With a long, relieved sigh, Kurt laid his head against the pillow of his new bed, pulling the white comforter up until it reached his chin. He tried to get into his usual sleeping position like he did at home; his head buried into the pillows as he laid on his side in a semi-fetal position, his knees inches away from touching his smooth, flat stomach, and his delicate little hands clutching at the sheets.

He closed his eyes as he normally did, clearing his mind of all thoughts as he waited for sleep to come.
Kurt didn’t hear that annoying sound the ceiling fan made as the blades made a hamster-wheel circle. He didn’t hear the soft hum from the aquarium filter (Blaine had insisted on bringing his exotic fish when they moved). He didn’t hear the loud music and bangs from the dorm next door, where a stereotypical college party was being held. Kurt Hummel didn’t hear any of these sounds, and nothing reminded him that he wasn’t far from home and his own bed.

25 minutes later Kurt’s eyes opened slowly to peek at the time that was flashing in blue numbers on the nightstand’s alarm clock. He groaned as he saw just how much time he’s spent laying there in the dark. Kurt rolled onto his back, wondering if a new position would suit him better on the unfamiliar mattress. These weren’t his sheets and this wasn’t his mattress, he reminded himself as he closed his eyes once again. Since he was so determined to make the move to college with Blaine, they hadn’t had room for all the furniture. So, they’d just brought Blaine’s bed. After all, they didn’t really need two beds. Their relationship was anything but platonic, so up until that point Kurt had rather liked the idea of “being forced” to share a bed with his boyfriend.

Now? Not such a good idea.

In one last feeble attempt at falling asleep before midnight, Kurt rolled onto his other side, thinking maybe his brain would finally realize he needed to sleep.
He closed his eyes tightly as he heard the front door open; automatically knowing that it was his boyfriend by the soft humming coming from Blaine’s throat.

'Great. He’s home.' Kurt thought bitterly to himself, figuring he’d never get any sleep now. The whole point of Blaine going to the library was so that Kurt could unpack a bit and go to bed early. He was supposed to be asleep by now; he had a long day of classes tomorrow.

Kurt had to at least pretend to be asleep, he had to pretend he didn’t hear Blaine quietly walking into his room and fumble around in the dark, stripping off his shoes and black skinny jeans.

“I know you’re awake.” Blaine muttered quietly after slipping into bed behind Kurt, wrapping his arms around the taller boy’s waist and nuzzling his head against Kurt’s back.

“Well, it’s not my fault. This bed loathes me. I’ve been trying to fall asleep for an hour now.” Kurt sighed softly in frustration, his hands pressed over Blaine’s.

There was a long silence from Blaine, so Kurt thought he was just going to sleep. Then he suddenly gasped, a bolt of pleasure shooting down his spine as he felt Blaine’s hot breath on this skin of his neck, the heat of his tongue drawing a line against Kurt’s ear moments later.

“B-Blaine…” Kurt whimpered, trying to turn his head to look at his boyfriend, only to be facing him unexpectedly as Blaine gently laid Kurt onto his back, straddling the boy below him with ease. His lips immediately resumed their place on Kurt’s ear, groaning deeply against it before he dropped warm, open-mouthed kisses all over Kurt’s neck, the soft groan still remaining as he did so.

“I think I can solve both of your problems at once.” Blaine murmured, looking up at Kurt with those motherfuckingbedroomeyes, the ones that turned Kurt into jelly under his dominant hands.

Still, Kurt tried to hold on to the last bit of self-control he had left in him, his words coming out in gaspy moans as Blaine slipped out of his t-shirt, tossing it across the room carelessly.

“I-I have class tomorrow. We…We can’t.” Was Kurt’s weak attempt at turning off Blaine Anderson.

‘Never mind, take me now.’ Was Kurt’s next thought as his eyes followed Blaine’s hands as they slipped down to the waistline of his boxers, pushing them down and tossing them in the same proximity of his shirt. Kurt had to force himself to look away, surges of heart rushing down his body into the large bulge in his own boxers.

“Exactly. So I’ll just make you really tired, and hopefully my little plan will help you to really love this bed.”

Blaine’s mouth pushed against Kurt’s, barely waiting for Kurt’s lips to part before slipping his tongue in, groaning into his mouth loudly. As he slid his tongue against Kurt’s and nipped his bottom lip, one hand pinned Kurt’s arms above his head on the pillows, the other trailing slowly down Kurt’s chest towards the elastic band around his hips, that soft layer of Calvin Klein the only thing that separated Blaine from a very needy, a very hard Kurt.

“O-Oh! Fuck!” Kurt cried out as he threw his head back, bucking his hips shamelessly as Blaine rubbed him roughly through his underwear, the sexiest grunt emerging from his lips. He wanted more than anything for his hands free, just to have the option of pleasuring Blaine the way he was to him.

Blaine loved watching Kurt’s expressions change as his hand pumped up and down, causing an unbearable amount of friction. When he couldn’t take waiting any longer, he ripped Kurt’s underwear right down the middle and tugged them off of him, earning a surprised scream from Kurt. After flinging the ruined boxers across the room, he wasted no time with added foreplay, reaching over to grab a pillow to place under Kurt’s hips and rummaging through the nightstand’s top drawer until he found a condom and new bottle of lube, setting the items on the bed and quickly coating one finger into the liquid, sliding it into Kurt’s tight entrance.

The whole time, Kurt had let out a torturing series of groans and sexy whines, his hands flying up into Blaine’s hair once they were free. In the state he was in, that was about all he could do without screaming in pleasure.

Blaine had a one-track mind when it came to sex: one finger. Two. More lube. Try not to come when Kurt looks at you like that while making that noise. Three. Still holding it in. God, this is torture. He nods, it’s go time.

Kurt could never keep a smirk off his lips as he watched Blaine quickly tear open the little gold packet, slide it on, and coat his erection generously with warm lube. But Blaine knocked that smirked right off Kurt’s face, watching his face twist in pleasure as both men let out a relieved groan as Blaine slowly slid his way into Kurt’s entrance.

Blaine leaned in, covering Kurt’s neck with warm kisses as his thrusts gradually picked up speed, grunting quietly under his breath. It was so damn tight, but that only made it feel even better. His eyes were locked on Kurt’s as he pushed in and out, the color a dark almond as he growled and began slamming himself into Kurt as hard and quickly as he could without hurting his boyfriend.

At the sudden change in speed, Kurt screamed, and he wasn’t embarrassed at the high-pitched sound of it. He didn’t care if the people next door could hear him through the wall, let them. Nothing could describe how amazing it felt to have Blaine looking at him that way. Nothing could compare to the pleasure Blaine’s quick, even thrusts brought him. Nothing could make him feel more high, more satisfied.

“O-oh..Blaine.” Kurt managed to pant, running his hands down his boyfriend’s chest, which was covered in a light layer of sweat. “I’m so close….Please, Blaine.” He begged with a loud moan, watching Blaine’s hand wrap around his cock and move up and down quickly, Kurt’s back arching slightly as he gripped the sheets tightly in his hands, balling up the majority of it in his fists.

“Come. Now.” Blaine muttered hotly in Kurt’s ear, pumping his hand faster and rubbing circles on the underside of Kurt’s cock with his thumb, still grunting in Kurt’s ear to encourage him over the edge.

As if on command, Kurt’s muscles tensed and shook with ecstacy and finally went limp as he released a heavy flow of come that covered Blaine’s hand and the bottom of his stomach. Blaine continued to pound into Kurt with no mercy, throwing his head back with a loud groan as he came, riding out his release until he could barely breathe. He landed on top of Kurt, both men taking a few minutes to calm down, Kurt brushing back Blaine’s sweaty curls to kiss his forehead sweetly, his hands rubbing Blaine’s back soothingly.

“I like this bed a lot more now.” He whispered with a chuckle, biting his lip as he watched Blaine licking the come off his hand, looking at Kurt innocently as he did so.

“Told you so.” Blaine said after swallowing, planting a soft kiss on kurt’s lips as he pulled out, a soft whimper coming from Kurt’s lips at the loss of contact.

“I hate it when you’re right.” Kurt mumbled, leaning up to kiss Blaine softly again.

“I’ll be right back.” Blaine told him quietly, walking into the bathroom to tie off and throw away the used condom, wipe the dry come off of his stomach, and brush his teeth before walking back into the bedroom, a bright smile immediately coming to his face at the sight.

In the five or so minutes he’d gone the atmosphere of the room had changed from heated and reeking of sex to a quiet, dark bedroom. The pillow beneath Kurt’s hips had fallen off the bed , and Kurt himself was tangled in the sheets he’d pulled from the bed, fast asleep.

Blaine quietly slipped into bed, pulling the comforter over his head as he pulled Kurt close to his chest, breathing in the fading scent of his cologne as he closed his eyes.

As he fell asleep, a tangled mess of sheets and intertwined limbs, he hear the annoying sound the ceiling fan, the hum of the aquarium filter, and the sound of cars driving by. But most of all, the sound closest to him, he heard Kurt’s heartbeat.