And Kurt had. He had worn the very same color and Blaine had bit back a smile at that small display of his power. Blaine always, without fail, texted first.

“Hello, my love. My don’t we look absolutely wonderful today?”

He would watch with glowing eyes as Kurt would quickly check around, trying to find him. Kurt would beg for Blaine to show himself.

“Please. Who are you?”

“How do you see me?”

Blaine always responded with the same, “Quiet, love. If your an extra good boy maybe I’ll let you touch yourself tonight.” He would watch through that little window. Kurt’s phone would never leave his hands as he waited for the messages, the ones that would send him over the edge, but they never came.

Blaine smiled as he watched Kurt’s laboured breathing. Kurt was forced not to grant himself the satisfaction he wanted for fear of making his mystery man angry.

That was until Kurt he was done waiting. Early that morning, when he knew he would be watching Kurt rid himself of all his clothes and laid on top of the covers so Blaine could see every inch of his body. He slowly took out his phone and began to type, never taking his eyes off Kurt.

“It’s not nice to start without me.”

Kurt glared at him through the window. Always through that damn window.

“Not nice to keep me waiting.”

Kurt’s hand slowly traced a path down to himself and he arched his back to follow the same path, each vertebra moving in a fluid movement. Blaine grunted as his fingers flew across the phone, trying to type faster then his mind could comprehend.

“Stop that, Kurt. I didn’t tell you to do that.”
Blaine’s stomach tightened as he watched Kurt laugh and continue on his path, moving oh so fucking slow.

“I don’t care. In fact your gonna do what I say to now. Put your hand over your cock. Don’t touch it, but close enough that you can feel the heat.”

Blaine threw his head back, hitting the back of the seat of his car. He was torn between the desperation let Kurt order him about and the slight panic at the thought of loosing his control. Then he felt his phone vibrate from his lap where it had fallen. He moaned slightly as it vibrated again against his cock which was already trying to rip the seems of his jeans.

“Do it.”

“Now.”

Blaine’s hand jerked and his hips dug into the seat, his chest heaving with arousal.

“Yes, Kurt.”

Kurt felt a surge of power and it drove him wild. He was going to make this boy fall apart.

“This drives you insane, doesn’t it? I’m in charge now and you do as I say or I’ll never make you cum again. Now feel that hand? It’s so close to your cock. Keep this in mind, no matter how good that hand feels, mine would feel better.”

Blaine moaned and bucked forward in a jerky spasm. He thought his jeans might rip from the force his dick was straining against them.

“Yes, sir.”

Kurt closed his eyes, allowing himself to imagine the mystery boy half crazed with want. His eyes snapped open and he growled as he lunged for the phone to send his next round of directions.

“Like your hand. I want it wet.”

Blaine quickly followed the order, desperate with need.

“Wrap it around the very tip of yourself and hold tightly. I want it to hurt.”

Moaning and shivering Blaine freed himself from the jeans and nearly cried out when he touched the sensitive tip of his cock. “Fuck,” he whimpered into the air. The AC was turned to the highest setting and the cold air stung his skin. Everything was overwhelming his senses and he could swear he might not survive this aching NEED.

“Raise your hips slowly. I want you to feel that hand over every. fucking. inch of you.”

The car was filled with sounds of Blaine’s breathy, needy gasps of air as every inch of his body tingled with
desire.

“Again? Please.”, he begged Kurt.

“Fuck your hand, sweetheart. Fuck your hand like it was me against the damn wall.”

He half growled, half moaned in the back of his throat bucking wildly against his hand, still tightly clinging to his cock. His rhythm became frantic and he came so hard his vision burred.

“God, Kurt. That was amazing. “

The next message came so quickly, Blaine wondered if he had had it ready to send.

“Is your cum all over you?”

Blaine swallowed dryly then licked his lips, biting down hard.

“Yes.”

“Don’t clean it up. I want you to go home feeling it all over you and knowing that it was me who made you that
desperate.”

Blaine shook as he typed his reply.

“And what about you? Do you want me to talk you through it? I’d love to watch.”

Kurt smiled in his room.

“Good luck with that.”

Blaine’s eyes snapped to the window, trying to find Kurt. The sheer white drapes that allowed him to see through were gone and replaced with a heavy dark material. He growled in frustration as his hand clutched the steering wheel to keep him from lashing out.

“Take that down, Kurt.”

“If I can’t see you when you cum, you don’t get to see me. Now if you don’t mind I’m going to be busy taking care of myself. You won’t get another text tonight.”

Blaine had to control his temper. He was on fire with the idea of marching right in and watching from inside the room, “but”, he thought, “now is not the time. Not just yet.”

“Kurt, take it down.”

“Take that goddamn thing down, Kurt.”

“You’re making me angry, Kurt.”

“I said take it down. Now.”

All of the text went ignored. The thick material still blocked his view and Kurt didn’t text back, just like he said he wouldn’t. Blaine waited 7 minutes before finally driving away, still sticky with his own cum and plotting revenge.