"So the thing about the chemistry is -" Blaine loops his hand casually around Kurt's neck. "You just have to remember -"

The blood from Kurt's brain has gone directly to his cock, and it's exquisite torture listening to him talk, feeling his hand gently knead the muscle in Kurt's shoulder.

Oh god, he thinks. He is trying to kill me.

Against his better judgment, Kurt curls against Blaine's thigh, accidentally jostling his crotch against Blaine's leg.

"Ooookay," he yells, voice trilling higher than normal. "That's enough of that."

He gets up the floor hastily, still feeling the burn of Blaine's hand. That quick brush of his leg - Kurt bites back a moan.

"What's wrong now?" Blaine murmurs. "I thought you wanted to study."

"All that Dalton sheen really is just an act," Kurt mumbles incredulously. He uses his height advantage to propel Blaine upward, and points towards his erection. The chemistry textbook tumbles out of Blaine's lap.

"Don't tell me you didn't feel that," he says wryly. "Were you born oblivious, or did you take lessons?"

Blaine glances down at the erection, than back up at Kurt. His eyes are full of amazement.

He swallows slowly, and his eyes are shimmering with emotion.

"I didn't take lessons," he says simply. "I'm -" Blaine shrugs his shoulders in an uncomfortable way.

"I'm a virgin, Kurt. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing." When he sees Kurt start to speak, he quickly keeps going. "I kept putting Justin off, and he finally talked me into it tonight. When we started kissing, I just lost myself. I thought if I could do this, things would be okay again. But I just kept hearing you -" Blaine's sobs are making his speech staccato, and he struggles to breathe through his words. "I just kept hearing you cry in the corner, and I couldn't believe what I was doing to you. I was about to stop him, but than I heard you trip over my backpack, and I had to make sure you were okay. I just - had to." he finishes.

He cups Kurt's cheek, not gently, but like he's trying to hold on for dear life. The calluses on Blaine's fingers are acutely tangible against Kurt's skin.

Kurt is speechless. The conversation he'd tried to ignore slips through his mind, in intriguing fragments.

"We can't do this anymore. I'm sorry." Blaine said firmly.

"I'll call you tomorrow?" Justin asked.

"We need to break up. I can't hurt him anymore. I can't keep pretending I don't have feelings for him." This last, a whispered shard.

"You broke up with him?" Kurt asks somberly. "For good?"

Blaine smirks bashfully, and rubs the back of his neck.

"I guess you didn't hear me earlier," he says softly. "I told him -"

Kurt shakes his head furiously. "I remember what you said," he says feverishly. "Now show me."

So he grips Blaine's hand and guides it to his cock.

"Inside." he hisses. "Right now."

Without losing sight of Kurt, Blaine finds the doorknob and opens the door.

Kurt pushes him inside and kicks the door closed.

"Turn on the light," he says huskily. "I want to see you."

Blaine flicks the light switch, and seeing Kurt's face in sharp relief makes him gasp. His eyes are dark and hooded with desire. Blaine meets his mouth in one rough motion. He feels Kurt's hands tug at his hands with taut insistence. Kurt forces Blaine's mouth open, as his tongue almost savagely plunders inside. Kurt relishes the touch of the boy's mouth, but he needs more.

Kurt begins to rut against Blaine's leg in mounting desperation. His lips are pink and swollen, and he releases Blaine's mouth to moan with increasing fervor, "Please, Blaine. Please, touch me. Just touch me."

Blaine peels off Kurt's pajama bottoms with one hand, and instantly sees the problem.

"Holy crap," he mumbles.

Trying to regain his composure, Blaine turns them both to Kurt is against the door. He gets down on knees and kneads the muscles under Kurt's legs with his thumbs.

Kurt has been reduced to incomprehensible babbling.

Knowing he will just to have to go for it, Blaine still wants to enjoy himself. His hands dance up Kurt's legs until he's inches from Kurt's erection. Blaine massages Kurt's balls, slowly, tortuously.

Kurt grabs Blaine's head and not so gently tugs him forward.

Blaine stares at the erect cock. It's the hottest thing he's ever seen.

He licks it from to top to tip, moaning through his teeth.

"So fucking sexy," he murmurs, before relaxing his jaw and taking Kurt inside his mouth.

He has no idea what he's doing, so just begins to suck slowly. Kurt's legs are like pistons, wild underneath him, and the hand in his hair pulls harder. Taking that as a signal, Blaine tilts forward and latches on more aggressively. He feels the shiver beneath him, and within seconds, Kurt comes with a loud yell.

Blaine swallows down every drop, and releases his friend's now flaccid member. He stands up and kisses Kurt with slow abandon. His fingers dig into Kurt's hair, his tongue gently skirts inside Kurt's mouth. His own erection is aching.

Kurt slumps forward against Blaine, his head heavy on Blaine's shoulder. He yawns loudly. His arms loosely embrace Blaine's back. Blaine relishes the feel of Kurt's soft fingers.

"Love you, Blaine." Kurt murmurs sleepily.

He steps out of Blaine's embraces and stumbles to his bed. He falls in with a loud thunk. Blaine watches him with undisguised amusement.

He rolls his eyes, and realizes that he'll have to wait a little longer.

It's the least I deserve, he thinks to himself. I'm such an idiot.

Blaine squeezes in next to Kurt, and pulls him close. He wraps his arms around Kurt's waist, and kisses his lips tenderly.

"I'm gonna spend the rest of my life showing you how I love you," he vows to the sleeping boy. "Count on it."

He turns off the light, and falls asleep listening to the sound of Kurt's breathing.