Both boys generally woke up with the usual teenage boy problem, which was exacerbated further by the fact that they were sleeping in a bed with their boyfriend every night. Kurt suspected Blaine was trying to hide his own frustration, and that was merely worsening Kurt's. Even thinking about Blaine in the shower made Kurt hard.

When had he become such a sex-maniac? He wondered, ashamed as he felt his groin start to get hot pressed against Blaine's hip. Kurt shifted uncomfortably, trying to conceal his growing problem. Blaine had given him a tiny taste of what it could be like and now he wanted more. He felt Blaine's breath get a little heavier and he hoped he wasn't falling asleep. He couldn't leave Kurt like this again! He stirred again, trying to get some relief.

Suddenly he felt Blaine's Adam's apple vibrate under his cheek, and his words made his stubble tickle Kurt's face tantalisingly.

"Kurt, stop wiggling or I'm going to have to sleep on the camp bed," Blaine groaned in a husky voice as he pressed his lips to Kurt's forehead.

"Why?" Kurt asked, bewildered.

"Because you're making it really hard not to want to go and find those condoms your dad gave you right now," Blaine said languidly, stroking Kurt's arm and loving the thrill of goose bumps that ran up his boyfriends arm under his fingers.

Kurt sighed raggedly.

"Really?" he whispered, and Blaine loved the tiny hint of excitement in his voice.

"Yes, really, dummy," Blaine smiled at him with a pained expression.

"Are we ready for something like that?" Kurt worried, and shifted a little higher so he could look Blaine in the eyes. Blaine groaned at Kurt's erection brushing his midriff and his eyes darkened, but he managed to keep concentrating on the words Kurt was speaking and not the entirely edible lips that were speaking them.

"No." Blaine replied dryly. "So stop wriggling against me like that or I swear I will not be responsible for the consequences, Kurt!" Blaine's voice was hollow, and Kurt snuck a peek downwards.

Blaine's erection was clearly obvious and Kurt felt his mouth go dry.

Taking an age to make up his mind, and get the confidence, Kurt let his hand slowly move down. He didn't touch Blaine… yet. He stayed perfectly still, with just his arm committing to the act. His heart had never beat so fast in all his life, and he was sure Blaine could feel it beating out of his chest.

Then his hand had reached its destination. He hovered it in mid-air for a moment, before taking a huge breath and reaching out his fingers.

"Ugh!" Blaine let out a totally involuntary noise from his throat. His head threw itself back on the pillow in some weird kind of reflex and his hand grabbed a handful of the sheets.

"Kurt!" he hissed, trying to keep his sanity as Kurt's hand was tracing his bulge lightly.

His hand shot out to grab Kurt's wrist as Kurt pressed firmly. He held Kurt's hand prisoner and let his mouth search for Kurt's lips. They found each other, and their lips and tongues danced sexily, while Blaine took a shuddering breath and pulled Kurt's wrist to the waistband of his pyjamas. Kurt's fingers tickled the snail trail of hair and Blaine reached out for Kurt as his fingers crept under the elastic waistband.

It was Kurt's turn to groan as Blaine palmed his bulge through the silk pants he wore to bed. The silk pants felt amazing, and Blaine suspected he would have moaned just from the feel of them, even if Kurt had not, at that moment wrapped his fingers around his cock.

Kurt and Blaine both froze. This was totally uncharted territory. Making each other come from some dry humping suddenly felt insanely innocent, and na�ve. Nothing compared to this. Kurt panicked slightly at the velvety feel beneath his fingers but he grasped firmly and Blaine began to rub his hand over Kurt's crotch again.

Kurt was kissing Blaine for all he was worth, but it was like Blaine had suddenly forgotten how. Kurt's hand was sliding up and down now, and Blaine could just lie there and feel. He didn't have the ability to multitask when it came to Kurt, and all the rest of his brain had shut down. He could just focus on Kurt's fingers, and his kissing ability was a severe casualty.

Kurt chuckled throatily as even Blaine's hand against Kurt's erection stopped its movements, and merely rested there as Kurt concentrated on Blaine.

Kurt took advantage of Blaine's momentary stroke and began to pull at his flannel pants. He wanted them gone. Now. In Blaine's sex-addled state he could only help, lifting his hips and wriggling out of them.

Kurt gulped a little. Blaine was bigger than he had thought. Blaine suddenly woke up to himself a little and moved to kiss Kurt. Before Kurt knew what was happening, Blaine's hands were cupping his arse underneath his pyjamas.

Moaning into Blaine's mouth he began to move his wrist again, twisting around Blaine firmly, and he cried out and his head was thrown back again. Kurt wanted to see him do that again. He pressed a kiss near Blaine's nipple, then moved lower and found a spot near Blaine's abdomen, then his hip.

Blaine was writhing uncomfortably in expectation, and his stomach had started tensing already.

Then Kurt's lips were on him, and he threw his fist into his mouth to keep from screaming.

So hot, and wet, and… Kuuuurt! Blaine thought incoherently as Kurt's head began to bob up and down a little, struggling to take him all in.

Blaine's phone blared loudly from the bedside table, but Blaine merely thrust his hands into Kurt's hair to have something to hold on to. He was going to lose it.

Kurt tried not to grin with Blaine in his mouth. Teeth might be dangerous right now. He loved the reaction he was getting, and it wasn't nearly as scary as he had been expecting. He tried to take Blaine all the way into his mouth, but gave up when he started to gag. He didn't see how people could do that, but he really wished he could. Blaine's eyes were closed, and his head was thrown back, and his back had started to arch.

"Kurt, I'm gonna…" Blaine managed to get out, before Kurt's mouth was suddenly flooded and he hurried to swallow before he drowned. Some escaped and started to dribble down his chin, and Kurt needed to cough so badly as he got some caught in his throat. He suspected that he was making a bad job of this, so he tried to lick Blaine clean, which earned him a guttural sound from his inebriated boyfriend, and he kissed the tip before sitting up to wipe his face. It didn't taste as bad as he had been expecting; certainly salty, and bitter, but there was a definite taste of Blaine that he loved.

Kurt watched Blaine's stomach muscles spasm as he struggled to catch his breath. Kurt laughed and moved to lie next to him.

"I didn't even move," Blaine panted, "You did that! That was entirely your fault that time!" He was grinning dizzily as he tried to wipe sweaty hair from his eyes.

Kurt pressed himself against Blaine. "So when is it your fault then? I'm kind of looking forward to that," he said softly in Blaine's ear.

Blaine groaned.

"Kurt Hummel, you will be the death of me! Just give me a minute and I'm all yours," Blaine grinned, still panting.

"Who rang?" Blaine asked Kurt, motioning towards his phone, "It's kind of late for my other booty call…" he joked as Kurt playfully hit him.

Kurt checked Blaine's screen.

Rachel Berry.