Kurt can’t get that night out of his mind.

It’s there every time he closes his eyes, phantom hands caressing his skin, the sound of Blaine’s voice so real to his ears. He’d taken matters into his own hands multiple times since that night, reliving it in his mind.

They’d lain in bed for another few moments and maybe something else would have happened, Kurt trying to convince himself that he hadn’t dreamt it all up or that he wasn’t having a truly vivid hallucination. Brittany had come wandering in suddenly, her cheerful cry of “Found you!” ruining the mood.

Kurt had panicked, finding his undershirt and putting it on over his head before grabbing his dress shirt and slipping it on as he headed for the doorway of the guest room. This wasn’t him. He didn’t do things like this.

“Kurt!” Blaine had called after him, another sound that still plagued Kurt. He’d been unable to speak, darting down the steps to the basement and grabbing Finn (who was deep in drunk conversation with Rachel) while ignoring the hoots and hollers of their friends at the state of his clothes. He remembers praying that they were all too drunk to recall that.

He’d ushered Finn out to the car and drove off, and that had been that.

Blaine hadn’t approached him since. He still sees Blaine in the hallways, just as before, the gelled hair and the black leather jacket making him stick out from the crowd. It’s like nothing had changed between them – even though everything had changed.

Kurt had changed.

He hadn’t expected to, but he had.

He now got the appeal of porn, even if the idea of some of it still intimidated the crap out of him. He now knew what it was like to have someone touch him.

His friends had been shocked by what had happened at the party – though, thankfully, they’d all been pretty wasted and didn’t remember much. Santana still liked to bring it up and embarrass him every chance she got though.

The real problem is now that he’s had a taste of Blaine, he wants more.

He wants it all.

Kurt just doesn’t know how to go about it. He can’t just approach Blaine, he’s tried and he can’t work up the nerve to actually do it.

“Jeez, Hummel,” Santana says from behind him. “If you stare any harder, you’ll set him on fire.”

“Leave me alone, Santana,” Kurt snaps, walking away from her down the hallway, hoping she’ll let it go for today. He’s not in the mood for her teasing.

“I’m feeling benevolent today,” she continues, falling in step beside him. “I’m not going to give you crap.”

“You’re a peach, really,” Kurt replies, reaching his locker and pulling it open, hastily trading out his books. He’s wasted too much time in the hallway already, staring at Blaine.

“I’m going to help you,” Santana tells him, leaning against the locker next to his.

“Help me with what?” Kurt asks, not paying her any attention. He’s hoping that she’ll take the hint and go away.

“Get your leather clad badass into your bed,” Santana answers, her tone indicating that he should have known that.

Kurt looks at her, wide-eyed. He licks his lips, his mouth suddenly dry.

“What makes you think I want that?” he croaks out.

She smiles knowingly.

He’s in so much trouble.

*

Kurt bites his lip nervously, pacing back and forth in his empty living room. His parents and Finn are all out for the night and Kurt expects to have the house to himself for the next few hours.

The lights are dim, there are candles lit and he’s got a fire going in the fire place in the living room. An old blanket from the linen closet is on the floor in the living room and he’d set the throw pillows from the couch down there as well.

Santana had helped him pick out his clothes – skin tight jeans and sheer white dress shirt with his signature undershirt under it. He thinks Blaine would appreciate the nod to his layers. He’d debated long and hard about the tie he was wearing with it, but ultimately left it on.

Santana had suggested kidnapping Blaine at first, and just tying him down so Kurt could have his way with him, but Kurt had vetoed that option, blushing so hard he could probably stop traffic.

This was going to be embarrassing and nerve-wracking as it was – he didn’t need to make it a possible felony on top of everything else.

The doorbell rings and Kurt swallows hard, his heart hammering in his chest as he forces himself to answer the door.

Blaine’s there on the doorstep, his eyes dark in the dim light outside, his face expressionless.

“You came,” Kurt breathes out, smiling in spite of his nervousness.

“Your text was cryptic,” Blaine replies, staring at him. “Wanna play a game? – K’” he quotes. Kurt can’t help the little thrill that goes through him because Blaine had memorized the text he’d sent. “You knew I’d come.”

“I hoped,” Kurt whispers, stepping back to let Blaine inside.

Blaine enters and glances into the living room, turning back to give Kurt a knowing smirk. “I take it we’re alone?”

Kurt nods, his mouth going dry. He licks at his lips to try and conjure up some moisture and doesn’t miss the way that Blaine’s eyes follow his every motion.

“Well then,” Blaine asks. “What game are we playing here, Hummel?”

Kurt takes a deep breath, reaches into his pocket and pulls out a deck of cards.

*

Kurt stares at the cards in his hand, biting his lip. He can’t actually believe that Blaine agreed to play. There they were, sitting across from each other on the floor, the fire still going strong behind them. It had been… interesting, so far. Blaine had lost his leather jacket, his t-shirt and his socks and shoes.

Kurt had lost his tie, his see through shirt and his socks and shoes. He chances a glance at Blaine over the top of his cards, watching the firelight dance over his olive skin. It’s enough to take his breath away and distracting on top of that – that’s the only reason Kurt can think of for why he loses that hand.

Blaine leans back with a smirk, staring at him. Kurt’s heart pounds again and he swears one of these times it’s going to beat right out of his chest or something.

“What’s it gonna be, Hummel?” Blaine asks. “Pants or undershirt?”

Kurt blushes, his skin turning red under Blaine’s watchful gaze.

“Well?” Blaine prompts, raising an at eyebrow at him. “Get on with it.” Kurt’s fingers creep to the waist of his undershirt and he bites his lip, hesitating. He chances another glance at Blaine. Blaine is staring at him intensely, his eyes dark with what Kurt thinks is desire.

Kurt can’t believe it, that he’s making Blaine Anderson look at him that way. The idea is empowering and Kurt whips his undershirt off over his head without another thought. Blaine’s still riveted, though his eyes are on Kurt’s bare chest now. Kurt can’t help but think of the last time they were like this, bare-chested and alone together. His eyes flutter shut for a second in remembrance and then he opens them, giving Blaine a coy look.

“God, Hummel,” Blaine practically groans. “You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?”

Kurt bites his lip, suddenly unsure. Was his inexperience that obvious?

Something must have shown on his face because then Blaine is scooting across the floor, through the invisible divide they’d set up between themselves, cards scattering. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded,” Blaine says in a rush. “I just meant…” he trails off, staring into Kurt’s eyes. Kurt kind of can’t breath for a second because Blaine has completely invaded his space and he wasn’t ready for that at all.

Blaine takes Kurt’s hand without saying anything else and presses it directly onto his hard cock. Kurt practically gasps. Oh.

“You are killing me in all the best ways, Hummel,” Blaine whispers, leaning forward and nosing around Kurt’s ear as he talks. Kurt shivers, unable to comprehend that Blaine is nearly in his lap and Kurt has his hand on Blaine’s cock and how the hell did this become his life?

“Kurt,” he manages to get out.

“What?” Blaine asks.

“My name is Kurt,” Kurt repeats. “Last time you said my name, and now you’re calling me ‘Hummel’ and I…”
Blaine presses his finger to Kurt’s lips, stopping his words.

“I’ll call you whatever you want me to… Kurt,” Blaine tells him, his voice low and quiet. Desire shoots down Kurt’s spine and his own cock aches, having been hard from the moment Blaine had walked in the door earlier.

Kurt reacts on instinct, leaning forward and planting his lips right on Blaine’s. Blaine makes a noise of surprise, his hands rising up to cup Kurt’s face and hold him in place. Kurt’s hand is still pressed against Blaine’s cock and he rubs it against Blaine lightly, nervously. Blaine groans against his lips and Kurt feels a little thrill of victory.

A little surer of himself, Kurt pushes at Blaine’s shoulders gently, and Blaine gets the hint, lying back slowly until his head is resting on the pillows on the floor. Kurt follows, their lips still attached, straddling Blaine’s lap. Blaine’s hands are everywhere, brushing his nipples and rocking Kurt forward by holding his hips. Kurt manages to get a hand in-between them and rubs at Blaine’s cock again, marveling in it.

He decides he wants to really touch it, skin on skin, and he pulls his mouth away from Blaine’s, his hands moving toward the waistband of Blaine’s jeans.

Kurt gives Blaine a questioning glance and Blaine smirks again as if he’s daring Kurt to do it. Kurt’s not one to back down from a challenge, so he pops the button and lowers the zipper without any further hesitation and then glances at Blaine again. Blaine’s still giving him that look, so Kurt inhales and then slips his fingers under the waistband of Blaine’s underwear, tugging. He pulls both articles off in one fell swoop, moving off Blaine as he goes, tossing them aside.

He looks up and there’s Blaine lying out in front of him, wonderfully, gloriously naked. Kurt kind of gapes a moment, taking it all in. Blaine is beautiful; the light from the fire makes him glow and oh God, there is his cock. A noise escapes from Kurt’s throat at the realization and he can’t move for a second.

“See something you like?” Blaine asks. Kurt thinks he’s going for mocking but it comes off more as vulnerable and it’s exactly what Kurt needs to hear to get himself together.

He can do this. He’s wanted nothing more than this since the party.

“Yes.” Kurt finds his voice. He moves then, practically pouncing on Blaine, his lips attacking Blaine’s mouth. He gives his hands permission to roam, to investigate Blaine’s skin and muscles and how they react to his touches. One hand drifts down and wraps around Blaine’s hard shaft, stroking lightly. Blaine moans but the angle is awkward. He shifts over to lie on his side next to Blaine, their mouths reconnecting. Blaine takes Kurt’s hand and puts it back on his cock, their fingers intertwined as they work him up and down together. Blaine’s hips roll with each stroke and he’s making these little noises and Kurt can’t quite believe this is all actually happening.

Blaine stills their hands and pulls his lips away from Kurt’s. Confused, Kurt looks at him with questioning eyes. “Wanna see you,” Blaine whispers. “Need to see you.”

Kurt’s mouth falls open and he glances down. He’s still wearing his skinny jeans and Blaine clearly wants him to take them off. Normally Kurt would have hesitated or even refused but something about Blaine’s desperate tone got to him and he shimmies out of his pants before giving it a second thought.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Blaine gasps out, tugging Kurt back in for another kiss. He tries to stifle the whimper that escapes and it comes out as a squeak. “Don’t hold back,” Blaine encourages. “Something tells me you’re a screamer.”

Kurt’s eyes roll up into the back of his head when Blaine’s mouth moves from his to explore his neck. Blaine is sucking and biting and Kurt can’t help rocking against Blaine’s thigh, which is wedged between his legs.

He presses his lips to Blaine’s neck in return, drifting lower, tasting his chest, licking at one of his nipples. Blaine seems to like that so Kurt hovers there a moment, licking and sucking on the tiny nub until Blaine is shaking under him. Blaine groans out his name, and Kurt glances up, his mouth still attached to Blaine’s nipple. Blaine looks like he’s going to fall apart any second and Kurt can’t help but feel proud about that.

Blaine pulls him off, leaning up and kissing him harshly and reaching his hand between Kurt’s legs, taking his cock in hand. Kurt cries out, startled and overwhelmed because oh God, Blaine Anderson’s hand is on his cock. He’s so close but he doesn’t want it to end just yet.

Kurt tries to move Blaine’s hand, gasping out, “I’m so close, wait…”

“I know,” Blaine replies against his mouth. “I want you to.”

Kurt shudders but manages to move his hand. “Not yet.” Blaine’s eyes widen in surprise. “And if you can’t keep your hands off me long enough for me to do what I want, then maybe I’ll just have to…” Kurt trailed off, realizing that he probably shouldn’t say what he was thinking out loud.

“Do what, Kurt?” Blaine asks, his eyes still wide.

Kurt’s eyes drift over to his tie lying on the floor on top of his shirt and Blaine follows his gaze.

“Do it,” Blaine whispers.

Kurt makes a whimpering sound, shocked and disbelieving. Blaine Anderson, the closest thing McKinley has to a badass besides Puck, wanted Kurt to tie him up.

Kurt bit his lip. “Are you sure?”

“Don’t offer something and then not follow through, Kurt,” Blaine replies. “If it’s something you want, then I’m okay with it.” Kurt nods and exhales, moving quickly to grab his tie from his neatly folded pile of clothes. He glanced at Blaine, calculating, his heart pounding his chest. This is not something he’d ever pictured doing but he’s strangely captivated by the idea.

“Arms over your head,” Kurt orders, his tone light. Blaine smirks but does as asked, his arms raised and crossed at the wrists over his head. Kurt scoots up so he’s kneeling next to Blaine’s head, leaning over Blaine so he can tie his wrists to the leg of the heavy arm chair near Blaine’s head.

Blaine’s looking at him and licking his lips and Kurt doesn’t know what to do now. He reaches out and touches Blaine softly, exploring. Blaine’s entire body is an open playground just for him. It’s a heady thought and he lets himself drift with it, smoothing his hands over the contours and planes of Blaine’s skin from his chest to his feet. Blaine isn’t quiet – in fact, he’s bordering on loud and Kurt’s idly concerned that the neighbors might be able to hear him but he can’t quite bring himself to care about that at the moment.
He finds himself at eye level with Blaine’s cock, the tip wet with pre-come.

“Use your mouth,” Blaine begs. “Please.” This is a far cry from the Blaine who was so forceful after Rachel’s party. Kurt’s nervous, he’s certainly never done this before, but Blaine already knows that so he figures he’s got nothing to lose in this scenario. It’s not like Blaine can go anywhere.

He starts slow, licking and tasting Blaine’s cock, Blaine’s appreciative groan reaching his ears. Encouraged, Kurt opens his mouth and wraps his lips around the head and sucks lightly. Blaine is trembling beneath him and Kurt can feel how stiffly he’s holding himself, probably to keep from bucking up, which Kurt really appreciates because that would probably end badly. He takes a little more, and then a little more and his jaw aches but Blaine’s making the best sounds and watching him fall apart is a complete rush.

“Kurt,” Blaine gasps, “Gonna…”

Kurt pulls off, stroking Blaine, his eyes trained on Blaine’s face as Blaine tumbles over the edge and comes hard.

Kurt’s breathing hard, wiping his hand on the blanket with a grimace. “Was that… okay?” he asks Blaine, surprised when his voice sounds a little hoarse.

“That was amazing,” Blaine breathes out. “Come here.”

Kurt shifts and lies out next to Blaine, kissing him softly. He’s still hard, a fact of which he’s reminded of when his cock brushes against Blaine’s hip. He moans and Blaine pulls back. “Looks like we still need to take care of you,” Blaine says.

He doesn’t know what to say to that, though inside he’s screaming OhGodyesplease.

“Do you want me to untie you?” Kurt asks, moving to do just that.

“Wait,” Blaine stops him. Kurt glances at Blaine, pausing. “I want to try something.”

“Okay,” Kurt agrees softly. “What do you want me to do?”

Blaine groans again. “Jesus, Kurt, you can’t say things like that. I can’t get hard again that fast.”

“Oh.” Kurt blushes. “Sorry?” he offers up.

“Don’t be sorry,” Blaine says. “It’s hot.”

Kurt finds his mouth falling open again. He doesn’t understand how he could just have had his mouth on Blaine’s cock but that it’s Blaine’s words that unravel him.

“So,” Blaine begins like maybe he’s a little nervous and Kurt blinks in reaction. “I think I’d really to put my mouth on you.”

“But you don’t want me to untie you?” Kurt asks, struggling to figure out how that’s possible and… oh. “You want me to…” He gestures with his finger at Blaine and Blaine nods. Kurt debates it for a second and then moves so he’s straddling Blaine’s chest, his entire body shaking.

Blaine opens his mouth and Kurt squeaks at the sight before steeling himself and sliding closer. He guides his cock into Blaine’s mouth slowly and at the first feel of Blaine’s mouth on him, he’s completely and utterly lost.

Blaine’s mouth is hot and moist and it’s all Kurt can do not to just thrust in harder or faster - he doesn't want to choke Blaine. He’s breaking a sweat all over, shaking as he moves, rocking slowly in and out as Blaine does his best to work Kurt over with his lips and his tongue.

Kurt doesn’t know what the future holds for him and Blaine after this, but what he does know is that this is the best (even if it’s the first) blowjob he’s ever going have. Nothing will ever feel better than this.

He cries out Blaine’s name as he comes down Blaine’s throat and then slumps forward, leaning on the armchair to hold himself upright.

“Oh, my God,” he pants. It’s all he can do to slide back and lift himself off Blaine. He sinks to the floor and reaches over to undo the knots holding Blaine’s arms to the chair leg. Blaine works himself the rest of the way free and then tugs Kurt to him, kissing him hard and fast.

“We should play more often,” Blaine says when they break apart and Kurt smiles sheepishly.

“Maybe we will,” he teases coyly.

Blaine smiles and Kurt’s breath catches in his throat. “What did you have in mind?”