Blaine lost sight of Kurt in the crowd after that. His own country left to enter the stadium proper, and make their lap around to join the rest of the athletes. Underneath the bright lights Blaine lost track of time. The crowd in the stands was roaring almost as loud as the music being blared throughout the stadium.

Sebastian had disappeared into their group, presumably to stand with his team, but Puck was still at Blaine's side, completely hyped and distracted, but there. Blaine applauded politely as the last few countries trickled in and lined up behind them, and then an incredible roar swept across the stadium. Even though Blaine couldn't hear the announcer he knew that meant Great Britain's athletes had finally entered the stadium.

Blaine ducked around Puck's waving arms, and watched the Brits enter, hoping to find Kurt in the crowd. He wasn't too surprised when he didn't, though. There were almost six hundred athletes for the host country, even more than Blaine's own. Amongst the blinding white uniforms with little strips of gold Blaine couldn't make the other man out amongst the horde.

Slightly disappointed, Blaine stepped back into the United States crowd, and enjoyed what was left of the opening ceremony.

Saturday Blaine didn't have a chance to explore around Olympic Park to figure out which building Great Britain was housed in. At dawn he and Puck were up and at the ring, training well into the afternoon when their time slot ended. He was quite glad to be shot of his fellow boxer when three o'clock hit. All day Puck had continued to mention "the sexy Brit" and all of the sexual things Blaine should plan to do with him, then he went on to talk about everything he was going to do with some hot Russian girl he'd met after the ceremony the night before.

"You should see her tits, dude," Puck said ecstatically as they trekked into the locker room to collect their things. "I mean, just, damn. Just like that sexy Brit's cock is gonna be for you, I bet."

Blaine gritted his teeth, tugged his locker door open, snatched up his bag and slammed it closed. Puck jumped slightly at the echoing bang, and so did the Chinese team that had just entered the room.

"Would you stop going on about him?" Blaine growled. "Even if we, yanno," Blaine lowered his voice conspiratorially as the Chinese men continued to eye them cautiously. He didn't know if any of them were fluent in English, but he'd rather not risk outing himself if they were in any way homophobic. "Did that, I'd still have to find him, Puck. Do you realize how hard that's going to be when I don't even know which sport he's he for?"

"Internet," Puck decided, pulling a towel out of his locker and smacking Blaine in the face with it. "Everything about all of us is on there."

Blaine stared as Puck poked him in the chest pointedly. "Look him up on the Olympics site, then go find him so you two can hump each other to death. Just imagine how much more pleasant my stay in London is going to be if I get to fall asleep to the sound of you and him fucking."

"We're not doing that with you in t– "

"Oh, so you are going to fuck him," Puck declared happily. "You better find someone to fuck, cause it's not gonna be me. I think you're gonna get really pissed if you're stuck listening to me and Russie go at it for two weeks. Besides, they're basically asking us to have sex with that tote of condoms they left in the room."

"Please, she'll dump you by Wednesday," Blaine snorted, and ignored the last part of Puck's words. He, like the majority of the other athletes, knew how notorious the Olympics were when it came to participants having one night stands. Puck shrugged carelessly and started to yank his tank top off. "What time is your match tonight?"

"Doesn't matter," Puck answered immediately. "You won't be there, because you are going to be getting the flaming Brit naked in our room."

"Really?" Blaine demanded. "How many ridiculous adjectives are you going to put in front of Brit before I have you beat you?"

Puck grinned widely as Blaine glared at him, then whistled low. "I feel sorry for the dude that's gotta fight you tomorrow. You're going to be so pissed off by then, especially if you don't get that cock up your a– "

"And I'm gone," Blaine cut in loudly. He did however pause to clap hands with Puck. "Good luck tonight, man."

"Don't need it," Puck said confidently. "Already won this shit."

Blaine snorted again. "Yeah, sure. That's what you said right before I kicked your ass last week."

"That didn't count!" Puck snapped. "I was drunk– "

"So was I," Blaine reminded him. "Much more than you were."

Puck glared angrily at him, pouting slightly. "You only won because I didn't want to risk breaking you in half."

"Right," Blaine said, heading towards the exit. "See you tonight."

Puck nodded and ducked away into the next room that was lined with showers. Blaine took his time heading from the arena to Olympic Park several blocks north. There were hundreds of people wandering around the designated area for all Olympic events, and while there were a lot of competitors, most of them were tourists. Blaine was glad that they'd all had the day before the opening ceremony to get acquainted with their surrounding and the easiest and quietest route to and from particular places.

He broke away from the crowd down a side path that twisted and turned up through a beautiful space where a large garden had been set up. After a few minutes he reached the gates for the athletes' housing, scanned his badge, and headed in. As he passed by the other buildings, some teeming with large groups of laughing men and women, and others silent, Blaine wondered which one Kurt was staying in. If perhaps the attractive man that had caught his eye was only yards away from him, maybe sleeping or laughing or putting his own tote bag of condoms to use.

Blushing at the thought, Blaine tightened his grip on his bag's strap and paused to watch the game of Frisbee going on in the courtyard between the seven buildings. There was a large group, mostly men, all shirtless and sweaty, hopping around and tossing the little purple disc between themselves. It was only when a trail of drool coursed down Blaine's chin that he blinked and turned away. Why did all of these athletes have to be so physically attractive and fit? How was he supposed to focus with all of these gorgeous men running around?

As discretely as he could Blaine adjusted his shorts, shifting his throbbing erection so that it stopped tenting his shorts and instead ran under the waistband of his boxer- briefs.

"Americans really have no tact," said a high voice behind him.

Blaine's heart leapt into his throat, and his cock pulsed harder. It seemed that tracking down Kurt wasn't going to be a problem after all.

Kurt's hand gently squeezed his shoulder, and Blaine had to bite his lip to hold in his moan of longing. It really had been too long. His entire life back home was nothing but training and competitions since he'd finished college a few years ago.

"H- hi," Blaine greeted, his voice coming out high and strained. His cock throbbed again and pushed harder against the waistband of his shorts.

Kurt smiled softly, and stared down at him. Then his eyes followed the line of Blaine's body and paused at his waist. One side of Kurt's mouth pulled up a little and Blaine's face burned.

"I don't recall tents being allowed in the courtyard," Kurt remarked, his hand sliding up Blaine's shoulder to his cheek. He stroked Blaine's jaw for a few seconds. "I imagine tents are more than welcome in the rooms."

"I um, "Blaine gulped loudly, feeling ridiculous because of how out of practice he was at flirting, of all things. "I prefer pillow forts."

Kurt grinned now, ran his hand through Blaine's sweaty curls and tugged gently on one. This time Blaine wasn't quick enough to bite his lip. He moaned low in his throat as the heat spreading through his heat intensified.

"You're quite cute, you know," Kurt said casually. "Unbelievably sexy when you don't make silly comments."

Still blushing, Blaine smiled bashfully, his throat feeling as tight as his boxer-briefs. Even if he'd known the words to say next, he wouldn't have trusted himself to speak. For being so in shape and practiced at his sport, he was suddenly realizing how little he remembered from the world of dating. Instead he let Kurt move in a little closer, his arm curling around Blaine's waist as Blaine kept his eyes on the Frisbee group.

"So," Kurt said slowly, looking over at the Frisbee group as well. "I don't know how it went down in your building, but we all got totes full of little British flag and Olympic condoms... "

"Wh– oh, yeah," Blaine acknowledged, stomaching clenching pleasantly as Kurt's thumb started to rub over his hip. "We d- did too."

"Yeah?" Kurt said, sounding like he wanted to either laugh or smack Blaine. A little confused Blaine glanced over and found Kurt's eyebrows raised slightly as he gave Blaine a significant look. "What do you say we test one out?" Kurt offered when Blaine still didn't speak up. "Help you out with your problem."

"Oh!" Blaine said, feeling a little stupid for not realizing exactly why Kurt was all over him. Of course, he really should have figured it out, maybe it was the intense workout from the morning that was slowing his brain down – or all of the blood normally used their pounding its way south."Yeah, we, uh, we could do that," Blaine agreed, heart thudding. "My roommate won't be back until late."

"Maybe we'll get a chance to let me try one out, too?" Kurt questioned, sounding hopeful. At his words Blaine glanced down to Kurt's waist, but his Great Britain jacket was just long enough to cover him to mid-thigh.

Feeling jumpy Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and led him over to the building in the back left corner. There was a short information exchange at the front desk with the security guard and then Blaine was dragging Kurt down the left hall to the elevator, practically panting at the thought of what they were about to do together.

A large group of women exited the lift, looking nervous but excited. Blaine assumed they were headed off to one of their competitions, but he really didn't care as long as they got out of him way. As soon as the last women exited Blaine charged into the elevator, Kurt's hands clutching his hips tightly as he slammed his hand on the number seven and then the button that would close the door.

There was a desperate call of "Wait, hold the door!" but Blaine almost didn't hear it because Kurt had spun him around and pressed him up against the side of the lift. Hips slotting together frantically, Blaine had a split second to breathe deeply before Kurt's mouth slammed against his, sucking and biting hungrily. The door slid closed completely, and an angry fist pounded against the opposite side for a moment before they started moving.

"Mmm, you taste good," Kurt rasped, shifting his hips a little until the thick outlines of their erections pressed together.

Groaning deeply into Kurt's mouth, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and used his foot to push them off the back wall until he had Kurt pinned against the panel of buttons. He heard several clicks and beeps as he nipped at Kurt's lips and pushed his hands under the hem of Kurt's jacket.

"Need to– want to fuck you," Blaine growled, his erection throbbing to an almost painful degree as Kurt's hands tangled into his curls.

Blaine attached his mouth to Kurt's neck, sucking and biting roughly as their hips started to roll against each other. His head fell back as he felt the hard pulse of Kurt's cock against his through the thin fabric of their pants. Kurt's lips closed over his jaw, licking softly before his teeth scraped Blaine's stubble.

"Mmm, are you going to fuck me hard?" Kurt whispered, his breath tickling Blaine's cheek as Blaine thrust his hips forward roughly. "Yeah?" Kurt murmured, gently sucking Blaine's earlobe into his mouth and then releasing it with a faint, wet pop. "You better. I like it rough."

Even as Kurt spoke Blaine's hands, which had been roaming over the warm muscles under Kurt's jacket pulled out and then started frantically working on the zipper that was keeping Kurt's no doubt gorgeous body from Blaine's mouth.

They stumbled around the elevator as Blaine pulled Kurt's jacket open and Kurt slid his hands down the back of Blaine's shorts. Blaine whined loudly as Kurt's hands gripped his ass tightly, his own hands pushing Kurt's jacket apart enough for him to finally reveal the smooth, muscular expanse of Kurt's chest and stomach.

He'd never had a spur of the moment encounter like this, and he'd certainly never had another man with a physique as impressive as his own.

"Jesus, fuck," Blaine moaned. He immediately dropped his mouth to Kurt's collarbone as his thumbs started rubbing over Kurt's nipples.

Kurt gasped, his harsh breathing echoing around them loudly as Blaine's mouth continued to suck over Kurt's collarbone. Suddenly the door behind them swooshed open, too soon Blaine was sure. For a split second they broke apart, Blaine glancing at the number displayed over the hallway beyond and Kurt letting his head fall back against the metal panel Blaine was pressing him against.

There was a gasp from the hallway, then a catcall that echoed over towards them.

Sebastian's voice rang out excitedly as the door started to slide closed once more. "Hell, yes! Get some, Anderson!"

The door closed and they started moving upwards again. Blaine traced his hands up and down Kurt's sides carefully, then dropped down to his knees and dragged his tongue over the smooth skin of Kurt's navel. A faint groan greeted his ears and Kurt's hands twisted more forcefully into his curls as Blaine sucked at the sweet skin.

"Fuck, you're going to be fantastic at this, aren't you?" Kurt panted, his hips jerking as Blaine's hand ran down his waistband, brushed over his cock, and then dipped between his thighs and squeezed his balls.

Blaine's entire body was thrumming with tension and need as the door dinged open once more.

"Seventh landing, right?" Kurt gasped, his hands dragging a reluctant Blaine back up to his feet.

Blaine stumbled slightly as Kurt pulled him out of the lift and into the corridor.

"Lead the way," Kurt breathed, stepping behind Blaine and wrapping his arms tightly around Blaine's chest from behind and grounding his cock against Blaine's ass.

Stumbling and waddling because of the hard-on straining against his shorts and the firm grip of Kurt's arms around his waist, Blaine led them down the hallway, past open doors and other American athletes he'd come to know rather well. Half way down the hall he turned left down a short, dead end hallway, fumbling for the keycard on the lanyard around his neck.

Kurt's hot breath was seeping into the flushed skin of Blaine's neck as he yanked the lanyard off and jammed the card into the slot. The light flashed green and the door clicked open as he stuffed the card into his pocket not a moment too soon. One of Kurt's hands had let go of his waist and turned the handle, shoved the door open and then pushed Blaine inside the dim room.

Blaine heard the door slam closed behind him, and then the distinct sound of a pair of sneakers being kicked off. He toed out of his own just in time for Kurt to latch back onto him hungrily, lips slotting against Blaine's with a desperate kind of need. For several minutes they struggled against each other, tongues tangled and moving fiercely together as their hips met once more.

"Fuck me against the wall," Kurt growled. "God, please, fuck me, Blaine."

It was the first time Kurt had ever called him by name, but the sound of his name on those lips, sounding so husky and unique with the pitch and accent of Kurt's voice, made his stomach tighten up and his eyes start to roll back into his head. With a grunt he pushed harder against Kurt until he had the other man pressed against the door to stabilize the shaking in his limbs.

There was a furious rush to remove Kurt's clothing. Blaine shoved his British jacket off his shoulders, letting it pool around Kurt's ankles as Kurt pulled at the drawstring on his pants and pushed them down his hips, groaning weakly as the fabric pulled at his Speedo.

Blaine paused for a second, giving himself time to take in Kurt's physique; his broad shoulders, the well defined muscles of his arms and chest, the hard, solid abdomen, and –

A deep groan escaped Blaine's mouth as his eyes traveled farther down to where Kurt's erection was peaking over the waistband of the tiny Speedo he was clad in. He could feel his mouth starting to water at the sight and quickly leapt across his own bed to the little dresser set up between his and Puck's. He dug out one of the many bottles of lube Puck had brought along, and a condom packet decorated with the British flag.

Kurt was fisting his cock when Blaine turned back around, looking strung out, sweaty, and desperate.

"Hurry up," Kurt demanded, shoving his Speedo down another few inches so that his balls were freed. He stroked his entire length roughly as Blaine rushed back over, dropped the condom and lube onto the ground by Kurt's feet and then settled down in front of Kurt on his knees.

Kurt's breathing was shallow as Blaine removed Kurt's hands from his erection, which bobbed slightly and then leveled out, angling out next to Blaine's cheek. He placed Kurt's palms flat against the door, staring intently up into Kurt's bright, lustful eyes as he brought his hands back in to Kurt's hips, lightly tracing his fingertips over the heated skin as Kurt jerked and panted against the door.

He might not remember much about how dating and flirting worked, but he definitely remembered this.

His hands captured Kurt's hips, using his years of strength training to press Kurt's ass against the door and hold him still. Blaine leaned in, trying to control his own breathing as Kurt's cock, the head covered in pre-come, twitched against his neck and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to Kurt's navel.

Above him Kurt arched against the door, his legs kicking slightly as his hips tried to thrust forward, but Blaine managed to hold him firmly in place as his tongue started to lap over Kurt's navel and hips, slowly moving down to the top of his thighs and then in.

As Blaine's mouth neared Kurt's cock he slowed his pace, circling up and around where Kurt really wanted him to be. Kurt's hands ended up tangled in his curls once more, trying desperately to force his mouth toward his cock.

"Fuck, Blaine," Kurt growled in exasperation, his hips trying unsuccessfully to escape Blaine's hold. "Just– "

A loud cry echoed around the room as Blaine sucked teasing over the side of Kurt's cock and then pulled back. "What?" Blaine laughed, blowing his hot breath over the wet patch and making Kurt's hips jerk helplessly against the door. "Do you want me to suck your cock?"

"Fuck," Kurt grunted, "get your mouth on my dick!"

Blaine grinned, pressing his smile against the length of Kurt's cock and letting the tip of his tongue flicker out briefly. His hands loosened their tight grip and circled around to the swell of Kurt's muscular ass, taking his cheeks into his hands and rolling them.

"Would you just– guh!"

His mouth sunk quickly down Kurt's erection, wet and hot as Kurt's hips jerked in his hold. It took Blaine a moment to remember how to control his gag reflex as Kurt's cock slipped into his throat and then farther down until his nose met Kurt's navel. Eyes watering slightly as he swallowed around Kurt, and spit starting to trickle down his chin, Blaine slowly eased his mouth back, leaving Kurt's cock glistening with his spit as he grappled for the lube bottle he'd left on the floor.

His left hand closed over the cool bottle as his right fingers dragged around Kurt's thigh, brushing under Kurt's ball sack, and then over his perineum to his hole. Kurt groaned as Blaine's fingers circled his rim slowly while his mouth continued to move along Kurt's cock.

"Just slid in and fuck me already," Kurt mumbled pleadingly. "B- been too long."

Kurt's words sent a jolt of anticipation and heat surging through Blaine's body. His own cock throbbed in his shorts, and he suddenly realized how very over dressed he was in comparison to Kurt, who only had his Speedo around his ankles. Quickly he coated the fingers of his right hand in lube, took a few moments to warm them and then dipped his fingers back in between the halves of Kurt's ass, tracing around his hole as Kurt's breath hitched.

"Holy– just slick me up enough to– "Kurt cut off with a moan as Blaine thrust a finger inside of him, pushing through the ring of muscles and groaning himself as he felt the heat and tight clench of Kurt around him.

"You're going to feel so good," Blaine panted, continuing to work his finger in and out of Kurt's ass, dropping his mouth back down to Kurt's cock and sucking the head gently.

Kurt made a series of incoherent noises in the back of his throat as Blaine continued to bob his head along Kurt's erection and slid a second finger inside of him. As Kurt's muscles tightened around Blaine's fingers at the intrusion, Blaine stilled his hand and mouth, groaning around Kurt's cock at the thought that his cock would be inside of that soon.

He started to scissor his fingers apart, carefully stretching Kurt's hole wider as Kurt's hips started to work with the rhythm of his fingers. Kurt was grinding himself down onto Blaine's fingers as Blaine dropped his forehead onto Kurt's hip and groaned.

"Can you– I j- just– fuck," Blaine babbled, his cock and stomach aching in frantic need. "Are you g- good?"

Kurt continued to rock himself down onto Blaine's fingers, panting and sighing happily. "Depends on what you're giving me to work with," Kurt answered, turning his gaze down to Blaine, who immediately forced a third finger in, twisting and thrusting them roughly as Kurt gasped above him. "T- think that highly of y- yourself, do you?"

Kurt gave a soft cry as Blaine scissored all three of his fingers apart a second later, holding them like that for a few moments until Kurt's muscles relaxed around him. He brought his fingers together once more, pulling them out and then groaning in relief when they easily slid back in.

"Finally," Blaine rasped, letting his fingers slip out as he fumbled for the condom and lube and let Kurt tug him to his feet.

"Naked," Kurt insisted, grabbing the shoulders of Blaine's tank top and pulling roughly. "Need your skin against mine."

Blaine readily agreed, letting Kurt pulled his tank top over his head. He shakily torn the condom packet open as Kurt snatched the lube bottle from him and started to coat one of his hands. However as he tugged the condom free and caught sight of it he couldn't help but laugh.

"Did they really– "

Kurt looked down as well and snorted at the green condom. "Guess we'll have to open a few more to find out if the other rings are included."

They both laughed, the sound slightly breathless and husky as Blaine shimmied out of his shorts and boxer-briefs, sighing in relief as his erection sprung free and knocked against Kurt's. They both whimpered at the contact, their hips slamming together as their mouths met in a sloppy, furious kiss.

"In," Kurt rasped against his lips. "Need you inside me."

With fumbling fingers Blaine lined his cock up with the condom as Kurt continued to kiss his cheeks, jaw, and neck. He rolled it down himself as their chests rubbed together and Kurt's lubed hand slid down between them and took hold of Blaine's erection.

Blaine's head dropped into the crook of Kurt's neck as his hips jerked and Kurt slicked him up.

"I guess three fingers was a good idea," Kurt whispered, working his hand along Blaine's cock a few more times before he wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, pressed his shoulders hard into the door, and hooked his legs around Blaine's hips. "Mmm, fuck me."

Forehead still pressed against Kurt's shoulder, Blaine brought his hands up to Kurt's ass, raising him up a little more with his right hand and then quickly aligning his cock with Kurt's entrance. Kurt hissed faintly as the head of Blaine's cock lined up with him and started to slid in. Then Kurt did something Blaine, who had planned to push it slowly, hadn't expected. He gripped Blaine's shoulders tightly arched his back and rolled his hips down, letting Blaine's cock sink into him.

Blaine's mouth fell open against Kurt's shoulder, his hips spasming as the tightness of Kurt's ass clenched around him. Kurt's legs settled back around his waist, and his arms wrapped tightly around Blaine's neck with a pleased sigh as Blaine finally let out the whine clawing up his throat.

Kurt laughed at the sound and nibbled on Blaine's ear. "Been a long time for you, too, yeah?"

"C- couple years or so," Blaine gasped, his hips still jerking at the pleasure coursing through him. "Fuck, I forgot how good this feels."

"Don't come just yet," Kurt told him lightly. "It's been a while for me, too, so I'd like to get a little something out of this as well."

Blaine laughed now, deep and rich, finally lifting his head and pressing a kiss to Kurt's jaw line. "I've been training to be an Olympian since I was twelve. I think I've got the stamina thing covered."

"Is that a challenge?" Kurt demanded, but his question never got answered. Blaine pulled his hips back slowly, then thrust back into Kurt, both of them moaning long and low at the sensation.

Hips pulling back again, Blaine bit down on Kurt's shoulder to stop himself from whining loudly at how incredible it felt to be where he was right now. It had been so long he couldn't even recall whether he'd top or bottomed during his last sexual encounter or even what color the other man's hair had been.

Blaine rocked his hips back up, his hips smacking against the undersides of Kurt's thighs. Kurt's body jerked up the door a few inches, one of his hands clawing desperately for a hold on the wall. A muffled moan escaped Blaine as he started working his hips faster, releasing the hold of his teeth on Kurt's sweaty skin and instead gasping against Kurt's neck as he Kurt finally found a hold.

The curtain rod over the window rattled loudly as Kurt clutched it, holding himself steadier as Blaine's hips slapped wetly against him. Once Blaine was certain that Kurt had a good grip he took one of the hands he was using to support some of Kurt's weight off the other man's ass and forced it between their stomachs, wrapping his fingers around Kurt's cock and starting to stroke him. He slowed his hips some, thrusting deeply and turning his head up until he could murmur in Kurt's ear.

"Tell me where it feels good," Blaine requested, groaning faintly. "Want you to come around me."

He ended on a grunt, his hips jerking hard as Kurt's muscles squeezed him tightly. Kurt, panting loudly and shifting his grip on the curtain rod, arched his back and gripped Blaine's waist more firmly with his legs. Blaine rolled his hips, only pulling back a few inches before pushing back in. A pleased keen broke past Kurt's lips, and Blaine quickly moved his hips in the same motion again.

"Oh, there, right there," Kurt rasped, rolling his hips slightly. "So good."

Without another thought, Blaine let himself go, stopped thinking and just started moving, focusing only on the incredible, encouraging noises Kurt was making and the racing of his own blood. His hips pounded upwards relentlessly, knocking piercing gasps and cries from Kurt's mouth as the sound of their flesh smacking together echoed around the room and into the corridor beyond. He wasn't even aware of the grunts and exhilarated shouts escaping his own mouth until his throat began too scratchy and dry for him to do anything more than gasp weakly.

Hand still moving frantically along Kurt's cock, he tightened his grip and twisted his wrist on the upstroke, eliciting a long, high moan from Kurt, who's body arched off the door and started to tense.

"Come," Blaine demanded in his ear, jerking his hips harder, feeling his ball sack slap against Kurt's ass. "Fuck, come around me."

Kurt keened once more as Blaine's hips slammed into him, his breath catching as his body tensed even more, and then a cry was torn from his throat as Blaine felt Kurt's muscles clench around him.

"Fuck!" Kurt swore as his cock twitched in Blaine's fist and come dribbled down onto Blaine's fingers. "Blaine– "

Kurt's words dissolved into a whimpering groan as Blaine thrust once more into the contracting heat his stomach drawn up so tight it was almost painful. For a moment his lungs refused to exhale as a surge of ecstasy shot through him, exploding along his limbs and through his torso, down to his cock. Gasping loudly as he started come, Blaine almost collapsed to the floor, toes curling from the pleasure swirling through him as his legs shook and his hips continued to stutter as he came.

Blaine sunk against Kurt's sweaty chest, the other man's muscles twitching under his skin as Kurt's pulled himself up enough to slide off Blaine's cock. He unwrapped his legs from Blaine's waist and the two of them, trembling and panting, dropped to the floor.

Feeling sleepy and heavy-limbed Blaine let Kurt pull him against his chest, his head resting on Kurt's shoulder as they slowly gained control over their breathing.

"Shit," Kurt rasped, his voice thick and several octaves deeper. "That was– fuck... "

Blaine grunted his agreement, letting his eyes drift shut. Kurt shook him roughly though, and pushed him off his chest.

"No, mate," Kurt said. "Gotta get to the bed, then sleep."

Blaine groaned in protest, not wanting to move an inch now that his body was satiated, but he and Kurt helped each other to their feet. Together they stumbled the five feet to his bed and collapsed once more, tangled together and sighing happily.

"More later?" Blaine asked hopefully, ending on a wide yawn. He reached down and yanked the condom of his softening cock, tossing it towards the door and then burying his face against Kurt's neck.

Kurt tugged one of the pillows down and tucked it under his head. "Mmm, yeah. Got to see what color I get."

"Kay," Blaine agreed quietly, his mind going hazy as he closed his eyes once more and drifted off into a pleasant sleep.