"What's so funny?" I asked, a bit annoyed.

"Nothing baby, you're just a little farther along than I am," he said, glancing down at my erection.

I blushed. "Sorry. 'Naked Rachel Berry' really isn't doing it for me lately." I kissed him hard again with a lot of teeth. "And I really want to have sex again," I added, making my voice low and growly.

Blaine cupped the side of my face. "Kurt, we've done it 5 times in the last week, not including hand and blow jobs."

I groaned and bit my bottom lip, watching in satisfaction as his pupils dilated a bit. "Not enough. Need. More. Sex," I said, grinding against him. "I'm a little cock-slut what can I say," I continued, sucking on his ear.

He emitted a low moan. "Good lord, Kurt."

Yes, I was embarrassed by how much of a slut I had become lately, but orgasms were nice, and I was going to do everything in my power to have as many as I could with Blaine. Ever since losing my virginity I had become even more sex obsessed. It was always on my mind and I had never been so much of a stereotypical teenage boy.

This was not helping with my erection problem.

Blaine held my head in place as I tried to kiss him again. He rubbed small circles on my temple. "Baby, believe me, I love your enthusiasm and don't take this the wrong way but... you get a boner about everything lately. I mean, I shouldn't complain since it's insanely hot, but think about it, we started making out like, 30 seconds ago and you're all ready to go."

"Sorry," I apologized again, blushing even deeper.

"No, here, let's try something," Blaine said, untangling us and sitting back a bit. "You know the game 'Are You Nervous'?"

I frowned. I most certainly did. When I was 12, Santana and I had played it at some kid's birthday party for the first time. That was the first, and hopefully last, time I would ever have to touch a girl's boobs. Then when Santana got to my crotch I'd said that 'yes, I was nervous,' but she still went and groped me. That was also the first time anyone had ever touched me there besides myself.

Hmm, I should have used that memory as my "mail man."

"Yes, I am familiar with it," I stated simply. It was an idiotic game where people could have a chance to touch the private parts of someone else and be able to use the excuse of it being a game. An ingenious design, I had to admit. "And how do you plan on using that to our advantage?"

"We can play it and we can build up your tolerance to..." he paused, searching for the right word. "Well, me, I suppose." He grinned widely. "Here, let's watch a movie and we can try later when you're all calmed down."

I frowned. I looked over at Blaine and he had his stupidly adorable puppy pout plastered onto his open face. "Fine!" I relented as Blaine jumped off the bed.

"Yay! Let's watch 'Mulan!'"

"As long as we don't have to watch Harry Potter again."

He spun around on his heel. "Don't even go there."

Our phones vibrated simultaneously.

Sender; Brittany: If you two aren't having dolphin sex, you can come to my house for a party.

Blaine looked up from his text, his eyes huge again.

"No. We're going to watch 'Mulan' and snuggle."

"Pwease?" he said in small voice.

"No."

"You know what I haven't played in forever? 'Are You Nervous,'" Mike said offhandedly as the Glee club plus Blaine passed around a thick jug of vodka.

"Great idea!" Blaine piped up.

I pinched Blaine's arm to shut him up, but the madness had already began.

"I want to play, I want to play!" Rachel said, throwing her hands up.

"You planned this didn't you," I whispered to Blaine, putting as much venom into my voice as I could.

"No!" he rebutted, then was distracted by a loud "psst!" from Mike. Mike was holding up two thumbs, a big grin on his face. Blaine slowly turned back to face me. To say I was unamused was an understatement. "Okay maybe I mentioned to Mike that it would be fun to play sometime tonight."

"Let's do this bitchas!" Rachel called out, sitting across from the couple. She put her empty wine cooler on the ground and spun it. My hand snapped out, halting the bottle. "No, last time we tried that, it ended up horribly. We're going to do it differently," I said, grabbing some paper and ripping it up. "Everyone put your name on the paper and put it in Mike's hat."

They did that and Rachel shook it up, then reached in and grabbed one.

"Blllaine," she cooed.

I face palmed. "Every time," I muttered.

Blaine's goofy grin disappeared as Rachel crawled over to Blaine and put her hand on his lower leg. "Are you nervous?" she asked huskily.

"Yes," Blaine squeaked. That's my boy.

"No! We barely got anywhere yet," she scolded. She took his hand and place it on her shoulder. "Ask."

Blaine sighed, "Are you nervous?"

"Nope!" she said with a sloppy grin. Her hand shot up to his thigh.

"Cheater," I mumbled under my breath.

Blaine watched her hand like it was a snake as he answered, "No?" sounding like a question at the end.

Rachel forced his hand to go where her neck met her torso, his pinkie upraised on her cleavage. "Nope!" she responded again with a happy sigh.

She slid her hand slowly up his thigh tilting in a bit. Before she asked the question again, Blaine jumped back and almost screamed, "Nervous! I loose! I'm nervous! Next turn!"

Rachel huffed and tossed the hat to me. I reached to the bottom and pulled out a crinkled paper. "'Blaine?' What? But Rachel just got Blaine!"

"I must have put it back in by accident," Rachel said offhandedly, grabbing a bottle of Arbor Mist.

"The fates have spoken, darling," Blaine said, spinning to face me, legs crossed. He placed a hand on my shoulder and asked, "Are you nervous?" he asked deeply.

I licked my lips and shifted into a kneeling position, knees apart a bit. "No, but are you?" I asked just as sensually, placing my fingertips on his ankle.

"Harder To Breathe" by Maroon 5 started playing, egging on my drunken fun.

"Are you?" he asked, his hand caressing down to my left pec, his fingers teasing one of my nipples. That was fighting dirty.

I moved my hand to his chin, letting my finger fall between his lips. He sucked them in and bit down gently. A little whine escaped from my own lips and I prayed to every deity that no one heard. I felt that warm feeling in my crotch and I forced myself to ignore it since we had friends around.

"Not even a little," he said confidently, his warm breath ghosting over my fingers.

His hand trailed down to press flat against my stomach, eliciting images of his frequent blow job technique. Most times that Blaine gave me head, he would place one hand on my stomach while he went down on me just like he was doing now.

"Maybe a bit." I tried stroking my hand down the side of his neck then resting my palm on his side, trying to make him notice that I usually put my hand there when we had sex.

If he realized it was undetermined as he stayed completely placid and put his hand on my hip, rubbing in a slow circle.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Fuck, my Little Kurt was trying desperately to make itself known and I was fighting even harder to make it not.

I tried rubbing my hand up his chest, mussing his shirt then dragging my fingers down to his upper thigh. His eyes raked me up and down and I held my breath.

We were starting to attract a bit of an audience. Mike held his pillow, eyes peeking out from behind it. Brittany sat on Santana's lap, both watching aptly. The rest of the club were in various forms of staring as well.

I squeezed my legs together as his fingers trailed at the meeting of my thigh to my waist, tickling me. I shimmed closer to him and breathed in his ear, "Are you nervous?" as I slid my fingers under his belt.

He looked in my eye, amused. His hand wavered over my crotch and I could feel the entire room soft of lean forward, waiting to see what would happen.

Suddenly I was on my back and it took me a moment to realize that it was Blaine who was attacking my neck and grinding against me. The room burst out into laughter, but I could barely hear them over the loud rushing in my ears and I gripped onto Blaine and ground roughly into his waist.

The laughing seemed to die down as Puck said, "Oh god, they're actually, like doing it!"

I blocked them all out because I had never been this fucking hard and horny in all my life and I really needed to cum. Thankfully though Blaine seemed to be in the same predicament.

I was close, very close. Then I felt a light tapping on my forehead and almost bit whoever was interrupting Blaine and my extremely hot dry humping session.

"What Mike?" I ground out.

"Would this be a bad time to tell you that everyone put Blaine's name in the hat?"

I looked up at Mike, stilling my hips. "What? Blaine! I thought you said you only put Mike up to it!"

Puck chuckled, sipping at his beer. "Naw man, we were all in on it. But I never would have expected for it to turn out as deliciously as this."

"Blaine!" I whined.

"Wha?" he slurred out, legs still squeezing around my upper thigh.

"Get off, Blaine. You and Mike ruined it for me."

"Didn't for me," he rumbled, pretty intent on coming that very second. I pushed him off and scooted back. He looked practically angry, trying to cover his massive erection, he suddenly looked like he was going to throw up; ah the joys of alcohol.

I looked down at my own boner and shrugged to myself. "Comon.'"

I dragged him into the nearest bathroom then slammed him against the wall, pressing my body against his and moving our legs between each others thighs.

He came a second later while I had to build myself up again. His face twisted as he shucked roughly against me, then he slumped against the wall, spent. It was kinda kinky to keep going even though he was done. For that moment I was just using his body to get off, totally in control. I knew he was coming back to Earth when his teeth grazed against my collar which sent me off, splattering the inside of my jeans with my cum.

We slid down to the ground together, clutching at each others shirts. I snuggled up next to him, allowing myself to relax in the afterglow. But I had that weird feeling you get when you think someone is watching you so I couldn't really bask in it.

I slowly opened one eye and noticed that Blaine was stark white and staring ahead. I lazily followed his gaze then almost screamed when I noticed Finn standing at the toilet, hand still holding his dick.

"Um, hi. Don't mind me, I was just peeing, but I see you two are already done."

"Why? Why?" I asked, looking at the ceiling for some kind of god to tell me why this happened in my life.

"So," Finn began conversationally, tucking himself in and flushing. "I guess your mailman hasn't been working for you."

I buried my head into Blaine's chest, really needing to block out the world before I died of embarrassment.

Finn leaned against the sink. "Now is this going to become a thing or something? Like, you know, me seeing you two get each other off? Because comon' guys... this is the second time this has happened!"