We Did Nothing

Blaine flung himself onto the butter-soft leather couch, his messenger bag falling from his fingers to the floor. Covering his eyes with the crook of his elbow, he tried desperately to shed the frustration of his day from his soul before he interacted with Kurt. It certainly wasn't Kurt's fault that his students were, well, behaving like teenagers.

He must have fallen asleep, because when he opened his eyes, Kurt sat at the opposite end of the couch, Blaine's feet in his lap, reading.

"Hey," Blaine rasped out, moving to sit up just a bit.

"Hey, yourself, Handsome. You were out cold when I got home." Kurt placed his tablet down on the coffee table before tugging Blaine to sit in his lap. "Do you want to talk about it?" he murmured, brushing his lips across Blaine's stubbled jaw.

Twisting his head, Blaine met Kurt's lips, spending several languid moments reacquainting himself with Kurt's taste, and the delicious heat that still pooled in his belly when he dipped his tongue into Kurt's mouth. He still marveled at how Kurt always knew exactly what he needed, whether or not he knew it himself.

Pulling back, Blaine settled his head on Kurt's shoulder, toying with the buttons on Kurt's silk shirt. "I went into the Activities Office after school today and ran across one of my students that should have been in my third-block class. There was a rally at lunch, so I knew he'd be late, but he didn't show up the entire class. I told him we'd covered the entire Act 1 of Taming of the Shrew."

Blaine took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "He tells me that he asked his friend in second-block, and he told him we didn't do anything in class today."

"Because clearly covering an entire act of Shakespeare is 'doing nothing'," Kurt snarked gently.

"Clearly. I went back to my classroom and gave him a copy of the play and some of the notes, but now, because his idiot friend thinks my class is a joke"

"I'm sure he doesn't think that," Kurt interrupted.

Blaine shrugged. "Anyway, he missed out on class because his buddy is an ass. I may or may not have used those terms in discussing how disappointed I was - in both of them."

Their moment was broken when Blaine's stomach growled loudly. "Shit, I didn't make dinner. I'm sorry, Kurt." When Blaine tried to stand, Kurt wrapped his arms more tightly around Blaine's waist, keeping him in his lap.

"I took care of it, Sweetheart."

Blaine brought their foreheads together. "I feel bad. That's not our agreement," he whispered softly.

Kurt brushed his lips against Blaine's. "If you came home when it was my night to cook and found me snoring softly on the couch,"

"I don't snore," Blaine protested, wrapping his arms around Kurt's shoulders, pulling them closer.

Kurt chuckled. "Hate to burst your bubble, but you do. And if I were asleep after a long week of work, you would have done the same thing. I ordered Thai, and it's keeping warm in the oven."

Blaine seemed to deflate a bit. "But ... but we're supposed to be saving money by not eating out."

"Honey? One meal isn't going to bankrupt us." Kurt ran his hands over Blaine's back. "Tomorrow's Saturday. Let's just hang out here all day, hmmm? Clothing optional?"

Blaine groaned. Pulling away from Kurt, he managed to put a knee on the edge of the couch while pushing Kurt to lie down. Covering Kurt's body with his own, Blaine's fingers flicking the buttons of Kurt's shirt open, kissing the warm flesh as it was exposed. "Dinner can wait," he grunted, "gonna show you how much I love you."

Wrapping a leg around Blaine's waist, Kurt teased breathily, "Yes, please, Mr. Anderson."

"Don't get cheeky, Mr. Hummel," Blaine warned, tracing Kurt's pebbled nipple with his teeth. "You know what happens when you're cheeky."

"And I know what it does to you when I am," Kurt moaned, thrusting his hips up against Blaine's. "Admit it, Mr. Anderson. You want me to be cheeky, because you like turning me over your knee and slapping my ass with your hand. It turns you on more than you want to admit."

Blaine sat up on his knees, making swift work of his belt buckle and pants, shoving them off and on to the floor before doing the same for Kurt. Tugging his sweater and undershirt off, Blaine straddled Kurt's thighs, brushing their erections together. Slowly he leaned over Kurt, reaching with one hand for the drawer in the coffee table that held a small bottle of lube they kept there for impromptu sexy times.

"Mr. Hummel - what turns me on isn't really something that you should be concerned with. Your concerns should center around passing your classes, and graduating on time," Blaine teased, pouring the cool liquid into his hand to warm it before taking Kurt in his hand.

"Fuck, Blaine," Kurt whined, writhing underneath his lover. After the first time they'd role-played Kurt being Blaine's student, both had realized how much it worked for them. Now it had become a fairly regular part of the sexual side of their relationship.

"So you like that, Mr. Hummel?"

Kurt hissed, "Yes, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine took both their erections in one hand, using the other to guide Kurt's hand to meet his own. "That's it, Baby. Look at what you do to me. So hard. Help me out."

Unable to keep his eyes open, Kurt shut them tight, giving himself over to the electric sensations as his fingers and Blaine's fingers slid rapidly over their engorged cocks. "Blaine," he wailed.

The retribution was swift as Blaine's free hand slapped down on Kurt's ass. "What have I told you about using my first name, Mr. Hummel?"

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," Kurt panted.

"Spread your legs," Blaine ordered as he brought a knee between Kurt's legs, forcing them apart. "That's it. Just like that."

Kurt felt more lube being poured on to his stomach, and then Blaine was lying on him, erections caught between them. "Fuck. Yes," he continued to pant, wrapping his legs around Blaine. Blaine took his hands and intertwined their fingers together, holding them against the arm rest as he began to thrust rapidly against Kurt.

Kurt tightened his grip on Blaine's hands. "Fuck. I'm close, B. So fucking close."

Blaine caught Kurt's lips with his own, frantically kissing him as he felt his own orgasm over take him. It only slightly muffled Kurt's keening when he finally fell over the edge as well.

After he had caught his breath, Blaine moved onto his side so as to not crush Kurt. "I love you, Kurt," he murmured, tracing Kurt's lips with his fingers.

"I love you too, Blaine Anderson. I love you too."