A/N: So... this another smutty one. Teehee. And like I said, these aren't supposed to go in chronological order, so this one is actually set earlier in their relationship than the other two. So get ready to join Kurt and Blaine (ha, I wish) for a little first handjob fun!

Kurt's hand was resting on Blaine's knee.

They were making out on Kurt's living room couch, sitting side by side and just starting to get into it after a night of sweet, chaste kisses and innocent fun. Well, mostly innocent. It wasn't a total coincidence that they had decided to hang out at Kurt's house on a night that it just so happened to be empty.

To be fair, they had been very well-behaved up until this point. They had cooked dinner together (well, Kurt had cooked - Blaine had knocked things over until Kurt gently suggested that he be in charge of setting the table), started a game of Scrabble, then gotten distracted when Blaine started humming "A Part of Your World" and ended up snuggled in front of the TV watching The Little Mermaid and singing along. But once the credits had started rolling, Kurt had lifted his head from its place on Blaine's shoulder and started pressing soft kisses to his boyfriend's neck. In Kurt's opinion, at least, the time for not-so-innocent fun had arrived.

Blaine seemed happy enough to oblige, smiling as he turned to meet Kurt's lips with a kiss. "Would now be the wrong time to wow you with my personal rendition of 'Kiss the Girl?'" he mumbled teasingly against Kurt's mouth. "It's called 'Kiss the Boy.'"

"The boy would prefer that you just shut up and kiss him," Kurt replied, sliding his tongue into Blaine's mouth and deepening the kiss. He didn't think he would ever get over how fun it was to kiss Blaine, or how deliciously soft and full Blaine's lips felt against his own.

Blaine chuckled but did as he was told, scooting closer to Kurt and bringing his hand up to rest on the back of his boyfriend's neck, his thumb brushing over the scar Kurt had there. They sat like this for a while, simply enjoying each other's mouths, a well-practiced routine that still never seemed to grow old. By the time Kurt's hand fell to Blaine's knee, the mood had changed slightly - a soft moan from Kurt, followed by Blaine slipping a hand under Kurt's shirt, and suddenly things felt more heated, more urgent. A familiar ache had begun to develop in Kurt's impossibly tight black pants and Blaine's slightly less tight jeans, an ache that, in past situations, they had been too hesitant to address. However, it seemed that that was all about to change, at least if the hand on Blaine's knee had anything to do with it.

And in fact, the hand was no longer on Blaine's knee, but traveling slowly up his thigh, the touch burning straight through to his skin. Blaine wondered if the pace was meant to be cautious or teasing, or perhaps a bit of both. Did Kurt even realize what his gesture was implying? Maybe it was meant to be completely innocent - maybe he just felt like touching Blaine's leg. Maybe Blaine was just a horny bastard who needed to learn how to control himself around his impossibly gorgeous boyfriend. It was just a hand, after all.

Just a hand. Right. Except for now it was just a hand that had very tentatively come to rest on top of Blaine's crotch. Without even realizing what he was doing, Blaine's hand flew to cover Kurt's, pressing it down against his hard-on in a way that dragged a deep groan from his throat. Kurt pulled back in surprise, his hand flying off of Blaine's groin at lightning speed.

Returning to reality, Blaine realized what he had just done and flushed a deep red. "Oh God, Kurt, I'm so sorry," he said immediately. Kurt was staring at him with wide eyes. Blaine felt like the biggest creep ever. "I didn't mean - I guess I lost control for a second. I'm sorry, Kurt, the last thing I want to do is push you." He hung his head in shame.

"Blaine, it's fine. If I recall correctly, it was me who decided to put my hand on your dick," Kurt said bluntly.

It was Blaine's turn to stare with wide eyes.

"You just startled me," Kurt explained. "But it's nothing to be sorry about. Unless -" his face suddenly fell "- unless you'd rather I didn't touch you like that."

Blaine laughed at the sheer absurdity of that statement. "No. No, believe me, I have absolutely no problem with you touching me like that."

Kurt smiled coyly. "So can I do it again?"

He took Blaine's strangled whimper as a yes and, displaying much more confidence than he actually felt, replaced his hand on Blaine's bulge. Blaine gasped sharply and crashed his lips against Kurt's, trying desperately to resist the urge to thrust up into Kurt's hand.

"Is that okay?" Kurt murmured, squeezing experimentally.

"God yes," Blaine said, panting. This was torture - sweet, sweet torture.

Kurt began applying more pressure, palming Blaine through the fabric of his jeans and feeling satisfied by how hard he already was. He was nervous, sure, but it was completely exhilirating to know he could get Blaine to react like this. And boy, was Blaine reacting. He was whimpering and clutching at Kurt's shirt and arching his hips (which now seemed to be acting of their own accord) into Kurt's touch, positively begging for more.

Kurt obliged, popping the button of Blaine's jeans and easing the zipper down. "Oh my God," Blaine breathed when he realized that was where this was headed. They weren't even kissing anymore - Blaine's forehead had fallen to Kurt's shoulder, his breathing heavy, and Kurt was now completely focused on the task at hand (or, rather, in hand).

He boldly reached into Blaine's boxers and closed his hand around Blaine, pulling him out. It felt strangely good to have another boy's dick in his hand, especially when that boy was Blaine. Blaine, who was now whining and biting at Kurt's collarbone. "Fuck, Kurt, please move your hand," he said hoarsely.

Kurt did as he was asked, stroking tentatively at first, then more firmly as he listened to the way Blaine was responding. Kurt occasionally heard his own name between strings of curses and half-formed words - "Fuck Kurt ohmygod so g- ahhh FUCK" - and so on. Blaine's breath was hot against Kurt's shoulder and his fingers were digging into Kurt's hips, but somehow Kurt found that he didn't care at all because he was positively drunk on the idea of being able to do this to Blaine.

He tried to vary up his strokes a little, swiping his thumb over the head of Blaine's penis and then twisting his hand on his way down to fondle Blaine's balls. At this, Blaine flung his head back and arched up off the couch because this was the best fucking feeling in the world and he could feel the tension mounting in his stomach and he was so so close. Two more strokes and he was coming harder than he ever had in his life, his entire body bursting with pleasure. When it was over, he collapsed back on to the couch in a daze.

"So I think that went well," Kurt said nonchalantly, readjusting Blaine's boxers and grabbing some tissues to clean them up.

"Nghh," was all Blaine could muster in response, and Kurt laughed.

"You laugh now, but just wait until I get my hands on you," Blaine growled.

And not ten minutes later, it was Blaine who was laughing.

A/N: Hope you liked it :). Oh, and if you've never seen the video of Darren Criss singing "A Part of Your World," look it up. Now.