"I'm so bored!"

Kurt looks up from his spot on the end of his bed just in time to see Blaine's head hit the wall behind him with a loud thud. His algebra II textbook and class notes are scattered in front of him and he tosses his pencil down on the bed.

"I'm sorry," is all Kurt says before looking back down at his literature text.

"I hate math," Blaine groans in frustration.

"Obviously," Kurt drawls. "How many problems have you finished?"

Blaine glances down at his notebook. "Four."

"Out of how many?"

"…Twenty."

"…Nice."

"It's boring!"

"Of course it's boring. It's math."

"I don't like it."

"This I know."

"Don't make me do it!"

"Blaine," Kurt sighs in annoyance. "I have seven pages left of this story. I have to read it by tomorrow. I invited you over here tonight because we haven't got to spend any time together this week and I figured that, even if we just had to study, at least we could study together."

"…We are studying together."

"No," Kurt denies. "I'm studying. You're procrastinating and being a distraction."

"I'm sorry! But it's so boring!"

"The quicker you finish, the quicker you'll be less bored."

"If that's supposed to be motivation, you suck at it."

"Blaine."

"Do you have snacks?"

Kurt grumbles something under his breath and points to the mini fridge next to his desk. Blaine grins broadly, happy to have something else to do, and hops off the bed. He wanders over to the little fridge and lets out an excited yelp when he opens the door to find a sealed plastic container.

"You have grapes!" he exclaims loudly, snatching the container out of the fridge.

"Yes I do."

"I love grapes!"

"I'm so glad for you."

Blaine settles back onto the bed, homework pretty much forgotten as he rips the lid off.

"I am officially less bored," Blaine declares, tossing a grape in the air and catching it in his mouth.

"Fantastic."

"Want one?"

"Blaine!" Kurt snaps, holding his textbook up.

"Sorry," Blaine mumbles. "You're no fun at all."

"I'm plenty fun."

"You know what you could do to be more fun?"

"…No."

"No, you'll like this," Blaine says enthusiastically, plucking a large grape out of the container. "Here. Come and get one."

With that sentence, he places the grape between his lips, the other half of it sticking out, waiting to be taken by Kurt.

Kurt sighs and sets his book aside. "If I do this, will you let me finish reading?"

"Maybwe," Blaine says around the grape.

"Fine," Kurt says with finality.

He crawls toward Blaine, carefully not to crunch too many papers in his wake. As he nears his boyfriend's face, Blaine leans back just that much more and rests against the wall. Kurt narrows his eyes but takes the bait anyway, settling his hands on Blaine's thighs. He dips his head down, noticing the sudden heat in Blaine's pretty eyes, and snatches the grape from Blaine's lips with his teeth.

Kurt crawls back to his side of the bed.

"Well that was anticlimactic."

Kurt snorts at Blaine's words as he chews on his stolen grape. "I did what you wanted. Now let me read."

"But I'm bored again!"

"Well figure out a way to distract yourself! Or, better yet, do your damn homework."

Blaine huffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He glances around the room for something to do. Ugh, there's nothing at all! Why is math so boring? He looks down at his homework.

Yeah. That's totally not getting done tonight.

Distraction.

Hm.

Kurt was a nice distraction.

Blaine looks over at him, taking in his boyfriend's appearance. He's so gorgeous. Often times, Blaine wonders how he got so lucky because not only did Kurt put up with his utter obliviousness to certain things, but Kurt also puts up with his goofy side, his prim and proper side, and his obsession with Ohio State football.

Oh, Kurt's poking his tongue out between his lips, like he's concentrating really hard on something.

Blaine misses that tongue. To be honest, they've both been very busy this past week and Blaine's grateful that Kurt invited him over, even if they were stuck studying.

But…that tongue. It's so…pink and perfect. And those lips. He hasn't had those lips on his for days.

Days.

Nobody should ever have to go days without kissing their boyfriend.

Especially when that boyfriend is Kurt Hummel.

And Kurt Hummel has proven to be a fantastically delicious kisser.

Guh.

He was so good with his lips. And that perfect, pink tongue. Blaine remembers how Kurt's lips and tongue feel on his skin. They don't get too many opportunities to fool around, not when they have so much homework and so many hours of Warbler rehearsal. But the few times they actually did get to be alone together, it had been freaking awesome and Blaine wants more.

Like…right now.

Damnit.

He glances down at his lap.

Now he's got a full on erection pressing against the zipper of his jeans.

Kurt's still busy reading.

Well…Kurt did say he should find a way to distract himself.

Blaine's pretty sure the smile that spreads across his face is a little bit malicious.

Ever so slowly, Blaine reaches his hand down to tug at his zipper. He seems to be quiet enough because Kurt doesn't even look up from his book. Blaine pops the button of his jeans out and eases his hand inside the confines of his boxers.

Ah…yes. It really has been way to long since he paid any attention to himself.

Blaine strokes himself slowly, gently, and as quietly as possible.

But the movement of his hand eventually catches Kurt's attention.

He sees Kurt peer up and over at him through pretty little lashes, eyeing Blaine's hand in his pants. That tongue darts out to lick at those perfect lips.

"Really? This is what you've decided on?" Kurt asks.

But Blaine can tell he's feigning annoyance because his voice has gone a little deeper and his eyes have become a little more intrigued, eyes that were still locked on Blaine's lap.

"You said to distract myself," Blaine sighs.

"I didn't-" Kurt clears his throat. "I didn't know masturbation was the first choice."

"It's the best one," Blaine says lowly, still moving his hand in long, languid strokes on his cock.

He notices Kurt's eyes haven't stopped watching.

So, because maybe he has a small agenda, he pulls apart the placket of his jeans and tugs the waistband of his boxers down just enough to reveal his erection.

Kurt's lips part slightly and Blaine watches his throat move as he swallows.

"Enjoying the show?" Blaine asks, voice like gravel and he can't stop the moan from escaping his mouth when he brushes his thumb along the underside of his cock, just near the head.

"I – I have to finish reading," Kurt states with determination, forcing his eyes back on the page of his literature textbook.

"You don't have to do it right now," Blaine tells him.

"You're supposed to be distracting yourself, not distracting me," Kurt groans and Blaine sees how he squirms, placing the book in his lap.

"Oh believe me, I'm distracting myself just fine."

Kurt's eyes raise ever so slowly to look back over at Blaine's cock in his hand. He bites his lip in order to suppress a whimper. His gaze wanders over Blaine's stomach, up his chest, taking in his parted lips, and they finally catch Blaine's lust blown pupils.

"Just get over here and suck me like I know you want to," Blaine breathes, hand beginning to more frantically.

Blaine can't identify the sound that comes out of Kurt's mouth, but suddenly he's crawling over towards Blaine again, the container of grapes tipping over behind him and the little fruits scatter all over the bed. He removes Blaine's hand and quite abruptly Blaine's cock is sucked into Kurt's hot, wet mouth. Blaine sucks in a sharp little breath, hands falling naturally into Kurt's hair as his boyfriend swirls his tongue around the head of his erection.

"God, yeah," Blaine moans, head falling back against the wall. "Mmm, yes."

Kurt hums around him, the vibrations nearly making Blaine see nothing but white behind his eyelids and he can't stop his fingers from twisting even more into Kurt's silken hair.

"Kurt, fuck…yeah, right – oh god," Blaine says nonsensically as Kurt's tongue works some kind of magic on him.

Blaine glances down, seeing Kurt's hollow cheeks as he sucks with fervor, moving those precious, pink lips over his cock like he was born for it.

Kurt glances up, their eyes lock and Blaine comes surprisingly quick, shouting Kurt's name into the room. His body seizes, curling in on itself, tendrils of hot, sharp pleasure shooting through his veins, out to his fingertips, and down to the tips of his toes. Kurt's throat works around him, swallowing every last drop that Blaine can give him until he's too sensitive and Blaine has to tug Kurt's head away.

Kurt sits up and smiles, wiping at the corner of his cherry red lips with his thumb. But just as he's about to turn and go back to his side of the bed, Blaine grabs Kurt round his neck and pulls him on top of him. He can feel Kurt's bulge against the crook of his hip.

"You're not going anywhere," Blaine breathes hotly against Kurt's swollen lips. "I'm not done with you yet."

Kurt whines and Blaine crushes their lips together in a forceful, hungry kiss, immediately slipping his tongue into Kurt's mouth so he can taste himself there. He licks, almost possessively inside the hot cavern, Kurt moaning as he tongues every last bit of his own, musky, salty taste.

"Blaine," Kurt groans as they break for air.

"What do you want?" Blaine asks in a deep, rough voice. "You want my hand? You want my mouth? Tell me what you want, Kurt."

"M-mouth, please," Kurt begs shamelessly. "Please, Blaine."

"Come here," Blaine instructs, sliding his own body down on the bed, forcing Kurt to straddle his torso on his knees. His head's at the perfect height now, perfectly angled to take Kurt in. He rips Kurt's zipper down, tugging the offending clothing hiding his prize down to the middle of Kurt's thighs, and grips both of Kurt's ass cheeks with firm hands. "Fuck my mouth."

Kurt moans rather loudly, some would say a bit too loudly for a dorm room, and Blaine pulls Kurt closer to his face. He darts his tongue out to lick at the pre-come dripping from the slit of Kurt's cock. Kurt's hands fly to the back of Blaine's head, simply because he needs something to hold on to, and Blaine swallows him whole. Kurt shouts at the sudden sensation of warmth and pressure, forcing himself in as deep as he possibly can and he realizes oh, that's Blaine's throat around the head of his cock.

Blaine slides his hands from Kurt's ass to take a firm hold on his hips instead, shoving Kurt's pelvis away.

"I'm serious," he whispers coarsely. "Fuck my mouth."

Kurt wastes no more time. He thrusts back into Blaine's mouth, whining and stuttering bits of words because he can't put two together to form a fucking sentence and begins to do exactly as he was told. Fingers twined in Blaine's hair, he's thrusting in and out, back and forth in that deliciously hot mouth and Blaine's sure to suck appropriately, lips tight, cheeks hollow and yeah, he missed this. A lot.

"Blaine, you – yes…god," Kurt's panting above him.

Blaine slips one of his hands down as Kurt continues to thrust and cups his balls, rolling them gently is his palm and Kurt swears, shoving his cock deep into Blaine's relaxed throat.

"Fuck, all I," Kurt moans, "wanted to do was study. But you, ah!" he shouts. "You and your perfect mouth, fuck, yes, mmm…"

Oh right, Blaine suddenly recalls. Kurt can have a really dirty mouth when he wants to and he feels the continuous pressure of the head of Kurt's cock in his throat. Damn, if he hadn't come five minutes ago, he's pretty sure he could come from sucking Kurt just like this.

"I hope you're happy," Kurt groans, speeding up the pace of his hips, thrusting for all he's worth and Blaine just takes it. He relaxes his jaw, opens his throat and he'd moan himself if he wasn't afraid he would choke. "Because, oh god, neither of us are getting anything done, 'cause of you and fuck! Blaine, right, ah, yes…you and your fucking ideas, oh, oh…yeah…Blaine…"

Blaine feels Kurt's balls draw up just enough and he uses the grip he's got on Kurt's hips to force him to thrust even faster, faster, faster until Kurt shoves himself into Blaine's mouth one last time, fingers tangled in his hair and he's holding his head there.

"B-Blaine," Kurt whimpers as he comes, hard and deep, right down Blaine's open throat.

Blaine swallows every bit, feeling Kurt's muscles tense and he thinks maybe he'll need air in a few seconds, but before he can panic too much, Kurt slides out of his mouth. He looks sleepy and sated, but he fumbles with his jeans and underwear, pulling them back up but too tired to button them. He collapses on top of Blaine, sweaty hairline pressed against Blaine's neck, limbs limp and useless.

Smiling, Blaine winds his arms around Kurt's body, listening as his breathing slowly returns to a healthy pattern.

"I hate you," Kurt grumbles.

"Nah, you like me. I can tell."

"Oh yeah? And how can you tell that?"

"Because you put your studying aside to suck me off and then you fucked my mouth."

"…Maybe I like you."

"Mhmm," Blaine whispers. "You like me. You like me a lot."

Kurt smiles against Blaine's neck as Blaine kisses the top of his head.

"Yeah. I like you a lot."

END.