This is a Klainofsky story (Kurt/Blaine/Karofsky), but it starts as a Blainofsky story. The first four chapters are exclusively Blainofsky and then a Klaine storyline begins to develop. This IS a love story, though at times it may not appear to be. Every chapter contains some form of sexual encounter. This story is NOT for readers with weak stomachs or impressionable minds.

Featured in this story: BDSM, sub/Dom relationships, spanking, snuggling, stalking, dirty talk, sexual violence, crazy/stalker/slut/sub!Blaine, Dom!Dave, (eventually) teddy-bear!Dave.

CHAPTER THREE – PUSH ME PLEASE

Blaine nuzzled Dave's neck and hugged him. "I'm glad you came," he said after a moment.

And after another moment, Dave whispered, "Me too."

Blaine pulled away, hands slipping slowly off Dave's skin as he went, fingertips stealing those last few touches. Dave let him go, and didn't lift his head to look Blaine in the eye. He didn't see Blaine's smile. He didn't see Blaine's euphoric post-orgasm nurturing state kicking in.

Blaine reached for a box of tissues on the end table and grabbed two, cleaning his dick off and handing the other to Dave. While Blaine tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped them up, Dave wiped the cum off his hand.

Blaine stood and looked at himself in the mirror on the wall, and ran his fingers through his sex-rough hair without actually fixing it - without actually wanting to fix it. He straightened his shirt and tie and then glanced down at Dave who had just finished zipping his jeans back up.

"Come on, Babe," Blaine said, walking toward the hall. "Don't just sit there." He hummed Bad Romance to himself as he walked into the kitchen, mind on food now that his other bodily needs had been satisfied.

Dave didn't follow right away, so Blaine added, "It's time for diner." He'd followed Dave long enough to know that food was a good motivator.

He went back to the salad spinner and spun it twice more for good measure before taking the lettuce out and dumping it in a salad bowl. "Daaaave," he called in a sing-song voice. "I'm in the kitchen." He grabbed the knife again and started slicing a tomato.

Blaine heard, rather than saw, Dave walk into the kitchen doorway and stop. He glanced back to see the bigger boy standing there, leaning awkwardly against the doorframe, staring at his feet and looking like he felt completely out of place. It was beyond adorable.

"Salad?" Blaine asked, turning back to the cutting board.

Dave chewed his lip. "Not really a salad person."

Blaine licked tomato juice from his fingers thoughtfully. "No... I guess not," he said, glancing back at Dave for just a moment - taking in his broad muscled body, beautiful even covered in horridly loose-fitting clothes. He bit his lip.

Dave's eyes shot wide and then went to the floor so fast, Blaine almost laughed, but he held it back and just smirked instead. Dave's timidity - his lack of awareness of his own beauty - was endearing in the worst possible way. It made Blaine feel things he didn't normally feel - a desire to teach and protect on top of his usual desire to torment and provoke.

For a moment, Blaine watched Dave, and he felt wicked and joyful and triumphant and tender all at the same time. It was weird, but it was also intoxicating. He put the knife down and went to the fridge, opening it and bending over, putting his ass in the air and hoping vaguely that Dave couldn't see the plug through the seat of his pants. "Lets see..." He ran his eyes over the leftovers. "We've got apple pie... mashed potatoes... green beans... and baked ham."

"Sounds good," Dave said.

Blaine smiled, glad that his face was hidden from Dave's line of vision. He'd been suggesting options, not describing a four course meal. But of course, Dave ate different. He was built different. Blaine felt a thrill at the thought and started grabbing tupperwares out of the fridge. He could feel the blush on his cheeks as he got a plate for Dave.

The best way to a man's heart, Blaine thought to himself, and he piled much more food on the plate than he himself would ever eat in one sitting. He put the plate in the microwave, and set it to reheat.

While the plate rotated in the microwave, Blaine returned to the cutting board and started slicing a cucumber. He glanced back at Dave and then jerked his head toward the kitchen table. "Sit," he ordered gently.

Dave, eyes on the floor, obeyed quietly. For a while the only sounds in the kitchen were the hum of the microwave and the chop of Blaine's knife.

By the time the microwave dinged, Blaine was finished with the cucumber and working on an avocado. Dave started to get up, but Blaine glided around the table, putting a hand on Dave's shoulder to press him gently back down into his seat.

"You're my guest, remember?" Blaine asked, giving Dave a playfully accusatory look. He opened the microwave and pulled out the warm plate.

"Actually, I think intruder is a better word for it," Dave said, chewing his lip.

Blaine stuck a finger in the mashed potatoes to check that they were warmed through. "It's not breaking and entering if I leave the door open for you." He paused briefly, waiting for Dave to glance his way and then sucked the mashed potatoes off his finger.

Dave's cheeks colored and he looked down at the table.

Smirking, Blaine walked back to the table and put the plate in front of Dave. He paused before walking back to the cutting board and bent down behind Dave, sliding his arms around Dave's neck and whispering in his ear, "eat your veggies and you'll get dessert - and trust me, you don't want to miss out on this."

Dave swallowed. "What are you, my mom?"

Blaine smiled and pressed his lips to Dave's neck once, before whispering, "If I was your mom, I might have to spank you for not eating your veggies." Blaine kissed Dave's temple, his cheek, his jaw. Good, God, he smells amazing, Blaine thought. Like laundry detergent and dirt and sweat. He smells like a little boy getting back from play.

In one swift movement, Dave turned, slid a hand through Blaine's hair, and kissed him on the mouth. Blaine smiled into the kiss, chest swelling, and then he let his tongue out to tease Daves lips. Seconds slipped by as they kissed, and when Dave pulled back, Blaine looked him in the eye, soft and loving.

"What?" Dave asked, a blush creeping onto his face.

"That's the first time you've ever kissed me."

"What? No it's not - no we - when we were in my bed..." Dave cleared his throat. "Didn't we?"

"My mouth was full, remember?"

Dave's brow furrowed, trying to remember. "Honestly... it's kind of a blur."

"The only time we've kissed," Blaine said, leaning in close again, hoping for another kiss, "I kissed you and you pushed me into a car." As he said it, he thought vaguely that it might provoke some apology, followed by a nice apology make-out session. Oh, God... making out with Dave...

But Dave's expression darkened just when Blaine expected it to melt - just when Blaine was expecting sweet Dave he got hard Dave.

Blaine tried to read the change in Dave's expression, but Dave looked away and pushed back from the table.

"I should go," Dave said, standing and pulling out of Blaine's grasp.

"What?" Blaine felt his heart race. He was losing his grip on something important and he didn't know how it had happened. He'd so rarely failed to charm that he didn't know what to do. "You just got here." Blaine tried to grab at Dave's shoulders, push him back down, but Dave backed out of his reach. "I made you dinner."

"I know, and it's fucking weird."

Blaine frowned, stepping toward Dave, but Dave wouldn't look at him. "What just happened," Blaine asked. "You were happy a second ago. You kissed me a second ago."

Dave blushed, and Blaine reached out to touch his cheek, but Dave batted the hand away.

"I gotta go." Dave bit his lip and shoved his hands in his pockets.

Blaine watched in horrified astonishment. After an awkward second, Dave nodded and took a step toward the door. Heart racing, Blaine ran to the doorway, grabbing the sides of the frame and barricading it with his body. Not without a fight, he thought. "You have to go through me first," he said. And maybe if we fight, he thought, maybe it'll get him going again.

Dave glanced up at Blaine. He set his jaw, and looked down at the floor. "Cut it out, Blaine."

Blaine stared at Dave, feeling himself heat up, getting closer and closer to the right emotional temperature to do something crazy. Dave wasn't just going to leave. There was no way in hell Blaine was letting that happen.

Finally, Dave exhaled hard and lifted his head, staring hate into Blaine's face. He stalked toward Blaine, looking down at him, eyes dark.

"No," Blaine said, feeling his stomach turn, "I know what you're doing. It won't work on me. You're a coward, you know that?"

Dave paused for a moment and his eyebrows rose slightly before wrinkling back down. "Don't think," Dave said through gritted teeth, "that anything that's happened has changed how I feel about you."

Blaine's stomach felt like he'd just taken a major plunge on a roller-coaster. He panted, chest tight and then shook his head, resolved against Dave's attack. "I don't care if it has or hasn't. I don't care if you hate me, love me, whatever. All I want is your cock and I'm not letting you leave without getting what I want. That was just round one. I'm not finished with you."

If Dave heard or thought anything about what Blaine was saying, his face wasn't registering it. He was gone - nothing but hate was left in his eyes. God, he was good at that, but Blaine knew it was an act. Dave put a hand on Blaine's chest. Blaine's heart thrilled at the familiar touch. Yes, he thought, push me.

Blaine grinned, breathing hard through his nose. Dave pushed. Blaine stumbled backward, but caught himself, knuckles white as he held onto the door frame for dear life.

A strangled whine escaped Dave's throat.

Blaine steadied himself and stood back up, raising his chin. "You're not leaving until you fuck me," Blaine said, eyes hot. He clenched slightly around the plug. He had become so accustomed to it he barely felt it. "I didn't go to all the trouble of prepping myself AND making you food to get back your energy, just to have you go into a gay panic and leave."

Dave blushed at the word "prepping" and took a step back, face softening into slight fear.

"Aren't your parents coming home soon?" Dave asked, voice both angry and scared.

Blaine nodded. "So you're gonna have to get to the 'fucking me' part quick if you wanna do it loud and nasty."

There was a long pause. Each boy stared into the other with hate filled eyes. Blaine couldn't tell if he was winning or losing the argument, but he decided that the fact that Dave hadn't just thrown him out of the way and ran was a good sign.

Then slowly, Dave narrowed his eyes and sneered. "Do two things for me."

"Anything," Blaine said, breathless.

"Get me a fork-" Dave started and Blaine half grinned half blushed, realizing he'd forgotten that earlier. "-and stop acting like we're a couple." Dave huffed a little. "It's fucking weird."

Blaine smiled wider.

Dave grabbed Blaine's jaw. "THAT! Stop doing that."

"Smiling?"

"It's fucking weird."

Blaine bit his lower lip, wanting to smile even more than ever. "I smiled plenty while I was wooing you."

Dave shuttered. "And it was creepy as hell."

Blaine nodded, bowing his head to hide his smirk. After a moment he gathered himself and said, "okay, how should I act?"

Dave sighed and looked around the room. "I don't know. Pissy. Like Kurt."

And once again, Blaine felt like he'd just taken a steep drop on a roller-coaster - his stomach felt like it had fallen out. His mouth fell open and he stared at Dave. Dave smiled meanly, slapped Blaine's non-bruised cheek, then stalked back to the table.

Blaine felt sick. He knew that on some level Dave wanted Kurt. Fuck he'd even encourage the attraction if he got the chance, but he'd never imagined that Dave might've been thinking of Kurt when they were together. Now he was imagining it and it made him want to throw things at walls.

He didn't move from the door for a minute, just stood there, watching Dave sit back down, nose wrinkling in disgust. I'm not second to anyone. Kurt could never give him the things I can, he thought.

He thought about yelling. He thought about kicking Dave out.

"Fork," Dave ordered.

Blaine narrowed his eyes to slits. "Get your own damn fork." Blaine didn't see it but Dave smiled.

"Where are they?"

"It won't kill you to open some drawers to find out." Finally, face impossibly sour, Blaine walked back to the cutting board and picked up his faintly browning avocado.

Kurt can't fuck like I can. Kurt can't let go and be an animal like I can. Kurt's pretty, and he's sweet, but he's not a monster. Blaine's face burned with anger. He knew Kurt could never look Dave's fury in the face and WANT to have it all over him - inside of him - destroying him. Kurt's a child, and I'm...

Blaine cut into the avocado, not looking up as Dave searched the drawers for the silverware. Presumably, Dave found a fork, because he walked back to the table and sat. Blaine heard the sound of the fork scraping on the plate and he wrinkled his nose. Blaine tossed the veggies in on top of his greens and then dropped the avocado chunks on top.

Dave wants me to act like Kurt? How would Kurt act? Cold, aloof, delicate. Blaine didn't feel delicate.

Dave sat and ate thoughtfully. The ham was good.

Blaine carried his salad to the table and dropped it loudly on the far end from Dave's, then he went and got himself dressing and a fork. "I knew you wanted to fuck Kurt," he said, finally, feeling like he was going to go blind with hate.

Dave laughed. LAUGHED.

Blaine smacked the back of Dave's head on his way back to the table, and it just made Dave laugh harder.

Well, at least he's not leaving, a part of Blaine said, and the other part of him, the bigger part, crushed that voice like a ladybug under it's shoe. You want me to act like Kurt? Blaine thought. Fine.

Blaine sat in front of his salad bowl and drizzled dressing over it. They ate in silence. When Dave was finished, he went to the fridge.

Behind a scowl, Blaine watched him move. What the fuck is he doing now? Blaine wondered.

Dave pulled the pie out of the fridge and got a knife out of the drawer. Blaine glared at him, watching him cut a slice and slide it onto his plate.

What would Kurt say? Something bitchy about Dave's food choices. Blaine was about to say something - opened his mouth to do it - and then he got a better idea. A bitchier idea.

Blaine licked the dressing from his lips, watching Dave walk back to the table, and a cruel smile spread across his lips.

"He's not very good you know," Blaine said, making his voice casual.

Dave sat, and picked up his fork from the table, licking a bit of mashed potatoes off the bottom side of it. "Who's not what?" He asked.

"Kurt's not very good," Blaine clarified, and then added, "in bed."

Dave dropped his fork onto the plate and turned finally to look Blaine in the eyes, face stony. Blaine smiled. He'd hit a nerve. Good.

"I mean, he's got the energy, but he doesn't have the experience. He can't suck cock like I can." He took a bite of his salad, eating it primly like Kurt would have.

Dave blinked, staring at Blaine. "You've fucked Kurt?"

Blaine laughed meanly and let his eyes wander away from Dave's face. "All the time. You know fags. Can't keep our hands off each other."

Dave swallowed, and looked down at the table. Blaine glanced back at him. He didn't look angry.

Damn. It's not working. "He does look pretty when he's screaming my name, though," Blaine said, staring at the wall and smiling. "And he's good and tight. Don't you just love fucking virgins? I should thank you really, for sending him running right into my gay, open arms. You should've seen the nasty things I did to him after you kissed him. He was so disgusted by you he needed someone good and clean and pretty to fuck it away."

Blaine could tell Dave's eyes were wide as he stared down at the table, but he STILL didn't look angry.

Blaine sighed happily and wanted to sigh angrily. "But you know me - insatiable. One guy's never enough."

"Are you done gloating?" Dave asked, voice quiet.

"I don't know," Blaine sighed, his disappointment seeping in this time. "Is it working?"

"I don't know, what am I supposed to be feeling?"

Blaine sighed, finally fully dissatisfied. For a while they were quiet. Blaine ate a few more bites.

"Did you really sleep with Kurt?" Dave asked finally. He hadn't touched his pie.

"No," Blaine said with a sigh. "I thought saying it would make you jealous. Obviously not."

"Actually..." Dave said, cheeks coloring before he'd even made his full confession. "It's kind of hot." He didn't look up from his pie, even for a second.

Blaine smiled brightly at the sudden unexpected change in the conversation. "Really?"

"Shut up," Dave mumbled.

"Okay."

Again they were quiet, and Blaine felt more than ever like gloating, but instead he ate.

"I don't want this anymore," Dave said, finally.

Blaine's heart leaped in his chest, but he ignored it and said, "fine, go. I'm not really feeling it either."

"I meant the pie."

"Oh."

"You want me to go?"

"No."

Another long horrible pause passed, and Blaine scowled out the window. He needed a way to turn things around - to get both of them back on so that the whole visit could end on the right note. I will be damned if I went to all the trouble of getting stretched out and nothing happens.

"So are you..." Blaine started to say, but he stopped.

"What?" Dave asked, looking up.

"I... nothing. Just..." Blaine sighed. "Bitchy, right?"

Dave blinked and then realized what Blaine was asking and blushed. "Yeah, I guess. I dunno."

Blaine nodded, standing from his chair and tugging at his shirt. He walked around behind Dave, licking his lips, and running through what he was going to do in his head.

He adjusted his tie, and then he bent down behind Dave again, sliding his arms around his neck again. "So, you like being treated like shit, huh?" He asked, lips close to Dave's ear.

Dave didn't answer, but Blaine heard his breath deepen just a little.

Blaine ran his lips along the side of Dave's neck, and then bit down hard, eliciting a yelp from Dave's lips. Blaine grabbed Dave's crotch and squeezed just a little too tight. Dave grunted, eyes closed.

After a moment, Blaine pulled his lips back just an inch and then he licked the bite mark delicately before biting again.

Dave groaned and muttered, "fuck."

Blaine squeezed his hand tighter, nuzzling the bite mark. Dave said nothing.

"Here's how this is going to go," Blaine explained, finally, letting go of Dave's buldge and instead of squeezing it he rubbed the palm of his hand over it. "I'm going to treat you like shit, and you're going to take it. Like the little bitch you really are."

Blaine could hear Dave's breath, could feel Dave's cock getting hard. He smiled meanly.

"You can do whatever you want to punish me - chase me, slap me, fuck me - but if you leave another bruise on my face or neck, I will chop off your dick with a pair of kitchen scissors. Okay?"

Dave nodded.

"Good." Blaine slapped Dave's crotch and started to pull away, but before he could, Dave grabbed his arm and yanked him forward. Blaine tumbled and slammed down onto the table, face down, sliding all the way into it until it his stomach hit the edge. He groaned loudly, disoriented by the slam, then Dave slapped his ass hard. Blaine cried out in pain and surprise - loud and echoing through the tiled kitchen.

"Fuck," Blaine muttered as the pain dulled. Then the euphoria started to set in - stupid and crazy. "Fuuuuck," he muttered again, laughing softly.

"Talk about spanking all day... you think I'm not gonna want to?" Dave asked, voice heavy.

Before Blaine could answer, Dave pulled him off the table and bent him over his knee. Dave slapped his ass twice more and Blaine cried out, partly from pain and partly from the pleasure of the plug moving under Dave's hand.

"What is that?" Dave asked.

Blaine's eyes flew open. Can he feel the plug? Before he could say anything, Dave was undoing Blaine's fly and yanking his pants and briefs off. Blaine heard Dave gasp.

"What the fuck IS that?" Dave asked.

Blaine would have answered, but Dave started touching it, wiggling it, and all Blaine could do was moan.

"You little fucking whore. This has been here the whole time we've been talking?" Dave started to pull it out, getting it so the widest part popped out and then shoved it back in, making Blaine gasp. "You naughty little bitch!"

"Punish me," Blaine muttered, skin hot from embarrassment and arousal.

Dave slapped Blaine's bare ass three times, hard - each time Blaine cried out - and then Dave rubbed it gently. Blaine felt his hand move in a circle around the plug, never touching it.

"Fuck yourself with it," Dave ordered, hand sliding down to Blaine's thigh.

Blaine didn't even hesitate. He reached back and started sliding the toy in and out, feeling it stretch him every time the widest part slid over the threshold. Blaine whined.

Suddenly, Dave pushed Blaine up to his feet. Blaine almost toppled over but grabbed the table for support.

"Don't stop," Dave ordered before bending low, gabbing Blaine around the knees, and lifting him up, slinging him over his shoulder so that Blaine's bare butt was high in the air and his legs were restrained by the slacks now hanging around his knees. Blaine's dick, pressed against Dave's shoulder, hard and tight.

Blaine tried to grab on to some part of Dave but from that position there was nothing to steady him. Totally and completely out of his control. There was nothing he could do but hope and trust that Dave wouldn't drop him.

Suddenly, Dave's broad hand slapped Blaine's ass again. "I said, don't stop."

Blaine swallowed hard and reached up, gripping the base of the plug with his finger tips and fucking himself with it. He was painfully aware of the open windows - of the possibility of being seen by a neighbor.

Dave carried Blaine down the hall and up the stairs and as they took the stairs Blaine bounced just a little on Dave's shoulder and the pressure on his cock felt amazing. His eyes squeezed closed and he shoved the toy in and out of himself, trying to imagine what it must've looked like from Dave's perspective.

In the upstairs hall, Dave paused.

"Which one's yours?" He asked.

Blaine tried to orient himself, still sliding the toy in and out - obeying like a good little bitch - and he pointed his foot toward his bedroom door as soon as he could think straight enough to find it.

Dave walked into Blaine's room, closing and locking the door before throwing Blaine down onto his back on the bed. Dave looked around at the room, taking it in. Blaine adjusted on the bed, grunting and panting, completely out of sorts - lost in his own bedroom. Finally, he looked up and saw Dave taking off his t-shirt.

Blaine breathed slow, and reached up to loosen his tie while he kicked his pants off and onto the floor. He tossed his tie on the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt, watching Dave's eyes run over his body. Blaine licked his lips and slowly, slid his shirt off, teasing Dave with his pale skin.

The look Dave was giving him - hungry but not cannibalistic like before - he was in this strange and sweet place between his two sides and Blaine watched it, thinking to himself, He's not thinking about anyone else but me. He's seeing me.

"Turn around," Dave said.

Blaine slowly stood, running a hand down his side and then turned and climbed back on the bed on his hands and knees. Blaine reached back and teased the toy slowly out of his hole, then reached over and set it on the nightstand.

"I'm all done with that," he said in a boyish tone. "Ready for something bigger."

Blaine heard Dave unzip his fly, and he sighed happily at the sound.

"Condoms are in the nightstand," Blaine said, stretching lazily. He heard, but didn't see Dave open the drawer and unwrap a condom, then he slowly lifted his ass higher, glancing at the clock to see how much time they had left before they'd have to be quiet. Plenty, Blaine thought sliding a hand to his cock and stroking it slowly.

Blaine moaned as precum dribbled onto his hand. He spread it over his length with tender fingers, stroking over and over it.

Suddenly, Dave slapped Blaine's ass and Blaine cried out in shock, tensing before relaxing and laughing.

"I couldn't see any hand-prints anymore," Dave explained.

Blaine groaned softly. "Well that certainly won't do."

Dave spanked him again, twice, and Blaine cried out in pain each time until the pain dissolved into euphoria. "Daaaaave," Blaine groaned, squeezing drops of precum onto his hand.

For a moment Dave was silent, and Blaine wondered what he was doing. Then he felt Dave's breath on the left cheek of his ass and his whole body tensed.

"You gonna bitch at me for leaving a mark HERE?" Dave asked.

Blaine's heart raced and he swallowed hard. "No."

"Good." Dave bit down hard on the tender skin of his cheek, and Blaine squealed, back arching in pain.

"Fuck, Dave," Blaine muttered as Dave licked the bite mark and then sucked at it gently.

Dave bit again and again, and every time Blaine yelped in surprise and pain, and in between each bite Dave licked and kissed and sucked.

"Yess..." Blaine hissed. "Don't stop." He felt dizzy with pain and excitement at the prospect of seeing dark love-bites all over his ass every morning in the mirror. He thought about going to school and feeling the pain of them every time he sat. He thought about never being able to forget that Dave was there, and he groaned.

Blaine was dizzy, and his cock was painfully hard as he stroked it so slow, trying not to lose control. He didn't want to stop Dave but he couldn't wait much longer, and he was honestly shocked at Dave's ability to hold out for so long.

"Fuck me," Blaine whispered and Dave pulled back from his fourth hickey.

In an instant, Dave was on his feet, pressing the head of his cock at Blaine's asshole.

Blaine shivered and then muttered, "Fuck me!"

Dave didn't move.

"Goddammit, David, fuck me!" Blaine yelled, but still Dave didn't move. What the hell is taking so long? Blaine wondered, remembering that first night they spent together and that long silent pause before Dave finally went for it.

Realizing that it might be a while before Dave actually pushed in, realizing that he couldn't wait another minute, and realizing that he didn't HAVE to wait another minute, Blaine stood up sandwiching his body between Dave's and the bed.

"Hey," Dave said in a soft voice.

Blaine didn't wait to explain. He turned and grabbed Dave by the arm and pulled him forward, spinning him around and pushing him back onto the bed. Dave was so surprised by the attack that he didn't offer any resistance. He just fell, gasping, onto his back.

The look of surprise on Dave's face was priceless. Blaine grinned, and jumped on top of him, straddling him. Eyes closed, he grabbed Dave's cock and guided it to his hole, pushing down and taking him in. A heavy groaning grunt escaped Blaine's mouth as he pushed down to Dave's base.

"Shit," Dave muttered.

Blaine let go. He put his hands on Dave's chest to steady himself and started to ride up and down. He bounced hard, for a moment, letting his dick slap on Dave's stomach with every drop, then he paused, stretching and breathing.

"Scoot back," he ordered, and Dave, one hand on Blaine's hip, slid backward, farther onto the bed.

Blaine leaned back, putting his hands on the edge of the bed. He felt the pressure against his prostate and groaned before slowly starting to bounce again. His eyes rolled back in his head as he went, and he felt himself getting closer and closer - so fast, too fast.

But he couldn't stop. It felt too good. He felt the moans and wails bubbling up in his throat and he couldn't keep them down - didn't want to keep them down - didn't give a flying fuck how shamelessly indecent he sounded. "Oh, God, that feels fucking amazing," he blurted, riding harder, and then Dave's hand was around Blaine's dick, squeezing and stroking.

"Fuck!" Blaine muttered, feeling the ridge of Dave's head slide over that sweet spot one more time and he came, cum spurting up onto Dave's chest. "Fuck that was fast." His words came out like a groan. How did he get me over the edge so fucking fast?

Blaine dropped one last time, still leaning back, head hanging so he was looking up at the ceiling, and feeling blissful nothingness.

"Dave," he murmured, that smile sneaking back onto his face.

Dave sat up and slid his arms around Blaine's back, slick fingers spreading cum across Blaine's skin.

Blaine leaned forward, putting his forehead on Dave's shoulder and relishing how tender Dave was during and after sex. He felt Dave shifting - felt Dave about to move - and he clinged a little tighter. Dave lifted him up just a little and rolled over, putting Blaine on his back before pulling out and standing, slipping out of Blaine's grasp.

Blaine whined, loud and bratty. "No leaving."

Dave smiled as he pulled off the condom and looked around for a box of tissues. "I don't want to hurt you," he said softy, finally just tossing the condom in the trash without wrapping it up first.

"You could hurt me," Blaine said with a smile, eyeing Dave lazily. "I'd probably be okay with it."

Dave laughed. "Don't feel like it," he said with a shrug.

Blaine sat up and reached out a hand toward Dave, making a grabby motion. "Let me get you then," he murmured. "Return the favor from earlier."

Dave's face broke into a wide grin and he stepped forward without another word. Blaine's hand closed on Dave's cock, stroking it slowly. Dave's lips found Blaine's for only the second time ever, and his hands found Blaine's hips as he gently pushed Blaine backward across the bed, making room for himself to sit.

They sat face to face - cross-legged - and Blaine stroked Dave's cock with a slow and teasing hand, moaning softly into the kiss.

Blaine had never found hand jobs to be all that thrilling, but the look on Dave's face, the way Dave kissed him made him feel like maybe there was something really awesome about receiving a hand job - like maybe he was missing it. There was something about the way Dave kissed him...

Dave's tongue ran tenderly over Blaine's lips without dipping more than the tip inside. Blaine kept letting his own tongue sneak further into Dave's mouth. Dave didn't stop him, but his half of the kiss was chaste and delicate, though his moans of pleasure hinted at a lust he was restraining. Gaaaaaaawd he can kiss... Blaine thought, even as he cursed Dave's restraint - his teasing.

He broke the kiss to lick Dave's lips then his jaw. With a wicked grin, and with his eyes staring into Dave's, Blaine ran his tongue from Dave's chin to his nose and he squeezed hard at Dave's cock as he stroked it.

Dave gasped. They were face to face, staring, and there it was, that dark and open thing in Dave's eyes.

There was something like terror in that look, but it wasn't bad.

Blaine blinked, but didn't look away and neither did Dave.

Gaaaaaaawd, Blaine thought, chills running up his spine, stupid grin still plastered on his face. He wanted to say something filthy, wanted to make Dave beg, but he refrained. Not today. Not yet.

Suddenly, spurred on by a gasp from Dave's lips, Blaine's hand picked up speed. He jerked Dave's cock in quick long strokes. Dave panted and closed his eyes against the ecstasy. Without realizing it, Blaine matched his breath to Dave's, and even moved a little with the rhythm of his hand.

"Blaine," Dave whispered in a hoarse voice. "Fuck, Blaine."

Blaine leaned in toward Dave's ear, possessed suddenly with an uncontrollable desire. "That's right. Blaine," Blaine whispered. "Not Kurt. Not anybody else." Blaine's breath hitched just a little, and he bit delicately at Dave's ear.

"Not anybody else," Dave murmured back. "Blaine."

Blaine's hand pumped faster, going in for the kill. He felt his arm starting to cramp but he was too determined to stop. "Come for me," he whispered, voice hot and angry. "Fucking come for me."

"Fuck," Dave cried out, shuddering violently and twitching under Blaine's hand as cum shot up between them. His breath stopped for a moment, and when, after a pause, he exhaled again, Blaine's name escaped, wrapped in the grunt so that Blaine almost didn't hear it - wasn't really sure what he'd heard.

Blaine slowed his hand, still stroking up and down very slowly, too in love with the feeling of Dave's hard cock against his palm to let go.

Dave inhaled several times, hard, and leaned forward, putting his forehead on Blaine's shoulder. "Blaine," he whispered, and he sounded sad.

Slowly, Blaine let go of Dave's cock, afraid that if he kept teasing he'd hurt him.

Then Dave whispered it again, "Blaine," and it was the most beautiful sound Blaine had ever heard - so impossibly happy. Dave started to laugh, just a little. "Goddammit, Blaine," he muttered.

Blaine laughed softly too, though he wasn't sure at what. "Wha'd I do?"

Dave looked up at him, cheeks pink, teeth clamped gently on his lower lip, and then lowered his eyes, shaking his head.

"What?" Blaine asked, grinning and hoping that he'd get to spend the rest of forever seeing Dave look just like that. Blaine poked Dave's stomach. "Tell me."

Dave reached out and pulled Blaine closer, sliding Blaine up onto his lap, just like he'd done when they were in the living room. He rested his cheek on Blaine's shoulder and nuzzled into his neck, then whispered, "No questions, okay? Just... just, thank you."

Blaine's chest tightened at the way Dave's nose pressed against his neck, tightened at the feeling of Dave's breath on his skin as he spoke.

"I'd ask for what, but it sounds like I'm not allowed to," Blaine whispered back.

Dave nodded.

"So then... I guess... you're welcome." Blaine bit his lower lip. "For whatever."

Dave's fingers moved gently, aimlessly over the skin at Blaine's hip, making Blaine shiver.

"Yeah," Blaine whispered. "For whatever I did right, you're definitely welcome." And, blissful, he listened to Dave's gentle laugh.