“You could help people make fire with that breath.” Kurt retorted with a laugh.

“Oh—oh c’mon I only had one beer!”

“Sure you did.” Kurt opened the door to the back seat and directed Blaine towards the seat.

“Hey, kiss me.” Blaine said, stepping a bit into Kurt. “Kiss me, kiss me, c’mon…”

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no.” Kurt asserted, wrapping his hands around Blaine’s arms and pushing him towards the door. “C’mon, you’re sitting in the back.”

“But--b-but…” Blaine half whined and half hiccupped, clinging to Kurt closer. “Do you wanna sit in the back with me?”

“No, I have to drive your drunk ass home. We have school tomorrow.”

“Can I at least get a kiss then?” Blaine’s speech slurred toward the end, leaned into his boyfriend a bit closer, lips barely parted. “Pretty please?” Kurt looked at his precious, albeit drunk boyfriend, batting his eyelashes and with soft, warm eyes. He couldn’t help himself: he leaned down to kiss him and everything quickly shifted. It was like a cup of cold water in Blaine’s face, he leaned into Kurt with his hands firm on his waist, tugging him closer. Kurt twirled his hands into Blaine’s hair, pulling him closer, as if it were possible. He pushed Blaine up against the car, their hips closer and more in synch than they’d ever been before, and God it felt so good. Blaine pushed back, his hips rolling quickly against Kurt’s, drawing a moan from both of them, Blaine’s following Kurt’s. Blaine went to kiss at his neck as the taller boy pulled back.

“Please. Kurt, please, just a bit more. I promise I’ll stop when you ask me to, just…God, please. I just want—I want you so bad and—please.” Kurt could feel the urgency on his breath and Blaine’s lips were gentle, placing light kisses on his neck: a soft, but firm please on his skin and in the fingers that Blaine had on the small of his back. He didn’t persist any further, just moved his hands to his boyfriend’s waist and let his lips linger on the curve of his neck. Kurt could feel his heart pounding out of his chest and swallowed his breath to pause, considering the options. He trusts Blaine to be respectful, just like he’s always been, and God, he wants to try to go a bit further, he wants to feel everything single part of his boyfriend; he presses his hips a bit harder against Blaine’s and keeps them there.

“What do you want?” Kurt teased just as he bit gently at the nape of Blaine’s neck, which earned him a surprised gasp that left him absolutely breathless. “C’mon, sweetie, tell me. What would you like ‘a bit more’ to entail?” Blaine began sucking gently at Kurt’s neck, biting gently, careful not to leave any marks.

“Oh my—Blaaaaine.” Kurt struggled to breath and even stay on his feet, almost falling over. Thankfully, Blaine gripped the small of Kurt’s back harder, pulling him closer; in response, Kurt pulled him from the side of the car and pushed him closer to the open door. They broke apart long enough to situate themselves across the seats and quickly got back to it, Kurt on top and straddling Blaine’s thighs, pressing his hips in while he sucked into the nape of Blaine’s neck, one hand on the seat to keep him in place and the other tugging on his boyfriend’s hair, getting the curls out of their gel-helmet. Blaine could barely register anything except how great this felt to have his incredibly sexy boyfriend on top of him and his heart beat right there. He rolled his hips up desperately, and Kurt just pressed down harder, and pulled a hand down to the hem of Blaine’s vest.

“Don’t do you think we’re wearing a bit too much for this?” Blaine couldn’t do anything but nod in response and helped him pull his vest over his head, discarding it in the trunk.

“Would you mind if I unbuttoned you a bit?” Blaine asked, breathless and desperate, hands shaking on the front of Kurt’s shoulders.

“Only if I can do the same for you.” Kurt pressed a kiss on Blaine’s cheek while his mouth curved into a smile. He left his head there, softly on Blaine’s while he reached for his shirt, and Blaine did the same, except he only got down about four buttons, just past Kurt’s chest when he felt soft long fingers resting on the sides of his ribs draw themselves up, causing his brain to short-circuit and letting out a loud, long moan, rolling his head back and pushing his hips up.

“Oh—oh, Kuuurt. Please, please more. I—I need more. You feel so good, please.” Blaine was barely there, mentally, with most of the blood that should be in his brain in his cock. His breaths were quick and short, cut with moans every time Kurt shifted above him.

“Would you mind if more was more with my mouth than my hands?” Kurt offered with a devilish grin, quite pleased with himself and the way Blaine was going absolutely crazy under him. “C’mon, sit still for a second.” Blaine steadied himself despite his runaway heartbeat and waited as Kurt shifted back. He lowered himself back down onto Blaine’s torso, kissed Blaine’s collarbone, and worked down from there until he reached his nipple. He started with quick, soft kisses, intermittent with nibbles and bites. When he started sucking and pulling gently with his teeth, Blaine shook underneath him, hands in Kurt’s hair, careful not to pull, but firm and wild with horniness.

“Oh my God. Kurt. K-kuuuurt. That’s—God, Kurt.” Kurt’s quite proud of his work, rendering Blaine absolutely speechless and thoughtless. He slowed down, pulling away gradually and shifting himself up to press a final kiss on Blaine’s lips, while the boy under him still struggled to form coherent thoughts. He slotted himself against the side of Blaine and rested a hand on his tummy. Blaine automatically pulled his arms around Kurt and kissed him on the top of his head, despite his lack of ability to breathe. They laid like that while their pulses evened out and Blaine’s smile just kept getting warmer and wider; Kurt knew it, even if he couldn’t see it.

“Hey Blaine.”
“Yes.”
“Whatcha thinking about?”
“I’m thinking about how I have the best boyfriend in the history of boyfriends and plotting how I intend to repay you for this. Because that was—very unexpected but also absolutely fantastic and mind-blowing and—“ Blaine had run out of breath at this point and had to let his brain and moth catch up with each other. “What—what is the best boyfriend in the history of boyfriends thinking about?”

“I’m just thinking about how much I love you and how excited I am to get you back to your house so we can continue.”

“Can we finish cuddling first?”
“Of course we can: cuddling’s always the priority.”
“ I love you so much.” Blaine pressed another kiss into the top of Kurt’s head, and Kurt sank deeper into Blaine’s side. They sit in silence for a few minutes, content, despite both of their half-erections. It’s comfortable and warm and intimate, and exactly what they need.

“Kurt?” Blaine asks.
“Yes.” Kurt responds, in a dazed, dream-like state.
“You said you want to go back to my house and continue.”
“That I did.”
“What--,” Blaine’s actually nervous about this, which he never expected to be because he’s always been the one of them more comfortable talking about sex. “What does continuing entail, exactly?” Kurt thinks about this for a moment. He wants more, but he’s not sure what more means yet.

“I don’t know…what were you thinking?”
“I—I don’t know that I want to actually have sex, like, tonight. I don’t--I don't think I'm ready.”
“Okay. Is there anything else?” Kurt’s curious, because between the two of them, he expected it to be him who actually set any parameters as far as sex went.
“I think I don’t want to do anything that involves actually taking off underwear.” Blaine pauses, thinking about what he’s said. “Does—does that sound okay?”
“Of course.” Kurt responds. “I want you to be comfortable. So I can be comfortable.” Blaine laughs, and Kurt shifts himself up to kiss him, drawing Blaine’s lower lip out between his teeth gently and letting go with a smile. “So…your house?”
“Let’s go.”