn back, but my poor stepbrother was oblivious to it. At least I got to spend more time with Blaine.

If only I didn't have a hickey the size of Texas imprinted on my fair skin.

Damn you Blaine Anderson and your sexiness.

Last night while watching Brokeback Mountain together (well, the first half of it), I got a surprise boner from watching stuff "go down in the tent," and it didn't help any that Blaine had chosen that moment to run his hand down the back of my neck. Stupid Blaine knew that drove me crazy and within minutes we were shirtless and dry humping like frantic bunnies, hips grinding against the other. We were in his dorm room this time and thankfully we still didn't have a grip (ha-ha pun) on our erection problem. I use the term "problem" lightly because this problem was turning out to reek great benefits.

I came in a glorious orgasm, but Blaine hadn't yet so while I moaned at his name over and over again he latched his lips onto my neck and sucked until I thought his lips would turn blue. Yes, it was extremely hot at the time and I loved the feeling of his teeth as he sucked my flesh in, but afterward was a different story.

I had almost forgotten about the hickey up until I went to take off my cum-soiled underpants and glanced at myself in his full-length mirror. "Holy shit!" I gasped and ran over for a better look, jeans pooled at my ankles. I pressed lightly at the 2 � inch long purple mark as if to test if it was real. It was really dark too, like a huge bruise.

Even Puckerman never left ones this big on girls at our school!

Blaine just laughed and wrapped his arms around me from behind to kiss my shoulders. "I think it's cute."

I growled at him and decided to spend the night there.

The next morning, today, he got dressed then drove me home so I could change for the dinner with Finn and Rachel later that night.

I tried all the so-called remedies of hickey removal and that bastard just laid on my bed and removed an article of clothing for every trick that didn't work, turning my disaster into a game.

Let's just say at the end of this he was reduced to his underwear, an undershirt and one sock, plus a raging hard-on.

It was simple to say we were in the Allergic-To-Pants-Stage of our relationship. Even if we weren't having sex yet.

Oh Lord, what were we going to be once we did start having sex?

Anywho, I wanted him bad, but I needed to fix this mishap first. Knowing that even makeup wouldn't cover this up, I knew I would have to go with the old standby of a scarf. Who cares if it's late May.

All I had were three floral printed scarves, one zebra patterned scarf (these first four were made of a thin material from which I was going to pick from) and my others were wool or knitted for the winter.

Blaine picked up the four thin pieces of fabric. "What are these?"

"Scarves."

He looked at me. "I know you buy women's clothes sometimes... but these look like they belong to my grandmother."

I snatched them away from him and shrugged. "Well I've only ever used them in place of pocket hankies before and never actually as scarves, but why not push limits?"

Blaine grinned. And I knew that grin all too well, something dirty was going on in his mind. "I think I know a much better way to use these ugly scarves."

I soon found myself with my hands and feet tied to each of the bed posts, Blaine's mouth glued to my dick.

Yeah, it was a good idea at the time.

One of my favorite traits of Blaine was that he gave amazing blow jobs. He was also in Boy Scouts for three years so it took him literally a minute to tie me up to my bed which was coincidentally the amount of time needed for me to get an erection of my own.

His plump lips swirled around the head then totally engulfed me, making me cry out in pleasure. Blaine had a way of sucking, blowing, and twisting in a perfect pattern so in no time he had me racing to the finish. He held his own hands behind his back and I watched as his toned back muscles flexed as he bobbed up and down. My wrists and ankles strained at the lacy cloths making my bed creak under the abuse.

I began bouncing upward into Blaine's mouth, wanting him to suck me off harder and deeper into his huge mouth. He seemed to get the message as he took as much of me as he could, his lips touching my balls and his throat relaxing to accomadate my length.

The bed was shaking. Blaine was rutting against it, trying to climax as well.

That was it. I was done.

Blaine groaned around my quivering dick as he climaxed a few seconds before me making me see stars as I came.

All my muscles tensed, fabric digging into my wrists and ankles. I heard the ripping sounds and felt the sudden lagging in my extremities, but it didn't stop me from cuming hard into Blaine's mouth. He swallowed around me three times then jumped on me to press his dirty lips to mine, mouth tasting of sex.

Unfortunately I had ripped my women's scarves to shreds and Blaine left yet another hickey without my knowledge over my left peck above the nipple, but I was so blissed out that it took me a while to notice.

And this is why I was at the hot-as-hell restaurant with a short-sleeved shirt, black Capri's and a fricken wool scarf.

I sipped at my lemon water trying to ignore the rash I could feel forming under the scarf and Rachel bringing it up again was reallyfuckingannoying!

"Didn't I give you a zebra-print scarf a few months ago? That would have worked."

Blaine momentarily choked on his coffee as he laughed and swallowed.

"I, um, couldn't find it," I mumbled. Or torn into pieces and thrown away.

"By the way!" Rachel continued, a new conversation beginning. She pulled out her iPhone and her thumb flew over the screen as she searched for whatever she wanted to show me.

I suddenly felt Blaine's hand on my knee, a calming gesture. But then his nails gently dug into my knee which had to mean something else. I shot him a look which he wasn't returning; he was simply talking to Finn about the last Buckeyes game, Finn responding animatedly.

"Okay, so I've done some shopping and I wanted to-"

Blaine's hand moved and and down my thigh, his thumbs making little circles when he rounded back to my knee. What the hell did he think he was doing? Didn't he remember that I was still at the mercy of my over-active Little Kurt?

Oh of course he did!

"Kurt? You okay?" Rachel asked.

I snapped back to attention and glanced at the photos. "That polka-dot top would go with the denim skirt," I said quickly, returning my thoughts to 'don't get a boner don't get a boner don't get a boner fuck you Blaine.'

It was a wasted effort of course because Blaine began unbuttoning my pants and I could faintly hear my fly going down, a little too loud.

"You hear that?" Finn suddenly said, mouth full of food.

"Hear what?" Blaine asked with the tiniest twitch in his smile. Damn him he was a good actor!

I moved my heel over his toes then pressed down roughly, but he barely fliched and was able to manuver his feet out from under mine, wrapping his ankles around one of my legs. And of course, doing this gave him an even better access point to my hardening cock. He slipped his hand into my pants and began palming me through my underwear.

I couldn't believe that Blaine was doing this is a public place! How dare he! And wasn't he afraid of getting caught? I suddenly realized that was why he wanted to sit on the open end of the booth. His legs were crossed as well and were were situated in the back so no one would be able to see what he was doing.

Oh Lord and was he doing it well. I was rock hard and the head of my penis was starting to push past the slit in my boxers and into Blaine's warm hand.

"What about this one?" Rachel asked at the exact moment that Blaine thumbed the underside of the knob.

"Oohhokay!" I half-shrieked, earning a questioning glare from Rachel, Finn... and Blaine. I almost snarled at him when Finn and Rachel exchanged a look because Blaine used that second to smile and waggle his eyebrows quickly and stroke my length once, twice, ohh.

"Kurt, are you sure you're not sick? Your eyes are glassy and you're breathing really shallow," Rachel said again, tone laced with worry.

Well if you were about to orgasm in a public place you'd look this way too! Unfortunately, the whole danger of getting caught was pretty kinky and did not help me in my futile attempt of ignoring Blaine's grabby hands.

Blaine leaned into my side, cupping my balls as he did so. Once again I held back a shudder. "Remember, Naked Rachel Berry..."

I knew at that moment that my cheeks were emflamed since 'the ultimate boner kill' was sitting right across from me. I suppose that it would make it easier just being able to see her and not have to imagine her, but still, picturing my mailman would mean undressing Rachel Berry with my eyes... one thing I never thought I'd do.

"Kurt! Tell me what the hell is wrong with you! You're staring at me and now you're all flushed! I'm going to get a bucket, you're going to throw up," Rachel scolded.

"No! I'm fine, sit back down," I said while trying to slap Blaine's hand off my dick which only resulted in him gripping me tighter and entwining my own fingers around my cock, making me aid in pumping myself. Fucking basterd, I was going to kill him.

Rachel asked another question though I wasn't exactly sure what she asked and when I went to respond, a long desperate moan ecsaped from my lips and Blaine rubbed his thumb over my slit again. I tried babbling something to keep Rachel busy, but she looked like she was about to call 911... or the aslym.

Blaine used his free hand to take a napkin and place it on his lap. Fucking dapper bast- oh shit. Blaine didn't put the napkin on his lap, instead he placed it over the head of my cock. This was the moment when I knew I was screwed. I was going to cum. I was going to cum in this fucking resturant holy shit!

Umm, Naked Rachel Berry at a strip club, Naked Rachel Berry in my bed, Naked Rachel Berry in-BLAINE'S HAND IS ON MY COCK AND HOLY SHIT IT FEELS SO GOOD AND THIS IS SO HOT.

Thankfully no one could hear my thoughts, but I wasn't sure how well my poker face was holding up because I felt like I was coming apart at the seams and Rachel said something about my scarf, but I didn't care.

Finn was still being Finn and barely took notice of anything happening, god love him.

Blaine leaned into me again, his hot breath puffing against my ear making me move his hand faster against my erection since he still captured my hand. "You're going to cum in my hand Kurt, whether you like it or not," he growled low so only I could hear.

Finn's fork slipped from his grip, bounced on the green leather seating and landed on the floor. He bent under the table to retrieve it and time seemed to go into slow motion.

So a few things happened all at once. Rachel leaned over and nearly choked me as she yanked the scarf off my neck. Finn hit his head on the table really hard when he saw what Blaine was doing which caused his empty glass to tip over and shower the table with icecubes.

Luckily, Finn manuvered his head out from under the table just as I started to cum (because no straight male should have to see that) and Blaine stopped stroking so that he could catch my contents into the napkin. My orgasm was extremely short and ungratifying, but it was an orgasm nonetheless so I buried my face in my hands and bit down hard on my lip so that Finn and Rachel wouldn't have to see my expression while I came down.

Rachel's hands flew to her mouth when I looked up again. "Kurt!" Oh god, she figured out what happened. "Is that a hickey!" Oh god she- wait, what? Oh.

"Oh yeah, it's a bad one," I commented lamely.

The giant hickey that contrasted with my flushed skin which made it seem even worse.

"Ooh, I see why you were acting so weird now. I'm sorry," she said and handed my scarf back. I threw it over my shoulder, not even caring anymore; at least she didn't know that I just came about a foot away from her knee.

I peeked up at Finn who was surprisingly, undisturbed. For a moment I saw terror flash through his emotions, then he seemed to accept it in a way and looked amused. I really wanted to punch him right now, but my hands were busy discreetly tucking me back in and zipping up my fly.

"Wow Blaine, nice placement. But did you strangle him?" Finn asked, reaching out to poke the mark. I smacked his hand away, quickly dabbing my forehead with my scarf. At least he wasn't making innuendos about what just happened.

"Sorry Rachel, I was just a bit... distracted today. I think I have to go to the bathroom."

I pushed slid out and scampered to the bathroom with Blaine at my heels. I walked into the bathroom and looked under the stalls to make sure no one was there and when Blaine entered, I slammed him against the door and locked it. "God dammit Blaine," I began then crushed my lips to his, sucking his tongue in. He threw a crumpled napkin into the trash can by my feet then tangled his fingers into my hair. Was that the napkin with my- oh ew. "I hate you so much right now," I said breathily, palming his erection through his jeans. "You're evil and you know we have a problem with me popping boners everywhere! You're such an asshole sometimes!"

Blaine gurgled out responses, but none were a complete thought as I reduced him to a quivering mass of a man.

"And I'm going to punish you for it," I growled seductively, sucking under his ear. His erection pushed against his jeans and in turn against my waist, begging to be freed.

"Please," he moaned.

I removed my hand from his pants and took a step back. The look on his face was priceless.

"Kurt?"

I went to the mirror to fix my hair and straighten my clothes.

"And this is your punishment," I said sunnily before exiting.

"Where's Blaine?" Rachel asked as soon as I sat down. The ice had been cleared from the table and I along with Finn were given another Diet Coke.

"Caught his dick in his fly," I deadpanned, still pissed at him.

Finn snorted and Rachel looked appalled. "Kurt! I've never heard you use that kind of language."

Finn ignored her and held his hand up. "I wasn't able to do this before because left for the bathroom, but man, you have my respect."

I high-fived him.

Rachel just sat there, confused beyond repair.

"I find it interesting that we both struggle/struggled with a similar problem," Finn said as he poked the icecubes in his tall glass. "Guess we are brothers," Finn said nonchalantly as he sipped at his new drink.