He felt like he could stay here all day, cheeks pillowed by Kurt's strong legs, licking every inch of him that he could reach. Blaine sighed in contentment as Kurt continued to writhe against the assault of Blaine's mouth on the inside of his thighs. Blaine's arms had remained wrapped around Kurt's legs the entire time and his desire to explore more of Kurt had him moving one hand so it was caressing up the other boys leg and over his ass. Blaine locked eyes with Kurt as he looked up from his place atop the bar. Kurt's eyes grew darker as he watched Blaine withdraw his hand and slowly suck on two of his fingers, coating them with his spit. Blaine kept his eyes on Kurt as he slid a single finger down the middle of his ass and ghosted across the dusky pink hole. His eyes grew softer as he watched Kurt for confirmation and when Kurt shuddered out a nod he grew more confident and slowly pushed one, wet, finger into his body.

When Kurt bucked into Blaine's hand he pushed the want to bury himself in this beautiful man aside and concentrated on how soft Kurt felt beneath his hand and how responsive his body was being to the noises coming from Kurt. Blaine dropped his free hand to his pants and harshly pushed onto the bulge in his trousers trying to find some relief from how painful it was being this hard for Kurt. Blaine sucked in another gulp of air and slowly pushed in another finger to join his first. He didn't move them and simply let Kurt pushed himself until Blaine felt his knuckles bump against Kurt's ass. The warmth of Kurt around his fingers encouraged him to start moving them in and out himself in time with Kurt's movements. Blaine thought he dimly heard a noise behind him but suddenly forgot it when Kurt continued to encourage Blaine's movements by rocking his hips and forth and shuddering every time Blaine's fingers were fully seated in him. Blaine wiggled his fingers slightly and Kurt keened against the bar, every second twist was brushing against his prostate and he just needed more. Kurt released the bar from his death grip and moved it toward where his cock lay, leaking onto his stomach.

"Kurt... What are y-"Blaine growled to a stop when he watched Kurt's lean fingers straying down to touch himself. Blaine's fascination grew as Kurt squeezed the base of his cock and ran fingers delicately up the underside of his shaft. Blaine pushed his fingers into Kurt's thighs and ground himself against the side of the bar, his hand no longer provided the distraction or relief, he craved and hoping desperately that the small bit of pain that follow would prevent him from cumming in his pants. Kurt dimly felt Blaine's fingers wiggling again as he ran his hand back down to the bottom of his cock and he hardly got another word out before Blaine's mouth sunk around him once more, joining his hand ghosting up and down himself.

"God! Blaine!" Blaine hollowed out his cheeks and followed Kurt's hand as he pumped himself, confidence at an all-time high due to the enthusiasm Kurt was showing as he whimpered his pleasure. He ran his tongue across a large vein that ran up the side of Kurt's long cock enjoying how heavy he felt in his mouth.

He tried to keep his eyes locked onto Kurt's wrist so he could feel the speed that Kurt was moving his fist. His lips slipped over the tip of Kurt and Blaine got the salty tang that was a mixture of sweat, pre-cum and just... Kurt and Blaine hummed his approval at the way he tasted. Blaine slid his hand, once more, along Kurt's thigh and pushed his, still wet, fingers into his puckered hole and kept his two fingered pump in time with the speed his head was bobbing.

Blaine still couldn't believe his luck. Only a few hours ago Kurt had walked into his work perfectly fair yet glowing and just angelic, completely intimidating Blaine with his beauty and the way he smiled, like he was holding a secret to himself and now here was Blaine, in complete control of his lean body and whether Kurt would find his climax or not. The thrill of control and power that Blaine wielded over him ignited another twist of Blaine's fingers inside Kurt across the bump of Kurt's prostate.

Kurt felt he couldn't take any more; his mind was fogging between the feel of Blaine's warm mouth and his calloused fingers. The strokes of Blaine's tongue fuelled his passion, no-one had even blown and fingered him at once and he found himself thanking anybody up there listening, once more, for this wondrous French man and his mouth, his hands, his bodies. Kurt's back arched toward the low ceiling of the dark cellar and he felt himself clench around Blaine's fingers.

When Blaine felt Kurt tighten around him and his hand quicken it's pace he hummed once more but he began to worry once more, Kurt was getting louder and Blaine wanted very little more than to feel Kurt's cum coating his tongue he panicked about the patrons above them hearing him so he took the hand that wasn't' twisting into Kurt and laid it across Kurt's stomach, applying enough pressure to alert Kurt and still the movements of Kurt's hips to try and calm down his cries.

When Blaine laid his hand possessively across his abdomen and pushed down Kurt found himself fighting against him to carry on raising his hips off of the surface. Blaine's fingernails dug into Kurt's flesh in an attempt to restrain his efforts. Kurt knew Blaine was giving him a warning but he was too far gone to not fight against him, he whimpered 'please' louder than before, Blaine's fingers were pushing against his tightening walls and all Kurt wanted was to cum down Blaine's throat.

Blaine continued to panic whilst trying to take Kurt in as deep as he could without choking. He found him stilling Kurt's hips was having the opposite effect, Kurt was getting louder and he was being more vocal than before. Words tumbling from his mouth over and over, words in English that Blaine couldn't understand but he was assuming they were praising him if Kurt's fingers tangling in his hair were anything to go by. Blaine knew he had to silence the man under him as well as end his waiting game.

Just when Kurt thought Blaine's nails were going to break the skin on his stomach the hand was removed and it covered his mouth. In a sudden movement Kurt threw his head to the side and trapped one of Blaine's fingers between his teeth. Blaine jolted at the shock and as a result his fingers were thrust further into Kurt and Kurt bit down, hard, onto the finger in his mouth.

Blaine reeled back at the pain from the unexpected bite and his fingers fell from Kurt's ass, his mouth still on his cock but had stilled in his movements. He looked up into Kurt's face and saw he was lost and the bite was unintentional. Kurt must have realised his teeth were imbedded in Blaine's skin as he slowly licked the indentations he had left and pouted his lips around his finger. Blaine groaned deep around Kurt as he imagined Kurt sucking his cock at the same time. How on earth his regular day had turned into... this, he had no idea but he was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Blaine was in awe of how unrestrained Kurt was. Blaine was responsible for the sweat running down Kurt's face, the clench of his body every time his cock hit the back of Blaine's throat and it was sending Blaine's hormones into overdrive. He took pity upon Kurt's anguished face and thrust his fingers deep back into Kurt, less wet then they had been and Kurt moaned around Blaine's fingers, in pain or pleasure Blaine wasn't quite sure but the roll of his eyes back into his head spurred Blaine on. Kurt's hand fell away from himself and Blaine found his nose buried in coarse curls.

Blaine beginning to finger him once more was exactly what Kurt had needed to push him over the edge and he felt his body convulse and tightened his grip on Blaine's head to try and warn him but only a whimper could escape him. He chanced a glance down at Blaine and Blaine's hand slipped from his mouth down to his chest and pushed his fingertips into Kurt's pec as he swallowed down Kurt's cum. Kurt could see it begin to leak from the corners of Blaine's mouth and he moaned loudly, once more, at the display.

Blaine swallowed as much as could and when it didn't seem like Kurt would stop he raised his mouth and Kurt spurted twice more into Blaine face, his cum falling onto Blaine's cheek and dripping down his chin. Once Blaine was sure Kurt was finished he sat up and watched as Kurt tried to catch him breath, his chest and stomach heaving and his cock still trying to twitch against his stomach.

Kurt was left in a state of awe once he had come down from his high. He watched Blaine stand on semi-shaking legs and reach for a something down the side of the bar. He came up with a slightly blue coloured towel and began to wipe off some of the cum that had leaked onto his stomach and thighs. Kurt slowly bit his lip as Blaine blushed when their eyes met. You have just eaten cum like a starved rent boy and now you blush!?

Blaine stood between Kurt's legs and pulled the boy up by his shoulders, letting his limp form flop into his arms whilst he cradled him close. Blaine smiled when Kurt leant his head on his shoulder and nuzzled into his neck, Kurt's still shaking limps wound themselves around Blaine's waist and he pressed a kiss to the boy neck before taking the towel from his hands and wiping his cum from the bottom of his face whilst still smiling at Blaine's bashful expression. Once he finished he put the towel to the side and cuddled back into Blaine's arms.

"My sweet Angel..."

Kurt loved how Blaine held him, how they fit together. The vibrations of Blaine's happy hums went straight to Kurt's heart as he continued to slowly kiss Blaine's neck. Kurt silently cursed the clothing that was keeping his hands from running over Blaine's tanned body. Kurt had no doubt that they were hiding muscles underneath because Kurt could feel the hardness as Blaine held him flush against his body. Kurt was coming out of his post-orgasm stupor and was grateful to the pleasure Blaine had given him and thought it would only be fair to return the favour. Leaving Blaine hanging was just not an option. Kurt raised his head from Blaine's neck and watched his face; his eyes were closed in happiness, a blissed out smile on his handsome face.

Kurt slipped a hand between their bodies and ran his fingers over the hard bulge beneath his pants. He felt Blaine take a sharp intake of breath and heard the hiss next to him. Kurt couldn't imagine how sensitive he must be feeling or how long he had been this hard. Kurt pulled his head back and brought his lips to Blaine's, tilting his head so their lips could slide against one another. He could taste himself in Blaine's mouth and felt himself trying to get hard once more. He continued his affections on Blaine's mouth whilst his hands undid the fastening on the black pants he wore.

Kurt pushed his hand down Blaine's trousers and into his underwear, gripping his thick erection in his hands and feeling Blaine moan into his mouth. Kurt began to stroke Blaine, deliberately, twisting his wrist when he hit the tip of him, making sure his hand caught on the sensitive underside of him. Blaine's hips began moving trying to keep up with Kurt's fist and attempting to gain more friction. Kurt took this as a hint and pumped his hand harder, squeezing tighter.

Quinn and Santana had left immediately after writing the note, they had handed it to another bartender telling him to make sure Blaine got it once he came back upstairs. Quinn thought nothing of not telling the staff what was happening in the cellar below between their co-worker and their new American friend. The couple were in too much of a rush to leave and see to their own needs.

A few minutes had passed upstairs when the owner had shown up for the weeks inventory. His employees had no idea what was going on in the cellar downstairs and therefore had no reason to try and deter their boss from heading down there. All they knew was that Blaine was apparently helping a fussy American boy pick a wine out through their renowned tasting process. The girl Quinn had given the note to popped up from behind the bar when her boss announced he was going downstairs and handed him the note, telling him it was for Blaine who was still downstairs helping their patron.

Blaine's head lolled back when Kurt squeezed him again and he watched as Kurt slide down from the bar top and onto his knees in front of Blaine, pulling his pants down slightly so that his erection bobbed free in front of Kurt's smiling face. Blaine could not believe that this Angel was in front of him going to do... that. For him. He never dreamed Kurt would want to return his own actions but when Kurt pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock he lost all coherency. Blaine's eyes were glued to Kurt as he lapped up his pre-cum on his pink tongue.

"God, Blaine, you're so thick. You're gorgeous." Kurt was murmuring more English as he mouthed around Blaine's dick. He was caressing it lovingly with his smooth hands, darting his tongue once more over the head and sucking momentarily before releasing him again. "One day, soon, I'm going to beg you to fuck me." Lick, kiss, suck. "And then I'll fuck you in the shower afterwards, long and hard." Kurt had always been very vocal with his previous companions and he knew, even with the language barrier, Blaine would be no different. Kurt took Blaine into his mouth as far as he could, winding his tongue around the head of his cock.

Blaine had to grip the edge of the bar behind Kurt but he could still not find it in himself to tear his eyes away from the sight that Kurt was making taking his cock in and out of his flushed mouth. It took all of Blaine's self-control not to drive further into his mouth every time Kurt moved his head backward. Kurt placed his warm hand at the base of Blaine, covering what his mouth could not reach. Kurt then ran his hands up Blaine's trouser-covered legs and gripped his ass drawing him into his mouth and encouraging him to move on his own. When Blaine caught on his eyes almost popped out of his head but he took Kurt's cue and began moving his hips on his own which caused Kurt to hum his approval around Blaine.

"Kurrrrt." Blaine just about lost it when Kurt gave him permission to fuck his mouth and when Kurt began to hum and moan Blaine sped up his hips and gripped the side of Kurt's head to keep him in place. The pace he had chosen would finally give him the relief he had sought since propping Kurt up on the bar. Ohh, so close...

"Blaine? Blaine, are you still down here?" The sound of his boss' footsteps and voice made Blaine jump back from Kurt's mouth and in the process startling Kurt half to death. One look at Kurt's wide eyes told Blaine that he heard the voice too and together they set about trying to cover themselves as the sounds of his footsteps grew louder.

"Crap." Kurt muttered under his breath as he dove behind the bar and grabbed his shorts, pulling them on and zipping himself up, He ran a hand through his, normally perfectly coifed, hair trying to fix it as best he could. He looked over to Blaine, luckily he hadn't pulled his pants off and all he had to do was to tuck himself back in and zip them up. He watched him bend over quickly and then quickly take a seat on the stool next to the bar.

Tucking himself back in Blaine looked up to see Kurt had dressed himself. Out of the side of his eye he caught sight of Kurt's screwed up black boxers and quickly snatched them up and shoving them deep into his pocket. When he sat on the stool he crossed his legs to hide his painful erection as best he could and pick up the left over glass of wine, shoving it into Kurt's hand and nodding for him to act as normal as possible.

"Ahh, Blaine. There you are. Hello Sir." The owner smiled at Blaine before turning to Kurt and holding out his hand to shake. "I trust Blaine has found something pleasing to your palate?"

I've actually just had my mouth stuffed with Blaine's dick. Not wine. But sure, very pleasing. Kurt just nodded.

"This is Kurt. Good eye. He is American. But we found something he likes, yes." Blaine waved his hand toward the empty bottle on the bar top and a small smirk made it's way to his face, unbeknownst to his employer.

"Good choice. Good choice." He said, in each language, to the two men. He then turned his attention back to Blaine and held out the folded note. "Quinn left this for you. I'm going to do the inventory down the left so I'll leave you two be."

Once his boss had walked off both Kurt and Blaine sighed in relief that they hadn't been found out. Blaine opened the note and read the note silently to himself and chuckled. He wasn't sure how he was going to explain to Kurt that they would be stuck together for at least another hour. As he was weighing up how to explain it Kurt took a step forward and pointed to the back of the note. Blaine flipped it over in his hand and saw there was another note, this time in English, followed by an awful attempt at a doodle.

He wasn't even entirely sure what it was meant to be. Well, until Kurt turned it upside down and then it was very clear it was Blaine blowing Kurt on the bartop.

Kurt smiled and laughed at the note still in Blaine's hand and smiled down at the man. He made a motion with his hands as if driving a car and then pointed to himself. "I don't drive. Do you? Could you drive me home?"

Blaine nodded his understanding and replaced the cork inside the unfinished bottle of wine. Whilst he was moving everything back into its place Kurt walked around the bar and tilted his head down to kiss Blaine briefly before giving his, still hard, crotch a small squeeze along with an apologetic smile. He then backed away taking the wine with him.

"You know, it's a crying shame to have a wine this good and no-one to share it with." Kurt let out a high pitch squeal when Blaine came running at him, hands around his waist, pulling Kurt in for a demanding kiss whilst rubbing his erection against his denim covered thigh. When Blaine let him go he titled his head to the side and gave Kurt the cutest, yet most heated, look he'd ever received from another male.

"I'm not done with you yet, Blaine Whatever-Your-Last-Name-Is. I'm going to ride you 'til you pop. Let's get out of here." Kurt pulled away from Blaine's embrace and took his hand, leading him back over toward the stairs.