They didn't talk about it. Blaine hadn't fallen asleep at all and when Kurt woke up Blaine kissed him and begged to go out, as usual. He didn't want to talk about this; it was too… too much. As they dressed Blaine couldn't stop kissing Kurt, couldn't stop touching him. When Kurt was fully dressed again Blaine just wanted to rip all the boy's clothes off again and pin him to the bed. He didn't even just want to have sex either, he kind of LOVED cuddling with Kurt, it was so calming.
Blaine shook his head. This was not how he was supposed to think of Finn's little brother. He and Kurt had agreed that feelings were not a good idea.
Kurt ran a hand full of mouse through his hair, making his sex hair seem like it was purposeful. Blaine smiled gently at his boy, feelings washing through him.
That weekend Kurt went out with Mercedes both days, coming home only at night when his parents were home and he wasn't tempted to jump Blaine every second. Well, he was still tempted, his distaste at being potentially found out, however, was the stronger feeling.
When he WAS home, Blaine was all over him, touching him surreptitiously whenever they were close enough. On Saturday night, when they were watching the Project Runway marathon, Blaine kept sliding his hand midway up Kurt's thigh and rubbing his thumb against Kurt's inseam. Kurt kept glancing at Blaine out of the corner of his eye, but Blaine never seemed to notice he was doing it.
Monday couldn't have come fast enough, Finn couldn't have left sooner. Kurt came home before Finn left and the ten minutes between Kurt's arrival and Finn's departure were absolute torture. Blaine just wanted to throw his suitemate out the door and lock it behind the tall boy. Then he'd pin Kurt to the door and have his way with him. God, the weekend had been torture, legitimate torture.
When Finn was finally gone, with a dopy wave, Blaine grabbed Kurt and pressed him into the nearest hard surface, claiming the boy's mouth. His boy's mouth.
"Kurt." He moaned, clutching at Kurt's sides desperately. He wanted him SO much, SO SO much.
Kurt moaned right back and they ground against each other hard. When they came it was quick and rough and Blaine's legs gave out. They sunk down to the floor. As he caught his breath Blaine noticed they were in the kitchen and just had 'relations' against Kurt's fridge. Blaine moaned, his dick twitching and trying to get hard again.
It was too soon, but Blaine still needed to touch and kiss the boy next to him. He latched onto a spot low on Kurt's neck. Kurt tasted so good.
"You're frisky today." Kurt laughed and it was like bells.
"Your room, let's go to your room. I've been thinking about blowing you again all weekend." Blaine sucked harder on Kurt's neck, hoping Kurt would agree.
"Okay."
Blaine made Kurt come three times that day and it was glorious. Kurt panted and moaned when Blaine went down on him the first time that day, he practically screamed when Blaine did it again.
In between blowjobs Blaine just kept kissing him, lavishing attention on every available patch of skin. Kurt kind of felt like he was being worshiped, he never wanted it to end.
AN: You guys are great! And, since your all suggesting about the same thing, I figured it was easiest to address that here.
1) The jealousy thing is a TOTALLY great plot device, and maybe down the road it'll make an appearance.
2) Don't forget: it's only been around a month (despite how many chapters there have been), and that time is almost over so I can't fit too much more in there naturally, I WILL try however.
3) Seriously, you guys, I LOVE the love this story's getting. I hope you continue to like it.