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FILL: ALWAYS BE - PART 6/?

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Part 6:

In the back of his mind, Blaine knew they were kissing in the mens room for anyone to see. He stumbled backwards, pulling Kurt with him and they crashed into the wall of one of the stalls. As soon as they recovered from the shock and caught their breath, they started kissing again.

Blaine was drowning. He clutched Kurt almost desperately, wrapping an arm around his neck and holding him so close that he couldn’t move away. Not that Kurt was going to, he was making the most incredible needy noises into Blaine’s mouth and his grip was tight enough that it was almost painful - all of that combined was enough to have him stumbling blindly backwards until they managed to make it into one of the vacant stalls.

The second they were inside, Kurt yanked away and turned to twist the lock into place. He had barely gotten it all the way into place when Blaine slammed him against the door. Kurt gasped, hands reaching out to brace himself as Blaine moulded himself to his back.

“Blaine,” Kurt gasped, pressing his cheek against the cool wood.

“Do you want me?” Blaine whispered in Kurt’s ear, rocking his hips seductively into his arse.

Kurt’s eyes fluttered closed. “Gods, yes.”

This was not going to be the time for formalities, pleasantries, small talk, chit chat or any other nonsense. Blaine reached around Kurt’s hips and began unbuckling his belt; an impossible feat when Kurt was rocking his hips back in a vaguely distracting way.

Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt’s neck, marking hot open mouthed kisses along his skin as his fingers finally managed to shove Kurt’s pants down. It was only as Kurt’s perfect arse came into view that Blaine had a realisation that made him bite down hard on his lower lip. “Lube? Condom?”

Kurt leaned to the side slightly and dug through the front pocket of his pants - he passed a condom over his shoulder. Blaine swallowed, almost blind with jealousy, his voice was shaking when he asked, “Were you going to let someone else fuck you with this tonight?”

Kurt looked over his shoulder and met Blaine’s eyes. “Why don’t you show me how wrong I was to even consider that.”