"Kurt-" Blaine whined, high and breathy. Oh god he was in trouble. But the scent of Kurt was so strong, so thick, swirling around him. He was intoxicated by it.

"That's right baby," the con man growled in his ear, pressing his tones body tight against Blaine's.

A moan ripped low from Blaine's throat. It'd been too long since a man and touched him like this. It had been too long since somebody wanted him.

"Fuck Kurt, this is so so wrong," Blaine hardly recognized his own voice. He was so wrecked.

"If it's so wrong why do you feel so good?" Kurt asked him, sliding his hand down to palm roughly at his cock.

"Shit!" Blaine whined again, the sound catching in the back of his throat as his hips push forward into Kurt's grasp.

"Mmmm. Oh baby. Oh I love the sounds you make," Kurt moaned low in his ear, his sinful pink tongue darting out to lick at the soft skin behind his ear.

"Yeah?" Blaine grunted, losing his battle of wrong versus right. You try to have that moral battle while a drop dead gorgeous man has his hand around your cock. It's not as easy as it sounds.

"Oh god yes!" Kurt whined, nibbling on the lobe of Blaine's ear, "Oh you're so big baby. Shit, you'll feel so good inside me. C'mon Blaine, talk to me, pleas baby, please."

"Do you like it baby? Hmmm? Do you want my cock? Fuck Kurt. They way you take it. Your fucking mouth, so pretty. You would look so fucking pretty with your mouth wrapped around my cock," Blaine growled, shoving Kurt up against the nearest wall.

"Oh god," Kurt breathed out, panting and meeting Blaine's desperate thrusts.

Suddenly, Blaine pulls away and Kurt whines at the loss, his delicious hips canting up into the air, as if they were begging.

Smirking, Blaine quickly flips Kurt around, manhandling him so his face is up against the wall and his pert ass is finally on display.

"Are you going to fuck me Agent Anderson?" Kurt feigns innocence, and pushed his ass back, presenting it to Blaine.

"Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you baby?"

"Please! Please Agent I need it. I want you to fill me up; your big cock will feel so good in me."

Blaine can't help but fuck his hips up a little harder at the pleading sound in Kurt's voice. Kneading his ass through his jeans, Blaine's rough hands slide forward to fiddle with Kurt's zipper.

The harsh tone of Blaine's alarm jolted him out of his erotic sleep.

"Shit," he mumbled helplessly. He was fucking hard. He could have actually cut diamonds with his cock right now.

Sitting up, Blaine threw an accusatory glare at his lap. Stupid fucking... subconscious, or whatever the hell it was that was torturing him. His dick was throbbing in his lose flannel pants, and wasn't showing any signs of deflating.

There was no way in hell Blaine was going to jerk off to thoughts of the criminal he had just put in jail for the second time. He didn't care how blue his eyes were or how strong and manly he was or how nice his ass would look while Blain stretched him for his thick and needy cock - oh shit this was not helping.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Blaine whined flipping back down on his bed. He was going to have to do this. Oh god, how would he ever look Kurt in the eyes again.

Closing his eyes, Blaine gave into temptation and let the fantasy pick back up.

"Yes," he moaned into his empty room when his own calloused fingers flicked harshly over his nipple. Hell, if he was going to give in and do this, he was going to do it all the way.

Shimming his pajama pants down and right off, Blaine let his legs fall open even wider.

Trailing his hands lightly through the patch of hair that led from his navel to his hard traitor of a cock, he tried his hardest not to think of soft pale hands. He really couldn't help himself. He hadn't been this hard in a long time. Pre come was steadily dripping from his slit, and Blaine used that to his advantage.

Finally allowing himself to grab a hold of his cock, a whole new spiel of images bombarded him. Kurt, stretched out and beautiful, just impaling himself on Blaine's thick cock.

"Oh god yes," Blaine whined, his body going tense like a bow. He jerked himself roughly, loving the harsh pull, and quietly wishing it was someone else in his bed.

"Ku-" he panted hoarsely, his strong hips fucking up into the circle of his fist. He was going to come. God he hadn't come this quickly in years.

Binding his knees to get a better angle, Agent Blaine Anderson fucked into his own hand, once, twice, three more times before he came loudly. Pearly strands of come roped out and splattered across his abdomen.

His over active mind sent him flashes of a hot pink tongue on his stomach and per icing blue eyes looking up at him.

"Shit," he cried as his over sensitive cock twitched with interest.

Groaning to himself, Blaine grabbed some of the tissues from the box on his night stand, and hastily cleaned himself up. He'd have to shower... later.

Blaine grabbed his phone to check I he had any new messages or important emails. As soon as the screen of his I-phone lit up, he groaned and felt a strong desire to chuck it across the room.

It was Tuesday.

Well, this was going to be awkward.