Blaine always knew when Kurt was around without even looking at the boy and that night was no different, he felt his presence lingering in the doorway as he tried to finish the last passage of the chapter he'd been stuck on since the boy had stood by the door frame, looking in. "Your mom's in the shower Kurt." He spoke without taking his eyes from the page in front of him. If he could just concentrate...

"I know." Kurt's voice floated in to the bedroom and Blaine looked up in time to see him take a small step into the room, interlocking his hands in front of his stomach and looking down at Blaine through his eyelashes. "She takes ridiculously long showers." Kurt was wearing a pair of tight white boxers and nothing else and Blaine felt himself pining for the days of Kurt's matching pyjama sets back from when he first moved in.

Blaine titled his head to the side and smiled softly at the boy. "Yes, I had noticed actually." He swallowed heavily once more as Kurt continued his slow, yet somehow nonchalant, sashay towards his bed. Kurt looked up from the carpet, once more into Blaine's eyes, and joked. "One day she'll come out completely shrivelled up and you'll rue the day you mocked me trying to enforce my skin care regime on the both of you. Are you prepared for that?" Kurt sat down at the foot of the best, gaze running over Blaine's bare chest and down to the sharp v of his hip bones where the sheet sat.

Blaine chuckled slightly and bent his knee slightly so Kurt wasn't touching any part of him. "Well, it wasn't in our vows but I'm sure I'll adjust." Blaine closed his book over and slid a piece of paper from the bedside cabinet in so he would be able to remember his place should he regain conscious control of his mind before the night was out. He titled his head to the side once more as he watched Kurt's eyes roam over his body and the room.

"Y'know, you don't look thirty eight in the slightest."

"And you don't look sixteen."

Kurt smiled, showing no teeth, and pushed his fringe away from his face. "How old do I look?"

Blaine changed his answer every time they had this conversation, last month when Kurt was wearing a blue sweater it was fourteen, just under a week ago when they were grocery shopping it was twentyish and two days ago, in his yellow cardigan, it was twenty five. Tonight though. He was just... "Older. Kurt, you look older."

That seemed to satisfy Kurt for the moment as he leant back on the bed on his elbow and ran a hand over the pale expanse of his stomach.

"Remember Quinn? She is completely in lust with you." Kurt kept his eyes trained on the invisible patterns he was drawing on his own stomach, not looking up at the older man.

"Oh really? In lust with me? Now why would Quinn be in lust with a fuddy-duddy like me?" Blaine's gaze mirrored Kurt's and he wished he hadn't put his book down as he desperately needed a distraction... Hmm. The corner of the room needs dusting. Yes, let's think about spring cleaning.

"I told her you dress like a grandpa all the time, not just for special occasions but that didn't faze her. Must have a thing for cardigans. But I thought you should know." Blaine smiled at Kurt's petulant tone. "Well, thank you. You can tell her I'm taken by a soon to be wrinkly though." Blaine smiled, teeth and all, even though Kurt was still not looking up at him. He watched as Kurt picked at the bottom of his boxer briefs where they lie on his thighs "She was there, but that whole death us do part really didn't bother her. She just wants you. She hasn't stopped talking about you since that first night at Scandals."

Blaine arched his eyebrow at the memory, that felt like a lifetime ago, "Really?"

Then Kurt looked away from his nimble fingers and straight into Blaine's hazel eyes. "It's a bit tragic really. But, well, I mean we all know nothing would ever happen."

"I happen to think it's adorable." Blaine smirked when Kurt widened his eyes and chuckled slightly. "Gosh, she'd die if she ever heard that. " Kurt looked up at the ceiling, into the corner that had captured Blaine's eyesight moments ago. "Well, best keep that one a secret then." Blaine winked at Kurt when he looked back across at him. Kurt laughed back at him and Blaine felt his cheek ache with how much he was smiling at the boy, he had missed just talking to him in the past few months. There had been so much going on that it had been all go, go, go in their household recently.

"I mean in a good way you goober." Kurt returned his wink.

"What did you just call me? A gopher?" Blaine's incredulous stare made Kurt chuckle once more.

"No! A goober. Y'know. Goofy?"

"Kurt Hummel. Are you calling me stupid?" Blaine mock-gasped and place a hand on his chest, feigning indignation. Cue another chuckle from Kurt and a twinkle shows in his blue eyes. "If you're just figuring that out now I think that's case in point Blainey."

Blaine narrowed his eyes as he watched Kurt raise himself off of his elbow and sit back on his ankles on the bed. "Dangerous territory Hummel. I can, and will, exercise some fatherly authority over you. I can now, you know. I've been reading books and such."

Kurt arched a neat eyebrow at him and crawled forward to nestle his knees between Blaine's outstretched legs, still covered by the thin white sheet, and place a hand either side of his thighs, leaning dangerously close to him with a challenging glint in his eyes. "You can try."

"Ooh, they's fighting words!" Blaine reached forward and wiggled his fingers just under Kurt's ribs, not relenting as Kurt squealed and tried to roll away from the tickling touch. He ran his fingers under Kurt's arms and he shook with laughter and tried to kick Blaine away from him. "Hey! No kicking!" Blaine shoved Kurt onto his back and, keeping one hand on the sheet to cover his naked body; he rose above Kurt and ran his other hand over his neck, sides and along his bare hips whilst keeping Kurt's lower body still with his thick thighs. Kurt's chest was heaving with laughing so much when he began to try to retaliate. Blaine threw his head back with a wicked grin. "Not ticklish, Kurt!"

He watched at Kurt's pale face began to turn red with exertion as his fingers danced over the older man's skin. "So unfair! You have to be somewhere!" Kurt pushed Blaine under the side and threw the sheet, that was previously covering him, up into the air so he could burrow under to access more of Blaine in his search.

"I'm no-"Blaine gasped and froze, Kurt's fingers had halted their assault on his body and were now gripping his erection under the sheet. "You seem a bit sensitive here." Kurt's eyes met Blaine and a proud smirk curled up onto his lips.

Blaine swallowed thickly and he felt his mouth quiver as he tightened his grip ever so slightly. "Kurt-" Blaine pulsed in Kurt's hand and he watched his fear tinged eyes and he slowly slid his grip down and up and then repeated the motion once more. "Don't..."

Down and up... Down and up... Down, twist, and up.

The sound of the shower echoed in Blaine's ears shallowly but he couldn't bring himself to stop Kurt, his hand was so warm and fucking soft, shit, he just couldn't think with him doing that... twisty thing. He watched, through hooded eyes, as Kurt moved closer and closer to him so they were facing each other and then he saw, through a blurry gaze, as Kurt pulled himself up and over so he was straddling him and raised his hips. He felt Kurt shift his hold on his cock and direct it inside him. "Oh shit. Kurt, no!" Kurt kept his eyes locked with Blaine's as he slowly slide down and Blaine could feel how sticky and wet Kurt already was. Fuck, he'd prepped himself. He made a mewling sound once Blaine was completely inside him and Blaine couldn't tear his eyes away from Kurt's blissful smile.

Push him off, push him off! Blaine's head was working in over drive, the little voice trying to scream to be heard but Kurt was so wet and warm and tight. "Fuck." Blaine whispered to the room, and to Kurt, as he smiled and began to raise his hips and thrust against Blaine's pelvis. Blaine knew he needed to stop this, needed to stop Kurt from swivelling his hips but all he could do was set his jaw tightly and dig his fingertips into Kurt's white skin. His traitorous body was reacting and his hips began to thrust from the bed, meeting Kurt's when he brought his body down. "Ku-Kurt, we can't-"

Kurt swivled his hips once more and brought his lips down to Blaine's "Shh. I won't tell." Blaine could feel Kurt's hot breath against his tongue and he tried to shake his head but it just went in time with his breathing which was becoming harder and heavier every time Kurt raised himself so high that just the tip of Blaine's cock was still in him and slammed back down on his thighs. "Oh, god, Kurt..." Blaine fisted the sheets at the side of him with one of his hands, keeping the other gripped on Kurt's hip. "Blaine." Kurt whispered as he began to slow down his thrusts, his cock leaking more precum down itself and onto Blaine's tan stomach. Blaine felt Kurt clench his ass muscles twice and on the third one he snapped. He pushed Kurt onto his back, folded his legs up onto his chest and rammed into him, bottoming out in one go. Kurt gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as Blaine took hold of Kurt's erection and fisted it in time with the movement of his hips. Kurt's heated pleas of harder and more provoked Blaine even more and he lifted one of Kurt's legs so it was over his shoulder and thrusted deeper into him.

The new position made it harder to continue to stroke Kurt's dick and Blaine watched with rapture as Kurt began to do it himself, one leg still pushed to his chest and nose almost buried in Blaine's neck. Kurt inhaled Blaine, he smelt of soap and faintly of the aftershave he had used this morning and Kurt was determined that by the time he had finished he would smell like his as well. Kurt had first noticed the mix of the way Blaine smelt the first time he had carried him out of Scandals and now he was still holding Kurt and he might be just as angry as he was then but this time he was fucking Kurt and he liked it. Kurt felt the glide of Blaine's bicep in his free hand as he carried on pumping himself closer to climax. He saw the sweat beading on his forehead and committed to memory the husky noises Blaine was making. Even if Kurt could never tell anybody about this he needed to file away every detail of this encounter.

The shower was still going.

Blaine was trying not to look at Kurt's face, that had been his first downfall all that time ago and his biggest mistake to date and he was still in the middle of making it, if he looked up at the boy he would be reminded how attracted he was to him, and not just to his youth or his love of life but he'd be reminded of how fucking flawless his face was, with his expressive blue eyes and those gorgeous plush lips, his lean body and fuck his gorgeous cock.

Having Blaine inside him was like nothing he had felt before, he had been with a few boys the summer just past and none of those had ever hit him at the right angle, never been able to locate his prostate again and again with their fingers or cocks and Kurt clamped his eyes shut once more and felt his body begin to tremble and his cock strain against the incoming orgasm. Concerned Blaine lifted his head to regard him and slowed down but was met with Kurt's ass on his hand as he begged him not to stop. Kurt was coming, all over his stomach and spurting up to his chest, fuck. Oh shit, Kurt, I'm yours. Blaine continued his thrusting and moaning through his own orgasm as Kurt's muscled clenched around him, almost locking him into place. Divorce, jail, hell. Shit, bring it on. Blaine decided it would be all worth it as Kurt continued to curve his hips still meeting every one of Blaine's intermittent thrusts, his eyes continually widened and his cock still spasming in his hand with cum leaking from its tip.

Blaine recalled something Kurt's mother had said about being tested after she found out he was sexually active and Blaine hoped that he-

"Come inside me, Blaine."

"Fuck" Blaine's world splintered as he tensed his jaw and came inside Kurt, still trying to thrust, breath sawing in and out as his cock gave its final spurts.

He heard Kurt moan happily and, still gasping for air, he searched Kurt's face, not sure what he was looking for but looked nonetheless and he found his gaze dropping to Kurt's mouth once more.

So he kissed him.

He felt Kurt smiled against him and he teased his lips with his tongue. What was another nail in the coffin now? He looked down at Kurt's stomach and chest and flattened his tongue against him, lapping up the taste of Kurt's cum and sighing happily. He looked up and kissed Kurt again, in earnest, fingers threading through his soft hair.

The shower cut off.

Blaine inhaled quickly and freed Kurt's lip from his teeth's hold and Kurt pushed him up and let him slide out with a sharp hiss of pain.

The door of the shower rolled on his hinges open.

Feeling a wet spot beneath where he was lying Kurt grabbed the box of tissues from the bedside table and began to rip a few out before handing Blaine the box.

They heard the tap of the sink go on and the sound of teeth being brushed.

Kurt jumped up from the bed after scrubbing at the wet patch whilst Blaine focused on cleaning himself up and catching the few drops that had landed on other parts of the bed in their hast to move. He couldn't look up, couldn't look Kurt in the eye. What the hell did he just do?

After throwing the dirty tissues in the trash by the side of the bed Kurt paused at Blaine's bedside for a second a whispered "Goodnight" to him. Blaine simply nodded numbly and watched Kurt's feet pad over to where his underwear must have been thrown at some point and then out of the room.

A few minutes later Elizabeth opened the bathroom door and Blaine feigned sleep, book splayed out across his chest, body back under the covers. "Oh Blaineee." She crawled in beside him and took his book away, placing it on her own bedside cabinet. "Are you out for the night honey?"

Blaine pouted slightly and nodded as slowly as he could. Feeling a bit disappointed she kissed his chest, laid down beside him and giggled softly. "Memo to self; Take shorter showers." Blaine simply rolled over, facing the door, and sighed heavily.

Memo to self; Try not to fuck your wife's son.