A/N: Oh come on, it's Chapter 69, what did you expect? Haha, I'm so mature. They don't actually 69, I'm not there yet. XD So this chapter is a little weird. It started out as a joke about three months ago, then I wrote it a little more seriously, then someone else manhandled it and wrote it, and then one of my other mates wrote it, and then I finished it. So there's a whole range of styles and stuff, so be prepared.

Edit: Blaine's tongue does not have hands :P Thank you 'kay' for pointing that out XD

Rating: Well, it's smut so... don't read it if you don't want to :)

Blaine woke up with a moan, sweating and panting with his sheets tangled about his legs.

Fuck.

That dream…

Blaine shook his head, his breath slowly calming down as he lay there, completely aroused by Kurt.
Well…not Kurt. Not exactly. It was Dream-Kurt.

And dream-Kurt was constantly horny and only wanted Blaine.

Fuck. No Blaine. You are dapper. You will not pressure your boy into doing anything.

Blaine shook his head once more, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and realising he'd have to shower and change his sheets before his roommate got up.

Thank god David was a heavy sleeper.

^.^

Kurt seemed to be having the same problem in his own room. He couldn't get Blaine out of his head. The boys' arms, his hair, the way his shirt clung tight to his chest and stretched over the muscles, taunting Kurt, his mouth, his jawline and his eyebrows. The way his pants sat dangerously low on his hips if he danced too much without a belt. The way his knees bent when he hit notes that almost fell out of his range….

Kurt had to stop. This would lead nowhere good. He had to get up and start his facial regime and he did not have the time to sort out his growing arousal.

But god, Blaine was sexy. And he wanted to do so much with him…

…but then again, not, at the same time.

He was scared – he supposed it was natural, but he could trust Blaine. Couldn't he?

Well duh. They'd been dating for a year and Blaine hadn't made a single move.

Wait…

Did that mean Blaine didn't want to go further? Maybe he wasn't moving forward because he didn't want to…maybe it had nothing to do with Kurt. What if Blaine was repulsed by Kurt – what if the only reason he stuck around was to not hurt Kurt's feelings?

Kurt shook his head, rolling off the bed and stumbling towards his shower.

He should learn to stop overthinking things.

It killed the mood quickly.

^.^

Kurt didn't understand why things fell into place sometimes. Most of the time, he didn't want to understand, and just rolled with it. It was easier that way.

So he found himself, practically playing the part of Blaine's conjoined twin as they stared at the TV, a rerun of Friends playing. They sat close – so close that there was no space between them, just a mess of arms and legs twined together. Nobody was home – Finn was at Puck's, and there was some act of fate that Burt and Carole's shifts overlapped – nobody would be home until late.

Of course, they weren't really concentrating on Friends. Kurt could feel Blaine's eyes occasionally flick to him, his eyes roaming his body.

During the day, Kurt had convinced himself that the thoughts he had this morning had been ridiculous. Of course Blaine wanted him. Kurt knew that Blaine wanted him. Of course Blaine wasn't repulsed by him. He could see it every single time Blaine looked at him – he just chose to ignore it. Forget it and act innocent, because that was scary, and Kurt needed to deal with the safe for now.

But tonight was Kurt's chance to really test it out.

Was he ready?

Kurt wasn't sure. But he could always stop.

That was one of the things that fell into his safe little comfort zone corner – it was one of the things that made it easy for Kurt to experiment.

The episode ended and Kurt deemed it a perfect time to start said experiment.

He looked over at Blaine, who was completely at ease, gazing at the TV with a slightly bored expression. His eyes flicked to Kurt, immediately brightening.

"Hi."

Kurt smiled, and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss to Blaine's neck in response. Blaine's head tipped back slightly, allowing Kurt more access. Kurt continued to kiss Blaine, creating a small trail from the bottom of Blaine's ear, to the top of his collarbone.

"I love you…" Blaine mumbled hazily, his eyes closed.

"I love you too." Kurt shifted, flinging one leg over Blaine's hips and effectively straddling him.

Blaine's eyes widened with a small swallow, and Kurt leaned down to kiss his Adam's apple as it bobbed gently.

He had no idea where this sudden boldness came from, but he liked it. Blaine let out the tiniest of moans and captured Kurt's lips in a kiss. Kurt's hands moved to his hair, pulling on his curls gently as one hand braced himself against the couch. Blaine shifted slightly, bucking his hips just enough for Kurt to feel how hard Blaine was.

Kurt stiffened, only then realising how hard he was. It was getting a bit much. He pulled away from Blaine's lips and Blaine immediately recoiled, pressing himself into the couch, rather than into Kurt.

"I'm sorry!" Blaine immediately hissed.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

"I don't know…I did something wrong…" Blaine was freaking out. "I'm sorry."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, and with renewed confidence, he leant forward and sucked Blaine's lower lip back into his mouth. Blaine let out what sounded like a relieved sigh against Kurt's mouth, his eyes closing as he kissed back. Kurt let back a little, trying to urge Blaine to take control. He honestly didn't know what he was doing, and looked to his boyfriend for guidance.

Blaine noticed his hesitance and took it for uncertainty, trying to hold back until they weren't kissing anymore.

"You can…" Kurt placed a gentle peck to Blaine's lips. "…We can do things."

Blaine's eyes seemed to grow very wide, and he stared at Kurt with a hint of disbelief.

"We can?"

Kurt nodded, and Blaine leaned forward, suddenly pushing Kurt back and manoeuvring him around so he was almost lying down along the couch. He nipped and sucked at Kurt's neck, attacking it with his mouth, making Kurt's eyes flutter closed. Blaine pushed at Kurt's chest until he was lying down properly, his hands clutching at Blaine's curly locks.

Their position had been reversed as Blaine clambered on top of Kurt, none too elegantly, and pressed their erections hard against each other, earning a gasp from the lower boy. Blaine gave Kurt time to protest, glancing at him carefully before attacking his neck again.

Kurt's eyes were closed, his breath quickening.

Hands at the hem of Kurt's shirt made his eyes snap open, his body going rigid. Blaine noticed, his hands stilling.

"Is this…okay?" Blaine breathed, tentatively toying with the fabric.

Kurt let out a breath of air, his confidence restored. Blaine initiated this. Blaine wanted this – wanted him. Kurt nodded, and Blaine pulled him up, resting their foreheads together and staring into his eyes.

"You want me to stop…" Blaine pecked his lips quickly, regarding him with complete seriousness. "And I will. I won't think any less of you. Not ever."

Kurt's suspicions that his boyfriend was perfect and could also read his mind were confirmed. He simply nodded and Blaine just kissed him, lowering him back onto the couch. The trail of kisses went down his neck to his collarbone, sucking on a small purple mark that Blaine had made earlier. Blaine kissed onto Kurt's shirt, which tasted a bit like fabric softener.

At the base of his shirt, Blaine bit at it and dragged it up slightly, attacking Kurt's stomach as soon as his milky white skin was revealed. Kurt let out a short little gasp as Blaine inched his shirt up with his nose, his curly hair tickling him.

Kurt had his eyes half-closed, breathing unevenly. Blaine shifted a bit, pulling Kurt's shirt up fully and over his head. Still sitting on his hips, Blaine took in the wonder of the boy he sat on.

His stomach was taught against his abs, which weren't as defined as his own, but looked perfect on him.

Blaine's relentless gaze was making Kurt feel self-conscious. He wrapped both arms around his middle, sitting up to kiss Blaine.

"Hey, no. I wanna see." Blaine whispered, wrestling Kurt's arms away.

Kurt shook his head, trying to distract Blaine with more kisses. Blaine pulled away, finally understanding, and pulled his own shirt off quickly.

Now Kurt could understand the staring.

"You are beautiful." Blaine whispered, placing a kiss on the left side of Kurt's chest. "There's no need to hide from me."

With a shaky breath, Kurt removed his arms from his torso, placing them on Blaine's chest.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, pulling him close and kissing his neck. Kurt started memorising – every curve, bump and feeling of Blaine's stomach against his own. He wanted to remember it forever and keep it stored for later. Kurt's fingers traced small patterns onto Blaine's flesh before tentatively outlining his abs.

Blaine smirked against the countless hickeys on Kurt's neck, most of which would fade by the time Blaine had to leave.

Suddenly Kurt slipped down and gently ran his tongue from the hemline of Blaine's pants to his collarbone. Blaine let out an involuntary shiver, his breathing hitching. Kurt gave him a sheepish smile, his cheeks colouring, but Blaine just laughed at him gently and pushed him back down to the couch.

Ever so slightly, Blaine pushed down, grinding against the bulge in Kurt's pants. Kurt's eyes shot open, releasing a strangled moan at the same time.

"Wow…" Kurt muttered, grabbing onto Blaine's arm as he started pushing down harder, planting little kisses onto Kurt's chest.

"Is this…" Blaine swallowed hard as he pushed down a little harder. "New…to you? Completely?"

A blush swarmed up Kurt's chest and he fleetingly thought about lying.

"Yeah." He breathed, pushing his hips up ever so slightly.

Blaine let out a small moan, beaming down at Kurt. "I'm honoured to be your first."

Kurt froze a little, making a confused frown appear on Blaine's face. Kurt didn't even know why he freaked out. This was good. This was fun. Hell, this was even comfortable. It was the way Blaine said it, so casually, as if it was nothing. Blaine's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he just realised what he said.

"Oh. Kurt…I didn't mean just sex." Kurt flushed even further down his chest. "I meant just…being your boyfriend and…even this." Blaine quirked a smile and pushed himself down over Kurt again.

"Ohh..." Kurt half moaned, feeling much better about the whole situation.

Blaine rested both hands on Kurt's firm chest, lightly grazing them down to his pants.

"May I…?" Blaine's fingers lingered on his belt buckle and Kurt glanced down, biting his lower lip.

Kurt was having mixed emotions – his previous confidence had left the room without saying goodbye or sending a replacement. There was something that made him hesitate. Kurt had read the stories, he'd seen the movies. Once you have sex, your innocence goes away. Once you have sex, you turn into a sex-crazed whore.

Okay. Maybe Kurt was exaggerating. But it was what it seemed like. Well, the innocence part, at least.

Plus, he was scared.

"Hey…" Blaine's eyebrows were knitted in concern, supporting himself on his knees. "Just say the word and I'll stop."

Kurt shook his head with a small smile, finally making up his mind. "I want to. Please."

Blaine smiled slightly at the formality; his hands expertly pulling at Kurt's belt buckle in such a way that made Kurt not want to know how many times he'd done that to someone. When it came loose, he undid the button and slid the zipper down.

Kurt sat up hastily.

"Okay, okay….hold on." Blaine obediently stopped, changing his grip to Kurt's hips, just watching him.

Kurt's eyes were wide and slightly more dilated than normal, his breathing sharp and quick as he tried to ignore the throbbing in his pants. The zipper coming down had lessened the pain slightly, but it was still driving him rather insane.

"Sometimes…" Blaine kissed Kurt gently on the lips. "When there's hype to do something – like a rollercoaster, or a really cold swimming pool, or a driving test…you have so many expectations for this thing…." Blaine swallowed, inhaling sharply as his dark eyes roamed Kurt's pale chest, frowning slightly in thought. "…that you get scared and you don't want to do it. But then you have that annoying friend who forces you to do it." Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's erection through his jeans, which made Kurt squirm and moan. "And it turns out to be the best thing ever."

Blaine didn't move his hand and Kurt smiled slightly and nodded. "Yeah." He let out breathlessly.

Blaine palmed Kurt through his jeans gently, loving the way Kurt jerked and moaned, his hips bucking up into Blaine's hand.

"More." Kurt breathed, biting his lower lip. His chest was the same colour as his face – flushed bright red, but his eyes were alight and he had a small smile on his face. "Please…"

Blaine ground his teeth together, swallowing hard as he slid Kurt's jeans down his thighs.

"I would…" now Blaine started to blush. "I'd…I'd like to give you a-a blowjob. If you'd let me."

Kurt's eyes widened, letting out a rush of air.

Oh wow. Oh dear god wow.

Kurt had started this session as a virgin to anything past kissing. And now he was practically naked in front of his boyfriend, who just asked to suck his cock.

What a night.

And suddenly, he couldn't remove the thought from his mind. Blaine's mouth – his mouth around him, sucking and moving his tongue and-

Kurt nodded. "Yes. Please. Yes."

Blaine licked his lips, obviously having the same thoughts, and leant forward, kissing Kurt lovingly and almost hurriedly, before kissing down Kurt's neck. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, making Kurt gasp, before continuing down his stomach, sometimes lingering and biting his flesh, before changing places.

When he got to Kurt's briefs, he looked up at Kurt, his eyes wide with lust. "You sure?"

"God yes." Kurt moaned, his head thrown back onto the couch.

Blaine nosed the briefs down, releasing Kurt's cock from their painful restraints, which made him moan in relief.

But then Blaine just stared. His eyes were hungrily devouring each little detail, and Kurt got cold feet, shifting away.

"Hey!" Blaine placed a hand on his bare hip to still him, his voice low and raspy and really sexy. "Annoying friend, remember? Best thing ever?"

Before Kurt could acknowledge or protest or whatever Kurt had planned to do, Blaine sunk his mouth down over Kurt's cock, and Kurt suddenly forgot how to think. What was air? Kurt didn't know. His mouth widened and he let out a loud moan, his hands flying to Blaine's hair as he slammed his head into the couch beneath him. He tried to buck his hips up, but Blaine's hand was stubbornly keeping him down.

"Holy fuck."

Blaine pulled off for a second, stealing a glance at Kurt, smiling slightly. "You're sexy when you swear."

Blaine's cheeks were flushed, but he returned his attention to Kurt's cock again, licking a stripe up the side and pressing his tongue flat against him, his eyes closing.

Kurt couldn't. Like holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

The feeling was something he'd never imagined possible. It was like heaven and earth combined and settled in his stomach, playing with rainbows and unicorns and other happy things. He was making sounds he wasn't proud of, and he was writhing around like a fish out of water, but at that moment, he really couldn't care because Blaine's mouth was on his cock.

Like holy shit!

And then it was gone. Blaine's mouth was gone. Where did it go? And then Blaine was climbing up his legs, pulling him into a kiss.

"Blaine…" Kurt breathed,

"You taste good." Blaine whispered, and Kurt groaned into his mouth.

"Oh my god Blaine…"

Blaine swallowed hard, kissing Kurt again and breathing heavily into his ear.

"We should go upstairs. Just in case. I trust Finn hasn't gotten over that horrible timing thing…" In a swift movement, Kurt had been tucked back into his pants and his button was done up by Blaine, who then wasted no time in collecting their shirts and helping Kurt up from the couch.

Kurt missed most of the walk to his room, concentrating mostly on Blaine's back, the way his shoulders were tense and slightly pulled back in an effort to grab Kurt's hand. The muscles on his arms, shoulders and back were all taught and perfect, and Kurt had to touch.

Blaine let out a small noise of surprise when Kurt's finger connected with the dip of his spine. His pace seemed to quicken, practically dragging Kurt up the stairs and into his room, where he attacked his mouth with hungry kisses. Blaine leant to kiss at Kurt's chest, sucking the skin and trailing his way down, dropping to his knees and undoing Kurt's pants again, sliding them down.

"You don't waste time." Kurt giggled breathlessly as Blaine pushed him backwards to the bed with a small sort of smile.

When the back of Kurt's knees hit the bed, he sat down and Blaine crawled up to him, kissing the inside of his thigh gently, before sinking down around Kurt's cock again with a small smile.

Kurt was in agonising pleasure, his world meant nothing, everything meant nothing next to the sensation of that marvellously gifted mouth on his ever so ignored . . .

"OH!" Kurt gasped then moaned, the tiny little stars shooting through his vision. Blaine had found a tender vein on the underside of Kurt's member.

Blaine smiled and returned to caressing said vein with his extremely dextrous tongue. If Kurt thought he was a good kisser, he had no idea what his talented tongue was capable of. With Blaine's head bobbing and persistent stroking and caressing, Kurt saw the little stars over and over again, a pressure, building inside him. This was Blaine, the most intimate they'd ever been, and he was magnificent, hungry but magnificent.

"Oh fuck!" Kurt all but yelled, his voice husky.

Blaine lightly scraped his teeth over the shaft, making Kurt's hips buck involuntarily, despite the firm arm that weighted his hips down. Blaine barely scraped his teeth over the newly found vein, gaining more moans of "oh god!".

The pressure building inside of Kurt centred itself, first in his abdomen then travelling lower, the stars still dancing and shooting through his vision.

"Blaine…fuck Blaine…" Kurt moaned, gasped and whispered all at the same time.

Blaine became faster, brushing that vein more insistently and desperately. The stars blurred together, making Kurt's vision a blurred white hot mess and then, Blaine's teeth slightly brushed over the tip and that was it for Kurt. His balls tightened then released, making him moan and mewl in pleasure as Blaine, in one hungry swallow, devoured the evidence, licking him clean.

Kurt lay there, trying to even out his breath and evaluate the overall success of his 'experiment'.

"T'was good…Overall, a good outcome." Kurt mumbled absently and smiled - a smile one wears after a fantastic blowjob.

Blaine moved to lay next to him, curling Kurt into his chest.

"What are you mumbling about?" He asked gently, pressing a kiss to Kurt's temple.

"Oh, nothing. You are perfect by the way." Kurt said tentatively, not sure how to approach the 'after-idle-chit-chat' or so his head called it.

Blaine hugged him close, their bodies pressing together.

"Oh! You're still, I mean it's still..." Kurt's words died on his lips "You're hard." he whispered like it was the biggest secret since the ending of "Wicked".

"Well, after watching you come, who wouldn't be?" He asked, loving the rose pink blush that coloured Kurt's cheeks.

And then Kurt's confidence had died again, and the self-consciousness and awkwardness was back.

"Should I…I mean…do you want me to…?" he didn't know how to ask – he didn't even know what he would do if Blaine said yes.

Blaine watched him with mild amusement as he stuttered and stumbled, stroking his hair gently. "You don't have to."

Kurt swallowed hard. "I want to."

Blaine grinned slightly, and Kurt glanced at him shyly.

"Can you teach me?"

A/N: ^^ Can you tell where different people took over? It gets slightly more wordy and eloquent XD But anyway, I'm not going to go ahead and write any smut for a while now. I'm smutted out. (Honestly, my biggest problem is figuring out how many times I can write having sex without it getting repetitve...)