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So I reread this and I can't believe how ridiculous it is. Please remember I wrote this in like...January or February when I first started watching Glee...so please don't hate me.

"I wanna hear it," Blaine said adamantly.

"No!" Kurt whined, wriggling under his boyfriend, whose strong hands currently had Kurt's hands pinned above his head. The only downside to these soft lady hands.

"I refuse to believe you sang Pink Houses until I hear it," Blaine said, reaching one hand down to Kurt's side, tickling softly under his rib cage. This made Kurt let out an embarrassingly high pitched squeak. Before he could say anything else, Blaine's lips were on his, kissing him hard with his tongue forcing its way into Kurt's mouth. His teeth clashed against Kurt's and the hand that had been used for tickling was now resting hot and heavy over the fly of Kurt's slacks.

"Blaine…" Kurt whined, further whines cut off by Blaine's brutal kiss. Kurt didn't know what came over Blaine, who wasn't usually this rushed. He tried to thrust his hips up, trying to get that heavy hand to give him some friction, but Blaine's position kept Kurt's lower body pinned to the sofa.

"Hey Blaine!" The upbeat voices of Wes and David rudely interrupted Kurt and Blaine, making Kurt grumble unhappily as Blaine sat up so fast he could've strained something.

"What?" Blaine snapped impatiently. Wes and David pretended like they hadn't seen what Kurt and Blaine were doing, or that Kurt was still pinned beneath Blaine.

"Senior Warblers wanna talk with you," Wes said. Blaine crawled off of Kurt, careful not to hurt the taller, but decidedly more fragile boy. Kurt was about to get up as well.

"No need to get up Kurt. We won't keep him long," David said. Blaine smiled down at Kurt and rounded the sofa, following the other two Warblers out the door.

When Blaine disappeared, Kurt fished his phone out of his pocket and, with a devilish grin, sent his boyfriend a simple message.

Still want u in my mouth – Kurt

. ~ . ~ .

Exactly one week from when he sent that brave text message to Blaine, Kurt laid in his bed, staring at the clock that read 3:21 AM. Blaine was surely asleep, but Kurt couldn't stop thinking about what Blaine had said earlier that day.

"I'm just not sure you could pull off the whole Mellencamp thing. I mean, Pink Houses? Really, Kurt? I just don't hear you singing it," Blaine had said doubtfully. Then he had looked at Kurt with one dark eyebrow raised. "If you could pull it off, that would be hot."

Kurt smiled to himself. Sure, singing that song in glee club hadn't been his most shining moment, but even he knew he sounded pretty hot. As long as he avoided telling Blaine that it had landed him what anyone else would've considered a steamy make out session with what anyone else would've considered a hot cheerleader, it would be just fine.

Imagining how Blaine would react, Kurt let his eyes drift shut and his hand drift under the sheets. He rested his hand over his cock, which was semi-hard as his mind flooded with images of Blaine staring at him with dark eyes full of lust, his lips slightly parted as his tongue darts out to wet them. He imagined Blaine touching himself, wondered what Blaine looks like. He had yet to actually see what Blaine was hiding in those grey Dalton slacks, but he had a feeling that it was positively delicious.

His hand dipped inside his underwear, absentmindedly stroking his mostly hard cock as his other hand reached blindly for his phone on the nightstand. He called Blaine, but after seven rings, Blaine didn't answer. He yawned, moving the palm of his hand over the head of his cock, spreading pre-come all over. A small moan escaped his lips as he called Blaine again. This time, Blaine answered.

"What?" Blaine questioned harshly, his voice sounding tired and irritated.

"There's a black man…" Kurt began, his voice as low and husky as he could make it. "With a black cat…livin' in a black neighborhood."

"Kurt?" Blaine's voice was softer, more quizzical now.

"He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard…" Kurt kept stroking himself, pushing his hips up and squeezing as he pulled his hand up, his thumb brushing against the head of his erection.

"You know he thinks…unnnngh…that he's got it so good." Kurt couldn't help groaned mid-phrase. He imagined Blaine's hand on his cock instead of his as he sped up his movements, then slowed them back down to a slow, teasing pace.

"And there's a woman…oh god Blaine…in the kitchen cleanin' up the evenin' slop."

"Kurt, are you…?"

"And he looks at her and says…fuckingdonstoptouchingugh…hey darlin', I can remember when you could stop a clock." Kurt's hand was moving fast again, his fingers squeezing in tantalizing pulses.

"Oh god, Kurt, you are," Blaine groaned. Kurt smirked, knowing he had Blaine where he wanted him.

"Oh, but ain't that America for you and me." Kurt could barely sing anymore, his voice raspy and full of desire, all his thoughts clouded with the need for Blaine to touch him, to kiss him, to be hovering over him, pressing his grey slacks covered erection against Kurt's.

"Come for me, Kurt," Blaine said.

"Y-you f-first," Kurt whimpered, trying with all the self-control he lacked to slow down the movements of his fast.

No reply came, and it made Kurt's eyes fly open. He waited for them to focus in the darkness before looking at the phone. Call was lost.

"Damn!" Kurt swore. He pulled his hand out of his briefs, ignoring how much his body needed the touch. He tried to call Blaine again, but it went straight to his voicemail. With a frustrated groan, Kurt realized Blaine's cellphone had died. He left a message in which he managed to sing in his normal, angelic voice, "Let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight."

Then he set his phone on his bedside table and rolled onto his back. Once again, he was alone in the silence of his room. As worked up as he was, it just didn't seem worth it for a quickie he couldn't even share with Blaine. He just rolled over and tried to go to sleep.

. ~ . ~ .

You were so hot – Blaine

Were? – Kurt

You are – Blaine

Stop texting while driving. I'll be perpetually horny if you die now. – Kurt

Waiting for a train. Could be a while – Blaine

If I was there with you, I'd be sucking you – Kurt

Jeez, Kurt, real subtle – Blaine

I try. Seriously. Have you thought about it? – Kurt

About how it would feel with your hot little mouth wrapped around me? – Blaine

There was a pause between frantically typed messages.

Yeah. That. – Kurt

I've thought about nothing but since you first said – Blaine

How much longer till you get to Lima? – Kurt

. ~ . ~ .

I'm here – Blaine

I'm upstairs. Got my skin tight jeans ;) – Kurt

Blaine parked his Jeep in front of Kurt's house, next to his Navigator. Burt and Carole were away for the weekend, conveniently, and Finn was out with the guys for the day. The door was unlocked, and Blaine sprinted up the stairs to Kurt's new room. He opened the door and his eyes immediately went to the bed, which was perfectly made and void of any sign of Kurt.

Then, oh my Gaga, Kurt appeared, leaning against the wall. And he was shirtless. And those black skinny jeans were entirely too tight. Blaine would die if he had to cram himself into those pants, but Kurt simply looked…delicious.

Kurt moved slowly, gingerly toward him. Then, as inconvenient as possible, Blaine's phone vibrated. He didn't want to answer it, but habit it had him pulling it out of his pants pocket and then he swore he was going to throw it on the floor. Then he saw the message.

I'm going to suck you now – Kurt

And when Blaine tore his eyes off the phone, Kurt was on his knees in front of him, pressing kisses to the front of Blaine's jeans – which weren't nearly as tight as Kurt's, despite beginning to feel like it – before he reached up to undo the button. Kurt grasped the zipper in his teeth and began to tug it down slowly. Blaine stared down at him, his eyes glazed over and his lips parted slightly. Kurt's eyes were big, round, deliciously blue as they looked up at him.

Blaine's hand went to Kurt's hair, which was soft with no product in it. He moved to sit on the bed, guiding Kurt with him. He was fully hard now, and Kurt reached up those soft, delicate hands to tug down Blaine's jeans and boxers.

"Oh….Kurt," Blaine groaned, tangling his finger's with Kurt's hair. Everything about Kurt was so fucking soft. Well…maybe not everything. Those jeans were going to explode, and they certainly weren't doing much to conceal how turned on Kurt was as he looked up at Blaine, his eyes wide and blue and innocent, his mouth an inch from Blaine's cock, leaking just from the thought of those soft, pink lips wrapped around it.

Then oh sweet holy mother of Cheesus, there is a Gaga! Kurt's mouth was on his cock and couldn't believe how fucking good it felt. It was hot and moist and he'd never felt this good in his whole life. Blaine was sorry he'd ever questioned his sexuality even once in his whole life because there was nothing, nothing that could feel better than Kurt's soft – soft! – tongue swirling around the head as Kurt sucked him deeper.

"Shit, Kurt, fuck, I'm gonna…" Blaine stroked his fingers through Kurt's hair. Kurt's other hand was nowhere to be seen, which presumably meant he was touching himself beyond Blaine's scope of vision.

He didn't want Kurt to choke or anything, and he felt guilty as he fisted Kurt's hair and came down his throat. He didn't expect Kurt to swallow, but he did, milking Blaine for every last drop he had.

Kurt pulled back, letting Blaine's cock go with a soft pop. He leaned his forehead against Blaine's thigh, Blaine's fingers softly massaging his scalp as he jerked himself off, too far gone to think about Blaine maybe wanting to help him. Blaine let him, listening to his soft moans as he came all over the floor.

Blaine helped Kurt up onto the bed, smiling at how Kurt looked up at him through heavy eyelids. Blaine tugged off those ridiculous skinny jeans, then undressed himself all the way. He crawled onto the bed and wrapped himself around Kurt.

"Did you enjoy that?" Kurt asked, his voice raw and raspy.

"Yes, thank you very much," Blaine said, pressing gently kisses to Kurt's shoulder.

"Next time," Blaine said. "Next time, I'll do you."

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