Blaine was laid on top of Kurt, his thigh pressing in between Kurt’s legs, rocking his pelvis against Kurt’s hip bone, pressing soft gentle kisses down Kurt's neck, occasionally nipping the skin with his teeth, and running his tongue over the abused skin.

“You taste so good, Kurt,” said Blaine his breath ghosting over Kurt’s neck.

“Oh god, Blaine,” groaned Kurt, as he tried to remove Blaine’s shirt, fumbling over the buttons.

Blaine began to pull Kurt's Cheerio top up and over his head. When both boys removed the offending items of clothing Kurt pulled Blaine flush against his chest, fire flared up underneath his skin. Blaine continued rocking his hips into Kurt gaining the friction he craved. Kurt reached around to Blaine's ass to pull him closer, pressing their clothed cocks together in an effort to gain more friction.

Blaine started to pull down Kurt’s pants and palmed him gently through his briefs.

“Yes, Blaine… Blaine,” moaned Kurt as he went to undo Blaine's pants.

Kurt popped the button and pulled the zipper down, and oh, Blaine's cock popped out.

“You, you’re not wearing any underwear.” Kurt swallowed audibly.

“Mmm,” said Blaine as he was sucking on Kurt’s neck again.

“Can I- can I fuck you, Blaine, take you, make you mine?” asked Kurt.

“Oh dear god, yes” said Blaine quickly removing his pants.

Kurt lent into his bedside cabinet to get lube and a condom.

“Would you erm, maybe prepare yourself for me… and let me watch?” asked Kurt nervously.

Blaine nodded and snatched the lube from Kurt's hand and squirted some in to his hand and slicked up his fingers. He lay backwards so he was exposing himself to Kurt and slowly began to massage his puckered entrance before pushing in, hissing slightly at the burn. He allowed himself to adjust to it before moving it around and pushing in a second finger. He swirled them around scissoring them, he thrust them in and out and crooked the fingers so that he hit his prostate. He writhed with pleasure. Blaine kept his amber eyes locked on Kurt's blue ones as he inserted a third finger swirling them around making sure he was well prepared.

“Now, I’m ready,” said Blaine pulling his fingers out.

Kurt nodded as he tore the condom wrapper off and rolled it slowly down his dick, squirted some lube into his hand and stroked himself gently.

“Okay. Turn over so you are on all fours,” Kurt demanded, Blaine complied.

Kurt lined himself up at Blaine's entrance and pushed in gently grabbing Blaine's hips so hard that he was sure Blaine would have bruises in the morning. After giving Blaine a few moments to adjust Kurt began to thrust into Blaine.

“Oh god more, more faster, harder” Blaine moaned, Kurt quickened his pace, and began to thrust more roughly into Blaine, hitting his prostate and sending pulses of pleasure through him

“I’m so close, baby, so close,” muttered Blaine.

This made Kurt slow his thrusts and reach round to fist Blaine's cock. His hand glided softly along Blaine's dick, it felt so much better than Blaine's own hand. After a few pumps Blaine was cuming all over Kurt’s hand. Kurt sped up his thrusts and soon he was cuming too.

“Jermaine, oh god, JJ, that felt amazing,” said Blaine, as he rode through his orgasm.

“You said Jermaine, Blaine… I’m Kurt” said Kurt dejectedly.

Kurt woke up the next morning very sticky.

“Oh god, damn you, Blaine,” said Kurt, “Why do you have to be so gorgeous, yet so unobtainable?”

‘You have to stop doing this Kurt, he’s taken.’

‘Well, then stop thinking about him.’

‘Only you can do that.’

‘But I don’t know how, he’s amazing.’

‘Yes but he has Jermaine.’

‘We don’t know that, he has never said he and Jermaine are dating.’

‘Kurt! You see how his eyes light up when he’s talking to Jermaine, the way he looks at him. There’s more than just friendship there.’

‘But- ’

‘But nothing, you need to stop this and stop torturing yourself, you know you can’t have him, he has Jermaine… And you know that he cares a lot about him.’

‘But what if they are just really close friends?’

‘Who go out for dinner together?’

‘We go out to dinner with Rachel, ‘Cedes, and Tina.’

‘It’s not the same “going out to dinner,” Kurt, and you know that.’

‘But just what if it is, even if he is paying.’

‘Kurt?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Just stop, this can only end in heartbreak.’