A/N- Hopefully I haven't frustrated everyone too too much with the slow pace the boys are taking...but don't worry. They'll get there...

On a related and spoilery note, this fic will be bumped up a bit ratings wise, so if you're not formally tracking it, it will be found under M rating soon if you're looking for it.

Anyways, enjoy the chapter, and let me know what you think! Every review makes me happy, yes, but it also helps shape the story. Sometimes they just work their way in. Enjoy!


Tuesday bromance night in the Wilson/Shapiro room was kicking off nicely for the evening. At seven thirty, Flint had slammed his math text shut and stood up, signalling Jeff to do the same. He flicked on the tv and gaming systems that were set into a specially-made bookcase, courtesy of Jeff's grandfather for his birthday two years ago, and flopped down on the floor.

"What dyou want to play?" Jeff asked, flipping through a few of their game cases.

"Um...Fallout?"

Jeff popped the case open and slid the disc in. He settled back after he was sure that the game was loading.

"So, man, what's up with you and Kurt?"

Flint glanced over from navigating the opening menu.

"What do you mean?"

Jeff shrugged casually.

"Nothing specific. Just checking in. I mean like...you guys are all good?"

"Yeah. We're all good."

"Okay. Cool." Jeff slammed his thumb down repeatedly, changing the settings.

Flint glanced over.

"Hey..."

"Yeah?"

"Have you and Allie talked about...sex? Real full on sex." They both coughed out a bit of laughter at the awkward wording.

"Yeah. She's not ready for it. And I want to. Man do I want to. But I get that, and I'm more than okay with waiting...and I think she's kinda right about it all, even though I don't really want to admit it. That and I'm terrified that if I deflowered his daughter, her dad would fly in from Namibia. And when he was done, ship the remaining parts of my body to the four corners of the earth." Jeff gave a goofy grin. Flint knew he wasn't afraid to admit to his best friend that his girlfriend's father scared the sweet merciful crap out of him.

Flint hesitated for a moment before he asked his next question.

"How long were you and Allie going out before you guys got... like...below the belt?" Jeff's eyebrows rose.

"Uh, I think it was like...a month or so? Before she...you know...gave me a hand. Over the clothes. Two for under pants, but not under underpants if you know what I mean, but that didn't last long without progressing." Jeff gestured vaguely towards his lap. "And like...four months before we moved to more...intimate acts." Jeff grinned, rolling his eyes. "Why? Did you and Kurt-"

"No. Not as of yet." Flint replied, sighing a little.

"Yeah? Do you think you guys are ready to?"

Flint paused the game and just flopped back against the couch.

"Oh god, I hope so."

Jeff pushed his controller aside and shifted to look at his friend.

"Things getting a bit heavy for just macking?" Flint nodded.

"But we're both...shy? About that kind of thing. And neither of us has made a move yet."

Jeff screwed up his face a bit in amusement.

"Why don't you just go for it? I mean, Would you really be upset if Kurt decided to get, like, all up on you?"

He grinned back, shaking his head.

"Ugh. I'd probably die happy right there."

"Why would it be any different for Kurt?"

Flint shrugged. He didn't really want so say how he felt. What he was thinking. That he was terrified that Kurt would be...disgusted by him or something. Kurt, who was pretty and masculine and fit all at the same time. While he was just kinda goofy, and clumsy and nowhere near lean.

"I dunno...cause he's hot and awesome, and really sexy when we make out. And I'm...me?"

Jeff punched him in the arm.

"Hey, stoppit. Kurt probably thinks the same thing about you."

"Yeah, but you've said it before...I'm such a dork."

"Yeah, and you are, but I'm your best friend, and Kurt's your boyfriend. I am not the one who is supposed to find you sexy. I find even saying that to be uber weird. But aside from being a dork, you're also awesome."

Flint grinned a little.

"Thanks man."

Jeff rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Stop angsting and just get on it. Before you and Kurt die completely virginal."

Flint looked faintly insulted.

"I am not dying virginal, thanks."

"That's the spirit." Jeff taunted and Flint grabbed his controller.

"Alright emo boy. It's on. Now I have to destroy you and reinforce my reputation of awesomeness."

"It's scene, bitch. Now get ready to get your ass handled in an unenjoyable way."

Flint definitely took a moment to punch Jeff in the arm for that one.


Warbler's movie night had been reinstated, now that midterms were over, and Flint and Kurt had reclaimed their preferred spot on the one couch. Jeff had taken the far side, while Kurt had happily lifted his feet into Flint's lap. He leant against the arm of the couch and enjoyed howFlint's thumb dug wonderfully into the sore muscles of his calf.

But about an hour into the movie, Flint was facing a considerable and uncomfortable problem. He squirmed, trying alleviate the sensation but not disturb Kurt and Jeff.

This was getting unbearable. The feeling had been building and building all day, and if he didn't do something, he was going to explode. His hands were dying to just reach down and...

"What is your problem man!" Jeff finally barked, glaring at him after Flint shifted for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.

"I am so...fecking..." At the frustrated groan, and with his knowledge of Flint's...frustrations, Jeff looked at him and Kurt warily.

"Are you sure you want to share this?" Jeff asked cautiously. Flint shot him a glare.

"Itchy, Jeff! I'm so itchy!" Several of the boys laughed at his desperate declaration. Flint's hands were flexing uncomfortably as he stared at his leg.

"Don't do anything drastic." Jeff warned him, feeling a little bad at the pleading look on his friend's face. "You don't want a repeat of last time."

"That sounds like a story." Kurt declared, looking between the two other boys. Adam piped up from the floor, where he was sitting with a boy who looked faintly similar to him.

"Flint holds an unofficial record at the nurse's office for things stuck in a cast, including a clothes hanger, three pencils at once, and a G.I. Joe."

Kurt looked at his boyfriend with considerable amusement.

"Really?"

Flint sighed and resigned himself to telling Kurt what had happened.

"When I was in eighth grade, I was really short, like, Blaine short."

"Aaaaand I'm right here." Blaine protested, only inspiring amusement from the other boys.

"So, I had this major growth spurt starting in the summer, and all the way through freshman year."

"How major?" Kurt asked, looking intrigued.

"Six and a half inches in about fourteen months." Flint replied. "Needless to say, my body had a hell of a time catching up, and with the combination of stress on my bones, and unbelievable clumsiness, I had three casts in the course of freshman year."

"Two of them overlapped. He had two weeks in a wheelchair cause he broke his arm after he tripped on his crutches, and then couldn't use them anymore." Jeff added.

"He essential got red shirted for his first year on the Warblers, cause even when he wasn't half mummified he couldn't do the choreography without tripping." Adam continued, quickly supplemented by Jeff again.

"And taking out the bottom riser of Warblers."

"We learned very quickly to keep him from the top levels. Less collateral damage." Wes' voice was reminiscent, looking like he was stuck in a horrible flashback.

Kurt looked at Flint with disbelief.

"Step step snap? You couldn't manage it?" Flint shrugged a little, trying to get a word in in his defence, but he was quickly interrupted.

"Timber!" Jeff supplied, raising one hand before letting it fall and smack on the couch cushion. Kurt laughed, and reached out to pat Flint's head sympathetically for a moment, before shooting a devious smirk at the other boys.

"Are there pictures? Please say there are pictures." Jeff, Adam and Nick's mouths all opened, but Flint protested loudly.

"No. No no no! I have burned the copies I was aware of, and anyone who provides Kurt with any will be killed until they are dead."

Kurt knew by now to look immediately to Jeff and Adam.

"Flint's a bit embarrassed by freshman him." They provided.

"Beyond the casts, he also had braces."

"And was really gangly."

"And skinny."

"And shy."

Flint was mumbling something about hate and awful friends into his hands. Kurt pulled them away and smiled at Flint's grumpy expression. He reached out and pushed Flint's hair out of his daily Dalton sweep and into his preferred mess.

"I'm sure you were adorable."


After the showing of Casino Royale, several of the boys declared it necessary to pull out GoldenEye and challenge each other. Flint had smiled at Kurt with his cheesiest, widest grin, and Kurt had just pushed him forwards towards the clutch of other boys. After a moment Blaine ambled over and stopped in front of the couch.

"Can I sit here, or is Flint coming back?"

Kurt waved off his concerns.

"Sit. I think I've probably lost him for the night." Blaine planted himself on the open spot and crossed his legs.

"So I was thinking about going to see the production of Into The Woods at OSU this weekend. Think you might want to come?"

"Oh, I would love a little Sondheim in my life." Kurt pondered for a moment. "Wanna do the Sunday matinee if they have one?"

Blaine nodded.

"I'll look for tickets tonight. Hey, have you got your marks back for chem yet? You were nervous about that presentation..."

Kurt shrugged, taking a moment to observe Blaine carefully. He seemed a bit...distracted maybe?

"We get them tomorrow. Is everything okay Blaine?"

The other boy's attention snapped back and he put on one of the charming smiles that used to make Kurt flutter in the stomach area. Now he just found himself thinking instead of the soft smile Flint always gave him when they split between classes or said good night. It had more than taken the place of Blaine's, if for no other reason than it smacked forcefully of 'mutual' and 'affection' in a way Blaine's didn't.

"Yeah, yeah of course." Blaine waved his hand lazily, and his posture slumped, but Kurt could still recognize lines of slight tension in his jaw and his forearms.

"So, um..." Blaine started up with a whole load of forced casualness. "Dyou know who that guy is with Adam?"

"No...I was wondering, but... no clue. Related maybe?"

Wes, recently defeated by an overly gleeful Thad, took over the other free space on the couch with a disruptive collapse.

"It's his cousin. He's a soph, and it's his birthday, so Adam invited him to hang out. There's gonna be cake in a few too. Which reminds me..." Wes didn't fill them in on what exactly it reminded him of, but he pulled himself out of the seat and slipped out towards the hallway, taking his phone from his pocket as he went.

"Why so curious?" Kurt inquired, lowering his voice considerably.

"No reason." Blaine shrugged, but Kurt nudged him again, an idea percolating.

"You like him?"

"I dunno." Blaine returned, looking as though Kurt had asked him something ridiculous. "I guess he's kind of...cute."

"Blaine! Do you have a crush?" Kurt whispered conspiratorially, leaning to sneak a peak over his shoulder.

"No! I've never even talked to him, and I don't know if he's gay." Blaine was a little flustered, but he tried to smooth it all under his usually calm exterior. "He's just...esthetically pleasing."

Kurt laughed, only to have Blaine shove him half-heartedly towards the arm of the couch.


By the time had Adam disappeared and reappeared with a slightly sloppy looking cake, Kurt's matchmaking gears were already turning. The guy was looking a bit embarrassed, especially when the population of Warblers broke out into a fairly extravagant rendition of "happy birthday." According to the song his name was Devon. He'd have to keep this in mind.

He caught Blaine glancing at him a few more times during their conversations.


"Alright, hour til lights out guys." Wes called over the groans of the Warblers and other collected friends. "And Warblers trying out for solos on Friday shouldn't be whining. Get your sleep and stay in good health." Several of the boys threw each other glances and stood up without saying anything else.

Flint hauled himself up off the floor and hobbled over to the couch, grabbing his crutches.

"Can I walk you back to your room?" He grinned. Kurt unfolded himself and stood slowly.

"Yes please." He wrapped the fingers of his hand softly around Flint's arm.


As they wandered slowly down the hall, Kurt let his fingers rub softly against the smooth skin on the inside of Flint's wrist.

"I'm excited for solo auditions." Kurt said softly, liking the intimate nature of the atmosphere around them right now. Flint caught his eye, and glancing around casually to make sure they were alone, steadied himself and leaned over to press a kiss to Kurt's temple.

"You'll be great. I know it." Kurt smiled.

"Too bad you're not on the council. I could bribe you with favours." Kurt raised a sly eyebrow and Flint laughed.

"Oh yeah? What kind of favours?" Kurt wasn't the only one who could flirt. Not that he had to force it.

To be honest, Kurt's blue-grey cardigan was setting off his eyes tonight and the black lounge pants he had slipped on for the movie made his ass look so good Flint just...wanted to touch. He bit his lip at the thought, and his ears went pink.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Kurt turned to look at him and his brow creased in thought. "What's wrong? Your ears are burning, and not in the "I heard something flattering" way."

Flint ducked his head at Kurt's tease, using his shoulder to rub one of his ears self consciously.

"Nothing really." Kurt fixed him with a glance, tracing back through the evening for something that might have bothered him, while he opened his door.

"You seem a bit...off." Kurt reached up and gently fingered a loose piece of Flint's hair. "Anything I can do? Do you want to talk?" Flint's mouth was a straight line.

"No, I'm okay. Really Kurt. But I guess I should say good night." Flint looked at the half open door, but Kurt could sense the reluctance in his tone. It made him smile and he reached out and pushed it shut.

"Talk your shoes off and stay a while." Kurt said with a false formality. His voice was considerably closer and more intimate as he spoke again. "I want a little alone time with my boyfriend."

His hands reached out and squeezed around Flint's hips for a moment, before he receded back towards the bed with a spring in his step. Flint watched. He couldn't help it. He was starting to understand what Jeff had always said about those fancy black lounge pants, and how he loved when Allie wore them outside of dance class. He wanted to grab Kurt, pull him against his chest hard and...but no. What if Kurt didn't want that? Flint still had no idea where their boundaries were on the physical. He had no idea if just grabbing Kurt's ass would end up with a black eye or a hot make out session. As Kurt turned, he shot his eyes to his feet, focusing on toeing off his shoe by the door and resting his crutches against the wall.

"So...You seriously don't have any pictures of you in freshman year?" Kurt asked, bouncing a little on the bed as he adjusted himself into a more comfortable position.

"No, there are some. Mostly at home. It really wasn't my most attractive period." Flint shrugged, pulling at his tie. He loosened it, but his hand stalled, stopping from really pulling it free. Kurt frowned.

"Aren't you going to stay and relax for a bit?"

Flint stood for a minute, leaning back against the side of Kurt's desk.

"Yeah, I guess." Kurt's head cocked to the side. Flint's arms were crossed over his chest, but unlike usual, his fingers were gripping at the fabric of his sleeves.

"What's on your mind? And don't say nothing, cause I know better than that." Kurt asked softly, leaning his tilted head on his hand.

"Nothing. I mean... Just thinking about what the guys were saying. They can really be jackasses some times."

The attempt to laugh at his own statement failed impressively, and Flint glanced away, mad at himself for showing his weakness.

"Flint. They were all just teasing." Kurt placated, trying to figure out how to approach this.

"I know."

"Then what's wrong? If you don't tell me I can't make you feel better. Isn't that part of my job?"

Flint let out a heavy exhalation, and his arms and shoulders dropped down heavily.

"I dunno. It's teasing, but its not like they made it up. I was skinny and awkward, and I had metal mouth. And I was so shy. Like painfully shy. I never would have asked you out back then."

Flint laughed at himself this time, but the notes behind it were still more embarrassed and irritable than amused. Kurt tried to switch them back to the lighter mood.

"Well, it's good I met you now then."

Flint clearly wasn't buying what Kurt was selling.

"But it's not like I've changed, I'm still that awkward, goofy looking kid. And I've got the cast to prove that I'm still a barely walking accident."

Kurt frowned.

"I don't think that."

"I know..." Flint just seemed to shrug away Kurt's attempt at reassurance. It just made him try a different angle.

"I used to be chubby." Flint looked at the lean frame and angled jaw in front of him, and shook his head.

"No. Thanks for trying, but...no."

Kurt smiled a little.

"I know it's not exactly easy to share stuff like this. I find it especially difficult with someone I want to impress." He shot Flint a heavy look that made him draw his eyebrows together and concentrate on the boy in front of him. "But...I was about thirty pounds heavier and three inches shorter when I started high school. I had totally chubby chipmunk cheeks."

Flint's look was still skeptical.

"No way."

Kurt grabbed his phone off the bedside table and clicked quickly through it, before flashing it to Flint. It showed a rosy, rounder cheeked version of Kurt's face, but with a familiar disdainful glare.

"Okay, fine, but you were just cute! I was ugly."

Kurt thumped his phone down on the bedside table and huffed in exasperation.

"Stop it. I'm sure you're overreacting. Anyways, everyone looks awkward when they're in ninth grade. And who cares? Look at you now. You're tall and strong, and very handsome."

Flint jammed his hands in his pockets. He was such a wuss. Kurt was never going to want him now, not after he'd clearly revealed that he was still as self-conscious and insecure as he had been for his very first kiss at thirteen.

Yet Kurt wasn't pushing him from the room, telling him to stop being a girl, or telling him he wasn't worth all this trouble. He just sat on his bed and looked thoughtful for a minute, legs crossed, one knee bouncing slightly.

"If I tell you what I like about you, will you actually listen? And believe me?"

Flint's mouth opened and shut a few times before he got his answer out.

"I can try. I will try."

"Come here." Kurt beckoned the other boy forward, patting the edge of the bed. He was still having trouble believing that Flint could be so insecure about himself. Couldn't he see what Kurt could?

Flint stepped over cautiously and sat down, clasping his hands loosely between his knees. He was a bit surprised when Kurt stood up and wandered across the room. Next to the desk, he crouched down and untied his shoes, slipping them off carefully and peeling off his socks next. The thick cardigan he'd had on all night slid down his arms, and he laid it carefully in the second drawer of the standing dresser nearby. Flint just watched him, watched the careful movements of his boyfriend's body and the way the limited light in the room highlighted the strong lines of his face.

Shutting the drawer, Kurt padded quietly across the floor in his thin tee and lounge pants. He stopped in front of Flint, breathing deeply for a minute. Secretly, trying not to show Flint that he was struggling to gather his scant courage in the face of what he wanted to do for this boy.

His hands reached out, and the first thing he did was pull Flint's tie free of its knot and out of his collar. It dropped to the floor in a very un-Kurtlike pile, but this wasn't the time really to be obsessively tidy. Kurt reached forwards and undid the collar buttons on his shirt, more to stall for time than for any real purpose.

Because the next move was to the line of buttons down the front of his boyfriend's oxford.

The only sound was the mismatched noise of their breaths as Kurt's fingers carefully slipped each fastening open. Once it was undone, he knelt down on one knee and took Flint's hand, pulling it to rest palm down on his raised leg. As he released the cuff buttons, Flint's fingers flexed lightly against him. Kurt smiled to himself as he took the other hand and undid the sleeve. Standing back up, he used his knee to nudge Flint's legs open wider, letting him stand in between.

He could smell the warm scent that Flint always gave off...very shaving cream and laundry soap and warm, and ridiculously soothing to Kurt. He pushed the shirt back, down off Flint's shoulders, over his arms, until it sloughed off onto the bed. Flint was left in his undershirt and trousers, already having removed his shoes.

"Stand up." Flint stood. Kurt avoided looking him in the eye for a moment, and turned a bit pink at his next words. "Pants and socks. Off. Um. Please." Kurt reached forwards hesitantly, slipping the end of Flint's belt from the loops and pulling it free from the buckle. While he pulled it out slowly, Flint undid the buttons and fly, all while carefully toeing off the sock on his healthy leg. It was purple with little blue dots today.

The belt landed on top of the tie with a slight metallic clunk. Flint could feel his ears lighting up again, the blush spreading over his cheeks and neck as he pushed his trousers over his hips, struggling to free the one injured leg and step out of them.

Thank the sweet merciful he hadn't worn embarrassing boxers today. He had almost gone for the polar bears at a tropic resort theme, complete with sunglasses. Instead he just had dark blue with kelly coloured stripes. Certainly Kurt couldn't find fault in that.

Kurt's eyes only caught on them for a minute, with a thick swallow bobbing his throat, before he looked back up at Flint and stepped in, wrapping his arms around Flint's neck.

Flint was a bit surprised by the affection. It was definitely welcome, but not the direction he was expecting this might go. Could go. Hopefully would. His arms still wrapped tightly around Kurt's waist though, squeezing gently and enjoying the press of the other boy's body, and the shared warmth gathered between them.

"You give really good hugs." Kurt murmured against Flint's neck. They stayed there like that for a few moments, before Kurt pulled away and pressed on Flint's chest to get him to sit back down. In a moment, Kurt was standing between his legs again, his hands resting lightly on Flint's shoulders.

Flint didn't say anything. He was sure his voice would creak awkwardly if he tried to. Instead he just pulled Kurt in a little closer, his hands firm on the back of Kurt's legs. And he let his forehead fall to rest against the soft fabric over Kurt's stomach. The other boy's hands were there right away, stroking his hair and pressing against one side gently, so that Flint's cheek turned in to rest against the warm plane.

"Flint." A slow stroke brought Kurt's hand underneath Flint's chin, lifting it up. Their eyes met and Kurt seemed to stumble for a minute, just smiling at him softly, before he found his words.

"Flint. How you look at me... The things you say to me... The way you touch me? That's what is sexy about you... And believe me, the Rock Hudson good looks and your amazing arms, and your mouth, don't even get me started on that business, are all fantastic perks. But that's not the reason I want to be with you. Including...physically." Kurt had slid his hands down Flint's bare arms slowly, raising goosebumps along the way. Tracing over the back of Flint's hands, where they had fallen on the edge of the bed, he insinuated his own underneath and clasped Flint's fingers tightly. "I like you. All of you. And that includes freshman you, no matter how geeky you might have been. And that includes snitty you, which I've seen a lot more now you've got that cast. And that includes sad you, and angry you, and obnoxious you. Flint. It's just..." Kurt squeezed his hands and leaned forwards, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "It's you."

The next sound out of Kurt's mouth was a very undignified squeak. Flint had pulled him close and pressed him down onto the bed next to him, stretching over to kiss him again.

"Flint!" Kurt's breathy and reproving laugh just made it worse and Flint found himself lacing his fingers into Kurt's and stretching their arms out over Kurt's head. Their chests pressed together as Flint used his free arm to brace himself and not squish Kurt, but his lips kept moving and opening and pressing without pause.

"You are...you are so amazing Kurt. I just-" Flint's hands released as he slid down to kneel on the floor, switching position from where they had been moments ago. His hands rushed down Kurt's chest before flooding back up to cup his face, pressing hot open kisses tempered with soft pecks.

"You make me want to..." Flint seemed to be losing control of his vocabulary at this point, but really he didn't much care. Not when Kurt was shimmying backwards on the bed, shifting sideways a bit and looked at him with firm eyes.

"Show me." And that was really all it took. Flint stood and carefully climbed onto the bed, kneeling in the most comfortable way he could with his cast. The last thing he needed right now was to loose his decreased balance and fall off the bed. Once he was settled, he took a moment to look Kurt over, wondering where the hell he was supposed to start. His hands migrated to Kurt's waist and started lifting his t shirt.

"Off." Kurt seemed to smile at Flint's stunning way with words, and he stole a quick kiss before his face disappeared in the soft cotton. Flint grabbed the shirt as soon as it was off and threw it away, like he was making sure Kurt wouldn't get the chance to put it back on any time soon.

Kurt's smile went wider and there was a spark in his eyes.

"You too." Flint shucked his undershirt eagerly and leaned forwards. Kurt nuzzled into his collarbone, pressing them to lay down on the bed beside each other. He raised a hand up to run gently over Flint's chest. It wasn't ripped or anything, but it was firm and broad with a slight pattern of light hair near the midline. It was delightfully masculine to Kurt.

"I like this...when we're skin on skin." Flint murmured, his hands rubbing firmly over Kurt's shoulder blades. "You're so warm."

"C'mere baby." Kurt's voice was low and breathier than normal, and his hand trailed over Flint's naked chest as they kissed again. He felt a heavy moan through all their points of contact. He thought quickly as to what could of caused it, and grinned when he thought to carefully scratch a fingernail lightly over Flint's ribs. His fingers had caught there a little before Flint had moaned into his mouth. It seemed to produce the same results. Kurt pulled back for a second.

"You like that?" Kurt ask thoughtfully. Flint bit his lips and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."

Flint groaned as Kurt did it again, giggling at discovering the repeatable reaction.

He was just flowing with the hot and affectionate currents in his chest. Kurt raised one knee and hooked it over Flint's good leg. His head ducked and he started exploratory kisses over Flint's shoulders and chest. Flint's hand clutched the back of Kurt's calf, massaging it the way he already knew Kurt liked.

"Tell me what you want. Sweetheart, I want to make you feel good." Flint whispered against Kurt's hair. He could swear he heard Kurt whisper some ridiculous curse against his skin before drawing up level with Flint and using a hand on the back of his head to press their foreheads together.

"I only want what you're willing to offer me. No pressure babe."

Kurt saw the lust blown look in the other boy's eyes and couldn't help hoping that they were about to get over the first major hurdle in their physical relationship. Oh please please please, let him be ready for this. Kurt was absolutely ready to beg for his boyfriend's touch at this point.

Flint's hand rose up Kurt's leg slowly, the both of them not breaking their eye contact. It seemed to stall a little on his thigh, but eventually curved around Kurt's ass. Kurt's hands wrapped around Flint's neck snugly.

"Flint," Kurt shifted back a little into his touch. "I want more if you do."

Flint was sure he was going to pass out before he even got a chance to respond. He took deep breaths of the mingled air between them.

"I do." Flint's squeezed lightly before drawing his hand to his boyfriend's hip, thumb spreading across the plane of Kurt's bone. He broke their gaze for a moment and glanced down. Oh. Wow. He was most certainly turned on by this. He knew it, and the limited clothing meant it was obvious to Kurt. But so was Kurt.

"Are you hard for me?" Flint murmured, afraid to meet his eyes and instead trying the gentle sucking along the line of his neck, like Kurt had done to him in their last makeout session. It had felt amazing, even if it had left a small bruise on Flint's neck, just under the base of his collar. Actually, he had kind of liked the little reminder whenever he caught sight of it in the mirror in the morning.

"Yeah." Kurt breathed into his ear, his teeth tugging lightly. Flint steeled his bravery, strongly supported by the rushing heat over his body, and stared the other boy in the eye.

"Can I touch you?"

"Please." Kurt whined a little, nodding and shifting up the bed closer to him. His foot was curling around Flint's calf, toes gripping for some kind of purchase. Oh... He was allowed to...Kurt...Oh.

Flint pressed several closed mouth kisses to Kurt's lips before he willed himself to move his hand across Kurt's hip and over the prominent arousal.

Kurt's mouth opened in a perfect circle, and rather than a loud exclamation, Flint's touch prompted a quiet "oh." Kurt's eyelashes fluttered down slightly, his eyes becoming more hooded and heavy. It was pretty encouraging.

Flint wasn't really sure what he was doing. The only vaguely logical thought he was coming up with was that at least he knew what he liked as a guy. What the hell would you do with a girl when you had no idea what girls liked?

He went with that limited base of knowledge and rubbed along the line of Kurt's cock, focusing the pressure on the heel of his hand. Kurt hummed slightly, and it struck Flint how in tune it was, for some strange reason. Man, he was even musical during sex.

"Yeah. More." Kurt murmured, one hand going to his forehead to press his bangs out of his face. His cheeks were picking up more pink colour in them and his eyes switched from no focus to watching Flint intensely.

Flint switched his movements, palming more, rubbing his thumb slightly, then curling his fingers around Kurt. The little noises and shifts from his boyfriend were just unbelievably hot, only encouraging him more. Kurt bit his lip and Flint shifted to sooth it with a kiss.

"Is this okay?" Kurt nodded.

"Faster." He let out. Flint moved his hand more firmly and with more focus, feeling the way Kurt's hips pressed up towards the pressure.

"Un...believeable." Kurt whispered. "I don't think..."

"What's wrong?" Flint asked, his eyes wide for a moment.

Kurt shook his hand fervently.

"Nhhgm. No, don't stop. I don't...I don't think I'm going to last very long." Kurt's head pressed back into the sheets as his body keened forwards. "You feel too good. You're so hot. You get me...so...hot." Kurt shut his eyes, trying to hold back, but the combined pressure from Flint's hand and the sudden heat of his lips and tongue killed his willpower, and he let go with a muffled moan.

Flint kept his hand pressed down, stroking his thumb gently as Kurt tried to catch his breath again.

"Well that's...never happened in front of anyone before." Kurt tried to joke, looking at Flint hesitantly.

"That was officially the fucking sexiest thing I've ever seen." Flint declared, kissing the corner of Kurt's mouth. "You have no idea."

"I could. If you let me." Kurt shot back. Did he mean? OH. Flint knew his mouth had fallen open slightly. He snapped it shut and nodded.

"Yes. Always yes. I will always let you do that." Flint laughed and Kurt smirked back at him.

"Lay back. I don't want you to strain yourself while you're injured."

Flint sent him a teasing frown, but shifted around to lay down on his back.

At the first touch of Kurt's hand, Flint felt his eyes almost cross.

When Kurt's thumb slipped into the gap of his boxers and added the slight touch of soft skin to his strokes over the fabric, Flint decided this was the best night ever.


Jeff looked up as Flint closed the door behind him and took in the sight of his roommate. His shirt and pants were on and his one shoe, but with no sock.

The sock in question was instead part of a bundle clenched in his hand, made up of sock, undershirt, belt and school tie.

Jeff grinned widely, knowing that his best friend must have made some significant progress with his boyfriend to arrive back just before lights out looking like that. Especially the stupid grin on his face.

"Bow chica bo-"

"Shut up Jeff."