As requested, this fic is of the smutty kind- first time… something. It's hardly even frottage, but I still enjoyed it.

Seriously not beta-ed, so please excuse any mistakes.

Ugh, you guys gotta stop being so cute. It melts my heart, and I need the damn thing, to, like, function. I love you so much, darlings.

Numb

Kurt's leg was going numb. He was curled up at Blaine side on the couch in front of the TV, and his leg was going numb. Man, he hated that feeling.

What if he just… wrapped his leg around Blaine's thighs?

Carefully, he lifted his numb leg- dammit, it was bad- and rested it over Blaine's lap with a relieved sigh.

Blaine whimpered.

Kurt frowned at him, confused. "Blaine?"

Blaine's eyes were fixated on the screen, wide and slightly scared. His body was frozen. "Hmm?"

"Is everything okay, baby?" Kurt laid a hand on Blaine's chest.

"Yeah, yeah, why wouldn't it be?" he chirped, voice high-pitched nervous.

Kurt tried to resettle himself in Blaine's lap, moving and re-locating limbs so he could look Blaine in the eye- and then he felt it against his thigh. "Oh."

It was mainly just hard. But its shape and size, oh god, it was huge, and knowing it was Blaine…

"You're…" Kurt gulped.

Blaine nodded.

"But… this movie isn't even remotely…"

"Not… not the movie," Blaine swallowed. Kurt has yet to move his leg away.

"What is it, then?" breathed Kurt. His leg rubbed a little, just the tiniest bit, against Blaine's crotch. He gasped sharply.

"Y…You," muttered Blaine quickly, before he could regret it. "You smelled so good tonight, and you were so close to me, and you kissed my neck and you know how I am about it, and we're all alone…"

Kurt pressed a warm kiss to Blaine's throat. "Can I, maybe… straddle you?" he whispered, face going red.

Blaine nodded frantically, hands grasping at Kurt's shirt as soon as he positioned himself carefully over him. A hand found its way to the front of Blaine's pants, and man, did it feel good. He had a boy on top of him, and one of the said boy's hands on his crotch, and he loved it.

"May I?" asked Kurt in an almost terrified voice. "Not… not under- just… like this, for now?"

"I'd love that," replied Blaine, fingers flexing on Kurt's back.

Kurt's fingers were so long, dammit, they squeezed him and kneaded him and all he could do was bite his lip to keep quiet, because god was he good.

To Kurt, this was a hallucination. He was sitting in his boyfriend's lap and touching his very real dick. Through two layers of clothing, yes, but still- Blaine whimpered high and breathed quickly and it was like there was nothing between them. His blood pumped hot and fast through his veins, and he pressed his wrist to Blaine's (ohmigod) erection, massaging it roughly.

"N-no, stop, stop," he choked out after a second. Kurt stilled. "If you keep doing that, I…"

Kurt inhaled, disoriented. "I'm close, too. You can. That is, if… if you want to."

"I do."

Kurt started going again, but soon Blaine tried to shoo his hand away.

"Wait, wait," he murmured. "Move your hand." Kurt obliged, although he (quite selfishly) really didn't want to. "Come here," whispered Blaine, licking his lips. He pulled Kurt closer, and when their erections bumped into each other, Kurt exhaled something alike a moan.

"Sorry, sorry," he bit his lip.

"It's okay," Blaine was so goddamn close. "You can make noise. I like your noises."

"You want to… move?" Please say yes, god, if you don't I think I might die.

Gripping Kurt's ass, Blaine nodded, leaning upwards to meet Kurt's lips, and they were moving again.

Kurt's muscles hurt with exhaustion of lifting himself and lowering himself back down, but he wouldn't stop. He burnt with need, that feeling of too much yet not enough, kissing his way into Blaine's mouth as they rutted against each other.

Blaine could feel his orgasm getting closer. He couldn't breathe. He felt lightheaded. Suddenly the kiss was cut, and he gasped for air. A single, low almost-growl of Kurt's name left his lips and his hips stuttered up as he came, hard.

Kurt's eyes widened at the sight of Blaine panting, eyes closed, and that most definitely threw him off the edge. He pushed his pulsing dick down, seeking as much friction as he could find, and closed his eyes as well, leaning his forehead against Blaine's. Electricity buzzed through his entire body, and he could hear himself saying something he couldn't understand, and everything was pleasure-white.

A few kisses later and quietly whispered 'I love you's, Kurt opened his eyes to find Blaine looking at him admiringly.

"We should probably go get cleaned," Kurt managed to get out, but his spent body just wanted to stay on the couch with Blaine forever.

"We should probably turn off the TV," giggled Blaine, and yes, the distant sounds of the Tangled soundtrack were still there.

Kurt buried his wide grin in Blaine's shoulder. "I'll never be able to watch that movie with straight face."

Ever wondered what do I think while writing?

There you go! Thoughts while writing today's drabble (because I needed to procrastinate briefly during it, and didn't allow myself tumblr.):

I can't write this.

It's too late goddammit I need to write the fucking thing.

No, that sounds terrible.

Okay let's skip this part and fill it in later.

Oh god how do I fill this in now?

Can't write. Ugh.

This is worse than Fifty Shades of Grey, isn't it?

I suck. And not in the good way.

I'm going to take a shower.

*Eats chocolate and frowns at Word document*

My butt is so numb.