Blaine was sitting in front of his computer, trying to work on his History paper, but it was difficult when all he could think about was the mind-blowing sex he had had in front of his mirror with Kurt the day before. His phone vibrated, and he opened the text.

From Kurt: Payback time. ;)

From Blaine: Be right over.

He scrambled up off the bed as fast as he could, tripping over his own feet. He really shouldn't be this excited. Kurt had said payback. Blaine had been the one to assume it would be kinky. Knowing Kurt, it probably wouldn't have anything to do with sex at all. He grabbed his keys off his desk, threw on a pair of shoes, and ran out the door. He tried not to speed, and soon arrived at Kurt's house. He knocked on the door, hands shaking with anticipation.

From Kurt: The door's unlocked. Come on in, and head on up to my room.

Blaine turned the knob, opened the door, and went slowly inside. Suddenly a little nervous.

He went up the stairs, and stopped in front of Kurt's bedroom door. He stood there silently for a moment.

"You know, I heard you come up the stairs, Blaine. Come on in." Kurt called out to him.

So he did. And was greeted with the sight of Kurt, laying down on his bed, clad only in a long silk robe.

His breathe caught in his throat. "Um, hi." he managed.

"Hi yourself."

"You look...Wow."

Kurt laughed. "Thanks. You don't look too shabby yourself. Come sit down." He patted the bed next to him.

Blaine walked over, and sat beside Kurt.

"Now, as for this payback I have planned. I have a few rules, and I want you to listen carefully. We're going to play a little game I like to call 'Kurt Says'. It's like Simon Says, only sexier. And I don't want to be calling myself Simon during sex. Hence, Kurt Says."

"...O-Okay."

Holy Hell. My mirror sex must have worked its magic, or something... Blaine thought to himself, starting to think that Kurt's slight awkwardness and lack of confidence had been a facade all this time.

"So, when I say 'Kurt Says', you have to do whatever I say. Got it?"

"Got it." Blaine nodded, swallowing thickly.

"Kurt says....Kiss me."

Blaine leaned over, kissing him hard. He ran his tongue along Kurt's bottom lip, and Kurt parted them. He slipped his tongue inside Kurt's mouth, and ran it along the back of Kurt's teeth. Kurt moaned into his mouth, tangling his fingers in his hair.

Kurt pulled away, breathing heavy. "Kurt says take off your clothes."

Blaine ripped his shirt off over his head, unbuttoned his pants as quickly as he could, and pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion.

"Now what?" he asked, loving that Kurt was in control.

"Now, Kurt says take my robe off."

Blaine untied Kurt's robe, and pushed it off his shoulders, tossing it off of the bed, before looking down, and realizing that Kurt hadn't been wearing underwear. He moaned, low in his throat, and waited for Kurt to tell him what to do next.

"Kurt says kiss me again."

In no time, Blaine was straddling Kurt, reconnecting their mouths, and rutting against him, his erection rubbing against Kurt's thigh.

Kurt pulled away from the kiss, then.

"I'm topping today, Blaine. I know I've never topped before. But I just....I want to. I want to so badly."

Blaine had been hoping this day would come. He loved topping, of course. But he had always secretly wanted to try bottoming.

"Yeah, of course."

"You're okay with that? I know this is supposed to be payback. But ultimately, I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"You'd make a terrible evil villain, if that's how you handle payback." Blaine said with a laugh. "But yes, I'm sure. I'm totally fine with it. More than fine, actually."

"Good." Kurt replied, before attaching his lips to Blaine's neck, and sucking hard, nipping lightly at the skin. When he was satisfied he had left a long-lasting mark, he removed his lips from Blaine's neck, and pulled back so he could look him in the eyes. "Kurt says you're not allowed to make any noise. Not a peep. Nothing but the sound of your breathing. And if you do, I'll stop. I'll stop right then, and I'll make you watch me touch myself, but you won't be allowed to do a thing to help get yourself off. And then I'll send you home, erection and all."

"God, Kurt." Blaine whined. Honestly, what had gotten in to him? He didn't know, and he wasn't sure he cared. Because whatever it was, he liked it.

"Shh." Kurt said, putting a finger to Blaine's lips. "No talking, starting now. Kurt says."

Blaine bit his lip to hold back a moan. God, this was going to be difficult.

Kurt kissed him again, deeper than their previous kisses. When he pulled away, he was panting heavily. He took no time in grabbing the lube and condoms out of his side table drawer, and squirting some of the cold liquid into his palm, warming it up before spreading it over his fingers.

"Kurt says that even though you aren't allowed to talk, since this is your first time bottoming, if I'm hurting you in any way, you have permission to tell me to stop."

Blaine nodded, letting Kurt know he understood.

"Good." Kurt said. And then he took his pointer finger, and brushed it over Blaine's hole. It took everything Blaine had not to cry out. And then, Kurt was slowly pushing his finger in. He felt Blaine tight around him, as he pushed his finger in as far as it would go. He waited until it seemed like Blaine had adjusted to the stretch before adding a second finger. He thrust in and out slowly, and then removed his fingers once again. Blaine nearly whined at the loss of sensation. But then, Kurt was pushing in again. This time, with three fingers. He moved slowly. Stretching Blaine easily. Once he felt as though Blaine was ready, he pulled his fingers out. He tore the condom wrapper open, and rolled the condom onto his dick. He then squirted some lube into his palm, and warmed it up before slicking up his aching erection.

"Ready?" he asked.

Blaine nodded.

Kurt lined his cock up with Blaine's entrance, and thrust in slowly, until only the head of his cock was inside. He waited for Blaine to adjust to the stretch before shoving himself in the rest of the way. He grabbed onto Blaine hips, and pulled back slowly before slamming back in.

Blaine bit his lip so hard it began to bleed. He wanted to cry out, moan, tell Kurt how perfect and beautiful he was, just....something. But he couldn't, or Kurt would stop. And he couldn't have that.

"Kurt says you're not allowed to come until I tell you to."

Blaine let out a quiet sob, then, and Kurt stilled.

"I do believe I recall saying 'Kurt says no noise'." Kurt scolded. "But, I'll let you pass this once. But make one more sound, and the punishment I described earlier still stands."

Blaine nodded, quickly.

Kurt leaned down, placing a soft kiss to Blaine's forehead, and began thrusting again, in and out, finding a steady rhythm.

He removed one hand from Blaine's hip, and began using it to pump Blaine's leaking cock in time with his thrusts.

"God, Blaine. Fuck. You're so perfect. So, so perfect."

He ran his thumb over the head of Blaine's cock, collecting the precome there, and helping his hand to slide easier up and down the shaft. Blaine's hips thrust up, his eyes squeezing shut, and Kurt could tell he was close.

"Don't come yet, Blaine. Kurt didn't say." He whispered in Blaine's ear.

Blaine wanted to scream. Kurt knew whispering in his ear did things to him. He had never wanted to come more in his life.

Kurt removed his hand from Blaine's cock, and began thrusting just slightly faster, moaning wantonly. Blaine was actually going to go insane. He needed to make a sound. To show Kurt just how fucking much he was enjoying this.

As if hearing his thoughts, Kurt then said "Kurt says when you come, you can make noise again. But DON'T come yet. It's not time."

Blaine had to squeeze the base of his cock to hold off his orgasm. He could feel the heat coiling in his stomach, and he was writhing beneath Kurt on the bed.

"Shit. Blaine. I just....You're so hot like this." Kurt panted, thrusting a little faster. He felt Blaine's muscles tighten around him, and knew he was about to come. He waited until he was right on the edge before taking Blaine's cock in his hand, and pumping it quickly, turning his wrist on the upstroke, and rubbing his thumb across the slit. "Kurt says....Come for me, Blaine. Come harder than you've ever come before."

"GodfuckingshitKurt. You'resobeautiful. Fuck....I just. Oh, GOD. You're so good, Kurt, so good." Blaine babbled as he came. Come shooting out over his stomach and chest, and all across Kurt's hand.

Kurt came, then, too. Squeezing his eyes shut, and thrusting sporadically, riding out his orgasm.

He held his hand up to Blaine, then. The one covered in Blaine's own come.

"Kurt says lick." He panted.

Blaine's tongue darted out, licking a stripe up Kurt's palm. He took each of Kurt's fingers into his mouth, and sucked them clean. He then lapped the remaining come from the back of Kurt's hand, and sighed.

"Kurt says kiss me. I want to taste you."

Blaine leaned in, kissing Kurt gently, letting Kurt take control of the kiss. He pushed his tongue into Blaine's mouth, lapping at Blaine's own tongue, and tasting him there. He moaned softly, and pulled away. He pulled his softened cock out of Blaine, and removed the condom, tying it, and throwing it in the general direction of the trashcan. He then grabbed a few tissues from his bed side table, and used them to clean Blaine up.

"Kurt says snuggly nap time."

Blaine scooted over so he and Kurt were lying next to each other, and took Kurt in his arms, nuzzling his cheek in his hair.

"Kurt says game over." Kurt said, with a contented yawn.

"I think I like this game." Blaine smiled, fondly. "We should play it more often."

"Maybe next time we can play 'Blaine Says'" Kurt replied as he drifted off to sleep.

Blaine kissed his forehead and chuckled. "Maybe." he whispered.