"We're home." Blaine announced outside his front door.

Kurt smiled, "I know, baby, I drove home with you."

Blaine laughed awkardly loud and opened the door. "So, um, what do you want to do? We can talk, or listen to music, or cuddle, or-"
"Let's just go to your room, okay?" Kurt said softly, kicking off his shoes at the front door. Kurt moved up the stairs, looking back to see if Blaine was going to join him, Blaine just watching dumbly.

"Oh, yeah, okay, I can bring you tea, alright?" Blaine smiled nervously, wondering how in God's name did he possibly score lead role when he couldn't even act calm around this beautiful, porcelain, God. He cleared his throat and caught Blaine's eyes the first time since they talked on stage. His eyes are literally like an frost-over pond, blue but glassy. Blaine held back a groan and hoped Kurt couldn't tell he had the most awkward half-hard on he's ever had.

"Blaine, I want you to come upstairs with me." Kurt purred.

Blaine thought he choked on his on saliva for a moment. God dammit, Kurt Hummel, stop being so sexy. He tried not to seem desperate as he climbed up the stairs to his room with Kurt, locking their door behind him even though no one would be home until really late.

Blaine raced over to his stereo to fidget with it, finding their favorite make-out-to station. Kurt sighed more than less dramatically and draped his arms around Blaine's waist, "I want to kiss you." Kurt whispered, breathing over Blaine's ear. Blaine dared to turn to face the brunette allowing Kurt to take him under his spell. Kurt led Blaine back over to the bed and pushed him down gently, not breaking their eye contact. Blaine sat up on the edge of the bed, leaning on his hands. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to look Kurt in the eyes or rose-petals of mouth.

Kurt took a deep breath, flushed pink as he always did before a makeout session. He staddled Blaine's lap, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's neck as if they were meant there. Straddling Blaine's lap was a completely new concept during make out sessions. Blaine tried not to gasp when this was all happening. They've never been this passionate either. Kurt leaned into Blaine's ear and breathed softly as if to tease him, "I want you so bad." Kurt whispered.

Blaine's eyes fluttered closed, he adjusted himself so he was comfortable under Kurt, which led the brunette to jump with a gasp, then he remembered how hard he was.

"Sorry! I didn't mean it, I just- you're so hot- and I can't-"
"Blaine, it's okay, it's supposed to happen." Kurt soothed.

Yeah, guess it isn't the first time Blaine got a boner from a make out session, not that Kurt really knew that, they were never really hard on to hard----wait, Kurt's hard too.

Sweet baby Jesus, I am sorry I was never a religious person, thank you for giving me Kurt Hummel and his penis, Amen.

Kurt finally caught his boyfriend in a soft passionate kiss, feeling Blaine melt into sync with his lips. Blaine groaned into the kiss, feeling his hands slide a bit. He stopped for a moment to make sure he kept his hands above waist even in this position. He didn't want Kurt to feel uncomfortable since they just were still sensitive to each other after their fight. Kurt on the other hand was shying up. How do you take the next step for kissing to going all the way? Kurt let out a shaky breath against Blaine's mouth and grabbed Blaine's hands, placing them on the curve of his ass cheeks. Blaine gasped, involuntarily thrusting into Kurt. Kurt mewled and rolled his hips down against Blaine, recieving another gasp from Blaine.

Blaine's thoughts jumbled into one clump of

Holy fucking shit, what is this immaculent feeling this is of Kurt's butt? Best make-out progress ever.

Kurt parted the kiss, looking flushed and nervous, "Blaine?"
"Whaa-?" Blaine managed to slurr.

"Can we-um- Ca-Can we take off everything."
Blaine's brain clicked into action. Kurt wants to have sex.

Kurt. What. Oh, God. Kurt's going to be naked. Naked Kurt imagery activated. Fuck, respond, idiot, respond.

"Uh-yep."

Smooth.

Kurt smiled shyly and removed himself from Blaine's lap and onto the bed. He undid the buttons with shaky hands, occasionally looking to see Blaine's dumb-struck, wide eyes. He finally was able to undo his vest then threw it onto the stool in front of Blaine's bed. He undid the first few buttons of his dress shirt before looking up at Blaine.

Blaine cleared his throat and pulled his sweater and wife-beater over his head. He stood shirtless in front of his boyfriend, almost self-concious. Kurt sighed again and started unbuttoning again.

"Wait," Blaine squeaked, "let me do it." Blaine leaned in a little more than hesitent. He pulled Kurt closer to him, pecking his lips a few times before pushing the shirt off his shoulders. He came in contact with yet another shirt, but just an under t-shirt. Kurt bit his bottom lip and lifted his arms for Blaine to pull it over his head. When the layers were no more, Blaine attempted to catch a glance of Kurt's body, but was forced to look away when Kurt blushed and pulled his legs to his chest.

"What's wrong, baby?" Blaine asked, cupping Kurt's cheek.

Kurt pouted, "I'm too scrawny in some places and have baby fat in others."
Blaine laughed, "You think I'm worried about your body? Kurt, you're gorgeous. Come on, if we're going to do this, you'll have to trust me to worship your body the way it should be."
Kurt groaned and laid back onto the bed, running a hand over his stomach unconciously. Blaine held his breath, looking over Kurt. He had a slim figure, broad shoulders, and jutting hips, he couldn't tell that there was any baby fat that Kurt claimed to have, but he did have a cute flat stomach that was laced with a blond peach fuzz happy trail. His skin was flawless except the few freckles or beauty marks that Blaine just wanted to kiss so badly. Kurt flushed red and pinched at his stomach, "Fat."

"Kurt, that's called skin, not fat." Blaine laughed again, leaning down to kiss his stomach. Kurt arched up and shivered, trying hard not to moan. Blaine parted his lips over the unbelievably soft skin that felt like silk, watching Kurt writhe under such a small gesture. Blaine dipped an expiremental tongue against the flesh and traced toward his rib cage, this tip actually managing to get a drawn out moan. Blaine's errection twitched painfully in his jeans.

Kurt mewled again, feeling the same sort of ache Blaine did. Kurt breathed heavily a few moments before tugging on Blaine's ear, "Your turn." Kurt panted.

Blaine rolled himself back onto the bed looking at Kurt's facial expression. Blaine was a hairy guy, but not bear hairy, just dusted dark curls over his chest and stomach. Kurt ran a hand down Blaine's chest and stomach, Blaine watching carefully. The junior placed a hand on Kurt's cheek and sighed contently, Kurt placing his hand over Blaine's. He moved Blaine's hand towards his mouth, letting his boyfriend feel over his lips gently before taking Blaine's index finger into his mouth. Blaine moaned and plunged his finger a little further into Kurt's mouth, feeling the wet heat of it.

New favorite turn-on. I wonder how much he can take in his mouth. I wonder if he can take me in his mouth. Stop, Blaine, we'll expirement more later.

Kurt slipped the finger out of his mouth, sliding it off his tongue. He placed Blaine's hand rightfully back onto his ass, encouraging Blaine to squeeze.

"Blaine?"

"Mm?"

"Can we take a little more off? This is getting really uncomfortable."

"Oh, God, yes."

That was supposed to be in my head. Oh, no. I scared him. Oh, no.

Kurt giggled and slid his fingers over Blaine's belt, playing with the loops for a second before undoing it. He unbuttoned Blaine's pants, "Stand, please."
Blaine took another second before listening to his boyfriend. He stood up and kicked off his pants, revealing his Batman boxer-briefs.

Blaine blushed and Kurt laughed, "You're too cute." Blaine frowned,

"You don't think it's dorky?"
"No, it's absolutely dorky. It's just really cute too."

Blaine raised an eyebrow until it made it's obtuse triangle, "Is that so? Well lets see yours then."
Kurt blushed and undid his belt and button before allowing Blaine to slip them off.
"Red Calvin Klein?" Blaine purred, pressing his hands back onto Kurt's ass. He admired the very visable outline of Kurt's cock against his briefs. Kurt smiled shyly and sunk back onto Blaine's lap. "Feels much better than skin tight jeans."

Blaine hummed and pressed another kiss to Kurt's lips. At first it was playful but then sunk into something deeper. Their breathing became slightly erratic and kisses became sloppy. Blaine opened his mouth a little to let Kurt press his tongue inside his mouth, tying them together in a wet wrestle. Blaine slid his tongue underneath Kurt's and sucked on Kurt's gently. Blaine groaned and rut his hips up against Kurt's. Kurt growled, Kurt growled, then pushed Blaine flat onto the bed, biting on his bottom lip, "Condoms."

Blaine whimpered, "I don't have any."
Kurt stopped kissing Blaine and looked worried, "Blaine, I'm not having sex with you unless we have one."

Blaine wanted to whine and beg him that is was okay and that they both were probably clean, but sensible Blaine told him to stop being a bitch and get up to check his parent's room or Cooper's room, "I'll b-be r-ight back." Blaine stuttered. Blaine jumped off the bed and ran to the door, attempting to open it even though it was locked. Blaine growled loudly and unlocked it, darted down the hall and into Cooper's room, because there's no fucking way he was looking in his dad's cabinet.

He looked around Coop's room, eyes landing on the night stand.

Bingo!

Blaine dove for the nightstand drawer and opened it to find scattered extra-large condoms. Blaine whispered a thank you to anyone listening that his brother had a big penis too. Well. Awkard.

"I got one, lubricant is in the drawer." Blaine splurted, coming back into the room to find Kurt already naked on his bed and fingering himself. Kurt smiled with that anxious, nervous glimmer in his eyes and searched Blaine's face, "I know, I found it." Blaine held his breath looking over Kurt's body again. The outline of Kurt was nice, but this, Blaine was going to melt on the ground into a puddle of arousal. Kurt's cock was normal thickness, but was long. It stood up straight pass his belly button, already leaking with precum.

Blaine quickly took off his boxers and crawled on top of Kurt, pressing gentle kisses to his neck. "I love you." Blaine muttered. Kurt held his breath pulling Blaine flush to his body, "I love you too."

Blaine fumbled with the condom, eventually just handing it over to Kurt to open with his teeth and slide it over Blaine's length. "God, Kurt." Kurt pressed a long, passionate kiss to Blaine's mouth, running his hand along Blaine's length, that was almost as long as his own, but thicker.

This was the first actual contact Kurt has done with him besides the grinding. They were moving from first base all the way to a home-run. Blaine parted the kiss and locked eyes with Kurt, "Kurt, I probably should have asked a little earlier, but I need to know you're okay with this."

Kurt's expression became serious, "Yes. I love you and I want this with you."

Blaine's breath caught in his throat, "Are you stretched enough?"
The brunette blushed, and pushed a strand behind his ear, "I think I could use a little more, now that I see how much I'm..um...taking."

Blaine groaned involuntarily, "Lube?"
"Here."

Blaine took the cylinder bottle and flicked the cap to squirt a little more than a heavy amount onto his fingers. He slid two fingers against Kurt's hole, watching his boyfriend shudder at the contact. Blaine kissed Kurt's collarbone and pressed the fingers easily in. This obviously wasn't the first time Kurt fingered himself. Blaine thrust his fingers in and out a few times before adding a third finger, feeling Kurt tighten fast around him.

"Fuck!" The brunette yelled, riding down on the fingers. Blaine could feel sweat beading at his forehead from watching in anticipation as Blaine continuously rubbed over Kurt's prostate. Kurt writhed and moaned, clawing at Blaine's shoulders, "Stop teasing me and...oh, God, Blaine, please...I want you..I need..I.."

Blaine slipped his fingers out and watch Kurt clench over nothing. The junior slicked himself up fast, Kurt begging him to hurry. Blaine pushed Kurt's thighs to where his feet were up above his head. He forgot how flexible Kurt was. Blaine dove down to Kurt's lips in desperate, needy kisses, pushing himself in as far as Kurt's body would let him at that moment. The needy pleads and moans became whines and whimpers of pain. Blaine let Kurt adjust for a moment, making shallow thrusts. Kurt finally relaxed and muttered for Blaine to press more of himself into the tight, no longer puckered hole. Kurt whined again but this time more breathy. Blaine was getting close to Kurt's prostate, all he had to do was push further in and wait for Kurt to adjust again. Then he'd fully be inside of his boyfriend.

Blaine muttered constant 'I love you's, brushing his lips against Kurt's jaw. Kurt finally adjusted, riding himself down on Blaine's cock just enough to reach that spot he needed. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, falling back onto the pillows but arching his back. Blaine groaned thrusting at a slow pace in and out of Kurt to get use to the tightness. Kurt mewled and whined, "Harder!"

Blaine moaned, loving this power bottom side to his boyfriend. He thrust himself up a little harder. Kurt came across his stomach without much warning, gasping and pulling at Blaine's back to force him inside him until there wasn't anything left to ride down on. Blaine thrust himself shallowly, milking Kurt through his orgasm before coming into his condom at the restricted tightness and pulsing through Kurt.

Blaine collapsed onto of Kurt, sweaty and sticky. The heaved for a few moments before kissing lazily but just as passionate as any other of their kisses. Blaine rolled off of Kurt in fear he was crushing the slim brunette, pulling out in the process. Kurt mewled at the sudden ache of emptiness. After a few more moments, Blaine regained the energy to pull of the condom and tie it. He threw it in the trash can and huffed.

"Wow."
Kurt smiled and eased himself closer to his boyfriend, "Double wow." He muttered.

Blaine ran a hand through brunette strands, searching blue eyes. "That felt...wow."
Kurt chuckled and sat up from his place on the bed and grabbed the box of tissues from Blaine's nightstand, that was there obviously not for a runny nose. Kurt wiped his stomach and ass with a few tissues before pulling up his briefs and jeans. Blaine followed Kurt's example, occasionally stopping to watch his beautiful boyfriend. "Can you pass me my t-shirt?"
"Of course. Pass me my tank top."

They fell back onto the bed, sort of dressed and exhausted. Blaine looked over Kurt, as if seeing him in a completely different way. "You're gorgeous." Blaine murmured, cupping Kurt's cheek. Kurt placed a hand on Blaine's arm and sighed happily. They pressed together in another peck of the lips and ending it with a soft nuzzled eskimo kiss.

"Do you think this'll affect my performance in West Side Story tomorrow?" Kurt asked, half-teasing, half-worried.

Blaine laughed and rested his head on Kurt's shoulder, "I don't think so. And if it does, I give you permission to blame me tomorrow."