Chapter V

Blaine almost tripped over his feet a thousand times as he ran out of the building when the last bell rang. People gave him dirty looks as he unintentionally pushed them on his way out, he shouted 'sorry' a few times but ignored most of them. It was their own fault when they walked in groups of twenty four and slower than his neighbor Mrs. Delaney; who started watering her plants at three in the afternoon and finished around eight or nine at night.

"You look like a panda"

Ok, that wasn't quite what he thought Kurt would say while leaning against his car. Based on Kurt's expression, he didn't look nervous at all; but the way the taller guy was gripping onto his bag's strap like it would save his life told him that he might be even more nervous than Blaine himself.

"Oh, you're so sweet. I might even bite you" and that wasn't a lie, actually.

Kurt stuck out his tongue at him, relaxing a tiny itty bit.

"See you at your house?"

"Nope, I need you to give me a ride. Please? And besides, my eye wouldn't be the only thing damaged if I try to drive right now." Blaine pouted.

Kurt chuckled and got into the car, motioning Blaine to do the same. "If you feel that bad, maybe I should just take you home and come back tomorrow. Maybe you need a week to recuperate, alone in your bed" Kurt said with a pout, before dissolving into giggles again.

He turned on the car and turned down the stereo sound, so they could talk without having to shout for the other to hear. They were a few streets away from school when Blaine spoke again, his voice low and seductive.

"I'm okay. I just need ice or something like that. You won't get out of this so easily, Hummel. And, if I had to stay in my bed the whole week, you'd be there to entertain me"

He winked, the gesture getting a little lost because of his closed black eye but Kurt did blush and lick his beautifully shaped lips.

"W-what kind of entertainment?"

Kurt's face looked even redder but Blaine knew that the other boy was trying to tease him, to test the waters. He also knew Kurt was so insecure about his looks and his own body but it was his mission for the week to make him believe how sexy and beautiful his body was.

"Maybe we could start by finding out which thong you picked for today, babe"

He felt how Kurt almost jumped in his seat when he placed his hand on the driver's thigh, so he stroked it soothingly from his knee to the upper thigh.

"Bl-Blaine, we're in the car" Blaine snorted when he heard Kurt say that because he loved to have a good fuck in the backseat. "And you're going to make me crash, I swear"

"So why don't you park somewhere and we have a little fun?"

Blaine got closer and nuzzled Kurt's ear, almost rubbing his lips on the earlobe. But Kurt slapped his hand away from his thigh and shot him a dubious look.

"Blaine, don't. We have to go to your house and put some ice on your eye. And besides I'm not parking the car so we can... can... I just won't!"

Blaine chuckled to himself but didn't say anything. The rest of the ride was silent; Kurt looking straight ahead with flushed cheeks and Blaine at the window, biting his lip with a smirk. He was the first one jumping out of the car as soon as they arrived, so he could open the front door and run to the fridge to find an ice-pack.

"I closed the door" Kurt said shyly from the kitchen's entrance before huffing, "You can't put that thing directly on your skin, you moron. Give me it. Here"

He took the ice and placed it on a kitchen towel and placed it on Blaine's eye again. They were so close again and Blaine wanted nothing but to grab Kurt's face and kiss him fiercely. He wanted to know what those rosy lips tasted like; how that skinny waist would feel under his hands; how sexy Kurt's voice would sound after moaning for hours.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked unsure.

"Yeah, babe?"

"You're looking at me like that again"

Blaine cocked his head to the side, regretting it instantly 'cause the move made him press his eye against the ice-pack and it hurt so bad.

"Damn jock and his damn fist" he mumbled, his eyebrows furrowing.

"The damn jock" he did his best Blaine's voice impression "wouldn't have hit you if you hadn't spat your coffee on his girlfriend's white dress"

Kurt pushed Blaine until he was seated on a chair next to the breakfast table, tilted his head back and placed the icepack back on his eye.

"It was your fault, you know? Yours and these unnaturally tight jeans fault. You made me spit my coffee on that atrocious dress and you are making me look at you like that now." It was Blaine's turn to mock Kurt's voice.

"Well, you wanted me to wear a thong and I needed to make it work with my wardrobe and I realized that with these jeans...no matter how tight they are, there isn't a single line. Awesome, huh?" he said doing a twirl and showing Blaine the seat of his jeans.

"What I see is your perfect ass" Blaine said as he gave it a little slap "And you know how to make sure you never have any lines at all? By not wearing anything." Blaine stood up sliding his hand from the other boy's ass to the hip. "Now, as sexy as the nurse role-play is, it's boring me. Why don't we go upstairs? You can entertain me all you want" he gave Kurt his best husky voice, trying to wink again while rubbing his hand on the blue eyed boy's hip. He felt the boy shiver under his hand; he heard how he inhaled deeply; he saw how his pupils dilated.

Kurt took his hand and guided Blaine to his own room, losing all his confidence as soon as they walked through the door. "What do we...?"

Hearing how the taller guy swallowed hard, Blaine gave the hand in his a little tug.

"Why don't we start with this?"

Blaine smiled, reaching up to press his lips to Kurt's.

At first, the blue eyed guy just inhaled sharply and held still, gripping his hand a little too tight. But after a second, he relaxed a bit and pressed his lips against Blaine´s more confidently; showing him he wanted the kiss too.

Suddenly blank, Blaine couldn't think or feel anything except the sensation of Kurt's lips on his, their bodies barely touching. He didn't feel fireworks or anything like that, he just felt the need for more. He needed more of Kurt's lips; he needed to feel his body, so he let go of the softer hand and wrapped his arms around the slim waist, making Kurt's body crash into his. As their bodies collided, Kurt lost his balance and he held onto Blaine's arms, giggling against his mouth. He took advantage of Kurt's parted lips to slide his tongue in, making the giggle turn into a soft moan.

Blaine tried to break the kiss and look at Kurt, but long soft fingers tangled in his hair kept his head in place.

He was afraid the other boy would feel that the kiss was like Karofsky's forced ones. He didn't want to force Kurt into kissing him. Ok yeah, it kind of was forcing him because of the bet. But he liked to think that they were using the bet as an excuse to be together. To simply have sex with each other, of course.

Not to be in a relationship or fall in love.

Who wanted to fall in love? Blaine didn't. Definitely not. Nope, not even close to wanting to fall in love. Right?

A harsh bite to his lips made him realize that he had focused more on his thoughts than on kissing Kurt.

He was an idiot.

Blaine bit Kurt back making him chuckle again and then he teased the taller boy's tongue with his own before sucking it into his mouth. He started untucking Kurt's gray shirt and sneaking a hand up and runnig his hands along the baby soft skin of his back.

But he still wanted more.

So he started kissing the corner of Kurt's mouth, his blushed cheek, then bit softly along his jaw until he reached his objective: Kurt Hummel's long pale neck, which was the source of the most delicious perfume in the world and Blaine couldn't help but attack it with his teeth, making his former tutor moan. He didn't know if it was because of the pain or the pleasure but if the slap to the back of his head wasn't a hint, it was clear when Kurt hissed "Not that hard, you asshole" ignoring his muffled laugh.

Kurt made the most delicious sounds when the bad boy kissed and bit his neck (gently this time though). Blaine liked the way his soon-to-be lover would squirm and tighten his fingers in his curls when he sucked the soft spot beneath his ear, or the little high pitched moans he made when he slid his tongue along the hot skin and the blew on it softly, sending chills through Kurt's body.

He hadn't realized before that Kurt wasn't wearing one of his multi-layered outfits. He only had a simple gray shirt with a slightly darker print on the front but when he realized it, he felt so grateful because he would have ripped off every piece of clothing, making Kurt angry because of an expensive shirt or something like that being shredded and it would end with a pitiful case of blue balls... If Kurt left him with any balls at all.

But today he just had to pull the gray shirt off to get all that milky soft skin to look at.

"Okay?" he traced the line of Kurt's spine, making the guy shiver under his fingers.

The taller guy nodded shyly, sliding the leather jacket off of Blaine and trailing his fingers along his biceps.

Blaine liked how careful and shy Kurt was, but maybe they could be sweet and tender later, he needed to feel Kurt's skin against his own, his body under his on the bed. So he just threw his own shirt off before taking Kurt's hands, dragging him into his arms and walking in reverse until his calves touched the mattress.

He didn't think twice as he grabbed the other boy's ass and crashed their mouths together but Kurt made a pained noise when Blaine tried to glue their bodies together,catching his hands, which had been wandering along the tanned chest, at a bad angle.

"You okay?" Blaine asked against the tutor's reddened lower lip.

Kurt nodded, still concentrating on the contour of the curly haired boy's abs rather than on his previous pain. With his hands still on the rounded ass, Blaine took a few moments to look at Kurt while the other boy was drooling over his chest. He really liked the way the taller boy was looking at him; he'd never seen Kurt with an expression so full of lust before. The way his pupils were dilated to the point that they had just a thin blue line around them, the way he was breathing heavily through those parted lips...

He looked beautiful.

"I thought you'd have tons of tattoos and piercings"

"I have this one, don't you like it?" He asked playful, wriggling his pierced eyebrow.

Kurt touched the little black ring, but he paid more attention to the almost invisible scar hidden by the piercing that you'd never spot unless you were this close. And it wasn't normal for his lover to be so interested in him, usually they wanted his body and he was happy to give it to them but Kurt...well, he seemed to want to be this close and to care about who he is. Yeah, he didn't quite know how to handle that.

"What's this?"

He didn't feel like answering, so he just kissed Kurt intensely to distract him. Lucky him, it worked. Kurt automatically wrapped his arms on his neck, playing with the already messed curls and sucking Blaine's lower lip in his mouth; to slide his tongue across it and give it little playful nips.

Blaine didn't miss a beat either, he introduced one of the hands that were massaging Kurt's ass in the other boy's pants to keep doing the same but feeling the soft skin against him; while the other hand was opening the jeans zipper to get better access.

He grabbed Kurt's bare ass with both hands and groaned when he felt little teeth nibbling along his throat. Kurt was actually trying to eat his neck and he was enjoying every second of it.

When he got tired of waiting, he threw Kurt on the bed kicking his boots off before taking off Kurt's. His own jeans were on the floor as he climbed on the bed between the long legs still trapped in the white pants.

"Someone it's a little eager" Kurt sing-songed "I like you like this"

"That's good, 'cause I like you like this, too" he smirked pushing Kurt's legs wider. "Actually I like you in every position, you're lucky."

"That I am"

Kurt grabbed his arms to drag him on top of his body and kiss him senseless; running his nails on the broad back and probably leaving some red marks there.

He was telling the truth when he said he liked Kurt like that; more unashamed and taking what he wanted. And he was glad that what Kurt wanted was nothing less than Blaine himself.

Blaine guided Kurt's feet to step on the mattress so he could lift his hips and Blaine could take off the white jeans easily.

And then time stopped as Blaine's eyes widened.

Kurt was wearing a bright red laced up thong with a small black ribbon.

The contrast between the pale skin and the furious red cloth was incredible, the skin seemed to glow. Blaine caressed his hands up and down Kurt's thighs, marveling on how soft the skin was.

"You... Don't you like it?" Kurt got shy again. "I know it wasn't in the box you gave me, but we bought it with Mercedes the last year as a prank that we never got to do, and I reallyreallyliked and I thought you might too. But if you want I can..."

He never got to finish the sentence because Blaine was already pushing his tongue into his mouth, suddenly crazy at the sight of Kurt in such a sexy thong and his pussy. It was one thing to know that Kurt didn't have a dick and that he had a vagina instead; but it was different actually seeing the soft v between his legs and a peek of the outer lips through the almost invisible lace material.

"Are you crazy? I love it, I love this" he breathed out placing his hand in between Kurt's legs, winning a moan from the tutor "Can you please get onto your knees and hands, sexy? I really want to see your delicious butt."

Still blushing, Kurt did as Blaine told him to. The thin strap of the thong lost in between the cheeks leaving the whole ass to stare at.

"Gorgeous" he said placing his hands on the rounded cheeks and squeezing hard. "I don't know how you could think that nobody would want you; you're sexy as hell wherever I look at you."

"You just love my ass" Kurt said playfully, but he let out a little shriek when Blaine smacked his butt. "Be careful, you asshole"

"Don't tease me, Hummel."

Blaine started leaving little butterfly kisses along Kurt's shoulders and down his spine, biting the milky skin sometimes and then soothing the sting with his tongue. He took special care with the dimples in his lower back before getting to his favorite part: Kurt's ass. He didn't leave a single patch of skin unattended but he did leave more than a few hickeys, bite marks and reddened skin because of his smacks to each cheek when his mouth was busy with the other.

By the time he decided it was enough, Kurt was biting the pillow; his hands gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles were white; the little sounds that left his mouth were hoarse because of how loud he had been screaming.

"Turn around, babe"

He helped Kurt to get on his back, before taking off the only fabric that remained on the pale body and pushing his legs wide open. He kneeled between them, caressing the soft skin of the inner thighs and looking directly at what, he considered to be the most amazing thing. Kurt was completely shaved so his soft skin was fully on display. His pussy was dripping wet, flushed and swollen; his thighs trembling and his hips thrusting softly as he felt the soft air on his sensitive skin.

"Have you ever touched yourself?"

Kurt remained silent, but his flushed cheeks and tightly closed eyes told him the truth. He wanted to know what Kurt thought about when he touched himself down there; how he liked to do it, if he preferred his own fingers or toys.

He wanted to know everything.

But, most importantly, he wanted to know if Kurt ever thought of him when he touched himself.

Blaine blew on the little cunt, winning a soft moan and a hip's thrust. But that wasn't enough, so he decided to start running his fingers over Kurt's pussy; starting at the gaping hole, tracing it with his pointer finger and then circling the nub of nerves at the top of the vulva with his thumb.

"OhmyGod" Kurt breathed gripping the sheets again "Blaine!"

Blaine chuckled, the hot air made the pale guy whimper again. "Relax, babe. We're just starting"

Every time Kurt moaned, rolled his hips or shivered, Blaine moved his thumb faster or pressed in a bit harder, making him go crazier. While his right hand was attending Kurt's pussy, the other one started trying to get rid of his own boxers. When he realized he wouldn't be able to that while his mind was focussed on giving Kurt pleasure, he decided to postpone his own enjoyment a little more. So the index finger of his left hand started poking softly at Kurt's entrance.

"Is this okay?"

When the chestnut haired guy nodded fervently, Blaine pushed his finger in, being answered with a pleasured rush of breath. He almost moaned when he felt the wet hotness closing around his finger, his own cock jumping at the feeling.

"Do you like it, babe?"

"I want more, Blaine. More, please" Kurt moaned arching his hips against his finger.

He nodded, pulling his finger back to go back in with two; stretching the canal slowly before scissoring it as gently as he could. Kurt hips started thrusting erratically fucking himself on his fingers and forcing his thumb to keep the rhythm. But when the pale thighs started shaking, Blaine removed both hands and left Kurt aching to come.

"No,no,no. No yet, babe. I didn't even get to taste you."

He stood up to remove his boxers, before kneeling back down and holding Kurt thighs wide while blowing on the swollen clit.

"T-ta-taste me? You mean like, huh, down there?"

Blaine chuckled, wrapping Kurt's legs around his hips and placing his incredibly built arms at each side of the chestnut haired head. They both moaned at the first touch of his hardened dick on the former tutor's wet and oversensitive pussy. And the sweet sound Kurt made had Blaine's attention focus on those full and throbbing rosy lips. Kurt had the most beautifully shaped mouth he had ever seen. And he couldn't resist capturing it provocatively, his tongue sliding moistly along his parted lips before raising his head.

"Blaine" Kurt whined, prolonging the 'a' for a few seconds "Kiss me properly"

He gave Kurt a few small pecks on the corner of his lips and the tip of his nose, before claiming his mouth still smirking softly. His tongue dancing and curling around Kurt's made the angelic guy start twisting his legs and arms to wrap himself around Blaine. He felt his former tutor rubbing the slick wetness of his excitement on his cock, showing him how much that part of Kurt's body ached for his attention.

Even when Kurt tried to keep their mouths glued together by biting his lip when he tried to snap back his head, Blaine's mouth wandered to the south of his body.

Starting with the jaw, he nipped along it from side to side. Then he nuzzled under it when his blue eyed partner dropped his head, denying him the access to his neck.

"C'mon, babe. Show me that beautiful neck of yours"

"No, kiss me. Here."

He couldn't resist the childish pout that Kurt did, so he gave it a few little pecks before nuzzling again on his neck. This time Kurt twisted his head facing the wall leaving the side of his flushed neck entirely on display for Blaine to attack. And he did not miss a beat; he made sure to leave huge bruises on the usually pale skin before lowering his mouth to the collarbones.

Meanwhile, his hand had found the tiny pink buds on his chest; which had hardened when his fingers pinched them.

The bad boy's lips replaced one of his hands, sucking the tightened nipple inside his mouth and wetting it with tongue. As soon as his teeth rasped the tiny nub, Kurt's fingers tangled in his curls, holding his head right there as he moaned loudly.

Blaine gave the other nipple the same attention; sucked it, toyed with it using his tongue and teeth and then gave it a soft kiss.

"No, I'm ticklish" Kurt said tightening his fingers in the curls when he felt the hot breath above his soft tummy.

Blaine nodded and lowered his head to one of his favorite parts on Kurt's body: his thighs.

Once again he held them apart and started kissing the inside of left one, just above the knee. He could compare the way he liked the soft skin of those thighs with the way he loved Kurt's rounded ass. That was why it ended just as covered in hickeys and teeth marks as his butt did. Kurt's breathing was getting heavier as Blaine's lips came closer the center between his legs.

"Blaine, Bl-Blaine, stop." He felt the tug at his curls and looked right at the now dark blue eyes. "Are you... you know, your mouth there?"

He answered by placing a soft kiss on the mound. "You'll like it, I swear."

His fingers stroked the thighs from the knee to the outer lips of the glistening pussy, pulling them apart to have a perfect look of the pink throbbing clit and his entrance. He blew on the wet folds to make the pale guy shiver before starting giving long lazy licks at the gaping hole.

"OhmyGod, Blaine! That's so good"

The hands on his head pressed his face against the pussy, his lungs filling with the strong yet addictive scent of Kurt's desire and his tongue thrusting deeper. He tried to go as deep as he could with his tongue; but when it became impossible to go further, the fingers replaced it and the tongue got busy with the needy nub of nerves.

And when Kurt started moaning loudly again and he felt motivated to take him to heaven.

His lips closed around the clit, sucking it hard while two of his fingers fucked the tight little hole. His other hand gripped his own hard on at the base to prevent coming too soon.

Blaine almost choke when the tutor ground his hips up, but he managed to hold them to the mattress.

"Blaine, stop. I'll come" Kurt whined pulling him by the curls.

He shook his head and sucked harder, pushing three fingers inside Kurt. When the thighs wrapped around his head, trembling and the hips shook erratically he gave the final licks at the little nub between his lips; hearing Kurt scream his name having what seemed a blissful orgasm, the pussy walls clenched around his fingers.

Blaine detangled himself from the arms and legs to climb back on Kurt's body and peck softly the swollen reddened lips, waiting for the final waves of ecstasy to leave the slender body.

"Babe, I want you on your hands and knees again" he murmured in his ear, slapping softly the already red ass.

A few seconds after, Kurt did as he told him to but, instead of placing his hands on the mattress, he held onto the headboard.

"Great, now I want you to hold your legs as close as you can"

When Kurt did that, he snaked a hand between the closed legs at the height of the crotch, quickly replacing it with his dick. The soft trembling skin of Kurt's thighs wrapping his throbbing aching hard on. It only took him a few thrusts and then he came all over Kurt's legs and pussy, groaning loudly and falling next to the pale body; his hand caressing the other boy's back.

"How do you feel?"

"Boneless. You... you didn't fuck me."

Blaine sat at the edge of the bed looking at the clothes scattered around the room, before he stood up and went to the bathroom to grab a wet warm washcloth.

"Spread your legs, Kurt" he said, giving the hip a little push when he was by his side again.

He seemed reluctant but he did it anyway, holding the thighs with his hands while Blaine cleaned the mess between them.

"We should take a shower, anyway"

Kurt nodded and followed him to the bathroom to take a warm yet refreshing shower. There was no funny business or kisses but it still felt like one of the most private moments Blaine ever had with someone.

After coming back to the room, once they were clean and dry, he hear Kurt swear when he looked at his phone screen.

"Something wrong, babe?"

"Yes, my father told me to be at home by eight o clock and it's already a quarter past eight and he had called two times. I really have to go. I'm sorry"

"It's okay, at least you won't stink of sex while he yells at you" he said playful.

"Yell? No, my dad doesn't yell at me. Yeah, he gets angry sometimes but he doesn't like to yell. His silent treatment works wonderfully, I have to admit. Did your parents yell at you, Blaine? Is that why you live here now?"

He took Kurt's hand out of his shoulder "No, you have to recognize the presence of someone to yell at them" he said chuckling "I don't want a pity party, Kurt. I'm fine alone. Now, didn't you say you had to go?"

"Yes. I'll see you tomorrow, Blaine."

He followed Kurt downstairs, watching him fixing his clothes and throwing his back pack on his shoulder.

"Kurt, you're forgetting something"

"What?" he spat.

"My goodbyes kiss."

He took the pale hand in his and dragged Kurt to his arms, kissing he softly on the lips "I had an amazing time with you today, baby. I'll see you tomorrow, call me if you feel sore or something, okay?"

"You really are an asshole, you know that. Don't you, Blaine?" Kurt sighed. "I had a great time with you too, though."

After a quick peck, Kurt disappeared in his car.