I'm not gonna lie, this was really fun to write. Pretty much just awkward first blow job fun with our favorite boys! And wow, I actually think that's all I have to say! Oh, also! Thank you so much for all the positive feedback on the last chapter. It made me feel very warm and fuzzy.

This is the story of one fairly typical Thursday afternoon.

For most people, it was pretty mundane. Rachel fantasized about her Broadway career and marveled at her own talent, Finn played video games with Puck instead of doing his homework, and Tina and Mike went for dim sum with Mike's mom. Sue plotted to destroy Glee club and Wes and David argued over the merits of doing a Katy Perry medley. Kurt and Blaine got coffee at the Lima Bean, split a croissant (Kurt had been daydreaming about Paris again), and chatted about pretty much everything.

It wasn't until they arrived at Kurt's house and found it empty that their afternoon became exactly the opposite of typical.

But before we get into that, there is something you should know about Blaine Anderson.

Namely, that he tasted very, very good.

Sometimes, he tasted like coffee - after a date at the Lima Bean, or when they were up late studying and took a break to make out. Other times, he tasted like mint toothpaste - when Kurt arrived at his house early on a Saturday morning, or during the New Directions sleepover when they had kissed goodnight and fallen asleep in each other's arms for the very first time. And then, of course, there were the times when it wasn't Blaine's lips Kurt was tasting, but his body. Stretched out on Kurt's bed with his shirt thrown aside, his skin warm and taut and sometimes just a little bit salty under Kurt's tongue. He would shiver and sigh as Kurt's lips trailed over his stomach and God sometimes Kurt just wanted to go a bit lower and really taste Blaine.

And it was this very desire that turned a fairly typical Thursday afternoon into a particularly memorable one.

Upon discovering that Kurt's house was empty, the boys had rather quickly made their way up to Kurt's room under the admirable pretense of getting some homework done. Ever the gentleman, Blaine made an adorable show of getting his notebooks out before Kurt ripped the backpack from his hand, shoved him into the desk chair, and straddled him.

And now Kurt's lips were pressing insistently against Blaine's, his arms looped around Blaine's neck, his shirt rucked halfway up his torso. One of Blaine's hands was splayed across his lower back; the other had ventured lower, curving over the perfect swell of Kurt's ass and gripping firmly. Kurt hummed his approval and knotted his fingers more tightly in Blaine's hair, pulling his mouth away from Blaine's to lick along his jaw line. Fucking hell, how was it even possible for a person to taste so good?

He had made it to Blaine's ear now, and his tongue darted out to lick the shell. He just wanted to taste more, more, more...

"I want to give you a blow job," he breathed.

Well, fuck. He certainly hadn't meant to say that out loud.

But he didn't even have time to feel mortified, because Blaine groaned, groaned, and his hips jerked upwards and Jesus Christ, had his cock just twitched against Kurt's thigh?

"Are you serious?" Blaine whispered, his fingers suddenly very tight on Kurt's hips.

Kurt leaned back and looked at Blaine, his face flaming. He nodded jerkily. "If - if it's okay with you."

Blaine swallowed, he visibly swallowed, and oh, okay, Kurt had to actively stop his brain from going down that road.

"Yes," he said, a ragged edge to his voice that Kurt had never heard before. "Yes. I - please, yes."

Kurt nodded, and their eyes remained locked as he slid from Blaine's lap and knelt on the floor between his legs. And oh, fuck, because now Kurt was on his knees in front of his boyfriend and apparently this was actually going to happen. Except for he was suddenly fucking terrified and he had absolutely no idea how to begin.

Blaine was watching him, his eyes wide, and his hands were gripping the arm rests of the desk chair so tightly that his knuckles were white. He was trembling, too, and that's when Kurt realized that Blaine was just as scared as he was, because this was so new and so intimate and neither of them really knew what to expect. But this was Blaine, Blaine who he loved with a ferocity that made his heart ache, and really that was all that mattered because if they could get through Karofsky together they could certainly get through first blow jobs together.

"Are you sure?" Blaine murmured, and yes, Kurt was sure, because Blaine's knuckles were still white and his eyes were still wide but he was worrying about Kurt and that, that right there was why Kurt wanted to do this.

Kurt nodded, and then he smiled, and then he leaned forward and pushed Blaine's t-shirt up, dropping a gentle kiss on his stomach, right below his belly button. It was tender and so very, very sweet and Kurt could have sworn he felt Blaine's body relax beneath him. His mouth moved lower, kissing along the waistband of Blaine's jeans as he reached up to palm him through the denim. Blaine gasped and jerked, and Kurt was hit by a heady rush of desire when he thought about what Blaine might do when his cock was in Kurt's mouth.

With shaking hands he unfastened the button of Blaine's jeans and tugged down his zipper, smiling a little as he heard Blaine sigh in relief. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of Blaine's boxers (might as well get it all off in one go) and looked up expectantly, caught a bit off guard by the vulnerability etched all over Blaine's face. He lifted his hips obediently and Kurt pulled, the jeans and boxers sliding to Blaine's mid-thigh. Kurt's eyes were still trained on Blaine's, and he tried to say a lot of things with them just then - I've got you, trust me, I love you. He hoped Blaine got the message.

And then he dragged his eyes down and, well. That was Blaine's cock. Not that this was the first time he'd seen it - he'd been jerking Blaine off for about a month now - but still. He'd never had a dick in his face before. Or his mouth, for that matter. So, you know, this was new. And just... how, exactly? Were you supposed just put your mouth on it, or your tongue, or were you supposed to touch it first? Fuck. Fucking fuck.

But he couldn't just sit here staring at it for hours, because surely that would make Blaine feel embarrassed and uncomfortable. He had to do something. Okay. This was all supposed to be about tasting, right? And there was a drop of pre-come gathering at the tip of Blaine's cock, so... maybe he could taste that. Yes. Good plan.

Kurt poked his tongue out and leaned forward, licking across the slit and catching the pre-come. It tasted a little weird, sort of bitter, but the feel and flavor of it on his tongue sent a thrill down Kurt's spine because Jesus Christ, this was Blaine. He was tasting Blaine.

And apparently, Blaine liked to be tasted, because he had made a sort of broken whimpering noise the second Kurt's tongue had touched his cock. And then, when Kurt dipped his head again and sucked the tip of Blaine's cock into his mouth, his entire body jolted, so much so that his dick slipped from Kurt's lips.

"Sorry," Blaine said, breathing harshly as he gazed down at Kurt with wide, dark eyes.

But Kurt just shook his head and, taking a deep breath, sank his mouth down on Blaine's cock - not just the tip, but as much as he could fit without gagging. He froze for a moment like that, taking some time to adjust to the stretch of his lips, the weight of Blaine on his tongue. It wasn't every day that you had a mouthful of cock, after all. It would certainly take some getting used to, but on the whole, it wasn't so bad. In fact, he kind of liked it. Did that make him some kind of cockslut? For Blaine, maybe. But that was okay.

Experimentally, almost absentmindedly, he pressed his tongue up and curved it around the underside of Blaine's cock.

"Kurt," Blaine choked out, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "I - please -"

And Kurt understood. Blaine wasn't going to say it, he would never say it - he was too respectful and considerate and generally perfect to ask Kurt to get the fuck on with it. And if Kurt pulled his mouth off right now and said he wasn't ready for this, then Blaine would smile and kiss him and say it was fine and they would spend the rest of the afternoon snuggling and being adorable. But that wasn't going to happen. Because Kurt was going to do this. He wanted to do this.

So it was time to get the fuck on with it. He hollowed his cheeks out and sucked, sliding his mouth up to the tip of Blaine's cock before sinking back down again, swirling his tongue around a bit and making a point of covering his teeth with his lips. And look at that, he was doing it! He was giving a blow job!

Blaine, on the other hand, seemed to be teetering on the brink of coherency. He was making all sorts of fun noises, moans and gasps and "ohmygodKurt"s, and he was clutching the arm rests of the desk chair so hard that Kurt was vaguely concerned that they might snap. But give the guy a break - Kurt's mouth was on his cock.

To repeat: Kurt's MOUTH.

Blaine's cock was in Kurt's mouth.

In case you were wondering.

And oh, it was so nice there, so hot and wet and tight and Jesus, Blaine never wanted to leave. Perhaps he could just spend the rest of his life with Kurt's lips wrapped around him. Yes, that would be lovely. Although it might make it difficult to do other things. Like thinking, for instance. Or breathing.

Hmm.

But never mind that, because now Kurt's hands were exploring, one ghosting up Blaine's calf, the other settling on his thigh. They were delicate, soft, teasing at Blaine's skin, a soothing contrast as Blaine felt his muscles begin to tense, felt the pleasure building inside him, so good but so unbearable at the same time, and -

Oh. Oh shit.

"Kurt," Blaine called hoarsely, hoping to convey a warning. His hands tangled in Kurt's hair, trying to pull him off. "Kurt, stop, I'm going to - "

Kurt reached up and caught Blaine's hands, pulling them out of his hair and lacing their fingers together, holding tight. His eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes, rose to Blaine's and he shook his head ever so slightly.

Holyfuckingshit.

Blaine's back arched forward and his hips twitched upward and he was coming, Jesus Christ he was coming so hard, and it wasn't across his own stomach or on Kurt's hand, it was in Kurt's mouth. He was coming down his boyfriend's fucking throat. Oh God.

And yes, this meant that there was currently jizz shooting into Kurt's mouth. A lot of it. It was sort of overwhelming but he did his best to swallow it and in the end only a small dribble escaped the corner of his mouth, which he thought was pretty good for his first time. Mostly he was just glad that he hadn't gagged or panicked and pulled off at the last second. And now he had the taste of Blaine on his tongue, still kind of weird and bitter but unmistakably Blaine and God, why was that so hot?

Blaine was still limp in the desk chair so Kurt took his time cleaning up, wiping the come off his chin and carefully refastening Blaine's pants. Then he crawled up into Blaine's lap and nuzzled against his cheek.

"Was that okay?" he asked, suddenly anxious even though he thought he knew the answer to that question.

"That was unreal," Blaine replied, turning his face to brush their noses together.

Kurt's smile was radiant. "I'm glad."

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, reaching up to play with the lobe of Kurt's ear.

"I'm great," Kurt said, still smiling.

"You'd tell me if you weren't, right?"

"Of course."

"Okay. Good."

"Blaine?" Kurt said tentatively.

"Yeah?"

"Will you kiss me?"

"Of course," Blaine said, surprised.

"I just thought - I was worried, since my mouth was just, you know - " Kurt mumbled, blushing.

Blaine brought up a hand to cup Kurt's face and shook his head.

"I'll always kiss you," he promised, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Kurt's. The kiss was gentle but firm, his tongue probing ever-so-slightly into Kurt's mouth, his tongue catching the hint of a taste that he suspected was his own come. He moaned just a little at the thought, and they both filed that away as something that should be explored in the future.

For now, there were more pressing matters to address.

"I want - can I try it on you?" Blaine asked shyly, eyes meeting Kurt's.

Kurt blushed and nodded, nodded for far longer than was necessary, and then they were laughing and kissing and Blaine was carrying him over to the bed. Now it was his turn to taste.

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