"Hello?"

"Hi there, Angel" Blaine almost whispered into the phone "Are you-How are you?"

There was a long silence on the other side and then, a heavy sigh. "I'm okay, I guess. I'm sorry I ran away today, you know? It seems like each time we fuck I end up running away for some reason or falling asleep" he giggled. "How are you? I'm sorry I ruined your surprise"

Blaine let his head rest back on the headboard. "You're apologizing for such silly things, Angel. You-you needed to be alone. Yeah, I totally would rather if I was with you, but I understood that you needed some time for you. And besides, you totally didn't ruin my surprise. You just gave it an... Uhm, interesting turn. And you seemed to like having me tied up." He paused "Which made me think... Did you do it because you didn't want me to touch you?"

Once again, Kurt kept quiet for long seconds in which Blaine held his breath. "It wasn't that I didn't want you to touch me. I just wanted to be in control. That's it. Please don't keep asking."

Blaine wanted to rip something apart. Maybe a few hours running or punching his box bag would make that feel go away and he would relieve some tension.

"It's okay, Angel. Are you sure there's nothing I can do to help? I would beat up whoever you want me to. Except girls. I don't hit girls, but I have some badass girlfriends who totally would."

"No, Blaine. Everything is alright and you, or your friends,won'tpunch anyone."

Kurt said hewouldn't punch anyone, not that hedidn't want him to punch someone. That was a big difference for Blaine.

But Kurt kept treating him distantly and Blaine really needed to punch something. He didn't have that magic power his lover had tocookhis problems out; he needed topunchorrunhis problems out; more like punch than run.

"Fine, okay. I have to go, Kurt. See ya' tomorrow at school"

"Blaine, are you angry? Blaine wai..."

Even when he could still heard Kurt talking, he didn't understand what he was saying, 'cause he was turning off the phone and throwing it away. Not even caring if it hit something or broke.

He put on a pair of running shorts, over the boxers he'd been sitting in, and wrapped his hands before going to the little room he'd converted into his own little gym; which actually just had his boxing bag, a yoga carpet he used for stretching , an ab bench and a hand weight set.

Every punch felt like a new breath. He hadn't had realized until now how much he needed to release some tension. Usually, he would fuck someone senseless and then rest for like, two days in a row. But even if he fucked Kurt a little hard, he wasn't going to fuck himthathard. And he wasn't going to fuck someone else when hewaswith Kurt.

And there was a new problem.

But Kurt wasn't actually his boyfriend, so it wouldn't be cheating, he thought.

And he didn't know what bothered him the most. The idea of cheating on his Angel... or the fact that he couldn't cheat on Kurt because they weren't even dating. It was just a bet. A stupid bet he sometimes regretted making.

It was obvious that the trouble of it all was that he was falling hard for his former tutor, whom seemed to have no trouble at all remembering that it was just a bet and that they were just fucking... no feelings attached. And what was really bothering him was that he was expecting Kurt to treat him like he was his boyfriend; tell him when something happened, kiss him in the hallways while not caring about the other people, let Blaine protect him and tell his father and best friend about him.

But Kurt was doing the right thing not telling him what happened and being distant, only coming to his house to fuck. Because Kurt didn't like him like that or care about him. So, if he told Blaine about his problems and waited for him to help out, Blaine would get the wrong impression and believe that the pale boy returned his kind-of feelings.

Half an hour after he started punching the bag he had decided to tell Kurt the deal was over. He didn't care about the stupid bet and he definitely didn't want to fall in love with a guy who wouldn't ever look at him that way. 'Cause, let's face it: Kurt was way too good for him.

Of course, he wasn't going to say that to the blue eyed boy. He'd have to be meaner and tell him something like the sex already bored him; which he didn't think that would matter that much to Kurt. But if he told Kurt how he felt and why he wanted to end their... whatever it was, he was sure that Kurt would take pity on him; and maybe even try to convince him to see out the weekend or something completely ridiculous but totally kind that would make Blaine both want to punch him and fall for him a little more.

Yeah, probably it would hurt Kurt a little 'cause no one wants to hear that someone got tired of having sex with them, even if it was just for a bet. But Kurt was a gorgeous guy, he would surely get tons of sexy guys who would want to date him and have sex with him; and then he would forget about Blaine and his first time.

And then was when he stopped.

He actually felt sick at the idea of Kurt being with another guy; Kurt forgetting about him. And he would be an actual idiot to let that happen and just feel bad for himself 'cause the pale guy was way too good for him and he could never love him. He had to enjoy the last days he had with Kurt, savour whatever Kurt wanted to give him, even if it was just sex. He had just to be careful and not look at him with lovey-dovey eyes or call him pet names or snuggle him after sex. It had to be just sex...amazing sex.

By the time he finished it was already half past two in the morning. So he decided it would be stupid trying to sleep and had a bath, before spending the following hours getting homework done and studying for the next exams; even if they were weeks away, he had to kept his mind focused on something.

A little more than an hour before he had to go to school, he dressed up and went to his favorite coffee shop; getting himself a complete breakfast and an extra coffee to take with him.

He walked into school looking again like the bad guy he was and not some silly lovesick puppy.

"Hey, Blaine. Hey! Wait!"

Yeah, that was exactly what he wanted. He had avoided Kurt the whole morning, even skipping the classes they had together or talking with Puckerman or one of the Cheerios when the pale guy was in the same hallway.

At least now he could prove that people were right when they say that you have to ignore someone to get them to pay attention to you.

He turned around like he was surprised, like he hadn't seen Kurt there when he walked past him.

"Oh, hiKurt! I didn't see you there" he said with feigned surprised.

Very subtle, Anderson.

"Oh, that's kind of weird 'cause you almost pushed me. But, it's okay. I tend to walk around thinking about clothes and music and I'm not aware of the world; so, I understand. "

He considered telling him that he wasn't distracted, he just hadn't seen him. But that would have been way too rough, so he just shrugged.

"So, uhm. Hi!" Kurt said a little bit too loud, he seemed uncomfortable "How... uh, was your day?"

Blaine arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms along his chest.

"Great. Yours?"

"Uhm, it was... okay. I-I didn't see you in class." He brushed a nonexistent lock of hair off of his temple. "Did you feel sick or something?"

Oh, he was worried. How cute.

He felt a little angry. How was it okay that Kurt could be worried about him, but he couldn't be worried about the blue eyed boy? It was not fair.

"No, I didn't feel like going to class."

Kurt seemed even worried now; his fingers tangling and untangling in front of him and his bottom lip in between his little sharp teeth.

"Oh. B-Blaine?" he looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"Yes?"

"Are you- Are you angry at me? 'Cause, you're acting a little odd."

"No, I'm not. Why would I be angry at you?" He tried to sound indifferent, but the big blue eyes were already affecting him and making him want to hug him and tell him that everything was going to be okay and that he would protect him... even from himself.

"Because of yesterday's phone call and today you've been avoiding me. Are you trying to break u... I mean, finish with the bet?"

Break up? Did Kurt said or almost saidbreak up?

Blaine felt how his chest expanded and the corner of his lips wanted to curl in a smile. But he pushed those feelings aside, probably Kurt just didn't know how to say that Blaine wanted to put an end to the bet; andbreak upwas one of the best ways to say it. Not that the former tutor meant that they were dating and Blaine wanted to end the relationship. 'Cause there wasn't any relationship, Kurt let him fuck him because of a bet. That was it. He didn't have to read into things.

"I wasn't avoiding you, Kurt. I told you I just didn't feel like going to class. It happens often, I'm sure you've noticed in the past that I don't always show up. On the other hand, no. I'm not putting an end to this." He couldn't refer to their relationship as a bet. Even if it that was what it was. "And what about yesterday's phone call, Kurt? Seemed pretty normal to me." He shrugged.

"I know you are angry, Blaine. Don't lie to me. You were angry yesterday when I didn't want to talk about what happened... Didn't happen, actually," he corrected automatically ",and then you said you had to go and now you won't even look at me. I don't think my boots are that interesting to look at. And I know you're angry 'cause you're calling meKurt. You never call meKurt,Hummelmaybe; butKurt? Never."

"It's your fucking name,Kurt! Is what everyone calls you. I don't see you screaming at everyone because they call you by your name. Get over it, I'm not fucking angry and I didn't avoid you; I just didn't feel like going to class. The only reason what I'm here is so I can take you to my place. But now I'm not so sure I want to if you're going to get all paranoid and take your PMT out on me!" He snapped, regretting it as soon as the words left his mouth "No, no, I didn't mean that, Kurt. I'm sorry." He took the pale hand on his "I just... I didn't mean it like that, you know right? It's just something I say when someone is getting angry at me, it's not because of your... uhm, situation. God, I'm such an asshole."

Letting go of Kurt's hand, he knocked his head against the wall. He did feel like a real asshole.

"Hey, it's okay, baby" Kurt whispered as he soothed his cheek with his hand "We all say stupid things that sometimes may hurt someone. But I didn't take it personally. I know I was getting paranoid. If you say you're not angry, then I believe you. Now, would you mind taking me to your house to have a nice weekend full of great sex?"

It wasn't that he had forgotten about the day before with Kurt getting lost and then refusing to talk about what had happened, but he still felt like an idiot for making that comment about the PMT and he really wanted to make it up for Kurt. It didn't mean that he was going to call him Angel again or hold him close and act all lovey-dovey. And besides, it seemed like the more he tried to act indifferent towards Kurt, the more that the blue eyed boy tried to get closer to him; making it really difficult for him to keep his façade up.

But as soon as they got into his bedroom, Kurt started acting all nervous and distant again; hugging himself by the waist and biting hard on his lower lip.

"Kurt?" The guy looked at him with doe eyes. "You trust me, don't you?" He received a shy nod. "Then, would you let me tie you to my bed this time?"

He waited a few seconds as Kurt bit harder on his lip and looked down; surely trying to think what was he going to do. Finally, the blue eyes found his and Blaine saw how Kurt's head moved in a tiny nod. Smiling softly, he extended his hand towards Kurt, closing his fingers around the boy's long ones and pulled him into his arms.

He thought that he would be already bored with kissing Kurt by now, but it was far from it, the more than he kissed his lover, the more than he needed to keep kissing him. He wasn't one for kissing before Kurt. Yeah, it was fun. But it felt way more intimate than fucking (no matter how silly it sounded) and he didn't like kissing random guys. But he never had trouble with kissing his beautiful angel.

Undressing him slowly, he made sure to caress every inch of skin as he slid the clothes off of the slim body. A possessive groan attempted to leave his throat when, shadowing all the marks he had previously left on the pale skin, he saw two dark bite marks on the side of Kurt's neck. The skin was red and swollen, it seemed like it had bled... And he'd never bitten Kurt that hard. He reached out with his hand to touch the horrible marks, but Kurt batted his hand away and glared at him.

"Later" Blaine almost spat.

A little reluctantly, Kurt nodded.

Instead of continuing to kiss him, Blaine pointed to the bed with his chin, waiting until Kurt was already laid out with his legs slightly parted and his hands above his head to crawl beside him. He sat with his legs crossed, like he was doing yoga. Blaine's jeans, the only clothing remaining on his body, were undone and hanging low on his hips. One of his hands was in between Kurt's legs; the other, tracing forms across the soft skin of Kurt's broad pale chest, scraping with his nails on the flat belly. He could feel the sharp breath Kurt took and see how he was biting his bottom lip but the guy remained silent, with his eyes closed and his hands closed in tight little fists.

He pinched one of the rosy nipples, his eyes fixed on Kurt's face, waiting for him to do something. And he did: he bit even harder on his lip.

"Stop." He freed the swollen lip with his thumb from between the sharp teeth. "You're going to make yourself bleed."

The blue eyes shot open, looking straight at his. "I won't bit my lip off if you stop teasing me."

Chuckling, Blaine scratched the lower belly once more before turning around and search in his nightstand "Handcuffs or silk scarves?" he showed the items to Kurt.

"Scarves"

Putting the neglected item back on the drawer, he smirked. If Kurt thought that caressing his belly was teasing, he wasn't ready for what Blaine was going to do to him next.

He tied Kurt's both hands to the bed's headboard and tried pulling them to prove they were securely tied. "Are you comfortable?" The pale guy gave him a little nod; which Blaine retuned as he crawled in reverse until he could kneel between his legs, sliding his fingertips on the inner sensitive side of his pale arms.

He liked the way the body under him shivered and how the little hairs on the silky skin rose up at the soft touch of his fingertips.

Settling between the long legs, he took each one with his hands to start massaging from the calves to the back of his thighs, pressing hard with his fingers and making Kurt bite his lips hard to muffle his moans.

He didn't want the pale guy to stay quiet and lie still. He wanted Kurt to show how much he liked what Blaine was doing to him. It seemed like he wasn't even there with his eyes closed and swallowing back all the beautiful sounds he usually made.

"Kurt, look at me" he whispered, looking straight at his face until the blue eyes looked back at him "I want you to be loud, okay? Stop holding back, I hate it. I don't know if I'm mak... fucking a person or a freaking doll."

The former tutor nodded, releasing his lip from between his teeth but closing his eyes again.

"Eyes open, Kurt. I want to make sure you know who's making you moan"

He saw how the boy's cheeks turned from pale to burning red, but the already dark blue eyes stayed fixed on his.

Before starting again he reached up with one hand to wipe off a single drop of blood that had come out of the lower lip, cleaning it on the leg of his own jeans. Then he lifted one of the long legs to his shoulder, so he had a better access. His lips traced almost the same line that is hands had a few minutes before. He spent long minutes sucking and biting on the soft skin of his inner thigh, loving how it trembled under his mouth and still marveling how simple it was to mark Kurt's skin. As he gave the left leg the same treatment, Blaine chuckled when Kurt wrapped the other newly hickey covered leg around his neck to pull him close.

He took both legs again and lowered them until it were wrapped around his waist, before falling onto his hands and knees and nuzzling onto his Angel's neck; making sure it was the opposite side of the one who had those nasty bite marks.

Leaving a soft kiss on the creamy shoulder, he took one of the vibrators of his drawer and placed it right next to where Kurt's hands were tied. His fingers caressed the wet folds of Kurt's cunt. His thumb traced circles on the little clit as two of his fingers teased the entrance until he felt it wet enough to slip the vibrator in. At first it was a little difficult to push it inside but, as he massaged the clit slowly and he mouthed at the skin behind Kurt's ear, he slowly could thrust it into his pussy.

By the time the whole vibrator was inside and Blaine had turned it on, Kurt was moaning loudly and wriggling his hips to fuck himself with the machine.

"I like it better when I get to hear your pretty noises"

"And I like it better when you stop teasing me and fuck me hard."

Blaine laughed. He loved hearing Kurt so desperate that he forgets to be a shy little boy and start talking like a little cock-slut.

Instead of biting hard and sucking hickeys that would compete with the ones on the other side of the usually pale neck, he settled by kissing softly and caressing lovingly on the silky skin; making Kurt shiver and tighten the grip his legs held on his small waist. He stopped only when Kurt started breathing hard and his legs squeezed him tightly.

Crawling back until his feet were on the edge of the bed and his face in front of Kurt's crotch, he took the first proper look at the soaked wet pussy that day. Blaine held the weight of his body on his knees and a hand, as the other one traced the contour of the outer lips before taking the edge of the vibrator and pulling it back almost to the tip and then pushing it back maybe a little too rough, grinning cockily when the former tutor curved his back out of the mattress and moaned loudly. He shoved the machine in and out of Kurt's pussy until he felt the heels of the pale boy's feet digging into his lower back and saw the pale back arching almost inhumanly, two usual signs that his angel was about to come.

That was when he took completely away the vibrator and sat back on his heels.

"Wha-Wha... What the hell, Bl-Blaine?!" Kurt spat." I was so fucking close. Why did you do that?!"

"Sh, sh, Kurt. Did you forget who's in charge? I decided that I won't let you come until I'm balls deep inside your little cunt. We'll come together, wouldn't you rather that?" He asked with feigned innocence; his lips in a pout and his eyes big and sad.

Kurt growled, trying to close his legs. "No, please. I reallyreallyneed to come, Blaine! Please, let me come." He wriggled on the bed and tried to free his hands from the scarves.

"So tempting when you beg so nicely, babe. But... no."

"If you don't let me come, I'll free myself and get myself off with one of those hundreds vibrators you have in that goddamn drawer. And then I'll kick you in the balls to make sure you won't get an erection ever again."

Blaine couldn't help but laugh again. But, as weird as it sounded, he found Kurt's try at a threat really cute.

"Ange-Kurt, you won't be able to untie yourself even if you try. I was such a good boy scout," he smirked, wriggling his eyebrows. "And besides, you still blush when I say "pussy" and even more when I tell you how much I love eating it out." As he predicted, the blue eyed boy flushed dark red from head to toes. "See? You won't be able to make yourself come if you can't even call it by it's name."

"That's what you think, Anderson. Now, are you going to do something or just sit there talking about mypussyand how oh-so-great you are because you can talk about sex without turning into a walking tomato? 'Cause I'm getting sleepy."

Blaine's eyebrows rose as he gave Kurt an incredulous look and a sarcastic smirk showed up on his face.

"Now that you say it. Really feel like eating you out, babe. But remember, you can't come; not until I'm inside you, fucking your pretty brain out."

"Noooo! No, please. Don't do this to me, Blaine!"

"Sh, everything is going to be okay, Kurt. Just relax and enjoy. But not too much," he said with a wink, before sinking down.

Blaine could swear he heard Kurt say something like, "That's my problem", but he was already lowering his head in between his long legs so he wasn't sure.

He was determined to show Kurt how much of a tease he could be; he'd have the former tutor begging him to fuck him senseless in no time.

Starting with the zone around the pussy, he licked from the skin of the juncture of his leg and crotch until he reached the hipbone. Then he did the same with the other side; this time, entertaining himself a little more with the hipbone.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" The pale boy asked when he caught his eye.

Blaine shook his head with a smile, before sinking low again. This time his victims, the swollen outer lips, were already soaking wet. For him, they were in the perfect state to suck them inside his mouth and bite down softly before easing the soft pain with kitten licks which made Kurt scream at loud and shove his cunt further onto Blaine's mouth.

"You like it. Don't ya', babe?" He smirked, blowing on the puffy skin.

"If I could, I'd punch that stupid smile off of your face right now, Blaine."

For what he gathered, sexual frustration got Kurt really violent.

"I'm sure you would, Sweetheart"

Blaine couldn't wipe the smile off of his face even when he started tracing with the tip of his tongue along the contour of the gaping hole. He was avoiding the little clit and the entrance of his pussy totally on purpose, knowing that he was driving Kurt insane and getting him even hornier just tickling him there with his breath. He laughed really hard when his beautiful angel planted his feet on the mattress and raised his hips, smashing his pussy on his face.

"You're an impatient little brat." Kurt groaned, pushing his hips towards Blaine. "Get it, get it. More licking, less talking, huh?"

And that was when he attached his parted lips to the swollen clit and sucked hard.

"Oh my... Yes!" Kurt breathed "I love it so much"

Still sucking on the little nub of nerves, Blaine's tongue darted out to give it short but strong licks at it; making the pale boy squirm and wrap his legs around his head to push him closer.

He just hoped Kurt wouldn't asphyxiate him or something like that.

When his mouth lowered a little more to pay deserved attention to the hole, his thumb took care of the trembling clit. He worked both parts as good as he could; which seemed to be really good 'cause Kurt couldn't lie still for a second or stop moaning or calling Blaine's name.

"Are you coming, Kurt?" he murmured, brushing his lips over the bloated skin.

"Yes! Yes, baby. I'm so fucking close."

Once again when he felt the involuntary jerk of Kurt's hips, Blaine sat back on his heels, frustrating his lover.

"You're an... an asshole, Anderson!" He screamed, fighting against the scarves that kept him tied to the headboard.

To prevent from laughing at his lover's face, Blaine bit the skin inside his cheeks.

"Relax, babe. I'm going to fuck you now."

"You better. And if you don't let me come this time, I'm going to rip off y...Oh my God!"

Blaine made a sound in the middle of a chuckle and a moan, as he waited for the walls of Kurt's pussy to relax around his dick. He gave Kurt a radiant and innocent smile, but the pale boy kept glaring at him. It was not his fault that the other boy had preferred to keep insulting and threatening him instead of noticing that he was already slipping a condom on his cock and guiding it to his pussy.

"You want me to fuck your tight pretty pussy, babe?"

"Please do or I'll... I run out of threats, but I know I'm going to do something bad if you don't fuck me right now with your, uhm, enormous fat cock!

Raising an eyebrow at Kurt words, he started pumping his cock in and out the tight warm glove.

"Fuck, I love how damn tight you are"

Kurt made a noise that sounded a lot like a "Thank you" as he wrapped his legs around his slim waist and matched Blaine's every thrust.

Even though he had just started, Blaine was so pathetically close that he wanted to cry. The good thing was that, having almost come twice. Kurt seemed to be as close as he was,if not more.

He could see the way that Kurt's fingernails were digging into the flesh of his own hands; which made his back itch with the need to feel his lover scratching down on it. And that was when he leant forward, without stopping his hips, and managed to untie one of the pale hands. Kurt gave him a small thank you smile and wrapped his arm around his neck, digging into the tanned skin between his shoulder blades. Blaine couldn't help but moan at the soft pain. He really loved feeling Kurt scratching on his back or pulling his hair while he fucked him as hard and fast as he could.

"Kurt, Angel, I'm going to come. I'm going to- fuck!" he groaned "C-can you come with me?"

The flushed boy nodded erratically and rolled his hips on a different angle so Blaine could hit the right spot he needed.

"Oh, right there, baby!" He jerked his hips to meet Blaine's again. "Blaine, I'm going..."

He didn't even get to finish the sentence before he was screaming Blaine's name again as waves of pleasure ran through his body.

Leaning forward and swallowing the loud moans with his own mouth, Blaine ground his hips a few more times before coming with an equally loud moan. He let his face fall beside the pale whimpering one on the pillows and he reached up Kurt's hand and untied it.

"That was... the best orgasm I ever had" Kurt whispered somewhat shyly yet marveled.

"Because you held back on the two others. So you came more intensely this time. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

He took his arm from behind the pillow and threw it around Kurt's waist, pulling him closer.

"Of course I liked it, don't I always?"

Blaine could hear the smile on Kurt's voice when he whispered. He shivered at the soft touch of his lover's fingertips along the arm he had around him.

"Yeah, you're my little cock-slut" he teased, tuning his head to wriggle his eyebrows at Kurt and earning a slap on his stomach "Hey, that hurt!"

"You had it coming"

He stood there, looking right inside the blue-green eyes, feeling the stupid goofy grin spread on his face. And that was when he snapped back into reality, he was falling a little more for the beautiful boy. Exactly what he was trying to avoid. So he jumped off the bed and picked his boxers from the floor.

"I'm going to grab a drink. Want something?"

"Yeah, I want you to stay in bed with me"

Blaine groaned internally; Kurt made it so difficult not to fall for him. It seemed like he knew Blaine was holding back himself so he decided to act extra cute and say some silly things that Blaine would take as a wedding proposal.

He had to stop.

"Are you up for round two already? Impressive. That's fast"

Spread like a star fish on the enormous bed, Kurt shook his head "No fucking" he murmured sleepy "Just cuddles"

"Cuddles? C'mon, Kurt, don't be ridiculous. I'm goin..."

"You hate me, don't you?" Kurt interrupted.

Suddenly, the pale boy seemed more awake than he ever has been. He had sat back, resting his shoulders on the headboard and twisting his fingers in his lap.

"No, I don't. I wouldn't hate you. Why are you saying that?"

Walking back to the bed, he sat next to it on the floor and took one of Kurt's hands on his; holding onto it so tight that it might crack.

Why did he think that he hated him? Just because he didn't want to cuddle? That seemed stupid.

Ignoring his question Kurt spoke again, eyes fixed on a spot on the opposite wall.

"If we're going to talk later about my... what happened yesterday, the least you can do is tell me if you're angry at me. Actually I know that you're angry at me. I just want to know what have I done? What did I do to get you angry? And don't try to deny it."

"Damn, how is it that you're talking like nothing is happening when I'm almost fucking ripping off your hand off, Kurt?" He growled, doing the same thing his lover did and ignoring what he had just said.

The pale boy frowned at him and batted his hands away. "'Cause I, unlike you" he spat with rage "I really care about what the hell is happening between us. So I don't give a fucking shit if you're trying to rip off my fucking hand, I can have surgery and get new one; I can even get boobs if I want to! But I can't get a new Blaine. So, will you tell me what the hell is going on?"

He wanted to rip out his hair. Yeah, he was acting coldly and distant. But he couldn't just say "I'm afraid of falling in love with you". And besides, Kurt was acting a bit like a drama queen. It wasn't such a serious thing.

"God, this is just sex, Kurt! Stop making such a deal of it." He faked a sigh, his jaw so tight it hurt.

"Yes, you're right this is just sex." He wasn't blind, he saw the unshed tears on the boy's eyes and how he bit his lip again. "I think... I think a glass of water would be great."