Blaine woke up alone in the middle of the night. Part of him thought the being alone was what made him wake up in the first place. The distinct lack of Kurt, lack of warmth, lack of weight against him. That was what he deserved for getting so used to having Kurt’s strong, solid frame keeping him comfortable all through the night. Yes, it was definitely the lack of Kurt that had woken him up, and he was wide awake because of it.

He heard the sink running in the bathroom, and he scrambled to get to the end of the bed and reach down to where Roscoe’s bed was. His dog was very warm and very asleep, thankfully not disturbed by Blaine nudging him over to the side to retrieve the handcuffs that had been attached to his harness earlier in the night. By the time Kurt slipped back into the room, trying to be as quiet as possible, he was back up where he’d been before.

Kurt slowly climbed onto the bed, and Blaine rolled over, pinning him down onto the mattress. “And just where were you?”

“Blaine! You scared the crap out of me, I thought you were asleep.”

“Officer Anderson,” Blaine corrected, his throat still dry and voice still rough from sleep.

“Oh Jesus,” Kurt groaned softly, tilting his head as Blaine nipped at his jaw. “Blaine…”

“First you ran off and now you’re being subordinate. Tsk tsk.” He sat back on his knees, between Kurt’s legs, and reached over to grab the handcuffs from where he’d stashed them under his pillow. “Now I really am going to have to arrest you.”

“I feel like I should point out that you’re out of uniform, so technically you can—”

“Hush, or I’ll have to find you in contempt.”

“Are you a judge now? I thought you were a police officer.”

“Kurt. Come on, I just woke up, you can’t expect me to be that aware of what’s going on.”

“Oh you seem to be very aware of what’s going on,” Kurt said, his tone pitched a little low as he reached his hand down and pressed his palm against Blaine’s half-hard cock through his boxers. Blaine groaned, but then grabbed his wrist and clicked one of the cuffs onto it. “Hey!”

“Shh!” Blaine whispered conspiratorially. “There is a sleeping lesbian upstairs and you do not want to incur her wrath.”

Kurt snorted with laughter, and Blaine took that opportunity to fumble his way along, slipping the chain of the handcuffs around one of the rungs of his headboard before putting the cuff on Kurt’s other wrist. “Blaine…”

“Like I said, under arrest,” Blaine said, grinning a little as moved, knees settling on either side of him as he straddle his hips. He ran his hands up Kurt’s sides, leaning forward so he could continue the line up his arms, feeling them flex beneath his touch. The metal wasn’t too tight around his wrists, still loose enough that Blaine could fit a finger between it and Kurt’s skin, and he rubbed his thumbs against his wrists lightly before trailing them back down his arms.

Kurt whined softly as Blaine’s fingertips traced over his chest, rocking his hips up just barely but enough for Blaine to feel his hardening cock pressed against him. He ducked down, brushing a kiss against the crook of his neck and trailing his lips up until he reached his ear, nibbling on his earlobe lightly before whispering, “Shh, just let me.”

It was just that he never could get enough of touching Kurt, resting his hands on his chest and feeling him breathe underneath him. The lines of muscles underneath his fingertips, seemingly never-ending. He liked to think that he was the only person who knew just how fit Kurt was, like it was their secret. For all he knew it could be common knowledge, but he was pretty confident, considering how it always seemed like Kurt was covered in almost as many layers of clothes as he was.

Every time was like an attempt to discover something about Kurt he hadn’t noticed before, because he doubted he’d ever be able to memorize every bit of him even if he had all the time in the world. His mouth dragged back down his neck as his hands traced lower, feeling the muscles of his stomach jump beneath them as they touched just barely on it. He rolled his hips down, thin cotton fabric the only thing between them as they slotted together, and he sucked open mouthed kisses along his collarbone.

“F-fuck,” Kurt gasped, his arms clenching and managing to pull himself a little further up the bed, dragging Blaine with him. Blaine moved his mouth down to cover a nipple, a low sound rumbling in the back of his throat as he swirled his tongue around it. He had the urge to touch and taste every bit of Kurt he could, since he was just laying there beneath him and wasn’t going anywhere.

Besides, he kind of liked how Kurt seemed to lose the ability to control what he was saying when his tongue was flicking against his skin.

His thumbs hooked into the waistband of Kurt’s boxers and he let his fingers play with the fabric before he shifted back and slid his hand down inside. Fingertips traced up his length and Kurt’s hips jerked up at the contact. Blaine’s teeth grazed against his skin as his hand wrapped around his cock, slow drags of his fist drawing moans out of his boyfriend.

“Blaine. Blaine undo these please God,” Kurt managed to get out, the chain of the handcuffs rattling against the headboard as he pulled at them. “I need… touch…”

“Mmmrph,” Blaine groaned against him, but he shifted up and reached to fiddle with them. The attempt only lasted a few seconds before his brow furrowed and he lifted his head further.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” he mumbled, his other hand pulling out of his boxers and moving up to trace along the metal as well. “Won’t open.”

“Please tell me these are trick ones that don’t actually require a key.” Kurt twisted beneath him, like he was trying to look up at them.

“I… I don’t know,’ Blaine admitted, tugging gently to try and pull at them. “Santana gave them to me.”

“Oh fuck.”

“She didn’t get them for me; she had them already and let me borrow them.”

“I don’t know if that makes me feel any better about this,” Kurt said with a groan, his legs tangling around Blaine’s and pulling him back down flush against him. He thrust up against him and Blaine’s hands faltered on their attempt to get the handcuffs off him.

“K-Kurt, I can’t concentrate if you—ooh,” he broke off, head dropping down against his shoulder. He couldn’t really move, even if he’d wanted to, the way Kurt’s legs were holding him down. His fingers fumbled against the metal and managed to find the release button, and the cuffs sprang free.

It wasn’t even a split second before he was on his back, boxers yanked down around his knees, and Kurt was pressed on top of him. Their cocks slid together, precome slicking them with the first few thrusts, and he gasped in a breath as Kurt’s hands slid up his arms, pinning his wrists up above his head. “P-prison break…”

“Blaine.”

“Of-ficer…”

“Anderson,” Kurt finished, his breath hot as he panted against his neck, biting down against it as he moaned. Blaine’s wrists twisted in his grip, taking in the feel of Kurt’s fingers wrapped around them. It didn’t hurt, wasn’t too tight, but he hated not being able to reach out and touch him. Which, that was exactly what he’d done to Kurt, so it was really no surprise that he was on top of him and thrusting so hard and rough that Blaine was on the verge of coming already.

“Let go let go please let go,” he whimpered, tugging at his wrists, and Kurt was nice enough to comply, letting go of them one at a time and keeping himself balanced as he snaked a hand between them to hold their dicks together as their hips moved. Blaine’s mouth dropped open with a moan as he felt the pressure of Kurt’s fist, the way it kept them sliding together so perfectly. “Kurt.”

“Shh, just let me.” Blaine swallowed hard, choking back a groan as Kurt’s tongue swiped over his Adam’s apple, mouthing at it and then sucking and he was so close. His hands moved to clutch at Kurt’s shoulders, scraping down his back and Kurt let his thumb stroke over the head of Blaine’s cock as he twisted his hand around them, and Blaine came with a cry that he did his best to muffle against Kurt’s skin.

Kurt followed him seconds later, and their hot, sticky come mixed on Blaine’s stomach, his muscles trembling as he came back down. They just stayed like that, Kurt propped up on his elbows over him, breathing hard and heavy. Blaine had to swallow a few times – okay more like seven or eight but it wasn’t like he was counting – before he felt like he could make his voice work again.

“That’s what you get for breaking the law.”