It was an understatement if there ever was one. Blaine, who was oh-so considerate of Kurt, who would never touch Kurt without his permission, was also a teenage boy, and a horny one at that. While he loved sitting with his boyfriend, holding hands, and cuddling, there were times that Blaine was sure Kurt was purposefully trying to torture him sexually. Every time they were together and alone, kissing, and one of them even so much as whimpered, Kurt decided that it would be a good time to whip out his Chemistry textbook. It had taken all of his willpower not to make a pun-filled joke, throw the book to the ground, and ravish the boy right then and there.

It was Kurt’s mewl that brought Blaine back to reality. He focused on the spot where his lips had moved—up just behind Kurt’s right ear—and nipped at it with his teeth, watching as his boyfriend shuddered in his arms and try hard not to drop his books for History. “B-Blaine,” he stammered, but the boy simply shook his head and sucked Kurt’s ear lobe in between his lips. Now was not the time for conversation. He was quickly rewarded with hips bucking upward into his own, and Blaine relished in the friction, grinding himself back against the other boy.
Only when the bell that signaled the start of class rang did Blaine pull away, leaving Kurt red faced, panting, and hard in his skin-tight jeans. Thank God for free dress days. Blaine palmed him through the denim and licked his lips. “Oh my God, what has gotten into you, Blaine Anderson?” Kurt questioned when he could find words.

“You, apparently. I can’t think in class, can’t focus on homework, can barely get through a night without touching myself and thinking of you.” Blaine was unashamed of his admission, and he grabbed one of Kurt’s hands and pressed it against his own dark wash jeans, where he was so hard he was aching, and his cock throbbed at Kurt’s touch. The warning bell rang, and Blaine smiled before he disengaged all contact from his boyfriend. He took a deep breath over Kurt’s whimper of protest, then leaned in to kiss him chastely on the mouth. The only evidence of their hallway romp was the mark that stood out and proud on Kurt’s clavicle.

“I’m going to kill you, Blaine,” Kurt half-threatened before he made his feet start to move down the hall toward his classroom. Blaine simply shrugged, a huge smile on his face, as he started humming and walking the opposite direction, albeit a little more slowly than Kurt. Damn Blaine and his free periods. Kurt paused at the door, though, hearing the Warbler’s voice fade away.

“Let’s go all the way tonight. You and I will be young forever…”