Blaine.

Blaine was kissing him. His lips were firm and deliberate as Kurt felt them press down on his own. But they were gentle, almost caressing and sweet. As soon as Kurt opened his mouth however the lips pulled away, resulting in an audible smack. His bottom lip trembled at the loss of contact and the familiar musky scent that lingered with the humid air around him. Blaine had taken a step back and Kurt quickly searched his face for a reason why.

Was this some sort of cruel joke, some payback for the same thing he had done over a month ago? But he was surprised by what he saw in the other boy's eyes; they were dark as they stared at him under his long eyelashes. They flickered once between Kurt's lips and his eyes, waiting for his response, waiting for an invitation. He was panting just as heavily as Kurt was.

Kurt barely registered that Blaine's feet had shuffled forward. He didn't know what Blaine's motives were. He didn't know whether Blaine was just trying to experiment with him out of curiosity. But none of that mattered to Kurt. Blaine, his only friend, had just kissed him, and judging by his reaction, it looked as though he wanted to do it again. As the other boy started to swiftly close the gap between them again, he needed Blaine to know that he could make him feel that wanted as many times as he wished.

…

As he felt Kurt's lips part against his, Blaine had pushed himself away, his lips having only remained just briefly. He looked into his eyes for a sign of encouragement, or even an indication that it was all okay.

But two blue eyes stared back at him blankly, and Kurt's mouth had fallen open in amazement. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling sharply.

Maybe Kurt didn't get the message the first time around. Carefully, he moved in to kiss Kurt again. Blaine took a step forward and Kurt mimicked him, and both their lips crashed together halfway. He felt the other boy's eyelids flutter closed as he responded by mustering as much force into the kiss as he could.

It was insistent tongues and warm breath and heat. Kurt's mouth was demanding and needy but it was all too much, too soon. Blaine slowed down the pace of the kiss, letting his tongue wander around lazily in the other boy's mouth. Kurt let out a groan against his lips in frustration and placed his hands around Blaine's neck, pulling him in closer, his vanilla scent filling Blaine's senses, sending them into overdrive. Kurt was taking control, but Blaine didn't want that. He wrapped his hands around Kurt's waist before shoving Kurt backwards into the wall of the shed, slamming the other boy into it. It vibrated with a noise as loud as a clap of lightning. Kurt gasped, placing his hands on Blaine's waist to steady himself. Blaine tore his lips away, moving over to kiss softly at Kurt's neck before moving his mouth to the other boy's ear.

'You have no idea how much…how much I've wanted you, Kurt,' he whispered, as he began to press hot, opened mouth kisses down the base of Kurt's neck. 'Do you…want me, too?'

Kurt grunted in affirmation, letting his head tip back to lean against the wall. Blaine frowned against him; he had been hoping for a more vocal reply.

Round two, he thought.

He dragged his lips over to Kurt's jawline, showering it with slow kisses.

'I just - didn't know it…' Blaine murmured, pressing his chest into Kurt's. 'Until two nights ago, I was - I was getting myself off…'

Kurt gave a soft moan.

'And the whole time, I – I was thinking about you…'

Kurt's moans were unlike anything Blaine had ever heard before. He had watched videos on his laptop and felt embarrassed by the overdrawn, wanton cries that he listened to through his headphones. But this was something different. They were little gasps of contentment which arose whenever Blaine kissed him deeper or pressed another part of his body against him. He groaned slightly as Kurt trailed a long, slender finger down his back.

'You think...you think we're all gentlemen at Dalton? We have…certain traditions,' he continued, enjoying the sounds of the other boy as he took in a large amount of breath. Kurt had started to sweat as much as he had, and he was worried that he would begin to overheat. He tugged the sweatshirt off Kurt's shoulders, letting it slide down his taunt arms before throwing it away, where it landed in a heap on the opposite end of the shed.

'If you – if you knew the things I had to do to be a part of the Warblers -.' Kurt's hot breath covered his own, his tongue thrusting in his mouth, swirling to capture every part of it. They both gasped at the same time as Kurt ground his hips against Blaine, and Blaine felt the unmistakable strain of his erection through Kurt's cotton sweat pants.

'Show me.'

Blaine paused at Kurt's collarbone, feeling the salty taste of sweat on his lips and Kurt's chest as it rose and fell. He wasn't sure if Kurt understood what he was asking, or if he was just testing him to see how far he would go. But then, what was it that he could show him? Suddenly Blaine realized he had been practicing in the lead up to this moment – but never in his wildest dreams would he have thought he would ever get to try it with Kurt. Blaine wanted more, wanted to taste every part of him, but he knew that time was not on his side. And if it was the only chance they would be alone, then Blaine was not going to pass up on the opportunity.

'I'm…I'm going to go down on you now.' Remembering his manners, Blaine looked up at Kurt. 'Is that okay?'

He felt Kurt's body stiffen and saw the pupils in his blue eyes dilate.

'You're – wait, you're….'

'Going to go down on you,' Blaine repeated, getting a thrill from the surprise he heard in the other boy's voice. 'That is, if you are willing to let me, of course.'

There was a pause. 'I am,' he heard Kurt reply shakily.

'Do you want me to?'

'Yes.'

'Yes…what?' he asked, raising an eyebrow at Kurt. Given the situation, there was no harm in having a little fun.

'Yes...please.'

'That's better.' He was about to move down to kiss Kurt's chest but quickly held himself back.

'I'll stop, if you don't want me to.'

'Don't you dare,' Kurt hissed. Blaine chuckled, adjusting his hold around Kurt's arms.

He kissed Kurt's chest through the fabric of his t-shirt and moved to plant kisses down his torso, then his stomach. The other boy let out a whimper above him as Blaine lifted himself down to his knees, placing both hands on the side of Kurt's hips. He lowered Kurt's sweatpants slightly to graze his lips and teeth against Kurt's thigh, nibbling gently and leaving little indentations in his flesh.

Blaine was thankful for the ease of access that was Kurt's uniform. In one careful motion, he managed to push down both Kurt's track pants and underwear, hearing a loud gasp from Kurt as he did so. He drew in breath as Kurt's cock sprung free, and he felt his mouth gape open at the size of it. Gripping Kurt's thighs with both hands, Blaine darted his tongue out to capture the pre come that had formed at the head of Kurt's cock with a tiny lick. It was all it took for Kurt's legs to buckle underneath him, and he would have fallen had Blaine not caught him by the waist just in time.

'Are you okay?' Blaine asked, holding onto Kurt tightly and noticing how shaky his own breath had become. Below him, Kurt nodded fervently. Blaine had a feeling that he wouldn't last very long under him, so he used his free leg to kick a plastic crate towards them, allowing Kurt to slide gently down the shed wall until he was in a comfortable seated position on top of it.

Blaine quickly kissed Kurt's lips and returned to task, scooting closer on his knees so that he was at a better angle. Tipping his head to one side, he licked the underside of Kurt's cock before taking him in his mouth. Blaine heard a sharp bang as one of Kurt's arms hit against the wall, trying to find a grip, something to cling desperately to. Blaine began swirling his tongue around the head, getting used to the size and texture of it and Kurt moaned again, this time low and guttural, and if it wasn't the most delicious sound Blaine had ever heard in his life.

Then he began to suck down, drowning out every other sensation but touch and taste as he felt Kurt's breath rise and fall, trying to keep breathing steadily and not lose control. Kurt tasted sweet, and he'd never thought he would enjoy it, but he did, very much so. He tried to glimpse Kurt from above: Kurt's head was resting against the shed and his eyes were shut, moving under his eyelids quickly as though they were rolling towards the back of his head. His face was flushed pink from blushing.

Blaine took more of Kurt in his mouth and he began to suck harder, hearing the other boy's controlled breathing now becoming more labored and difficult. He felt Kurt squirming and wailing above him, and it did nothing to slow down the movement of Blaine's mouth. If the string of expletives that followed was any indication, then Blaine reasoned that he must be doing a fairly good job. Then again, he thought it would be hard for Kurt to string together a proper sentence while he was sucking him dry.

'Blaine…' he warned, trying to repeat Blaine's name a second time but only managing a whimper. Blaine knew what was about to happen, but it only made him grip Kurt's thighs even harder, knowing well of the soreness that Kurt was going to experience the next day. He could feel himself getting damp, but he shut the thought away and concentrated all his attention on seeing Kurt through. Then Kurt's whole body shuddered as he came, and Blaine felt a rush of warm liquid in his mouth. He reached an arm around Kurt's waist and brought Kurt closer to him as he swallowed, being mindful not to choke on him in the process. Blaine licked him until he was all clean, thankful that Kurt wasn't moving too much as he tried to regain his breath.

Blaine gently tucked Kurt back in as he tried to lift himself up, but Kurt grabbed his t-shirt, letting out a soft, low moan as he tasted himself on Blaine's lips. He felt his lower lip being sucked gently and he let himself be pulled up to the crate to sit on Kurt's lap, being wary of not sitting himself too close to Kurt's groin. Thunder rumbled low overhead, otherwise the only sound was staggered breathing, little moans and their lips smacking wetly together.

After a few minutes, Blaine felt Kurt sigh as his lips paused on Blaine's mouth, too exhausted to move them. Blaine pulled back to view him more clearly; Kurt's lips were swollen and his eyes rested on Blaine's face, almost in wonder at what had happened. He was slumped against the wall, mouth parted and Blaine had to admit to himself that he would never, ever in his seventeen years had thought he could make another boy feel this way. Thunder clapped above them again, and from somewhere in the distance came the distinct scent of rainwater.

He still had his own painful erection to attend to, and he needed to leave, fast. He could feel Kurt watching him as he moved over to the other side of the shed, retrieving his hooded sweatshirt. After a pause, he decided to place it on himself, zipping up the bottom half of it to hide the bulge in his pants. If anything, it was a reminder to him that he needed to come back to visit Kurt some time. He glanced over at Kurt and saw him breathing lightly, with a faint smile at his lips. But there was confusion in his eyes and his brow was furrowed. Then Blaine realized what he had forgotten to tell him.

Oh.

Right.

He leaned down to place his mouth near Kurt's ear, whispering as he leant another hand flat on the base of the crate where Kurt was sitting.

'I thought you might have figured it out by now, but in case you hadn't noticed, I'm definitely not straight.'

He turned away to leave as tiny raindrops began to fall, but not before sneaking one last look at Kurt; his lips had turned into a wide smile and from a few steps away, he heard the gleeful sound of light laughter behind him.

…

The drive home was a feat in itself; Blaine tried to focus on the road as the warm scent from Kurt's hooded sweatshirt enveloped him. A few times he thought he would have to stop the car and pull over, but he managed to somehow make it all the way home without stopping.

Blaine didn't bother parking his mother's car in the garage when he arrived home; he killed the engine and left it in the driveway, running over to the front door to unlock it. He had barely closed it behind him when he sank down to the floor, shoving a hand down his jeans to attend to his throbbing erection. Within minutes he had brought himself to orgasm, screaming Kurt's name in the empty house, not knowing or caring if the neighbors next door could hear him. Blaine leaned his head against the door and gasped loudly as he tried to come down from his high.

His favorite jeans were ruined, but he didn't mind; he had never felt more proud of the feeling that he had given Kurt exactly what he'd always wanted.