Kurt follows after Blaine, his hands fiddling with the bottom of his shirt. He leans against the shower wall, watching as Blaine adjusts the temperature before sliding the curtain closed, and standing up to look at Kurt.

“Are you going to undress or should I help you?” Blaine’s tone is surprisingly calm considering they’ve never seen each other naked before. He takes a step forward, but Kurt puts his hands up.

“No. I’m going to undress myself. And you’re going to watch.” Kurt’s says confidently, despite how fast his heart is beating with anxiety.

Blaine swallows, dropping his hands to his sides. He stays silent, bracing himself against the wall as Kurt’s fingers reach for his shirt.

Kurt keeps eye contact with Blaine as he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor. His eyes flicker closed, and his hand moves down his chest, fingers grazing over his nipples. He moans quietly, his thumbs hooking into the waist band of his trousers.

Blaine’s reaching for his own pants when Kurt’s eyes snap open, “No. You aren’t allowed to touch yourself,” he says firmly, maintaining eye contact as he pulls his jeans down his thighs, kicking them off when they fall to his ankles.

Kurt walks over to Blaine, kissing him viciously while his hands fall to Blaine’s ridiculously tight Cheerios pants, “I’m going to undress you now,” Kurt says, and Blaine nods slightly to show his approval, “Don’t touch me until I say so.”

Kurt leans down, pressing wet, hard kisses against Blaine’s chest, the hair tickling his chin as he moves further south. When he reaches a hip, he bites down hard, and Blaine’s hands fly to Kurt’s head.

“I said, no touching,” Kurt states, swatting his hands away. He stands up, his fingers pressing into Blaine’s pants before he finally pulls them down, and Blaine gasps as the cold air hits him.

Blaine grabs Kurt’s shoulder, pulling him forward and pressing their mouths together, and Kurt responds by pushing him back. “No,” He says firmly, finally lowering his boxers to the ground and stepping out of them, “Get in the shower.”

Kurt pushes on Blaine’s chest, urging him backward towards the steam, “You’re gorgeous,” Blaine mutters, entwining his fingers with Kurt’s, pulling him under the stream.

“We have about 20 minutes before half time,” Kurt breathes, “You have to go do the half time show.”

Blaine murmurs something Kurt can’t hear, and then their lips are attached again, and Kurt’s leaning Blaine against the wall, his hand wrapping around Blaine’s erection, “Shit, Kurt. We just- Shit,” Blaine pants out while Kurt pulls harshly on his hair, tilting his head back to nip bruises into his neck.

“Can you not come again, Blaine?” Kurt rasps, pumping Blaine’s cock with firm strokes.

Blaine groans, throwing a leg around Kurt’s waist, “Fuck- I- Yes. Fuck, but I want you to come with me,” he manges to say.

The water is probably too hot, and the steam is making it difficult to see, but Kurt releases his grip on Blaine’s hair, and lowers it the leg that’s still on the floor, “You don’t get to come until I say so.”

Kurt plants his feet firmly, making sure he’s well balanced before hoisting Blaine’s other leg around his waist and pinning him to the shower wall. He moans as their erections collide, and he has to focus to keep from toppling over.

“Kurt, it feels so good,” Blaine grunts, and Kurt claims his tongue, teeth grinding punishably against it while he thrusts forward.

Blaine’s hand falls between them, the water making up for any missing lubricant, and he wraps his hand around both of their cocks as best as he can, “Fuck,” he gasps at the contact, and Kurt bites down on his shoulder.

“Blaine, fuck. You feel so good,” Kurt grounds out, thrusting into Blaine’s hand as he struggles to keep from falling over. He sucks a purple mark into Blaine’s collar bone, gripping onto Blaine’s thighs tightly.

Blaine increases the speed of his hand, and throws his head back against the wall as Kurt’s nails dig into his skin.

“Kurt I-I, fuck. I’m gonna come,” Blaine says desperately, his free hand clinging to Kurt’s back.

Kurt moves his head to look Blaine in the eyes, “You don’t get to come until I say so,” he says softly, his own orgasm approaching, “Beg for it.”

Blaine whimpers, his strokes less precise, “Please, Kurt. Fuck, please let me come.”

Kurt feels the warmth in his lower stomach, the coil tightening as Blaine pleads against his ear for permission, and well fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing he’s heard ever, then he doesn’t know what it is.

“Come with me, Blaine. Come now,” Kurt demands hotly, biting down on Blaine’s bottom lip before pushing his tongue inside to quiet Blaine’s moan.

Blaine’s hips move forward on their own while streaks of white fall across Kurt’s cock. Blaine continues moving his hand up and down until Kurt follows him over the edge, smothering his own moan with Blaine’s mouth.

Kurt catches his breath, lowering Blaine to his feet while he steps back into the stream of water, “Holy fuck,” he manages to finally say, smirking triumphantly as Blaine slinks to the floor.

Blaine looks up at Kurt with tired eyes, “Just so we’re clear, I’m stay on the Cheerios.”

Kurt smiles down at him, “You have 3 minutes before half time. I think that’s the best use of 17 minutes I’ve ever come up with.”

Blaine stands, his legs shaking as he takes over the water and rinses his hair, “Just, yeah. Staying on the Cheerios.”