Blaine tipped his head back and laughed, the sound filling the small space. It wasn’t a harsh sound, just pure amusement.

“Yeah,” he replied, “I don’t think I can go out there like this, though,” he motioned to his tented shorts. “So I might need to, um, need to…” he shifted his hand up to rub the back of his neck a bit awkwardly, and tilted his chin out to give me an embarrassed grin, avoiding my eyes.

My skin flushed and my stomach flipped because I realized where he was going with this line of thought. Was he going to…? Here? Now?

“Wait, are you saying you’re going to…” I managed to squeak out.

Blaine shrugged. “It’s not like anything sexy HASN’T transpired here…I can’t-“ he paused, searching. “I don’t want to leave the room like this-“ he finished desperately.

Well this was different. I ticked through my options. Stay in the bathroom, with this beautiful man, see what he was going to DO here, and soon. Or. Listen to Santana, drunk and crying, trying to speak futile soothing words and eventually find time somewhere in the future to do this again.

It was no contest.

I held one finger up and quickly spoke, “Just wait one second. I’ll be right back.”

Blaine opened his mouth to speak but I already had the door latched and was sneaking through it, closing it tightly behind me. Mercedes pounced, awaiting my arrival.

“Yesss! Great!” she boomed, “Now I’m not alone in this! Come here, she’s in the corner with Artie…”

“’Cedes.” I held her arm while she attempted to pull me from the doorway and tried to get her to look me full in the face. She kept going.

“I don’t even know what happened this time, one minute she’s talking about fondue and the next I’m like, ‘Oh HELL to the no’ with her crying all over my shoulder!” Her arm pulled out of my grasp and she started walking away.

“’CEDES!” I practically yelled.

“Whoa! Kurt, what?”

Now I had her attention.

I pulled her back toward the bathroom door and attempted to whisper into her ear over the pounding beat of Big Fat Bass coming from the living room.

“’Cedes,” even I could hear the urgency in my voice. “I can’t help you right now. I…I know where Blaine is. He’s in the bathroom. He’s…he’s waiting for me.”

She looked at me through her buzz, clearly confused, before understanding lit her features. “OOOOOHHH!!” she squee’d, and hopped around me, smile plastered to her face.

“Shhh!” I hissed, willing her to calm down. “He’ll hear you.”

“Oh! Sorry!” she giggled. “Go! Go get that sexy white boy! DETAILS!”

“Go!” I begged and pushed her from the door while turning the knob and slipping back inside. I stopped dead at the sight of Blaine, his cheeks flushed, mouth slightly parted. He had unbuttoned his thin white shirt and it had puckered open and out, exposing his fit chest, his belly button was nestled in a patch of dark hairs that led deliciously down, down…

I swallowed, noting that his cargo shorts were already unbuttoned, the zipper down, the thin material hanging low on his hips, dark blue boxers straining with his need.

Wow.

Just. Wow.

This was really happening today. And I was so happy about it. Two months ago I would’ve been terrified. Here? Now? No. These past three months with Blaine and the absolute love pouring through my veins said so. I wanted to show him how much I loved him. Through pleasure. I wanted to make him feel like I felt. So I told him so. Kind of.

I leaned back against the door and tried to look as calm and noncommittal as possible. “So. Don’t mind me. Go ahead with whatever you were going to do.”

His dark eyes flicked to mine, momentarily stunned, but qickly turning knowing and playful. He chuckled low in his throat and drew his right hand down his exposed chest slowly…slowly…over his (fucking fantastic) stomach muscles, down to that gorgeous trail of hair, and stopped to rest at the opening of his boxers.

I swallowed thickly, thrusting my (shaking) hands In my pockets.

“Oh, I see,” he practically growled, “Payback, huh? Okay. I can handle it.”

And handle it he did. I felt my eyes widen and forced myself to stay still as he looked straight into my eyes and slipped his length from its confinement. He leaned back into the wall for support and he slowly stroked himself, clearly putting on a show for me, his other hand snaking up his chest, nudging his shirt off his amazing shoulders and landing on an already pebbled nipple.

Fuck if my brain didn’t melt because, baby penguin be DAMNED, that was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

“So, I’m just gonna go ahead and tell you what I’m thinking over here,” he managed to groan out, his hand still slowly fisting his erection. “Feel free to join me if anything sounds…inviting.”

And that was the beginning of the end for me, because damn if I wasn’t already hard again.

“So,” he panted, “right now I’m thinking…” His hand was mesmerizing, slowly, achingly traveling the smooth, hard length of him. It was almost breaking me how teasingly slow he was going and it wasn’t even my cock. “…that these are your hands…fuck…your hands on me. Your…ungh…your beautiful hands on my cock – is that okay to say?”

His hand stilled. Chest heaving. Eyes questioning mine.

I nodded, my hands barely restrained, a thin thread holding me back from this gorgeous creature in front of me.

“Okay...” he ground out, “Okay…your breautiful hands on my cock,” he stroked harder, “…or even better…your…your amazing…ungh…amazing mouth.”

I moaned aloud, his words hanging in the air. The thread snapped and I closed the space between us in two long strides, sliding my fingers into his hands, removing them, and pressing them up, framing his head, holding them fast to the cool tiled wall.

Our lips crashed together, my tongue thrusting into his mouth greedily and he responded in kind.

“This mouth?” I spoke against his lips and he groaned with need.

I wasn’t afraid anymore. I wanted to show him how he made me feel. Loved. Wanted. Desired. This ache in my chest. This thrill in my skin.

“Ohmigod, Kurt, yes. But…” he stilled against me, attempting to pull back into the tile, “…Kurt. It’s okay…if you’re not ready to-“

I shushed him with my tongue on his lips, dragging, feeling.

“I want to.” I whispered. He moaned against my forehead, catching it as I lowered myself, releasing his hands.

I kept my eyes on his as I reached the floor, taking time to lick and suck at Blaine’s exposed chest and stomach, earning me another groan.

“Kurt. Kurt…please.” He whispered. I obliged, resting my gaze to the task at hand.

Hahahahaha. I nearly giggled with nervousness, but I didn’t want Blaine to think I was laughing at him, so I swallowed it down and focused, gently grasping the base of Blaine’s smooth, cut penis. As soon as my hands gripped him he sighed and I glanced up to see him tip his head back against the tile, teeth gripping his bottom lip.

That’s what I wanted. His pleasure. And I was going to give it.

Somehow.

Because I’d never done this before.

I tentatively slid my tongue out to lick the tender spot just beneath the head of his cock, where the shaft met the head, laving at it, coating it with my saliva.

Blaine’s hips jerked and he gave a moan that was downright pornographic.

As not to have an unfortunate eye accident, I gripped Blaine’s hips, holding him steady, and decided to just go for it. I opened my lips around his cock, trying to swallow down as much as I could, coating his length with my tongue, breathing in the muskiness of Blaine, and appreciating his trimmed landscape.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, KurtKurtKurtKurt,” he panted, voice strangled, fingers twisting into my hair. I wasn’t even mad.

I began to pull slowly back up, giving it the same tongue treatment, only to sink back down again and again, gaining momentum.

This wasn’t bad. This was positively, sinfully HOT. And hearing Blaine chanting my name, gasping, and feeling him buck and tremble beneath my mouth was blowing my mind.

I continued to suck, tonguing the sensitive underside of Blaine’s cock, adding a hand to pump at the base where I couldn’t reach – yet. I was rewarded with Blaine’s voice. Cracking. Breaking.

“Kurt…”

Lick.

“..I’m…”

Suck.

“Soclose…”

Hummmm.

“FUCK…I don’t…Pleasedon’tstop.”

I knew he was going to come. I wanted to taste him. Taste it. So I made the decision to stay attached to him as I felt and heard his orgasm crash over him.

“Yesyesyes, Kurt, I’m…”

His balls tightened and his hips stilled as he shuddered out and into my waiting mouth. It was an intense taste, slightly bitter, and I tried not to gag as I swallowed it down.

Blaine slumped against and slid down the wall. I smiled shyly and helped rearrange and rebutton his clothing.

“I…that…you…” he began, and, giving up, he gently ran his fingers through my hair, down my jaw, and cupped my chin, bringing me close for a sweet open-mouthed kiss. I eased my tongue into his mouth and he sighed into the kiss.

He pulled back and held my face in his hands.

“Okay, that was amazing. YOU’RE amazing. I love you so much.”

“Me too, Blaine,” I murmured, “I love you, too, and it WAS amazing.”

He chuckled and his eyes danced. “Oh, SOMEONE’S proud of themselves.”

“You better believe it!” I trilled, mock attitude dripping. He laughed and I arranged my face with all the seriousness I could muster.

“Really, though, Blaine. I love pleasing you. Showing you how I feel. Hearing you…” I couldn’t say anymore. I was too blissed out by today’s events.

“I love you, Kurt Hummel,” he breathed. “I’m so glad to be yours.”

My heart expanded and released any nerves I still felt about all this.

“Let’s go back to the party,” I replied.

“Okay, but next time it’s my turn,” he whispered in my ears…and I felt them turn pink.