Kurt’s body was on fire. His heart was beating so fast it was like he almost didn’t have a heartbeat. He was so pumped full of adrenaline that each searing touch was increased tenfold in sensation. Kurt had never felt so alive and so hungry from somebody else’ body to be on his.

Kurt clawed at Blaine’s clothes, slotting his growing erection into Blaine’s firm thigh and biting his neck. Blaine growled, smacking his head against the door and squeezing Kurt’s ass.

Kurt rutted into Blaine, feeling him growing even harder against him while Kurt licked a stripe down Blaine’s stubbly neck and then sucking harshly on his clavicle. He wanted to mark Blaine has his and show that James guy that he wasn’t somebody to be fucked with.

Blaine pushed Kurt off of him, panting and his eyes completely black with lust. Kurt stared back with an equally as heated expression, his body poised and ready.

“Bed,” Blaine grunted, his gaze going over Kurt’s shoulder and to the mattress. Kurt couldn’t bring himself to care that he didn’t make his bed today, they were already going to mess it up.

Kurt nodded, fisting the front of Blaine’s shirt and throwing him down. Blaine huffed, leaning up on his elbows and spreading his thighs as Kurt jumped on top of him, continuing where he left off.

Blaine’s hands wandered all over Kurt, stroking down his back and caressing his shoulders and biceps. Blaine thrust up into Kurt, a tingling sensation shooting down his spine as the delicious friction rolled through him.

“Fuck,” Blaine let out. “Your body, Kurt. I almost forgot how amazing it felt.”

Kurt bit down on Blaine’s earlobe, and then breathed, “Well I’m never going to let you forget again. I’m going to fuck you so good and so hard that whenever you’re with anyone else in the future it’ll pale in comparison.”

Blaine growled deep in his throat again, flipping Kurt over and under him, effectively switching their positions. Blaine dragged his teeth under Kurt’s jaw, and Kurt moaned softly, stretching his neck back to allow Blaine more access.

“Jesus fuck, Kurt,” Blaine whispered brokenly. “You taste and smell better than I remember.. so good.”

Kurt knew exactly what Blaine meant. Through the haze of lust, leftover anger, and pure need, to Kurt, this felt like home. Blaine was always his safe place in high school. They knew each other so well, and experienced all their firsts with each other, so this was just like falling back into something so organic and easy.

Blaine scent washed over him, his lips upon him, grazing lightly before he would bite down on the gorgeous pale column of Kurt’s neck. It felt so unfamiliar yet natural at the same time, and Kurt’s body was positively humming with excitement. It was like all the other guys Kurt has been with didn’t really matter because here and now was just so much better.

“Blaine,” Kurt moaned as Blaine’s mouth worked on him, going lower and lower as each button was undone. Once Blaine ripped open his shirt, and his pale torso exposed, Blaine gasped.

“Kurt, you’re.. guh,” Blaine whimpered, his mouth falling open, trying to swallow but failing. “A lot more built than.. before.”

Kurt smirked, complimented and feeling a wave of confidence take him. “I hope I can say the same about you,” he said slyly, his hands grabbing the hem of Blaine’s tye-dye shirt and pulling it over his head.

“But you saw me shirtless yesterday,” Blaine protested, voice breathy.

“I forgot,” Kurt joked, running his palms over Blaine’s chest and then scratching down his back. Blaine shivered at the sensation. Kurt admired that Blaine had much more dark hair spattered over his chest, and it was so masculine and sexy. Kurt felt another tremor of anticipation roll through him as his eyes glided over the lean muscle to the v-shape that disappeared under Blaine’s low-hanging pants. This man was positively mouth-watering, and Kurt had no idea why they didn’t drop out of high school to have sex all the time.

Kurt twisted his fingers in Blaine’s hair and surged forward for a fiery kiss. Their naked chests touching for the first time in years made Kurt moan loudly, barely believing this was happening. Blaine was equally as pleasured, so not regretting in the slightest his treachery to James. Kurt was so worth it.

Kurt clawed at Blaine’s pants, desperate to get them off. Blaine leaned on one palm next to Kurt’s head, and his other hand worked his pants and boxer briefs down to mid thigh. Blaine’s straining cock was freed, and Kurt immediately went to grab it.

Blaine’s eyes fell shut as Kurt began to pump him leisurely. Kurt licked his lips, wanting to do anything and everything to Blaine, but the feel of Blaine’s cock in his hand was overwhelming. Even though it had been so long, Kurt remembered the exact texture, length and thickness of Blaine’s length, and knew exactly how to make him feel good.

“Kurt,” Blaine sighed, arm shaking from holding up his body weight. And the sound alone made Kurt ravenous for more, so he quickly un-did his own jeans and slid them down his legs as far as he could. Kurt grabbed Blaine’s naked hip so that they would be pressed together, their cocks aligned.

Blaine’s eyes shot open and he looked down and groaned, “Kurt you are so beautiful.” Blaine shifted his weight to the other arm and then circled their cocks in his fist and gave an experimental pump. Kurt’s toes curled as he keened. Before Kurt and Blaine ever had sex, naked frotting was their favorite thing to do, and he missed it so much. When Kurt slept with other men, there was a lot less room for foreplay since it required more intimacy that Kurt didn’t desire. But with Blaine it was different.

“Feels so good,” Kurt breathed, leaning up to suck on Blaine’s neck again. Blaine was stubbly, and it burned Kurt’s tongue in the best of ways. Blaine was panting, but he turned his head to bring Kurt in for a dirty open-mouthed kiss as he pumped them both, the heads of their cocks sliding together.

Kurt thrust up into Blaine and whined, a particular sharp spike of pleasure shooting up his abdomen and building up heat with each hot second. “Blaine, I need you now.”

Blaine picked up his pace, breathing into Kurt’s open mouth, occasionally nipping on Kurt’s bottom lip. Kurt collapsed at gave into it for a minute, before putting his hand on Blaine’s wrist and stilling him. “Hold on.”

Kurt pushed Blaine off of him and went to his vanity in search for lube. If this was going to be a one time thing, Kurt wanted to go all the way before either he or Blaine were going to come. It would be completely unsatisfying and tragic if he never got to fuck Blaine again before.. well, before anything else with James was going to happen.

Blaine was getting impatient because Kurt was taking to long fumbling through the drawers, so he got up from the bed, and wrapped his arms around Kurt from behind, mouthing at his shoulder. Kurt leaned his head back and moaned long and low when Blaine bit and Kurt flipped around, kissing him with bruising force.

“Fuck me now,” Blaine whimpered. “Right here.”

Kurt growled in approval, flipping Blaine around and pulling his pants the rest the way down and off. Kurt clasped the back of Blaine’s muscular thighs and hauled him up on the vanity, spreading his thighs apart and uncapped the lube bottle.

Blaine busied himself as Kurt warmed his fingers up to clearing all the items away from himself on the vanity, and then he keened when Kurt started teasing his entrance.

“Feel okay,” Kurt asked, leaning in for a quick peck. Blaine leaned back and nodded, humming contentedly in his throat.

Kurt swirled his lubed finger a few more times, before dipping one finger in and pumping in and out a few times. Kurt took his other hand and spread Blaine’s cheeks apart for better access, but Blaine did him one further and pulled his legs up on the vanity, completely exposed. Kurt groaned at the sight. Nothing was hotter than seeing Blaine like this. The once dapper gentlemen now turned hippie was still hot as ever, begging to be filled up and fucked into next week.

Kurt was starting to get antsy, trying to rut against the furniture, but it hurt too much, so he tried to hurry the prepping process by sliding in a second finger, and scissoring and crooking, knowing exactly what spots and exact pressure to apply to Blaine to get him completely undone.

Blaine’s grip on his own legs grew so tight, his fingers were white, so Kurt shoved in a third finger, pushing them in roughly before pulling out and getting more lube for his dick.

“Is it okay if we don’t use a condom,” Kurt asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve gotten tested, so I’m okay.”

“Yes! That’s good, please Kurt,” Blaine begged, his voice completely gone.

Kurt lined himself up as Blaine wrapped his legs around his waist, his eyes wide with anticipation. When the head of Kurt’s cock breached his asshole, Blaine made a noise that was a mixture between a sigh of relief and a shriek of pleasure. Kurt thrust in all the way, rolling his hips, and leaning forward to tongue fuck Blaine’s mouth.

Kurt pulled out, circling his head around the rim, causing Blaine to thrash, head smacking against the mirror. Kurt looked into it, and he loved the way he looked, taking Blaine and how much of a sweaty mess they were. Kurt snapped his hips forward, hard, shaking the entire vanity, and causing it to smash against the wall.

“Fuck yes!” Blaine keened, the heels of his feet digging into Kurt’s ass. “Harder, kurt! Harder!”

Kurt complied, shoving his cock into Blaine’s tight, hot hole rougher with each thrust. Kurt picked up a relentless place, feeling sweat drip down his back and forehead, slamming into Blaine over and over again, hearing the creaking of the vanity and the obscenities spill from Blaine’s mouth.

“I’m getting close, Kurt, please touch me,” Blaine pleaded, struggling with each syllable. Kurt obliged him by gripping his shaft and attempting to pump him in time with his thrusts.

Kurt’s calves were cramping and his thighs were burning from the exertion of fucking Blaine has hard and as good as possible so he would never forget that Kurt was going to be the best he ever had, no matter who the hell he married. Kurt was drunk off his pleasure and the intoxication of being completely in power of Blaine. He was the one making Kurt shriek his name, nobody else.

Blaine came, come spurting all over his own chest and Kurt’s fist. His mouth fell slack, and his neck veins stuck out with each shudder and convulsion, his clavicle glinting with a new break out of sweat.

Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing Kurt had ever seen in his life. Kurt gave a few more shallow, quick thrusts before he was coming hotly into Blaine’s ass, shoving himself in and out erratically, knowing full well through his explosion of pleasure that he was hitting Blaine’s prostate. Blaine was positively screaming, and it spiked more adrenaline and self-satisfaction in Kurt, aiding it to be one of the greatest orgasms he had ever experienced.

Once they both floated down from their high, Kurt removed Blaine’s legs from around his waist, and collapsed backwards onto his bed. Blaine sat on the vanity, legs still spread wide apart, trying to catch his breath.

“Oh,” Blaine shuddered. “Oh my god.”

“Yeah,” Kurt agreed, taking a deep breath and letting it out through his nose to calm his thrashing heart.

Blaine clambered off, and tripped, collapsing on top of Kurt. Kurt grunted, but pulled Blaine closer, kissing his temple in an unexpected moment of affection. Kurt immediately felt weird for doing it.

“Kurt,” Blaine said, his voice more collected, but still shaky.

“Mmm,” Kurt closed his eyes, fatigue setting in.

“I cheated,” Blaine informed in a hard voice.

“I know,” Kurt replied, slightly annoyed. As if that wasn’t obvious.

“What am I going to do?”

Kurt stroked Blaine’s back, trying to calm him. “Just don’t tell him. I don’t know. I’ve never committed adultery before.”

“This isn’t helping,” Blaine moaned guilty.

“I’m sorry,” Kurt said sincerely. “But I don’t regret what we just did.”

“Neither do I,” Blaine said in a small voice. “It was probably the best thing to ever happen to me.”
Kurt smiled smugly. “I’m glad to hear that. It was pretty fucking awesome.”

Blaine sighed again, nuzzling into the crook of Kurt’s neck. “Can we lay here for a while and do nothing. I’ve missed being in your arms so much. This is just.. so much.”

Kurt’s throat closed up, but he cleared it. “Of course.”

As they lay there, listening to their heart beats and breathing slow, Kurt couldn’t help but notice the feeling of foreboding looming over him.