“Didn’t we just do this at the beginning of fall?” Blaine asks as he holds up a pair of black and red plaid trousers for Kurt’s approval. Kurt thinks for a second before quickly shaking his head ‘no’, and Blaine tosses them into the ‘donate’ pile.

“I organize my closet with every season, Blaine. There’s no excuse not to. Do you think I’d be caught dead wearing a pastel in January?” Kurt tells him, almost offended. He picks up a black and grey striped blazer and cocks his head to the side, debating, before placing it into the ‘maybe’ pile.

“I can’t remember the last time I cleaned my closet out. It was just Dalton uniforms for a long time,” he says as he picks out a black vest and puts it in the ‘keep’ pile.

“Not going to ask my opinion on that one?” Kurt asks.

“Nope. I love the way this looks on you. It’s staying,” Blaine says and he peers back in the closet. He’s pushing over plain white t-shirts on hangers that he knows Kurt uses for layering when what looks like a black smudge on one catches his eye. He pulls the t-shirt out, his mouth dropping open when he reads the bold black letters.

“What’s this?” he asks, mouth suddenly dry.

“Oh, that was for a glee assignment last year. Something about what we used to be ashamed of, but now embrace. Kind of lame. I mean, Finn’s said ‘Can’t Dance’. But I got to sing Gaga. You can toss it, I guess. I don’t wear it, and I don’t think the Good Will would appreciate a t-shirt with ‘Likes Boys’ written on the front.”

Blaine’s grip on the shirt tightens as his breath starts to come in short gasps. “Put it on.”

“Excuse me?” Kurt turns around to look at Blaine and sees the bright red starting at his cheeks, his eyes open almost comically wide.

“Put it on, Kurt. Please,” Blaine pleads, voice choked. He has these visions of Kurt in his head, can picture him moving around on stage, hips swaying and arms in the air. All while wearing this shirt that tells everyone exactly what he likes.

“Okay. I don’t do anything half way, so put on ‘Born This Way’ and sit in my computer chair,” Kurt directs him before walking back in the closet. Blaine catches him striping off his white long sleeve shirt before losing sight of him. Blaine spins around and rushes over to Kurt’s computer, starts up the song before sitting down in Kurt’s chair. He’s already half-hard just from the suspense, imagining Kurt in his obscenely tight jeans and that fucking t-shirt.

Just as the music starts playing through the speakers Kurt walks out and Blaine forgets how to breathe. Because Kurt’s not wearing his obscenely tight jeans. He’s not wearing anything on his lower half at all.

The t-shirt is just long enough to cover Kurt’s front, but when he does a spin to model the shirt for Blaine, Blaine sees just the bottom part of Kurt’s ass cheeks poking out. He bites back a moan and automatically presses his palm to the front of his pants, groaning when his hand makes contact with his already hard dick.

Kurt walks over slowly, mouthing along to the words of the song. He uses his foot to kick Blaine’s legs apart slightly and straddles himself over one of Blaine’s knees.

“Jesus Christ, Kurt,” Blaine mutters, his hips jerking up, trying to grind against Kurt’s thigh. Kurt just laughs before backing up from Blaine slowly and turning around, his hips moving in slow circles. Blaine can see the tease of Kurt’s ass, just a hint of the bottom, and he reaches out to yank the shirt up. He pushes it up to Kurt’s mid back, finally exposing Kurt’s ass completely, all soft and pale. Blaine bites at his lip before reaching his free hand out and grabbing at one of Kurt’s cheeks.

“Isn’t there usually a rule about not touching the dancer?” Kurt asks and Blaine knows he’s smirking. Blaine runs his hand up and around Kurt’s ass, stopping periodically the grab handfuls.

“Can’t help myself,” is Blaine’s only explanation. He spreads Kurt’s ass apart just a little, just so a hint of Kurt’s pink hole is showing.

“Blaine,” Kurt moans out and turns around to face Blaine quickly, knocking his hands off of Kurt’s ass in the process. He puts a leg over either side of Blaine’s lap and drops down, grinding himself against Blaine. The shirt gets caught up and when Blaine looks down he can see Kurt’s dick, hard and red and wet at the tip.

“Fuck, Kurt. So fucking hot,” Blaine says before leaning forward and pulling Kurt into a kiss. He settles his hands on Kurt’s ass again, pulls them closer together. The kiss is sloppy and intense, all tongues and teeth. They’re grinding together, Kurt putting all his weight down while Blaine thrusts up.

The songs ends and Blaine is pulling Kurt up and pushing him over to his bed. Kurt goes willingly, falling back onto the bed with Blaine on top of him. They kiss again, but Blaine quickly makes his way down to Kurt’s dick and his mouth is practically watering.

He sucks the head in first, fist pumping over where his mouth doesn’t reach. Kurt is making unbelievably hot noises under him, groans mixed in with ‘Blaine’.

He takes Kurt in deeper, too much spit and tongue but exactly how Kurt likes it. Kurt had told Blaine before that he loved how Blaine’s mouth felt on him, but he also loved how it sounded; wet and dirty and sloppy. Blaine can feel the saliva trickling out of the corners of his mouth, down onto to Kurt’s dick and onto to Blaine’s fist. He’s slurping loudly, really playing it up because he knows Kurt loves it.

“Yeah, yeah. Blaine, just like that. Please,” Kurt groans, hands twisting in his bed sheets. Blaine continues sucking, and it’s so fucking messy, there’s spit everywhere, when he gets a better idea.

“Turn over,” he tells Kurt when he pulls off, wiping off the moisture that’s all over his face. Kurt complies and rolls over, his pillow muffling the sound he makes when he cock grinds down into the mattress.

“Wanna taste you,” Blaine says, eyes focused on Kurt’s ass.

Kurt picks his head up slightly from the pillow. “You were.”

“No. Wanna taste you here.” He places a finger in between Kurt’s ass cheeks, noticing how fast Kurt is nodding his head.

He spreads Kurt’s ass and just looks. Kurt’s hole is pink and so fucking perfect, squeezing when Blaine runs the tip of his index finger down Kurt’s crack.

“Blaine, Blaine. Please,” Kurt begs, pushing his ass up to meet Blaine’s teasing finger.

“You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you?” Blaine says, his finger still teasing, never pushing inside.

“Yes, please. Please — I need it,” Kurt whines. Blaine takes pity on him and bends, licking his lips on the way down.

He licks Kurt open, tongue circling Kurt’s hole before pushing inside. He has Kurt’s ass spread as wide as his can, his nose buried in the top of Kurt’s crack. He’s getting spit everywhere again, dripping out of his mouth and down Kurt’s ass, and he absently wonders if maybe his mouth really is watering. It’s so wet, his spit is fucking everywhere, and Blaine decides to slip a finger inside.

“Yessss,” Kurt hisses out and Blaine hardly notices when Kurt reaches down to grab his cock, pushing his ass closer to Blaine’s face so his hand has room to move.

Blaine licks around his finger, tongue pushing inside too. It feels like there shouldn’t be enough room, not for his tongue and his finger, but Kurt is so fucking open and taking everything Blaine gives. He moves his finger around inside easily, everything so fucking wet, and asks against Kurt’s ass, “can you take two?”

Kurt can’t even speak, words would be too complicated, so he just shoves his ass harder onto Blaine’s finger and hopes he gets his point across.

He pushes the second finger inside, still so easy, and starts moving them in and out. Kurt’s hand is still moving on is dick, and he gets up on his knees a little higher. The way Kurt’s moaning is absolutely filthy and it just makes Blaine move his fingers faster.

“Gonna come, Blaine. Gonna come,” Kurt bites out, face dropping into the pillow and his ass squeezing around Blaine’s fingers. Blaine waits until he sees Kurt’s hand still, his body slumping into the mattress, before pulling his fingers out and grabbing at Kurt’s hips.

“Can I come on you? Please, Kurt. Wanna come on your ass,” Blaine begs as he unbuttons his jeans and yanks the zipper down, forcing his pants down just enough to pull his cock out. Kurt nods his head yes and lets his body be dragged up by Blaine, weight settling on his knees again.

Blaine jerks his cock while running the head up and down Kurt’s ass, wet and so open. He could probably just slip inside, slide in with no problem and fuck himself into Kurt’s oversensitive body. It’s the thought that sends him over the edge, toes digging into the mattress as he comes all over Kurt’s perfect ass, white strips of come landing as high up as Kurt’s lower back.

Kurt falls back onto his stomach and Blaine slumps next to him, waits for his breathing to return to normal.

“On second thought,” Kurt murmurs, “I think I’ll keep the shirt.”