“Blaine, slow down! Where are you taking me?!”
“Just need to.. find it”
The rattle of a door handle.
“Find what? Blaine…”
“aHA!”
The door of the 5th classroom Blaine had tried jimmied out of his frame.
“One like it in every school..” Kurt managed to translate from the words Blaine murmured under his breath before he was whipped around and pressed up against the back of door; his personal space penetrated by the warm, humming body of his boyfriend.
“Do you have.” a kiss. “any idea.” another. “What you’re doing to me in those jeans?” Hands and fingers pushed every word into his body as they ran up the back of his thighs, then higher and higher until they found what they wanted and squeezed while lips, teeth and tongue ravaged the lines of his neck.
Kurt was dizzy with the attention. Or was it the spinning?
He was pushed backwards again into a tables edge, and hoisted up to lay back upon it.
A shiver chased its way down his spine as wandering hands dipped under clothes and teased his skin, and his breath hitched each time Blaine lips made their back up to his lips.
And then a change of pace.
Kurt regained himself enough to grasp Blaine’s face in his hands for a slow, deep kiss.
“Oh well, merci” he whispered in the moments between.
His eyes locked onto the hooded, lust filled eyes of his boyfriend and the promise of much more to come, both physically and for their future kept them mesmerised with each others bodies for the next hour.
