Early!Klaine smut, title from Adam Lambert's song :D

IMPORTANT!
I'm going away between the 13th and the 23 of July.
You already know the drill- two drabbles per day until the 12th, on which three drabbles will be posted.

Music Again

As it was happening, a zing of worry went through him. Then he realized what was happening.

Blaine's face was a portrait of pleasure, not pain, his mouth stretched into a big 'O' and one breathy moan of Kurt's name escaped his lips. Kurt was too terrified to look down between their bodies to see if it stained his pants.

As soon as it was over- oh god, as soon as Blaine's orgasm stopped- his eyes opened, widening in fear.

"Oh god, Kurt, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- it's just that you- and I couldn't-"

Kurt swallowed. "I- it's okay. I think. I'm just... surprised."

"I totally get it if you wanna go home now or-"

"Can you make me come as well?" asked Kurt abruptly.

Blaine inhaled quickly. "You want me to?"

Kurt forced himself to say exactly what he was thinking, stuttering a little in the process. "Seeing you come because of me is so hot, baby."

"Okay, Kurt, okay. How do you want me to?"

Oh god. How did he want to? "I-I don't know," he muttered.

Blaine stroked his face gently. "What would make you feel good?"

"Um." Kurt pondered it for a moment. "I- I need you to touch me, yes, because I don't think I can come without it and I need you to touch me. But- but not underneath my clothes. I-I'm not ready for that right now."

Blaine smiled reassuringly. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

Kurt nodded, and leaned forward to close the space between their lips. Blaine's hand reached down to cup him through two layers of clothes, and he shivered; it was warm and his touch was everything, so different than his own. They broke apart, and Kurt was panting frantically.

"Can you come like this?" asked Blaine, massaging and kneading him.

"Yes," moaned Kurt. "Want to, so much…"

Blaine kissed him again, with too much tongue and saliva and he couldn't care less. His free hand drew circles over Kurt's hard nipple. "Come for me, baby," he whispered. "Stop thinking, come on, I love you, let go..."

"I love you-" Kurt choked as hot-white pleasure washed all over him, coursing through his frigid body, making him spasm and cling onto Blaine, who kept touching him until he came down, shivering slightly and breathing heavily.

They fell asleep shortly after, cuddled close under the covers, deciding to keep the talking for tomorrow- as well as the showering.