"Kurt, why exactly did we take this road again?"

"It's scenic, Blaine! I got tired of taking the interstate," Kurt repeated for the third time since he and Blaine had left Lima to go to Westerville. They were planning on visiting the Warblers for a while then they were having a movie night with the glee club at his house.

"It's gonna take like thirty more minutes to get there now," Blaine whined and slipped his pink shades down from where they rested on top of his hair.

"Stop bitching. We'll get there."

Blaine looked over at Kurt and gave him a look. It was intended to be a bitch glare, but seeing Kurt's hair tousled by the wind coming from the open window and seeing how Kurt rested his elbow up on the door, his fingers lacing in his hair and neck tilted and exposed, he couldn't even remember why he was supposed to be giving him a bitch glare in the first place.

"Can I help you?" Kurt looked over, smirking.

"Your neck just looks really good right now," Blaine tilted his head, observing.

"Um...thanks?" Kurt laughed. His breath caught momentarily mid laugh when Blaine's hand rested high on his thigh.

"No...it looks really good," he leaned over and began mouthing gently on the spot just below Kurt's jaw, feeling the slight scruff on his lips and tongue.

"S-shit, Blaine, I'm driving."

"I see that," he chuckled against the skin above his collar bone. "You just do what you're doing and I'll do what I'm doing."

Kurt groaned and gripped the wheel as tight as he could, his knuckles whitening as Blaine's teeth dug into his collar.

"Mmm, you taste so good," Blaine mumbled as he moved down Kurt's shoulder, pulling away the collar of Kurt's shirt to reach it. Kurt was trying desperately to keep his eyes open and on the road, but Blaine's other hand was squeezing his thigh and moving slowly upward.

"I'm seriously gonna crash this car if you don't cut it out."

"You'll be alright," Blaine moved back up, tonguing at the purple mark he had left at the base of Kurt's neck.

"How the hell will I explain that if we do, huh? 'Sorry, Officer, my boyfriend was trying to give me road head and I was so overcome by this talented mouth that I drove into a fence'?"

"Road head, huh?" Blaine smiled against Kurt's ear. "I can do that."

"Blaine, don't you dare-"

Blaine cupped Kurt through his jeans, squeezing gently as he bit down on his earlobe. Kurt moaned and fought the urge to throw his head back. The road they were on was not deserted, but it was sparse and there had been several dirt roads on each side. He was almost determined to pull over and teach his boyfriend a lesson.

Blaine reached a hand up and unbuttoned Kurt's jeans quickly and slid down the zipper. "Lift up a little, babe."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Kurt breathed.

"Just do it."

Kurt rolled his eyes and sat up a little, accelerating a little bit as Blaine quickly pulled his jeans down mid thigh then forced his hips back down and started lapping at the head of Kurt's cock through the slit in his boxers.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," Kurt swerved a little bit. "God, I'm gonna run off the road."

"Then by all means, sweetheart, pull over." Blaine said against his thigh before taking Kurt to the back of his throat. Kurt cried out and bucked forward into the warmth. He had to find a place to stop or he was going to die. A narrow dirt road appeared around a corner and he veered onto it, hitting a bump and sending Blaine even farther onto him.

"Goddamnit," Kurt groaned and found a small spot off the road and pulled over.

"Come here, you," Kurt pulled Blaine off of him and up for a heated kiss of dominance. Kurt plunged his tongue inside Blaine's mouth, tasting precome and coffee on his breath. Blaine whimpered and started tearing at the buttons on Kurt's shirt.

"This...off," Blaine growled. Kurt couldn't help but laugh and started helping him.

"Desperate, aren't we?"

"Just fuck me," Blaine ripped his own shirt off over his head and got out to go to the back seat. After letting down the back seats, he climbed in and pulled Kurt over the driver's seat and into his lap. The heat of the day mixed with their lust caused sweat to rise over their bodies, causing wonderful friction as Kurt unbuttoned Blaine's jeans and yanked them off before straddling him and thrusting his hips forward.

"Kurt, fuck me," Blaine moaned as his now exposed erection slid against Kurt's.

"It'll have to be quick- we are on a road."

"I don't care, baby, just do it," Blaine tugged at Kurt's boxers to get them and his jeans around his ankles. Kurt crawled up on his knees and pushed Blaine on all fours into the console in the front, pulling Blaine's jeans down quickly. Kurt leaned down and licked from Blaine's perineum up over his hole, stopping there to run his tongue along the rim.

"Oh, fuck," Blaine buried his head into the crook of his elbow. Kurt let out a sensual laugh and dove in, hardening his tongue and lapping.

"God, Kurt, you're killing me! Please!"

"I know...I love hearing you beg for it," Kurt leaned up straight and lined himself up with Blaine. Both had become accustomed to the initial stretch and thrived on it, so when Kurt pushed in, dry with little preparation, Blaine howled and gripped the edge of the driver's seat.

"Jesus, how are you still so fucking tight?" Kurt grabbed the headrest of the driver's seat and Blaine's right hip, slowly pressing in.

"Less talking, more fucking," Blaine growled through gritted teeth. Kurt loved Blaine desperate and needed no further inclination. Kurt buried deep inside then snapped his hips back in a quick, hard rhythm. Blaine was a whining mess.

"God, harder, please, baby!"

Kurt grabbed Blaine's shoulder, pulling him up against his chest. He pounded into the shorter boy, letting go of the seat so he could tug Blaine's head back by the back of his hair and lick and bite at his neck. Blaine cried out in ecstasy as Kurt slammed into his prostate.

"That all you got, baby?" Blaine panted, a smirk growing on his face. Kurt hated being challenged by his boyfriend- whether it be solos or sex.

"Fine...you want it rough, I'll give you rough," Kurt grunted into Blaine's ear and slammed him back down against the console, never relinquishing his grip on Blaine's hair. Kurt thrusted faster and harder than he could ever remember doing, using his free hand to grab the headrest again for more leverage. Blaine sounded like a slut and he knew it, but his whimpers and commands only drove Kurt on, the SUV rocking harshly with their movements. Both boys were sweaty and heated and the smell of sex suffocated them.

Kurt pulled out and grabbed by the hip, pulling him around to lie on top of Kurt. Their lips crashed together roughly, bruising with the force of their kiss.

"Ride me," Kurt said gruffly against Blaine's mouth. Blaine groaned and reached around to line Kurt up, sinking down on him quickly. Kurt didn't waste any time- He planted his feet flat on the back of the seats that were folded down and lifted his hips, impaling Blaine on him and thrusting up quickly.

"Oh god, Kurt!" Blaine threw his head back, reaching for the passenger head rest for support as Kurt fucked him roughly. The top of his head was almost pounding into the roof of the car, but he couldn't think straight enough to really care. This angle and this depth was destroying any and all coherent thoughts he had.

"That's right, Blaine, say my name," Kurt's voice was deep and rough.

"Ungh, Kurt!"

"You're mine, aren't you?"

"A-all yours, baby!" Blaine gripped his cock, pumping furiously as his orgasm hit.

"Come, Blaine, I'm still going," Kurt squeezed Blaine's hips. Blaine let out a loud cry mixed with swears and mixtures of Kurt's name as he came hard, shooting his chest, hand and even a bit of the fabric covering the roof of the car. Kurt rested his hips on the seat and rolled them, lying Blaine on his back and pulling his legs up over his shoulder. Blaine barely registered this happening until Kurt slammed into his oversensitive prostate. His cock twitched painfully as Kurt kept fucking him, his hands sliding down Blaine's thighs, up his stomach and over his arms, gripping his hands tightly and holding them down.

"You look so wrecked, baby," Kurt panted, their lips inches from each other. Blaine groaned as he half-hard erection filled with blood again, making everything so much more...more. "You wanna come again?"

"W-with you," Blaine managed to get out through the keening. He linked his ankles behind Kurt's back and pulled him closer, their chests flush together, sweat causing them to slide effortlessly together. Blaine's cock was trapped between the heat of their bodies and the pleasure was almost unbearable.

"I wanna cum on you, Blaine," Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine's. "Can I?"

"God, yes," Blaine whined, sliding his hand between them and gripping his cock again. He was already seeing white spots in his eyes.

"Where?"

"O-on my face, baby!"

Kurt quickly pulled out and moved up and straddled Blaine's chest, pumping twice before throwing his head back and his hand up to the roof, digging his nails into the fabric as he came over Blaine chin, mouth, cheek, and brow. Blaine released over Kurt's ass and lower back as the hot cum hit his skin. Blaine went fuzzy for a moment after his second intense orgasm and came around to Kurt lapping at his lips, licking the cum off his face. Blaine reached a boneless hand up and grabbed Kurt's sweaty hair, pulling his mouth back toward him for a hot, sloppy kiss. Kurt slid off of Blaine and fell on his side next to him.

"Shit," Blaine panted, scooping the rest of the cum onto his fingers and lapping it up. Kurt moaned and moved to find the napkins he kept in his glove compartment.

After a moment, Blaine sat up slowly and made Kurt lay on his stomach. After a few swipes of his tongue over Kurt's ass and back, he wiped up the rest and kissed up Kurt's spine, his rough hands following the trail back down and resting on the firm round cheeks.

"God...you may have just destroyed the rest of the brain cells I had," Blaine slumped back, his breathing starting to return to normal.

"Hey, you set forth a challenge, Kurt Hummel will meet it," Kurt smirked, moving to prop up on his elbows.

"Success," Blaine gave him a lazy thumbs up.

Kurt giggled and kissed Blaine's nose. "We should really go now. We are on the side of the road."

Blaine laughed and pulled his pants and underwear back on. Kurt pulled his back up from his ankles and buttoned his shirt back up. Blaine crawled into the front seat shirtless.

"You know I won't be able to concentrate on the road with you sitting there shirtless," Kurt moved back to the driver's seat.

"Hot," Blaine mumbled, adjusting the icy air conditioning toward him.

"You asked for it," Kurt smirked and pulled out of the spot where they were parked, making a U-turn and heading back to the main road. "God, we smell like sex."

"The Warblers are gonna rag so hard on us. I think they would expect it anyway, judging by their little viewing party a few weeks ago."

Kurt laughed. "We'll just have to deal with that when we get there."