Rain was falling on the roof of Kurt’s house. He was tucked against Blaine’s side, their legs tangled and fingers intertwined under the sheets.

“I love being alone with you,” Blaine said, his voice muffled by the top of Kurt’s head.

Burt and Carole were gone for the weekend in D.C, a little uneasy but confident enough to trust Kurt and Finn not to go wild. So Rachel and Finn stayed in the basement, and Kurt and Blaine got the first floor. It was a fair deal.

“Hey Blaine?” Kurt asked, peeking his eyes up to see Blaine’s face.

“Yeah?”

“I feel a little dirty and sticky.”

“Oh, gosh, Kurt, I’m sorry, why don’t you go clean up and then I will and then-“

“No,” Kurt interrupted, “I wanted to know if you’d join me.”

A sly smile spread across Blaine’s face. He raised himself slowly, and picked Kurt up. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine’s torso and pulled them into a deep kiss, Blaine carrying both of their weight into the bathroom.

Kurt lowered himself and turned the shower on, sticking his hand under the water to test it out. “Should just be a minute,” he said as he stipped off his boxers, Blaine following suit.

“You’re so beautiful,” Kurt whispered, looking at Blaine’s naked body.

“I was just about to say the same thing to you.” Kurt blushed at Blaine’s response, before reaching his hand into the stream of water one more time.

“C’mon,” Kurt invited Blaine as he stepped into the shower. Blaine hurried into the small glass box, only to be brought in quicker by Kurt’s hands on his hips. Kurt retrieved his body wash and poured some into each of their hands, and began lathering his skin.

“Kurt, no! I wanted to do that for you,” Blaine pouted and looked like he just had his heart broken. Kurt gave a sympathetic click of his tongue and wrapped his arms around the back of Blaine’s neck, lowering his head to kiss the line of Blaine’s jaw and move down his neck.

Blaine worked the wash into Kurt’s skin, over his back and arms, moving to his chest and slowly working his hands lower down on Kurt’s stomach. He stopped and placed his hands on Kurt’s hips, which made Kurt pause from sucking on Blaine’s neck.

“Why’d you stop?”

“So you’d look up and I could kiss you,” he said and pressed his lips against Kurt’s, who easily dipped his tongue into Blaine’s mouth, making him let out a soft moan. Blaine slipped one of his hands off of Kurt’s hip and onto his half-hard cock, the sensation making him gasp.

Blaine pumped his hand, slow and steady, never taking his eyes off of Kurt’s. Kurt was breathing heavily, his hands on Blaine’s shoulders, their foreheads pressed together. Kurt couldn’t believe how gorgeous Blaine looked, hair dripping wet and droplets of water rolling down his body.

“Blaine,” Kurt warned.

“Are you close?” Blaine asked, pulling their foreheads apart, but never stopping his steady rhythm. Kurt nodded his head quickly, closing his eyes. He came onto Blaine’s hand with a shaking sob, opening his eyes in time to watch Blaine lick his hand clean and push the handle of  the shower in to stop the water.

They toweled themselves off quickly, Kurt rushing so he could spend more time kissing Blaine.

“Don’t think I forgot about you,” Kurt said as he nibbled at Blaine’s earlobe, wrapping his arms low around Blaine’s back and squeezing his ass. He led Blaine back a few steps, so he was leaning on the counter, a precautionary measure at Blaine’s inability to stand up if he got overly excited.

Kurt knelt down and slipped Blaine’s cock into his mouth, working quickly, and never letting his eyes leave Blaine’s. Blaine was close, Kurt could tell by the way his mouth was unable to close and his brows started to furrow. Kurt began bobbing his head even faster, his cheeks hollowing out. Blaine came, moaning and grabbing at Kurt’s damp hair. Kurt swallowed and stood back up.

Blaine wiped the side of Kurt’s mouth with his thumb, some spit and come had gathered there. He studied his finger for a moment before putting it in his own mouth and sucking gently.

“Damn it Blaine,” Kurt let out a quiet laugh, “that’s more attractive than it should be,” he admitted.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist and hummed in his ear, “Bed?”

They hurried to tuck themselves into the comforter, Kurt putting his hand on the back of Blaine’s neck and pulling him to his chest. Blaine kissed the skin there, sucking lightly at first and then hard, Kurt knowing that he’d be covered in hickeys for a week.

Which was only payback for what Kurt did to Blaine earlier.

“Blaine, c’mon. I’m worn out,” Kurt pleaded, his cock twitching, still slightly sensetive.

“But you’re just so pretty,” Blaine said dreamily into Kurt’s skin, licking over the new mark he finished making.

“Blaine.”

“Hmph.”

Despite his defeat, Blaine wiggled closer to Kurt, their legs interlocking. Kurt drapped his arm over Blaine, smoothing small circles into his back with the tips of his fingers.

“You’re perfect,” Blaine said quietly.

Kurt sighed, “I’m far from perfect.”

“Yeah, but you’re perfect to me,” Blaine finished.

“I love you, so much.”

Blaine nestled his head under Kurt’s chin, “I love you too.”