Kurt had never been patient; especially when he was half hard and laying there shirtless on Blaine’s bed and Blaine was taking far too long to come back.

It was a lazy Friday afternoon, and originally they hadn’t been planning to go back to either one of their houses. But a stop by Lima Bean and a heated, coffee flavored make out session in Kurt’s backseat had left then both needing this as Blaine whispered hot and heavy into Kurt’s mouth, “I want you.”

How could he have said no? The only problem was that after they had fumbled their way up the stairs and into Blaine’s room, after they had taken off their shirts, after Kurt had torn off Blaine’s pants and palmed him while they kissed, after Blaine had begun to undo Kurt’s pants, pulling down the zipper slowly; Blaine stopped.

Without so much as an explanation, Blaine stopped and sat up straight, straddling Kurt for a moment. He said nothing, but there was a smile on his face.

“Blaine,” Kurt had growled, bucking his hips up, brushing Blaine’s boner through his jeans and underwear. As beautiful of a sight as it was to see Blaine like this, shirtless and in his boxers, on top of him, Kurt was hard and he needed him. He needed Blaine to put his lips back on his and unbutton his jeans and then put his lips to even better use. “What the hell?” he asked, his voice whiney as he bit his lips, trying to calm himself down after growing increasingly harder at the very thought of Blaine giving him a blow job right now.

The only reply he got was another smile from Blaine, before he leaned down and placed a kiss on Kurt’s lips. It was soft, and teasing, lingering there for a moment before he pulled his head away. “I’ll be right back,” he said, before getting off Kurt and heading out of the room, into the hallway.

Kurt would have protested and followed, but his thoughts had been preoccupied by Blaine’s ass in those boxers and how badly he just needed him. He needed everything about him, and waiting was agony. Sometimes, Kurt thought it was better if he just went back to being a baby penguin, even if Blaine and him had worked all summer to this point. Gradually, from frotting to hand jobs to blow jobs to rimming to eventually actually ‘making love’, (they had agreed that that was the proper term for it. Never anything else. Always love) they had worked up to the point where this was okay. Where this was what they expected to do when they knew that one of their parents would be gone. And as much as Kurt enjoyed this, it had been easier when he didn’t know what he was missing out on.

But he was getting impatient, and had begun to sit up on the bed when he saw his boyfriend walk through the door again. And what he saw made him sit up even more, eyes growing wide as a look of complete astonishment swept across his face.

“Honey…why are you wearing that?” his voice was hesitant, but low, and Blaine couldn’t help but smile because he knew that meant he had done something right.

In front of Kurt, standing at the bottom of his bed, was Blaine Anderson in nothing more than his old Dalton blazer and tie, which hung loosely on his neck, trailing down his slightly sweaty chest and abs. Kurt stared for a moment, mouth slowly falling open, as he looked Blaine over. How had he never appreciated the Dalton uniform before? Why was it that it had taken him months, and after his boyfriends transfer to realize just how sexy it was? The colors, the fit, the simple preppiness and classy nature of it all. But then again; his boyfriend had never stood naked in front of him in it until now.

“You don’t seem to be complaining though,” Blaine said, a smirk on his face as he crawled over onto the bed, finally making his way towards Kurt, although painfully slow. He bit his bottom lip slowly, but his honey eyes stared into Kurt’s with lust as he added, “I kinda just want to ask if…”

Reaching forward, Kurt grabbed the tie, pulling Blaine towards him quickly, crashing their lips together in a rough answer to his question. As lovely as just talking was, and as much as they did that, and as happy as Kurt was that they were a relationship based off communication and not just sex; right now he wanted just sex.

Their lips met in a tangled dance, tongue slipping into the others mouth, knowing the ins and outs of each other better than anyone else. Kurt groaned, growing harder with every moan that came out of Blaine’s mouth as his lips traveled down his jaw and onto his neck. His boyfriend was pressed against him in nothing more than a blazer and tie. There was literally nothing stopping him from touching him, and Kurt did just that.

His hands ghosted over Blaine’s abs, beautifully defined but not enough to make him seem like a scary body builder. His fingers touched his chest hair, and he shivered at the thoughts running through his head. This man was his. This man wanted him. That thought was only further accentuated when Kurt’s long, delicate fingers found Blaine’s raging hard on, instantly wrapping around it like a chubby kid and a hot dog.

“Kurt,” Blaine rasped, his voice catching a bit as Kurt moved his thumb lightly over the head of his cock, dragging his precum down the underside of his length and stroking him. His movements were fast and hard, wanting Blaine to know that no, he didn’t want to be teased and he didn’t want to tease. Kurt wanted this right now, and the faster he got it, the happier he would be.

“Kurt,” his voice said again fighting against his heavy breathing. But Kurt wasn’t getting any slower, and the smirk on his face grew wider as he could feel Blaine’s hips begin to buck up, trying to get closer to him. He was close, he could tell from the way he was biting his lip, by the way his eyes were clouded over with lust. And Kurt wanted nothing more than for Blaine to come.

His panting filled the empty house, and Kurt twisted his hand, moving it faster, before his other hand moved down from Blaine’s abs and down to cup his balls, squeezing lightly as his hand stopped stroking. In one swift, slow movement, Kurt smirked up at Blaine and licked his neck, before pressing a slick, wet finger against his entrance.

And just as he knew it would; it worked. Blaine panted, his breath hitching as he groaned out Kurt’s name lowly, and within seconds his entire chest was covered in cum.

Kurt looked down at Blaine, who had been pressed down onto his bed by a very horny Kurt a few minutes ago, not even realizing he had done that. But his hungry eyes looked down at his panting boyfriend, and he understood why Blaine had grabbed the old uniform and put it on. He suddenly understood exactly what had been going through his mind.

His chest, the tie, and the blazer were completely covered with cum. His already sweaty, wet abs had small little speckles of white all over them, his neck, red and covered with Kurt’s soft bites and Kurt was completely salivating for his boyfriend. Blaine was still unaware of the state he was in, and Kurt debated for a moment whether he should bend down and lick his skin clean, wanting to taste every inch of his salty, delicious skin mixed in with his cum. But he decided that he, as clean as he normally was, wanted to keep Blaine like this. He wanted to stare down at the boy in his old school uniform, knowing that he was the reason he had transferred, and smile because he was also the reason why said uniform was now ruined.

“That was amazing,” Blaine said his voice low and sleepy as he opened his eyes and looked at Kurt. That same hunger was there, and Kurt leaned forward to catch his lips in what was supposed to be a fleeting kiss, but Blaine only wrapped his arms around Kurt’s neck and pulled them closer, despite the state he was in.

Their lips once again danced, tongues joining in and spinning around each other. It was lovely and needy and Kurt moaned as he felt Blaine take control for a moment and push his boyfriend down onto his bed. They were back in their original position, Blaine on top of Kurt, palming him through his pants, smiling against their pressed lips. Kissing him, he groaned and whispered heavily against his cheek, “But now it’s my turn to return the favor.”

Straddling him, Blaine sat up and Kurt watched his blazer wearing boyfriend pull down his pants, helping him by lifting up his waist. As Blaine pulled them off and onto the floor, Kurt realized just how hard he was, his aching boner now obvious through his boxer briefs. Luckily for him though, he had Blaine Anderson for a boyfriend, who had proven time and time again that he wanted nothing more than to help Kurt deal with that whenever it happened.

The smirk on Blaine’s face told Kurt that that hadn’t changed, and slowly Blaine made his way down Kurt’s body, worshipping it quietly as his fingers hooked onto the top of the fabric and pulled down. Kurt was already losing it. His mind was leaving him and he was letting his body control him as he felt Blaine’s lips and tongue on his hip, sucking there gently. It had taken him months to give over control to Blaine, and many, many embarrassing attempts to do this, before Kurt had simply let it happen. And now, now he loved Blaine enough to understand that he wasn’t going to hurt him and that this was far from hurting.

It had been the same way when they had made love for the first time too, but Blaine had been faster at giving over his control than Kurt, and if anything, that had made Kurt love him even more as he slipped into him at that time, knowing that it hurt from his reading, but admiring Blaine for simply smiling at him through the pain and whispering a hushed I love you before Kurt began moving inside of him.

But this was now. This was months later and Kurt was more than used to this. Blaine’s mouth was inches away from his throbbing cock, before Kurt snapped up and pulled Blaine off. “Wait!”

“Huh?” Blaine asked, frowning slightly before looking at Kurt. Blaine remembered what had happened months ago when he had first done this, the way Kurt had snapped up and pulled him off, curling into himself. He couldn’t let them backtrack. At once, the hunger left his eyes and he cupped Kurt’s face, looking at him, “Kurt, Kurt it’s okay. You know I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do. I would never, ever do that. Honey, calm down…”

“What?” Kurt frowned, looking at him with wide eyes. Shaking his head, he rolled his eyes and almost laughed, before pulling himself out from underneath Blaine. Kissing his forehead, Kurt got off the bed and stood up, and with a single finger, beckoned Blaine over. “As sweet as that was, that’s not what I meant. Come here, now. I have an idea.”

Obediently, Blaine listened and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at Kurt. His eyes were wide and deer like, and Kurt wanted nothing more than to pinch his cheeks and tell him he was adorable, but that would just ruin the mood. Kurt smirked down at him, and the smile he got back from Blaine told him that it was on again. He leaned down and kissed him, before his hands reached their target and grabbed the tie.

His fingers were slow and deft, undoing the tie as he kissed Blaine, trying to push away the fact that he was getting harder by the second and that Blaine was now stroking him as they kissing. As he got the tie off, Kurt sighed and pulled away, gently brushing Blaine’s hand away, surprised by his own restraint. Once again, Blaine wore a look of confusion on his face, but Kurt’s only answer as a smile, and then he lifted the tie, slightly covered in now dry cum, and brought it up to Blaine’s eyes.

“Kurt…”Blaine started, but Kurt only hushed him softly as he tied a knot behind his head, his hands taking a moment to admire his beautiful, ruffled locks.

Placing his hands on the side of his face, Kurt lifted him up so that they were both standing, before kissing him. Blaine was slower, less confident than usual with the tie over his eyes, which Kurt found silly considering he always closed his eyes when they kissed. But as he felt Kurt pull away, Blaine held onto him. It was a quick, momentary hold, and Kurt couldn’t help but feel like he had done something wrong for a second, like he had crossed a line. Blaine was never that needy…But then he realized that of course he was scared.

“Shhh,” he said, kissing his forehead, before wrapping his arms around him. Their chests touches lightly where Blaine’s blazer fell upon, and Kurt felt his throbbing dick against Blaine’s half hard one. “Shhh,” he said again, smiling at him despite the fact that he couldn’t see. “I would never, ever hurt you. Trust me, Blaine. Just trust me.”

There was a hesitant nod, before Kurt watched as a slow, small smile spread onto Blaine’s impossibly pink and full lips. “I trust you,” he whispered, and the way he said it was as if he was saying he loved him, but Kurt already knew he did. Kurt already knew because he felt it every day, and although it had taken a lot of time to get used to, he was used to feeling Blaine’s love in every look, every touch he gave him.

Taking that trust, that love, Kurt let go of Blaine, but kept his arms around his waist. Slowly, he helped to guide Blaine onto the floor, as Blaine instantly got onto his knees. Grabbing his hands, Kurt sat down on the edge of Blaine’s bed and put his hands on his thighs, letting him know where he was and what he was expecting. It took Blaine a second to realize what was going on, but when he caught it, that adorable, but extremely horny smile spread across his lips.

And then Kurt could only watch. He could only watch as Blaine slowly, much slower than he usually did, made his up his leg until he found what he was looking for. Gentle, almost shy fingers closed themselves around Kurt’s length as he began to stroke him, precum oozing from his cock with every single stroke. Leaning his head back, Kurt let out Blaine’s name is a low moan, only to be stopped as soon as he felt warm, wet lips around him.

His tongue trailed up his underside, before his lips came back up and just touched his head, tongue swirling around it expertly despite the blind fold. Kurt wished for a moment to be able to see the hunger in Blaine’s eyes, but he knew that this was amazing. He knew that he had done the right thing putting it over Blaine’s eyes if this meant that he was going to be slow, but amazingly accurate. Blaine was just too good at this.

Kurt began bucking his hips up, and Blaine stopped his sucking and allowed Kurt to literally fuck his face while bobbing his head to help him. The soft, low, gagging noises he was making in the back of his throat were amazing, and within minutes Kurt felt his entire body begin to convulse, cock throbbing as it pulsed with blood, ready to explode. It took a groan emanating from the back of Blaine’s throat to bring him over the end, and deep inside of Blaine’s mouth, Kurt finally came.

He lay there, panting, for what seemed to be minutes, until he sat up and looked at Blaine, who was licking his lips. From what he could see, Blaine hadn’t been able to swallow all of it, as some had splashed onto his blazer and chest, the rest of it making its way down from his mouth before his tongue reached out to grab it. Kurt had never seen anything more beautiful than this, because here was this man. Here was this boy that would do anything for him, as crazy, as weird as it was; and enjoy it. Blaine accepted him and loved him no matter what. He was perfect.

Looking down at his man, Kurt smiled wide as Blaine lifted his hand up and pulled the tie up slightly, releasing one eye from its blind and looking down at himself and his cum stained blazer. The smile he gave Kurt in return as soon as he looked up was breathtaking, and his laugh was musical as he said, happily, “It’s a good thing we did this after I transferred, huh?”