When Kurt emerged from the shower, he found his clothes neatly folded on the bed. Beside his clothes was a black blazer with red trim. There was an emblem on the breast. It read Dalton. Kurt got a little giddy with the thought, was this Blaine's old school? Kurt slipped the oversized jacket over his shoulders, excited meet Mr Anderson on the othersider of the door. Kurt checked himself over in the mirror before entering, smoothed over his hair and tried to calm his erection that was throbbing with anticipation.

"Glad you finally decided to join me, Kurt." Kurt got the shock of his life seeing Blaine. Black suit pants and a white collard shirt. What was the most shocking of all was the complete lack of hair gel combed through his hair. Those downy feathery locks spiralled through the top of his head. Kurt immediately wanted to rake his finger's through them. But that was certainly not student appropriate behaviour. Instead Kurt replied.

"Sorry Sir." The fact that Kurt's eyes ignited when they cast themselves to Blaine's hair did not go unnoticed. Blaine teasingly raked his hands through his locks as he spoke.

"Do you know why you are in detention this evening?" God, stern Blaine was so incredibly hot.

"No, Sir."

"I think you're lying to me, Kurt. I think you know exactly why you are here. Take a seat." He gestured towards the dining table that had been cleared of all food and snacks. Before him, at the head of the table, was a blank note book and a pen. Kurt did as he was told, wondering what Blaine had planned for him.

"Do you care to explain why this was found in your locker?" Blaine planted the vibrating plug atop the notebook. Blaine sat himself on the desk table waiting for a response. He watched how Kurt's eyes widened and cheeks blushed.

"Well? Did another boy put you up to this?"

"There's no other boy, sir." Kurt replied. Two could play this seduction game. Kurt picked up the pen provided for him and twirled it over his lips. "I brought it to school." There was a rebellious twinkle in Kurt's eye. He was playing the bad boy. Blaine made no motion to cross his legs to hide his erection. It didn't go unnoticed by Kurt. If anything, the bulge spurred Kurt on to push a little further. He sucked the tip of his pen with an audible pop.

"Why would you bring this dirty toy to school?"

"So, I could get off in class, Mr Anderson." Blaine's eyes widened at Kurt's bluntness.

"Which class, Kurt?"

"Your class, Mr Anderson." Kurt purred with a wicked grin. "I fantasise about you taking me on your desk. I doesn't bother me if class is still on, they can all watch for I care. I just want you to bend me over and fuck me across your desk." Where were these words coming from? Kurt was surprised with himself, God, he loved rebel Kurt. "What do you say, Mr Anderson?"

"Stand up, Kurt." Blaine ordered with hungry eyes. "You need to be punished. That is what detention is for, after all. Now, lower your pants."

"Make me." Kurt stood, but made no motion to unclip his belt. His cock was obvious through his jeans. Blaine closed the space between them, a breath away but not touching.

"Well, Kurt, I promise you that my methods of punishment are very rewarding. For example, if you do as I say, I'll let you run your fingers through my hair." Kurt instinctively reached up to Blaine's face, but he grabbed his wrists and directed it back down to his belt buckle. Kurt did as he was told and slipped his jeans down his hips.

"Bend forward, Kurt." Blaine commanded. As Kurt did so, he realised the vibrator was no longer on the table. Blaine's hand slipped Kurt's underwear down, exposing his bare ass. A gentle hand ran over him, then gave a quick slap.

"I like the way your ass moves when I hit it." Blaine spoke.

"You should do that again. Make sure I learn my lesson." Blaine took the suggestion.

"And what lesson do you intend to learn today, Kurt?"

"How to fuck my teacher?" As Kurt spoke, he felt his hole widen as the vibrator slipped up inside him.

"Yes, that is a very important lesson, pull your pants up. Sit down." Blaine kept himself close enough for Kurt to reach out and rake his hands through his teacher's impossible curls. He wanted to feel that softness all over his body. Before he knew it, Blaine was standing upright and too far away for Kurt's liking. His ass clenched tight around the plug, feeling it settle into place. His body rolled with anticipation.

"I have the remote." Blaine purred. "I hope you pay attention."

Kurt was not paying attention. In fact, he was doodling on the page in front of him.

Mr Anderson wants my tight, wet ass.

For that, Blaine pressed the on button on the remote in his pants pocket. Kurt gasped with surprise. It was on the lowest setting and a teasing buzz filled his hole.

"Mr Anderson!" Kurt protested. "I thought you were meant to punish me in detention. This feels too good."

"I reward my student when he gets something correct." Blaine pointed a finger to what Kurt had written. Kurt wanted to take that finger and make it wet, but he had pulled it away too quickly. Instead he wrote something else down.

I want to suck Mr Anderson's dick until he cums.

Kurt screamed with a sudden impossible intensity against his prostate, which them rapidly subsided back down to a state of pleasure. When he looked to his teacher Blaine explained.

"You made a spelling mistake." He tapped to the last word on the page. "I expected better from you Kurt. Maybe we need some one on one tutoring as well as our detention times."

Kurt ignored his teacher, leaning back on his chair and spreading his legs to reveal his erection through his unzipped pants.

"So, how big are you Mr Anderson? Will I choke when I swallow you?" That comment earnt him a higher setting on his vibrator. "Do you want to know what I think about when you're teaching me?" Kurt didn't wait for Blaine to respond. He could see the effect he was having. Blaine had to unbuckle his pants for relief. "I think about you naked, up against the black board…Do you like your balls being sucked, Mr Anderson?"

"I do. Your lips are so pretty for it. Is this what you would like me to teach you in detention, Kurt?"

"Yes, Mr Anderson." Kurt licked his lips then bit his lower one. Blaine watched as Kurt pushed his text book out of the way. Blaine sat himself on the table in front of Kurt. Kurt eyed his teacher up and down, those black pants tight across his thighs. His cock was still tucked behind his blue underwear. Kurt reached a hand out to touch. Blaine rolled his hips forward eagerly. Kurt coyly traced one finger around his teacher's bulge. Kurt leant forward and licked through that thin fabric. The vibrator began to pulse a different pattern. It felt like there was something thrusting gently up inside of him. Kurt moaned and sprung Blaine's thick cock and balls free. Kurt traced a finger over Blaine's sack which was tight and soft with a gentle play of fuzz. He wrapped his hands around Blaine and leant forward, his lips lingering just above that wet head.

"Mr Anderson?" Kurt toyed. "What do I do now?"

"Suck my balls." Kurt opened his jaw and pulled a tight nut into his mouth, sucking firmly. He did this with each ball before lifting away a little, awaiting Blaine's next request.

"Kiss my head. Gently, yes, like that." Blaine tossed his head back and closed his eyes, feeling Kurt's gentle pecks over his cock.

"A little deeper?" Kurt asked.

"Suck my head, just my head, roll your tongue around, explore." Kurt's tongue slipped back and forth over Blaine's slit. It earnt him another setting on that vibrator. "Suck harder, I like it hard." Kurt was a very good student. "Now keep that pressure and slide downward." Blaine felt Kurt push his head up against the roof of his mouth, Kurt's lips were tight, and his suction didn't falter.

Kurt was playing with himself. Blaine could see that, see how Kurt's shoulder shuddered back and forth.

"What are you hiding under your desk, Kurt?" Blaine growled. "I can't have you loosing concentration while I'm teaching."

"Please Mr Anderson." Kurt begged, his lips popping from his cock, strings of saliva coated him. the sight of Kurt's flushed cheeks in his Dalton blazer, with a hand around each of their cocks, was almost enough to make him come.

"Of course." There was no way Blaine could refuse his favourite student. Kurt's lips returned to their position and began to roll up and down Blaine's shaft. He could feel Kurt's jaw stretch to accommodate form him and relished in the feel of Kurt testing out this new sensation. The rough side of Kurt's tongue rolled around in circles over his head.

"Yes, Kurt!" Blaine increased the settings once again. Kurt leapt up from his seat a little. "I want your lips all the way down now." Kurt could take him all in, and he did so, then began to move faster, up and down. His other hand toyed with his balls, rolling them between his fingers.

"I want you to bring yourself close, Kurt." Kurt's reply was a muffle of vibrations against his cock, but he knew what Kurt had said. Kurt's pace quickened with his own hand, and as he did that, instinctively his moth moved faster as well. He became urgent, pulsing his tongue against his head with his movements. Blaine dared to adjust Kurt's vibrator one more setting. It was enough to make the boy scream, sending shivers down Blaine's cock. That cock bulged a little in Kurt's mouth and they both knew the teacher was on the brink of coming.

"Kurt, I'm close, will you?" Kurt answered by moving his mouth faster, moaning as his own cock throbbed with orgasm.

"Kurt!" Blaine watched as his cum began to lather around Kurt's lips. How Kurt's cum shot from his clenched hand between his legs. His body was burning with the desire and his legs tremoring with pleasure. Kurt pulled himself from Blaine's cock, his lips were glistening white. Kurt swallowed. Blaine turned off the vibrator and slipped from the dining table, straddling Kurt's sticky lap. Their hard cocks rose side by side.

"That was incredible, Kurt."

"You're a good teacher." Kurt panted. Blaine licked his cum from Kurt's lips, tasting himself on this sexy boy.

"Oh no, I'm a terribly naughty teacher, and you're a very bad student."

They both grinned at this. Kurt giggled as he raked his hands through Blaine's' un gelled hair. Blaine enjoying the sensation of Kurt's fingers massaging his scalp. Perhaps there were some perks in going o'natural. His eyes closed with relaxation. He could have fallen asleep then and there. He would have if Kurt hadn't kissed his cheeks and said.

"I love this blazer, Blaine."

"Old school uniform." Blaine was very glad he had kept it around.