And here it is! The sequel I never expected to write. :D This future!Klaine thing just kind of unfolded all on its own. Hope you guys like it! :D Unbeta-ed as usual!

Blaine didn't stop saying deliciously dirty things the whole drive home. Kurt tried his hardest to block out Blaine's hypnotically seductive voice saying things like "I love sucking your cock." The worst was when Blaine put a hand on his thigh, leaned over and nibbled on Kurt's ear.

Unsurprisingly, Kurt was absolutely squirming by the time they pulled into the parking garage.

"Blaine…I'm warning you," he threatened, attempting to sound menacing. He just sounded desperate.

"What are you going to do? Hmm? Spank me? Tie me down? Fuck me? None of those things are really punishments at all."

Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he parked in their assigned spot. "I won't have sex with you for a week," he declared after a long pause. It was an empty threat, and they both knew it.

Blaine laughed and leaned across the console. "You and I both know you love my cock way too much to stay away from me."

Kurt couldn't deny it. "For God's sake…let's go upstairs already."

Kurt almost leapt out of the car in his haste to put some distance between them and calm down so he didn't have to walk through the apartment complex with the world's hugest boner of all time. Also, the sooner they got upstairs, the sooner Blaine could prove that he was more than just talk. They couldn't very well fuck in the car or the elevator. Well, they could, but they weren't teenagers anymore. There was a kind of novelty to those things but…Kurt always ended up with a terrible pain in his neck or some limb whenever they attempted to do anything in any enclosed space. Just thinking about it made his bones ache. God, he was getting old and he was only 25.

Blaine pressed the button for the elevator, and Kurt stood there in anticipation, wondering what Blaine had up his sleeve. He didn't have to wait long to find out. Blaine pressed him against the wall and kissed him soundly. Kurt wondered if he'd ever stop feeling like his heart would beat out of his chest when Blaine kissed him. He hoped not. Their technique had improved since that moment nearly eight years ago when Blaine had said "You move me, Kurt" but that breathless, amazed completely in love feeling? Still just as strong after all this time, but somehow better for everything they'd been through in the intervening years. He moaned loudly, and it echoed against the concrete, startling him.

He put a hand on Blaine's chest. "God, Blaine, we're in the parking garage we can't—"

Blaine ignored him, and cut him off with another kiss. Kurt surrendered instinctively, as Blaine sucked his tongue into his mouth, and then remembered what he'd been trying to say.

"The elevator is going to come any minute," Kurt gasped. "Someone else might be coming in. Someone might be IN the elevator," he insisted, desperately trying to look at anything that wasn't Blaine's swollen lips.

Blaine grinned. "It's 3am. But even if it wasn't, even if they are, I don't care. You made me come on a crowded dance floor—you basically fucked me through our clothes in public and now you're shy? Did you have a personality transplant in the car?" he taunted.

Kurt had the grace to blush. "But we live here, Blaine. We know these people. It's different."

"Is it now?" Blaine seemed thoroughly unconvinced by this argument.

Before Kurt could answer, the light above the elevator blinked and the doors slid open. The elevator was empty, thank God. Kurt was sure they both looked a little ravished at the moment. There's no way that kissing like that doesn't leave a mark of some kind, even if it's just in the way that their eyes are still locked or the way they're still a little closer than might be completely socially respectable.

Blaine pressed the number for their floor, twenty-six, and didn't even wait for the doors to close all the way to start ravishing Kurt's mouth with his own. Kurt was afraid his lips might bruise with the way that Blaine was kissing them.

"Mmmph," Kurt protested as he tore his lips from Blaine's, placing a hand on his stomach. "Someone…it might stop…" Blaine started kissing and nipping at the long column of his throat, and Kurt couldn't think anymore.

"Not likely," Blaine whispered hotly. "But if it did? I wouldn't care. Now I understand why you did what you did—I'd love for someone to see how I can make you forget everything with a kiss."

"Blaine," Kurt pleaded as he arched into Blaine's mouth. "Fuck, I need…"

"You need to come, don't you?" Blaine murmured.

Kurt didn't want to say yes, he didn't want to give Blaine the satisfaction or put up with his smugness the next morning, but when he opened his mouth to deny it, all that came was a cracked, "Yes."

A chuckle bubbled from somewhere deep inside of Blaine's chest and the sound vibrated across Kurt's skin. Kurt moaned deep in his throat as Blaine's hand began rubbing sinfully against Kurt's erection. Even through his jeans, it was incredible. His hips bucked into the touch almost against his will. He closed his eyes leaned against the elevator wall and surrendered. He was powerless to resist the raw need to come, the way that Blaine knew just what to do to drive him crazy.

"And what if I say you can't?" Blaine asked him, his hand stilling suddenly. Kurt thrust against it anyway, hoping to get something.

"Please, please don't, Blaine. Please let me come. I need it, I need you so bad."

"You want to come? Then fucking do it. But you better do it by the time we get to our floor. We're at 8. You don't really have that much time."

Kurt gaped at him as the numbers slid from ten to eleven.

"That's right. I want you to touch yourself, Kurt. You want to put on a show? Put on a show for me. It's this or nothing tonight."

Kurt unzipped his pants, shoved them down a fraction and freed his aching cock. He licked his hand and wrapped it around his dick, wasting no time at all. He wasn't sure that Blaine wouldn't just leave him wanting if he couldn't make himself come in the next minute or so.

"Fuck, you look so hot," Blaine whispered. "You're so desperate for it. Anyone could come in and see you, jerking off like a horny little slut because you just can't wait."

Kurt moaned at the word 'slut.' Neither of them knew why, but it really turned Kurt on when Blaine called him names that would normally offend both of them. Kurt was so close, his eyes fluttered shut and he focused on the surging pleasure that was threatening to explode inside of him. He gripped himself a little harder, stroked a little faster, his hips arched and he let out a stifled groan as he neared the edge.

Blaine knew the signs well, and clearly had something else in mind, because he grabbed Kurt's wrist, stopping its frantic motions.

"Changed my mind," he said calmly, although his pupils were dark with lust. "I want to fuck you first." He pulled Kurt's hand away and grinned evilly at the tortured whimper that escaped him. Kurt' s eyes begged for mercy, but there was none to be found.

"Put your cock back in your pants," Blaine instructed. "We're on twenty three."

Hands shaking, Kurt quickly fumbled with his pants and tried to calm down. He wanted nothing more than to come. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to walk down the hall without coming—his erection would rub against his jeans with each step. "Blaine—" he started, his voice halting as the elevator dinged and the door slid open.

They stepped out into the dimly lit hallway of their floor and Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist, pulling him close. He leaned in and whispered, "You'd do anything to come right now, wouldn't you?" His hand slipped under Kurt's shirt and squeezed his hip.

Kurt moaned and pressed into the contact. "Yes, Blaine. Please."

They were almost home now, why was Blaine stopping them in the middle of the hallway?

"Crawl the rest of the way," Blaine said.

Kurt's stomach leapt into his throat. "What?"

"You heard me," Blaine growled. "Crawl the rest of the way. It's not that far. You want to come tonight, don't you?"

Kurt's eyes shut. He could say no. Blaine would be sweet and understanding and he'd still get to come. The orgasm he would have if he walked through the door would be absolutely NOTHING compared to what he would experience if he crawled through it.

Kurt lowered himself to the ground, one knee at a time, and then put his palms down flat, bracing himself.

"Like this?" Kurt asked.

"No. Get your ass up a little higher. I want to watch it while you crawl."

Kurt lowered his face closer to the ground and tried not to think about how many pairs of shoes had walked the carpet, what kinds of things his face might be close to.

"Let's go," Blaine ordered, walking towards the door a great deal slower than Kurt would have liked. The distance, only twenty feet or so, felt like a mile as Kurt crept slowly on his hands and knees, Blaine next to him.

They reached the door and Kurt made as though to stand.

"No, not until I say," Blaine murmured. "Sit on your heels for me."

Kurt did so, and then looked up at him expectantly, eyes shining with lust, the hint of a question worrying around his lips.

Blaine slid a hand into Kurt's hair and combed it through. Kurt sighed—it felt nice. He repeated the movement several times and Kurt realized with a jolt that Blaine was petting him.

"Good boy," he said approvingly. "Let's go inside. Maybe I'll let you have a treat." Blaine dug out the keys and unlocked the door, but he didn't open it.

Kurt had no idea where this was coming from or where it was going, or why he liked it when this would normally be humiliating and horrifying with anyone else, but…the heat in his belly, the flutters of a denied orgasm told a different story—they hadn't waned since Blaine had forced him to stop touching himself in the elevator. Whatever his mind might say, his body definitely wanted this.

"Then beg me," Blaine rasped.

Kurt moved as though to open the door.

"No." Blaine pushed down on Kurt's shoulders to stop him. "Right here, right now. Beg me for it."

"Blaine…"

"You're worried about someone seeing or hearing you? Is that it? You weren't worried about it when it was me, Kurt. Now beg me." Blaine's voice held a tinge of something dark and sinister and Kurt absolutely loved it.

Kurt's eyes slid shut in surrender. His stomach felt tight and strange, but his cock had never been harder. "Please, Blaine."

"Please what?" Blaine echoed. "Tell me what you want."

Surprising both of them, Kurt crawled closer, sitting on his heels so that Blaine's left foot was between Kurt's knees. He leaned in, slid his hands up Blaine's leg, and wrapped them around his thigh as he nuzzled his face into Blaine's half-hard cock.

"Please let me come tonight," Kurt whispered brokenly, eyes shut tightly against tears of pure need. "Please, Blaine."

Blaine inhaled sharply, reached behind them, and opened the door. He leaned forward so that they didn't fall back into the apartment, pressing his crotch further into Kurt's face.

"Mmmm," he murmured, inhaling. "Blaine."

Blaine disentangled himself from Kurt's grasp, heart pounding as he stepped though the door. "Come on."

Kurt crawled into the apartment after him, sat back on his heels and waited for Blaine's instructions. Blaine had no idea what had gotten into Kurt, where the head-bitch-in-charge he loved so much had gone, but he loved this. He loved being able to see how much Kurt trusted and wanted him. He just loved Kurt.

"Bedroom," he said quietly, striding off without waiting for Kurt to get up and follow him. He entered the master bathroom and turned on the shower. He turned, and what he saw made his pupils go wide and his heart beat even faster. His cock hardened in his pants.

Kurt was at the threshold between bedroom and bathroom, sitting on his heels and waiting patiently. He had crawled hadn't expected Kurt to keep crawling, and didn't realize till now that he'd wanted it to be this way.

He swallowed. "Come here."

His knees felt a little weak as Kurt crawled to him. It was a sight he'd never get tired of. "Let's get cleaned up."

He pulled Kurt to his feet and they kissed languidly as they undressed each other in the steamy bathroom. Naked, they crammed themselves in the small space and gently washed each other's bodies. Kurt moaned when Blaine's hands gently ghosted over his balls, and fell against the wall of the shower.

"How long, Blaine?"

"Hmm?" Blaine wondered aloud, the noise almost swallowed by the steamy heat of the shower as he nipped at Kurt's neck.

"How long," Kurt repeated, "Until I get to come? I want you so badly, I always want you."

Blaine kissed him hard and turned off the water. He stepped out of the shower and went for towels. They dried each other hurriedly and stumbled into the bedroom, touching and kissing urgently.

Blaine pushed Kurt onto the bed, loving the way he bounced a little with the force of it. "You're going to hate me by the time I'm done," he declared, smirking a little.

Kurt's eyes darkened. "What are you going to do to me?"

Blaine just smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, fiddling with something in the bedside table. He pulled out, along with the condoms and lube they'd need later, something they hadn't used in a while. He'd been thinking of this ever since they got in the car, knew that it was the perfect way to get Kurt back for making him come undone like that on the dance floor.

Kurt gasped when he saw it. "No. No, no, no. I can't…you're going to kill me if you use that."

"I know," Blaine said, crawling onto the bed and straddling Kurt's thighs. He met Kurt's eyes with his, asking if this was really okay.

Kurt shut his eyes and nodded in reply to the unspoken question.

No more words were spoken as Blaine slipped the cock ring down to the base of Kurt's penis and moved down his body until he was face to face with Kurt's cock.

He licked a stripe up the side of it and wrapped his lips around the swollen head, sucking gently. Then he remembered that he didn't have to work up to a grand finish or be careful not to make Kurt come too quickly and increased the force of his suction. Kurt gasped as Blaine took him in deeply with a practiced ease. His hands shot to Blaine's wet curls as he bucked into his mouth. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands and pinned them to the bed as Kurt thrashed wildly beneath him.

Blaine chanced a gaze at Kurt's face. His eyes were shut tightly as tears leaked from his eyes. His chest shook with silent sobs as he moaned incoherently.

"So much," he gasped when Blaine backed off and looked at him in concern. "I just…I need you."

Blaine smiled. Not too much then. He took Kurt into his mouth again, sucking hard a few more times before sitting up and reaching towards the bedside table.

Kurt's eyes shot open and he exhaled in relief as he saw Blaine rolling a condom over his cock. He grabbed the lube and coated his fingers, slipping one in easily. Blaine's eyes darkened as he watched Kurt prepare himself. Kurt added another finger, arched and let out a cry, his fingers stilling for a moment as pure sensation washed over him. He withdrew his fingers and looked at Blaine desperately.

"Now," he rasped.

Blaine opened his mouth to say something, but Kurt cut him off. "Now. It's enough."

Kurt took Blaine by surprise when he sat up, pushed Blaine down onto the bed and straddled his hips. He poured a liberal amount of lube onto Blaine's cock and grabbed the base of it, pressing it against his hole. They both gasped as the head slipped past, followed quickly by the rest of Blaine's cock.

"So tight," Blaine choked out.

Kurt wasted no time getting used to Blaine—after so many years of sex, they were accustomed to one another. Bracing his hands on Blaine's chest, he raised his body and sunk back down on Blaine's cock, letting out a sharp breath.

"God," Kurt said through clenched teeth. "So good."

He fucked himself hard on Blaine's cock, nails digging into his chest as he rode Blaine hard. The mattress creaked beneath them. Kurt was a wild animal above him, hips rolling, cock bouncing haphazardly as he tried so hard to reach an orgasm that was never going to come.

"Please," he begged brokenly. "Blaine, please."

Blaine felt a fantastically familiar pleasure shooting through him. Kurt's hair was plastered to his face, wet with sweat and water from the shower. He was flushed and glorious, and…he had suffered enough. "Okay." He reached up and rolled the cock ring off, tossing it onto the floor carelessly.

"Now," he said, gripping Kurt's hips tight enough to bruise as he thrust upwards hard and came for the second time that night. Kurt stiffened above him and cried out as the orgasm he'd been craving for the better part of an hour washed over him in powerful waves. His eyes were shut tight, his mouth slack as he rode out the aftershocks of what had to be one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

Kurt slumped forward, nose half buried in Blaine's hair as he breathed deeply.

"Damn," he said after a moment.

Blaine chuckled. "Yeah…honestly…I didn't really plan any of that. Unlike you, you devious bastard."

Kurt smiled. "Actually…I'd been planning to blow you in the bathroom. I got…jealous when I saw everyone looking at you like that, and…I don't know what in the hell I was thinking. But it was hot, wasn't it?"

"Just as hot as you crawling on your knees for me," Blaine agreed.

Kurt lifted himself off of Blaine's body and fell back on the bed beside him. They kissed lazily, eyes closed, half awake as they snuggled into each others' embrace.

"Blaine?" Kurt mumbled into the darkness, not sure if Blaine was still awake after all of that.

"Hmm?" Blaine murmured sleepily.

"I love you."

Blaine's arms tightened around Kurt's body. "Love you too babe. Now shut up and go to sleep."

Kurt giggled softly, closed his eyes, and as he had many times that night, did as he was told.

I'm like...the sweetest person ever. I dont know where this filthy smut comes from. *blush* Reviews are love! :D