For once, the odds seem to be on his favor. For once, things are going his way. For though he's only recently joined the football team – and even then moved more by a desire to make his father proud than genuine interest – he's somehow managed to be the team's hero. He's being carried by his teammates and looks for this dad in the audience, waving. Although the words are inaudible through the cheers of the crowd, the intent is clear – he is pointing to Kurt and talking to the people around him. It's easy to see how proud he his and Kurt grins widely, cheeks almost hurting. The other boys are still carrying him, running through the field and screaming chants of victory. He looks back and sees Karofsky walking behind them, fist in the air and shouts of celebration. They lock eyes and the larger boy grins, then winks, and Kurt wishes he wasn't in the spotlight and could wink back. Hell, he wishes he could run into Karofsky's arms and be spun in the air like in the movies. It's a new idea, for though he's taught about the boy sexually many times, he's never considered anything quite so… romantic. He flushes and bites his lower lip, glad he can blame the situation around him. They finally put him down and the crowd starts to dissipate. He stands there, in the middle of the field, eyes still locked with Karofsky, who's only a few feet away. The other boy's smile has faded, and he's looking at Kurt almost like a predator. Kurt gulps down, willing his heart to slow down, for the adrenaline rush combined with that look is making him want things he's not supposed to want at that moment – not in the middle of the field and wearing such tight pants.

"Kurt!"

He looks to the left to see his dad running to him, beaming with pride, and he can't help but smile back at him. He risks a quick look at Karofsky and sees the other boy turn and walk towards the locker room. He hopes they'll have time for some private celebration later.

He hugs his dad, and they talk briefly, all the while being interrupted by people who want to congratulate him, pat him in the back or shake his hand. Coach Tanaka praises him once more, and he blushes, but sees how happy and proud his father looks. His dad leaves shortly after, and Kurt refuses his offer of a ride saying he's got his car and he needs a shower before. He walks slowly, enjoying the cool evening breeze in the now empty field. By the time he reaches the locker room, all the boys have already left. All but one. He hears the noise of the shower running and a deep voice singing to a familiar melody. He approaches him slowly, trying not to make any noise – Karofsky sounds surprisingly well, though he doesn't seem to know the lyrics to whatever he's singing very well. The larger boy reaches the chorus and Kurt giggles, recognizing the song in the not quite correct lyrics.

"If you like it you should put a ring on it…"

"Oh, I'll be putting something on it, alright."

The Right Guard stops and turns around, grinning. Kurt smiles deviously and starts stripping out of his uniform. Karofsky's eyes follow his movements, cock starting to fill. Kurt swallows, heart rate suddenly increasing. He realizes the other boy has never seen him fully naked, and it makes him slightly anxious. He seems definitely interested, though, and Kurt forces himself to relax under his lustful gaze. He stares into the hazel eyes while he undresses, desire soaring through his veins. He leaves the clothes on the ground and steps into the shower stall.

Karofsky shakes his head slightly. "Someone may come."

Kurt's smile widens. "Well, that's the idea."

He doesn't give the other boy a chance to reply, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. He parts his lips and licks Karofsky's lower lip, then bites it slightly and sucks on it. Karofsky moans into the kiss and opens his mouth wantonly, tongue sliding out to explore Kurt's mouth. His arms go around Kurt's back and ass and he brings their bodies flush against each other. He's wet all over, with soap foam still dripping from him, making his body slippery. Kurt's hands run down his chest, playing with the wet chest hair. He breaks the kiss but doesn't step away, keeping his face close to the other boy, noses touching. He smiles and pushes Karofsky back playfully, so that he's directly under the water. He shakes his head, sprinkling Kurt, who laughs in delight. He reaches out and pulls Kurt under the stream of water with him, and the smaller boy lets out a shriek when the water hits him, making him close his eyes. His wet hair clings to his forehead as the warm water relaxes him. Karofsky's mouth finds his neck and teases him, tongue lapping and teeth biting in a way that makes Kurt emit a sound that's half a sigh, half a moan. His small nails scratch the broad back and Karofsky groans. He turns them and pushes Kurt against the wall, kissing his lips again. Kurt arcs his back, his cock now hard sliding against Karofsky's hips, Karofsky's own erection brushing against Kurt's stomach.

"Fuck!" The larger boy groans again, thrusting shallowly, hands firmly gripping Kurt's ass while he starts abusing Kurt's neck with his mouth again. Kurt pinches one of the brown nipples, twisting his fingers around it, his other hand stroking his stomach. He wraps his hand around the head of Karofsky's cock, thumb sliding across the slit. He twists his wrist and Karofsky bucks, cursing. He uses his free hand to cup his balls and fondle them, while slowly brushing his fingers down the inner side of Karofsky's cock. He wants to blow him again, feel him throbbing inside his mouth, but when he starts to slide down Karofsky holds him, pressing him against the tile wall once more. Although they've only just started doing whatever it is they're doing, Kurt can already tell that this against the wall position is going to be one of his favorites. He smiles, realizing for the first time that he wants this… thing… they have going on to continue. Karofsky long fingers wrap around his shaft and he gasps, the feeling familiar and alien at the same time. They start pumping each other slowly, hands moving at the same time, eyes locked and breathing sped up. Their moans are almost synchronized, and to Kurt their voices sound perfectly harmonized together, high-pitched whimpers and low-pitched groans. He feels the pressure coiling and his balls and suddenly he's coming, cum shooting onto their joined stomachs and Karofsky's hand. He rests his forehead on the other boy's shoulder, taking long breaths to calm his racing heart, hand still gently stroking his cock. Once his breathing is slightly back to normal he bites into the broad shoulder, pumping faster and twisting his hand with every upward movement. It doesn't take long until Karofsky is joining him, a long groan escaping his lips while his body shutters, hips thrusting for a few moments until he goes limp, hands on the wall to support himself.

He looks at the blue-eyed boy and smiles, and Kurt grins back, sated. They stay like that for a couple of minutes, water still washing down the larger boy's back, until he takes a step back and pulls Kurt with him, so that they both can get a proper shower.

"You know, we can't keep doing this." His head is bent and his eyes are fixed on the floor and Kurt feels his heart sinking. Just when he was thinking that they could do this, could develop an actual relationship of some sort, Karofsky has to go and ruin everything. His nose itches and he knows he's close to tears, so he looks up to avoid them.

"I mean… Someone could have seen us."

"I understand", he says, voice trembling a bit.

"Next time we've gotta find somewhere more private."

He looks down quickly, tears actually spilling from his eyes with the movement.

"Next time?"

Karofsky looks up, staring into the big azure eyes. "Erm… yeah… I mean, if you want to, of course. I mean, if you don't, it's fine too. I…"

Kurt's heart does a backflip and he grins, nodding very fast.

"I do! I want it! I really, really want it!"

He throws himself into the other boy's arms, kissing him passionately, and for the first time since he was a kid, not feeling so lonely anymore.