The darkness was pressing, and Blaine was sure that no matter how long he kept his eyes open they would never get used to it, and they wouldn't be able to see through it. He waited a bit so he could get a hold of his head, and figure out if he needed to sleep more or not.

The situation slowly started to occur to him; he wasn't in his own bed, he wasn't in his own room. This bed was much smaller, and softer - and Kurt was lying in his arms; safe and sound asleep, his breathing peaceful and his body hot.

But this was wrong - he couldn't be sleeping there. His father probably didn't care; he knew that he had been at a military homecoming party, and he would just find it appropriate for Blaine to spend as much time with military people as possible.

Kurt's dad on the other hand…

Blaine was sure that he was going to kill him. He would put his hands around his neck and break it. Or choke him while slowly watching his face go purple and life leave his eyes. Or beat him up and dump him somewhere.

"Kurt. Kurt - Kurt!" Blaine shook Kurt's shoulder frustrated, trying to wake him up, beside himself to figure out how to tackle it.

"Hey, Moonchild," Kurt whispered softly as he turned around and kissed Blaine's chin, clearly not having detected how upset Blaine was.

"Kurt, please - your dad is going to kill me. He's gonna say that we can never see each other again, and then he is going to kill me. I am sure," Blaine panicked, hoping Kurt would wake up and face the distress of the situation.

"It's okay, don't worry about it. Look at us - we are both in our clothes, and we fell asleep. Lay back down and I will talk to him in the morning," Kurt yawned dozily, and let his hand caress over Blaine's cheek.

Blaine wasn't convinced. He still felt uneasy on the inside and he was frustrated that Kurt wasn't taking it more seriously. He had screwed up, and he was afraid that it might cost him every contact with Kurt in the future.

It was true, though. They were still wearing their clothes from the dinner party earlier that night, and they fell asleep on accident - maybe Kurt would be able to talk them out of it. He leaned against the cold wall, and felt a chill run through his body.

Suddenly Kurt slowly sat up next to him - it was still so dark that he couldn't see his face, but he could feel every single movement he did, and yet he was surprised when Kurt started placing soft kisses on his neck while opening his shirt.

"I think you should get your jeans off. Jeans are horrible to sleep in. And then I think you should lie back down with me. Hold me again. I am cold now that your arms have left me," Kurt whispered through the darkness, and Blaine's shirt was now nearly completely open.

"Kurt, please. I need to leave or your dad is going to freak out. And then what if he says that we can never see each other again?" Blaine didn't want to, but he stopped Kurt's hands as they got the last buttons opened and ready to drag the shirt off him.

Suddenly Blaine felt Kurt slide out of the bed without a word. Before he could say anything he was out of the door, and Blaine could hear his footsteps disappear down the hall.

He didn't know if it would be best to button up his shirt again. What if Kurt went to talk to his dad, but he wasn't as understanding as he had hoped? What if he came through the door and threw Blaine out of his house? If he was sitting on the bed with open shirt wouldn't that sort of be an open invitation to kill him?

Slow and painful. Violent and bloody. Filled with gush and gore.

Blaine didn't know. He could easily imagine that to be the case, and it ran coolly down his spine.

He fell down to the mattress in the protecting dark of the corner of the bed. He almost fell asleep again when the short beam of light from the hall disappeared and a small click was heard from the door closing.

Everything went back to black around him. After a little while he felt the small action when Kurt was back on the bed. Only this time he started opening Blaine's jeans.

"It's okay. I told him we fell asleep and that you couldn't walk home alone in the middle of the night. He understood, just told me that we were to keep our clothes on," Kurt's voice cooed through the thick black blanket covering the room.

Blaine didn't know whether to stop him or let him keep going. He probably should stop him. That would be the right thing to do.

But admittedly, it was a pain to sleep in denim, so he let him continue.

He let Kurt slide his jeans off and drop them to the floor. Then he felt Kurt's hands slide from his hips and up his torso under the open shirt, where he ended at the shoulders and slid that off as well, lastly ending with his undershirt being pulled off over his head.

There he was; on his boyfriend's bed in nothing but his boxers.

He closed his eyes from the unknown of the situation. From not knowing what was about to happen.

All of a sudden he felt Kurt's lips lightly pressing against his chest. The touch made an electrical wave run through him, and all of his muscles instantly tensed up.

Kurt kept on pressing gentle kisses to his torso, each time a new unexpected place - and when he reached a nipple Blaine could feel him smile against his skin before he let the tip of his tongue brush flighty over it, blood desperately running from Blaine's head to his crotch.

He let a hand up to find Kurt's hair, but it was dark and he still couldn't see - on his way he realized that Kurt wasn't wearing clothes either.

This just couldn't be happening. Why, why, why would Kurt do that to him?

He didn't get to voice his worry though, because out of nowhere Blaine felt Kurt lie on him, making him spread his legs, pressing his full body against Blaine's own, revealing that Kurt was just as hard as he was himself.

Kurt let his lips down to Blaine's ear where he let out a small sigh that made the hair on Blaine's entire body stand on ends.

"Kurt… we can't…" Blaine stammered with his arms stretched stiffly down his sides out of fear of what would happen if he touched Kurt back.

"Can't what?" Kurt asked softly and pressed his crotch harder to Blaine's, surely to demonstrate that he was the one in control. Blaine wanted so bad to let him be, but his fear of getting caught was too extreme - now it just had to compete with his lust for Kurt who was so openly presenting himself.

What was most vocal; his fear or his lust?

Kurt's hard cock against his hip made his head cloud over, and before he knew it his hands were gripping hard on Kurt's ass; pressing him down, making Kurt sigh into his ear once more.

"This… we can't… do this…" Blaine objected halfheartedly. That was the worst objection he had heard in his life. Right now he wouldn't be able to argue against Kurt to save his life - which pretty much was the case if Kurt's dad found out.

He felt Kurt's lips nip at the flesh on his neck, making Blaine push his hips upwards causing the friction between bodies and fabric run through his body.

Kurt suddenly sat on his knees, and Blaine felt him take off his boxers, then started dragging off Blaine's when Blaine let a hand stop him.

It was difficult, and he had to gulp to be able to form the words, but he did it.

"Kurt, we can't do this. Not here. You heard what your dad said. He's definitely going to kill me if we do anything. And.. it's not like we were… quiet. The last time," Blaine said, feeling the need to kill himself for saying no to Kurt. Saying no to this.

He wanted it so much, and his balls were starting to size up from the action they had going. He wanted Kurt more than anything.

"Don't worry about that. No one will know. The walls in this house are good, and if… there's always a pillow," Kurt responded; his tone not teasing, but very much serious.

His fingers were still at the hem of Blaine's shorts, almost down around his ass.

"Besides… just because we're naked it doesn't mean we have to do anything," Kurt continued as he dragged Blaine's boxers completely off.

That made Blaine stop confused. So he wanted them to be naked? To be so close that it would be impossible to breathe? He wanted them to touch and feel each other? But not actually act on it? Now that was way more cruel and stressing than anything Blaine had ever considered. How was he supposed to keep that up?

In a split second he surprised himself and grabbed around Kurt's neck to pull him down. Their chests and crotches clasped together, skin on skin, and Blaine let his fingers tangle into Kurt's hair to kiss him forcefully, his lips aggressively moving against Kurt's who had to take a moment to keep up with what was happening, before he returned the kiss just as eager.

Blaine could feel Kurt's hands on his ribs and chest, fingers playing with his taut nipples, the well-known electricity running back through his entire nervous system that felt intoxicated.

"Or we could just be quiet? Or use the pillow? Please don't be quiet," Kurt moaned against his lips, letting his pelvis slide down so Blaine could feel his hard head smother pre-come against his crack, before he made a thrust to let it between his cheeks and press against his hole, a shock running through Blaine.

"I don't think I can be quiet," Blaine heard himself stutter, spreading his legs a little more, pushing with his hands back on Kurt's ass to show that he wanted it.

"Good. Cause I like it when you're loud," Kurt retorted, before he started kissing down his neck, over his chest, before he had to move down so he could kiss over his abdomens.

Without warning Blaine felt a wet trail of Kurt's tongue licking up his sac, running up his shaft to end at the frenulum where he felt Kurt's lips close down around his head, the entire situation making Blaine spit out a loud groan, considering grabbing for the pillow already.

This had been the last thing he had expected. Mostly hands on cocks and heavy make out, but there he was; lying flat on the bed with Kurt grabbing around the root of his dick to make it easier for the tip of his tongue to play with his head.

It was unbelievable, and Blaine let his fingers entwine in Kurt's hair, as he felt Kurt let his lips down to close around his head, and further down to take him in completely - letting his tongue trace the vein of the shaft.

"Oh Kurt, yes -" Blaine couldn't stop himself from gasping, and he could feel Kurt smile around his cock as he slowly started to let his mouth up and down. Blaine was so hard and Kurt's mouth was so warm and wet, and his tongue was in one time soft and strong.

The feeling of Kurt licking his fingers was nothing compared to this, and Blaine felt his breathing abandon all sense of control and his fingers grab harder into Kurt's hair.

"Yes, Kurt, more," he begged, feeling Kurt rise his pace, speeding up and down, and the way he let his tongue play with the slit over his head each time he reached the top made stars dance on the inside of Blaine's closed eyelids.

He could feel that he was close, so close, and he knew that he should stop Kurt - but it was too damn good, and he didn't want it to end. Kurt's mouth was too good and wet.

"Close, so close, mhm…" he heard himself whimper, hating his moral code, but knowing that it was only fair to warn Kurt before it was too late.

And as expected Kurt stopped. He let his cheeks do a heavy suck before he made his lips slide off Blaine's dick and his tongue trace a wet trail from his balls to his head where he let the tip of his tongue do a little dance making Blaine twitch and moan before he sat up.

Kurt let himself fall to the bed where he laid down on the side and made his upper body in over Blaine's making their lips meet.

His mouth was hot against Blaine's and his lips were extremely wet. He tasted sweet and salty at the same time, his lips were full and delicate and it was like his tongue had been worked to fit Blaine's perfectly.

"Holy… Kurt… that was amazing.. How did you… did you…" Blaine gasped, breaking the kiss, not sure he was even coherent, and he wouldn't blame Kurt if he didn't get a word of what he was trying to get out.

"Never. Done… before," Kurt heaved, making Blaine feel a relief run through him.

He couldn't take in the thought of Kurt's lips on another guy's cock. He wanted him all to himself.

"But I fantasized about it," he moaned into Blaine's ear, all of Blaine's nerves abruptly standing on ends.

Had he fantasized about blowing other guys? About sex with other guys in general?

That's only natural, Blaine tried calming himself, but he still couldn't help a feeling of terror and panic rise inside him. He had been so stupid to actually think that he could have been the only one for Kurt - ever. He had a life before they met. He was gay before they met. It was only natural for a teenage boy to have fantasies.

"Since the first time I saw you naked… the first time we were really truly close and opening to each other - the first time we really felt each other's spirit, I fantasized about you," Kurt whispered in his ear, as he let a hand slide down Blaine's torso.

"About doing this." He closed his hand around Blaine's cock and swiped slowly up and down a few times before he let go, making Blaine burst out a mouthful of air.

"And having you in my mouth," Kurt continued, letting his tongue find its way over Blaine's lower lip.

"Having you inside me," he ended, with a firm grip on Blaine's hip, nails almost digging into skin.

"I don't know why. I never thought about sex until I met you," Kurt trusted him, his voice more innocent now - but then again, everything was innocent compared to what Blaine had just heard.

Now all he could think about was the way Kurt felt around him, his lips on his cock, his head against his hole, his fingers in his ass.

All of it.

He wanted all of it, and the bare thought made adrenaline rush through Blaine. He turned to lie on Kurt.

Full body on, satisfied smirking when he realized that Kurt had been surprised by the sudden reversed control. He held Kurt against the bed on his shoulders, forcing his legs apart so he could sink down between them, making Kurt do a sore whimper before Blaine let his hand down to Kurt's crack, letting a finger slide into his hole, causing Kurt to do a shocked jump of his upper body from the feel, and he tightened so hard already as Blaine let his finger slide quickly in and out of him.

"Yeah, Blaine, yes," Kurt continued his whimpering , and he let a hand scratch down the muscle of Blaine's free arm.

Blaine could feel the fire roar inside of him, and Kurt's aggressive touch only made it harder and more in need of being reacted to.

He pictured himself on top of Kurt, thrusting forcefully into him, Kurt weakly squealing and gasping for more - and without realizing it he slid one more finger into him, both of them thrusting hard into Kurt's tight hole, even though it was almost impossible.

As he did so he arched his back to let his head down and made his tongue trace quickly over Kurt's cock, making him nearly scream "Shit Blaine!" Blaine guessing that he had turned his head to the pillow because the sound was muffled and sore.

And Blaine knew that they had to be careful and silent, but Kurt's moaning was too hot to deny himself the pleasure it brought.

"Fuck I love it when you're loud," Blaine exclaimed, his fingers still thrusting fast.

He couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted to be inside Kurt, but he couldn't. Sure, he had done it before; one time - but he was still insecure about what to really do. He was well aware that the little yellow tin box of Vaseline was lying safely in the pocket of his coat, as always during the winter - because of his dry lips - and he could just grab it out if he needed it.

Kurt kept on twisting and moaning under him, so he differenced speed and somehow let his fingers crook to press his prostate hard, making Kurt's nails dig even deeper into his arm.

Out of nowhere Kurt rose to support on his one elbow, the other hand dragging him closer to Blaine. He tried to kiss him, but he couldn't; his breathing was way too uneven for that, so he settled for letting hips being clasped together.

"Kurt we… we need to stop," Blaine tried carefully, but his brain clouded up.

He really meant it. They shouldn't even have started in the first place, but he wanted it so damn much, and Kurt was just so hard, and such a tease.

"Stop," Kurt gasped weakly against his lips, filling Blaine's mouth with his own air, and Blaine felt every inch of him tighten.

"Stop. Stop. Stop Blaine!" Kurt nearly screamed at last, and Blaine stopped in panic - he hadn't realized that Kurt actually meant for him to stop, and not just mocked his idea of stopping.

Now he felt bad, terrible, that he hadn't stopped the first time he told him to.