A/N: I figure that this is a self-explanatory thing, you know? The title was inspired by my best friend's wit. Rather than a list of things you want to do before you die, it's a list of places you'd like to have sex before you die. This is a multichap of nothing but smut. (tho—if you know me well—you know there'll be some romance thrown in here and there!)

enjoy!

The Fucket List: Prologue

"No!"

"But why not?"

"Because you'll think it's stupid and gross and you'll never be able to look at me the same way!" Kurt huffed. Since he'd accidentally began to talk about his list, it's all Blaine wanted to talk about, even though Kurt tried to steer the conversation elsewhere. And it wasn't just any list, oh no. It was the list. The list that Kurt himself couldn't even believe he'd written. Every time he opened the cheap paper cover of the little spiral notepad to scribble down a new location he felt a little piece of him shrivel up in embarrassment.

"C'mon, Kurt. You know you can tell me anything. This relationship is only going to work if we're both honest with each other." Blaine spoke wisely. Kurt had the overwhelming need to swat at Blaine's head, not because what he said was wrong, but because he was absolutely right. But still, being the stubborn boy he always was, Kurt tried to find a way to justify himself.

"Just because we're together doesn't mean I can't have my own private things, does it? I mean, there's gotta be some sort of boundary here or something!" Kurt waved his arms emphatically while lying through his teeth, and Blaine very well knew. They had always been open and honest with each other, the transition from friends to boyfriends was easier because of it. There were no "private things" between them, they were open books to each other. Reason one why Blaine could see right through Kurt's quickly formed excuses.

Kurt sighed, fidgeting uncontrollably under Blaine's blatant stare of disbelief before folding like a cheap card table. "It's just...it's stupid and unimportant and it's...I'm just embarrassed, okay?" The truth came out. Kurt had insecurities sometimes, Kurt was an actual human being. It was a secret that Kurt like to pretend Blaine didn't know.

Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms as they lounged as one tangled mess of limbs on the plush sofa. "You don't have to be embarrassed, love. I thought we'd been over this? You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Ever." Blaine gently stroked through Kurt's hair before pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

"I guess getting naked didn't help," Kurt mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?" Blaine scrunched his eyebrows. Kurt heaved a sigh before twisting in Blaine's arms, now lying face to face with him comfortably.

"Don't take this the wrong way or anything, but, I thought having sex would make all the nerves go away," Kurt paused. "I mean, that's not why I gave you my virginity, not like that at all it's just..."

"Just what?" Blaine's tone remained cool and calm, curious if anything. Another thing Kurt loved about Blaine, he wasn't quick to jump to conclusions—much like Kurt was—and for that Kurt was thankful.

"I figured that once I'd been at my most vulnerable I'd stop getting so nervous trying to talk about certain subjects with you. Yet every time we start talking about anything sexual or personal or secretive I still feel like I need to run and hide. I just wish I didn't get like that all the time. I mean, look at you! You never get nervous when we talk about stuff. You're always so honest and you are so eloquent when you speak and I—"

"Biting." Blaine interjected.

"Wha—?"

"I like biting. When you run your teeth on my neck it gives me chills, Kurt. I love biting, especially your bites. No, only your bites. I-I want, no, uhm, I think you should—should bite me more. I really, really do." Blaine's face was getting a little flushed and Kurt could feel the heat burning in his cheeks.

There was a small pause as Kurt tried to regain the ability to speak. Not only had Blaine's admission taken him by surprise, he was also in a bit of shock. He'd never know that his little nibbles and teeth scrapes had such an effect on his boyfriend. With as much as they talked and we're truthful with each other, you'd think he'd know this by now.

"How's that for eloquent?" Blaine joked lightly, pressing a soft peck to Kurt's cheek, just right of his still slightly gaping mouth. "I've never told you that before, so there. Now you know." Blaine rubbed small circles into the small of Kurt's back as Blaine's blush continued to color his neck and cheekbones.

"Is there—is there anything...else? I mean, that you—you, uhm..." Kurt stuttered miserably hoping Blaine would understand.

"There's a few things, actually." Of course Blaine would understand. Blaine always understood.

"L-like what?" Kurt was anxious for the answer, unconsciously curling his toes in anticipation.

"I know we've never tried it before, but I really want to try teasing. I mean, I hear the build-up is fantastic," Blaine paused. Kurt realized that all their sexual interactions were very to the point, not rushed, but there was never much build-up. They kept it simple, after all, they figured they had all the time in the world to take things slow. Being a teenager with parents due home any minute was not one of those times. "And, I don't know, food play has come to mind a few times." Kurt thought back to the time a trail of strawberry juice trailed down his chin to his lower jaw and how eager Blaine had been to lick him clean. How did he not notice these things before?

"And remember that one time you accidentally slapped my ass during a dance number?" Kurt nodded, remembering the dance rehearsal vaguely, the memory playing itself more clearly now. "And remember how I gasped, and then you apologized a bunch of times because you thought it hurt me?" Kurt nodded slowly, recounting the number of times he apologized profusely. "Well, it wasn't out of pain or whatever, it was just...hot. I kinda really like the idea of you...spanking me, or uh—"

Before Blaine had a chance to feel embarrassed, Kurt's mouth was sealed over his in a quick, heated kiss. His tongue traced the inside of Blaine's mouth expertly. And with great muscle memory, he hit every spot that made Blaine shudder in unrestrained bliss. Just as Blaine was starting to really get into it, fighting back with just as much fervor, Kurt pulled away abruptly.

"I call it my fucket list," Kurt blurted out suddenly.

"What?" Blaine was wondering if he'd heard wrong. Fucket list? It was a rare occasion that Kurt ever swore, and only now did Blaine realize how much of a turn on it really was.

"Y-yeah. Like a—like a bucket list but instead, different places that you want to...you know..." Kurt attempted to trail off, but Blaine would have none of it. He wanted to hear Kurt say the word. Blaine raised both eyebrows curiously, hoping Kurt would take the hint. "Fuck." Kurt said the word shortly and it was more than enough to send hot spikes of blood straight to Blaine's cock.

"That's..."

"I know, it's really stupid and borderline creepy, I know. But I just thought—"

"...That's really a good idea, actually. I mean...I've never called it that, or written them down or anything, but I guess I've sort of got my own fucket list written in my head or whatever." Blaine shrugged. "That's what you were so mortified of?" Kurt felt a light blush creep to his cheeks before nodding gently. Blaine shook his head, laughing lightly before pressing a kiss to Kurt's forehead, effectively flattening the creases there. "You're too cute, Kurt Hummel."

Kurt buried his face farther into Blaine's chest, attempting to hide his bashful blush. Kurt spoke, but it was muffled and unclear due to the whereabouts of his head.

"I'm sorry?" Blaine asked.

Kurt lifted his head a little bit, allowing his eyes to meet Blaine's. "Do you really think it's a good idea?" Kurt spoke more clearly.

Blaine nodded an affirmative. "I really do. Can you tell me some of yours and I'll tell you some of mine?" Blaine asked eagerly. Kurt lifted his face higher, a small smile gracing his lips. It was odd, being this comfortable talking about something Kurt had mentally deemed too personal to discuss, even with Blaine. But of course, Blaine had rewritten some of Kurt's misconceptions in the past, this was no exception.

"I suppose," Kurt began. Blaine raised his eyebrows in question. "One for one?" Kurt asked shyly. Blaine only smiled and nodded, gesturing to Kurt to go first.

"Okay, uhm, well, mine are all really lame and—"

"No judgment, I promise." Blaine tightened his arms around Kurt, nuzzling his nose up against Kurt's hairline.

"A-alright. Uh, the bed of a truck. Under the stars." Kurt blushed furiously. Blaine allowed himself to mull over it for a minute. The amorous, serene calm of being out in a field somewhere, nothing but the sound of chirping crickets, sliding limbs and their breathing, the feeling of the cool night air blowing around them, cooling their sweat slicked skin how Kurt's milky white skin would look silhouetted against the pale moonlight...

As Blaine got lost in his thoughts and his silence prolonged, Kurt found his eyes shifting nervously.

"That sounds...amazing." Blaine murmured, snapping out of his reverie. Kurt's shoulders lost the tension and he released the breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

"Your turn," Kurt prompted softly.

"Hmm, what about...a treehouse?" Kurt pondered the idea of him and Blaine up in a treehouse somewhere, possibly in a rickety old treehouse. Blankets would envelope them entirely, they'd be pressed for space—but not really complaining about it, they wouldn't want to stay far from each other, anyway—and as they rocked together as one, the sounds of the creaking but stable flooring would be heard.

Kurt sighed contentedly. "I think I'd like that," Blaine smiled softly as Kurt tried to pluck a new idea. "A tent. But not on like...an air mattress or anything, on the ground. With blankets there of course, just very old school."

Blaine laughed but nodded. Kurt never ceased to take him by surprise. Blaine thought for a second before suggesting one of his more peculiar fantasies. "In the grass. Just on the grass. There'd be grass stains and everything. I know it sounds...kinda gross and I get if you don't—"

"That sounds incredibly hot." Kurt let the words leave his lips in barely a whisper. For a moment, all was still, their breathing falling into pace as they looked at each other with matching expressions of lust and genuine surprise. As this happened, their eyes locked and they quickly became overcome with the absolute need to be kissing one another.

Their lips were sealed in a heated kiss, all tongues and teeth and no real technique to it. Blaine practically pulled every ounce of oxygen out of Kurt's lungs, their tongues fighting for dominance and tangling in a messy fashion until Kurt pulled back gasping for air.

"Countertops, on—on some countertops." Kurt barely said the words, still out of breath, before diving back in for more lust filled kisses.

Just as Kurt was about to take Blaine's lower lip between his teeth to give Blaine a taste of his new found kink, Blaine yanked his face away, mouth agape and panting.

"S-shower. In the shower." Their lips were sealed almost before the sentence had even left his lips. As Kurt's hands wandered lower and lower on Blaine's torso, and Blaine's hands wandered lower and lower on Kurt's back, both boys began to rut against each other in a hasty fashion.

Pulling apart quickly for air, Kurt found himself moaning low in his throat, sending a pleasant wave of vibrations throughout his whole body.

"I-in a kitchen chai—Ah!" His sentence was interrupted with a shrill screech as Blaine slipped his warm hand into the back of Kurt's jeans, his calloused hand coming in contact with Kurt's smooth ass cheek, squeezing and massage the pliable flesh.

"Window. Ag-agai-against a window." Blaine breathed the words out as he rocked his hips up, up, up. Kurt felt his head nearly spin at the thought of that particular location, pleasant imagery filling his mind.

Blaine used his grip on Kurt's ass and Kurt's small loss of brain function to his advantage. He began to push the taller boy down on top of him as Blaine rocked up harder and faster, begging that the layers of material separating their stiffened cocks would just disappear. Kurt began to pant and scrape his teeth roughly down the large tendon in Blaine's neck, eliciting a high pitched groan from Blaine's lips, a sound that Kurt wanted more of. Kurt wanted to swallow that sound up, and in order to do so, found himself rushing back to Blaine's lips, diving in in a messy and sloppy kiss, ripping the delicious sounds from deep down in Blaine's throat.

"In fro-o-ont of a fire—fuck!—place." Kurt groaned. The words almost didn't make it out in a proper sentence. Blaine's mind was washed over with images of how easily Kurt's skin would adapt to the coloring of the fire, how gorgeous and glowing his boyfriend would look in the light of a burning flame...

Kurt then rolled his hips down fully, rotating his hips swiftly and heavily making Blaine nearly choke on his own sounds. Kurt could feel Blaine's fingernails digging into the soft flesh of his ass harder and harder as they continued to rock in a steady, but speeding rhythm. There would definitely be scratches and bruises there, but Kurt didn't care. It felt too fucking good to be true.

Making his way down Blaine's body, Kurt found himself settling into a comfortable crook in Blaine's neck where a small droplet of sweat clung. Before the droplet had the chance to slip into the dip of Blaine's collarbone, Kurt had swiped his tongue across it, tasting the salty tang that was just so Blaine, and Kurt began to suck a large purple bruise right in that spot. Kurt sucked relentlessly, scraping his teeth, nibbling small teeth marks into the skin. If the sounds falling from Blaine's lips were any indication of Kurt's skill and thoroughness, he was definitely doing well.

As their hips rocked more frantically and more out of rhythm, Blaine found himself grunting and whining almost at a constant rate, the familiar burn low in his gut. This action was almost foreign and forgotten to Blaine; frotting against each other like this until they came blissfully. He and Kurt had become so accustom to being naked, or at least partially, during sex. It had been so long since they'd done this. Blaine remembers doing this in the back of his car a few times after a date, or during a movie because they got so bored and coincidentally horny that they decided to ditch the movie in favor of making out. It was always an act they'd done when they didn't have enough time to get fully naked, or have complete penetrative sex. But now, well, Blaine was considering making this a full blown act of sex, its own special event, especially if it was going to be this sensitizing.

As Kurt's expert mouth slid its way over to Blaine's ear after vacuuming a dark purple mark onto Blaine's collarbone, Blaine felt a distinct shiver run down his spine as Kurt's teeth sharply pulled at his earlobe and Kurt sucked onto the small flap of skin relentlessly. With that simple action Kurt drew a long breathy moan from Blaine's lips, one that made Kurt grunt simply at the hot and heavy sound leaving his boyfriends lips. With his mouth still sucking away at Blaine's ear, it almost muffled Kurt's tiny gasps and throaty moans, almost.

Blaine wasn't sure when he'd started to, but he only now realized that both his hands were clutching at Kurt's bare ass, forcing his clothed erection down on his own. Blaine's hips were lifting off the couch, begging for more friction, thrusting with more conviction than ever before. With Kurt's legs pinned on either side of him, Kurt rutting down against Blaine as hard and as fast as he can, combined with Blaine forcing his hips up off the couch to rub harder and harder against him, top that off with Blaine's rough hands kneading red marks and bruises into Kurt's ass, it was safe to say that they wouldn't, couldn't, last much longer.

Kurt's shaky breathing turned into shaky groans as he bounced on top of Blaine's quickly thrusting hips. Blaine's hands squeezed Kurt's ass cheeks tightly, digging his fingernails in and scraping hard and forcefully. With his forefinger, Blaine gently dipped his finger into the crack of Kurt's ass, almost tickling against the sensitive area, before he allowed his fingertip to press against Kurt's hole, allowing himself to feel the heat emanating from the tight ring of muscles.

"Blaaaaine!" With one loud shout of his boyfriends name, Kurt was coming in his jeans harder than he thought he'd ever come in his life.

Kurt continued to roll his hips, slowing his motions a bit, feeling the warm wet fill and spread in his jeans as he finished riding out his orgasm. In a matter of seconds from the time the ecstasy came, it went just as quickly and Kurt felt his cock softening and becoming sensitive. And as Kurt tumbled down from his highest of highs, Blaine continued to rock against him, eyes shut tight, sweat seeping through his pores. Kurt winced as Blaine continued to thrust, his cock aching at even the thought of getting hard again so soon. But the way Blaine's face contorted into a painful but beautiful expression made Kurt almost want to try. To Kurt's relief, it took only a few more thrusts from Blaine until finally, with an obscenely loud shout, he came.

Blaine's hips slowed considerably until they came to a complete stop altogether. All that could be heard was the sounds of their heavy breathing echoing in Blaine's blessedly empty house.

"Th-that was..."

"Fucking glorious." Kurt completed his sentence for him, his breathing still a little shaky. Blaine felt his cock twitch painfully as the swear left Kurt's perfectly kiss swollen lips.

"Yeah...yeah." Blaine swallowed thickly, keeping his eyes squeezed shut in fear of seeing the bright lights surrounding him. It always took him a minute to find his brain in his blissful post-orgasm haze which sometimes had symptoms similar to a hangover.

"I feel gross." Kurt declared, idly stroking Blaine's curly locks. Kurt knew Blaine was always a little fuzzy after an orgasm. And if Blaine's orgasm was anywhere as fantastic as Kurt's, Kurt could imagine Blaine was in a really wonky world right now.

Blaine felt his lips quirk up into a smile, nodding gently as to not give himself a headache. Blaine's eyes then flicked open to focus on Kurt's face. Kurt was biting his lip, staring down at Blaine's clavicle. With scrunched eyebrows, Blaine tried his best to get a look at himself, only to see the faint coloring of a large purple marking practically tattooed onto his skin.

"Oh wow." Blaine whispered, eyes wide. Only know could Blaine feel the irregular soft thumping of a pulse directly beneath the bruised skin. With a concerned stare, Kurt flicked his eyes to Blaine's. "Good wow," Blaine explained. Kurt allowed a smile to fall across his lips.

Kurt's expression then turned serious again. "So, are we really going to do this? Go through my fucket list, I mean." Kurt asked tentatively.

Blaine didn't even have to think about it, leaning up to latch his lips to Kurt's in a chaste, but warm kiss. "Yes, we really are. I mean, god Kurt." Blaine was still in a little bit of a hazy place as butterflies easily quelled the fire in his gut.

Kurt nodded with a small smirk on his lips. "Alright. But hey, maybe we can try some of those...those things you like so much. Those, er..."

"Kinks?" Blaine supplied helpfully.

"Yeah, yes. Those. Maybe we could give them a shot." Kurt sucked his lower lip into his mouth as he raised his eyebrows in question.

"I'm willing if you're willing." Blaine shrugged lightly with a smile on his lips.

"As am I." Kurt smiled back.

"So, let's see this list of yours..."

A/N: how'd you like ittttt? :D I know, it's still a little rough in places and whatnot, but I'm thinking this is good practice for smut writing. I mean, you need to write to succeed or...something O.O

anyways, I have a problem. I have this lovely girl who wants to beta for me, but I'm too impatient for beta's! When I finish a story I want to upload it RIGHT AWAY. So until I can figure out a way for this to work WHILE STILL HAVING SOMEONE ELSE TO EDIT FOR ME (another set of eyes, you could say) I'll just keep doing what I do.

Next chapter up sometime next week! (I hope!)