“What the fuck!” Blaine yells as he’s crushed against the wall and someones arm comes up to push against his shoulder blades. One of his arms is pinned above his head while the other is yanked behind his back. He tries to squirm out of the embrace but he’s just pushed harder into the wall. “What the actual fuck, man!”

“You have the right to remain silent,” the Police Officer says, slinking a cuff around Blaine’s wrist. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”

Blaine inwardly punches himself, resting his cheek against the brick wall of the alley-way. It was probably not his brightest of moments, selling weed outside of his usual territory, but he’d really needed the money and he knew how bad people around here were itching for a fix of just about anything.

“I’ll do anything if you just let me go, fuck!” Blaine pushes back again, but the grip that the stupid cop has on him forces him to stay in place.

“Anything?” The officer asks, and for one agonizing second Blaine thinks he might have a chance to get out of this.

The cuffs tighten again on Blaine’s wrists, and he cries out in pain. “I said, did you mean anything?”

“Fuck off,” Blaine snaps, and the officer pushes his fingers into the flesh beneath Blaine’s collar-bone. “Fuck! That’s fucking assault you stupid- UGH!” Blaine finds himself pushed unceremoniously to his knees, face sliding down the wall as his knees hit the cement. “If I suck your cock, you’ll let me go?”

The officer laughs, and Blaine tries his best to hide the feeling of disgust that surges through him. This is not how intended on spending his afternoon.

He’s turned around, still on his knees and Blaine looks up at the offending officer. Pale skin, light brown hair and eyes that Blaine can’t help but think are pretty fucking gorgeous. “Hello there,” he says softly, and finds his hair pulled. “Do I at least get to know the name of the guy whose dick I’ll have the honor of sucking?”

Blaine’s hair is yanked and his head flies backward. “You can call me Kurt. Not sure how much talking you’ll be doing with a throat full of cock, but sure.”

“Can you uncuff me so I can do this properly, Kurt?”

Kurt laughs ever so slightly, leaning down to unlock a single cuff. “If you try to run, I swear to god I’ll make your life hell.”

Blaine nods, rubbing at his freed wrist. “I’m not gonna run. You’re actually kinda hot. Maybe I can make you want more.”

“I don’t have relationships with criminals,” Kurt replies, tugging Blaine’s hair. “Less talking, more sucking.”

Blaine brings his hands to Kurt’s belt, undoing the clasp and then popping open the button on his trousers. He palms Kurt’s half hard cock over his pants before dipping his hand inside the waist-band.

“You don’t have time to tease me,” Kurt says warningly, his fingers tightening their hold on Blaine’s curls.

“Bite your lip or something.”

“Wha- oh, fuck!” Kurt gasps as Blaine slips his mouth over his erection, tongue sliding over the slit to collect the come pooling there.

Blaine smiles ever so slightly, bringing his hand to the base of Kurt’s dick while his mouth bobbed up and down. He pushes his tongue along the underside, swallowing around Kurt as he begins to jerk his hips forward.

“You can fuck my mouth if you want.” Blaine mutters before sinking down again, his free hand moving back to cup Kurt’s ass and bring him closer.

Kurt hesitates for a moment, and Blaine looks up at him with an amused expression. Kurt tilts Blaine’s head, moving away his hand and replacing it with his own.

He pulls back so just the head of his cock is resting against Blaine’s lips, and he gently pushes back inside. Blaine’s eyes never leave his, and without warning he thrusts hard until he feels his cock hit the back of Blaine’s throat.

Blaine swallows around him with ease, hallowing out his cheeks as Kurt fucks into his mouth again and again. There’s a sheen of sweet forming on Kurt’s forehead, and Blaine can’t help it when he brings a hand to push under his shirt, hand moving over Kurt’s clenching stomach muscles as he thrusts forward.

Kurt growls suddenly, and Blaine slides his hand between Kurt’s leg. He massages his balls slowly, almost teasingly before moving back around and sliding between his cheeks.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Kurt grinds out between clenched teeth, his hips moving erratically and Blaine can tell Kurt’s close by the way his legs are shaking. His own cock strains hard against his jeans, but he can’t bring himself to care as he hums around Kurt’s length that’s still moving in and out of his mouth.

“Yes! Fuck!” Kurt cries, and Blaine tightens his lips as Kurt comes down his throat. His own eyesight goes white for just a moment as he comes in his pants without even being touched. That was definitely new.

Blaine continues sucking until Kurt pulls his cock away, his breathing still heavy. Blaine stays on his knees, and awaits further instructions. The baton Kurt has hanging from his belt is kind of frightening. What’s even more frightening is that Blaine hadn’t even noticed it there until now.

Kurt tucks himself back into his pants, doing up his belt and tucking in his shirt. He gestures for Blaine to stand, and he does almost immediately.

“Give me your hands.”

Blaine holds out his hands, and he only has to wonder if Kurt will stay true to his word for a moment before his other hand is free of the metal. “You meant what you said?” he asks, almost in disbelief.

Kurt rolls his eyes, pushing Blaine back against the brick wall. “Stay out of trouble. I don’t want to hear about you robbing any liquor stores or some shit. Don’t make me regret this.”

“I won’t. Although, if getting into trouble means I’ll get to see you again..” Blaine lets the question hang in the air, avoiding looking into Kurt’s eyes.

Kurt releases his grip on Blaine’s shirt, stepping back and straightening out his shirt. “You do realise I won’t be on shift all the time? You might actually wind up being arrested by a big burly cop and I really don’t think you want to suck that cock.”

Blaine recoils at the thought, and frowns when Kurt begins to walk away.

“Hey! Can I at least get your number?” Blaine calls after him, staying against the wall.

Kurt twirls his baton as he walks, not looking back. “911!”