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It's been a hard day's night, and I've been workin' like a dog. It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleepin' like a long. But when I get home to you, I find the things that you do make me feel alright. You know I work all day...

"Blaine! There's a spot right there!" Kurt shouted over the latest Beatles' hit Blaine had been blasting on the station-wagon's radio. It definitely was hard to compete with John Lennon due to Blaine's massive crush on the Beatle but Kurt wasn't going to let a recordingof Lennon get in the way of finding a parking spot. And who was Kurt to stop Blaine from happily bouncing around in the passenger's seat to the song?

"Oh, killer!"

Kurt swerved the car quickly to the right, throwing dust and gravel up in the air and came to a lurching halt as he threw on the breaks. "Wow, this is a sweet view to the screen as long as no one parks in front of us."

And it's worth it just to hear you say, you're gonna give me everything. So why on earth should I moan, 'cause when I get you alone, you know, I feel okay...

"Blaine, can you shut that off? I can hardly hear you!"

"Mmm, damn, but he's so sexy, Kurt. Just listen to him, babe."

"I know, I know. His voice is raspy and gorgeous, I know. I've been dating you for a year now, remember? Although, I can't remember why..."

After turning the volume down slightly, Blaine turned to his boyfriend and tapped Kurt's nose with his finger, "Because you love me and because I love you more than I love John Lennon." Blaine smiled and gave Kurt a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Kurt's breath hitched at the sudden closeness of the other boy but wasn't about to just start making out in the front of Blaine's parent's car even though another part of him twitched; pleading with him to go for it.

"So what's this movie again?" Kurt asked, pulling up the collar of his leather jacket, trying to act natural.

Blaine slumped back in his chair, "Uhhh, I think...Bikini Beach! Jeff told me it was about a millionaire wanting to turn a beach into a retirement home because he thought the teenagers at the beach were too obsessed with sex and it was 'ungodly'."

"Well, thatdefinitely sounds like a gas," Kurt stated with heavy sarcasm, trying not to concentrate on how Blaine's voice caught on 'sex'. Had it really been this long since they'd been alone together? "This place could get really crowded. Maybe we should just go back to my house, put on Simon and Garfunkel, and-"

"Kuuuuurt, just give it a try! You might really enjoy it and the movie sounds bitchin' in my opinion. Plus, I like The Beatles way better if you haven't noticed already," Blaine gestured to the radio, "So you'll have to try a little harder than that to get into my pants."

Blushing heavily and slightly embarrassed because, who was he kidding, that was his intention even if he hadn't thought of it at first. "Blaine! You know I didn't mean it like that. Oh my God-" Just as Kurt looked over Blaine's shoulder for a split-second, the other boy surged forward and caught his mouth in a quick kiss.

That definitely surprised Kurt and he started to pull away only to hear Blaine's low whisper against his lips, "I hope you mean it like that." - oh god- it had been too long since they were alone together. Blaine peered up through his eyelashes at Kurt with a seemingly innocent yet mischievous glint in his eyes. How could Kurt say no to that? Now it was Kurt's turn to surprise Blaine with a more rushed and hungry press of lips. Blaine immediately groaned into Kurt's mouth with the sudden urgency of the embrace and couldn't help but to graze his tongue over Kurt's bottom lip. Instead of letting Blaine's tongue into his mouth right away, Kurt pulled away from Blaine, causing him to emit a needy whine that he wasn't too proud of as he blindly tried to follow Kurt's lips with his own. Blaine's eyes shot open as soon as he felt Kurt's weight around him as Kurt had apparently moved from the driver's seat to straddle Blaine's lap in the passenger's seat. Getting comfortable, Kurt adjusted his hips slightly which caused both boys to moan as their half-hard cocks rubbed against each other through their jeans.

Blaine couldn't wait any longer, and the sun was almost completely down - had the movie even started yet? - so they were in no danger of anyone catching on to the less than appropriate things that his mind had greedily started planning for the evening, well, if they didn't rock the car too much.

As Blaine's lips travelled down to Kurt's neck, Kurt soon forgot what they were even talking about previously, let alone his own name. And just as Blaine's hands started to tug his skin-tight white shirt out of his jeans, Kurt suddenly remembered, "Blaine! Have we even paid our admission yet?" Kurt gasped as Blaine pushed back his t-shirt and began to nibble and kiss at his shoulder.

"I dunno, babe, who cares?" Blaine murmured against Kurt's neck, pressing smal kisses in between words.

"Blaine- oh god, mmm - no! Blaine! We have to - fuck - we have-"

"We have to...fuck?" Blaine interrupted by letting out a loud laugh at the way Kurt's sentence had fallen together. "I mean, I'd be up for it, obviously, but I'm not sure the shocks in this old station-wagon would hold up."

"Shut up!" Kurt playfully slapped Blaine's shoulder, trying to ignore how his pants suddenly felt ten times too tight as the majority of blood in his body had rushed to his cock and left him slightly light-headed and painfully hard.

There was a comfortable silence in the car as Blaine apparently could not find it in himself to respond since he had continued to work Kurt's shirt out of his pants and was distracted by the smooth, pale skin underneath. Kurt bit his lip in a desperate attempt to hang on to the thread of self-control he had left to keep himself from rutting down against Blaine's lap. He could do this, he could easily distract himself, he could easily stop thinking about how Blaine had begun to teast his nipple under his shirt, or how Blaine had probably was leaving multiple hickeys along his neck. Oh, wait, who was he kidding, no he couldnt; Kurt smashed his lips back against Blaine's in an instant and hurriedly pressed his tongue into Blaine's mouth. He swirled his tongue against Blaine's and revelled in how Blaine tasted; like the cinnamon gum Blaine had been chewing earlier and the chocolate milkshake they shared before driving to the movie. As much as Kurt believed he could go on kissing for the rest of the night, he needed desperately to feel a big of friction against his cock and - jesus- it couldn't hurt if he just moved a little, right? -oh.

"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine growled as he bucked his hips up against Kurt. Kurt was suddenly aware of how he wasn't the only one achingly hard in this situation as Blaine's erection pressed roughly against Kurt's inner thigh. Finding himself no longer being able to resist the gorgeous boy beneath him, Kurt finally let go to the last bit of control he had been holding on to. "God, you-ah-you are driving me wild," Blaine gasped.

"Then let me," Kurt murmured quietly before rolling his hips down against Blaine, groaning into a kiss as their cocks rubbed against each other through the heavy fabric of their jeans. "Just like this," he spoke again as he demonstrated what he meant by pressing his hips down into Blaine's lap.

"Jesus!" Blaine shouted, throwing his head back against the headrest, eyes closed, leaving his mouth open and making small, delicious noises. Kurt noticed how Blaine had started to sweat close to his hairline which probably shouldn't have turned him on more than he already was but, fuck, it did. Licking his tongue back into Blaine's mouth, he rutted his erection against Blaine's again, picking up momentum as Blaine met each of Kurt's frantic movements with his own.

"Kurt, I'm not gonna-"

"I know, baby, me n-neither." Kurt breathlessly kissed Blaine's temple where the amount of sweat and temperature in the car had begun to loose the hold Blaine's gel had on his curls. Kurt was sure he was breathing loudly and raggedly into Blaine's ear but he couldn't bring himself to care anymore - he just needed to come. Kurt's attention was quickly drawn down to where he heard the unzipping of something, only to find Blaine hurriedly trying to inch Kurt's pants down. Kurt was only too eager to help Blaine in his sudden decision; he lifted himself off Blaine's lap, biting back a whine from the loss of contact, and Blaine swiftly pulled Kurt's pants along with his boxers down to mid-thigh; Kurt (and Blaine) gasped and his erection sprung free from its denim prison.

Kurt sat back down on his boyfriend's lap as Blaine wet his hand; Kurt forced himself to look away from how Blaine's tongue lapped at his hand for fear that he would dissolve into a puddle of come right there. Also, he had to tear his focus away from how Blaine's other hand was mercilessly palming himself through his jeans.

"FUCK!" Kurt shrieked as while he was looking away, Blaine had immediately begun to stroke Kurt's length; Kurt's gaze returned to see Blaine staring almost hungrily at his erection and licking his lips while his hand moved. "Blaine, what are you-"

Blaine's thumb brushed over the head of Kurt's cock and he admitted with a groan, "God, I wish I could-ah-I wish I could tase you right now, K-Kurt. Oh, jesus. Fuck this limited space! Why didn't we move into the back seat?" Kurt couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh despite how aroused he was and the fact that Blaine's hand was around him. "Kurt, I mean it. Your cock looks so gorgeous; I just was to run my tongue along the sides of it and trace the veins, oh god. And not to mention your come. Oh jesus, Kurt, please come." Blaine looked up into Kurt's eyes, and whispered in a low, desperaate, pleading voice, "Please." And that was it; Kurt came with a loud moan, spilling over Blaine's hand in long streaks as Blaine stroked Kurt through his release. Kurt watched as Blaine lowered his head as much as he could to try to catch some of the come on his mouth but ended up with a drip on his chin.

"Here, let me," Kurt said, tilting Blaine's face upwards and wipining his come up with his finger. Kurt began to reach for a Kleenex when Blaine stopped him with a hand on his wrist and wordlessly took Kurt's finger into his mouth, licking the come off. Blaine moaned with pleasure at the bitter taste on his tongue; the taste that was so manly and so...Kurt.It took a couple strokes of Kurt's hand over Blaine through his pants to allow him to throw his head back against the headrest and dissolve in pleasure and a low growl of Kurt's name.

Sweaty and faint, Kurt tucked himself back into his jeans, and pulled himself and Blaine into the back seat of the car where he let Blaine rest his head on his chest and curl up beside him, yawning. It was then that the song on the radio became more apparent.

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Me, I'm just the lucky kind, love to hear you say that love is love and though we may be blind, love is here to stay and...

Blaine began to sleepily sing along, "...that's enough to make you mine, boy, be the only one..."

Kurt smiled to himself at how Blaine had slightly changed the lyric, and kissed the top of Blaine's head, to which Blaine responded by snuggling closer. Of course Blaine could be forgiven for changing a line in a Beatles song when he was this pliant and adorable.

Blaine yawned again, eyes closed, "Well, even though we didn't watch the movie," the film appeared to be in the final stages, "I didn't have to to know that being a sex-crazed teenger is the best fucking thing ever, -yawn- pun intended."