"Wake up sleepyhead." Kurt spoons himself a little tighter around Blaine's sleeping form, soft, warm and pliant in his arms.
"Don' wanna" Blaine grumbles into the pillow.
"I know. But we have school."
"Can we skip?"
"Oh yes, because that wouldn't be at all suspicious. They'd never talk Rachel down from the ceiling."
"Five more minutes then." Blaine murmurs, pulling Kurt's arms tighter around him and moaning in delight as he feels his morning wood pressing into his crack. "Mmmm, good morning to you too, sexy."
"Blaaaaaine," Kurt moans, "We really need to get up."
"Kuuuuuurt, you really need to get up me."
Kurt laughs and kisses the back of Blaine's neck as his hand starts to rub Blaine's thigh distractedly. "You are too much, you know that?"
Blaine doesn't reply, only moves Kurt's hand to his straining cock and encourages him to stroke. Kurt fumbles around under the pillows and finds the bottle of lube where he'd left it during last nights activities. Coating his dick liberally, he slides himself in between Blaine's ass cheeks, moaning as the delicious friction builds.
"Fuck Blaine, this feels good."
Blaine reaches back around and pulls Kurt unfathomably closer, the slip-slide of his cock between Blaine's cheeks and soft whimpers the only sounds in the room.
"Gonna think of you all day." Blaine pants as Kurt's grip on his cock tightens.
"Oh Jesus."
"Gonna...shit...gonna palm myself under my...oh!...my desk...while I imagine riding you."
"Yes Blaine, yes!"
"I want you to...fuck...think of me...Kurt...think of me sucking you off...shit...while you...teach...ah!"
Blaine's filthy mouth manages to tip them both over the edge, Blaine shuddering with pleasure as he feels Kurt's come drip down his ass.
"You're a bad boy." Kurt smiles into Blaine's back.
"You love it."
"Yeah I do. Come on. That was five minutes."
"Five more minutes? Please?"
"No."
"Go on. We could go again."
"No."
Blaine pouts adorably, before remembering he hasn't actually kissed Kurt this morning. He does just that, before climbing reluctantly from the bed and trying not to wince at the now cold and sticky unpleasantness all over him.
"Shower?" he offers his outstretched hand to Kurt.
"Not with you."
"Ooh!" Blaine laughs.
"You won't behave. You go first, I'll go fix breakfast."
"Or...you could shower with me?" Blaine persists.
"No! You're insatiable."
"But if you don't get me off I'll be randy all day."
"You just got off. Like two minutes ago." Kurt laughs as he stands and drapes his naked body around Blaine. "And you are always randy. Christ, three weeks ago you were a virgin. Now you've probably had more orgasms than most people have in a lifetime."
"I need another before school." Blaine tries, pushing his now erect cock against Kurt's thigh.
"You do not. You'll have to wait til after school. Or get yourself off if you're that desperate. Now go. Shower." He turns Blaine and pushes him toward the door with a playful smack to his backside.
"Careful Mr. Hummel, you're turning me on even more."
After trying- unsuccessfully- to initiate sex again before school, Blaine finds himself with a rather pressing problem as they take their places at their English desks. Kurt struts in and Blaine wills his dick to behave, but it just won't. He can't understand it. He's been doing so well at separating Mr. Hummel the English teacher with 'his' Kurt up until now. But now all he sees when he looks to the front of the room is Kurt, naked and writhing on the sheets below him as he fucks into him. When Kurt addresses the class, he doesn't hear any words, he only sees Kurt's lips wrapped around his cock, eyes wide and begging for more.
"Mr. Hummel?" Blaine's hand shoots into the air suddenly.
"Erm...Yes Blaine?" Kurt looks around warily, he usually tries to avoid any interaction with Blaine during class unless absolutely necessary.
"Can I please go to the bathroom?"
Kurt looks at Blaine, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. Oh fuck. He knows just why he wants the bathroom. Horny bastard.
"If you feel it's a desperate situation." Kurt replies, eyes turning a few shades darker. "Or maybe you could wait until later."
Blaine is snapped back to reality by a sharp kick from Rachel. The rest of the class is snickering, apart from Mike and Quinn who are staring between teacher and student.
"Um...I'll..I'll wait." Blaine stammers as he tries to calm his hardness by digging the heel of his hand into his crotch.
Why did you do that to me? Blaine texts as soon as he is out of class.
Do what?
Challenge me, in front of the whole class.
Too much?
Too risky. But hot as hell.
I wasn't about to let you leave my class to jerk off.
I would have thought of you though.
Yeah?
Yeah. Like how good you are at taking my cock.
I love it.
You love it inside you, don't you?
Yes. In my mouth, in my tight ass.
I wanna suck you.
Now?
Not now. I'm in French. Later.
You know you're in for it when we get home.
?
I'm gonna tear your clothes off and fuck you so hard.
What if I wanna fuck you?
We can switch.
Fuck it. I'm asking for the hall pass.
No! Don't you dare!
I am.
Blaine Anderson, if you jerk off in the school bathroom there will be no sex tonight. At all. You hear me?
But that means I have to wait all day Kurt. ALL DAY!
No Glee though, so we can leave early.
My place, straight from school.
Why yours?
I'm closer. And I'm not waiting any longer than I have to.
Ok. Go now. Learn some French.
Je t'aimexxx
Blaine breaks every speed limit on the way home from school and so does Kurt who is right on his bumper for the whole journey. He bounds up the porch steps and fumbles with the key, dropping it twice as Kurt snakes his arms around him from behind and starts tearing at his buttons. They stumble through the door together, Blaine guiding Kurt's lips to his in a searing kiss which is all teeth and tongue. Kicking the door closed with his foot, a half naked Blaine pins Kurt against the wall and pushes his pants to the floor before kneeling in front of him.
"Gonna put that dirty mouth to some use?" Kurt growls as Blaine mouths at his hardness through his underwear.
Blaine doesn't hesitate, just takes Kurt in as deep as he can and enjoys the way Kurt yells out loudly.
"Oh yes baby, look at you. You were made to suck my cock Blaine."
Humming in response, Blaine palms himself through his half open jeans as Kurt pushes deeper in his throat. His lips are raw with his efforts, and he can feel spit dribbling down his chin but Blaine can't bring himself to care as Kurt pulls on his curls and fucks his face hard.
"Take it Blaine, suck me good... Fuck!" Kurt is wild with lust and relentless in his thrusting, hitting the back of Blaine's throat repeatedly.
"Want you...in my ass" Blaine manages to choke out, and Kurt pulls him upright, kissing him hard. The time for sweet caresses and lingering looks can come later. Right now all either one cares about is their overwhelming desire to claim the other one, hard, fast and now.
Kurt pushes Blaine backward towards the staircase, knocking into a small side table and causing a lamp to topple to the ground. Ignoring it, Blaine fumbles in Kurt's jacket for a small packet of lube and a condom.
"So why do you keep these in here?" Blaine asks with a wicked grin.
"In case you're a bad boy and I need to keep you in detention." Kurt grins back.
"Oh I've been a very bad boy...all day." Blaine replies as he kneels on the stairs and thrusts his ass back towards Kurt. "I think you might need to spank me."
He lets out a small yelp as Kurt's hand smacks across his backside and he feels the instant heat from the mark left behind, before Kurt is lapping over it soothingly with his tongue.
"Sorry...can't do that to you. Can't hurt you. Try this instead." Running his tongue along Blaine's crack, he grins as he hears Blaine moan in the most filthy manner.
"Oh God Kurt! Yes!"
"Sure?" Kurt asks as he places soft kisses to the bottom of Blaine's back.
"Yes! Please, open me up with your tongue. Oh fuck!" He whines as Kurt parts his cheeks and circles his tongue around his entrance.
Kneeling on the bottom step, Kurt laps at Blaine's tight hole, pushing gently but firmly with his tongue as he feels Blaine's muscles start to relax. The sounds coming from Blaine are nothing short of pornagraphic as Kurt slides a finger into his spit soaked hole and finds his prostate. Blaine is clutching the railings with one hand and his hair with the other, in a desperate attempt not to touch himself.
"Jesus Kurt...your tongue! Just...Yes!"
"As much as I'd love to feel you come with it in your ass baby, right now I really need to fuck you. I'm turning blue here." Kurt says, quickly rolling a condom onto himself.
"Hard Kurt. Fuck me hard." Blaine pleads, as Kurt grabs his hips roughly and guides himself inside. It's tight, Blaine hasn't really been stretched enough but neither care as finally they are joined together.
"Holy crap. You look so hot with my cock inside you Blaine."
"Mmmm," is Blaine's muffled response as he rests his head on his folded arms and pushes back to meet Kurt's thrusts. "Harder."
Kurt grips him so hard it's sure to leave bruises as he slams into the boy harder and harder. Raising his head to stop it banging into the higher steps, Blaine lets forth a string of expletives as he finally gets the release he's been looking for.
"Fuck, Kurt!"
"Yes baby, go on. Wanna see you come from my cock alone."
"Shit...I...Ah!" Giving in at last he comes hard, gripping the railings hard to keep from collapsing in a heap, as Kurt thrusts into him once, twice more before shuddering as his own orgasm tears through him.
"Holy fucking crap." He pants as he sprawls across Blaine's back. "Never...in all my life...have I felt so horny as I did today."
Blaine chuckles. "Feeling better?"
"Feeling exhausted. Seriously, I need to lie down." He pulls out of Blaine and gathers his pants and Blaine's clothes before they walk wearily up the stairs. When Kurt emerges from the bathroom it is to find Blaine already tucked up under the covers.
"Are we not going to my place?" He asks as he cuddles up close.
"Later," Blaine says as he wraps his arms around him. "For round three. Nap first."
When Kurt wakes it is to find Blaine's bedroom in near darkness. Snuggling deeper into Blaine's embrace, he is startled when he hears a whispered Hi and finds Blaine looking at him adoringly.
"Hey," rolling over briefly to flick the lamp on, Kurt turns back and runs his fingers softly along Blaine's jaw. "How you feeling?"
"Every single bit of me hurts, but in the best way imaginable."
"Yeah...we were pretty rough." Kurt smiles.
"It was needed." Blaine places a tender kiss to the tip of Kurt's nose before pulling back slightly to look at him. "Do you think we'll always have this much sex?"
Kurt laughs. "Probably not. But it's quality not quantity my young ingenue."
"Please. After the things you've done to me I'm hardly an ingenue any more."
"About that..." Kurt starts, taking Blaine's hand and holding it to his chest. "The whole spanking thing...I'm...well I'm sorry that I couldn't go through with it."
"Hey..." Blaine tilts Kurt's chin up to gain eye contact, "It's ok. I just said it in the moment. It's not something I've ever thought about before."
"You sure?"
"Of course. Kurt, I love you so much. It's about what we're comfortable with. I would much rather you said, than felt forced into something you didn't want to do."
"Ok. You surprise me, you know."
"How?"
"With how adventurous you are. Quite kinky really."
"Hardly," Blaine laughs. "A bit eager to try anything and everything with you, that's all. But my favourite thing, above everything, is kissing you."
"Then I don't understand why you're not doing that right now."
Slowly, Blaine tilts his head and presses his lips to Kurt's in a kiss so sweet, tender and loving that Kurt feels he may cry. Their lips move softly together. This time there is no urgency, no desperate need to move forward. They take their time to kiss lazily, slowly exploring one another's mouths with their tongues as they wrap their arms around each other. They make out for the longest time like this, until Blaine can stand it no more and pulls Kurt on top of him.
"Again?" Kurt asks, worrying slightly that he may not be able to.
"Not yet. Just wanna feel you some more." Blaine holds Kurt flush against him, both moaning softly as they feel their chests press against each other. Blaine runs his hands innocently over Kurt's ass cheeks, loving the smooth skin and perfect roundness. They continue to kiss, feather light touches interspersed with deeper, longer kisses as the passion builds and their hardness grows.
All of a sudden they are interrupted by the loud slam of the front door. Blaine bolts upright and just manages to catch Kurt before he falls on the floor. Running to the door, he yanks it open and calls downstairs;
"Mom?"
"The one and only! Come downstairs and give me a hug!"
Blaine turns to Kurt with a look of pure panic. "What do I...what...I..."
"I thought she was home on Wednesday!" Kurt hisses as he hurriedly pulls on his clothes.
"She was supposed to be. What are we going to do?"
"Get dressed for a start." Kurt whispers throwing clothes in his direction.
Blaine yanks on clothes as fast as he can, fingers trembling as he tries to button his shirt.
"Blaine...your hips." Kurt stills for a moment as he takes in the clear fingerprint bruises, then is suddenly jolted back to reality.
"Blaine!" Maria calls, "Are you coming down or shall I come up?"
"NO!" Blaine yells, perhaps a little too loudly. "Don't come up! I'm on my way." He glances in the mirror and smooths his hair as best he can. "Here." he shoves a pile of sheet music at Kurt.
"Blaine." Kurt reaches out and grabs his wrist. "I love you. Whatever happens. Just remember I love you."
Heart pounding, Blaine nods before heading downstairs.
"Mom!" he calls, fixing an overly excited smile in place as he runs down the stairs, hopping over the bottom few.
"Blaine, sweetie! I missed you so much." Maria tries not to cry as she holds him in her arms. So much has changed in the three weeks since she left.
"I was expecting you on Wednesday."
"I know. I got an earlier flight. One of the...Oh." Maria stops as she takes in Kurt walking quietly down the staircase.
"Mom, this is Kurt Hummel. My English teacher and Glee club leader. He um...came over to borrow some sheet music."
Maria frowns slightly as she looks between the pair. Both look embarrassed, but Kurt recovers first.
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Anderson."
"Call me Maria, please. So are you the Thanksgiving guy?"
"Um..." Kurt looks desperately to Blaine, not sure what his reply should be.
"Yes. He is. Kurt is Finn's brother."
"Well I need to thank you then, Kurt- or your parents anyway, for making sure Blaine wasn't alone on a holiday. It was very kind of you."
"No need to thank, it was our pleasure. Well, I really better go. Thanks for this, Blaine." he says, holding the music in his hand. "See you in school."
"I'll walk you out." Blaine says quickly and follows him out onto the porch before anyone can argue.
"I'm not gonna kiss you, because I know she'll be watching." Blaine says as they walk towards Kurt's car. "I am so sorry, Kurt."
"Don't be." Kurt says softly. "She came home early to surprise you, that's sweet."
"She certainly surprised me all right."
"Call me later?"
"I'll try and get out to see you."
"No. Don't, Blaine." Kurt says sadly, taking Blaine's hand briefly. "I don't want you in trouble. Plus, your mom is going to want to see you. We can see each other tomorrow after school."
"You owe me round three." Blaine whispers with a cocky grin.
"Call me later then." Kurt grins back, then drives away quickly before Blaine can see the tears in his eyes.
Blaine steps back inside to be confronted by his mother, one hand on her hip and holding something black in the other.
"So, young man. What the hell happened in my hallway?"
"Eh?"
"When I came in, I thought we had been robbed. I had to tidy before I could even put my case down. Your school bag and it's contents were scattered everywhere, shoes and- rather randomly- socks thrown down the hall, not to mention my lamp."
"Oh! I forgot about the lamp." Blaine reddens instantly.
"Yeah, I'll bet you did sunshine. So. What were you doing?"
"I was just in a hurry...to get Kurt his music. He had to get going."
"He had to get going."
"Yes."
"So...he was in a hurry yet still found time to wander up to your room."
"The music was up there."
"Any reason he couldn't have waited here while you fetched it?"
"Um..." Blaine is now staring fixedly at a mark on the wooden floor and trying frantically to think. "I don't know. Like I said, he was in a rush."
"I don't really think it's appropriate for you to bring a teacher to this house while I'm not here. And it's definitely not acceptable to invite him up to your room. Understand?"
"Yes mom."
"Is he gay?"
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"I asked you a question."
"Yes...he's gay."
"And how...friendly are you two?"
"Jeez mom. He's...I...we...we're friends I guess."
"That's all?"
"You know what?" Blaine cries, losing all composure, "I'm not having this conversation with you. Stay out of my life mom. You're never here, and then when you are you think you can question me about my every move. Kurt is helping me with college applications. He wants me to apply to Julliard. We discussed it over Thanksgiving, but of course you wouldn't know any of that because you weren't here. So don't start giving me shit because I'm spending time with someone who actually takes an interest in my life."
Maria stands in the hallway, dumbstruck. "Firstly Blaine, I would thank you to not ever take that tone with me. Secondly, for some reason you keep having these outbursts and saying the most incredibly hurtful things to me. I want you to go to your room and spend some time thinking about your attitude and then we'll talk later. Oh, and thirdly," Maria continues, stopping her son as he heads for the stairs, "I only asked about Kurt because I have to question what would make your teacher want to leave his vest on the staircase."
Snatching the black garment from his mom's hands, Blaine runs upstairs and into his room, slamming the door shut.