Knock knock. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what's up?" Finn looked up from the game he was playing on his phone and smiled at Kurt in the open doorway.

Kurt entered Finn's room and softly closed the door behind him. He stiffly walked over and sat facing Finn on the bed. He straightened his blazer, took a breath, and raised his chin. "I was wondering if it would be ok if, this weekend, you could be, um... elsewhere." He blushed but retained eye contact.

Finn's eyes widened in surprise. "Hm." He turned off his phone. "Well... I was kind of going to ask you the same thing."

"I see." Kurt cleared his throat. "Well, there are two nights available. Maybe we could split up the weekend."

Finn nodded. "Ok, but I want Saturday night. It'll probably take me all day Saturday to convince Rachel to sleep over anyway."

"Well, since my dad and your mom aren't leaving until late on Friday, and you get at least until noon on Sunday, I want most of Saturday. Like until the afternoon."

"Deal. I won't come home until three, but you have to be gone before then."

"Deal." Kurt sighed, relieved, and smiled slightly.

"Kurt..." Finn looked troubled. "Do you... Are you and Blaine gonna go all the way?"

"No. No no, definitely not. I'm so not ready for that yet."

"Ok." Finn nodded.

Kurt blushed. "But there are lots of other things we can do. And, I'm actually also really looking forward to the just sleeping part, and waking up together. It seems so romantic and intimate. You know?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It's like, everyone thinks just because two people want to be alone together, they just want to have sex all the time."

"When really, privacy is important for so many other reasons," Kurt agreed. "I can not wait to move out. It's like, I'm at the point where if I want comfort or anything, I want it from Blaine, not my dad, but I can't do anything about it because we're not even allowed to shut my door and snuggle."

Finn grinned. "This weekend is gonna be awesome."

"Definitely."

Blaine was sitting at his desk in his room, with the door closed, using headphones so no one would hear what he was watching on his laptop. He was browsing his favorite porn site, which was strictly for gay porn, and was more of a portal really: a lot of thumbnails that link to free videos on other sites, all organized into categories. The "feet" category was what currently had his attention.

He clicked on one video that turned out to be a closeup of a man's crotch, clothed in jeans, being rubbed rather aggressively by a boot-clad foot. The foot moved up over the man's visibly hard cock, and down, sometimes changing angle and squashing his balls, over and over. Blaine skipped forward a little, and the scene was the same. There didn't seem to be any changes in angle, any faces, and there wasn't even that much in the way of vocal sounds.

He skipped to about halfway through the video. The jeans were gone, and the boot was now rubbing the man's naked genitals. Oh wow. What would those grips feel like? Would it hurt? Blaine unzipped his pants and stroked himself through his underwear. The boot in the video was plain black, but not shiny, and it was solid, like a men's work boot. It had no color or decoration of any kind, and Blaine wished, not for the first time, that the people who make porn had Kurt's taste in clothing.

Blaine kept touching himself with his left hand so he could use his right to skip to near the end of the video. The foot was rubbing faster and the man could be heard grunting and gasping. The man's cock was being pressed hard against his stomach by the boot's thick sole, and all at once his muscles tensed, his hips jerked, and come shot out from under the boot across his stomach. Blaine reached into his underwear to stroke his cock firmly, skin on skin. The foot in the video kept rubbing, more slowly, getting the boot shiny with come. It was over quickly.

Blaine pressed the back button to browse the "feet" category again, to find something hotter. He ignored the videos about foot tickling; those seemed more cute and funny than sexy. He skipped the ones about trampling. Being walked on just seemed painful, especially when big strong men were involved. One thumbnail caught his eye and he clicked it.

One man was on his back, bent at the waist, being fucked, his toes in the mouth of the man who was fucking him. He was making the most delicious sounds, moaning wantonly, and he was so flexible. The camera moved between wide shots of the entire scene, to closeups of the men's faces, focusing at times on the feet being licked and sucked, toes wriggling. They both looked so into it. Blaine stroked his cock faster. He switched to using his right hand, deciding he wouldn't need to skip ahead or change videos for some time.

Blaine was so turned on. The closeups allowed him to see all the details: the arch of the foot, the man's tongue flicking between the little toes, the wrinkles at the back of the ankle as the angle changed and the leg muscles flexed... Blaine pushed his hips forward on his chair and leaned his shoulders back, fist pumping as he brought himself closer to orgasm. Suddenly his phone rang.

Blaine stopped his movements, but squeezed his cock, closed his eyes and threw his head back, breathing deeply. Then he checked the name on his phone. Kurt. He smiled. He didn't really want to miss a chance to talk to him. He paused the video, removed one earbud and managed to answer on the fourth ring, breathing as quietly as he could.

"H -" He cleared his throat. "Hello?"

"Please tell me you're free on Friday night."

Blaine laughed. "I'm good, thanks for asking. How are you?"

Kurt sounded unusually soft and... nervous? "Seriously Blaine. I have a proposal for you, and I'm really excited about it, so don't say no ok?"

"Ok." Blaine gripped his neglected cock and tried to breathe more softly.

"Ok. My parents are going away this weekend, and Finn is going to be out of the house from Friday night to Saturday afternoon, and I was wondering if you would like to come over. And um. You know. Sleep here."

Blaine gasped. His cock twitched in his hand. "Yes. Yes I would. I absolutely have no other plans. And if I do I'm canceling them."

Kurt laughed breathlessly. "Ok. Good. Well, I'll see you on Friday then?"

"I'll come over right after school."

"Oh, no, not right after school. My parents aren't leaving until after dinner, and they can't know you're here."

"Then take me out for dessert, and we'll stay out until they're gone. I can't wait to see you." Blaine couldn't help it. He started stroking his cock again.

"Me neither. I'll see you then."

"Bye."

Blaine pressed end, and dropped the phone on the floor. He frantically fisted his cock, his mind filled with images of fucking and toe licking, and of seeing Kurt naked in bed. He came in record time.