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It all started off innocently enough. It always does. Kurt was finally home for the summer and they really couldn’t keep their hands off each other. It was always difficult while they were in high school, but now that Kurt was an official adult and Blaine had graduated from high school, it should have been a lot easier to get together and have some alone time.

Summers weren’t Kurt’s favourite season of the year but he tolerated them. Mostly because it meant that he got to see Blaine shirtless a lot, which was always nice. Blaine had a body that he could stare at for the longest of times. He appreciated touching and enjoying Blaine’s body too.

Being away in another state for college had made both Kurt and Blaine really appreciate how much they not only missed each other but missed the physical side of their relationship, especially since they couldn’t really schedule make out sessions like they used to in Kurt’s senior year.

They finally, finally had an afternoon to themselves and Kurt was a little annoyed that the first thing Blaine suggested they do was snuggle on the couch and watch a movie. They had plenty of time for that later, he wanted to touch his boyfriend now and feel everything he had been missing since he had last seen Blaine.

“C’mon, Kurt,” Blaine said. “Just one little movie and then we can go up to your room and be together.”

“I don’t want to wait,” Kurt said petulantly. “I’ve been waiting for weeks. We’re here, we’re alone, and I’m pretty much throwing myself at you. The least you could do is pay a little less attention to the television and a little more to the problem that I’m having in my pants.”

“Wow,” Blaine said, licking his lips. “You really want it, don’t you?”

Kurt nodded. “I’ve been trying to say that for the last half an hour.” Kurt huffed and turned the television off, hoping that it would pull Blaine’s attention completely to him if he wasn’t distracted.

Kurt shifted a little closer to Blaine on the couch, feeling bold. “Since we’re alone, we don’t really have to move...”

“I suppose this would be as good a place as any,” Blaine agreed, turning his body so he was facing Kurt fully, only a few inches separating them.

Kurt flicked his gaze down to Blaine’s lips, subconsciously licking his own before leaning closer to kiss Blaine fully on the mouth.

Kurt exhaled a little as their lips slid together for more than the chaste kiss he had gotten when he first came home. Sure, it had only been technically a day since then, but he had wanted nothing more than for Blaine to pin him down on the nearest surface and fuck him senseless. It was torture to wait so long.

They continued their assault on each other’s mouths for a few minutes, finally able to taste each other again properly. Kurt could feel himself getting hard, and the need to feel Blaine’s body pressed even closer to him was starting to take over. He moved close enough to slip his fingers through Blaine’s belt loops and tugged hard, moving Blaine into his lap with a muffled yelp.

Kurt hooked his leg over Blaine’s own, making sure that Blaine was firmly on top of him. He thrust his hips upwards, hoping to create enough friction between them to get Blaine interested in what he really wanted.

Blaine pulled back from the kiss and let out a low groan, encouraging Kurt to wrap his arms around him tighter, pulling him impossibly close. Kurt brought his mouth to Blaine’s neck, trailing sloppy kisses up the side until he was at Blaine’s ear. He sucked on the lobe for a second before pulling back enough to whisper in Blaine’s ear, his warm breath causing Blaine’s body to shiver in his arms.

“I want you.”

Blaine nodded against his cheek, pressing kisses to wherever his lips could reach. Kurt’s hands went to the hem of Blaine’s polo shirt and tugged upwards, wanting it off and out of the way. Blaine pulled back enough for Kurt to take his shirt off and throw it to the floor, uncaring of where it landed.

Blaine’s hands went for the buttons on Kurt’s own shirt, undoing them one by one. Blaine’s lips moved with each button being opened, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down Kurt’s chest.

He thought he knew how much he had missed this, the contact with Blaine, but it wasn’t until he felt Blaine’s jean covered erection against his own thigh that he realised just how much.

Kurt’s eyes met Blaine’s, and the lust that he felt was almost overwhelming. Kurt quickly reached for Blaine’s belt, undoing it with clumsy fingers before unbuttoning Blaine’s jeans. The zipper got stuck half way down, causing Kurt to huff in annoyance, but once Blaine’s pants were completely undone he shoved a hand underneath the fabric of Blaine’s underwear and started stroking him.

Blaine’s groan rang loudly through the room and Kurt was thankful once more that they were alone.

The angle was awkward and his wrist was bent uncomfortably, but Kurt didn’t care. He missed the feeling of Blaine’s cock in his hand, and all he wanted at that moment was to make Blaine completely fall apart. Kurt leaned forward to run his tongue across Blaine’s collarbone, biting down at every spot he knew Blaine liked best. The noises that Blaine was making were driving him crazy, his own cock hard and aching inside his jeans.

“Kurt, so good,” Blaine whimpered.

Kurt increased the pace of his strokes, using the pre-come that was leaking from Blaine’s cock to make each thrust through his fist smoother.

“So close,” Blaine whispered against Kurt’s skin.

Kurt tightened his grip a little more, knowing just how Blaine liked it and Blaine grunted a moment later, coming all over his chest, panting heavily. Kurt couldn’t help the satisfied grin that crossed his face. Finally, he thought.

Kurt watched Blaine’s face as he lapped at his hand, cleaning it of Blaine’s come. Blaine’s dark eyes widened at the sight and he kissed Kurt hard, pushing down into Kurt a little more.

Kurt whined and fisted Blaine’s hair with his free hand, letting Blaine taste himself in his mouth. Blaine’s tongue moved against his own, thrusting in and out of his mouth.

Kurt didn’t know if he felt relief or was even more turned on when Blaine’s fingers finally closed around his own aching cock. He arched into Blaine’s touch, panting heavily.

“Please,” Kurt whispered. “Yes, more, just like that.”

Blaine doubled his effort, moving his hand faster and harder. Kurt was getting closer with each passing second, heat surging down his spine and pooling in the pit of his stomach. He was clutching at Blaine’s arms, gripping his biceps hard and getting even more turned on by the feeling of hard muscle beneath his fingers.

“Blaine, oh god.” Kurt was panting into Blaine’s skin, sweat already forming at his hairline.

Kurt was so wrapped up in everything that he was feeling that he didn’t even hear the front door opening.

“Hey - whoa!”

Kurt froze and forced himself to look up at his dad. Blaine’s hand had fallen still but his fingers were still firmly wrapped around him. He chanced a glance up at his dad and hoped that he hadn’t given him another heart attack.

“I’ll just go,” Burt said gruffly, leaving them both exactly as they were.

Kurt closed his eyes and dropped his head back, resting it on the couch. He noticed that Blaine hadn’t moved yet and opened one eye to make sure Blaine hadn’t had an aneurysm.

Blaine looked like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and barely breathing. As much as Kurt wanted to continue, seeing his father in the middle of an amazing hand job definitely killed the mood.

Kurt sighed and poked Blaine in the shoulder with a finger. “Move,” he said. “Please.”

Blaine’s hand left his dick and Kurt had to physically restrain himself from moaning. He still felt the deep ache of arousal in his chest but he knew there was no way they were going to finish with his dad in the other room.

Not only that but he was certain that his dad would want to talk to them about it as well. Kurt loved his dad, he really did, but that was just one awkward conversation he didn’t want to have.

“We should probably get dressed,” Kurt said, nudging Blaine again to get him to move off his lap. Blaine only nodded in response, apparently still in a state of shock.

They quickly cleaned themselves up, put their shirts back on and got their pants back in order. Kurt started to walk toward the kitchen, where his father was surely waiting. Blaine seemed to be rooted to the floor, causing Kurt to roll his eyes fondly at him.

“Are you coming?” Kurt asked.

“Maybe I should go?” Blaine said hesitantly. “I don’t want to make things worse for you.”

Kurt pursed his lips and nodded, realising that Blaine was right. He would have to deal with this himself the first time. It was going to be awkward enough without his dad seeing Blaine there too.

“I’ll walk you out,” Kurt said with a nod. He stopped at the front door and leaned in to kiss Blaine softly on the lips.

“Call me?” Blaine asked. “Just so I know he hasn’t killed you or banned me from the house?”

“That’s a little dramatic but I will,” Kurt agreed. He kissed Blaine once more before all but ushering him out.

Kurt sighed as he closed the front door and headed for the kitchen once again. He cleared his throat to let his dad know that he was there and Burt looked up. Kurt could feel his cheeks heating up immediately and he tore his gaze away from his dad’s own.

“Umm...” he mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Sit,” Burt said, pointing to the chair in front of him. Kurt quickly did what he was told.

“So, I see that things are still good with you and Blaine,” Burt started, clearly feeling just as awkward as Kurt was.

“Yes. We’re good,” Kurt replied, still not quite able to meet Burt’s eyes. “We were just, um, watching a movie, and, well, you know.”

“The TV wasn’t even on, Kurt,” Burt said. “I know what you two were up to. I wasn’t born yesterday.”

“Right,” Kurt nodded, not quite sure what he should say. ‘I’m sorry my boyfriend was jerking me off on your couch’ didn’t seem appropriate.

“Blaine wasn’t trying to take advantage of you, was he?” Burt asked, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. “I know you two have been together awhile, but that doesn’t mean that every time is a good time, you know what I mean?”

Kurt flushed. “Dad,” he spluttered. “No... He... I... No. He never pressures me. I was the one that wanted to-”

“I don’t need to hear the details, Kurt,” Burt interrupted.

Kurt fell silent again.

“Just...” Burt sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Be safe and... I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he paused, looking at Kurt. “Keep it in your bedroom, buddy. The living room is a family zone.”

Kurt blinked. Did his dad just...? No way. “Um, okay,” he mumbled in agreement. “Thanks?”

Burt nodded once. “Alright, get out of here now.”

Kurt hastily left the kitchen before his dad realised what he had just said and could call him back.

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