"Oh, God, Blaine!" Kurt moaned, gripping onto the seat in front of him, forcing himself to keep from digging his nails in. "There! Right there! Nnggh!"

Kurt let out a frustrated groan as Blaine missed the spot where Kurt desperately wanted him again and again.

"I know where you need me, darling." Blaine smirked. He gripped Kurt's hips as Kurt bounced up and down smoothly in Blaine's lap, Kurt's tight heat surrounding Blaine's cock. "I just don't want you to come yet. I'm enjoying this way too much."

Kurt scratched at the seats, at Blaine's jeans, even his own skin, his body coiled like a spring ready to burst, while his ass of a boyfriend took his sweet time fucking him, prolonging his own release, torturing Kurt for fun. Every time Kurt reached for his own neglected cock, Blaine slapped his hand away until Kurt was whining like a child.

"Damn it, Blaine!" Kurt screamed. "Let me cum."

Once they drove the Mustang out of the city and started up the mountainside, Kurt opened her up. When the engine growled like a panther and the car shot off, Kurt was essentially done. With a V8 engine rumbling under his command and a gorgeous man by his side, he was hard and wanting. He pulled the car over at their private ledge and dragged Blaine into the back seat. He tore off his own clothes in seconds and only managed to unzip Blaine's jeans and pull them and his underwear down just below his ass.

Kurt imagined that every time he had sex with Blaine, it would be like the first time - making love soft and slow, coveting and cherishing each other. As soon as the cool air touched his skin and he was out on the open road, all thoughts of romantic love making were replaced with now, fast, and hard.

Which is how he got here, completely naked, and at Blaine's mercy, being worked in the backseat of a beautiful car by this sexy as fuck man.

And Blaine wouldn't let him cum.

Blaine loved the look of his boyfriend, naked and vulnerable, shivering under his touch, trembling with every brush of his leather jacket against Kurt's overheated skin. Blaine wanted to cum. The sounds Kurt made alone would have been enough to tip Blaine over the edge. And the cursing...God, the cursing. Hearing Kurt's angelic voice spout off every four letter word in the book made Blaine's blood boil.

Blaine was more than willing to stave off his own orgasm, prolong his own pleasure to the point of almost painful oversensitivity, just to listen to Kurt moan shamelessly and curse like a sailor. Blaine ran his nails down Kurt's chest, delighting when Kurt arched his back, changing the angle that Blaine entered his body. Blaine kissed Kurt's back, nipping at the skin on his shoulders. He continued to run his nails along the inside of Kurt's thighs.

Kurt whimpered, begging Blaine with grunts and moans to put him out of his misery.

"Blaaiinne!" Kurt rolled his head from side to side on his neck, his hands gripping harder at the seat back in front of him.

Blaine's lips quivered. He was so close, he didn't have the will to fight it anymore.

"I-I'll let you c-cum...if you curse for me some more," Blaine moaned.

"Oh God," Kurt groaned, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. "Fuck me, Blaine! Holy shit! Fuckmefuckmefuckme..."

Kurt continued with his string of obscenities as he quickened his pace on Blaine's cock. Blaine matched his rhythm, pounding up into that special spot that made Kurt scream. He grabbed Kurt's cock, pumping it like mad as he felt Kurt's legs start to give out.

"Yes, Blaine!" Kurt yelled. "Yes! Right there! Yes!" Kurt chanted over and over with abandon until his voice went hoarse. He continued to mouth the words, even when no sound came out. Blaine felt Kurt stutter against him, felt him spill warm over his fist. Blaine held Kurt tight against him as he felt his own orgasm rip through him. He sank his teeth into Kurt's shoulder, expecting Kurt to shout out at the sudden pain, groaning in ecstasy when he heard Kurt moan instead.

Kurt panted, his heart racing as he felt himself return to earth. His head spun, and he suddenly felt himself shiver almost violently. Wrapped up in his little fantasy world with Blaine, he didn't realize just how cold it was. Blaine pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around Kurt. He held Kurt against him, trying to cover every inch of skin he could his warmth.

"Well," Kurt said between pants. "That was dirtier than I had planned."

"Yeah," Blaine agreed. "But at least you know your shocks are good."

Kurt barked out a laugh. Then he grimaced, and groaned, burying his face into Blaine's shoulder.

"What is it?" Blaine asked, suddenly worried.

"Nothing...I just...I started to wonder if my folks ever had sex back here."

Blaine went wide-eyed.

"Oh God, no!" Blaine groaned, laughing into Kurt's skin. "If you ever want to have sex with me in this car again, please never say that."

"Agreed," Kurt said, grabbing for his clothes.

Blaine kissed Kurt urgently, hungrily.

"God, I missed this today," Blaine whispered against Kurt's skin. "I missed kissing you like this." Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck while Blaine's hands traveled to Kurt's ass.

“Blaine," Kurt moaned as Blaine rutted against him, feeling his erection through his tight, tight jeans. "We just saw each other at school."

"Yeah," Blaine bit Kurt's lower lip, sending sparks crackling along Kurt's skin. "But we can't kiss like this at school...without getting detention, that is. When can we leave and go to my place?"

Blaine spent his nights with the Hummels, but Kurt and Blaine spent their afternoons worshipping each other in Blaine's bed. It had become a habit for them to be all over each other every chance they got.

"Mmm...when Mark comes back from his break…" Kurt hummed happily as Blaine squeezed his ass, "then we can go."

"Well, where the fuck is he?" Blaine latched on to Kurt's neck and sucked a deep red mark right where Kurt's overalls would cover it. "I'm not sure I can wait too much longer to have you."

"Blaine?" Kurt asked coyly. "Do you intend on taking me, right here in my father's office?"

Blaine scrunched his nose.

"You had me until you mentioned your father."

Kurt's light laughter tickled Blaine's ear.

Kurt was really beginning to enjoy his life. He still counted the days until he left Ohio for New York, but Lima didn’t seem like the prison he originally thought it was. He only worked part time at the shop now. He decided to join the Glee Club, using his audition as an opportunity to try out his NYADA audition piece.

He received a standing ovation and rave reviews.

Blaine even convinced him to join the Secret Society of Superheroes Club. Kurt's superhero persona was The Iron Mechanic. Blaine had mentioned that despite the silly costumes, the club was heavily involved in local charitable works – collecting canned foods for homeless shelters and visiting children at the hospital. He thought all of these might look good on Kurt’s NYADA application

Kurt suspected Blaine just liked seeing him walk around in the halls of McKinley one day a week wearing gunmetal grey Spandex.

They hadn't heard from the Dalton Crew, except for Jeff, who kept in touch, and even stopped by with Nick a couple of times. It seemed that life had finally had enough of messing with them, and decided to leave them in peace.

"Well, then..." Kurt bit Blaine's lip, sending out sparks of his own. Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt's ass, lifting Kurt up against him. "I..."

A loud crash shattered the mood, as did the sound of tires squealing away. For a second, Kurt thought that Mark might have crashed a customer’s car trying to pull it into the shop.

Kurt had always suspected that Mark threw back some vodka shots during his breaks.

Not really, of course, but Kurt still hadn’t completely forgiven him.

"What the fuck..."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and they raced from the office out to the garage bay. Glass from the shattered front door lay all over the floor. Underneath one of the lifts, Blaine saw a brick. Kurt could see a white piece of paper wrapped around it with a rubber band keeping it in place. Blaine picked the paper off carefully and opened it. His eyes darkening as he read it.

"What does it say?" Kurt asked anxiously. Blaine turned the note toward Kurt so he could read it. Kurt's blue eyes flashed with shock. In big block letters were written the ominous words, 'This isn't over.'