Chapter 21

Kurt final managed to convince Blaine to go home that evening after a lot of goodbye kissing in the hallway - goodbye kissing that began to turn into goodbye grinding before Kurt drew the line and threw him out.

It wasn't until the next day at school that the brunette saw his boyfriend again. He was strolling down the corridor with a definite aim to his walk and that aim was Kurt. "I'm so horny right now, come on let's find an empty class room," Blaine eyes where black with lust as he pulled on the other boy's hand to drag him off the nearest open door, but Kurt had other plans. "Wait, what, no, it's the middle of school Blaine, we have French now." He used their already linked hands to pull Blaine in the direction of their studies but the shorter of the two had other plans. Kurt let out a surprised yelp as Blaine tugged them into the boys' toilet, which was thankfully deserted, and found himself pinned up against the wall next to the door.

"Look Blaine, I'll make you a deal," Kurt began to speak but became distracted when a pair of lips started gentle sucking the skin by his collar. He was about to give in but the school bell in the distance brought him back to his thoughts. "Right, a deal, you can pick, we either do this now and miss French, ooor we can do it another time. But if we do it now, we wont have sex for a week."

Blaine pulled away almost immediately and looked slightly horrified for a moment. "To French?" Kurt asked with a sly grin and Blaine nodded as he let out a sigh.

Blaine, being a man of his word, stuck through the dull French class on the Friday afternoon as he had agreed to Kurt he would. However, that didn't stop him slipping off his boot and stroking up the back of Kurt's leg in front of him with his sock covered toes, nor did it stop his concealing a grin when this action caused the boy to inhale a sharp intake of breath. Several students near them looked around at this and Kurt instantly looked down at his text book, holding his breath as Blaine continued to rub his calf.

"I'm not happy you know," Kurt spoke with an air of disapproval as they walked towards the parking lot. "But this one time, I will forgive you for distracting me in class if you help me set up for the party," he looked over at the shorted boy as they moved to the spaced where Kurt had parked. "Do we still get to have sex?" Blaine asked immediately.

"Yes."
"Do I get to come over tonight?"
"Yes."
"And stay the night?"
"Yes."
"Ok then."

And with that, Blaine pressed Kurt firmly against the side of his car and forced their lips together for the whole student body to witness. The taller boy was momentarily shocked but then he reciprocated the kiss, resting his hands on Blaine's waist because it felt good to kiss his super hot boyfriend and if people didn't want to look, then they could just turn around.

When they parted Kurt bid that he would see him later and watched him stride over to his bike a couple of spaces away. He looked back over before winking in the suggestive way he always did, pulling on his helmet and speeding out of the lot.

When the doorbell rang at around five thirty that night Finn opened the front door. Kurt was just walking out of the kitchen to go up to his room as Blaine uninvitedly pushed passed his stepbrother into the hallway. "Oh, um, hey Blaine," Finn awkwardly greeted the boy who had just completely ignored him. Blaine didn't reply, he simply pressed Kurt against the wall and locked his lips on his, taking the other boy completely by surprise but Kurt fell into it with ease. Finn quietly mumbled something about leaving and did just that, leaving the two of them alone in the hallway.

After a minute they broke apart and Kurt smiled. "Most people greet with a simple 'hello'." Blaine smirked into his neck, "I'm not most people, because most people don't get to sleep with you." He murmured into the skin. "Are your parents in?"

"My stepmom's doing laundry in the back but my dad's out until later," Kurt replied, "so not too loud."

"I can work with that," the other boy murmured before suddenly pulling away and slipping past the brunette up the stairs and out of sight. It took Kurt a second to process that Blaine wasn't in front of him anymore before almost running after him. He glimpsed a leather jacket slip through his bedroom door and moved scrambled after it.

He almost stumbled into his room at his eagerness to follow the boy, only to be faced with an empty room. "Blaine?" he questioned, walking towards his en suite and peering in to see it empty too. Turning around he then cocked his eyebrow as he saw the door to his walk-in-closet slightly ajar. He walked over and yanked back the door to reveal a sniggering Blaine crouching amidst his clothes.

"What are you doing? I though you wanted to be repaid for earlier, not mess up my stuff," Kurt tilted his head to the side both amused at the childlike nature of Blaine's action and annoyed that he was crinkling his clothes. "Oh I do, I was just having a look," the crouched boy replied mischievously as he scanned the hangers around him. His eyes glinted as they fell on a pair of black shorts which were just that – short. Reaching up for them he unhooked the small piece of denim and brought it down to eye level. "Do you have a night time career you're not telling me about?" he asked, holding them up.

Kurt shook his head. "Sorry to disappoint, but no. They were one of my first attempts at fashion design when I tried to make a pair of jeans into shorts. I couldn't get the hem even so they just got shorter and shorter. If you're lucky I might show you just how short they are one day." Kurt didn't really know where the last part had come from but the strangled groan that Blaine reacted which was more than enough to know that he'd said the right thing. "Now, are you going to come out of the closet so we can have sex?" He continued, hands on hips as he looked down at the boy.

"Oh haha," Blaine pushed himself to his feet at a slow pace before making a flying tackle and the boy in front of him sending them both soaring across the room. As Kurt's head hit the bed sheets with a thump and Blaine landed half on top of him, the taller boy took a moment to process what had happened.

"I can walk y'know."

"I know, but I thought I would be quicker."

Before Kurt could reply his mouth was covered by Blaine's. The boy on top rested his hands on the mattress either side of Kurt's head while the one underneath trailed his fingers of the skin at the top of Blaine's jeans. As the curly haired boy gently lowered himself down, Kurt parted his legs so he could fit between them and their chests became flush.

As their kissing became more heated and their tongues began to retrace each other's mouths, Kurt ran his fingertips around to the front of Blaine's jeans towards the button. He unhooked the metal from the denim and pulled down the fly before working his hand down to palm the teenager's growing interest. Blaine began to bulge into his hand and he smirked into the kiss – it was still weird to think that he could have that effect on someone.

At that moment, Blaine sat up on top and pulled his t-shirt swiftly over his head before lunging back down and rolling them both over in one movement. With their positions now the opposite of what they were, Blaine tugged Kurt's shirt off his shoulders and tossed it aside. He then drove his hands down the back of the brunette's skinny jeans and guided their straining erections together. They grinded and thrust and continued to kiss as Blaine inched his hands lower to get more grip so he could move harder against his boyfriend.

Kurt moved his mouth down from Blaine's to kiss across the skin of his jaw and suck gently on corner of it under his ear. The curly haired boy took this opportunity to rid the other of his jeans so he was just in his tight gray boxers while Blaine still had his pants on. "Have you got..?" Blaine began but didn't need to say any more as Kurt scrambled off him and opened a drawer in his nightstand. When he got back on the bed Blaine had taken off his own jeans and was waiting for him in almost the same position. He smiled as Kurt straddled him, setting the items he had retrieved next to them on the bed so he could entwine his fingers in Blaine's hair as he nibbled on his lower lip.

"Hey," greeted Blaine playfully as Kurt pulled back slightly to release his lip from his teeth.

"Hey yoursee-ahh", Kurt's reply was interrupted as Blaine moved his hand down the back of the other boy's underwear and sharply thrust one finger in just an inch. The stimulation of this was enough to tell Kurt that he wanted more as he closed his eyes and tried to trust back on it, only to find it had disappeared. He looked up to see what had happened and found Blaine leaning over to apply lube to his fingers. In his eagerness to be with his boyfriend he'd almost forgotten the "mechanics" of the situation, almost. Kurt pulled off his boxer so that he was naked astride Blaine and waited for the other boy. When the shorter of the two was satisfied, he wasted no time in relieving himself of his own underwear with his clean hand before Kurt bent his body down to kiss him while he skimmed he hands down his ass, flicking over the hole as he passed. This elected groans from the boy above and on the fourth pass he dipped his finger in slightly. The immediate thrust back from Kurt told him that he was doing something right and he continued to sink his finger in deeper.

He groaned quietly at the feeling before Blaine increased the sensation as he added another finger and then a third. As he moved them in and out, Kurt began to thrust back to meet him, his eyes lidded, his hair a mess. Blaine could have watched him like this for hours.

But he didn't have hours. Having had little attention to his aching dick up until now he pulled his fingers swiftly out of Kurt, eliciting an instant whimper of loss. Blaine handed the bottle of half empty lube to Kurt with silent instructions sealed with a short but passionate kiss. Uncapping it, Kurt spread the lubricant onto his palm and across his fingers as Blaine rolled the condom down his now aching cock. Kurt then grasping Blaine's member with his moist hand and rubbed up and down a few times to coat it.

"Come here," Blaine instructed as he shuffled up the bed so that his back was against the headboard. Kurt followed, straddling his hips as Blaine positioned his cock so that the boy above could sink down onto it. Kurt did this at an incredibly slow pace, enjoying the fullness of the large dick inside his walls. "Uhh Blaine", he let out the moan he had been trying to retain as his ass came in contact with Blaine's thighs. He tilted his head back and raised himself back up, to drop back down again at a quicker pace. The repetition of this action cause the contact of skin and the consistent moans coming from the boy above to become the soundtrack of the bedroom.

As he shut his eyes and concentrated purely on the sense, Blaine griped his hips tightly and hit the little buddle which caused him to bite his lip to stop himself from yelling. After this, every thrust Blaine made and Kurt met had contact with his prostate. He ran his hands through Blaine's hair and bent down to kiss him, all tongue and teeth. As he pulled away, Blaine wrapped his hand around Kurt's unattended cock which had been standing at his stomach. A few strokes of this was all he needed to send him over the edge, leaning down to chant Blaine's name into his shoulder in the hope of masking some of the sound. With Kurt's walls contracting around him Blaine had the final push to bring him over the edge too as he came with one last thrust inside the condom buried in Kurt.

After they had come down from their climactic highs, Kurt rolled off his boyfriend and they binned the condom before snuggling down together under the bed covers.

"We weren't that loud, were we?" Kurt asked looking over.
"I wasn't."
"I know my dad wont be back yet, but we defiantly need to be dressed by the time he is."
"Why? I like being here with you."
"Me too. But my dad already threatened to shoot you once."