"Well, I guess I better get to class. See you later handsome," and then Blaine leaned in and breathed hotly into Kurt's ear, "Can't wait to fuck you senseless."

"Ugh," Kurt groaned in frustration as he turned his head in an attempt to catch Blaine's lips in a heated kiss. But Blaine just stepped back, a fucking smirk on his handsome face, and turned and walked away.

Kurt resisted the urge to stomp his foot like a small child and instead settled for leaning back against the row of lockers, his head making a somewhat unpleasant 'thwack' against the cold metal.

Blaine would pay for that.

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That had been Monday morning. It was now Friday afternoon and Blaine had been avoiding him all week.

Save for the occasional smirky glances exchanged in the halls and minor flirting in Glee Club, Blaine had been very distanced. If it wasn't for the intentional sway of his hips as he crossed the room, or the seductive way in which he mouthed his pen, tongue dancing and twirling devilishly around the plastic every time he caught Kurt looking at him, Kurt would think something was wrong.

Except something was wrong. He left school every single day aching and went straight home to relieve himself. He was beginning to run out of excuses for the number of cold showers he found himself taking.

Finally, on Friday afternoon, after an entire week of no verbal and little to no physical contact, as soon as the bell rang, Kurt was out the door, Blaine being drug by the wrist behind him.

Once they were in the hall storming toward the front doors, locker stops forgotten, Blaine finally spoke.

"Kurt? What are we doing?"

Kurt turned and nearly growled, gesturing down at the growing erection in his pants.

"We're going to my house. No one's home and you're in trouble." And with that he turned on his heel, still gripping Blaine's wrist and drug him the remainder of the way to his Navigator. Once the doors were unlocked, Kurt all but shoved Blaine into the passenger seat, the ran to the driver's seat. Slamming the door shut and cranking the engine, they peeled out of the parking lot, speeding down the Lima streets to Kurt's house.

Once the car was parked and engine turned off, Kurt threw Blaine a warning look and then climbed out. He ran up the path and unlocked the door, wrenching it open, and pleased to see Blaine right behind him, smirk in place and damn if that didn't make him horny as hell.

"No one's home for another two hours. So my bedroom. Now."

Blaine seemed to understand as he was already throwing his bag on the floor and darting up the stairs to Kurt's room, taking them two at a time.

Kurt stood back and smiled, taking a few moments to gather his wits. As soon as he was somewhat calm and a little more collected, he began his way up the stairs, slower than Blaine.

Once he reached his bedroom, he paused just outside the door to catch his breath. There, on his bed was none other Blaine, fully naked and fucking glorious. Kurt couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips as he crossed the room in record time, flinging himself into Blaine's lap, causing them both to fall back on the bed.

Kurt's lips were attacking Blaine's neck and collarbones, while Blaine grabbed a hold of his ass and began to knead.

Kurt's pants were impossibly tight and he groaned in frustration, eager to have them gone. Blaine seemed to understand as his hands left their position on Kurt's ass and moved around to being unbuttoning and unzipping his skinny jeans.

"Blaine...you're in so...much trouble," Kurt gasped as Blaine yanked his jeans down his thighs, his leaking cock springing free.

"Oh really?" Blaine replied and the smirk was back. Kurt couldn't answer verbally, so instead he leaned back down, capturing Blaine's lips in a kiss burning with passion, effectively swiping the smirk off his face.

"Yes. You've...been t-teasing me...all week," Kurt said when they broke free for air, lips moving down once again to Blaine's neck, sucking a dark mark into the already tanned flesh.

Blaine chuckled. "That I have."

"Why?"

"Because I love how dominant you get when you're frustrated."

Kurt couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips.

"Well, in that case, it's time for your punishment."

"That being?"

"Oh, you'll see," Kurt replied, standing and tugging his jeans and boxers the remainder of the way down his pale legs. Once his pants, socks, shoes, and shirt were removed, he turned and shut his bedroom door, locking it. He then walked over his nightstand and opened the top drawer, retrieving a single, black blind-fold.

The pair had only ever experimented with this sort of kink once before, but it was so hot that neither rejected a second round.

Kurt walked over to where Blaine had scooted to the foot of the bed, and was now sitting, feet planted on the floor. Kurt moved and positioned himself between Blaine's legs.

"Trust me?" he asked, gazing into Blaine's hazel eyes, shining with eager anticipation.

"Of course," he said, nodding his head.

Kurt placed the blind-fold over his eyes and carefully tied it in place, carefully not to get any curls tied in.

"Scoot back and lay against the pillows," he instructed and Blaine eagerly obeyed.

Once Blaine was positioned, Kurt climbed onto the bed and moved until he was straddling Blaine's lap.

"Still trust me?," he asked, waiting for Blaine's nod of approval before leaning in and placing a gentle, chaste kiss to his lips. And then it was go time.

"Alright, then. Prepare for your punishment, you naughty boy," his tone took on a mask of sexy dominance and Blaine moaned, head falling back against the pillows.

Kurt reached over and once again opened the drawer of the nightstand. From within he removed a single condom, but no lube. He grinned mischievously to himself.

He then crawled back over to where Blaine lay slightly panting and sexy as hell.

Kurt moved up to lay next to him, leg draped lazily over Blaine's thigh. Blaine instinctively wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist and Kurt began to kiss him lazily: on the collar bone, his neck, his jaw, his cheek, and then his mouth. While they kissed, tongues dueling for dominance, Kurt brought up his right index finger and began to draw circles on Blaine's skin.

"I thought you were going to punish me?" Came Blaine's breathless response.

"Oh, I haven't forgotten," Kurt answered as he rather roughly pressed his finger into Blaine's mouth.

"Suck," he commanded and Blaine willingly obliged. After a moment, Kurt add two more fingers, and Blaine eagerly sucked them, knowing what was about to happen and wanting to get the most moisture possible.

Once Kurt felt his fingers were slick enough, he withdrew them from Blaine's mouth, and moved them down to lightly circle Blaine's entrance. Blaine heaved a heavy sigh of contentment at the sensation. After a few minutes of teasing, Blaine became restless and began to press his hips down, encouraging Kurt to enter. Kurt teased for a moment more before slowly pressing in, breeching the tight ring of muscle. He allowed Blaine to get somewhat adjusted before abruptly pressing it in entirely. Blaine gasped and Kurt smiled.
After a moment, Blaine spoke, "More, Kurt. More." And Kurt withdrew his forefinger and then pressed in again with his middle finger. After a few experimental thrusts, he began to crook his fingers, searching out that little nub he knew made Blaine come apart. Eventually he found it, and when he did he made sure to rub roughly against it every time.

"M-more," Blaine whimpered. "More Kurt."

"Just one more finger, Blaine. I want to make sure you're properly stretched. The slick of the saliva on his fingers was beginning to dry, so he quickly withdrew both fingers and then inserted all three, making use of the remaining wetness and thanking Blaine for buying lubricated condoms.

After a few shallow thrusts and occasional graze of Blaine's prostate, Kurt knew it was time for more. If Blaine's mewling sounds were anything to go by.

"Ready?" Kurt asked, beginning to move into position between Blaine's thighs; legs falling open instantly to allow him in.

"Yes," Blaine panted. "But I really wish I could see your face."

"Shh," Kurt soothed. "I'm right here. Still trust me?" Blaine nodded. "I won't hurt you, tell me if you need me to stop. I love you."

"I love you too," Blaine replied as Kurt leaned down to kiss him.

Kurt adjusted them one more time to make sure that both were comfortable and ready. Then he lined up the tip of his cock with Blaine's entrance, and began to slowly push in, allowing Blaine to adjust every few centimeters. After a few minutes, Kurt was fully sheathed and waiting for Blaine's go-ahead, allowing him to move.

When Blaine nodded his encouragement, it took all Kurt had not to begin immediately thrusting into him mercilessly. The tight, warm heat of Blaine was so incredible and Kurt was already so close.

He began with short, shallow thrusts, and obliged whenever Blaine asked for more. Soon enough the two had picked up a fairly decent pace; Blaine raised his hips to meet Kurt's every thrust. Before long, both were panting, soso close. Blaine broke the silence in a breathy moan.

"Kurt....c-close."

"I know, baby. Me too," Kurt replied, just as breathless.

A few more, quick, hard thrusts and brushes of Blaine's prostate and the two came simultaneously, both crying out in pleasurable relief. Kurt carefully pulled out and then collapsed on top on Blaine, panting, and began mouthing at Blaine's neck.

"Kurt? Can you take the blindfold off now? I'd really like to see you," Blaine said in between his effort of gasping for air.

Chuckling, Kurt lifted himself up on one shaky forearm and reached up to lift the blindfold from Blaine's eyes.

He'd only gotten the fabric up to Blaine's forehead before he was being attacked. Blaine rolled them over until he was on top of Kurt and proceeded to kiss Kurt senseless, dipping his tongue inside Kurt's hot mouth, and swirling it devilishly around Kurt's own. If he hadn't just come, Kurt swore he'd be hard again. As it was, his cock did jump in interest.

"God I love you," Blaine breathed, unlatching his mouth from Kurt's and moving his lips to trail kisses down Kurt's neck to his chest.

"I love you, more," Kurt responded, reaching down to grab Blaine's hips and roll him off to the side. He then rolled onto his side so the two were facing each other and wrapped his arm around Blaine's waist. Closing the short distance between them, Kurt placed a gentle kiss to Blaine's forehead, damp with cooled sweat. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Blaine Devon Anderson."

Blaine just smiled in return and buried his face in the crook of Kurt's neck. After a few moments of content silence, Kurt felt Blaine's breath even out, telling him he was asleep, and allowed himself to be pulled into blissful oblivion, his lover by his side, a small face on his face.

Fin
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