Blaine stared at the guest room door a few seconds after his aunt slammed it shut. He could feel Kurt moving beside him, and heard the boy laugh when Pams words finally registered. You know. The whole "Use a condom!" thing she shouted.

"Wow." Blaine shook his head and sat up on the bed. "Im sorry about that…"

"Its fine." Kurt was still smiling, but he distanced himself a bit. "Im surprised she didnt break in the door with a Barry White song playing and throw lube at us."

Blaine forced a laugh as he looked around the room. He wondered just what wouldve happened had they not been disturbed, because he remembered having his hand on Kurts ass and his exs lips not that far from his own. But maybe the interruption was a good thing. After all, Blaine wasnt trying to get Kurt to stay so that they could mess around. Wait. That was a lie. Blaine wanted to mess around. But that should not have been the reason he wanted Kurt to stay. He was mature now. He could totally spend the night with him and not mount him. This was an opportunity for Blaine to show Kurt that he could be his friend first –

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked.

Blaine looked over at him. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Im good." He got up and began to smooth out the sheets. "So, you can stay. Great. How about we go for a walk or something?"

Kurt folded his legs as he watched Blaine nervously move about the room. "Id rather just kick Nick and Jeff out of your room and hang in there."

Blaine began to fluff one of the pillows as Kurt laughed.

"Youre sure youre okay?"

The question helped Blaine realize he was being a total spaz. He took the opportunity to take a deep breath, gently placing the pillow back down where he found it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kurt smirking at him.

"I told you Im fine."

Kurt rolled over to the edge of the bed, sliding closer to Blaine. The smirk never left his face, and Blaine stared at him curiously.

"I make you nervous, dont I?" Kurt asked.

Blaine rolled his eyes, smiling as he looked up at the ceiling. "Oh my god, Kurt."

"Its okay if I do," he said. "I know Im cute."

Blaine looked down at Kurts tattooed hand as it took his own. He pulled the boy up to his feet and gestured behind him. "Youre cute. But contrary to what it felt like, or what it mayve looked like to my aunt…" he bit his lip, trailing off when he felt Kurt move even closer to him. "I – I wasnt trying to get you to stay here so that we could mess around."

Kurt pouted. It was an obvious pout, at that. "Thats disappointing." He walked off, smiling eventually when he saw Blaines eyes following his hips. "But Ill stick to the plan. We can stay on separate sides of the room and watch one of those TV ministers."

He opened the door and was gone. Blaine smiled to himself. It was obvious that he was being tested by Kurt. He just didnt know if passing the test would be keeping his hands to himself, or reaching out and touching him…

Kurt listened into Blaines bedroom for any signs of moaning before knocking a couple times. The lack of an answer made him hesitant. Seeing Nick and Jeff doing anything sexual would ensure he looked at them in a different light. It wasnt a light he wanted to see any of his friends in. Kurt stepped away from the door and peeked down the steps. Mikey and Neil were seated together at the bottom, both of them taking turns petting Diesel. Kurt smiled at them as he leant against the wall.

Relationship goals for sure.

"Good," Blaine said. "Your clothes are still on."

Kurt looked behind him to see Blaine had a bit more confidence when it came to blindly walking into rooms. He followed behind him and smirked. Sure, Nick and Jeff had clothes on, but barely. Jeff was in a pair of floral briefs as Nick massaged the back of his thighs.

"Five more minutes," Jeff moaned, looking back at Kurt and Blaine with the most sated expression either had ever seen.

Nick turned around and winked. "Make it ten," he added.

Kurt laughed as he moved further in the room, plopping on the bed. "Dont mind Blaine and me. Were just going to hang out here and cockblock."

"Actually," Blaine began to speak, emptying his pockets onto his dresser. "Im about start hitting you two with pillows if youre not out of my room in ten seconds."

"Blaaaaaine," Jeff whined.

Nick laughed as he worked his hands up Jeffs shoulder. "Come on, my little dancing machine. Well get dressed and take the party back to your house."

Blaine applauded as he walked over to the bed. "Thats the spirit!" He sat next to Kurt, picking Nicks shirt off the floor and tossing it behind him. Kurt laughed when it landed on the boys head.

"Fine," Jeff said, rolling off the bed and grabbing his clothes. "Im assuming were leaving because you two want to get busy. Ill leave for that."

"And dont forget that your family is downstairs…" Nick said.

Blaine glanced at Kurt, watching as he began to get comfortable on the bed. "Were just chilling, guys."

"Yeah." Kurt rolled onto his stomach as he looked back at Nick, sending his friend a wink. "So hurry up and get lost so we can just chill."

"This is where Justin would say theyre gonna fuck if he were here. I miss him." Jeff stepped into his jeans one foot at a time. "I miss David, too."

At the mention of David, Blaine rolled his eyes away. The two of them hadnt been talking as much as they used to since David told Kurt to do the modeling thing. He scrolled through the guide and settled on a Christmas movie. Theyd talk their differences out when they saw each other again.

It took another five minutes, but eventually Nick and Jeff had gotten dressed, gotten their Kurt hugs, and left Blaines house. Two down – too many to go. Blaine walked them to the door to say goodbye, then ended up getting Mikey another slice to share with his little date. Neil was a good kid at least. He had manners and he didnt whine as much as kids their age usually did. And the two of them would not shut up about the Avengers. It was cute.

Just when Blaine thought hed be in the clear to go upstairs and spend some time with Kurt, his mother was calling for him to come into the living room.

"The piano has been tuned!" She called out. "Come sing us a song!"

Blaine looked into the open area from where he was with Mikey. Burt, Pam, Donald, Cooper, Ashley… more people than Blaine wanted to acknowledge were giving him these bright smiles and expectant looks. One of the guys from Burts shop helped Cooper push the piano further into the room as Uncle Don cheered.

"Ill pass."

"Come on!" Burt stood to his feet, his glass held high in the air. "If you can sing Fourth Harmony with no problem when no one asks you to, you can sing a song for us when we actually want it."

Blaine ignored the laughter as he closed the pizza box. He would do literally anything to get these people to leave. Youd think with him having been in a competition across the country that morning that people would know he wanted to rest. The stress of the break up and everything going on with his coming out… singing was the last thing he wanted to do.

"CJ plays almost as well as I do. Hell sing for you."

"Come on, little bro," Cooper said with a smile. "We want to hear the future champion of the Recon Tour tickle the ivory. Get over here or were pulling out the baby picture album."

The attention turned to Kurt as his footsteps sounded from the staircase. He stopped as soon as he saw everyone staring at him.

"Whatever happened, Mikey did it."

"Hey!" Mikey said.

"Were trying to get your boyfriend – well, your Blaine to sing," Clarissa said, gesturing to the piano. Kurts face lit up at the thought. He leant against the banister and grinned in Blaines direction.

And that was the only reason Blaine even considered a performance.

"You should sing Juju On That Beat," Neil suggested with a whisper. Blaine smiled at him.

A chant of SING – SING – SING began to erupt. Mikey was the only one not to participate; he was too busy chewing his cheese slice. Kurt, however, was the one who initiated it.

"Alright! Alright, jeez…" Blaine straightened his tank top as he nudged Cooper away, walking over to the piano. Papa Bear probably would not be cheering so hard if he knew just what Kurt had done to him on this piano. "Simmer down, please."

They eventually got quiet, though Uncle Don pulled his camera phone out like itd been planned all along. Blaine took a deep breath before running his hands over the keys. He had to think of something that wasnt blatantly obvious, but then he saw Kurt smiling at him and couldnt help the way his skin heated up.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Blaine Alexander Anderson. I currently reside in Long Beach, California."

"Just sing the damn song," Cooper said.

Blaine looked back at Kurt and smiled when he saw the boy laughing. "This song is for Michelle Obama. Its not for Kurt, so dont think that."

Kurt smirked as Aunt Pam rolled her eyes. "Not according to what I saw a few minutes ago," she mumbled.

"What did you see?" Burt questioned.

Blaine began to cough and play the keys louder as a distraction. Luckily, it worked. The attention was back on him.

Pulling me further
Further than Ive ever been before
Making me stronger
Shaking me right to the core, oh,
I dont know whats in the stars
Never heard it from above, the world isnt ours
But I know whats in my heart
If you aint mine Ill be torn apart

I dont know whos gonna kiss you when Im gone
So Im gonna love you now, like its all I have
I know itll kill me when its over
I dont wanna think about it, I want you to love me now

Blaine had been intent on keeping his eyes closed as he sang his acoustic cover, but the cooing from his family and friends made him open them. Apparently, Neil had gotten Mikey to stop eating long enough to ask him for a dance. Blaine continued to play the melody as he glanced back at Kurt – Kurt was giving heart eyes to the two kindergarteners just like everyone else. Mikey threw an arm over Neils shoulder and rocked back and forth with him. Donald could only shake his head.

"I think my 5-year-old is going steady," he whispered.

I dont know whos gonna kiss you when Im gone
So Im gonna love you now, like its all I have
I know itll kill me when its over
I dont wanna think about it, I want you to love me now

Oh, I want you to love me now…

He trailed off softly and looked around the room with a smile. "The End!"

"No!" His mother shouted. "Continue. I love that song and you sounded amazing, my love."

"Im done," Blaine caught Kurts pout as he continued. "Youre all lucky I gave you that much. Make Burt sing a song to Ashley."

"You dont want me to sing," Burt said.

"Ill go next," Cooper said, messing up Mikeys hair as he walked by. "Ill play something for our little love birds. This is the Goofy Goober Song from Spongebob Squarepants."

Neil and Mikey jumped up and down in approval. Blaine took the opportunity to get out of the room entirely. He tippy toed to the stairs, went past Kurt, tripped over the top step, but ran straight over to his bed. He tried not to laugh as he heard Cooper trying to sing a Spongebob rock song on the freaking piano. His brother was an idiot.

"Your brother is an idiot."

Kurt closed the door behind himself and stepped into the room. He crossed both arms over his chest as he stepped closer to the bed; Blaine sprawled out over the purple sheet set.

"Accurate," Blaine said, peeking up through his lashes. "Old news though."

Kurt hummed, pushing him over and sitting down on the edge. The Christmas movie was still playing on TV. "Are you watching the Hallmark channel?"

Blaine smiled. "Maybe."

Kurt watched for a moment before turning back to face Blaine. His curls were starting to grow back. He liked it that way. "I loved your song. I think the First Lady would, too."

"Good. It was for her."

Kurt nodded. "Sure it was."

"It was." Blaine couldnt stop himself from smiling as he peeked one eye open, glancing at the boy he loved. "You wanted it to be for you, didnt you?"

Kurt did the most dramatic eyeroll Blaine had ever seen.

"Its okay to admit it. I mean look at me, Kurt." Blaine sat up and pulled up his tank top, showing off his abs. "Im a work of art."

"Oh my goodness –"

"If I feel up to it, Ill sing a song for you. Maybe." Blaine moved further up the bed and watched Kurt smiling back at him. "Dont look at me like that, either. Im trying to behave."

Kurt shrugged and reached for the remote. "I dont know how I was looking at you, darling." He scrolled through the guide, and Blaine wasnt even a little shocked when Kurt turned on The Voice.

"Youre looking at me like you want to come over here and kiss me," he replied.

Kurt was biting his lip, but Blaine could see the smile he was trying to hide from a mile away.

"Its a good look for you, though. When you give me that look…" Blaine began. "Very sexy."

"You know whats not a good look for you?" Kurt asked. He waited for an answer. None came. Kurt got up, put the remote on the nightstand, and laid down beside Blaine. "Youre quiet now, huh?"

Blaine watched Adam Levine hit his button on screen. "Im waiting for you to tell me whats not a good look, I guess."

"Youre flirting with me, but too scared to do anything else," Kurt answered. "Its not a good look for you. What would be a good look is you flirting with me and then doing something about it."

Blaine licked his lips. "I dont know what you mean."

Kurt scoffed.

"I was waiting for your dad to leave and take all those people with him before I got in the shower, but Im starting to get too tired to put it off any longer."

This further proved Kurts point. Blaine was running from the conversation. Kurt stretched his legs out and watched the rest of the performance. If Blaine was avoiding the conversation, it was because he was nervous, and if Kurt knew him well, he was nervous because he didnt want to mess things up any further.

The thing about that was; Kurt was beginning to get impatient. As much as he loved that Blaine was trying to show him that their relationship was much more than what they did, and how good they made each other feel on a sexual level, this wasnt how one took a break. They still saw each other. They texted, and said "I Love You". Trying to strictly maintain a friendship wasnt easy. Kurt was only a man. He wanted Blaines hands and his mouth on him.

"I think Ill go now." Blaine slowly got off the bed and walked towards his dresser drawers. "Ten minute shower. Ill be right back."

Kurt nodded. "Sounds good to me, Mr. BMX. Ill be here."

"Cool." Blaine looked Kurt over once more before finally turning away. He grabbed a couple things for the shower and disappeared.

Much to Blaines delight, Burt and Ashley said goodnight to everyone after hed gone to get in the shower. Kurt surprised his father when he hugged them both goodbye instead of leaving with them, explaining that hed be hanging out with Blaine for the night. His father didnt look completely on board.

"Dont come home tomorrow with another break up story, please? You two need to get it together."

Kurt smiled, pulling away from the hug with his dads girlfriend. "Im a big boy. Well be fine, Dad."

Burt hummed. "Call me if you need me."

Kurt closed the door behind them and stealthily made his way back up to Blaines room. He decided to borrow some clothes since he didnt have anything in his duffle bag but his gear for the dance recital. He was lucky to have some of his moisturizers over here for when he stayed over in the past.

He changed into a pair of Tommy Hilfiger boxer briefs and one of Blaines blue tank tops. After mussing his hair so it lost a bit of its style, he crawled into the bed and got under the covers.

Cooper knocked on the door in passing and shouted a goodnight that Kurt barely heard over the volume of Pharrell Williams and Blake Sheltons argument. He said goodnight back.

Being single wasnt working for him. If this were a couple weeks ago, Kurt would be sneaking Blaine into his room right about now, and two minutes from now, theyd take turns licking yogurt off of various surfaces of their bodies.

"Nick and Jeff better be getting lucky right now," Kurt said with a smile; the long day overtaking him as he got comfortable and closed his eyes.

-x-

"Tell me what you meant."

Jeff ignored his boyfriend again. He was too focused on how hard the nub of Nicks nipple felt against his tongue ring. The reaction he got when he sucked gently on the boys chest made Jeff smile against it.

"So, youre just gonna ignore me?" Nick questioned softly.

Jeff nodded, moving lower down Nicks body. "I have better things to do right now. Talking… its a waste of my time."

Nick wanted to thrust up, but Jeff hadnt even undone his belt buckle yet. It was sad just how much hed been falling apart when all his boyfriend was doing was kissing the upper portion of his body.

It sucked that Nick couldnt take him back to his place for this, but despite the room being small, Jeffs place was quieter. His brother and grandmother never bothered him. Meanwhile, he had to worry about his mom who didnt exactly approve of their relationship, and his younger sisters who still didnt know what "PLEASE FREAKING KNOCK" meant.

"Ill talk then," Nick said. His hands made their way to the blond hair on Jeffs gorgeous head. "When you said you wanted to top…"

Jeff ran his hand over Nicks cock, loving how hard it felt underneath the fabric of his jeans. "Yes?"

Nick moaned. He wanted the world right now. Jeff always took him perfectly; begging for more, forcing him deeper, and Nick loved fucking him. But he wanted to know how it would feel to have Jeff inside of him. It would probably drive him insane.

"What position would you put me in if you topped?" Nick asked.

Jeff looked up from what he was doing with a smile on his face. He continued to stroke him, eventually undoing Nicks jeans and slowly sliding them down to about the knees.

"Yes," Nick moaned.

Jeff kissed down the length of his cock over the briefs he wore. "Honestly, whatever position you wanted me to."

Nick took a deep breath.

"My first fantasy about doing you was when we were 14," Jeff continued. "We were leaving the skate park, and got back to Justins place. You couldnt stop talking about how cute Naomi was, and I couldnt stop thinking about stripping you out of those sweat pants and fucking you on the sofa. Freshman year was rough for me. Lots of confusion. Even more hormones."

Nick pushed his hair from his face and tried to breathe more steadily. It wasnt easy when his boyfriend started to lick at the slit of his dick like it was a piece of candy. "Oh yeah?"

Jeff nodded. Eventually, he slid his mouth lower on Nick, and all conversation ceased for the time being. His throat was being fucked and he had to admit, he loved every second of it.

Harold, Jeffs next door neighbor, mustve turned off his bedroom light. Theyd been using his light as their light, and the room had gone completely dark. Nick dropped his hands to his side and relaxed, letting Jeff blow him at a steady tempo. It felt so good that Nick was willing to drop the conversation just to let him focus on sucking his cock.

It was premature to say that this was the best BJ ever given because Jeff was only getting started, but that didnt stop Nick from thinking it. He let go a shaky breath as he moved his legs further apart, and the feeling in his stomach when Jeffs fingertips moved lightly across his nuts threatened to make Nick give one embarrassing moan.

Jeff let his tongue ring linger on Nicks vein before pulling off completely. There was movement on the bed for a moment, and eventually Nick was there alone. He tried to get his jeans off the rest of the way in one smooth motion but ended up kicking repeatedly when they pooled around his ankles.

"I figured youd want to see me," Jeff said as he turned on his floor lamp. Nick tossed his jeans on the floor and smiled at him.

"You know I would." He licked his lips and watched Jeff strip out of his clothes. It was about time. Nick hated being the only one that was naked, and he hated that it felt more like Jeff was taking care of him. Jeff was the one who just killed it at his senior dance recital in front of hundreds of people. This night was going to be for him. "Do I get to kiss you from head to toe now?"

Jeff smiled as he moved a little closer. "Only if I get to eat you first?"

It was probably the first time Jeff saw four different expressions cross Nick Duvals face. Nick had always been the type to be in control of everything, even when it came down to how they had sex. Jeff was a big fan of it, but he was going to give the boy a break tonight.

"Okay," Nick said. He nodded, sitting up a bit. "Yeah. Where do you want me?"

-x-

Kurt couldnt hang. At all. It wasnt even 11 and he was already passed out in a cocoon of warmth and happiness.

Blaine took the opportunity to be creepy without judgment and watched him for a while. Kurt slept with a small smile on his face. He was probably dreaming about Fashion Week, or Yoplait, or him. Blaine smiled. He ran the towel through his wet hair one more time before tossing it to the hamper, and carefully climbed into the bed.

Kurt only flinched a little, but after a moment, his breathing evened out again and he went right back to sleep. Blaine smiled at him, ignoring the creepy voice in his head that said to kiss him. Instead, he maintained a respectable distance and decided to get some sleep, too. Theyd be able to talk in the morning after a good 10 or 12 hours.

-x-

Shit. Oh, fuck. "Yes," Nick gasped.

Jeff spread Nicks ass cheeks apart and placed a kiss softly around the rim. He noticed that when his lips and tongue got close to his nuts, Nick writhed and pushed his ass higher in the air. If Jeff admitted how many times he pictured the two of them in this very scenario, hed have to admit that he was a dirty, dirty boy.

He worked the tip of his tongue along Nicks ass, making his way back to the rim. Eating Nick out had succeeded in making Jeff as hard as hed ever been. It had to be a combination of Nicks moaning, his soft demands – the way he tasted and smelled. Knowing hed been the only one to do this to him as well.

Jeff pushed his tongue in as deep as he could, slowly working it in and out. He was jealous that Nicks hand was getting to stroke his cock like that. He wanted it to be his hand. Nick reached behind him and thrust his free hand into Jeffs hair, holding his head in place.

"Youre really good at that," said Nick, his voice shaky and laced with a little amusement. "Dont judge me if I cum."

Jeff placed a few kisses at his entrance before pulling away. "Id only judge you if you came and then went to sleep."

Nick laughed; his right hand steadily working up and down his cock. "Not until I uphold my end… of the deal." His body clenched the closer he got to his orgasm, and Jeff ran his hands up and down the back of his body. "Im really kissing you all over."

Jeff smiled at him. "And then what?"

Nick buried his face into the pillow and moaned. His orgasm hit him harder than he expected, and he shook as the cum spilled all over his fist. "Fuck."

Jeff bit his lip, squeezing Nicks ass in his each palm. "Answer me, baby."

"Ah…" Nick tried to sit up and laughed at himself when he realized how weak his limbs were. "What was the question again?"

Jeff smiled down at him. "After you kiss me all over, what happens?" He turned Nick over and looked at the mess, wanting to lick every drop from his hands, but also not wanting to seem like a thirsty cum slut. He was, but that was neither here nor there.

Nick reached over for his t-shirt and began to wipe off what he could. "What do you want to do?"

Jeff playfully rolled his eyes. They were not about to do this shy guy thing. He reached underneath his mattress and grabbed a condom, then reached around for a bottle of lubricant on the countertop next to his bed. Nick was quiet, waiting expectantly for Jeff to say something, only his boyfriend put the items on the covers and then lay beside him without uttering a word.

Nick took a moment to appreciate just what he was looking at. He was lucky to have Jeff. He needed to say that more often. The boy spread his legs and touched himself, gently massaging his balls. Nick moved Jeffs hand away and replaced it with his lips.

"Damn," Jeff smiled. "You know, youre just about kissing my nuts like you want me to fuck you afterwards."

Nick felt his cock stiffen despite coming his brains out less than five minutes ago. "Thats what I was aiming for."

Jeff licked his lips. "Thats just what I wanted to hear."

-x-

"I wish I had a phone to text you," Mikey said. "Id text you when we got home."

His dad pulled up in front of Neils place and parked. Mikey wasnt ready to say goodbye, but at least theyd see each other in school on Monday.

Neil undid his seatbelt and grabbed his sweater. "Its okay, Michael. I had so much fun and Kurt was the best."

Mikey smiled. "I know."

"You should come with me to walk him to his door," Pam said. She got out of the car first and opened the door for them. Mikey undid his seatbelt and told his father hed be right back.

"Ill be here," Don said with a smile. "Goodnight, Neil. See you soon."

"Goodbye."

Pam led the two up the path to Neils apartment complex. She glanced back at them and shook her head. Mikey threw an arm over the little boy as they walked, and God only knew what he was whispering.

"Maybe you can hang out with us next Friday, too," Pam told him. Neil lit up at the thought.

"Ill ask my grandpa."

As if on cue, the older gentleman opened the door of the building. Pam gave a warm smile and a hello, grateful that he didnt seem as grumpy Blaine described him. "Good evening, Mr. Lawrence."

"Hi Grandpa!" Neil turned back to Mikey and snuck a hug before running over to his grandfather. The man asked him if he had a good time and Neil started to talk about 50 miles per hour.

Mikey wanted a kiss goodnight, but hed settle for the hug. "Thanks for coming. See you Monday!"

Neil waved goodbye, and Pam didnt miss the huge grin on each of their faces. "See you Monday, Mikey."

"We had a good night," she told his grandfather. "We had pizza and ice cream on the way back."

"Im surprised he isnt trying to move in," the boys grandfather joked. "Thanks for watching my boy."

"Of course. Goodnight." Pam waved at Neil and grabbed Mikey by the hand, leading him back to their car. She counted to five, and just as suspected, her little man did not disappoint.

"So… can Neil move in or was his grandpa just joking?"

"He was joking, Mikey."

-x-

The heat in Jeffs bedroom was almost unbearable. Or maybe it was normal and he couldnt tell because he was about to explode. Regardless, he was determined to give Nick at least five minutes of pleasure.

"Thats going to leave a nice hickey," Nick moaned against his neck. "Want one on your thigh?"

Jeff reached for the condom and shook his head no. "Not right now. Lay down."

Nick hesitated for a moment.

"You know Ill take my time," Jeff whispered. His hand reached up to cup the boys face and he kissed him slowly. Nick started to relax, and Jeff laid him down as gingerly as he could. "I promise Ill make you feel almost as good as it feels when you fuck me."

Nick smiled. He was eager and nervous at the same time, he could admit that much. "Stop wasting time and stretch me."

Jeff bit him on the corner of his lip and pulled away. The look in his eyes let Nick know he was in for a fucking ride. This was going to be one of those nights where Nick wished he didnt waste time being an idiot and asked Jeff to be his boyfriend a lot sooner.

It started with two fingers deep inside of him. Nick looked up at the ceiling as he rode those two fingers like it was the real deal. Jeff seemed to be enjoying this too, if the way he was grinding against Nicks thighs as his fingers worked were any indication.

Another finger in and Nick couldnt stop thinking about the fact that one of his closest friends was about to be inside him. Technically he already was, but Jeff was about to be inside of him, pushing further than hed ever been. Sure, Nick had fucked him before, but this felt different.

Jeff withdrew his fingers and started to lather himself up again. Nick watched him and bit his lips.

"Last chance to tell me if youre afraid."

Afraid? Nick spread his legs further apart. "Come again?"

Jeff looked down at him and arched an eyebrow. "Damn. Nothing."

And fuck. Nick found himself pulling his boyfriend closer, attempting to wrap his legs around the slim waist when Jeff snapped his hips forward.

"Yes!" he groaned, throwing his head back and digging his nails into Jeffs back. "Oh, fuck."

Jeff hadnt moved in a few seconds, and Nick felt him breathing heavily above him.

"You okay?" Nick asked, smiling cockily.

Jeff lifted his face from where it was buried in Nicks cheek and nodded. "Perfect. Trying not to bust a nut is all."

Nick licked his lips. "Move, Jeff."

Jeff took a deep breath and moved in further, snapping his hips and looking at Nick for a reaction. "Such a pretty bottom, Nick. You know that?"

"Youre a gorgeous top," Nick answered back, rubbing slowly over Jeffs shoulders. He closed his eyes when Jeff slid out and then in harder, cursing beneath his breath. "Do that again."

Jeff sped up his pace. It had to be five minutes by now, right? He listened to Nicks moaning as he fucked him faster, glancing over at the clock on the wall and realizing that the minute hand had only moved twice since he first entered Nick.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jeff mumbled.

Nick opened his eyes. "Whats the matter?"

Jeff moved in deeper and smirked, watching Nick all but fall apart. "You know how Ive been fantasizing about this for years of our friendship? I last a lot longer than Im about to in every single one of those fantasies."

Nick tried to laugh, but the laugh was cut off by a long sigh when Jeff grabbed his cock and stroked him in time with the rhythm of his movements. It felt good letting someone else take care of him like this. "We have all weekend to do this again. Its okay if you cum."

Jeff watched a bead of sweat drop from his forehead onto Nicks chin as he began to pump harder, hitting the same spot over and over. It was when the minute hand turned a fourth time that he came into the condom. Maybe he didnt reach his goal of 5 pleasure-filled minutes, but both of them seemed pretty satisfied when he pulled out.

"Fuck, baby. Before I go down on you, I just wanted to say that you are fucking fantastic."

Nick nodded an answer. Jeff slowly slid down his body and he smiled to himself. They needed to do that again soon.

-x-

Kurt woke up about 4:30 in the morning. He noticed a couple things; the first was that the room was completely dark, which meant that someone turned off the TV. The second was that he had something weighing down his waist. That either meant that Diesel was sleeping with him and Blaine in bed, or Blaines arm was thrown over him. Kurt turned over and reached down to touch the weight under the covers. It was definitely Blaines muscular grip. He smiled to himself, stretching a bit.

"I have to pee."

Nothing. Not even a budge. Kurt pinched Blaines hand and started to nudge the boy away.

"Move over, Blaine."

"Hm?"

"Move over," Kurt repeated with a laugh. "I want to turn."

Blaine slowly slid his arm back to himself before rolling over himself. He looked around and saw what he could of the dark room before letting out an obnoxious yawn. "Im sorry."

"Its fine," Kurt sat up a bit and ignored his middle of the night wood. He was hard AF. "I didnt mean to fall asleep before you got out the shower. You took longer than I thought."

Blaine stretched his limbs and laid back down. "Yeah. I tried jerking it in there but I knew we had guests. It felt wrong."

Kurt slid closer to him, pulling the covers away from Blaine.

"Do you mind?"

"Nope," Kurt wrapped himself up and smiled to himself. "Didnt you say something about making me breakfast?"

Blaine tried grabbing the covers back as he answered. "I was thinking when the sun actually came up that Id make you a bowl of cereal and a peanut butter sandwich."

Kurt laughed. "Youre a dick."

"But youre being stingy with the covers. Youd be lucky to get that." After a struggle, he got just enough back from Kurt to fit over his body. "Go back to sleep."

"Eh." Kurt yawned again, burying his face in the crook of his elbow before popping back up. "You go back to sleep."

Blaine rolled over onto his stomach, moving closer to Kurt. He could feel the boys hair tickling his nose and smiled. "You very rudely woke me up. I cant sleep now."

Kurt moved further up the bed; his hand landing on the small of Blaines back. "You promised we could watch porn if I came up here, and then when you asked me to stay you were pretty much caressing my ass. I was misled and Im disappointed in you."

Blaine closed his eyes. Kurts hand started to move higher, but he was whispering against his shoulder now.

"If were going to have a sleepover, we should at least give each other handys."

Blaine laughed. "No. No handjobs. Were both unemployed. No jobs. Im not making you cum until youre my man again."

"Giving me an ultimatum, huh?" Kurt asked, smiling to himself as he kissed Blaines shoulder. "I wish I could see your face. You blush a lot more now for whatever reason."

"Me?" Blaine scoffed. "Doubt it."

Kurt kissed him again and rolled away. "Okay. Im really going to pee now."

Blaine frowned a bit as the bed sunk and then Kurt stood. He turned over, trying to make out Kurts silhouette in the dark as the boy moved around his room. After a few moments of stumbling and hitting things, Kurt finally reached the light and turned it on.

"Ouch," he said, rubbing his eyes and then stepping into Blaines slippers.

He was in a blue tank top and a pair of Blaines boxer briefs. They fit him like his own, and Blaine had to sit up to get a better look. Kurt opened the door a second later and entered the hallway.

"He wants the D," Blaine whispered to himself. He smiled and looked down at his body. Suddenly the t-shirt and shorts combination made him feel overdressed.

Blaine hopped up, stripping out of his shirt and looking in his drawer for a bottle of lube. He hid it under the pillow and started to look around for his remote. They could totally do everything Blaine promised earlier if Kurt was actually up to it.

He pulled up a playlist he had on his computer and linked it to the TV. Melody could be heard waking up down the hall and Blaine winced. Of course shed choose now to get hungry.

Kurt crept back into the room and locked the door behind himself. "I think Melody wants me. She obviously sensed me roaming the halls."

Blaine scrolled through the playlist and chose a video that had Colby Chambers and Mickey Knox. "I think you promised to stay with me."

Kurt turned back to the TV. Colby-Knox? His absolute favs.

"Oh?"

Blaine lounged back on his pillow. "Turn out the lights and come get in bed."

Kurt watched the video for a while longer before a smile snuck on his face. He did as Blaine requested, turning the light off and stepping out of the slippers, all before he crawled his way onto the bed and settled under the covers.

"Lower the volume," Kurt whispered. "I dont want your mom to know what were watching in here."

Good point. Blaine lowered the volume and returned his hands underneath the blankets. They watched in silence, enjoying the way Colby pressed into his boyfriend.

"We should start a webcam show," Kurt said thoughtfully. Blaine knew he was bullshitting. "People would pay so much to watch me screw you just like they do with those two."

"Youd never do that," Blaine said. "Id never do that."

"Loser."

"Youd never do it, either," Blaine repeated. He stroked himself over the shorts he wore. "This is just like you, though. Waking me up at this time of the morning and making me watch porn with you. Youre desperate for me to get back with you."

Kurt couldnt help the laugh that thundered out of his chest. "Im sorry. What?"

"So I touched your ass earlier and you havent stopped thinking about it," Blaine continued. "Then, you wake me up and start kissing my shoulder and telling me how badly you want me to pound you."

Kurt laughed some more. "Your perception of reality may be slightly skewed."

"Oh?" Blaine stroked himself a bit harder. "What makes you say that?"

"If I did want you to pound me, youd be pounding me right now. You wouldnt be able to stop yourself. But Im being a good boy and playing by the rules," Kurt trailed off for a moment to watch the guys on screen. He was jealous of the bottom. And of the top. It looked like it felt amazing. "I know we agreed to take our time with this, and I can see that youre scared to make a move, so Im staying in my lane."

"Scared to make a move?" Blaine stopped touching himself and glanced over at Kurt. "When have I ever been scared to make a move with you? That ass has always been mine and we both know it."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Thats why youre spending your time rubbing one out over there instead of touching me, right?"

"Well, what about you?" Blaine asked. He sat up and surveyed what he could of Kurts body. "If youre so brave, then why havent you made a move yet? Im the one who texted you and asked you to come up here, and I had a handful of your ass earlier. Im the one –"

"Oh, please," Kurt laughed, grabbing the remote from him and going to the next video. Three guys were in a locker room after a baseball game and immediately went into shitty dialogue about how much their girlfriends sucked. Kurt let it stay there. "Every time I move in, you get more and more shook. Im surprised you havent changed the conversation yet, Blaine."

Blaine found himself pushing his shorts and underwear off in one go. Hed done it underneath the covers, but Kurt knew exactly what was going on. Kurt thought he was afraid to make a move? Fine. He was going to take his time.

"Turn the volume up a little bit," he said.

Kurt looked away from him and smirked, but did as he was asked. After a minute or so, Blaine could feel him getting undressed beside him as well. He watched as Kurt tossed the tank top across the room and laid back down, getting comfortable beneath the covers.

Threesome videos usually looked awkward and rehearsed to Blaine, but this one wasnt too bad. He folded his hands beneath his head and stared as the Hispanic guy forced a blond to his knees and slid his cock between the mans lips. The other guy in the video – in nothing but his baseball jersey now – stood behind the buff Hispanic and kissed his way across his neck.

Kurt adjusted his positioning under the covers and turned onto his side. Blaine couldnt help but notice that hed moved substantially closer to his side. He turned his head to look at him and smiled when Kurts eyes were focused on him.

"Hey," Blaine whispered.

Kurt bit his lip before turning back to the television.

"Maybe we should come to an agreement."

"About?" Kurt asked.

Blaine slid closer underneath the sheets. He could feel the skin of Kurts bare legs touching his and a jolt of electricity flew through him. It felt so damn familiar.

"About our status," Blaine continued. "Its clear that we both love each other. I dont ever see that changing."

Kurt laid his head flat on the pillow, giving Blaine his complete attention. "True."

"And weve both learned from our mistakes. Were already getting better with our communication, and you know Im going to do my best not to be overbearing."

Kurt nodded. "Im not going to keep things from you."

Blaines hand found Kurts thigh under the covers and he gently moved it higher. "This break up taught me a lot, but the main thing is that I do not want to be without you."

"And I can say the same," Kurt added. He smiled, lifting his hand to play in the spirally curls atop Blaines head. "Im positive we both knew that already, but its nothing like having to suffer – just, going through the things we put each other through – to remind us that being apart is not what we want."

"Exactly. I think about kissing you every other minute," Blaine said. "And, yes, I was nervous tonight. You do make me nervous. Its mostly because I dont want to fuck this up any more."

Kurt licked his lips. There was full on fucking happening on that screen and he had to take a glance. Blaine laughed, turning to face the screen himself.

"We were having a moment, you horny bastard."

"Theyre having a moment, too," Kurt responded with a smile. He used the remote to pause the video and then looked back at Blaine. "Okay. Being completely serious."

Blaine nodded.

"You did not fuck this up. We arent fucked up. Think about what many couples go through – cheating, abuse, nonstop fighting … we hurt each other, sure, but we apologized. And whats happened since then?"

Blaine wanted to close his eyes and soak in the feeling of Kurts hand running through his hair like this. "Weve been working on fixing it."

Kurt nodded. "We have been."

"Well," Blaine sat up, continuing. He wasnt going to be able to think if Kurt kept playing in his hair. "What I was getting at was, since were still in love, and since we still have that desire to, you know, be with one another like we are now, we should get back together. You should be my boyfriend again, and you should kiss me nice and slow."

Kurt hummed as he thought about it. He could see Blaine waiting patiently for a response, and he tapped his chin pensively. "Give me a couple days to mull things over?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Youre an asshole."

Kurt laughed as he sat up on the bed, too. "Kurt and Blaine Hummel, back together again."

Blaine turned to face him. "Is that a yes?"

Kurt answered that question the best way he knew how. He closed the distance between their lips and pressed his own firmly against Blaines, tasting him for what felt like the first time in years. It hadnt been that long, and thats how Kurt knew he was in deep. This boy was going to be the death of him.

He pulled away from the kiss; his hand trailing along Blaines face and cupping his chin. "I almost forgot how sweet you tasted. So good, baby."

Blaine opened his eyes; the hazel falling slightly darker as he looked at Kurts mouth. "Thats a yes."

They smiled at one another, and Kurt slid lower, pulling the covers up to his chest. Blaine followed after him, reaching down to press play on the video and then rolling on top of his ex-ex-boyfriend. They smiled into one anothers mouths as the kissing resumed at 100, sliding against one anothers naked bodies and pulling the other as close as they could get. Kurt parted his lips as he pulled Blaines hair, lifting his hips up and rubbing his erection against Blaine.

"I know you only agreed to get back with me because you werent getting any if you didnt," Blaine whispered.

Kurts eyes rolled back. He could not express with words just how good it felt having Blaine on top of him again. "I fucking love you."

Blaine moved his mouth to Kurts ear, exhaling into it as he whispered dirty words that made Kurt tense up earlier than he planned to. But no. Kurt refused to cum this early.

"You want me to fuck that tight little hole, dont you? Thats my hole, isnt it? To lick, and fuck, and play with whenever I like." Blaine bit on his ear lobe as he rubbed himself quicker between Kurts legs. His boyfriend had a grip on him, squeezing him tightly. "I cant wait to show you how much I missed that tight little hole, Kurt."

Kurts hands worked their way through Blaines hair and then down his back. "Come on, Daddy," he moaned, wanting to pull Blaine closer despite being flush against him. "How much did you miss me?"

Blaine was only encouraged by the neglected porn on their television. He missed this way too much. Maybe it was true that they rushed into things, but going forward theyd be able to enjoy this and maintain a healthy relationship. He knew it.

"Daddys going to show you how much he missed this hole." Blaine slapped Kurts ass so hard the clap echoed, and Kurt laughed as he arched his back.

"Oh, fuck this is going to be good." He pushed Blaine back and got some space to turn over to his stomach. "Have your way with me. Ill be a good boy."

Blaines dick stiffened against Kurts thigh as he licked his lips. Make up sex had always been his favorite. The next video in the playlist came on and Blaine glanced back at it, watching a guy whine as he got his ass eaten like a champ. Blaine looked down at Kurt waiting patiently beneath him and started to kiss his way down the boys freckled back.

"Im so hard," Kurt groaned, more to himself than anyone else. "Im so damn hard, this nut is going to feel incredible."

Blaine laughed as he began to kiss his boyfriends ass, slowly licking his name out across is and smacking him again. He wanted to be able to wake up later and see his handprints. "Arch your back for me, love."

Kurt wasted no time sticking his ass in the air. He was rewarded with Blaines tongue sliding into his hole like itd never left. Kurt fisted his cock and moaned into Blaines pillow. "Shit. Eat that ass, Daddy."

Blaine had a hand on each cheek and his face deep inside the boys ass as he ate him. Kurt was being a little slut, pushing back against his face like he needed it. Blaine twirled his tongue around the rim and nibbled, enjoying the way his legs would shake.

Grateful that he hid the lube under his pillow, Blaine reached for it as he pulled away. Kurt still had a tight grip on his cock, right around the base, and Blaine smiled at him as he flipped the boy on the bed.

"Lets turn around so we can watch these videos."

Kurt smiled, slightly out of breath, slightly flushed from head to toe. He crawled to the foot of the bed and got on all fours, getting even harder when he could feel applying lube to his hole. Another Colby Knox video played on screen. Colby was riding Mickey in this one. Kurt shivered when Blaines slick hands settled around his waist and then bit his lip hard enough to draw blood when Blaine pushed in.

"Oh fuck," Kurt groaned, his eyes rolling back. "Oh my god."

Blaine pushed all the way in without a moment of hesitation. It felt like coming home after having the longest day of your life. He looked up at the video, and then back down to Kurt bent before him.

Back. Forwards. Back. Forwards. Out. In. Out. In. Deep….

Kurt collapsed onto folded arms but kept his ass in the air. He stayed quiet, but had his hands tangled in his own hair as Blaine connected with his spot.

There was no way in hell Kurt ever wanted to go as long without this as they did. Holy fuck. Blaine had been fucking him at a slow pace, but each stroke did nothing less that drive Kurt out of his fucking mind.

"Youre so good for me, baby." Blaine moaned. He had a hand rubbing over his chest and pinching his nipple as the other stayed steady on Kurts hip. "Daddy loves when you take it like this."

Kurt wanted to participate in this conversation, but fuck. He didnt want to cum. He didnt want this to stop. This was what he needed. They needed this.

"Look at the TV," Blaine said. He watched himself. The guys were close to coming. "Theyre moving faster. Should I move faster?"

Kurt shook his head no.

Blaine bit his lip, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of Kurts hair. He made him look at the TV as he worked his cock in and out of him. "Look at them, baby."

"Fuck," Kurt moaned, working his ass back against Blaine. "Fuck me…"

Blaine let him go; lip still between his teeth. He ran his hands down Kurts body and to his waist, locking them there as he moved nice and slow.

Kurt refused to touch his dick. It was hard against his stomach as Blaine moved in and out of him. He wanted this orgasm to be completely Blaines doing. "Fuck one out of me," Kurt moaned. He looked from the screen back at Blaine, smiling when hazel eyes moved from the sight of his cock disappearing inside his tight, little hole and up to Kurts eyes.

"Hard. I want to feel it in the morning, Daddy."

Blaine took a deep breath. He had one more time to be called daddy before he was busting a nut deep inside him. But he nodded, gripping Kurt by his shoulders and slamming hard against his prostate.

"OH MY – fuck," Kurt shouted, silencing himself as soon as he realized. Blaine slapped each of his ass cheeks before repeating the action, and Kurt had just about given up, collapsing entirely onto the bed.

"Shit," Blaine groaned, sliding into him and linking their hands together. He laid on top of Kurt – flush chest to back – and worked his hips at a steady rhythm. 1, 2, 1, 2, quicker now, 1, 2, 3, and sunk his teeth into Kurts shoulder.

Kurts cock was trapped against his body and the sheets. The friction he was getting from the two felt so good as Blaine picked up the tempo on top of him. His hands were locked into Blaines. He felt like his everything was locked into Blaines, and Kurt smiled as his orgasm hit him.

"Shit," Kurts body tensed, and his orgasm ripped through him. Blaine didnt seem to be far behind as his pace sped up and he started saying the dirtiest shit Kurt ever heard into his ear. He wished that he could help – perhaps arch his back more and talk dirty back, but he was spent.

"Thats my boy," Blaine moaned, releasing Kurts hands and wrapping an arm around his throat. Kurt bit his lip, wincing at the oversensitivity he was starting to feel. "All mine," Blaine said, right before he went stiff and emptied into Kurts ass.

"Holy night."

Kurt laughed as Blaine slowed down his thrusts. "Holy night?"

"Shh," Blaine whispered; his face in Kurts hair.

Kurt shook his head. This was not about to happen. "What youre not about to do is fall asleep on top of me," he said. "And were going to talk about that choker move you pulled out just at the end. It was kinky and I liked it."

"Shh…" Blaine slowly pulled out and rolled off of him. "Sleep."

Kurt laughed. "Blaine. I cant move. One of us is going to have to get me a cloth."

Blaines eyes were closed.

"Youve got to be kidding me." Kurt tried his best to roll over without falling off the bed. "Blaine…"

"Goodnight."

Kurt sighed. "Maybe we got back into this relationship prematurely."

Blaine smiled.