Kurt and Blaine never saw themselves as the type of couple that survived on physical contact.

While other couples fucked like rabbits because they had almost no chemistry otherwise, Kurt and Blaine were content with just watching a movie or talking on the phone for hours on end—just feeling the other’s presence was all they needed to make their hearts swell with love and happiness.

But that didn’t mean they weren’t teenage boys.

Horny teenage boys.

And sometimes, they just let themselves go. They let hormones and instinct take over and just basked in the heat of the moment. Like now, for example.

Kurt and Blaine had been on edge all day, after a heated makeout session in Kurt’s car before class had started. They had gone all day thinking of one another, spacing out in class because they were too busy thinking about how Blaine’s hand made its way down to Kurt’s crotch in the car, and how Kurt had gasped and rolled his hips forward into Blaine’s hand and moaned deeply.

Needless to say, the day had passed by in a frustratingly lust-filled haze.

So at the end of the day, Blaine and Kurt stalled in the parking lot for another 15 minutes because they couldn’t get their lips to part, they just had to have more, more.

Somehow they made it to Kurt’s house and all but ran inside. They made it to Kurt’s room before the arousal overwhelmed them and Blaine found himself pressed against the wall opposite the door, kissing Kurt with everything he had. Kurt was kissing back just as passionately, tangling his fingers in Blaine’s hair and pulling. Luckily, he hadn’t worn gel today.

Blaine pulled his and Kurt’s shirts off, throwing them across the room, not caring where they landed because Kurt was doing amazing things with his tongue. Blaine ran his hands over Kurt’s smooth, strong torso, biting Kurt’s lip softly. Kurt moaned deeply, his voice husky, as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down Blaine’s chest. This time Blaine moaned, pulling at Kurt’s hair as Kurt made his way lower and lower until he was kneeling, hand at the waistline of Blaine’s jeans, pulling down at his zipper. He pulled Blaine’s cock out of his boxers and stroked slowly, looking up at Blaine through his eyelashes. Blaine’s eyes were dark and lust-filled, the urgency shining through as he thrust into Kurt’s hand, silently begging for more.

Kurt smiled before taking the head of Blaine’s cock into his mouth, licking teasingly at the head. Blaine made a noise in the back of his throat, wanting more but not wanting to push Kurt. It was delicious torture. Finally, Kurt swallowed as much of Blaine as he could, pushing until his cock was touching the back of Kurt’s throat and staying there for a few seconds. Then he pulled his head back, dragging his lips across the warm length until he got to the tip, then back down again. He built up a rhythm, bobbing his head back and forth. The moans coming from Blaine’s mouth went straight to Kurt’s cock, making him hard as a rock. But he was focused on making Blaine go over the edge.

And that’s why neither of them noticed Finn standing shocked into silence, hand on the doorknob, face beet red. It wasn’t until he finally came to his senses and tried to leave silently that the floor creaked and Blaine opened his eyes.

He saw Finn and froze. What were you supposed to do when your boyfriend’s brother caught you recieving a blowjob?

“Blaine?” said Kurt, staring up at Blaine in confusion, still holding his slippery cock.

“F-Finn…” said Blaine, unable to form words. He was still in a state of deep shock, not even able to comprehend that his cock was out, in the hand of his kneeling, shirtless boyfriend, fully exposed to Finn.

“Wha…” Kurt turned around and practically screamed.“FINN OH MY GOD!”

“Ohmygodohmygod I’m sorry, um…I—I’m just gonna go…Uh…eat something…bye,” Finn said, red as a cherry and looking anywhere but at Kurt and Blaine. He almost ran into a lamp (“Fuck!”) because he had his hand shielding his eyes.

Meanwhile Blaine was frantically tucking himself back into his pants, and Kurt was wiping his mouth and shouting at Finn. Blaine was too embarrassed to hear every word but he did catch a few — “You need to learn how to knock, it really isn’t that difficult!” and “I never walk in when you’re screwing Rachel! Jesus, Finn!”

Finn clambered up the stairs, just wanting to be anywhere but there. Once he left, Kurt was left panting and Blaine was still against the wall, mouth open in shock. He stared at the spot where Finn was, then at Kurt. Kurt stared back. They were both speechless.

Then Kurt spoke.

“What a bonerkill.”