He called me early today though apologizing for not seeing me lately and asked me out on a date. Not that I had cared that his family had been wanting to spend more time with him, but I was still relieved when he said we would get to see each other tonight.

I knew the water must have been at least warm by now, but I allowed myself a few more seconds of looking at my body. By now Dad would have been yelling at me about wasting water, but he, Carole and Finn were out on their own 'bonding time' which I turned down to be with Blaine.

I flexed my arms (which were also beginning to form a defined shape) and turned to the side, examining how toned I had become. The towel slid off my hips, but I didn't bother to catch it. I tilted my head to the side, examining my penis. I wondered what Blaine thought about it. I felt that mine was pretty long (about 8 inches when erect) and well groomed, but I was kind of curious of what he thought about it.

Looking at my junk reminded me that I hadn't jerked off in at least 9 days.

And just thinking about the promise of seeing my boyfriend for dinner later was making me hard.

I glanced at the clock. It was 6 and Blaine was picking me up at 7. I frowned and stepped into the shower, ignoring the erection that was forming. Well, attempting to ignore. I wouldn't have enough time to jerk off so I adjusted the water to run a bit cooler and help me with my possible problem.

No, I still didn't have a great control on my Blaine-induced boners. So sue me!

I heard my phone buzzing in my room and I quickly walked out of the bathroom and looked at the ID and it was only a text from Finn. I ignored it since my hands were still a bit wet from adjusting the shower head and I didn't want to get my phone wet. Finn could wait.

I looked at the time again, it was still only 6, I felt like I had spent more time in the bathroom, but with all my thoughts racing around, I'm sure it only seemed longer.

While I was washing my hair though, I began entertaining plots of finding time to suck Blaine off after dinner. I didn't realize how much I missed him. Missed those soft lips and wonderful body; the feeling of his cock against my mouth, or his hand around mine. Could we go to his house or mine? My family wouldn't be home till much later so I could invite him over for a while and...

The cold water was no match for my imagination.

I grimaced. I was really horny. There was no way I was going to last the date without jumping his bones.

Well... it had been 9 days.

No! I told myself firmly. I jumped out of the shower and started drying myself off. I needed to get control on my erection "problem" and the best way to do that was to practice resisting temptation...

I finally gave into temptation about 10 minutes later when I tried thinking about anything but Blaine or my half-hardness, but it seemed the more I struggled to not think about it, the more I thought about it. So by the time I was attempting to put on my jeans, a full-blown erection had formed and I gave up pitifully, jumping back into my shower because I didn't want to get all sweaty and have to take another shower anyways. I began stroking myself lazily before remembering that Blaine would be here soon.

Oh, Blaine.

As soon as I thought about my boyfriend, I felt a pleasurable tingle in my groin because I was adding images to the feeling of my hand on my dick. I conjured up memories of Blaine blowing me, of his lips kissing my neck just the way I liked it, the feel of his fingers teasing my ass. I sighed heavily; good lord, I didn't realize how badly I needed a release. I supposed it was a good thing I was doing this now then because I probably would have gotten another inappropriate boner the moment Blaine held my hand.

Oo, Blaine's hand.

I felt a groan building in the back of my throat and after a half-second of debate, I let myself moan. I was home alone anyways and it was rare that I could let out any sound I wanted without having to hold back; also I couldn't let every sound I wanted to make tumble out when I was with Blaine in fear of him seeing me as the little cock slut I secretly was...

I wanted Blaine so bad, but I knew he wasn't ready for sex yet. I was ready for sex, but I supposed that was reasonable since I had been committed to this realtionship longer. Entertaining myself with images of us actually having sex though, was extremely desirable. My hand sped up on my cock burning hot in my grasp.

I moaned loudly again, not holding back because every sound I let out just helped me race to the finish that much faster. Why didn't I do this more often?

I slumped against the side of my shower, water trickling down every part of my body instantly cooling my over-heated skin. I parted my lips again and moaned uncontrollably, swearing insanely, as I felt myself getting close.

"Kurt?" Blaine's voice said in my head.

I smiled and whined, satisfied with the voice I was able to conjure up since I was so sound-sensitive at the moment.

"Oh yeah baby, say it again, again," I panted. I almost blushed because of how desperate and slutty I sounded, but this was really kinky. My eyes floated shut as I focused on the oncoming wave I could feel my body preparing for me to ride out on.

"Kurt, baby?"

"Yes, I'm your baby, I'm all yours, want you in me, say my name again," I growled into the echoes of my bathroom, the sound seeming to reverberate off the shower walls and into my cock. Oh god, so good, I was about to come-

"Kurt?"

My eyes flew open.

Suddenly the shower curtain was pushed to the side and there stood Blaine in a flannel button down, skinny jeans, and an almost comical confused expression.

Well it would be comical if I weren't fucking naked in a shower about two seconds from cumming.

"Kurt? Are you jacking off? Before our date?"

I nodded numbly, shivering from the cold air. "I don't think I'd be able to make it the whole date without doing it," I blurted.

We were both stunned beyond belief and I kept fidgeting because of his uncomfortable stare at my body, like I was about to disappear if he blinked.

"You really needed to do this before we went out on a date?" he asked breathlessly, glancing down at my dick that was still cupped in my fist. I was frozen in embarrassment.

Oh god, he was going to run away screaming; he was going to break up with me; he was going to go to the police and write me down as a sexual offender; he was-

Taking off his clothes.

He took off most of his clothes, but kept his white undershirt and boxers on, climbing in with me. He wasted no time and immediately locked our lips together, his fingers digging into the back of my neck. I molded my body against his. His other hand stroked under my thigh before cupping under my knee and bringing my leg up to his hip. I was off-balance which in turn only make me cling onto him tighter, my hard-on caught between us. I knew Blaine could feel it and he starting rolling his hips up, making me feel his own growing erection, but that feeling was almost dwarfed by the amazing sensation of his boxers sliding against my cock.

He accidentally pushed me into the shower nob and it twisted to the right a bit making the water hot, too hot.

"You're so fucking sexy, so delicious," he whispered, lips pressing against me everywhere.

He attacked my collar, sucking a dark hicky into the crook of my neck in record time, but this time I didn't care. I wanted to be marked, I wanted a reminder of this.

I pulled back a bit, but he refused to un-glue our hips. His boxers were still on, soaked through and sicking to his body, but the head of his dick peeked out through the slit. His shirt was even worse, stretched out and totally worthless, but the sagging material just highlighted his muscles more which was wonderful by my standards.

The water was near boiling by now and both our bodies were burning red, the steam rolling off us in thick tendrils. I clawed his stretched shirt off and licked at the water pooling in the crevices of his collar. Water flowed down his body, the liquid sliding down his muscles.

"Fuck," I murmured because my cock ached like I'd been hard for hours, which I guess I had.

"What?" Blaine growled, grabbing at my ass and grinding against me ever harder with desperation.

I unleashed a breathy moan against his shoulder and stuttered out, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," at every thrust.

"Tell me what you said before," he said in an almost demanding voice. He gripped my hair and adjusted my head so that it was right in front of his, our faces so close that our noses touched and our lips were less than a breath away. The angle was so intimate and I felt like I could see through to his entire soul in those huge pupils. Water dotted on his dark eyelashes making his eyes practically glitter. I was falling, falling into those eyes and answered his question.

"Fuck me," I said seriously. "I want to make love with you."

I barely got those words out before Blaine roughly pressed our faces together again as if we weren't only a millimeter apart already, the water squeezing in between our faces. Bruises were forming in my lips I knew, but I couldn't bear to break away because I would surely die.

"I love you," Blaine breathed, sounding close to tears.

My own eyes started to become heated with potential tears and I gripped even harder onto him, hoping my nails weren't breaking the skin, but at the same time not giving a fuck. I loved him too much, so much.

"I'm not going to make it much longer," I ground out between clenched teeth.

"Me neither."

Precum dribbling down both our thighs, I reluctantly fell to my knees and licked at the cloudy beads leaking from his pretty dick.

"Kurt, you don't need to-"

I silenced him by cupping his balls. "I want to. Now tell me how much you want it." With that I opened my mouth wide and took him balls-deep in one smooth motion. Slowly, I moved my face back, letting my lips slide against the smooth shaft, a single vein nudging at the side of my tongue. Everything was Blaine. The smell, the taste. Everything heady and wonderful and Blaine. I just wanted all of him. I wanted to hear him say my name and shudder out a orgasm into my mouth. I quickened my pace, retracting my lips from over my teeth a bit so I could lightly trail them over him. An extra splash of precum trickled into my throat the moment I stopped doing it and I could see his abs tightening beautifully, the defined muscles bulging.

I didn't realize I was jerking myself off until I felt my own body beginning to stiffen.

Blaine called out my name, slipping in obsenities every few words. I quickened my pace, knowing my neck would hurt in the morning. Spit coated my lips as I smoothly glided in and out around his dick; I pressed my tongue underneath the head and watched as best as I could to see him shiver. My entire body yearned for his touch. I wanted him everywhere. I wanted his hands on my ass, on my chest, on my face. I wanted so much. I wanted all of him. A horrible need settled under my skin and my entire mind clouded with the need to touch. I breathed heavily through my nose and willed him with all my heart to cum for me.

I tried locking eyes with him to convey my message and it worked... for both of us. Our gazes met and suddenly his face contorted into a sweet climax, his seed washing into my mouth and making its way down my throat while I swallowed. It took all my strength not to bite down on his cock while my own orgasm crashed over me, arm tendons bulging from the pace of my wrist. My hips automatically thrust forward a few times making my cum coat Blaine's lower leg.

I couldn't help but suck on him even more as he became limp in my mouth. He tasted so good and I had missed that flavor. I had missed Blaine, and now he was mine again.

He collapsed on the bottom of the bathroom tile, the only physical remains of our passion swirling into the drain.

"So," I began, needing to break the deafening sound of our heavy breathing reverberating off the tiles. "You're early."

Blaine arched an eyebrow. Then he eyed my lips, unexpectedly kissing me. He licked at a random corner of my mouth then pulled back. "You missed a bit," he explained. Oh lord, he was talking about his cum. My cock ached, wanting to get hard again. "Anyways," he mended, "I'm not early, you were late... well, I was a little early, but still."

"What are you talking about? My clock said it was only, like, 6:15?"

Blaine looked at the watch that he didn't have time to take off before. I held my breath until he stated, "Don't worry. Water proof." He studied the face then said, "No, it was 6:15 about an hour and a half ago. And I came to pick you up right at 7 o' clock."

"Oh shit," I mumbled, getting out of the shower and grabbing a towel. I walked out and got my phone, flipping it up to finally read the text from Finn that I had gotten earlier, but ignored.

Sender; frankenteen: BTW, I forgot to tell you to not use the clock in your room today. I was trying to find your candy stash (sorry about that) and it knocked off the wall. I'll fix it when I get home, I promise. IDK what it is set at now. Sorry again bro!

I face-palmed, not caring that I was directly putting oil into my skin. Blaine skimmed it from over my shoulder, my spare towel wrapped around his waist; the scalding water from before left us both literally steaming, plumes seeming to roll off our bodies. He glanced at the clock on my wall, the hands still telling me 6 o' clock.

"It didn't dawn on you that the second hand wasn't moving?"

I chewed my bottom lip. "I had a raging hard on. I was a bit distracted!"