He was nervous. His palms were coated with a thin sheen of sweat and the money he held was damp in the spots where it was pressing in his fist. Blaine Anderson was not the type of boy to walk into a strip club, he just wasn't. So why go? Peer pressure, hormones and the undeniable wonder that lies in Blaine's mind. He was so put together, so young, so innocent. His friend Sebastian clapped his hand onto Blaine's shoulder as they stepped forward to the club's bouncer. 

"Blainey boy's ready to grow up, eh?" Sebastian remarked loudly, laughing. Blaine felt his face redden and a group of men behind him chuckle.

"Sebastian shut the fuck up. Let's just get this over with." Blaine muttered flipping his fake ID open to the bouncer and walking forward with Sebastian. 

"Get this over with? Oh, no, no, no. You have no idea what you're in for." Sebastian said maniacally. A lump formed in Blaine's throat, he couldn't do this. This was all wrong. Blaine was a role model of a boy. He got impeccable grades; he was polite, kind and well rounded. What would his mother think if she knew this was what he was doing during his first semester of college? Oh, God, what would his father think? While he now supported Blaine's sexuality, he was still uncomfortable whenever Blaine mentioned a boy, let alone going to watch one take his clothes off. Guilt swept over Blaine and he pivoted around, ready to the fuck out before he felt like an utterly despicable son, but Sebastian grabbed his arm with a firm grip and laughed. "Oh Blaine Anderson, what will we do with you. Come on. We're getting drinks then a nice, clear front row seat!" 

"Fine, just, I, fuck." Blaine swore softly under his breath as Sebastian dragged him first to the bar where he grabbed a beer, then to a table for two near the stage. A metal pole was anchored to the center of the stage, with a catwalk jutting out in front of it. Blaine was sitting somewhere around the middle of the catwalk, a clear view of the pole in his vision. He took a long drink from his beer, emptying a third of the bottle. 

"Easy tiger, don't want to have your stomach pumped on your first night out with the big boys." Sebastian commented. Blaine simply glared back. He was trying to tell Sebastian how awful he felt with his eyes, but is didn't seem to be working. Sebastian simply scanned the room, licking his lips and smirking at attractive men who walked by. 

"You're a pig, Sebastian." Blaine said, watching Sebastian wink at a man who walked by. Sebastian smacked his hand to his chest in mock offense. 

"Me? No! Blaine Anderson is accusing I, Sebastian Smythe of being a pig? No!" Sebastian yelled sarcastically. Blaine bit back a laugh. He was not in the mood for Sebastian's humor right now. Not the time, nor the place. The dirty, mysterious, yet fascinating place. Blaine couldn't help but be a little intrigued by the strip club. He's seen movies, and read books, but this was the real thing. And he's only ever seen women strip clubs, like he'd seen in RENT. His pulse quickened. No matter how wrong it felt, watching another man take his clothes off was going to be undoubtedly hot.

Lost in thought, it took Blaine a moment to notice the cheering that began around him. He turned his attention to the man dressed in a tuxedo standing on the stage. "And now gents, here's what you've been waiting for, Eros and his love buds!" The whoops and hollers of men around him were deafening. Blaine simply clapped unenthusiastically as Sebastian screamed, pumping his fist into the air. A loud, thumping beat began to play and a line of about six men came dressed in white dress shirts, black slacks and black bow ties. They danced to the rhythm of the song, flashing dazzling smiles and collecting bills from men reaching out to them. The chorus of the song hit and they ripped off their shirts and turned to form a V formation from either side of the pole. From behind the curtain, a man dressed in the same clothes stepped out, but he wore a silver suit jacket. 

"Hello Boys!" He yelled and the crowed roared. He was stunning. Blaine's mouth hung wide open at the sight of this man, pale, lean, and absolutely gorgeous. He had perfectly coiffed light brown hair and fuck, if those weren't the bluest eyes Blaine had ever seen. Blaine absentmindedly tapped Sebastian on the shoulder.

"W-who is that?" Blaine stuttered. Sebastian laughed yet again.

"Eros." Sebastian replied right into Blaine's ear, and Blaine felt his breath spurt out the name. Eros.

Heat began to flow throughout the course of Blaine's body, and his head began to spin as he watched Eros move across the stage in the most ungodly way possible. His hips rolled, his shoulders shimmied, and his legs kicked higher than Blaine thought was possible. His clothes need to come off now. Blaine was on edge and something inside of him was breaking through the usually virtuous demeanor. He finally broke, letting his body jump up and join the other men who were standing along the bottom stage and catwalk. Blaine was sure Sebastian hollered something wildly inappropriate when his did so, but Blaine didn't care. He had to get closer to Eros. 

When Blaine squirmed his way to the front of the crowed, pushing and shoving, earning himself dirty looks from other men, a new song began to play. He watched as Eros stripped his jacket and threw it offstage.

He started to sing. Eros adjusted the body microphone he was wearing and he started to fucking sing. Something else twisted in Blaine's stomach as he listed. He was wonderful. Blaine was overcome with heat and lust, so he ripped out the bills that were in his pocket. 

Let's play a love game, play a love game

Do you want love or you want fame?

Are you in the game? Doin' the love game

Just as Eros finished a line of the song, he tore off his shirt, leaving only his bow tie and pants left. His chest was broad and toned, right above his smooth, muscular, abdomen. Eros's skin was a milky complexion, and it was shining lightly with sweat. Blaine realized he was panting lightly. Eros climbed onto the pole, twisting his long legs around it and swirling in a circle. Blaine's breathing was heavy, his shirt was dampening with sweat and nothing was processing. It was all too exhilarating, the beautiful man with the gorgeous voice, the loud thumping of the music, the heat of men's bodies pressed up against each other in attempt to watch the beautiful man with a better view. 

I can see you staring there from across the block
With a smile on your mouth and your hand on your huh! 
The story of us, it always starts the same
With a boy and a girl and a huh and a game
And a game, and a game, and a game, a love game

Eros dismounted the pole and twirled his hips with the beat of the music. His hands trailed down his body and his fingers clamped around the zipper of his pants. Blaine fisted the hem of his shirt in anticipation. Unzip it. Unzip it. He did. Painfully slow, Eros removed his bottoms and tossed them aside. He flashed the crowd a mischievous, sultry grin. He danced around, tight boxer briefs clinging to his legs and crotch. Blaine wanted to jump onto the stage and grab him. He felt his own jeans tighten; he was getting hard. His first thought was to be embarrassed and ashamed, but fuck it, Blaine thought. He cared no longer about his upstanding reputation at this moment. 

Blaine whipped a dollar bill out in front of him, reaching as far as his arm would extend. Eros came along the line of men, smirking and jutting his hips every so often, collecting the money that was held out to him. Blaine's heart pounded against his chest as he walked closer. He leaned down to grab the money from Blaine when he paused, only for the slightest amount of time, giving Blaine a very strange look. 

Had Blaine looked insane? What was wrong, and why the hell did Eros look at him like that? Eros took his money and swaggered on, but he pivoted back around and glanced at Blaine again. Blaine was getting self-conscious, and his cheeks flared up to a dark pink. This was a mistake all of it. He came back down from his high, and pushed his way back over to Sebastian who was now making out with some guy at their table. Awesome. The crowd clapped loudly when he saw Eros shake his ass and hop offstage, thanking them. 

After all he realized he was still hard, and as much as he didn't want to be Blaine was so turned on. Maybe he could sneak into a bathroom stall and get off. No that's disgusting. This is a public place but-fuck, he was so damn hard. He searched for the bathroom and finally shoved open a door he found down a small hallway. 

This was not a bathroom. Blaine looked up to find Eros in a bathrobe. This was just rich.

"I, fuck, I am so sorry, shit-I am an idiot, I was looking for the bathroom and-fuck, I'm sorry I'll go now." Blaine stuttered, his cheeks were probably redder than before, if that was even possible.

"Wait!" Eros said as Blaine whipped around to leave. "The bathrooms here are horrible, you might contract an STD if you use it. You can use my bathroom if you want, it's much cleaner." Blaine slowly turned around to face Eros. God, he was gorgeous. 

"Uh, I, um thank you, that's very nice." Blaine said under his breath. Only Blaine didn't want to use his bathroom, but how was he going to say no. He wanted to get off, that's all he wanted to do right now, and how was he supposed to when the man he wanted to get off to was standing right next to him. He was so embarrassed, and Sebastian was never going to be forgiven for this. Eros gestured him to the bathroom and Blaine snapped the door shut. He quickly texted Sebastian his situation and waited for a witty reply. 

Blaine's cock was straining against his pants. There was no way he was going to get off here. No way. Blaine wasn't exactly, quiet, per say. He stayed in the bathroom a moment longer to make it seem like he used it. He washed his hands, even if he didn't need to.

"Thanks." Blaine muttered as he walked out.

"So did you like the show?" Eros asked, smiling.

Blaine was taken aback by his question. He wasn't exactly expecting small talk. "Oh, um, yes. You have a lovely voice." 

"My voice?" Eros appeared confused.

"Y-yes? I mean no? I-"

"No, no thank you. I just don't really get comments about my voice. Guys usually mention-never mind." Eros said.

"Well I think you're a great singer, Eros." Blaine said, and flashed him one of his sweet, polite, smiles. 

"Kurt."

"Huh?"

"My real name is Kurt. Eros is just a stage name for, uh, for this job." Kurt dropped his head, looking at the floor. "I have no idea why I just told you that."

"I'm Blaine." Blaine stepped a little closer to Kurt. "I won't tell anyone if you don't want me too, Er-I mean Kurt." Blaine simply looked at him for a moment. He didn't seem the same as he was on stage, like he was completely out of his own skin. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." Kurt looked up to Blaine with his piercing blue/green eyes.

"This might sound weird but, um, wow, I-when you were, uh, getting money from guys and stuff you came over to me, and, well you probably don't even remember and it was probably nothing I just-you kind of gave me a funny look. Just stop me if I'm being dumb." Blaine scratched the back of his neck as he spoke, his eyes darting around the room. 

Kurt chuckled softly. His laugh. "I know I'm sorry about that. I remember you. I think you're cute, that's why I gave you a look. And it might have to do with the fact that you were the only man who was dressed in a cardigan and bow tie, with you're hair gelled. You caught my attention is all." Blaine smiled, blushing again.

"Oh. Ha. Thanks?" Blaine replied bashfully. "I think-I think you're cute too. Not cute, hot? No, um attractive. I think you're very attractive, Kurt." Kurt's eyes were shining. Blaine said these things sometimes and he wished that they would never come out of his mouth ever again, but they still did. "Okay! I'll be getting out of your hair now, thanks and best wish-"

"Hey, hold on two seconds why don't you?" Kurt said, stepping forward and placing his hand on Blaine's arm. "Do you want to stay?" Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes. Oh God. "You don't have to, but I mean company is nice and I think you'd be a guy I'd like to talk to."

"I want to stay." Blaine said without really thinking. His thoughts were clouded with a thick fog of lust and delusion. He wasn't regretting anything tonight. He just didn't care. His heart rate was unusually high tonight and he planned to keep it that way. 

"Why?" Kurt's voice dropped, though he seemed surprised, and he stared at Blaine with sudden lustrous eyes. This certainly was not helping the problem in his pants. 

"I-you just said you wanted me to-and fuck, Kurt, I don't meant to be rude but stop looking at me like that." Blaine said breathily, as he searched for air. 

Kurt stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck. There faces were so close, Blaine couldn't get a grip on himself. A small noise emitted from the back of his throat. "Mmm, thought so." Kurt whispered.

"T-thought what?" Blaine asked.

"How old are you, Blaine?" Kurt asked.

"E-eighteen. I-I'm a freshman at NYU." Blaine stuttered back. Kurt wouldn't break his gaze. Blaine wanted to lunge forward and attach his lips to Kurt, but his body wouldn't let him. "W-why, how old are you?"

"Twenty."

"Oh."

"Mhm." Kurt sounded. Blaine couldn't stop himself from placing his arms around Kurt's waist. He felt so good, holding Kurt. Their bodies were pressed against one another, heat boiling at the touch. He didn't even know why it felt good, but God, it did. "Do you want to kiss me?" Kurt murmured, moving his face even closer to Blaine's. 

"God, yes." Blaine said breathlessly, his mouth centimeters away from touching Kurt's face. 

Kurt kissed the sensitive spot behind Blaine's ear. A low moan emitted from Blaine's lips, Kurt smirked. "Are you a virgin?" He whispered.

"N-no." Blaine said, trying to get a grip on himself, yet failing.

"Hmm." Kurt hummed. "Interesting." Kurt's hands dropped to the bottom of Blaine's shirt. He slowly started unbutton Blaine's cardigan. "Tell me, what do you want?" Kurt asked.

"I want you. All of you." Blaine took a moment to gather his thoughts. What was he saying? What was even happening? What the fuck was he letting himself do? Kurt was a stripper, and he had just met him ten minutes ago. Blaine knew he wanted something, no matter how wrong he knew it was, he wanted it. Kurt had finished unbuttoning his sweater, so he placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders, pushing the cardigan off, where it dropped to the floor. 

"Do y-you do this with all of your...your um, customers?" Blaine asked nervously.

"Customers?" Kurt giggled softly. "No."

"No?"

"Most of them aren't as captivatingly handsome and unusually debonair as you." Kurt purred, staring at Blaine with wide, mock-innocent, eyes. Blaine's breath hitched as Kurt's tongue moved out of his mouth to lick his lips. Fuck. "So no, I don't do this with most guys."

Blaine didn't try to resist himself anymore; he lunged forward, crashing his lips to Kurt's, tasting sweetness and white wine as their mouths worked together. Kurt slipped his tongue into Blaine's mouth. Blaine groaned and pressed his body closer to the pale boy's, wrapping his arms tighter around him. Kurt panted as he detached his mouth from Blaine's, moving it to his jaw and kissing around is chin and neck. Kurt lowered his hands to Blaine's ass and squeezed it gently. 

Blaine found the tie to the bathrobe Kurt was wearing. He stopped Kurt's kisses for a moment, taking his chin in hand and tilting it to meet Blaine's eyes. "Can I..."

"Shit, you're such a gentleman," Kurt teased, "yes." He said, letting Blaine work out the knot that the robe was tied in. Kurt shifted a bit to let the robe fall off of his shoulders. He was still wearing the skin tight, black boxer briefs, as he was before. Blaine stared at Kurt's pale, smooth, chest. He ran his hand over the skin, Kurt's eyes fluttering close at the touch. Blaine leaned down to kiss the skin a few times when Kurt pulled his head up.

"You're beautiful." Blaine whispered.

Kurt blushed ever so slightly. "You're turn." Kurt breathed sensually; lifting up the black t-shirt Blaine had worn underneath his sweater. "Fuck." Kurt hissed, gaping at Blaine's very muscular build. Kurt let himself explore Blaine's body, first grabbing Blaine's arms, then moving to his broad chest, holding his hand over Blaine's heart. "Your heartbeat." Kurt stated. "Is it normally that fast?" He smirked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Shut up and kiss me, damn it." Blaine said, pressing his lips to Kurt's once again. Every doubt he'd thought he had been thrown at the window. The only thing that mattered right now was Kurt. Mysterious, sexy, gorgeous, fucking stripper, Kurt, who was entangled in Blaine's arms. 

Their tongues clashed and collided with each other; the kisses were rough and sloppy, wet smacking sounds echoing quietly in the room. The heat of skin-on-skin contact made Blaine's eyes roll to the back of his head. Kurt let out soft whimpering noises that drove Blaine wild. Without thinking, Blaine thrust his hips forward, his hard cock in search of friction. Kurt froze for a split second and Blaine felt panic flood over him.

"I'm sorry I-" Blaine mumbled.

"No, don't apologize." Kurt's eyes darkened as the corners of his lips curled into a sultry simper. Blaine dropped his shoulders in relief. He leaned in to kiss Kurt again, but the pale boy shook his head, lowering himself, his fingers ghosting over Blaine's torso. Kurt knelt to his knees and looked up to Blaine, whose heart was about to beat out of his chest. "Mmm, I'll show you how the boys in the big leagues do it." Kurt growled. 

There was a voice inside Blaine's mind, tiny and distant, telling him that to do this with a complete stranger was wrong. But the prominent bulge in his pants and the flow of ecstasy in his body told him otherwise. He encouraged Kurt with a small nod.

Kurt's fingers undid Blaine's jeans, painfully slow, making sure to tease Blaine with kisses on the outside of his pants as he did so. Blaine released a soft groan, biting back his bottom lip.

"Kurt..."

His milky white fingers slid Blaine's pants down, then Blaine stepped out and kicked them aside. At last, Kurt slipped off Blaine's boxers, his cock free. Blaine hisses at the sudden cool air on his overheated flesh, making the haze in his mind swirl faster. Without warning, Kurt sunk down onto Blaine, warm, wet pressure enclosed around Blaine's cock.

"Oh, fuck!" Blaine exclaimed, lacing his fingers through Kurt's silky hair. Kurt's tongue worked around the head of Blaine's cock first, a fist held around the base. Blaine threw his head back in pleasure, moaning and grunting as Kurt sucked and licked his way over him. Kurt moved both of his hands around to Blaine's ass, pulling him into his mouth more. Blaine took the gesture as to move, so he slowing began working in and out of Kurt's mouth.

Kurt emitted a satisfied hum, taking Blaine in as far as he could. The sensation of Kurt's throat humming nearly made Blaine scream out, but he bit his tongue back, grunting loudly instead.

"K-Kurt, fuck, Kurt." Blaine panted. "I-if you don't s-stop then I'll finish early-fuck!" Kurt sucked hard, making Blaine cry out. He slid off of Blaine's cock with a faint pop. 

"Isn't that the point?" Kurt asked, confused.

"Don't you think there's s-something else you'd rather be doing than g-giving me a blowjob?" Blaine shakily asked. He couldn't believe was he was saying.

"You want to..." 

"Oh, God, Kurt, if you don't want to I-"

"I want to, I want you to fuck me, yes, but you didn't seem like the type of guy to...you know put out like that." Kurt said, looking up at Blaine through his lashes.

"I said I wanted all of you." Blaine told him. He took Kurt's hand and pulled him back up to his feet. He placed his face next to Kurt's ear. "I want to fuck you so hard, that you won't be able to walk in a straight line tomorrow." He muttered, breathing hotly on Kurt's neck. 

"Fuck, Blaine, you're," Kiss. "so," Kiss. "hot." 

Kurt gestured Blaine over to a couch that was in the corner of the room. He walked over and leaned back, letting his body fan out over the couch. Kurt fumbled through a bag and some drawers, and then he came over, a bottle of lube and a condom in hand. He stopped and scanned his eyes over Blaine, lying on the couch. Blaine knew that his cheeks were probably a shade of dark pink from the heat, and his bashfulness. 

"You're so beautiful." Kurt said under his breath. He climbed on top of Blaine, smirking. He peppered kissed all around Blaine's chest, licking and sucking on certain spots. Blaine helped Kurt shimmy out of his black boxer briefs, his cock springing out when the underwear was tossed aside.

"God, Kurt..." Blaine groaned, letting the image of Kurt sink in. His perfectly sculpted body, like it was one of the roman statues from an art museum. 

"Shhh, lay on your stomach." Blane's soft hands helped Kurt flip over onto his stomach. Blaine's fingers traced down the line of Kurt's spine and over his crack, making him shiver. Blaine flipped open the bottle of lube and slicked his fingers. He teased around the entrance of Kurt's hole, making Kurt whine beneath him. As he pushed his finger inside, Kurt's breath hitched and he moaned at the new sensation. 

"Move." Kurt whispered, desperate for Blaine to hit his sweet spot. Blaine paced himself, thrusting his finger in and out as his other hand rubbed Kurt's back. He crooked his finger, brushing over Kurt's prostate. "Oh, fuck Blaine!" Kurt cried in pleasure, jutting his ass back on Blaine's hand. "Another, more." Kurt grumbled. Blaine gently worked a second finger in, Kurt writhing and groaning beneath him. Blaine leaned over Kurt's back and kissed his neck, biting and sucking as his two fingers bent and scissored in and out of Kurt. After another few minutes, Blaine added his last finger as Kurt released a high-pitched whine. Blaine licked and nipped at the skin near his ear, but the heat and passion of the moment overwhelmed him too, making him grunt and swear under his breath.

"More," Kurt moaned, and he whimpered as Blaine slid his fingers out of Kurt. 

"You're sure..." Blaine said, tearing open the condom wrapper with his teeth. 

"I need you to fuck me, Blaine." Kurt said, turning back over on the couch. He leaned back, propping himself on his elbows. Blaine licked his lips, rolling the condom onto his cock. He felt heat coil in his lower abdomen. Kurt stroked himself as he waited for Blaine to find a comfortable position, and Blaine lined himself up with Kurt's entrance.

Kurt met Blaine's gaze. His pleading eyes bore into Kurt's waiting in anticipation. He needed it so badly, he wanted to be inside of Kurt, it was a feeling of desire at levels he has never even experienced before. Lately Blaine had been so empty and plain. But, God, did he want to feel something again. And in that moment, Kurt was making him feel everything. 

Blaine slowly pushed himself into Kurt, his eyes rolling back as he moaned in pleasure. Kurt winced at the sudden pressure, but soon enough a flow of ecstasy canceled out any pain he might have felt. Kurt's face alone was enough to make Blaine groan, on top of his cock inside of Kurt. Blaine leaned up a bit once he was all the way inside of Kurt. He hooked his hand onto the back of Blaine's neck, bringing him down for a passionate kiss. They broke apart, faces still centimeters away from each other. "M-move." Kurt pleaded before he dropped his head into the crook of Blaine's neck sucking the skin, making sure he would leave a mark for Blaine to remember the next day. 

Blaine thrust in and out of Kurt, his movement sporadic at first as he tried to find a steady rhythm. Kurt's hands scratched at Blaine's back as he cursed and grunted, whining Kurt's name over and over. Blaine was moving faster now, panting hard and making high-pitched sounds each time he slammed back into Kurt. Blaine's hips swiveled in all the right ways. Kurt kept saying how good Blaine felt and how much he'd had been needing this.

"Y-you're such a good fuck, ohmygodfuck!" Kurt shouted incoherently. One of Kurt's hands was tangled in Blaine's hair, the other pressing firmly against his chest. Sweat beaded on Blaine's forehead, leaving his curls falling loose from his copious amounts of gel. Blaine had never felt so good in his life; never had he felt such passion and thrill, all from a boy he shouldn't be with, doing things he shouldn't be doing.

"Kurt, I d-don't want t-to forget this i-in the morning. Fuck." Blaine sputtered out as he smacked hips against Kurt's ass, leaving the skin red and blotchy. 

They were moving at a steady, quick pace, trying to catch their breaths as Blaine's cock slid in and out of Kurt. Blaine found Kurt's cock, wrapping his hand around it and spreading pre-come over the head with his thumb. Blaine stroked him in the same rhythm as he fucked him, making Blaine's brain completely short-circuit. As he pumped his cock in time with his thrusts, Blaine had his other hand placed around Kurt's neck. 

"Fuck, Blaine, fuck, oh my God, you're perfect, and fuck-Blaine!" Kurt yelped as he Blaine moved in and out of him, nearly pounding him into the couch. 

All at once, Blaine locked his hands on Kurt's torso and pulled him up fast and hard, then flopping onto his back, lying down on the couch. He was still inside of Kurt, but Blaine was now underneath Kurt, head thrown back in pleasure at the new warm weight of Kurt sunken down on his cock from the top.

"Blaine, what-" Kurt began, out of breath, taken aback by the action.

"Go. I know what I'm doing." Blaine told him pleadingly. Blaine began to gyrate and roll his hips beneath Kurt, pushing his cock as far as he could inside. Once again, Blaine wrapped his fingers around Kurt's cock which was resting on his stomach, pumping it a few times to get Kurt going. Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's chest as he started to move again, getting Kurt to groan loudly, his fingers fisting into the fabric of the couch. Kurt's ass slapped against Blaine's thighs as the moved, faster than before, hands exploring bodies and overheated flesh mixing into one, big, lust ridden mass. 

"Harder, Blaine, shit, harder!" Kurt pulled Blaine close from above, sealing their lips together. Kurt broke away staring into Blaine's eyes, pooled with lust. Between Kurt's eyes, and the loud smack of their bodies working together, Blaine was coming very close to the edge.

"So...close Kurt..." Blaine breathed, licking a bead of sweat from Kurt's neck and biting down on his shoulder. 

Blaine jerked his hip, slamming into Kurt's prostate, setting him off. Blaine's hand worked him through his orgasm. The tight clench of muscle around Blaine's cock as Kurt came, shaking, made Blaine come seconds later.

Blaine pulled out slowly after a moment, breathing heavily. Blaine looked at Kurt; disheveled sex hair, flushed pink cheeks, and his mouth wide open. Blaine brought his hand to his mouth, licking Kurt's come clean from his fingers. 

Blaine rolled off of Kurt's body, lying out on the other end of the couch. He smiled sincerely at Kurt, who looked wrecked, still shaking a bit from his orgasm. "That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had." Kurt commented absentmindedly, not noticing Blaine's apparent blush. "Mmm, preppy college boys, who knew?" He laughed softly. Kurt climbed over to Blaine, cat-like, then lied down on top of him stroking Blaine's skin. He kissed and nipped at Blaine's neck. "Don't worry." Kurt said.

"About what?" Blaine asked, confused.

"I won't tell anyone your dirty secret now. Unless, you want to that is. Might be bad for business though." Kurt said, studying Blaine's befuddled expression. "If you tell everyone you fucked a stripper," he explained, "The most fabulous Eros!" Kurt added sarcastically. 

"Oh, no. This isn't anyone's business but ours." Blaine kissed Kurt sweetly. "Our secret. Much hotter that way, yeah?"

"Ooh, I like the way you think." Kurt told him. "And the way you fuck." Kurt winked, licking Blaine's lower lip before taking it in his mouth and sucking on it. 

"For the record," said Blaine, "I almost forgot you were a stripper. I was too lost in how fucking good I felt. Better than I've felt in a long, long time." He chuckled, making Kurt blush.

"Wow." Kurt said, grinning. "You're something else, huh?"

"I guess so." Blaine grinned, his stupid, dapper, charming grin, clutching Kurt to his body. "I want you to remember me, tonight, though I'll probably never see you again. Can you do that for me?" Blaine asked, locking eyes with Kurt, beautiful, gentle, yet wild Kurt.

"I have a feeling you'll be kind of hard to forget." Kurt said, tracing Blaine's face with his fingers and smiling softly, the dimly lit room glowing upon his features.