A/N: Predictably, I lasted all of one chapter before I felt compelled to write smut. I was sort of hoping to make it through two fluffy chapters before adding a smutty one, but alas. I am the victim of my incurably dirty mind. I'm actually very pleased with how this one turned out though, so I hope you guys like it too. And there is lots more coming, both fluffy and smutty!

Also, sorry if you put this story on alert and keep getting notifications about it... something got messed up the first time I uploaded this chapter and I think I fixed it but I had to re-upload the chapter. Sorry about that!

Pinned

Kurt's hands were pinned above his head.

To be fair, this was sort of his own fault. Okay, fine, it was completely his fault. He had known exactly what he was doing when he showed up to meet Blaine after Warblers rehearsal wearing skin tight jeans and a light blue shirt with the first few buttons undone. And when he had blatantly eye-fucked Blaine while watching the last few minutes of rehearsal. And when he had sent Blaine a spectacularly obscene text while waiting for him to discuss one of the songs with Wes and David.

So he probably should have known he had it coming when, the moment the last Warbler had bade them goodbye and left the room, he found himself trapped between the wall and one very horny Blaine Anderson, his hands pinned above his head and Blaine's tongue hot and insistent in his mouth.

Kurt loved it when Blaine got like this - all aggressive and dominating and desperate. It was so out of character for his usually dapper, composed boyfriend. There was something so fucking hot about the way Blaine's hands circled around his wrists, trapping them against the wall so Kurt could do nothing but feel how much Blaine wanted him. Although Kurt might have liked to skim his fingers over Blaine's biceps or get his hand on the arousal that was rapidly forming in Blaine's pants, for the moment he was content to relinquish control of his hands and let Blaine have his way with him.

"You fucking tease," Blaine growled, his tongue darting out to lick at Kurt's ear. Kurt merely rolled his hips in response, smirking in satisfaction as he heard Blaine hiss and felt Blaine's cock twitch against his thigh. Blaine pressed closer against his boyfriend, biting at the delicate, exposed skin of Kurt's inner arm before moving to his neck and collarbone. He loved sucking on the skin here, loved the way it darkened so easily and the way Kurt's head always tilted ever so slightly to the side to grant him better access.

Blaine released Kurt's hands and tugged his partially opened shirt to the side, tongue and teeth scraping over his newly bared shoulder and chest. "You know, God, you know what it does to me when you dress like this," Blaine said hoarsely as he set to work on the part of Kurt's shirt that was actually still buttoned. Kurt rolled his hips again and Blaine actually whined, rubbing his erection against Kurt's thigh in a desperate quest for relief.

When he reached the bottom of Kurt's shirt, his thumbs traced the outline of Kurt's hipbones, massaging in an unexpectedly pleasant way that made Kurt shiver and hum with contentment. Blaine dug his fingers into the waistband of those sinfully tight jeans, pulling Kurt even closer to him. One trembling hand grazed over Kurt's bulge and Blaine nearly choked when he felt Kurt thrust ever-so-slightly into his hand. This was embarrassing, really, they were barely even touching yet and Blaine was already having trouble breathing. But sweetmotherofgod he had never been so attracted to anyone in his life and if acting on that attraction meant being reduced to a pathetic, panting mess of hormones and desperation, then so be it.

Blaine fumbled with the button to Kurt's jeans and frantically tugged at the zipper, eager to touch and feel and taste. He sank to his knees, pulling Kurt's jeans and boxers with him as he went and wondering briefly if there was something wrong with how much he enjoyed being on his knees in front of his boyfriend. He groaned as his mouth closed around Kurt's dick, causing a vibration that prompted Kurt to let out an absolutely delicious-sounding moan. He sucked fervently, moving his head up and down as he wrapped one hand around the base of Kurt's cock. As his tongue slid along Kurt's length, he chanced a glance up at his boyfriend, and his jaw nearly dropped when he saw that Kurt was staring right at him, glasz eyes unfocused and pink lips slighlty parted. Spurred on by the absolutely wanton expression on Kurt's face, Blaine relaxed his throat, drawing Kurt deeper in until the tip of his dick hit the back of Blaine's throat.

"Fuck," Kurt said, arching off the wall and thrusting into Blaine's mouth. His hands fell to Blaine's hair, a tell-tale sign that he was about to come. Blaine began to hum, and he probably would have smirked at the strangled whimper that escaped Kurt's lips if the sound hadn't sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his already bulging crotch.

"Ohgod," Kurt gasped, fingers weaving more tightly into Blaine's curls. Blaine reached up and squeezed Kurt's ass. Kurt let out a sort of breathless moan, bucked his hips one last time, and came hard down Blaine's throat before collapsing to the ground, chest heaving. Blaine tugged Kurt's boxers back up before moving to lean against the wall beside him.

Kurt sighed contentedly and closed his eyes, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder. But his eyes snapped back open seconds later when he heard Blaine whine, a desperate, lust-filled noise that would have made him hard if he hadn't just come a minute ago. He pulled his head off Blaine's shoulder and looked over to see Blaine with the heel of his hand pressed into the very prominent bulge in his Dalton pants, eyes closed and a pained expression on his face.

OH. Kurt suddenly remembered that it had been him who had been mercilessly teasing Blaine in the first place. No wonder Blaine looked like he was about to die of horniness. Luckily, Kurt could help with that. "Stop that," he ordered, smacking Blaine's hand away. Blaine's lust-darkened eyes flew open, a look of hurt confusion flashing across his face.

"Wh - FUCK," he groaned, because Kurt's hand had just settled over his groin and ohfuckshit this was what he needed. Blaine prayed to every god he could think of that Kurt was done with teasing him because honestly at this point he wasn't sure he would survive it. Fortunately, Kurt seemed to understand how far gone Blaine was and wasted no time with teasing. Well, almost no time. He loved the way Blaine reacted to being teased far too much to avoid messing with him altogether.

"Kurt," Blaine begged, practically on the verge of tears as Kurt lightly trailed his fingers over Blaine's clothed erection and toyed with his zipper. "Please. Please don't tea - oh." And then he stopped talking because Kurt was now grinding his palm against Blaine's arousal and it felt sofuckinggood.

Blaine nearly cried with relief when Kurt unbuttoned his pants and gently eased his zipper down, pausing only a moment to cup Blaine through his boxers before pulling them down and ohfuckyesfinally wrapping his hand around Blaine's aching dick. Kurt began to stroke with practiced movements - he knew just the way Blaine liked it and he wasn't going to torture his poor boyfriend anymore. Blaine's eyes closed and his head fell back against the wall as he allowed himself to sink into the bliss of Kurt's hand stroking and twisting and rubbing him to orgasm. Predictably, he didn't last very long - Kurt had only just begun pressing soft kisses to the side of his neck and jaw when Blaine's body tensed and he came all over his blazer - oops, probably should have remembered to take that off - and the back of Kurt's hand.

"Mmm," was all Blaine could say as Kurt tucked him back into his boxers.

Kurt smiled and rubbed his nose against Blaine's cheek. "Now I know what to wear the next time I pick you up from Warblers rehearsal," Kurt said slyly.

Blaine groaned. "A parka. A furry parka and baggy pants and anything that covers your body so I don't spend the end of rehearsal fantasizing about fucking you over the council members' table."

Kurt's eyebrows shot up. "That's what you were fantasizing about?"

Blaine blushed. "No."

"Ha. Good to know," Kurt said, a devilish glint in his eye.

And Blaine was not at all surprised when, during the next rehearsal that Kurt picked him up from, Kurt insisted on bending over the council members' table to have a nice, long discussion with Wes and David.