GFF Prompt: Person A – Who are we to each other? Person B – You tell me.
GFF Words: Partners, Enemies, Friends

A/N: After teddyshoney read "Nerds," she so kindly requested a sexy Stucky one-shot. Here you go, my friend. I hope you enjoy it. If you haven't read "Nerds," you might not understand everything that's going on.

The boys planned on staying the rest of the day at the convention. Really, they did. They went into the Guardians of the Galaxy panel and then back out onto the convention floor. About 90 minutes after the proposal, though, their need for each other was too much, and the 45-minute drive back to Kurt's was still ahead of them. And damn it all to hell, it seemed like every two minutes, someone was stopping them to take their picture. Their cosplays of Captain America and the Winter Soldier were that good.

After walking back to their car in a newly-found parking garage only a block away from the convention, they were finally on the road. Kurt had driven that day, his cosplay much less cumbersome than Blaine's. Both of them were vibrating with need and hormones.

The boys planned on driving clear back to Lawrence. Really, they did. A few minutes before they got to the exit for the Legends, though, Kurt changed lanes and got in the exit lane.

"Kurt, I really don't think I can go shopping right now," Blaine whimpered.

"We're not shopping," Kurt gritted through his own need. "We're getting a hotel room. There is no way possible I'm making it home."

"Okay. Well, we're gonna need to make a really quick decision then," Blaine said as Kurt exited on 435 North. "We're either going to have to use spit or stop at Target to buy some lube. It won't be the kind we usually use, but it will do. And… Well, do we want to buy condoms, too?"

"Oh, fuck," Kurt growled at all of the images going through his head. He tried to control his breathing, and he was barely able to as he pulled off onto Parallel Parkway and took the first left onto Prairie Crossing, effectively answering Blaine's question.

"Ohdeargodpleaseyes," Blaine whined and wiggled in his seat as to quell his hard-on a little. It didn't work.

Kurt parked in the Holiday Inn Express parking lot and turned to Blaine, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. The car filled with moans and grunts as they kissed for several minutes, only adding to their arousal.

"Let's get inside," Kurt panted. "I need to be inside you, like, an hour ago."

The boys got out of the car and rushed inside. Thankfully, there were rooms available, and one of them was a suite. They knew that it wasn't going to be anything terribly extravagant, and they were absolutely spending too much on a room when they could have just sucked it up and driven to Kurt's. That wasn't the point. The point was that they were engaged and needed each other right the fuck now.

The man at the front desk must have sensed their urgency, too. "Here's the key to your room, sirs. And, if I might note, there aren't a lot of people staying on that wing. Your nearest neighbor is five rooms down."

"Thank you, Chase," Kurt said with a smile. "We owe you one."

Later, Chase would get an invitation to the boys' wedding, and he'd attend. They'd go on to be lifelong friends, too. All because of this little gesture. Enough about that, though…

The boys rushed up to the third floor, taking the stairs because the elevators were not right there when they checked, their hands never leaving each other's. Once they were in the room, Kurt started undressing himself. His cosplay was much easier to get out of than Blaine's was. He removed the belt and shoulder piece first and then took off the jacket, breathing a sigh of relief.

"That fucker is hot!" he said aloud as he pulled his undershirt over his head.

Blaine whimpered from the bed as he was attempting to unlace the calf-high boots and was unsuccessful at it, especially when he saw his fiancé's bare chest.

"Mmmm," Kurt smirked. "Get undressed."

Blaine then looked down at his boots and was more focused at his task. Before too long, Kurt joined him in getting his clothes off as he stood there, naked in front of him, having taken off his boots, pants, socks, and boxer briefs, as well as pulled the comforter off of the bed and tossed it on the floor. Once Blaine was blissfully naked, Kurt stayed where he was, kneeling on the floor and bending Blaine over the bed, parting his cheeks once he was in place and diving in with his tongue.

"Oh, FUCK!" Blaine yelled as Kurt licked and nibbled at his twitching hole. "You are so good to me. Fuck, that feels amazing. Deeper. Oh, fucking hell, Kurt!" Blaine babbled and babbled until, with spit-slick fingers, Kurt deemed him stretched enough.

Kurt tapped Blaine's hips and said, "Turn over."

Blaine turned over and, within seconds, had his fiancé's leaking cock touching his lips. Without hesitation, Blaine leaned up and swallowed Kurt down to the root, loving the feel of his well-groomed pubic hair against his nose. About 30 seconds later, Kurt knew he was wet enough and rearranged them to be in the middle of the bed.

"I love you, Blaine Anderson," Kurt said as he entered Blaine, tears forming in his eyes at the sheer amount of love he had for the man underneath him.

"I love you, too, Kurt Hummel," Blaine whispered once he was fully seated inside of him, matching tears threatening to leak out of his eyes.

By now, all franticness was gone, and the boys moved at a slow and sensual pace until sweat was dripping off of both their bodies.

"I need it harder, love," Blaine moaned as he went to take his cock in his own hand, only to be swatted away by Kurt.

"Who are we to each other?" Kurt asked.

"You tell me," Blaine replied cheekily.

Kurt picked up his pace only just slightly. "We. Are. Each. Other's," he grunted, punctuating each word with a thrust inside of his love. He then sped up his pace and started pounding into Blaine, knowing exactly the speed and force to put behind his thrusts as he gripped Blaine's cock perfectly, and within a minute, they were both screaming each other's names as their orgasms ripped through them.

Neither one knew they were crying until their breaths evened out and they looked at each other. Kurt pulled out of Blaine and watched as his cum dripped out of his fiancé, loving how Blaine tried to clinch his hole to keep it in. Without really giving it any thought at all, Kurt moved down the bed and cleaned Blaine up, causing him to moan and his cock to fill right back up.

When Kurt was satisfied that nothing more was going to leak out of Blaine, he sat up on his knees and his eyes zeroed in on Blaine's leaking cock.

"Round two, then we head home?" Kurt asked.

"Please," Blaine whined and got on his hands and knees.

"Ohdearfuck," Kurt moaned and spit on his hand to slick his cock back up, the pre-cum helping, too. Kurt knew that when Blaine got on his hands and knees, he wanted it hard and dirty. He entered Blaine quickly, though not forcefully, and began pounding in and out of his fiance's ass, slapping it and making it bounce every so often.

Without warning, Blaine's second orgasm tore through him as he yelled out Kurt's name. The force of Blaine's orgasm milked Kurt's right out of him, too. When Kurt was done pulsing his cum into Blaine's ass, the two collapsed on the bed and, within a minute, synced their breathing.

"Kurt?"

"Yes, love of my life?"

"I'm laying in my own jizz."

Kurt and Blaine both started laughing and quickly stopped, the oversensitivity for both of them becoming really noticeable. And while Blaine didn't mind the feeling in the least, Kurt did.

"Shower?" Kurt asked.

"Yes, please," Blaine replied.

The pair got up and went into the bathroom and showered together, their hands or lips constantly on each other. After they were dressed, they went back down to the lobby and checked out. Chase winked at them as he handed them the receipt for their newly discounted room. The boys thanked Chase and then left the hotel hand in hand, ready to start the next phase of their life.