The sound of a motorcycle pulling into the garage startled Kurt. Very few people in Lima even owned one, and fewer still were willing to bring them to Kurt's father's shop for repair and maintenance, instead choosing to bring them to the specialty shop an hour away.

Kurt wiped his hands on a rag and swept an arm across his forehead, leaving the hood of the Honda he was working on open. He strode to the front of the shop, finding himself incredibly curious to see who had brought their bike in for repair.

To say Kurt was surprised to see his boyfriend astride a sleek Yamaha motorcycle would have been putting it mildly.

All the air seemed to have rushed out of the building, and Kurt found himself struggling for breath. He swiped his arm across his forehead again. The temperature in the garage seemed to have climbed 10 degrees despite the cool breeze wafting in through the open doors.�

Blaine tugged off his his helmet �and ran his fingers through his hair, loosening the curls that had been flattened. He shut off the bike, leaving the key in the ignition, and hung his helmet on one side of the handlebars. He threw his right leg over the bike, using it to push down the kickstand, and then leaned casually against the bike.

"Hi, Kurt." He grinned.�

Kurt knew he looked ridiculous with his jaw hanging open and his eyes nearly falling out of his head.

He frankly didn't care.

Blaine stepped forward, his hands hooked in his belt loops. He reached out, closing Kurt's mouth with a gentle finger and then resting that same finger on Kurt's lips.

"So, what do you think of my ride?" he asked, smirking.

Kurt's hands shot up, clasping behind Blaine's head and tugging his face to Kurt's. Their mouths crashed together, tongues tangling and their breathing quickening to harsh pants.

Kurt tore his mouth away from Blaine's, placing his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders and pushed him away slightly.

Once he'd caught his breath, he finally replied to Blaine's question.

"I love it," he breathed, his lips brushing��Blaine's ear. Blaine shivered, then leaned up to kiss him again.

Kurt turned his head, and Blaine's lips landed on the corner of his mouth. Blaine pulled away, his expression hurt, and Kurt wrapped a hand around his neck to hold him close.

"Let me lock up, okay? And then you can kiss me again." Kurt gently unwrapped Blaine's arms from his waist. "Don't move," he whispered, "I'll be right back."

Kurt hurried over to the door, kicking the door stop away and yanking the door closed. He flipped the lock, tugged down the shade, and shut off the "Open" sign before returning to Blaine.

His hands twined in Blaine's curls as he molded his body to his boyfriend's, slotting their hips together and moaning��into his mouth.

Blaine shuddered against him, sliding a leg between Kurt's thighs and rutting against him, forcing Kurt to step back until he was pinned between Blaine's body and the Honda he'd been repairing. Their breathing quickly turned ragged and their kisses sloppy as they tried to find a rhythm. Blaine's lips left Kurt's for a moment, and his boyfriend leaned forward, pressing his mouth against Blaine's, unwilling to break the contact just yet. "You know what I've always wanted to do?" Kurt asked, voice rough.

"Mmmm?" Blaine groaned, the vibration against Kurt's lips sending shivers down his spine. Kurt pressed light kisses along Blaine's jaw, sucking hard on the spot just below his ear. Blaine sagged a little, his knees buckling slightly, and he wrapped his arms more tightly around Kurt as he struggled to stay upright. Kurt nipped at Blaine's ear, taking the lobe into his mouth and nibbling on it before pressing his lips to the shell of Blaine's ear. "I want to fuck you over the desk," he whispered, lips barely moving. Blaine really did collapse then, his body weighing heavily on Kurt's as his knees gave out. He raised his eyes to meet Kurt's lust-blown gaze and struggled to get his feet under him again. He reached upwards, slamming his mouth against Kurt's once more and twining his hands in his hair.

Kurt's mouth fell open, his tongue sliding forward and swiping harshly over Blaine's in a demand for entrance. Blaine sighed, his hands tugging Kurt's head closer as his jaw dropped open in an unspoken acceptance of Kurt's demand. Their tongues tangled as Kurt's hands threaded through Blaine's curls, tugging his head to the side and bringing their mouths into perfect alignment.

Blaine moaned, grinding down on Kurt's thigh and biting hard on his lip. Kurt's hands fell from Blaine's curls to his shoulders, shoving the leather jacket down and forcing Blaine to drop his hands from Kurt's hair. Blaine shrugged the jacket off, his hands grasping Kurt's face hard and pulling him forward as Blaine began to stride backwards toward the office.

Kurt slammed Blaine against one of the other cars in the shop, a black Chevy SUV, and Blaine's head smacked into the window with a loud crack�that both boys ignored. Blaine sagged against the car, his body arching into Kurt's as he moaned and yanked the other boy's face to his neck. Kurt sucked hard on the sensitive skin of Blaine's neck, swiping his tongue over the purpling mark before shifting his focus lower, nipping at Blaine's collarbone before leaving a second bruise. Blaine yanked Kurt's face back to his, mouths crashing together as Blaine shoved Kurt away from the car, forcing him to stumble backwards several paces before being pinned against yet another vehicle. Blaine's hands tugged on Kurt's coveralls, tearing open the snaps and forcing the sleeves down Kurt's arms until the material hung loosely at his hips. One of Blaine's legs wedged in between Kurt's thighs, followed quickly by his hand. Kurt's hands shot to Blaine's hips as Blaine's hand closed over him, gently squeezing once before applying more pressure as he began to move.

Kurt arched forward, desperate to increase the friction between the two of them as his hands squeezed Blaine's hips even harder, fingernails digging harshly into his skin. Blaine's hand traced the hard outline of Kurt's erection through his coveralls, the fingers of his other hand buried in Kurt's hair, tugging his head back and exposing the long, pale column of his neck. Blaine sucked hard on the hollow spot on his chest before his tongue traced a path up Kurt's neck, nibbling at the underside of his jaw before pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline. Kurt ground down on Blaine's hand, tugging the other boy closer to him and nearly lifting his feet off the ground.

"Enough," Kurt growled, lifting Blaine higher and throwing him over a shoulder.

"Kurt, what are you--"

Kurt kicked the office door open, whirling around to slam it shut as he dropped Blaine back onto his feet and slammed him into the door. "Shirt off," Kurt growled, reaching a hand behind Blaine to flip the lock on the door.

"You, too," Blaine gasped, his hands reaching for the snaps of Kurt’s coveralls.

"You. First." Kurt responded, shoving Blaine’s shirt up his chest and forcing him to release his hold on Kurt's shirt. Blaine raised his arms above his head, and Kurt yanked his shirt off and tossed it to the side. Blaine's hands immediately returned to Kurt's waist, ripping the shirt up and over his head before throwing it across the room. Kurt ran his hands over Blaine's chest, his fingers catching in the coarse hair. Blaine reached out, unfastening the remaining snaps on Kurt's coveralls so they fell to the ground. Kurt kicked them away, one of his hands reaching down to work the button of Blaine's dark jeans while the other teased one of his nipples. Kurt leaned down, his mouth replacing his hand on Blaine's nipple as he reached down to shove Blaine's pants down to his knees. Kurt sucked hard on the nipple, forcing it into a firm bud before sinking his teeth into the hardened flesh. Blaine groaned, his eyes sliding shut as his hands fisted in Kurt's hair. Kurt's hands began toying with the waistband of Blaine's boxers as he shifted his attention to the other nipple, licking and nibbling as he tugged Blaine's boxers down his legs. Kurt bit down hard before pulling away and sinking to his knees.

Kurt continued tugging Blaine's boxers down, leaving them tangled with his jeans at his ankles. His hands gripped his thighs firmly as he leaned in, his face a breath away from his boyfriend's cock. "Don't tease, Kurt," Blaine moaned, voice ragged as he tugged on Kurt's hair, trying to bring the other boy's mouth closer.

"Patience," Kurt chided, his thumbs brushing over the insides of Blaine's thighs. Blaine whined, eyes closing as he tugged on Kurt's hair again, his hips bucking forward as he did so. Kurt leaned forward, breathing lightly over Blaine's cock as he pressed a kiss to the inside of one of his boyfriend's thighs.

"Kurt, please," Blaine begged, desperation creeping into his voice as his hands tightened in Kurt's hair.

"So impatient," Kurt murmured, inhaling sharply through his nose. He flicked his tongue out, barely brushing over the base before tracing his tongue along the underside of Blaine's cock. Blaine moaned, his hips jerking forward, only to be stopped by Kurt's hands firmly grasping his thighs. "Hold still, Blaine," he ordered. Blaine's hands dropped to Kurt's shoulders, gripping tight enough to bruise, as Kurt's tongue darted out to lap up the pre-come that was leaking steadily from Blaine's cock. Blaine shuddered, leaning more of his weight on Kurt as his knees buckled. Kurt swiped his tongue over the head of Blaine's cock…once, twice, before enveloping it in the warm wetness of his mouth. Blaine moaned, and his hips rocked forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of Kurt's mouth. Kurt took a deep breath before relaxing his throat, bobbing his head forward until his nose pressed against Blaine's stomach.

Kurt swallowed hard, the action made difficult with Blaine’s cock stretching his mouth wider than was comfortable. Blaine opened his eyes, staring down at Kurt, who raised his head just enough to meet Blaine's gaze. Kurt's eyes were opened wide, the pupils blown with lust as he pulled away, one of his hands wrapping around the base of Blaine's cock. He pulled back even further, his hand following his mouth as his tongue pressed up against the underside of Blaine's cock. He dragged his teeth lightly over the sensitive skin, and Blaine shoved hard at him. "Ugggghhh," Blaine moaned. "I'm close, Kurt," and with those words, Kurt released Blaine's cock, his lips making a wet pop as he pulled away. Blaine whined, the sound breathless and needy, and Kurt tugged him away from the door, his lips on Blaine's once more as he backed him up against the desk. Papers scattered as Kurt shoved Blaine onto his back, yanking off his boots and tearing his pants from his ankles.

Blaine struggled to sit up, his hands reaching for the waistband of Kurt's boxers. Kurt batted his boyfriend's hands away with one hand while tugging open a desk drawer with the other.�He glanced away from the panting boy in front of him for a moment, fingers searching for the false bottom of the drawer. Kurt pressed down on the spot in the front of the drawer, and the false bottom popped up, revealing the drawer's contents.

Blaine struggled to sit up again, and Kurt flattened a palm against his chest, pinning him down. Kurt popped the cap on the bottle, warming the liquid between his fingers before dropping the bottle back into the drawer.

"Kurt, why do you--ahhhhh,"�Blaine's question was cut off by a harsh moan as Kurt slid a finger inside of him.

“What was that?” Kurt asked, sliding his finger a little further. “Were you going to ask why I had supplies stored in here?”

"Maybe," Blaine gasped, hips bucking off the desk.

Kurt leaned forward, his voice barely above a whisper as he hovered over Blaine. "What if I told you this was one of my fantasies? That I get hard just thinking about fucking you over this desk?

"I've locked myself in here a few times," he continued, pushing himself upright and replacing one finger with two. Kurt pressed his fingers in more deeply, spreading them slightly. "I'll lie down--just like you are--and imagine that it's you splayed out on the desk, my hands on you, in you, while you writhe beneath me."�

As Kurt finished speaking, he crooked his fingers slightly, a teasing brush against Blaine's prostate, and Blaine whimpered, rocking down onto Kurt's hand as he slid his fingers away. Kurt thrust his fingers forward, harder this time.

"Kurt," Blaine moaned, white-hot pleasure shooting through him. Kurt repeated the motion, fingers alternating between firm pressure and light touches as he slid his hand back and forth just a little. Blaine's hips thrust up to meet his hand as Kurt slid forward, fingers brushing against his prostate each time. Blaine released his death grip on the desk, reaching down to still the movement of Kurt's hand. Kurt met Blaine's gaze, lust-blown blue meeting hazel irises nearly invisible around the stark black of Blaine's pupils.�

"Get in me," Blaine said, voice rough.

Kurt's eyes widened a little. "But, you're no--"

"Put your dick in me right fucking now, Kurt."

Kurt took a deep breath, sliding his fingers out of Blaine before shoving his boxers down and reaching into the drawer for the lube and tearing open a condom. Blaine whined at the loss, muscles clenching around nothing as Kurt rolled the condom over his length and slicked it with lube.

"Now, Kurt," Blaine demanded, the words little more than harsh gasps. Kurt rested a hand on Blaine's hip, stilling his movements as he wrapped his other hand around his cock, guiding the head towards Blaine's entrance. Kurt slid forward, stretching Blaine even further as his cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle. Blaine moaned, his back arching and forcing Kurt's cock to slide deeper.

Kurt inched forward, every muscle tense as he pushed all the way in. Kurt remained motionless, thighs quivering as he fought the urge to begin thrusting.

"What the hell are you waiting for? Move!" Blaine demanded, sliding back on the desk slightly and cursing the lack of leverage he had. Kurt gritted his teeth, hands moving to Blaine's hips as he pulled out just a little before rocking forward.

"Dammit, Kurt, stop being such a tease and fuck me already." Blaine slid on the desk, biceps flexing as he used his arms to thrust against Kurt. Kurt pulled back sharply, his hips slamming into Blaine's so hard the desk slid across the floor with a screech.

Blaine shifted, trying to better angle his body as his hips lifted off the desk. As Kurt slammed into him again, his cock finally hit Blaine's prostate.

"Fuck," Blaine moaned, arching up as Kurt thrust forward. Blaine released his hold on the desk, letting Kurt take control as he wrapped a fist around his cock. Kurt smacked his hand away, replacing it with his own. Kurt's hand moved in the same rhythm as his hips, his cock hitting Blaine's prostate with each thrust and his thumb brushing over the head of Blaine's cock with each upward stroke.�

"God...fuck...Kurt...." Blaine panted, eyes closed and arms hanging limply off the desk.

"Look at me, Blaine," Kurt growled.�

Blaine forced his eyes open, taking in the sight of Kurt above him, hair damp against his forehead and skin shining with sweat. Impossibly, Kurt's pace increased, his left hand gripping Blaine's hip with bruising force as he tugged almost painfully on Blaine's cock.

"Kurt, I'm--"

"Not yet," Kurt ordered, his fist tightening around the base of Blaine's cock.

Blaine whined, his back arching as he tried to thrust his hips upward. Kurt's hand held him firmly in place as he continued pounding into Blaine, the hand around Blaine's cock stroking roughly.

"Come for me, Blaine," Kurt said, voice rough, thumb pressing insistently just beneath the head of Blaine's cock.

Blaine felt heat coil in his stomach, his entire body going rigid for a split second before he came hard, his back lifting off the desk as he curled in on himself. Blaine flopped back on the desk, his head falling down with a crack as Kurt thrust into him once...twice...before slamming into Blaine a third and final time as his orgasm shot through him. Kurt slid out of him moments later, tying off the condom and tossing it in the trash before collapsing on top of Blaine.

The boys lay still for a moment, chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath.�

"Hey, Kurt?" Blaine whispered.

"Mmm?" Kurt replied.

"Not to ruin the mood, but...you're kinda heavy."

Kurt braced a hand on Blaine's shoulder and smacked him with the other. "Stop calling me fat."

Kurt shifted his attention to Blaine's chest, tongue gliding in slow lines. "I'm not calling you---mmmpf."

Blaine moaned as Kurt's tongue slid into his mouth, bringing the salty taste of sweat and come and Kurt. Blaine's hands fisted in Kurt's hair tugging him closer until Kurt turned away, his lips brushing against Blaine's cheek.

“Are you staying for dinner?” he whispered.

Blaine snorted. “Of course I am. But first...” he shoved gently at Kurt’s chest.

“First?” Kurt queried.

“Let’s take a shower,” Blaine replied, eyes twinkling.