The air between them is electric. Blaine doesn’t look at the man to his left for the next two hours. But he can feel him. The skin on his entire left side is tingling with heat. His heart is beating wildly as he replays that angelic voice over and over in his mind. ‘Hi, I’m Kurt. Kurt Hummel.’ Kurt. Kurt. Kurt. With every Kurt his heart skips a beat. Every now and again he feels those bright blue eyes peek at him. And every time it happens, the heat curses through his veins coils together in his stomach and speeds down to his crotch. He keeps his eyes trained to the front. Listening – or not as the case may be – to the instructor go on and on about some emergency situation when he had his very own to deal with. His pants are getting tighter by the minute and he is dreading the morning break that is sure to be coming. He will not be able to get up from his seat with that bulge. So he spends those minutes trying to distract himself with the most mundane of thoughts. At least he tries to. But those eyes from the left keep coming back to him. He feels them on his skin like physical touch. And his reaction to those is just all too obvious.

Kurt can’t keep his eyes off Blaine. The way he blushes just a little bit every now and again. The way his breath catches just so when he looks over. The attraction sizzling between them is so palpable, Kurt’s mind is assaulted with images. Mind porn. He imagines what Blaine’s lips tast like. Those full red lips. So inviting. Blaine keeps wetting with his tongue every so often, not seeming to be aware of what he was doing. But oh, how he wants that to be his tongue that flickers over those lips. How he aches to feel that tongue on him. Licking down his chest. Exploring every inch of his body. Oh, how he craves to touch Blaine’s fingers, hands, arms, his everything. How he strains to stroke every bit of that marvellous skin. He is breaking out in a sweat just thinking about those sensations. He wondered what he looks like underneath that tight fitting shirt, those blue jeans. Oh. How interesting. Kurt had felt the tension between him and Blaine ever since the dark haired stranger had hurled himself into the chair to his left but that Blaine’s dick reacts to the sizzle in that way he had only just noticed. And it turns him on immensely. His own cock is hard already and now it is simply getting painfully tight in his pants.

***

“Let’s have a 15 minute break now. Coffee and cold drinks are over there, help yourself. Please be back here for 11 so we can practice bandaging.”

Okay. Awkward. Blaine shuffles in his seat uncomfortably. He needed to get out of here. To the toilet. NOW. To relieve himself and release this coiling snake in the depths of his bones. How embarrassing. He hopes nobody noticed. He wants to speak to Kurt, get to know him, see if there is more than just this physical attraction. But there is no way he would do that with his cock wanting to jump out of his pants. And also. It doesn’t help him string coherent sentences together. At. All. And well... for actual talking full proper sentences are needed.

In the general kerfuffle and people moving across the room to get to the drinks he jumps up and quickly makes his way across to the door and down the hall. Wasn’t it here somewhere?

Kurt is about to turn to Blaine in the break when the boy nearly runs out of the room. Hopefully he hadn’t upset him by looking at him. Made him uncomfortable. That was not his intentions at all. It’s just that he couldn’t keep his eyes off him. He tried, he really did. But whoa, that boy just made his insides sing. And he just couldn’t stop looking at him. He had tried to do this inconspicuously but judging by Blaine’s reaction he had noticed. He had to go and apologise.

He gets up and follows at a distance. When Blaine disappears into the toilets he hesitates for just a second but then pushes the door open and eases himself through.

***

Blaine hears the slight creek of the door and automatically looks up. Through the mirror he can see that Kurt has just stepped into the small tiled bathroom. He can feel the heat rising through his body. His shirt is too tight, too hot. Oh this boy is just so hot. He finally has a good look at him through the mirror. Standing behind him, leaning against the door a little. Letting him be looked at. Explored by ravishing eyes. Oh. How he longs for a touch from those hands, those strong white masculine hands. That perfect skin. That perfect muscle tone just barely perceptible through that white t shirt. He bites his lower lip. He so yearns for that boy. But he can’t just jump him. That wouldn’t be right. Oh but he so wants to.

Those eyes on him. Being discovered by eyes only. He can feel that gaze on his body, roving up and down. Settling here and there but always coming back to his eyes. Asking for permission for that intimate assessment of his body. His appearance. His cock. Every time they focus back on his face, find his eyes they are more lust blown. Oh fuck. He wants him. Now.

A quick glance over the cubicles tells him they are alone. He reaches behind and locks the door to the bathroom.

Click.

That sound is all it takes. Blaine spins around and is crashing into Kurt with a forcefulness that neither of them expected. His lips are crushing his. His tongue is hungrily exploring Kurts lips, his teeth, his mouth. This hot wet mouth just makes him crazy and he moans at the sensation.

Kurt is pulling Blaine into himself. Through the shirts he can feel Blaine’s frantic heart. Shirts. Fuck. Off. Skin. He wants skin. He pulls at the shirt roughly, pulls it out of Blaine’s pants and shoves his hands up his sides to his muscular chest. All the while kissing him roughly with a hunger that he hasn’t let himself feel in far too long. He is biting his lips, he is licking across his jaw. Oh, this is what he had imagined these last two hours.

“You taste so good. So fucking good. Argh!”

he bites into his earlobes softly, sucking on it, eliciting a loud moan from Blaine.

Blaine pulls Kurt’s hips towards him, feels his hard dick through his pants, right next to his own. Oh he is so painfully hard now. He can hardly think straight. He wants more. He want him now. They are rutting together. Kurt moaning now. Sighing into Blaine’s ear. That sensation. So good. It’s been so long. Way too fucking long.

Blaine wants to feel Kurt now. His skin. That white skin so soft so beautiful. He pulls the t shirt over his head roughly. Yes. Just how he had imagined it. No. Better. Wow. The toned muscles on his chest. So beautiful. Angelic. And masculine oh so masculine. He is so turned on by that. He bends lower, licks over the chest, takes one nipple in his mouth and teasingly sucks on it. Only to be rewarded with a mew from Kurt. He wants to hear that again. And starts to bite and tease and lick and blow across the sheen of sweat covering Kurt's chest now. Kurt grabs at Blaine's hair and starts rutting a little faster against his straining cock. He wants to see it, feel it. He lets go of the boys head and his hands dart down. He struggles with the buckle for just a second, pulls on the buttons and reaches into his pants and underpants. And there it is. The perfect length and girth and weight. And look. Oh. The most perfect dick he has ever seen. The tip is covered in a generous layer of pre come. He gently puts his thumb on the little slit and spreads the moisture all around the tip. Kurts hips buck at this and a loud moan escape his lips.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh this is so fucking good. Aarrgghh! Sensations are barraging through his mind, leaving no space for conscious though. Oh those hands are like fire across his body. Everywhere they reach and stroke and just barely touch Kurt’s nerves are set on fire. Literally. He is so hot. He is covered in sweat and just wants to be naked with this the most gorgeous man in history. Why is he still dressed? Nooo... off with that shirt. After struggling with the first couple of buttons he simply tugs it over Blaine’s head impatiently. Wow. That chest hair. He’s never really been into that before. But wow. Just this man.

“God, you are so sexy!”

And he nuzzles into that chest breathing in the manly smell of cologne and sweat and lust. His tongue playing with those nipples. Just barely touching them. Then licking and flicking his tongue more roughly over them and then biting and then sucking. God this is so good.

His hands wander down. Blaine is palming his dick now which is a sensation that barely lets him catch his breath. In response he bites at his collarbone, sucks the delicate skin and bruises him. Oh he tastes so good. His hands are now frantic in their attempt to get into that boy’s pants, to touch, to feel, to see, to taste. Oh. There is it. Hot and moist with pre come. Kurt moans at that first touch. And pushes into his hand. They are palming each other now. Faster and faster with their own growing desperation. That heat in their bellies coiling, winding, coursing through their bodies.

Their hips buck and they push into the other’s hands. They stroke each other faster and faster, wrist twisting every now and again. Driving the other on. Their breath comes quicker and they mumble and sigh and moan with pleasure.

“Fuck Kurt, I’m so close. So close.”

Blaine clutches at Kurt’s back, scratching, holding on for dear life.

“ Come baby. Come.”

And with that the writhing lava in his stomach finally explodes out of him. White come flies up in waves all the way up Kurt’s chest. He is coming so hard. And so long. His hips continue to buck to a rhythm he can no longer control. It’s just feeling. Sensation. Animalistic passion.

Kurt stares at him in wonder. He made him come undone. Like that. this beautiful boy.

“God you look gorgeous when you come!”

Blaine slowly comes down from his high. Opening his eyes slowly. With a smile on his face. He sees Kurt’s lust blown eyes. And in them the desire to come. So badly. And he holds his dick firmly, once again slowly moving up and down the shaft. His thumb brushing across the tip when it comes up every now and again making him buckle under that sensitive touch. He looks at Kurt intently, looks for the boy’s reactions to his touch, his hand. He hungrily kisses along his jaw, bites down his neck, licks every bit of skin he can while the rhythm of his hand increases. Kurt starts to shiver with lust. Hips bucking into Blaine. Eyes closed, all feeling no thinking. Moans escape his lips. Unintelligent words. Faster and faster. He is so close now. Blaine can see it.

“Let go. I’ve got you”

And Kurt does. And he comes into Blaine’s hand, over his chest and lets himself fall head on into the most amazing orgasm he’s ever had.

Slowly he also comes down from his high while leaning against each other, their breathing calms.

“Wow. That was amazing. Um. By the way. Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Kurt. And this was the best coffee break ever.”

Blaine makes a little raspy happy laugh.

“Well hello there. I’m Blaine. And you make the most awesome sounds. ”

They clean each other up, put on their clothes again and return to the course just in time.

END