Blaine could not keep his eyes off Kurt. Everything he did was so incredibly hot. And now he was sipping his drink; his cheeks hollowing as he sucked on the straw.

Blaine tore his gaze away, his chest heaving as he tried to redirect his thoughts to something, anything, other than Kurt's mouth.

"Blaine?" Kurt queried. Blaine looked back at Kurt, whose eyes were filled with concern. "Are you alright?" Kurt asked. "It's not that warm in here and you're awfully flushed…"

"I'm fine," Blaine croaked. Kurt quirked an eyebrow in disbelief, and Blaine cleared his throat. "I'm fine," he repeated.

Blaine was a mere two blocks from Kurt's house when he was forced to pull over. He was gripping the steering wheel far too tightly; his entire body shaking. He leaned his head on the steering wheel, trying desperately to compose himself. I do not want to do this in my car on the side of the road, dammit.

His phone rang, and he bolted upright. When he recognized the ringtone as Kurt's, he immediately looked through his car for anything Kurt may have left behind. Finding nothing, he slid his phone open and answered.

"Hi, Kurt."

"Hi…Hi, Blaine," Kurt responded.

"Did you…forget something?" Blaine asked. He already knew the answer, but he couldn't think of a better way to keep Kurt talking.

"Not…exactly," Kurt replied.

Blaine recognized that tone in Kurt's voice. Blaine referred to it as the "please, please read my mind so I don't have to say this and embarrass myself" tone.

Blaine sighed, hoping he didn't sound too exasperated. The last thing he wanted right now was to start a fight. "What do you need, Kurt?" he asked.

"Blaine, I…" Kurt paused, and Blaine could picture the expression on his face. Kurt's lower lip would be caught in his teeth as he nibbled on it nervously, and his cheeks would be flushed pink.

"Come on, Kurt. Tell me why you called. It can't possibly be as bad as you seem to think it is."

"Blaine, I…" Kurt paused, searching for words. "Do you remember when I called you last week? And I woke you up and scared you half to death?"

Blaine's entire body went rigid as Kurt's words registered. Maybe doing this in the car won't be so bad… "Yes, Kurt," he replied, voice ragged. "I remember."

"Would you…" A ragged breath. "Would you…"

"Yeah, Kurt. Just…let me move my car so I'm not under the streetlights, okay? Don't hang up."

Blaine turned the key in the ignition, shifting into Drive and quickly moving his car to a side street with fewer lights and houses. He shut the car off. For a few moments, the only sound he could hear was the ticking of the cooling engine. He reached for the handle on the side of the seat, reclining it a little.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah, I'm still here." Kurt chuckled softly. "I can't believe we're doing this again so soon though…"

"Do you…" Blaine bit his lip, cursing himself for even considering what he was about to suggest. "Do you not want to? We don't have to, you know. We can just ta-"

"No," Kurt interrupted. "No, I want to. It's just…"

"Just what, Kurt?"

"My parents are here this time," Kurt whispered.

Blaine smirked.

"We'll have to be quiet then, won't we?"

Kurt's breath was coming in harsh pants. He leapt from his bed, moving to lock his bedroom door. His parents had gone to bed shortly after Blaine had dropped him off, but Kurt was sure neither of them would be asleep just yet. Luckily, neither of them had particularly sensitive hearing, so as long as Kurt was quiet, he would be safe.

"So, Kurt…" Blaine sounded far too relaxed for Kurt's liking. Blaine was really no safer from interruption than Kurt was, so how could he be so damn calm about this?

"You are far too composed right now, Blaine. Are you completely unaffected by the risk of us getting caught?" Kurt knew he sounded snippy, but it was an attitude born of fear, not anger.

"I like a challenge," Blaine replied, still sounding far too calm.

Kurt opened his mouth to fire back a retort. A challenge, eh? Kurt thought. He moved to lay down on his bed, propping himself up with a few pillows.

"Really," Kurt said, reaching a hand down to unbutton his pants. "In that case, let's have a…competition, of sorts."

"A competition?" Blaine queried, reclining the seat a bit more and reaching beneath it to slide it back as well.

"Yes," Kurt replied lazily.

"What kind of competition, Kurt?" Blaine asked.

Kurt inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and feeling a blush creep up his cheeks.

"The first one to touch himself, loses."

Blaine's entire body jerked as Kurt's words registered. He pulled the phone away from his face, staring at it in disbelief.

"Are you…are you serious?" Blaine asked.

"Absolutely," Kurt replied, and Blaine could almost hear him smirking. Two can play at this game, Blaine thought.

"You looked so hot tonight," Blaine said, his voice an octave lower than usual. "Everything you said, everything you did…you were driving me crazy just by being."

Kurt felt his body tightening, his dick hardening in his pants. The hand that wasn't holding the phone started moving down his body, and he hastily jerked it away, clenching the pillows above his head instead.

"And you…" Kurt paused as he took a deep breath. "You just had to wear that polo shirt, didn't you? You know what happens to me when I see you wearing that shade of green-how it brings out the color in your eyes-and the way it pulls across your chest." Kurt stopped again, inhaling shakily before continuing. "It was all I could do not to pull you out of the theater and demand we leave immediately."

Blaine's hand clenched his phone tightly. For a moment, he feared he would actually shatter it in his hand. He forced himself to lighten his grasp slightly. His other hand was grasping the steering wheel tightly, the knuckles white against the tan skin of his fingers. This is not going to end well, Blaine thought. At this rate, Kurt's going to WIN.

"I can't decide what was more torturous," Blaine whispered. While it was lovely to hear that Kurt appreciated his outfit for the evening, the tone of Kurt's voice-how it had deepened slightly, which was a clear indicator of Kurt's arousal-had only made his cock harder than it already was. Fuck, why did I wear skinny jeans tonight? Blaine cursed himself mentally. "Watching you drink your soda, watching your cheeks hollow as you sucked hard to get the last drops out of the cup, or watching you lick your lips afterward." Blaine sucked in a ragged breath, his left hand clenching even tighter on the steering wheel. "All I could think about was having your mouth on my cock, Kurt. About your mouth being stretched around me, your cheeks hollowing as- "

Kurt groaned, cutting off Blaine's thoughts and jerking upwards in the bed, nearly slamming his head into the headboard. Well, that may have been my goal, but I can't believe Blaine actually SAID that.

"You think that's bad?" he retorted. "Every. Single. Time you so much as moved all I could do was focus on the movement of your muscles beneath your shirt. And you kept tilting your head, practically begging me to attack you right there, in the restaurant in front of all those people." Kurt paused, a wicked thought entering his mind.

"And you know what, Blaine?" Kurt said.

"What, Kurt?" Blaine growled.

"I was thinking the same thing as I drank my soda. I was imagining myself under the table, sucking your cock, doing everything I could to force you to lose your composure. Because you know what, Blaine? You need to let loose a little. You're too uptight most of the time."

Blaine shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He knew what Kurt was doing, emphasizing those words to subtly steer Blaine's hand where he wanted it the most. His pants were far from comfortable now; he was certain the zipper was going to leave a permanent mark. But he knew if he so much as unbuttoned his pants, he wouldn't be able to resist touching himself. So he gritted his teeth and said, "If I was there right now, Kurt, I would have you pinned underneath me, my hands on your wrists and the weight of my body pressing you into the mattress. And my lips would be on that spot, the one right underneath your ear. Where all I have to do is breathe on it, and you're hard as a rock just moments later."

Kurt swallowed audibly, and Blaine smirked. I might be able to win this after all…

"Do you really think I would lie there and let you torment me, Blaine?" Kurt scoffed, the intensity of his tone slightly dampened by the shakiness in his voice. "You know as well as I do that I can easily reverse the position, leaving you pinned beneath me. But my hands wouldn't be on your wrists-oh, no. They'd be buried in your hair because I know how much you love to have my hands running through your hair. Honestly, I'm surprised no one else has figured out that the back of your neck is so sensitive. In fact, it almost seems to be an erogenous zone for you…" Kurt trailed off, as if contemplating the idea.

Blaine froze. Well, shit, he thought. So much for keeping that a secret…FOCUS, Anderson. FOCUS. His hand on the steering wheel spasmed, his body protesting the tight grip he'd had on it. His arm jerked inward, his hand resting in his lap. He quickly snatched his hand away, wrapping his arm around the headrest behind his head and trying to collect his thoughts.

"Oh, like your nipples aren't just as sensitive," Blaine retorted, and was rewarded with a sharp gasp from Kurt.

Kurt's hand had released its grasp on the pillows several minutes ago, and now it lay at his side, nearly touching his hip. Every fiber of his body was urging, demanding he move that hand and at least unzip his pants, but he knew he couldn't give in. He arched upwards, sliding his hand beneath his body and pinning it there. He may not be particularly comfortable now, but at least the temptation was gone.

"You really shouldn't have said that," Kurt said.

"And why not?"

"Close your eyes for a moment," Kurt said, his voice soft and tone soothing.

The abrupt change in the tone of the conversation caught Blaine off guard, and he found himself doing exactly as Kurt had said.

"I want you to imagine my hands on your neck, Blaine. Running through the hair at the nape, my fingers gently running down the back of your neck to your shoulders and then up again."

Blaine sighed, his body relaxing slightly as he followed Kurt's softly-spoken directions. He was close, now. He felt the familiar heat coiling in his abdomen, and as the sensation registered, he snapped his eyes open.

"Oho, no. Oh no, you don't, Kurt Hummel. I see what you tried to do right there." Kurt giggled, and Blaine felt his body creeping even closer to the brink. He was right there just on the edge, and he knew that if he so much as laid a finger on his zipper, he'd be done for.

"Kurt…can we…" Blaine sucked in a quick breath. "Can we call this a draw? Please?"

"You sound a little desperate, dear…" Kurt said in the soft voice he'd switched to. "Why don't you just…take care of your little problem, and then we can keep talking?"

Blaine gritted his teeth. I have to make him crack. I have to. How can I…

And then he remembered. The one thing that would always, always reduce Kurt to a babbling, incoherent mess whenever things got heated between them.

"Hey, Kurt?" he whispered.

"…yes?" Kurt's tone was guarded, as if he were anticipating Blaine trying to trip him up.

Blaine repeated the phrase mentally a few times, hoping he'd remembered it correctly.

"Je t'aime," he whispered, so softly he barely heard himself speak.

"Blaine," Kurt groaned, and then all Blaine heard for several moments was his name, over, and over, and over as Kurt's orgasm rocked through his body. Gradually, Kurt's groans became quieter, until Blaine could barely hear any noise from his boyfriend.

"Kurt, I-"

"You win," Kurt said softly.

"But I-you didn't-Did you?" Blaine had lost the ability to think clearly as he'd listened to Kurt say his name over and over.

"Blaine," Kurt chuckled softly. "I love you, too."

And Blaine was lost. He felt his body tighten further, impossibly so, and then he was gone. His hold on the headrest tightened briefly before his entire body went limp. He lay there for a moment, breathing heavily. He could hear Kurt giggling through the phone.

"And what do you find so amusing right now, Kurt?" he asked, somewhat offended.

"Have you forgotten you have to drive home, still? That's going to be awfully, ah…uncomfortable…." Kurt dissolved into giggles. "I, at least, can change into my pajamas as soon as I get off the phone with you."

Blaine rubbed a hand across his face. He just had to remind me of that, didn't he.

"Blaine?" Kurt queried. He sounded more composed now.

"You can stop rubbing it in any time now…" Blaine replied.

"Actually…if you want to come back and…ah…change into clean clothes, feel free. I'll wait for you downstairs, and you can change in the laundry room."

Blaine shook his head, reaching to straighten the driver's seat and starting up his car.

"Hang up your phone, Kurt. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"See you soon, Blaine," Kurt replied. "Love you!"

Blaine sighed. "I love you, too." He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat and pulled a U-turn, heading for Kurt's house.

We really, really, need to do this more often, he thought. Kurt's so much more…daring…when I'm not physically there...