It was like a drug, or at least what Kurt imagined taking drugs would feel like. All he could think about was Blaine; or more specifically, Blaine's dick.
He thought about it in the shower in the morning before school, in his bed at night when everyone else was asleep, during the drive back from school, all of his last period study hall that he couldn't skip, during lunch when Mercedes and Rachel were discussing who would make a better Maureen, during glee when he was supposed to be listening to Mr. Schue's lesson of the week, when he was doing his homework… He thought about it A LOT.
It made him antsy and excited and a bit short on fuse length when he got home in the afternoons and waited for Finn to leave so he could attack Blaine and get to feel the older boy's dick between his fingers. He fucking DREAMED about it.
When the weekend came Kurt wanted to pull his hair out. His dad and step-mom and step-brother were all around, ALL THE TIME! He couldn't get a minute alone with Blaine, it was making him shake and…
And Kurt hadn't known he could get SO horny.
And not only was he a horny, shaky mess; it had only taken a few days for him to get that way. It was a bit humiliating. Luckily Kurt was sort of too horny and in need of a release from the tension to care.
They were in Finn's room; Kurt having snuck in under the pretense of spending time with his usually absent brother but really there to at least SEE Blaine. Finn and Blaine had convinced Kurt that playing Halo was a good idea (not at all) and the TV was emitting the appropriate death and explosion noises to Kurt's annoyance. If he wanted to hear destruction like this he'd watch the news. Still, it was better than being hold up in his room resisting the urge to curl a hand around his dick in broad daylight and try releasing some of the tension.
He stole a glance at Blaine and felt a spike of anger that the college boy seemed fine, PERFECTLY FINE! He was completely unaffected while Kurt sat their boiling in his hormones and struggling to keep himself from jumping on Blaine despite Finn's presence.
Finn's presence… Finn was… was getting up… "Bathroom." Finn's apologetic voice said as his lumbering PRESENCE stood and went to the door, twisted the knob, pulled, walked out, pulled the door sorta closed behind him.
Kurt broke.
Blaine, who had turned to him and opened his mouth, probably too speak, instead got said open mouth filled with Kurt's desperate tongue as the younger boy threw himself at him.
Kurt's hormones did a victory cheer and charged. Apparently they weren't warring with Kurt's self control, just readying for battle, because now it felt like the Calvary had been let loose and was galloping all over Blaine's body.
He couldn't get enough, couldn't let his hands stay in one place for more than a few second because there was always just another place he wanted to touch and feel and sink into his memory. He wanted this SO much.
In some awesome but horrifying feat of strength Blaine pulled him off and held him at arm's length. "Chill, you're gonna suck my tonsils out at this rate." He said and Kurt didn't even care how desperate it sounded that he whined. He strained forward against Blaine's hold on his upper arms, wanting to kiss him again. It was Sunday, he'd already gone an entire day, plus some hours, without touching Blaine and he hated this interruption.
"Blaine." He moaned and squirmed.
"Kurt…" Blaine shook his head. "Think about where we are. Your brother is about to come back in a minute. This isn't the time. I'll kiss you later, after dinner." He said sternly and that was NOT what Kurt wanted to hear. He thrashed and got an arm free. Blaine caught his wrist. "No, Kurt. Not right now." Blaine sounded older for the first time and that made Kurt stop. He'd known Blaine was older, even dwelled on it a few times. Sometimes it had even FELT like Blaine was older and not just somebody from a different high school. But this was the first time Blaine had SOUNDED older and made Kurt feel like a little kid.
It was the first time he'd scolded him Kurt realized, the first time Blaine had treated him like Kurt was younger than he was.
It hurt.
Kurt retracted his hand and sat back on his side of the room, turned away from Blaine.
"Kurt…" He sounded repentant, like an adult sounded when they realized they'd hurt the child's feelings. It made Kurt sick.
"I'm going back to my room." Kurt said, voice steady and lower than usual, and stood. "I'll see you at dinner."
He passed Finn on the way out, saying he was tired of video games as his excuse, and strode purposefully to his room. He locked the door when he closed it, ignoring the hotness in his eyes.
"Did you guys fight or something?" Finn asked and Blaine tore his eyes away from the still open door Kurt had left through.
Blaine opened his mouth to say no, but… "Yeah." He answered instead. "We did. I made him mad."
Finn nodded. "If you wanna talk to him I suggest later. He needs to cool off when he's mad like that." The tall boy shrugged and sat back down. He picked up his controller. "He'll be mad still, and he stews on stuff like nobody's business, but he does better when you let him get all cold looking again. Makes him feel stronger I think."
Blaine blinked, surprised. "How do you know that?"
Finn shrugged. "I made him really mad once."