“What’s wrong?” Kurt asked, oh so innocently, tipping his head back so he could look up at Blaine, revealing the long, tantalizing column of Kurt’s neck. Blaine wanted to kiss it. Lick it. Touch it. He wanted to touch Kurt. He wanted to…

So. Not. Helping.

“Nothing,” Blaine lied.

“You’re tense,” Kurt said. Blaine rolled his eyes. Yeah, he was tense. He was horny as fuck and he wanted nothing more than to fuck Kurt until he couldn’t walk and again…so not helping.

“It’s been a rough week,” Blaine said, wrapping an arm around Kurt’s shoulders and holding him close. Kurt accepted his answer and went back to his cuddling, snuggling close to Blaine’s side. His hand landed on Blaine’s thigh, rubbing softly as he pressed even closer, mumbling something about Blaine being warm. Of course Blaine was warm. His skin was on fire. Every touch sent jolts through his body as his skin was hypersensitive from arousal.

As Kurt continued the slow, seemingly innocent movements of his hand, Blaine bit back a groan as his cock twitched in his pants. He suddenly wished he’d worn something a lot more comfortable than jeans, as the denim trapped his cock and it ached for freedom. He wanted to reach down and adjust himself, but the movement would probably disturb Kurt and his fianc� looked comfortable tucked up against his side.

Oh god. Now Kurt was rubbing along the inside of Blaine’s thigh, the touch moving higher and higher up. Maybe Kurt did know what he was doing to Blaine. Or maybe he was just really big on teasing.

Blaine bit his lip in an effort to hold back the moan boiling low in his chest as his cock throbbed, demanding attention. He ignored it, knowing by now there was probably a wet spot the size of fucking Texas forming in his underwear from the pre-come leaking from the tip.

“Hmm, what’s this?” Kurt’s voice sounded curious. His hand had paused on Blaine’s leg and Blaine forced himself to look down, trying to hide how flushed he was, but failing as he felt little beads of sweat building on his skin. “Looks like someone wants to come out and play.”

When Kurt’s hand settled over the outline of Blaine’s painfully hard cock, he almost cried out in relief. His hips bucked up and his arm tightened around Kurt. He tipped his head back, his eyes closed and his lips parted, as his hips tried to rub against Kurt’s hand, trying to get some of that delicious friction that Blaine needed desperately now. But then Kurt was pulling his hand away and Blaine let out a growl of frustration.

“Now, now, Blaine, what are the rules?” Kurt whispered in Blaine’s ear, his breath hot against Blaine’s already burning skin. Kurt settled back by Blaine’s side and resumed his almost innocent touches as he continued watching TV.

“Kurt…” Blaine whined. “It’s been over an hour. Please?”

“My original plan was to make you wear it for a whole day,” Kurt shrugged. He was referring to the purple ring that was fastened securely around the base of Blaine’s cock. The very device that had helped him get this hard and was now making him stay that way. He groaned at Kurt’s mention of wearing it for a whole day. An hour had been torture enough for him!

“You are a sadist,” Blaine said, shifting slightly and earning a light slap on the thigh from Kurt.

“Just watch the show. When it’s over, I might help you take care of your…not so little problem.” Kurt just smiled at Blaine, leaned forward to press his lips around the sensitive skin below Blaine’s ear, causing Blaine to shudder.

“Kurt…” Blaine’s voice was a mixture of a whimper and a warning.

“Patience. It will do you wonders,” Kurt said, before turning back to what he was watching, as if there was nothing else to say on the subject.

There was a lot more to say on the subject. Blaine’s cock wanted to add his view of the situation as it throbbed painfully in his pants.

Time continued to pass slowly as Blaine tried – but failed – not to focus on the throbbing appendage. He continued to cuddle with Kurt on the couch through another show – in which they laughed over several commercials advertising their own show, and one advertising the release of Blaine’s album – and when another hour had passed, he was sure he couldn’t stand it anymore.

He wouldn’t dare say something, though, as Kurt sat up and stretched his arms. Kurt turned towards him, smiling sweetly. “Wanna shower with me before bed?”

Blaine just stared at him, pouting a bit, but not saying anything. Kurt stood and smiled sweetly down at him, then reached out his hands. Blaine took them and let Kurt help him to stand. He saw Kurt’s eyes dart down to spot the prominent bulge at his crotch, and Kurt’s cheeks turned a little red and his pretty pink tongue darted out to wet his lips.

Kurt shook it off and squeezed Blaine’s hands, then tugged him down the hallway to their bedroom, and into the bathroom. Blaine waited patiently, perched on the edge of the bathtub as he waited for Kurt to start the shower up and get it just the right temperature. When that was done, Kurt turned toward him and smirked. He stepped towards Blaine slowly, swaying his hips as he did so, making Blaine groan at the twitch of his dick that ensued. When Kurt finally ended up in front of him, Blaine reached up to put his hands on his lover’s hips and pulled him closer.

“Undress me, Blaine,” Kurt said a bit breathlessly. Blaine nodded in compliance and stood, first reaching for the buttons of Kurt’s shirt. His fingers were trembling with the need to just rip it all off and devour that perfect pale skin underneath. His cock twitched again at the thought.

“So beautiful,” Blaine whispered at the skin that was revealed. He pushed the shirt aside and helped pull it off. Once Kurt’s chest was bare, Blaine sunk to his knees and unbuttoned Kurt’s pants, sliding them down his hips to find him half hard and wearing no underwear. Blaine groaned as he pressed a kiss to Kurt’s hipbone.

“Come on, come on, it’s your turn,” Kurt said as he tugged Blaine up. He quickly got rid of the shirt Blaine had on and carefully eased Blaine’s confining jeans down his hips. Blaine breathed a sigh of relief at the release of the pressure. His cock bobbed in the air, red and wet around the tip as it begged for attention. Blaine had to clasp his hands behind his back to keep from touching his aching arousal.

Kurt attempted to distract him but surging forward, capturing his lips in a deep kiss that had their tongues dancing together, moaning into each other’s mouths as they deepened it even more. Kurt’s hips snapped forward and his skin dragged along the length of Blaine’s cock, ripping a low moan from deep in Blaine’s chest and causing his hips to move forward of their own accord, attempting to give his cock the friction it needed.

But then Kurt moved away and Blaine let out a noise of frustration, his hips thrust forward a bit, humping the air. He was so hard he was almost in tears, yet Kurt was just walking towards the shower, swaying his hips in that sexy way that drove Blaine absolutely crazy. Letting out a little growl, Blaine followed him into the shower, trying to wrap his arms around Kurt and pull him close. Unfortunately, his fianc� was not so cooperative.

“Kurt,” Blaine whimpered.

“We need to start planning the wedding,” Kurt said. He pushed Blaine gently under the warm spray of the shower. He ran his hands through Blaine’s hair, making sure the curls were wet before squirting some shampoo onto his palm and working the soap through Blaine’s hair. Blaine sighed happily and let his eyes close, loving when Kurt long fingers worked their way through his hair.

“Do you want a big wedding?” Blaine asked, sighing a little as Kurt massaged his fingers through his hair. “Because I can give you a big wedding. And we’ll hire extra security so no one but our friends can get in.”

Kurt hummed softly as he tipped Blaine’s head back so he could rinse out Blaine’s hair. The soapy suds flowed down Blaine’s skin, pooling around their feel. Kurt blushed a little as he looked down, seeing Blaine’s cock with that ring trapped around the base of it, keeping it harder than even Kurt had ever seen it before.

“How about a medium sized wedding? We just invited the people we trust, but we have in a in nice big place and we have all the extras like a huge cake and doves and a good band and flower arrangements on all the tables that the guests can take home and like…a chocolate fountain or something,” Kurt grinned at all the possibilities. It really was going to be his dream wedding.

“A chocolate fountain?” Blaine asked, chuckling slightly.

“I don’t know,” Kurt shrugged. “It sounded good.”

“Well if you want a chocolate fountain at our wedding, I will give you a chocolate fountain,” Blaine promised him. He pulled Kurt closer and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to Kurt’s lips. “I love you. And I’d love you even more if you would take care of me.”

“Not yet,” Kurt said. “I have to wash my hair first.”

Kurt made them switch positions so he was standing under the spray, and Blaine gently ran his hands over Kurt’s damp skin as Kurt hurriedly washed his own hair, not taking much time on it. By now, he was hard as well and wanted to move their little game along. As soon as his hair was rinsed, Kurt tugged Blaine out of the shower and got a towel. He gently began to dry Blaine’s skin, avoiding the place Blaine wanted him to touch most.

Once they were both mostly dry, Kurt tugged Blaine into the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed.

“Wow, someone is in charge,” Blaine chuckled. He scooted up along the bed and laid there, spread out for Kurt, who was staring at him with hungry eyes. Kurt kneeled on the edge of the bed, then moved closer to him, hovering over him. Kurt reached forward and circled his hand around Blaine’s aching cocking, squeezing it before giving it a few rough strokes. Blaine nearly cried out in relief.

“You like that?” Kurt asked, smiling sweetly.

“Oh god, yes, Kurt more, please!” Blaine whimpered, his hips moving up to meet the strokes of Kurt’s hand. Kurt didn’t allow this for long, however, as he pulled his hand away. Blaine growled in frustration. Kurt’s teasing was now getting painful, and Blaine didn’t know how much more of it he could take before he exploded.

“We have two options, Blaine,” Kurt said. He gently ran his hand along Blaine’s abs, feeling the muscles that had become more defined in the last couple of weeks. Blaine whimpered as he stared up at Kurt. “One, you can be quiet and you will be rewarded by getting to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to move,” Kurt paused to walk to fingers up Blaine’s abs to his chest, then ran his fingers through Blaine’s chest hair, “Or you can be a whiny little boy and I’ll fuck your mouth to shut you up, and leave you to take care of yourself.”

Blaine whimpered at the thought of both of those options, but then snapped his mouth shut because really…he much preferred fucking Kurt to having to take care of himself. He just nodded once to Kurt and watched, straining to remain silent as his lover moved up and straddled his waist, leaning over to kiss him gently.

“That’s a good boy,” Kurt whispered against his lips. He moved in to deepen the kiss, his tongue swiping across Blaine’s mouth, moaning into it as he tasted everything delicious that was Blaine. Kurt reached down to run his hands along Blaine’s arms, feeling the smooth lines of his biceps. “You are so hot,” Kurt mumbled as he pressed softly kisses along Blaine’s jaw. Blaine didn’t know if he meant it in the literal sense because Blaine’s skin felt like it was literally on fire, or just that he was sexy as hell, because yeah, Blaine knew that too.

“Ungh…Kurt…” Blaine moaned as Kurt’s lips attached themselves to the sensitive skin beneath his ear. He felt Kurt pinch his arm and he snapped his jaw shut once more, remembering to be quiet. He writhed beneath Kurt, every lick and suck of Kurt’s mouth on Blaine’s skin making pleasure thrum through his body and his cock ache for attention.

Finally, finally, Kurt pulled away and reached for a bottle of lube. He handed it to Blaine, then rolled over and got on his hands and knees, his ass up in the air.

“Fuck me, Blaine,” Kurt commanded. Blaine nodded rather enthusiastically, then scrambled to his knees, simultaneously squirting lube onto his fingers and spreading it around. He wasted no time in working one finger into Kurt, thrusting it in and out only to find that Kurt opened easily for him.

“You…”

“Stretched myself when I was in the bathroom half an hour ago. I figured it couldn’t hurt,” Kurt panted, feeling a high keening building in his chest as another finger was added and they worked him open. Then Blaine crooked both fingers in just the right way and Kurt let out a little cry of pleasure at the feel of Blaine’s fingers rubbing against the nub of his prostate. “Blaine! Ah, fuck me!”

Blaine smirked, his actions driven by his painfully throbbing cock. He worked a third finger into Kurt, thrust them in and out a few times, then deemed him ready before he went to work covering his cock with lube. The touch of his hand was a great relief, but Blaine felt the anticipation building for something better and as soon as he was completely covered, he lined the head of his cock up with Kurt’s entrance and slid in, all in one quick thrust.

Kurt cried out as Blaine filled him easily in one stroke. Blaine gripped Kurt’s hips, pulling them together. He ran his hand gently over the soft skin of Kurt’s back, stretched over muscles taut from the pleasure. Just when Blaine didn’t think he could take staying still inside that tight heat that surrounded his cock, Kurt gave his ok for him to move.

Wasting no time, Blaine gripped Kurt’s hip with one hand and his shoulder with the other, thanking any deities out there that Kurt happened to be very flexible, and began to thrust. His first couple of thrusts were slow and hard, getting Kurt used to the feeling, but it didn’t take long before his own maddening desire swept through him, driving his hips to thrust harder and harder into Kurt, pounding into him. He let out a deep growl as he leaned over Kurt, his chest against Kurt’s back, listening to the moans and cries of pleasure that escaped Kurt’s lips as Blaine thrust into him harder and harder yet.

Blaine shifted a bit mid thrust so that his cock brushed against Kurt’s prostate with every thrust, earning him a delightful scream of pleasure in return. He wrapped his arm around Kurt’s waist, his palm flat against Kurt’s stomach for leverage as he continued his relentless movements. It was so hot and tight around him and Kurt’s muscles kept squeezing him, making it tighter and driving him to thrust faster.

All time he’d spent with his cock aching within the confines of those awful jeans was worth it for this. He slid his hand down Kurt’s stomach, wrapping his hand around Kurt’s cock and stroking it roughly in time with his thrusts. Blaine let out an animalistic growl as let himself go, getting completely lost in the pleasure and the sweet, tight, hot friction against his cock. His whole body tingled with pleasure, his skin nothing but white on pin pricks of desire as beads of sweat dripped down his olive skin. Gritting his teeth and letting his forehead fall onto the back of Kurt’s shoulder, he picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster than he ever had before.

“Nugh…Kurt…fuck…” Blaine groaned as he stroked Kurt faster, wanting Kurt to come first.

“Ah…ah! Blaine!” Kurt cried out suddenly, coming without warning and spilling all over Blaine’s hands, his stomach, and the sheets. His muscles clenched around Blaine’s cock and unable to hold out much longer, Blaine followed quickly. His body shuddered at the intensity of his orgasm, pleasure shooting through him in waves as his hips stuttered forward. His body pulsed as it seemed to drag on forever. At last, when it finally seemed to end, Blaine pulled out and collapsed beside Kurt, barely stayed away long enough for Kurt to lean over and kiss him before settling beside him, both of them falling asleep almost instantly.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Ten: Stand By You
Scene 1

(INT. Bathroom. Focus on the bathtub, candles lit around it. Other than that, the room is completely dark and silent. The bathtub is piled high with bubbles, and in it, Chris is lying back against Darren’s chest, his eyes closed. Darren’s eyes are open, and he staring down at Chris.)

DARREN
(Breaking the silence) I’m going to die waiting for those stupid test results.

CHRIS
(chuckles) Tell me about it. I’m getting carpal tunnel.

DARREN
(Presses a kiss to Chris’s shoulder.) Do you think we’ll ever get a break?

CHRIS
No. Probably not. What more can life throw at us? We’ve survived pregnant ex-girlfriends, tragic deaths, homophobic attacks, and now murder accusations. We get passed the release of my movie and the trial for the lawsuit, then I think it will be set in stone.

DARREN
What will be?

CHRIS
Us. Together.

DARREN
Chris Colfer are you proposing to me?

CHRIS
(laughs) No. Not quite.

DARREN
Good. (kisses Chris’s neck softly) Because I want to do that.

CHRIS
So you’re proposing to me?

DARREN
No. Not quite.

(Chris laughs and sits up, turning to look at Darren. He leans forward and kisses him softly, then runs his hand down Darren’s arm.)

CHRIS
You’re so muscular. I think you should stay this way.

DARREN
(laughs lowly) You like that, baby?

CHRIS
Love it.

(Chris leans in for another kiss, and the scene fades out.)

. ~ .~ .

Episode Ten: Stand By You
Scene 3

(INT. Living room. Darren is on the phone with papers spread out in front of him. He’s listening intently to the phone, and doesn’t notice Ashley approach until she drops the little black ring box in front of him. He looks up at her with raised eyebrows.)

DARREN
(to the person on the phone) Yeah, um…can I call you back in a few minutes? I have something I gotta do real quick. (hangs up the phone and sets it down, reaching forward for the ring, making sure it’s still in place) Where’d you get this?

ASHLEY
You really have to be more careful about where you leave your things, Curly Q. It was just sitting there in plain sight and I know a certain curious Christopher who could’ve spotted it just as easily as I did.

DARREN
It was in my dresser drawer.

ASHLEY
Which he could’ve easily gone searching through.

DARREN
But…why were you looking in my sock drawer?

ASHLEY
Curiosity. But that’s not the point. When are you planning on proposing?

DARREN
When I’m ready. (takes the ring and puts it into his pocket.)

ASHLEY
Look, hair boy, you’re planning on proposing to my boy Chrissy. I want to know when so I don’t have to be here to hear his extremely high pitched screams followed by the incessant moaning of you to having happy happy gay sex to celebrate your engagement.

DARREN
I’ll tell you when the time comes. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m attempting to salvage my potential music career, although now no one is interested because of the so called bad publicity.

ASHLEY
What? That’s bull crap. With the following you got when you were locked up, you’ll sell a million albums.

DARREN
No one seems to see it that way.

ASHLEY
Well if you can’t join ‘em, fuck ‘em.

DARREN
Ash…

ASHLEY
Dare…look. Long story short is I have a cousin who own a recording studio. With the money you get from your lawsuit, because you will get something, you can record and distribute your own album and show those asshole executive types what they missed out on by not signing you.

DARREN
That’s…actually a really good idea.

ASHLEY
I’ve been known to have them occasionally. And I think you should let me help you.

DARREN
And why would I do that?

ASHLEY
Because I want to.

DARREN
And if I don’t?

ASHLEY
I tell Chrissy about what I found in your sock drawer today.

DARREN
You play a tough game. But you got yourself a deal.

ASHLEY
Excellent.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Ten: Stand By You
Scene 5

(INT. Doctor’s office waiting room. Darren looks nervous while Chris flips through a magazine casually.)

DARREN
How are you so fucking calm?

CHRIS
Why are you so nervous?

DARREN
They calmed me and told me to come here instead of just mailing the results to me. This can’t be good. There has to be something that needs explaining.

CHRIS
Dare. You’re going to be fine. I promise.

DARREN
If I have AIDS or something, I won’t blame you for leaving me.

CHRIS
You won’t have AIDS just from sharing a room with the guy. Something gross and potentially visible, sure, but probably nothing life threatening.

DARREN
If it is, I want you to leave me.

CHRIS
Darren. There is nothing wrong with you. I promise the tests will all be negative. And even if they aren’t, I won’t leave you. It’s not like any of this is your fault. Whatever happens, I’ll stand by you.

DARREN
Hold my hand.

(Chris sets the magazine aside and grasps Darren’s hand, squeezing it tight.)

CHRIS
You’ll be fine.

(A nurse steps into the room holding a chart.)

NURSE
Darren Criss?

(Darren stands and Chris follows close behind. They head down a narrow hallway and into a room where Darren is instructed to sit on the bed. Chris stands by his side as the nurse smiles comfortingly.)

NURSE
The doctor will be right with you.

(She leaves and the room is quiet.)

DARREN
This could not get any worse.

CHRIS
Yes it could. Now just relax.

DARREN
Easier said than done.

CHRIS
Just remember, I love you no matter what.

(The door opens and a man in a white coat comes in, classes perched on the end of his nose as he looks at a chart.)

DOCTOR
Well, Mr. Criss, I’ve got the results of your testing right here.

DARREN
What do they say?

DOCTOR
It’s your lucky day. Everything came back negative.

DARREN
Oh thank God.

DOCTOR
Other than a little high blood pressure given the stress you’ve been under, you’re as healthy as can be expected.

CHRIS
That’s great news. (turns to Darren) See. Didn’t I tell you everything would be fine?

DARREN
(genuinely smiling for the first time in a while) Yeah. Everything is fine.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Ten: Stand By You
Scene 7

(INT. Chris and Darren’s bedroom. Darren is kneeling between Chris’s legs, kissing along his jaw softly)

DARREN
Fuck. I thought I’d never get to do this again.

CHRIS
So then shut up and do it.

DARREN
You’re so beautiful. So perfect.

(Kisses his way down to Chris’s chest, running his hands along his bare sides.)

CHRIS
Come on, Dare…need you.

DARREN
Love you. So much.

(Chris runs his hands along Darren’s chest, his hand disappearing under the sheets. Darren moans softly and moves his hips, their movements gentle and loving.)

CHRIS
Love you too.

(Chris lets out a moan and grabs at Darren’s arms.)

CHRIS
Fuck…Darren…more! Don’t stop…

(They moan together, holding each other close. Darren leans into Chris’s mouth for one more kiss, then the scene fades black.)