#superanderbros

“Hey, Bubbles,” Chandler pokes his head around Blaine’s door, “You coming or what?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Blaine pouts and presses his face a little closer to the window as Kurt does an adorable little fist-pump and kicks a spray of snow up into the air.

“Blaine, the bowling alley is not going to come to us,” a fluffy toy hits him in the back of the head, “Get yo’ cute ass up and outta here.”

Blaine sighs again. “Chandler, he’s so perfect.”

“Okay,” Chandler stomps over, “Let’s see – whoa.”

Blaine groans. “Why can’t we be boyfriends?”

“Because he doesn’t know you!” Chandler kicks his foot up, “Hey, look at my new boots. They’re pretty great, right?”

“Sure,” Blaine props his chin on his hands, “If he just looked at me. Just once...”

“Okay, this is pathetic,” Chandler grabs him by the shoulders and yanks him back, “We’re going to work and that’s final. You need to stop pining over this guy, Blaine!”

Blaine sighs as he puts his shoes on and follows Chandler out to his car, turning to look longingly at the Hudson-Hummel house as the engine rumbles to life.

He’s been Kurt’s next-door neighbour for just over three years, and he’s spent at least two of those years hopelessly in love with someone he’s spoken to about four times. After he’d been attacked for the fourth time at Westerville High within about three months of joining the school his mother had put her foot down and moved them to Lima and Blaine to Dalton.

He’s seen Kurt grow up from a vaguely insecure-looking boy into a man, seen him gain friends and confidence and, without some embarrassment on his part, seen his pants get tighter and tighter and tighter. Now, Kurt is a very attractive young man who looks like the kind of guy Blaine will see in a Hollywood Johnny Depp film in five years and Blaine still looks twelve and still dresses like a grandpa.

“Hey, wake up, we’re here,” Chandler snaps his fingers in front of Blaine’s face, “It’s New Directions Tri-Weekly Bowling Saturday, remember? You get to ogle at his ass as he bowls!”

“I do not,” Blaine protests, “Ogle his ass.”

“Oh, no, sorry,” Chandler pulls up in the staff parking space, “You simply appreciate it. From a distance.”

“Exactly,” Blaine shoulders his bag and steps out, slipping a little on the ice, “Come on, or we’re going to be late.”

“And whose fault is that, huh?” Chandler runs after him, “The answer is yours, Anderson!”

Blaine ignores him, pushing open the front door of the bowling alley. It’s overwarm and he grimaces, tugging at the neck of his shirt. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone for the bowtie after all.

“Anderson, Kiehl! Hurry up!"

“Sorry, Mr. Fredrickson,” Blaine calls, and the alley’s owner storms over. “Kiehl, you’re behind the counter today. Anderson, you’re on table service.”

Blaine freezes up a little. “But – but Mr. Fredrickson –“

“No arguments, kid,” he usher them towards the food counter and hands them an apron each, “It’s that or nothing.”

Blaine sighs as he ties the apron behind his back and follows Chandler to his doom.

**

“Hey, Blaine, take these to table eight?” Chandler shoves the plates into Blaine’s waiting hands, “One hamburger, one plate of fries, one cheeseburger – hold the cheese.”

Blaine frowns. “Isn’t that just –“

“Just go along with it.”

Sighing, Blaine balances the burgers on one arm and holds the fries in the other hand, sliding past the people queuing to give their orders. Scanning the alleys, he identifies table eight and freezes.

“Chandler –“

“Not now, Bubbles!”

“But – I can’t take – I –“

“Anderson, put some pep in your step!” Fredrickson yells, “Get going!”

“Okay,” Blaine takes a breath, “Okay. Oookay. I can do this.”

He forces himself to start walking towards the spread of people taking up table eight, their raucous laughter and shouting becoming more and more oppressive the closer he gets. Half an hour until your shift ends and you can go home. You can do this. “Um,” he swallows, “I, uh, I...”

Slowly, the talk dies down and he swallows again, inhaling deeply. “A – a hamburger, um, some fries and, ah, a cheeseburger but – but hold the cheese?”

“That’s me!” a blonde raises her hand, “Over here!”

“Um, okay,” Blaine hands her the plate and then holds up the hamburger, determinedly not looking around, “A, a hamburger?”

“Me,” a guy with a Mohawk lifts his hand and Blaine sets it down quickly, “And, um, the fries?”

“Just in the middle, thanks,” the Mohawk boy says, and Blaine puts it down and almost runs away.

Chandler gins at him as he returns. “How much do you love me right now, Bubbles?”

“He’s not there,” Blaine sighs, “I don’t know if I’m happy or not.”

“Well, that’s no reason to slack off,” Chandler shoves two more plates of fries and two pizzas at him, “Go on, dumbass.”

“Okay,” Blaine sighs, and rolls his shoulders, balancing the plates on his arms and nimbly avoiding two children chasing each other. This time the table is less nerve-wracking, now he knows Kurt isn’t there, and he manages to smile at the blonde with her cheese-less cheeseburger when he delivers his next set of plates.

“That it?” he asks, leaning his elbows on the counter, and Chandler shakes his head. “Kerry took the stuff for four, so there’s only this left.” He hands Blaine another two pepperoni pizzas and grins, “Hey, you might get lucky, you never know!”

“Shut up,” Blaine spins on one heel to stick his tongue out at Chandler, scrunching up his nose and then frowning when Chandler’s eyes go comically wide and he points enthusiastically.

Turning, his eyes lock on a familiar profile, his face turned sideways as he laughs. Blaine trips over his own feet, the plates flying from his hands as he slams into Kurt. Stumbling upright, he gasps “Oh my god – I’m so sorry –“

“Oh no,” a voice says, “Oh, this was McQueen.”

Blaine’s head snaps up and he feels his stomach flip uncomfortably. “Oh.”

Kurt grimaces at the mess on the front of his shirt and Blaine wants to curl up into a ball and disappear. The girl standing next to him snorts and then covers her mouth. “Oh man, he is going to kill you.”

“I –“ Blaine swallows hard, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you, I – I –“

He can feel his eyes stinging and he swallows hard, trying to gasp out another apology. A brunette from the table rushes up with a handful of napkins and starts dabbing at the tomato sauce. Blaine flounders helplessly, “I can – I’ll get you some water, or, um –“

“Hold on,” Kurt frowns, “Hey, you’re – you’re that guy from next door!”

“Oh, you’re dead now!” the girl laughs,

Blaine panics. And then he runs.

Chandler’s car is locked so he slumps against the door, shaking. He’s screwed it up now, he thinks shakily, of course he spills greasy food all over the one fashion sensitive gay boy in Lima who he might have a chance with. Shaking his head, he buries his face in his hands and tries really, really hard not to cry.

He sits there until his fingers and toes go numb, his face pressed into his knees. He wants to scream and cry and curl up into a ball until he disappears.

“Hey, Bubbles!”

“Hey Chandler,” he mumbles.

“Fredrickson says you can go home, lucky asshole.”

“He hates me. I know he hates me.”

“Oh, Bubbles,” he feels Chandler settle next to him and hopes for a tenuous moment that he might be kind, “He really does. You should have seen his face.”

Blaine feels the lump in his throat get bigger. “But you know, there’s plenty of other fish!” Chandler continues, “I bet he doesn’t hate you that much, anyway. You could probably pay for another shirt!”

“Okay,” Blaine heaves a sigh and rubs his eyes, “I’m gonna go grab my bag and call Coop.”

“Okay!” Chandler chirps, “Have fun!”

Blaine takes the back route into the bowling alley and grabs his bag so he doesn’t have to face anyone. Cooper, unfortunately, is not home, so he pulls on his windbreaker and puts in his earbuds and sets off walking. Home is nearly an hour away and within twenty minutes his shoes are soaked through with snow, which only contributes to his melancholy mood. It’s getting dark and he glances across the street and decides that their side is probably a tiny bit less slushy.

He doesn’t even see the car that hits him.

He takes all of three steps into the road when suddenly his feet leave the ground and his head thumps against something cold. A screech echoes through the night and then his body smacks against the ground and he hears a high squeal, like tyres against a slippery road. The ground is cold and Blaine blinks drowsily and realises his earbuds have fallen out.

“Oh my god, oh my god, did you see that?”

“Did they just – run that guy down?”

“Oh god, is he okay?”

“I don’t think he’s moving.”

“Hey, kid. Hey, wake up! Talk to me!”

“No, don’t shake him! Sweetie, can you hear me? Open your eyes if you can hear me, okay?”

Blaine screws up his face and cracks open one eye, closes it quickly as the street light above them sends a spike of pain through his head. He wants to groan but his whole body hurts, his chest aching and his leg – he tries to shift it and his mind whites out with agony.

“Uh, hold on. I don’t think ankles are supposed to look like that, right?”

Blaine screws up his courage and starts to sit up, his ribs screaming in protest as he does so. Hands come to rest on his shoulders and push him back down. “Hey, hey, hey, buddy, no, don’t do that. Lay still.”

Blaine opens his mouth but all that comes out is a low moan of pain. He slumps back against the ground, his head spinning as the two people have a short but angry conversation above him. The last he remembers is the wail of sirens.

**

Kurt slumps against the windowsill and stares out into the Anderson’s back garden. Usually, by this time, their son is out, playing with his dog or just sitting on the porch swing, reading. Even in the cold, he ventures out, and Kurt had spent a blissful hour watching him heave and strain to make a snowman nearly twice his height (because seriously, dat ass).

But the garden is empty, and he hasn’t seen him – is his name Blaine? He thinks it’s Blaine – in more than a week now.

“Maybe he’s ill,” he says out loud, “Maybe he’s ill in bed with a fever. Maybe he’s moved house. Maybe he’s dead.”

“Dude,” Finn says from the bed, “Morbid, much?”

Kurt sighs. “I just want to tell him – that I didn’t even care about the shirt, it was an ugly shirt, I only wore it to go with the equally as ugly shoes, but I just – his face,” he finishes miserably, “He looked like he was going to cry.”

“Pretty sure he was crying,” Finn turns back to the book which Kurt knows has a porn magazine in the middle, “His face was red as a tomato.”

“Finn.”

“What? Dude, you literally just told me like, five minutes ago, not to lie to you because you ‘would know,’” he lifts his hands to make quote marks and inadvertently flashes Kurt the section of the magazine he’s ogling.

“One,” Kurt shoots him a glare, “Lying is not the same as bending the truth so as not to send my dreams of a whirlwind romance crashing. Two, get that filthy magazine off my bedspread.”

“Okay, okay,” Finn picks up the book, “Though that’s pretty rich, coming from Mr I keep my lube under my bed.”

Kurt feels his cheeks flame red. “You promised you would not bring up the personal lubrication incident.”

Finn rolls his eyes. “If you’re ever gonna get laid, you gotta call it –“

“Shut up!” Kurt hurls his pillow at Finn, cheeks burning, “You asshole.”

“Hey, you could always ask that short blond dude who hangs around him all the time,” Finn turns the page of his magazine and whistles appreciatively, “Pretty sure they’re friends. Plus, y’know, we’re going bowling tonight, so…”

“Really?” Kurt whirls around, “You didn’t tell me that?”

“Yeah, I forgot,” Finn closes his magazine and checks the clock, “Oh man, we shoulda been there, like, ten minutes ago.”

“Finn,” Kurt grabs him by the shoulders and pushes him out the door, “Go, go, I gotta get ready, you asshole, oh my god, he’s gonna hate me so much –“

**

Kurt’s outfit is a little hurried, but his striped shirt draws attention to the length of his throat and his jeans are not the tightest he owns but probably the nicest, a washed-out pale blue tucked into his favourite boots. He immediately regrets wearing them as soon as he has to slip his feet into the slippery bowling shoes, shuddering slightly. “Ew.”

“Dude, there he is,” Finn bumps their shoulders together and nods towards the blonde boy who’s now serving tables, “Go ask him.”

“Okay,” Kurt takes a deep breath, “Okay. I can do this.” And before he chickens out, he jumps up and strides across the length of the alley, tapping the boy’s shoulder briskly.

“Hey, what can I – hi, wow, okay, it’s you,” his eyes have gone very wide, “Um, what can I do for you?”

“Hi,” Kurt says awkwardly, “I’m Kurt, I just – I wanted to check if Blaine – the boy who spilled pizza on me –is okay? I haven’t seen him for a while…”

The boy’s mouth falls open. “Bubbles? You’re looking for Bubbles?”

Kurt arches an eyebrow. “Bubbles?”

“’Cause of his bubble butt,” the boy claps his hands, “Anyway! I’m Chandler, it is a pleasure to meet someone who can accessorize as well as you,” he grins, “Bubbles broke his leg, actually, so he’s out of work for a little while. You could probably find him in the Lima Bean, though – y’know, if you were really looking.”

“Great,” Kurt nods, “Okay. Thanks. Um, have a nice day?”

“You too,” Chandler calls after his retreating back, and Kurt makes his excuses to Finn and the rest and is in his car in less than five minutes.

The Lima Bean is only fifteen minutes away from the alley, says his SatNav, so he hits the accelerator and tries not to think about what he’ll do if Blaine isn’t there.

**

Blaine picks absent-mindedly at his muffin and wonders what on earth Chandler is talking about in his latest stream of texts. They mostly seem to contain a lot of key-smashing and strange autocorrects. He turns it upside down in case they make more sense.

From: Chandler DFUCK BAKLINE BLAKINE GUESS HWO I JUST Sawyer HES SO BEATU BALINE BALIEN OMG U LUCKY mustard get some son aw yiss so pROUD

Just then the door of the coffee shop is thrown open with a bang. Blaine glances up and immediately shrinks back in his seat as Kurt Hummel strides in, casting his eyes around hopefully and then desperately, before his shoulders slump and he turns towards the counter, muttering his order to the barista standing there.

Blaine hunches his shoulders and sits up to grab his coat, wondering if he can crutch himself out fast enough for Kurt not to notice him. Unfortunately, his elbow knocks the plate that holds his muffin and it crashes to the ground, drawing the attention of everyone in the shop.

Blaine ducks his head immediately, lowering himself to the floor awkwardly as he fumbles to pick up the shattered plate. A few seconds later, a barista appears with a dustpan and brush, helping Blaine back up onto his seat as he apologises and wrings his hands, unable to help.

“I’m so sorry, my coat, I was just – here, let me help you, I really didn’t mean to, I – I can pay for a new one, I’m really sorry –“

“It’s fine, sir,” she says begrudgingly, “Really, don’t worry, okay?”

Blaine flounders helplessly and then slumps back in his chair as she sweeps up the last of the mess and disappears into the back of the shop, still looking disgruntled. Blaine sighs and drops his face into his hands, feeling very much like curling up into a ball and dying quietly.

“Hey.”

Blaine’s head snaps up and his mouth falls open. Kurt is standing in front of him, holding a replacement muffin and a cup of coffee. His lips twitch up into a hesitant smile. “Um, I – the barista, he said you were eating a blueberry muffin, so I – here.”

Blaine moves his lips but nothing comes out.  Kurt’s cheeks flush a pale pink. “Is it okay if I sit here?”

Blaine nods silently.

Kurt places the muffin on the table and smiles hopefully. “So, uh, how are you? I heard about your leg from Chandler at the bowling alley.”

Blaine glances down at the blue cast poking out from the end of his sweatpants. “I – um, I’m okay. Y-you?”

He doesn’t quite hear Kurt’s reply, too busy quietly freaking out about the fact that Kurt sought him out and bought him a muffin. He only snaps out of it when Kurt says “So, can we talk about the other day? With the pizza?”

Blaine feels his euphoria crash and burn. “I am – I am so sorry about that, I have – I can pay for another, if you want, I really am so sorry –“

“Hey, no,” Kurt grabs his hand where it’s resting on the table and Blaine freezes “I don’t care, seriously, I wasn’t bothered, tomato sauce comes out. I just wanted to – okay, I just.” He takes a deep breath and bites his lip. Blaine clears his throat but his mouth is to dry to say anything.

“Iwantedtoknowifyou’dgoonadatewithme,” Kurt blurts.

“What?” Blaine says.

“Oh god, you’re not gay, are you,” Kurt pushes his chair back and grabs his coffee, “I’m so sorry, I’ll let you be, I’m really sorry. Um, have a nice day.”

He’s nearly made it to the door before Blaine gets himself together enough to call “Kurt, wait!”

Kurt pauses and then turns to look back at him, and Blaine jerks his head in what he hopes is interpreted as a come here signal. Slowly, Kurt returns to their table and settles back into his seat.

“Okay,” Blaine takes a deep breath, “I am gay.”

“Oh thank god,” Kurt breathes and then laughs, shaking his head, “It would have gotten very awkward if you weren’t.”

Blaine smiles at that, ducking his head and glancing up at Kurt. Kurt blinks and then smiles easily. “So, what do you say?”

“To what?” Blaine asks, confused.

“To going on a date with me,” Kurt says hopefully, “Maybe to Breadstix or something?”

Blaine’s mouth opens and closes before he manages to stutter out “Yes, oh my gosh, I – yes. I would love to go on a date with you, Kurt.” He holds the name in his mouth like it’s precious, clinging to this moment in case it ends abruptly.

“Great!” Kurt rocks back in his chair and claps, “Tomorrow, then? I’ll pick you up at seven?”

Blaine feels a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah. Yeah, that’d be amazing.”

Kurt's breathing stops when he sees Blaine in only his underwear, their shirts having been discarded long ago. He's simply stunning. All tan, strong legs, and his tummy, god is it possible for a tummy to be hot?

"Wow," he mutters, eyeing the impressive bulge in Blaine's underwear. It looks way bigger than when he has pants on. And thank God for that. 

Blaine chuckles nervously, running his free hand through his gel-free curls, and biting his lower lip anxiously, and god, if that wasn't the sexiest thing on the planet Kurt didn't know what was.

Kurt slowly runs his hand up Blaine's thigh, smiling at the way Blaine's breath hitches when he gets closer to his clothed cock. He lightly cups him through the material and releases a tiny gasp when he feels a small wet spot on the material.

"Oh my god," Blaine hisses out from between his teeth, and Kurt smiles, pressing down a bit harder. "Kurt, I...touch me please," he whines.

Kurt bites his lip hard in order to stop the embarrassing squeak that bubbles at his lips because this is seriously the hottest thing Blaine has ever said. Before this it used to be all about hand holding, small kisses on cheeks, and whispered words of love in each other's ears. Blaine has always been the ever perfect gentleman Kurt wanted. Never pressuring Kurt to just get it over with and get naked with him. Until now, Kurt has never heard a single dirty word leave Blaine's mouth. 

So that's why Blaine saying the words 'touch me' in that way is making Kurt's cock twitch in his pants, because, fuck he wants to touch so badly. Wants to bring Blaine to a spectacular orgasm. Wants this to be part of Blaine's fantasies when he masturbates. 

He slowly snags his thumbs in the waistband of Blaine's underwear and pulls down, holding his breath as inch by inch of tantalizingly tan skin comes into view. When he flings Blaine's underwear somewhere behind him, Kurt finally dares himself to sit back on his haunches and look. And god, if he thought Blaine was beautiful before... 

He's absolutely stunning, all tan and perfect. His cock rests in a small patch of trimmed hair, and god Kurt would never imagine calling a cock gorgeous, but there really isn't another word for it. It's...big to say the least, thick and long, and wow Kurt knew he was packing but this is something he never expected. The tip is shining with a bead of pre-come and Kurt just wants to lick it up. 

He traces his finger down the side of it, and marvels at just how soft it feels. Blaine whines above him, his hand returning to clench at the sheets. 

"Oh...Kurt please, don't tease me," he groans. 

Kurt smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to Blaine's hipbone, his hand curling around Blaine's cock to stroke in long, languorous strokes. It's a bit dry and slow he knows, and he can tell Blaine is about to burst if he doesn't get the friction he needs soon. 

"Do you have any lube?" Kurt asks, almost rhetorically, because he is in a teenage boys room, a dapper teenage boy, but a teenage boy nonetheless. He has to have lube in here somewhere. 

And sure enough, Blaine moves out from under Kurt to open the drawer of his nightstand. Kurt can't even begin to smirk because oh hello there's Blaine's butt, shamelessly on display and wow it is a glorious thing. Kurt is suddenly resisting the urge to reach out and run his hand over the globes. Trying not to lean in and press a kiss against them. 

Oh god, what the hell is even going through Kurt's mind right now? 

Blaine turns back around, a half empty bottle of lube in his hands, and he's smiling sheepishly, and god he looks so adorable. Like he's just won something amazing. 

"What are you looking at?" he asks, the hints of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

"Nothing," Kurt replies, flustered, and more than likely blushig as red as a tomato

"You were staring at my ass weren't you?"

"Uhm i might have been."

"Why do you sound so ashamed? I mean i'm naked here for a reason. I want you to look at me," Blaine says, biting his lower lip thoughtfully before shuffling forward until he's right in front of Kurt. He bats his eyelashes shyly and gently takes hold of Kurt's face, tipping it down, and Kurt's eyes roam all over Blaine's body. 

"Oh," he whispers, and Blaine chuckles, releasing Kurt's face to grab his hand and bring it to his ass, his wonderful ass. 

"Oh!" Kurt gasps, fighting the urge to squeeze even though that's clearly what Blaine wants him to do. "Oh, wow."

"Touch me," Blaine whispers into Kurt's ear, and that does it. Screw being slow and teasing, Kurt just wants to touch. he wants to touch so badly his fingers practically vibrate. He squeezes Blaine's butt, pushing forward until Blaine's cock brushes up against his clothed erection, and the gasp Blaine elicits, wow, why is he still wearing pants?

"Blaine, hold on," he says, pushing Blaine away, but Blaine is like ivy, clinging to Kurt's body, gently rutting up against him, clearly too horny to think about anything else at the moment. and it's nice, don't get Kurt wrong, but damn his zipper is digging into his erection. "Baby, let me get my pants off." 

Immediately, Blaine releases his grip, sitting back against the pillows to watch Kurt unbutton his own jeans and remove them swiftly, leaving him in a pair of tight black briefs that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. 

Kurt smiles and crawls back up the bed, grabbing Blaine's ankles to pull him down so that his head is against the pillows again. He silently reaches his hand for the lube and Blaine hands it over, taking a deep breath of his own, planting his feet firmly on the bed in preparation. 

Kurt squeezes a dollop, larger than he should, and rubs it between his hands, warming it up. He lightly grasps Blaine's cock again, this time being able to glide his hand effortlessly down the shaft. 

"Oh my god," Blaine breathes out, the way a man who's never been touched by anybody else would, his hips twitching up. 

Kurt smiles, tightening the grip on his hand. "You like that?" he asks, and immediately snaps his mouth shut. Where the hell is the dirty talk coming from? 

"Yeah," Blaine groans, pushing his hips up, his fingers finding their way into Kurt's perfectly coiffed hair. "Want more."

Kurt immediately understands what he means, and stares down at Blaine's dick before glancing up at Blaine, his eyes shut in pleasure, his mouth hanging open. he opens his eyes briefly and fixes Kurt with the most sultry gaze he can muster and that is all the motivation Kurt needs to lean down and gently press a kiss to the head of Blaine's cock.

Blaine's reaction is immediate. He tugs onto Kurt's hair, and releases a guttural moan, one that sounds unlike him and yet so, so damn hot. 

"Oh, god yes," he whines, thrusting up slightly, his cock rubbing up against kurt's lips, smearing precome across them. Without thinking, Kurt licks his lips and hears Blaine groan again, his hand coming down to touch himself, but the other boy beats him to it.

"Hey, no. I thought I was supposed to be kissing you here," he kisses Blaine's cock lightly again, and Blaine hisses loudly.

"Then get a move on," he orders, and that should not turn Kurt on as much as it just did. 

"Well, you're demanding in bed aren't you?"

"You don't know that half of it."

Kurt growls loudly, leaning in again, but this time he doesn't kiss the head of Blaine's dick. No he takes him in as much as he can without chocking, because come on that would be both embarrassing and sad. 

He takes Blaine up until the middle of his shaft, wanting to go slow for the first time, but it doesn't seem to make a difference to Blaine who's head is pressed up against the pillow, his mouth opening and closing as if he's trying to say something, but the only thing he can muster is high, cut off moans. 

"Oh, oh, oh, yeah," he whines.

Kurt smiles to himself and starts sucking, trying to conjure up all of those sex tips he read about in cosmo. "Lick and suck, don't use teeth, make sure you don't neglect his balls." Kurt tentatively reaches down and cups Blaine's balls lightly in his hand, jumping when his boyfriends body jolts off of the bed as if electrocuted. 

Oh, okay so that's what happens. Kurt experiments, rolling Blaine's balls in his hand, giving his cock long licks up the side, and it's like Blaine no longer has control over his body, jerking and arching like a fish out of water. Kurt just continues doing what he's doing, figuring that this is good. he sucks, licks, and rolls, switching the order up every now and then so as to not bore Blaine, because that's the last thing he wants to be quite honest. But after a while Kurt wants more. He wants to make Blaine scream. So he starts taking Blaine in deeper, thanking whatever god there was that he didn't really have a gag reflex. He feels Blaine's cock hit the back of his throat and the high moan that accompanies it, along with Blaine's fingers practically yanking his hair out. 

"Oh shit, oh god, Kurt, i'm close. So fucking close," he whines. 

Kurt pulls off briefly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning up to kiss Blaine messily, Blaine whining at what Kurt guesses is him tasting himself on Kurt's tongue. 

"I...will you do something for me?" Kurt asks shyly, and Blaine nods eagerly, like an obedient puppy.

"Anything."

"Fuckmymouth," He breathes out fast, mentally face-palming. 

"What?"

"Fuck my mouth," Kurt repeats slower, blushing at the brashness of his words. Well what does he have to say in this situation? Please stick your penis so far into my mouth that it hits my throat; also thrust your hips fast so that you get off and ejaculate in my mouth? Ew no. 

"Do you...want me to do...that?"

"Yes," and in this moment Kurt truly realizes how much he means that. How badly he wants it.  Needs it. 

"I...o-okay," Blaine stutters, shifting nervously on the bed. "Do you just uhm want me to...do it?"

"Well, yeah I...oh god we sound so awkward okay, uhm how are we going to do this?" Kurt leans back on his heals, tapping his chin with his index finger while he thinks. 

"Hmm, okay here I have an idea, schooch up." He gently pats at Blaine's thigh until Blaine sits up, moving out of the way so that Kurt can lie back against the pillows. "Okay, come here." gently, he maneuvers Blaine over him so that Blaine is practically straddling Kurt's chest, his cock inches from Kurt's mouth.

"Oh god," he hears Blaine breathe above him. "We're really doing this?"

"I'm not down here mining gold, Blaine."

"Bad example babe," Blaine giggles, and Kurt playfully slaps his boyfriend's thigh. "Uhm, so I...I can't like...kill you like this can I?"

"I don't...lets just...uhm if it gets out of hand i'll...pinch you okay?" Kurt assures him, and Blaine nods shakily, releasing a loud breath before he reaches down and takes a hold of his cock. He guides it to Kurt's mouth and Kurt immediately opens up, already eager to take Blaine again.

"Oh...Oh...Oh my god," Blaine whines, thrusting his hips in a bit, clearly holding back. Kurt slaps his ass in an attempt to egg him on, and somehow it gets Blaine going, his hips moving from glacial to a moderate speed in a matter of seconds.

"Oh fuck, god, yes that's...that feels so good, baby."

Kurt preens at the comments, sucking down harder, reaching up to fondle Blaine's balls again, his other slipping in between Blaine's ass, rubbing down the crack to hover over his hole.

Blaine's hips stutter briefly, his breathing picks up. Kurt doesn't even know if he should be doing this. They hadn't discussed this before. Well, to be fair they hadn't discussed the whole going down on each other thing either, but this is different. And sure Blaine is responding enthusiastically to this right now but who knows how he's going to feel afterwards.

Kurt pulls away, lightly sucking on the head of Blaine's cock to ask because he'll hate himself if he doesn't ask. "Babe, is this..." he rubs his finger against Blaine's puckered entrance again to emphasize what he wants to do. All Blaine does is nod jerkily, and whimper out a rushed "yeah, yeah, oh god yes."

Kurt pulls his finger away and brings it to his mouth, sucking it in and licking at it before he places it at Blaine's hole once again. He gives Blaine another chance to back down, but Blaine shows no sign of resistance, so Kurt gently, very gently, presses his index finger in slightly.

"Oh SHIT," Blaine yells, losing his balance and catching himself just in time so that he doesn't crush Kurt. "Oh, yeah."

Kurt smiles around Blaine's cock, pressing his finger in deeper, and the noises Blaine lets out are simply pornographic they should be illegal. 

"Oh god, fuck i'm going to come, Kurt," he whines, pulling away from Kurt's mouth. 

"Then come, baby," Kurt breathes out, crooking his finger a bit, looking for that little nub.

"OH, FUCK, shit ah ah ah ah, God yes," Blaine moans, and he's done for Kurt can already tell by the way his legs shake and his hand flies to his cock, giving it two tugs before he comes all over his hand and Kurt's face. Kurt just having closed his eyes, letting his fingers slip out of Blaine along the way

"Oh shit," Kurt whispers to himself, feeling the sticky mess sliding down his face. In reality it should be disgusting. Really disgusting, but it doesn't feel that bad. It's probably because it's Blaine's come, and holy fucking hell Blaine just came on his face and wow that was hot. 

Blaine sags down onto the mattress, smilign sleepily as he goes to hug his boyfriend until he sees Kurt's face. 

"Oh fuck," he gasps in horror, his eyes blowing up comically as he takes in Kurt's face. "Oh Kurt I am so sorry."

"Wow."

"I should have asked if you wanted me to do that. Oh my god, i'm so sorry, baby."

"No, no. It's okay, Blaine. i...It's...is it sick if I admit that it was hot?" Kurt says, smiling shyly, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. 

"I...no. I'm just...well isn't it a bit...kinky?" Blaine whispers, blushing beet red.

"Blaine, i just asked you to fuck my mouth. I think we're a bit beyond kinky," Kurt says and Blaine giggles that high pitched giggle that he laughs when he's nervous. 

"So it was okay?"

"More than okay," Kurt smiles, reaching over to grab a few tissues from the bedside table to wipe his face off. "In fact i wouldn't mind it happening again int he future."

"Really?"