So as soon as I finished chapter one, I just figured I can't leave Blaine there high and dry, so I started writing chapter two of what could probably have been just one long fic.

H'ohwellz.

Also, I looked up Kurt and Blaine's birthdays (sometimes I like to be accurate:P) and I couldn't find them anywhere, so the dates/signs are all made up, mostly I just picked the ones that fit the story because some of them are more easy to work with than others (who finds touching their knees a turn on? Mine are ticklish, maybe that's just me...Oh well!).

Enjoy!

"I'm...I'm a...Libra-I'm a Libra." Blaine stuttered as I sauntered over to the computer, pulling my skivvies up as I walked (which I did without tripping and falling on my face, so ten points to me). I sat down and moved the mouse so the sleep screen went away and scrolled up a little, finding the paragraph I wanted. I damn near snorted.

"Libra," I began, trying to hide the tinge of a smile that was no doubt evident in my voice, "The lower back and buttocks." I heard Blaine sit up behind me on the bed, "Both sexes are extremely partial to having this area fondled, caressed, bit, patted, and pinched." I immediatley flustered because I had no idea what 'fondeling' one's butt intailed, but I continued nonetheless, even though the next sentence was a little hard to choke out-particularly since I was almost fully naked and my boyfriend was sitting on my bed hard as a fucking rock and, well, I'm me and while I'm slowly growing up into a horny teenager penguin, the baby penguin is always and will forever be there,

"With feather-light touches stroke each buttock up and down, occasionally employing the fingernails and the Libra will be sexually aroused." I swiveled around slowly, an idea in mind. I couldn't help but break a smile when I saw Blaine sitting awkwardly on the edge of my bed, facing straight forward, both feet on the floor, his hands attempting to cover his lap.

"I think I'm gonna...I mean...I'll stand up in a few seconds, I promise and then I'll go back to my room..." He muttered. I rose from the chair and slid my underwear off yet again (I probably shouldn't have even put them back on, honestly) and moved over to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself onto his lap, straddling him. He let out a long breath, his eyes closing and his head falling back as his aching cock finally got some well deserved contact.

"I have an idea. And it involves you having little-to-no clothing on." I told him before pressing my lips to his. He nodded silently and began to unbutton his shirt, which I pulled off of him and tossed across the room. I hopped off of his lap, allowing him to remove his heavily tented pants, and grabbed that oil from earlier. I swept in right behind him and whispered in his ear,

"You are about to get one fucking wonderful back rub." I kissed him on the cheek as I opened the bottle.

"Mhmmm. I love it when you say stuff like that." He murmured as I placed both hands on his bare shoulders, feeling the oil warm up beneath my hands.

"Like what?" I asked, feigning innocence. I pressed the heels of my hands into his vast shoulder muscles, kneading small circles as I worked my way slowly down.

"When you...when you curse..." His speech slurred a little as I rubbed further down. He titled his head to the right, giving me perfect access to his even more perfect neck. I bent down toward it, my hands now running long, vertical strokes down his upper/mid back, and laid an open mouthed kiss on the crook of his neck, relishing the little shiver that overcame him as my nails scraped softly against his lower back, just like the horoscope had said.

"You like that?" I got out between my mouth assault on his collar bone region. His eyes were shut and he inhaled sharply as I dug my nails in a little deeper.

"God yes..." He managed as I found his sacrum and began to kneed it with both my thumbs. His breath was shaky and before I knew what hit me, he had whizzed around and pinned me down, his lips crashing down onto mine.

"Fuck." I murmured as he wrapped my legs around his waist. He made a low, growl-like noise as I continued to rake my nails down his back, all the way down to the top of his ass where I paused, gathered my courage and gave a light squeeze.

I felt the impact of my move instantly as his boxer clad pelvis thrust upwards and he bit down a little harder than originally intended on my neck, which promised to leave a mark.

I went for it again, this time with both hands, and ground against him at the same time, capturing his loud moan in my mouth. We continued there, two desperate-for-friction teenagers groping around until I got particularly daring and flipped us over. Blaine looked pleasantly surprised, I'm not on top much, honestly, but his face contorted into straight bliss when I sat up and motioned for him to do the same. I straddled him once again, this time folding my legs under me instead of sticking them straight out.

"Are...are you gonna..." He began, placing his hands on my hips. My eyes glinted devilishly at how I had reduced to him to a stuttering mess,

"Say it." I whispered into his ear before flicking my tongue out to barely touch the lobe, at which I could feel him shiver beneath me.

"Ride me?" He asked meekly, his voice barely a squeak. I moved my mouth from his ear to his and kissed him, my tongue sliding across his teeth, requesting entrance that was almost instantaneously granted. I started to move the way I had during that one time I'd watched/participated in a Carmen Electra lap dance workout routine during a 'girl's night' at Brittany's and I don't know how it felt for him, but it was fucking spectacular for me. And I made no move to hide that from him,

"This is fucking spectacular." I said in somewhere between a whine and a moan, running my hands down his lower back until I hit that spot again, making him to thrust up lightly. I scratched semi-gently at the area, causing him to grind me down harder and faster by the force of his hands on my hips, as well as make me to let out a really slutty moan (what can I say, I get pretty loud in the moment).

Blaine bit down on my lip, almost drawing blood, as he simultaneously ground me down and himself up, causing a beautiful amount of friction.

"Kurt...I'm not...this isn't-" He cut off his attempt at a sentence with a breathy gasp as his head threw back and he thrust up a few more times, his breathing coming in pants. I finished a few seconds after him and we untangled ourselves and fell back on the bed side by side-a sweaty, dazed mess.

"The internet is awesome." Blaine muttered.

"Is that my new nickname? 'The Internet'?" I retorted, rolling over to my side to face him. He smirked and ran a hand through my hair, "Sure."

We lay there, side by side, just taking each other in, until I glanced at the desk clock and noted that curfew was in a few minutes, at which point we redressed and said our goodbyes.

"We still on for our date tomorrow night?" I asked, flashing him a smile. He nodded and kissed me on the forehead,

"Oui, bien sur." He attempted (failed, but attempted so I kissed him again for the effort.)

"Good. Seven thirty?" I asked. Blaine nodded and gave me one last hug, turning to leave,

"And you'd better be on time, The Internet doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Second installment...COMPLETE!:D

Reviews are welcome as always, I'd love to know what you guys think would improve my writing-I'm trying to sell a book to a publishing company right now and any type of style advice would be great!

Have a beautiful day,

~Rhea