"How long can you breathe under water?"

Kurt smiled at the question, biting on his lip as Blaine's hand snuck underneath the fabric of his swim trunks. He pressed the hazel eyed man into the wall of the hot tub that Blaine previously kicked a shit load of freshman out of, attaching his teeth over the quickening pulse of Blaine's neck and sucking harshly. Blaine squeezed his ass roughly and pulled Kurt closer.

"Answer me, Kurt," he teased; the hot water pulsing against his skin. Kurt's tongue teased at his neck and he closed his eyes with a smile. "I know you have a good set of lungs with how long you held that note earlier—you know… when I was fucking you."

"You're really full of yourself, mister running back." Kurt whispered, grinding his hips forward. Blaine moved forward into the movement, their hard cocks touching through their clothing. "And why do you want to know how long I can hold my breath? It's not like I'm giving you a blow job right here in front of all these lovely people."

Blaine smiled into the kiss that met his lips a few seconds later. Kurt's arms folded around Blaine's neck as he tilted his head to the side, kissing him sweetly. It went from kisses to Kurt biting on Blaine's lips, to moaning in one another's mouths as they grinded. When Kurt pulled away, he smirked at the dark look in Blaine's eyes and swam backwards towards the other side of the hot tub.

Blaine rolled his eyes as he watched him. "Get your sexy ass back over here."

Kurt ignored him with a smile, looking out over the party. There was a beach ball being passed around in the pool and screaming girls in bikinis laughing when guys grabbed them into the water. Someone in a Gators mascot outfit was dancing rather ridiculously to the music and Kurt smiled as he took it all in.

"I want a drink." he replied. "Something good, too."

Blaine sighed at the words. He really wanted to get off right now but apparently Kurt was a lush. "Can't it wait? We were in the middle of something…"

The man licked his lips and turned around, looking at Blaine with a smile. Blaine watched as Kurt swam back over to him, and he put his arms around the border of the hot tub, biting his lip when Kurt finally reached him.

"I can hold my breath for a few minutes," he kissed Blaine on the chin, then sinking a little lower, he sucked suggestively on his Adam's apple. Blaine closed his eyes and relaxed, "Ilove sucking cock," his tongue painted Blaine's already wet chest before sucking his hardened nipple between his lips, "and I've grown extremely fond of your cock, Blaine."

Blaine opened his eyes and peeked down. His breath caught at the sight of Kurt moving even lower down his body, kissing over his abdomen. "My cock is fond of you too."

Kurt laughed and Blaine smirked, eagerly trying to push the boy under water. Kurt slapped him away though, popping back up and returning his arms to where they were around the shorter man's neck. "I can feel just how fond it is, sweetie."

Blaine put an arm under the water and grabbed Kurt's ass. "So what's wrong? Why won't you blow me, baby?"

"Because you won't get me a shot of something," Kurt whispered against his lips with a smile, all before leaning in and kissing him. "Please? I'm parched."

Blaine sighed. He really wanted head right now but he couldn't deny he was going to give Kurt whatever he asked for. Kind of weird maybe, when if it was any other guy he messed around with, he'd tell them where the kitchen was and let them get it for themselves. But this was Finn's brother and maybe that had something to do with it. And he was really hot on top of everything else. Kurt continued to hug him; the man's arms wrapped tightly around him with his lips right by his ear.

"Please, B?"

Blaine licked his lips; his hands squeezing over the perfect round ass in front of him. "Give me a minute, okay?"

Kurt grinned, kissing his cheek. "Thank you! Give me something strong."

Blaine watched him swim to the other side once more and nodded. He wasn't going to get anything too strong because he didn't want his roommate sloppily drunk, but he'd get him something good enough. Adjusting himself in his trunks, Blaine went up the few steps and walked around Kurt's t-shirt. He slid into his slippers and took off, nodding to a few people vying for his attention and quickly making his way back inside.

Kurt stared at his ass the entire time. No one would really be able to blame him. In a little while he'd be inside of that and the thought alone was making Kurt moan.

Blaine crossed the entrance of the frat house. The place looked a wreck. He didn't really care because there was no way he was cleaning any of it, but shit if any of the superiors found out about this little get together, they'd all be in a lot of trouble.

There was a pop song playing with a heavy bass beat. There were liquor bottles just about everywhere. Blaine moved through a group of people by the bar; the one couple who always made out wasn't failing to let anyone down, currently trying to share their tongues with each other. Blaine rolled his eyes at them and stepped through the crowd, loudly saying excuse me and pushing idiots away. They fled at the demand of the running back, drunkenly stumbling off.

Blaine scanned the choices and wondered what Kurt would like. Grabbing a couple cups, he just decided to get some Patron Silver and orange juice. Then he decided against pouring cups at all and grabbed the whole bottle, poured orange juice over what was left, and turned to take it outside. It was then that he almost walked into someone.

"Shit—oh, sorry!"

Blaine reached for the fridge so he'd have something to keep him steady. "Oh… James. It's fine—"

"Blaine," he smiled at the man and took in his wet, shirtless body. "I've been looking for you tonight. What's up? And wow," he laughed at the bottle in the running back's hand, "I hope that isn't all for you."

Blaine licked his lips as he shook his head no. He'd be sharing it with Kurt who was eager to wrap his lips around his cock. "It isn't. it's for me and a … friend actually. I—"

"What's his name?" James smiled. He had one of those amazing smiles that lit up a room. His medium length brown hair was slicked back as it always was and he looked really put together for such a party like this. But he was in graduate school and it was expected, Blaine always thought. The 24 year old bit his lip teasingly as he awaited a response, and Blaine looked up at the slightly taller man with a small smile.

"His name is Kurt. He's Finn's brother from New York."

James' green eyes flickered as he took in the information. "Doofus Finn? Hm." Blaine looked at him as he awaited the rest. "And New York? I bet he's one of those snobby types."

Blaine smiled. "I don't want to keep him waiting, so if you'll excuse me…"

"I'll join the two of you." James reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled his shirt up and over his dark hair. Blaine looked over his body; the tattoo on his left peck was now colored in. The man saw him looking and grinned, running a hand over his tanned body. "You don't think he'd mind, do you?"

I mind, actually. "I don't think he would."

James grabbed a couple beers from someone walking by and nodded. "Excellent."

….

Kurt really didn't like waiting. Not when he was horny at least.

He listened to the chatter of the people in the pool behind him. They were buzzing about the party and which girls were the sluttiest and who did what with what professor. Typical gossip. Kurt glanced over at his ringing cell phone and made note to get back to whoever it was in the morning, closing his eyes and swaying to the music.

He heard a couple voices in conversation draw closer and closer to him. One was definitely Blaine's, but the other wasn't too familiar. Possibly one of the frat buddies or so. Kurt turned around in the hot tub and looked up; his eyes finding Blaine who thankfully had liquor and a man maybe his height, a bit older, with a dazzling smile.

"Is this him? Wow."

Kurt lifted an eyebrow at him and the man continued to grin. Blaine only ignored him and placed the bottle down, slowly settling himself into the hot water.

"Let me guess," Kurt smiled from the man over to his new… friend. "Is this James?"

"He knows me." James placed his shirt down and turned his attention to Blaine, though Blaine looked a little bothered by his presence. That was new. "Must mean that someone mentioned me."

Kurt looked at Blaine with a smirk. It was obvious that he wanted to be alone but this James guy seemed intent on sticking around.

"Finn told me you were here, and Kurt happened to overhear." Blaine explained. He looked at his blue eyed friend and bit his lip, hoping that Kurt would get the message. Of course with the New Yorker being the tease that he was, he decided to be oblivious.

"Are you joining us or just standing there?"

James smiled at him, glancing over what he could make out of the man's body. "I think I'll join you."

Kurt smiled. "No cups, Blaine?"

He shook his head no. "Just put your lips on it." he said in a low register. Kurt definitely got the innuendo in his words and smiled, taking the cap off the Patron bottle and taking a sip. His lips wrapped around the tip of it and he tilted it slowly, take a slow sip. Blaine stared at him without even trying to hide the way his eyes were glued to Kurt's actions, and James didn't miss Blaine's dark lusty gaze.

"Take it to the head, Kurt," Blaine said, moving closer. "That's not how you drink Patron."

Kurt giggled as he put the top back on. "Is that what you want me to take to the head, or would you like me to take something else to the head?"

Blaine grabbed the bottle as he leant against the side of the hot tub. He stared Kurt in the eyes as the man moved closer; that perfectly sexy smile on his lips. "What do you think?"

Kurt continued to smile as Blaine took a long swig of the alcohol. James watched them with a smirk, swallowing what was left in his first Corona bottle and tossing it aside. The sound of the glass rolling against the pavement caught Kurt's attention, and he removed Blaine's hand from his ass as he looked at the man.

"We're being rude to your friend." Kurt said with a rather cocky grin. He looked the gentleman up and down, almost scoffing at the ridiculous tattoo on his chest before deciding to introduce himself. "I'm Kurt Hummel and I'm a performer and college student back in New York City. Can you tell me about yourself?"

James tried not to scoff. Performer? That probably meant stripper. "I'm James McElroy. I'm a graduate student here at UF, going for my degree in Interior Architecture." Blaine had to roll his eyes at the air of which James spoke. He often ran his mouth about how much better he was than everyone else, which was why he fucked him a lot less nowadays. "I'm leaving for Greece tomorrow night so I thought I'd come to this adorable little party before I left."

Kurt hummed, nodding at the older man and pretending to give a few fucks. Of course he gave none but he wanted to be polite to Blaine's friend… politer than Blaine was being. "That's nice. You do seem a bit old for this shindig."

Blaine snorted, not able to hold it back in time. Kurt smiled as he turned to him, kissing the man on the lips. He didn't miss how James looked away, opening another bottle of beer.

"I'm only 24. You look a bit young. Like not supposed to be on a college campus young."

Kurt laughed at what he said, pushing Blaine away when he tried to suck on his neck. "I'll take that as a compliment. I'm 21, though. A junior at NYADA."

"Artsy school." James said. "I've heard of it. Not really sure how many alumni who actually matter come from the school but hey, gotta go where you're accepted, huh?"

Kurt smirked. "Broadway legends and Tony Award winners like Simmons and Paxton don't matter, I assume?"

"Do I matter?" Blaine pouted, finally moving Kurt's hands out of the way and moving closer to him. He kissed the man's ear and eventually his neck, grinding his obvious problem against his thigh. "Because I need you right now and you're just here running your mouth."

Kurt's eyes rolled back suggestively when Blaine's hands touched him places, and it was quite possible that he was putting on a show for their audience of one. "Right here, Blaine?"

"Is there a problem with that?"

James cleared his throat and swallowed another long gulp. He cleared his throat again when Blaine continued to mouth at this new guy'sneck and eventually the curly haired man turned to look at him.

"Are you okay?"

James looked at him obviously. Was he really being ignored? He was just as hot (if not hotter) than Kurt, and they had a lot more history. There was no way what Blaine and this kid had was anything other than sex… it was rather obvious. They couldn't have anything in common. Blaine was manly. He was gorgeous and he was a football player for goodness sake. If he wanted he could be drafted into the NFL now, never mind waiting until after he graduated next year. And this kid, he was cocky and in a performing arts school. His dreams would be crushed quicker than Kim Kardashian's singing career. They had nothing in common.

"I'm great, Blaine. I didn't know you'd be so busy, though."

Blaine returned an obvious face to the man. You'd think he'd take a hint and get out of the hot tub. He was obviously busy and was trying to get something to happen here. But James continued to look at him.

Kurt reached back for the bottle and took a more generous drink this time. Blaine monitored him, but luckily Kurt wasn't getting out of control. He did have plans on fucking Blaine and if he couldn't think straight enough to get his cock in Blaine's ass, it probably wouldn't turn out that well.

"I didn't know I'd be so busy, either. But… Finn wants me to be a good host and I intend to not let my best buddy down." Kurt snorted and Blaine smiled. "What would a good friend do?"

James shrugged. "Not ignore his real friends, I thought. But all is well. Enjoy yourself."

Blaine looked at him and sighed. They were friends after all, and maybe his behavior was a little uncalled for. But to be fair, most of the time Blaine thought with his dick and this instance wasn't very different. "I'm sorry, James. Maybe we can catch up when you get back from Greece. I was just… caught up with Kurt here and—oh god…"

Kurt subtly moved his hand around inside Blaine's shorts, drinking a bit more and casually looking around the party as he did so. His hope was that James would be none the wise, but he also hoped he'd know at the same time. Just because.

Blaine continued after gulping. "We got caught up and we're just… enjoying ourselves. There are…" he paused to hold back the moan when Kurt's fingers rubbed over the head of his cock, "plenty of guys here and I think that you might find someone nice…nice, Kurt…"

Kurt began to move his hand faster, pushing him against the wall of the hot tub and whispering something in his ear. As he sank down his body, Blaine's eyes went wide and he smiled when Kurt took a deep breath, disappearing under the water. James looked away only for a second, but then his eyes were right back on Blaine's face; the man's parted lips looked so sexy as his hands disappeared under the water and guided what was obviously Kurt's head up and down. James felt a mix of anger and lust spread throughout him and he watched Blaine's stomach muscles clench as the footballer breathed heavily.

"Shit, Kurt… Holy shit! That's too fucking good, baby."

And really, Blaine had never made those sounds for him, none of the moans or the groans, or the curses that slipped… none of it. James shook his head and swam over, settling beside Blaine and looking under the water. He could make out the brown hair moving around and bit his lip as Kurt popped up, winking at Blaine and taking a deep breath before sinking under again.

"Yes," Blaine smiled, throwing his head back, "Please keep doing that."

Before he even realized what was happening, James had his hands in his swim trunks.

Kurt played with Blaine's balls underwater before taking him deeper. He let his tongue glide over the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock and sucked hard on the tip. Blaine kept stuttering in and out of his mouth and the only thing on Kurt's mind was making him come so that he could take him upstairs and make him come again.

And his buzz was settling in, so he felt really good. And really hard.

After coming up for air again, Kurt continued to stroke Blaine's length. He smiled at the faces the man would make as he slipped his tongue between Blaine's parted lips, laughing at the strangled moans it produced.

"Please tell me liquor doesn't make you a lightweight during sex, Blaine?"

Blaine shook his head no. "It doesn't. I just need you to finish sucking me or I'm going to come in the hot tub. That'd be nice."

Kurt smiled. He released his hold on Blaine's cock and looked to his left, trying not to smirk at the elder who's hand was definitely stroking himself under the water.

"Enjoying this, huh James?"

Blaine looked up at that question, and then over to James. The man gave him a smug look and then motioned down his tanned, rather muscular body.

"I think you need to show me how good you are, too."

Blaine raised his eyebrow at that and Kurt laughed. He slowly made his way down Blaine's body and shrugged. "We'll see about that."

Under the water, Kurt wrapped his mouth around Blaine's cock again and slowly sunk down. He felt his roomie quickly begin to fuck his mouth and gave two yanks to his hair, more than likely a sign he was close. Kurt sucked him harder, and a few strokes later Blaine was releasing his seed right down Kurt's throat.

James hand sped up at the sight. Blaine always looked so beautiful when he came, and right now he sounded amazing. He bit his lip and looked under the water, waiting patiently for Kurt to come back to the surface. It was only when Blaine uttered his next words that he was crushed.

"You and Kurt aren't doing anything, James."

Kurt rose up, smiling and wiping water out of his eyes as he gasped for air. He ran his fingers through his drenched hair and pushed it back. "Yum." he said suggestively. When he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, James really wanted the same treatment.

Blaine licked his lips and tried not to bend Kurt over right there. Maybe tomorrow they could do that. "Go up to the room and wait for me."

Kurt looked from Blaine to James and smiled. "I thought your old friend wanted to have some fun too?" James smirked at the quip. "Is he coming?"

Blaine shook his head. "Just me. Go ahead and I'll bring our things up."

Kurt smiled, moving in and giving him another kiss. It was one of the sexy ones where he pulled away with Blaine's lower lips between his teeth. Blaine groaned and Kurt winked, grabbing the Patron bottle when he got out of the hot tub and twisting the top open. He smiled at James politely but it could easily be construed as bitchy. "It was nice meeting you. I'm sorry Blaine wouldn't let you play with me." with a pout, he walked away, drinking the contents of the bottle and swaying suggestively." Blaine stared at the tight swim wear and bit his lip until the man was out of sight.

"So you're turning down a 3 some with me and Snow White because…?"

Blaine looked at him, almost forgetting he was there. "Nothing personal. I just don't want to share him. Like I said," Blaine swam towards the towel and grabbed it, climbing out and drying himself as best he could. "There are plenty of guys inside. There's this William guy. He's cute. Have fun with him."

Blaine picked up he and Kurt's cell phones, looking down at Kurt's screen. There were more than a few missed calls from a Felix and wondered who that was. Must've been someone important.

"Nice, Blaine." James lifted himself out of the tub. "I just hope you don't fall in love with the twink. And if you do, why should I give a fuck."

The man walked off, grabbing his shirt and storming back inside. Blaine shook his head at him before going to grab their other things.

When he got inside, he caught Kurt talking to Finn and a few others. James was leaving and Blaine honestly could say he didn't give a shit.

"This party is amazing! I had a lot of fun, thanks guys."

Finn smiled widely. "I'm so glad, dude. You… you totally dispea… you totally disappeared. We didn't know you where went… where you went! You know?"

Kurt smiled as Blaine settled beside him; the fraternity member laughing at his best friend. Kurt patted Finn in the shoulder and nodded. "I know exactly what you mean, Finn. Thomas," he looked to the shorter man, "please make sure he doesn't drink another ounce."

Thomas laughed as Finn wrapped his arm around a girl who he kept calling Topanga all night, though she said her name was Jen countless times, and sort of walked off with her. "I'm not drunked, Kurt." he said. The girl pulled him down into a kiss and then went out back towards the pool… a place that Finn intended to follow. "Best. Party. EVER!"

Blaine shook his head. "Your brother is something else."

Thomas looked at the two of them as Kurt turned around. "He's precious, isn't he?" Of course in the morning he'd cry and say he missed Rachel, but no one needed to know that. Hell. They probably already knew.

Blaine nodded, pulling him closer. "I thought I told you to be in my room, though?"

"Whoa," Thomas smiled and looked around, wondering if he was the only person seeing this, "B? Kurt? What—"

"We're turning in early," Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and the taller man grinned as he was led away.

Thomas simply stood there. "Well okay then." One of his friends bumped into him and he laughed, catching them. "You guys are so fucking drunk."

The whole entire walk upstairs was filled with nothing but kisses and touching. Lots of kisses and lots of inappropriate touching. Below the belt touching.

Kurt laughed as his back hit the door of their room hard, trying not moan as Blaine grabbed his cock without warning and started stroking him long and firmly.

"Oh," Kurt sighed and smiled before continuing, "let's go inside. If I remember correctly, you haven't bottomed in 3 years and I have a lot of stretching to do…"

Blaine smirked. "You better not be one of those tops who comes after like three minutes, yammering on about how tight and hot it is. I swear it'll be the last time we do anything."

Kurt laughed, slapping Blaine's hand away and turning around. When he turned the knob, he was shocked (though he shouldn't have been really) to see a couple of chicks making out on Blaine's bed. Blaine rolled his eyes and stepped past, entering the room and walking over to the bed.

"Excuse me! Get out please!"

Kurt smirked, walking in as well. The girls quickly got up and grabbed their beers, leaving the room in a hurry.

"Shit." Blaine shook his head and pulled the sheets off his bed. "I should've locked my door! This happens every time."

"They were just kissing Blaine. It's not like they got vagina juice all over the place."

Blaine looked at him before walking to the hamper. "You wouldn't be saying that if they were on your bed. And who knows who was in here before them?"

That made Kurt cautious to go to his own bed now.

Blaine grabbed another sheet set; burgundy this time. He tossed it onto the bed and looked for some pillow cases. "Lock the door for me will you sexy?"

Kurt nodded, walking away from all of the fancy jewelry Blaine had on the dresser and approaching the door. "So what happened with James? I thought for sure you'd want both of us."

Blaine scoffed, moving to his bed. "If I wanted him he'd be here right now." Kurt turned the lock and Blaine resumed. "Don't tell me you wanted a 3 some with him. He kept treating you like you were nothing compared to him."

Kurt shrugged. "I'm used to guys like that." he turned around and looked at Blaine. "I live in New York. There are tons of guys that are doing well for themselves that I meet at bars or parties. School even."

Blaine looked away from Kurt's eyes and down at what he was doing. "Come help me make the bed. I'm a little drunk."

Kurt smiled and walked over. "You and Finn must fit well together."

Blaine laughed. "I'm not that drunk, sexy." Kurt smiled at him and grabbed one edge of the sheet, stretching it around the mattress. "And about all of these guys… I hope you don't end up with those idiots."

Kurt didn't answer at first. "Not all the time. Sometimes I just really need a lay. And no matter how much better they believe they are than a nobody like Kurt Hummel, they end up bent over in my car." Kurt smiled and shook his head. "Sometimes… I just don't know. Sometimes I don't feel good enough."

Blaine nodded. The two moved to the other side of the bed and fixed that too. "Does Felix make you feel good enough?"

Kurt looked up at the mention of his name and Blaine read his face for anything Kurt would give him. It honestly wasn't much. "If I was Felix I'd tell you all the time how important you are."

They stared at one another until Blaine sat down on the bed and began to put on the new pillowcases. Kurt stood there for a minute, and then he sat down as well.

"How and why do you know about Felix?"

Blaine smiled. "So he's someone important?" when he didn't get an answer he continued. "You have a few missed calls and his name is there."

Kurt nodded. "Oh."

They grew silent until Blaine spoke again. "Is Felix the not boyfriend. The guy you're not attached to?"

Kurt laughed and slid out of his swim trunks. He tossed them away and Blaine watched him settle back down, long beautiful cock out and lying against his thigh. "Felix is my ex. We still talk and sometimes if we're drunk enough…"

Blaine got the point. "Why'd you break up?"

"You're asking a lot of questions, Barbara Walters." Kurt got on the bed and crawled over to Blaine, smirking as he pushed him onto his back. He straddled him and Blaine's hands immediately found Kurt's waist, parting his lips at the kiss he received. Kurt's lips were really warm and soft, and they felt good and tasted like orange juice. When he pulled away Blaine opened his eyes. "Less talking and more this, maybe?"

Blaine nodded. "I want to know about you though."

"Why?" Kurt questioned. He kissed Blaine again on the corner of his lips. "There's nothing to know. Especially for someone who you aren't exclusive with."

Blaine shrugged. "So what."

Kurt started to stroke himself as he kissed Blaine. He pulled away and smiled at Blaine. "What do you mean 'so what'? There's no reason for you to care."

Blaine moved Kurt's hand away and started pumping the man's hard on for him. He watched Kurt's reaction for a good minute before speaking. "I'm a friend, Kurt. I'm Finn's best friend, and I'm going to be around for a long time. Because we're close like that. So you may as well get close to me too."

Kurt smiled at that, resting his forehead on Blaine's and thrusting into his hand. "Blaine, sweetie, let's just do this. This is nice, right? People who talk and care end up in love and neither of us want that."

Blaine smiled and tilted his head to connect their lips. "This is nice. But I think we can be friends who fuck, right? Doesn't that work?"

Kurt kissed him again before moving his hand away. Blaine raised both above his head on the mattress. "I guess," Kurt said, "or it could go terribly wrong. Either way."

Blaine nodded, lifting his hips off the bed and letting Kurt slide his swim wear off his body. "What's the worst that can happen?"

Kurt giggled at that, looking to the drawer for protection. "Oh let's see." Blaine looked at the man straddled on top of him, taking his cock in his hand. "We can both decide that we love that idea, talking and sharing every intimate detail. We can call each other at night and spill about our days, you here and I in New York. Phone sex can be thrown in there." Blaine waited for the downside of this. "And when one of us come to visit the other, we can fuck and watch movies and go places together all rainbows and sunshine."

Blaine took the condom from Kurt and rolled it onto the man's cock. "Still not hearing anything negative."

Kurt smiled, squeezing lube into his hand. "Oh. Well let's see. One of us can fall helplessly in love. Does that sound bad enough?"

Blaine shrugged. "I know what a friend with benefits is. Do you?"

Kurt nodded. "I am well aware." He began to slicken himself up as he spoke some more. "But that doesn't mean we aren't human and don't have feelings, Blaine."

Blaine sat up and looked around. "Where do you want me, baby?"

Kurt took that to mean the man was done with the conversation. He leant in and began to suck on each lip, paying each one the same amount of attention. Then, he stood up and glanced around. Walking over to Blaine's desk, he took a seat at the computer chair near the window. "Come sit on it."

Blaine licked his lips and nodded. He walked over and took a hold on his cock, stroking himself before facing away from Kurt. Kurt sighed at the sight of that ass. He was a little buzzed from the alcohol but was happy to know he'd remember this in the morning. With one hand holding his cock steady and the other spreading Blaine's cheek a bit, he moved the chair forward and watched as Blaine eased down into his lap. "Mm—Blaine… wait."

Blaine stopped right when Kurt's cock slid between his asscheeks. "What's wrong?"

"I didn't stretch you…"

Blaine looked up at the ceiling. "Oh my god. How drunk are we right now?"

Kurt laughed a bit. "Bend over the desk. I'll go get the lube."

The man listened, moving his laptop over and resting his folded arms on the wooden surface. His head went on top of his folded arms and he stuck his ass in the air, already getting impatient. "Kurt."

"I'm coming. Well… you know what I mean."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Such a loser."

Kurt returned a second later and slid the chair over to just behind Blaine. "Haven't bottomed since you were 18, huh? Why am I so special?"

Blaine felt Kurt's finger circling the rim and bit his lip. "I don't know. I'm drunk so I'll say something you don't want to hear probably."

Kurt smiled as he slowly pressed in. "Like?"

Blaine began to laugh, spreading his legs a little wider. "I don't know. You have pretty eyes. Lots of colors and shit."

Kurt hummed. "Yours are nice too." He pushed his index finger further and Blaine unclenched his muscles, relaxing a bit. "That's an odd reason to decide you want someone else to top. Someone you've just met at that."

Blaine nodded. "I know. I just do. Let's not talk anymore."

"Okay then," Kurt moved closer and trailed his tongue along Blaine's left cheek before kissing softly. He smiled when the man moaned. "I'm not complaining."

It took a bit of time, but Kurt for whatever reason was careful not to hurt Blaine. He stretched him with one finger, and then two; scissoring those while going as deep as he could, and then when Blaine was begging for another he wasn't someone to deny him that. Not when he sounded so beautiful. And every once in a while he'd curve his fingers just a bit and Blaine's toes would curl against the floor.

"S-Shit!"

Kurt smiled. "Let me know when you're ready."

Blaine nodded hard, throwing his head back. "Okay. I'm ready now."

Kurt smirked. "You're still tight."

"I'm going to be. That's not going to change from your fingers alone, sexy."

Kurt didn't argue with that. He was surprised he didn't die from how amazing it was watching Blaine ride his three fingers. "Fine. Sit on me."

Blaine nodded hard. He stood up again and looked back. The sight broke him. Kurt leant back in the seat, slouched down with his long legs spread wide. His wet hair started to curl against his forehead and he was… damn.

"C'mon," Kurt smiled. "I don't bite. Much."

Blaine rolled his eyes and turned around. Once again, Kurt spread his asscheeks and eased him down into his lap. When he felt the tip of Kurt's cock press against his entrance his eyes rolled back.

"Take your time."

Blaine nodded, pushing himself down until he couldn't any further. Kurt shouted a not so nice F word very loudly and Blaine's blunt nails dug into the pale man's legs, trying to wait for the pain to subside.

"Shit. Shit. Shit."

Kurt's hands found his waist and held him still. "Blaine…. I said to take your tiii—oh fuck no yes that is so fucking good—"

Blaine smiled as he took deep breaths, slowly sliding up and down Kurt's length. "To think you could've fucked this up by flirting with some other guy. Aren't you happy you…shit…you listened?

Kurt sat back with a smile. His eyes ran from Blaine's neck that he had accidentally painted with hickeys, to the muscular back that he wanted to lick, right down to the curvy ass that was sliding up and down his shaft.

"Shut up and ride me… just like that."

Blaine placed both hands on the desk in front of him for leverage. He pulled himself up and down, smirking as Kurt's legs shook beneath him. It wasn't until Kurt grabbed him and forced him deeper onto his lap that he lost it. The man started working in and out, snapping his hips from the chair to Blaine's ass, hitting his prostate in an ungodly way.

"You gonna come for me, Blaine? Because I'm honestly about to come and I don't even know how I'm still functioning right now. I know I said I wasn't one of those three minute tops but you didn't say it'd be like this." Kurt grabbed Blaine's cock and stroked it along in time with his thrusts. "Please… shit, please come."

Blaine shook, almost crying when Kurt continued to assault his prostate. "I—I… ohmygoodness Kurt!"

Kurt's toes curled and he stilled his movements, taking another few breaths. "Dear god this is impossible."

Blaine shook his head and took control again, hopping up and down at a quick pace. He put his hand over Kurt's around his cock and the both of them stroked him closer to his finish; things falling off of his desk and the chair rolling away and towards the closet. Kurt closed his eyes and started to moan uncontrollably. Blaine rode him faster and faster, and the sound of their skin slapping was on beat with whatever song was playing downstairs. "Yes… so close, Blaine… so… cl-ose…"

Blaine nodded, not able to reply. He came hard, almost collapsing back onto Kurt with how hard his (whatever number orgasm this was tonight) orgasm hit him. "Oh… oh, oh shit." He licked his lips and his sweaty back slid against Kurt's chest, "Oh god."

The problem with that was that Kurt had great access to the little nub of pleasure inside Blaine. Maybe it wasn't a problem at all, because it felt great when Kurt thrust up to help him through it. It was only two thrusts, because Kurt was coming equally as hard into the condom, and cursing Blaine out as he did so. But it was heavenly.

They took a full five minutes to come down. Nothing but a lot of panting and thinking about life was what filled the time. Life was beautiful.

"Okay. That was probably the best sex I've ever had." Kurt kissed Blaine's exposed neck and took a deep breath. "That was… whoa."

Blaine smiled up at the ceiling. "I liked that a lot."

Kurt nodded. "You're really drunk aren't you?"

Blaine shook his head no. "Not really drunk. You gonna come to bed with me?"

Kurt smiled at him before looking away. "Do I have to get up? Can't I just sleep here?"

Blaine shook his head no. "That's not how it works. Because we're friends."

"Yeah," Kurt smiled. "We're friends."

That made Blaine smile.

"I'm gonna go back down to the party."

"The fuck you are."

Kurt laughed and Blaine shook his head. "It's not funny." he told the blue eyed man.

"I was joking. You're really acting like we're exclusive and it's cute."

Blaine shrugged, wincing as he sat up. Kurt winced as well, extremely oversensitive at this point. "I know. I told you that you're mine this week so I'm not sure why we're having such a problem."

Kurt helped him get up. "No problem babe."

Blaine sighed before pulling the condom off for Kurt. "Good. Let's go to sleep."

Kurt got up as well. "Ok." They both made their way over to Blaine's bed and laid down, neither bothering to get underneath the sheets. Eventually, Blaine would wake them up for a shower, when all of his friends were passed out and they could be alone.

Maybe they weren't exclusive, and maybe it was the liquor, but he wanted to know a bit more about this guy, too.