Kurt wakes slowly, blinking furiously against the harsh light coming from his small TV screen. He and Blaine are stretched out on his bed. Neither of them had made it to the end of the movie and now the DVD menu is glowing, the movie theme repeating over and over. Kurt carefully reaches out, trying not to jostle his sleeping boyfriend and grabs the remote from his bedside table. He switches off the TV, the only light in the room now coming from the darkening sky outside his open curtains. He leans in closer to Blaine and closes his eyes, breathing in his scent and smiling before allowing himself to drift off into sleep. It isn't long before they open again, just long enough for the sky's light to fade so only the moon's faint glow lights the room.

Kurt yawns, taking in his surroundings. Blaine is asleep, his arms wrapped loosely around Kurt, their legs entangled under the covers. Kurt smiles as he watches him sleep, his hand slipping up to push a once perfect curl off his forehead and gently kiss the place where it had been. Blaine shifts in his sleep, mumbling, his arms tightening around Kurt and pulling him closer until they’re pressed together, Kurt’s hands resting between them on Blaine’s chest.

They lie like that for a while, Blaine’s breathing slow and deep, Kurt absently running his fingertips across the base of Blaine’s neck, taking him in. Blaine mumbles again, pushing forward in his sleep, their crotches pressed together for a moment, only thin fabric separating the two of them, before he relaxes and they move apart.

Kurt leans back a little, studying Blaine’s face before kissing him gently, not wanting to wake him just yet, tracing the pad of his thumb over his nipple, feeling it harden under his touch. He smiles as Blaine moves slightly in his sleep and moves his thumb a little harder, circling his nipple slowly. He leans in, licking up Blaine’s neck to his earlobe, biting it playfully, tugging it between his teeth. Blaine whimpers and for a moment Kurt wonders what he’s dreaming of, before running his tongue back down his neck, tasting Blaine’s skin and smiling to himself.

Kurt wriggles down, under the covers, kissing across Blaine’s chest, fingers tracing circles over his stomach. His lips brush across Blaine’s nipple, and he sucks it gently into his mouth, his hand moving up to tease the other nipple. Kurt pulls away, resting his hand on Blaine’s chest, hesitating, before dragging his nails downwards, scratching his skin from the hollow at the base of Blaine’s neck to the waistband of his pyjama shorts.

Blaine wakes, his gasp cut off by Kurt’s hand against his lips. Kurt holds his palm across Blaine’s mouth, watching him, their eyes on each other, before moving slightly, pushing his thumb against Blaine’s lips, moaning softly as it slips between them, his tongue hot and wet on Kurt’s skin.


Kurt runs his finger along the waistband of Blaine’s shorts, feeling him shiver, smiling as his eyes close, lips still circled round Kurt’s thumb. Kurt dips down, biting at Blaine’s nipple once more, pulling his thumb from Blaine’s mouth, hands on his stomach, nails digging in momentarily. Eyes opening as Kurt’s thumb slips from between his lips, Blaine pouts, but only for a second, all thoughts of protesting disappearing as he feels his shorts pulled down around his ankles, then off altogether.

Kurt grins, hidden under the covers, kissing just above Blaine’s left knee, then the right, his tongue lingering on his boyfriend’s skin with each kiss, alternating between legs, kissing slowly, teasing Blaine for as long as he can. Kurt stops just short of Blaine’s waist, readjusting his position, fluttering kisses and licks up, over Blaine’s hip, to his navel, biting his stomach, fingertips brushing over his thighs, and down the other side, biting down hard on his hip, feeling Blaine buck with surprise beneath him.

Kurt licks across the bite mark, trailing his finger up the underside of Blaine’s cock, smiling against his skin as he hears Blaine whimper softly. He sits up, hand circling Blaine’s cock, stroking it slowly as he licks across Blaine’s chest, his free hand slipping up to flick his nipples, scratching across them as they kiss, their lips finally meeting. Kurt’s hand moves a little faster, Blaine’s hands pulling the covers off, pushing into Kurt’s pants, squeezing his bare ass.

Blaine pushes Kurt’s pants down, arching his back, pushing his chest up against him as they kiss, Kurt biting Blaine’s lower lip, grinding his cock down against Blaine’s stomach. Blaine’s hand pushes between them, meeting Kurt’s, trying to hold their cocks together, thrusting against each other clumsily as they moan into each other’s mouths.

Kurt flicks his tongue across Blaine’s lips, hand pushing his away, moving back down between his legs, blowing gently against the tip of Blaine’s cock, his lips mere millimetres from touching, Blaine breathing hard, his chest heaving, his entire body tense with anticipation.

Kurt leans in, kissing the very tip of Blaine’s cock, then slipping his mouth around the head, sucking gently, looking up at Blaine, whose eyes are wide, mouth open in a silent moan. Kurt takes a little more of him into his mouth, tongue moving against the sensitive skin, his own eyes closing, savouring the moment.

Blaine pushes his hands into Kurt’s hair, fisting it between his fingers as Kurt’s lips slide down his cock. Kurt’s hands slip up Blaine’s thighs, fingertips stroking over his skin, Blaine squirming underneath him as he takes him entirely into his mouth. Blaine stifles a moan, arching up off the bed as Kurt’s lips touch the base of his cock, hands tightening in his hair.

“God... Kurt... “, Blaine looks down, his eyes meeting Kurt’s for a moment before, he pushes upwards, losing control, a hot rush of pleasure coursing through him as Kurt pulls back a little, keeping just the head of Blaine’s cock in his mouth. Kurt feels Blaine shudder underneath him, tensing completely as he cums, before slumping back onto the bed, his hands slipping from Kurt’s hair.

Kurt crawls up Blaine’s body, kissing over his chest, nipping the skin, about to kiss his lips when the light flicks on outside the door, a creak on the floor sounding louder than Kurt could have imagined. Kurt pulls the covers back onto them frantically, feigning sleep as he hears the door open, and, after a few very long seconds, close again. He smiles, whispering in Blaine’s ear, before realising his boyfriend has drifted off, his breathing slow and regular, chest rising and falling under Kurt’s hand.

Kurt sighs, snuggling close, leaning up to bite Blaine’s earlobe a final time. “Oh, you so owe me, Blaine Anderson.”