Warning: In case you missed it, the rating has been raised. For a reason. Beware, it is (poorly written) smut.

Shoot to Kill

It was probably the strangest thing that had ever happened to Kurt, and that was saying something. It was strange because while Blaine had him pinned against the wall, his hands fisted in the front of Kurt's button up shirt, Kurt had his hands clutching at the older man's waist and hips and arms and back and really anywhere he could get his hands so that he could get him closer. Closer, instead of pushing him away. Because he had had this conversation in his head about eight times already and had thought he had decided that he wasn't going to get attached.

Not that he was attached to Blaine. Well, except for his lips. And his tongue, which was partaking in a friendly battle in Blaine's mouth at the moment. What was important was that he would not develop feelings for him and... oh god, he was sucking on his neck.

Blaine's lips had left Kurt's with reluctance to move over his jaw and down to his neck, releasing Kurt's shirt to grasp at his hips and push him more flushed against the wall so that he could align their bodies more. And fuck if Kurt wasn't turned on by the turn of events.

When they pulled away, Blaine looked just dazed enough that Kurt wanted to laugh.

"That was... forward of me." Forward? Yea, that's the word for it. Kurt let his head drop against the wall, trying to clear his mind even though Blaine still had a hold of his hips and was rubbing his thumb against his skin under his shirt. It also didn't help that even though their mouths were no longer attached, Kurt could still feel his mouth against his. Yea. He was having trouble clearing his mind.

"I'm going to have to agree with you on that one." Blaine licked his lips and Kurt felt his stomach drop, his eyes watching the movement. Thankfully it seemed that Blaine hadn't noticed that.

"I just... I don't know. I thought you were cute in the coffee shop and then tonight, there was something about you. I'm sorry if that was too forward." The next words that came out Kurt's mouth came without warning or without consulting his brain.

"I don't mind at all." Blaine studied him for a moment, his eyes scanning his face, and he seemed to like whatever he found. With a groan, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kurt's once more.

This kiss was softer, slower, but with no less passion of one right before it. Kurt shuddered as Blaine ran his tongue across his lips, asking for entrance. And as much as Kurt wanted to pull back, to refuse, to put some distance between him and the very warm body that was pressed against his own right now, he let his mouth open. Their tongues met in between, hesitant whereas they had been so urgent before, and Blaine let one of his hands skim up Kurt's side and over his shoulder, pressing lightly against his neck before moving to massage the back of his neck and pull him closer.

Blaine was the first one to pull away, since Kurt wanted nothing more than to sit there and continue to taste him, and he laughed lightly, roughly, before stepping away.

"We should probably uh... not do this on the street." It all came back to Kurt, the reason why he wanted to pull away before. He knew that he didn't want to be kissing Blaine (well, wanted to kiss him but definitely not the best idea) but he couldn't remember why. Now he could. The messenger bag that was weighing on his shoulder told him exactly why. He had a job to do.

"Yea. Do you maybe want to take this somewhere else?" Blaine's eyes widened at the implication and a small smile came over his lips.

"I'd like that." Kurt innocently asked where Blaine's apartment was, knowing that it was closer to the bar than Henry's, and once Blaine verbally confirmed it, they made that their destination.

His apartment was small and apparently he had two roommates who worked until early in the morning so they weren't there to interrupt. Blaine had told him to sit on the couch while he ran to the fridge to grab a few beers. While he was in the other room, Kurt pulled his phone out quickly. He had a new text from Stanley that he deleted without reading and slid his phone back into his pocket, just in time for Blaine to come in and put the beers on the coffee table.

"You can put your bag down Henry, I don't think anyone is going to steal it in here." Kurt laughed, hoping it didn't sound as forced as it was, and put the bag next to his feet. His equipment was in there and he knew that at some point tonight, he needed to be able to get to it quickly.

They sat in silence for a while, neither even touching the beers that sat infront of them, before Kurt said a mental 'screw it' and pulled the other man over to him, attaching his lips to his once more.

While Blaine held on to Kurt's head so that they could keep contact there, Kurt was gripping at Blaine's waist and trying to pull him closer. He pulled a little too hard, their mouths detaching as they fell backwards onto the couch. Kurt's legs were now bent awkwardly under him but one of Blaine's legs was pinned between them and when Kurt tried to sit up, his groin rubbed over Blaine's thigh.

They paused, both of them breathing a little erratically, at the sensation it caused. Blained moved his leg experimentally upwards, eyes widening as Kurt's head fell backwards against the arm of the sofa. Kurt wasn't completely hard but god was he getting there fast.

With a little help of Blaine, they repositioned themselves on the sofa so that Kurt's legs were laid out and they were pressed together. Kurt was the first one to move, lifting his hips so that his cock would press against Blaine's. Not one to be outdone, Blaine rolled his hips against Kurt's and groaned because yea, the friction of their jeans against their cocks was basically delicious.

"Bed. We need to get to the bed." There were no complaints from Kurt and they both moved from the couch, tripping a little as they slid their shoes off. Once in Blaine's bedroom, one that was a little messy but almost in a controlled way, Kurt started to rethink the entire plan.

He did not want to fuck Blaine. Scratch that, he really wanted to fuck Blaine. But he had a job to do. God, his job was a cockblock. His pause in moving towards the bed, a large and very inviting bed, was not missed by Blaine.

"We don't have to do this." Kurt looked up, his eyes scanning over Blaine's face. Blaine Anderson was his target. He was his target and he really should just go into the other room, get his messenger bag and take care of business. But everything he had learned about this guy did not scream that he was a bad person. And not for the first time, Kurt wondered why he had been contracted to do this. Why this person?

But it was the sincerity in Blaine's eyes that made Kurt make up his mind. He really meant it, that they did not have to fall into that bed in what would be termed as a one night stand. He was giving Kurt an out. And all of a sudden, despite knowing that he had a job to do, Kurt didn't want an out. He wanted an in.

"I want you." He meant to say 'I want to', but those weren't the words that came out. But neither paid attention to that as they stepped closer, helping each other out of each article of clothing.

Blaine made sure to kiss and lick and bite at every inch of skin that was revealed as he helped Kurt unbutton his shirt to take it off. Kurt repayed the favor by helping Blaine pull of his shirt, dropping his head to press a trail of kisses from his jaw, down his neck and collarbone to his left nipple, taking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it before pulling away. Blaine had groaned, taking his hand to press Kurt's head closer to his chest and Kurt grinned, moving his head to the other nipple to repeat his minstrations.

"Bed." That was all that was growled from Blaine and they tripped over their feet to get to the bed, pushing the rumpled blanket off as they crawled up.

They were both still wearing their jeans but they quickly fixed that. Kurt leaned forward and fumbled with Blaine's button and zipper, laughing as his hands slipped, before helping him pull them down his hips and then off of his legs entirely. Next was Kurt, but before he could even touch his belt or zipper, Blaine pushed him so that he was lying down.

He moved his hand over the very obvious bulge in Kurt's jeans, palming and squeezing in a way that probably should have been illegal. Kurt's eyes snapped shut as Blaine used one hand to palm at his erection and the other hand to undo his belt and pants. He didn't even want to think about the fact that Blaine could do that with one hand.

After a little shimmy, because those pants weren't coming off without some help, they were both only clad in their underwear. Blaine made a sound, somewhere between a moan and a whimper that kind of made Kurt harder than before, and sank down to mouth at Kurt's cock through the material of his briefs.

"Fuuuuuck." He drew the word out, his hand flying to Blaine's head to hold it there, his fingers tangling in the curls and pulling just hard enough to get the point across. Blaine sent him a smile before reaching one hand in Kurt's briefs and wrapping his hand around his cock.

The next few sounds that came from Kurt weren't words, just sounds. Blaine wasn't even pumping him, just squeezing him. And then... oh, and then his mouth. Okay, that was good. Blaine had lowered his mouth over Kurt's cock without notice, making Kurt's hips lift and thrust into Blaine's mouth. To give the boy credit, he simply pulled back so that he wouldn't choke and kept on, wrapping his hand around the base of Kurt's cock.

There was no warning as Kurt came, just a jerky lift of his hips and a shaking release while Blaine swallowed around him. Once he was done, he moved upwards, pressing his lips against Kurt's hips and stomach, tonguing his navel as he made his way up, nipping at his right nipple before sucking on the skin of his neck. Finally when they were eye to eye again, Blaine leaned down and pressed his lips against Kurt's.

Kurt could taste himself on Blaine's tongue, the slightly bitter taste making his head feel light. He should be embarrassed by how quickly he came, but it had been a hell of a long time since he had gotten head. He had forgotten how good it felt.

Kurt smirked, tucking his leg over Blaine's and flipping them over so that Blaine was pressed into the mattress and Kurt was hovering over him. They continued their kiss while Kurt's hand snuck between them, squeezing at Blaine's cock through his boxers before slipping his hand under the waistband.

"Your turn." His smirk stayed on his lips until he had kissed his way all the way down Blaine's chest, pulling off his underwear as he went down, and slowly took Blaine in his mouth, teasing him as he did so.

"Fuck. Henry." Kurt almost choked on Blaine's cock at that, his eyes widening and shooting up to look at Blaine's face. Of course the older man was little distracted, his head leaning back with his eyes shut tightly, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. And even though he had been thrown off, seeing Blaine like that, he couldn't help but moan around the cock in his mouth.

Blaine's answering moan told Kurt that it was appreciated.

A/N: Yea, just realized that I haven't written anything that sexual in... uhm... well... a year. So. Hah. Awkward turtle. Thank you to my dear friend Daniel who talked me through it when I started to get insecure because yea. Thanks. I'll post a warning at the top of the chapters if there is going to be something more than making out. Like I've said before, I don't have this planned out really, so I don't know. ALSO: How much would it suck to hear the guy you're being intimate with call out someone else's name, no matter if it's a one night stand and it is your alias? Poor Kurt.

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