When Blaine slowly stirs awake from his enticing dream, his body all languid and spread out under the covers, he immediately feels his hard-on straining against the thin material of his boxer briefs. He takes a deep breath and rolls onto his back, the sheets sliding down past his waist in the process, his bare chest now exposed to the cool air circulating around his room.

He sighs and raises his arms above his head, the toned muscles along his broad shoulders straining slightly as he stretches out his back. For a moment, he just lays there on his bed, his hands still raised above him and resting in his pillows. He considers hopping into the shower to take care of his problem, but then quickly decides against it. 

He kicks the sheets down until he’s completely out from under the covers before slowly sliding his hands down his chest, allowing them to roam his body. Blaine knows how easily he’s able to get himself off just thinking about Kurt’s pale, lean body stretched out beneath him, eyes half-lidded and lips parted in pleasure. He slips a hand inside his boxer bries and teases himself as he gently massages his balls, avoiding his now aching cock. 

He sighs and whispers Kurt’s name to himself as he then hooks his thumbs inside the waistband of his underwear and pulls them down past his hips, freeing his erection and feeling it bend upwards along his abdomen. He finally allows himself some more pleasure, slowly, bit by bit, as he takes his cock in his hand and starts stroking steadily, his other hand sliding up into his hair as he moans softly and threads his fingers into his tousled, morning curls. 

He pictures Kurt’s face, the way it looks when he’s making him come undone, when he’s kissing along his chest and down to his stomach. He tightens his grip slightly and twists his wrist every few strokes, rubbing his thumb over the slit at the head of his cock and spreading the pre-come along the tip before sliding his fist back up and down. 

His toes curl and his fingers entangle themselves harder in his hair as he imagines the way Kurt mutters his name, the way Kurt feels beneath him, tensing and arching and pressing closer with each thrust of their hips coming together. His back lifts off his bed as he starts fucking into his hand. His grip is steady and his eyes are now squeezed shut. He’s moaning Kurt’s name louder and louder, his groans low in his throat as he stutters up into his fist, his cock sliding easily between his fingers. The familiar heat pooling in his abdomen quickly intensifies as he starts panting heavily, his entire body about to give in to the desperate need for release. 

A few more quick pumps of his fist is all it takes before he’s completely arched up off the bed, his hips twitching up into his hand and his head thrown back into his pillows. He drops his mouth open in a loud groan as he spills all over his hand, shooting white, hot threads of come against his stomach, with Kurt’s name the only word escaping from his lips over and over again. 

Blaine strokes himself through his orgasm as he slowly comes down from his climax, his free hand rubbing across his chest. He lets out a heavy sigh once he drops both hands by his sides and lets his now softening cock fall limp against his stomach. He chuckles softly to himself, unable to contain the small smirk that spreads across his face, and just soaks in his high as his body tingles from the pleasure he’s just experienced, his limbs already weak with bliss. He reconsiders hopping into the shower once his vision comes back into focus and figures that it might be a good place, after all, for round two.