A/N: I was bored...that's about all the explanation I have for this...

His heart raced. His palms sweat. His hands trembled.

Really it shouldn't be this difficult…simply walking into a back alley and paying someone for sex.

But Blaine had never done it before. Never needed to.

Not that he slept around. Far from it. He'd had three serious boyfriends since high school. But he'd just gone through a break-up from a three year relationship and he was sick and tired of having his heart broken. Of being used up and tossed away like a piece of trash.

No more. He wanted to just once be the one doing the using. To feel release and not have to worry about if he'd satisfied or waking up early to make breakfast or if he'd remembered to wash his lover's laundry for work the next day.

He'd always been soft. Confrontation was his weakness. Preferring to simply go along with whatever his current boyfriend wanted rather than asking for what he wanted. Giving not taking. Pleasing not being pleased. Well he was sick of it. He wanted to be the one leaving marks and eliciting moans and running his hands through soft hair while he fucked someone else's mouth.

And so what if he didn't care who it was? Did that make him a bad person?

No, he told himself for the hundredth time in the past hour. It made him human.

He took a deep steadying breath, palming the wad of bills in the pocket of his leather jacket as he walked beneath the flicking light of a streetlamp. There were men and women, whores, all of them, watching him closely as he walked by…calling out to him, offering him the best night of his life. For the right price, of course.

None of them really appealed to him though. Well, the men did…but he was looking for a certain type. He wanted someone vulnerable. Someone who was even weaker…no, not weaker…simply…fragile he supposed. Because he was always the one breaking, shattering, left to pick up the pieces while the one who smashed him apart walked away without a scratch.

His mouth was inexplicably dry and he swallowed hard, working his jaw and tongue to try and produce moisture as his eyes darted around him at the half-naked bodies hidden in shadow. Maybe this wasn't a good idea…maybe he should just go home and spend the night curled up reading like he'd spent the past month since the break-up.

No. No, dammit he was going to do this.

He squared his shoulders, straightening up and walking with a little more pride than he really felt. Because who the fuck is proud about hunting down a hooker? He might as well act the part, though.

There was a tall, slender silhouette standing under the next lamp, leaning against the metal post and resting one heeled boot on it casually. Those legs…wrapped in leather and long and lean and…damn they never stopped.

Blaine approached him, licking his lips nervously and wishing his hands would just stop shaking already.

"Er…" he said as he stopped. How exactly did you ask someone to have sex with you again?

"What do you want?" the man said in a bored voice, high and sweet and soft despite the obvious lack of interest. He didn't even turn to look at him.

"Um…sex," Blaine said blankly. What the hell else would he want?

The man scoffed, setting his boot down on the pavement with a loud clack as he turned to Blaine, his face still hidden in the glare of the streetlight.

"No shit," he said. "What kind?"

"Um…" Blaine blinked, blushing suddenly. Maybe he should have thought this out more.

The man sighed. "First time?" he said, a little more kindly.

"Y-yes," Blaine said. So much for being the dominant one. He sounded like a fucking virgin.

"Tell you what," the man said, folding his arms across his chest, which was covered only by a thin, black vest. "You give me the money and we'll see where it goes. If you want less than what you give me, I'll give you the change."

"I don't need change," Blaine said, fumbling with the wad of bills he pulled out of his pocket. "Y-you can keep it." If there was one thing he had plenty of, it was money. His trust fund had made sure of that. He passed the man the thick roll of bills tied off with a rubber band.

The man accepted it, snapping off the rubber band and counting it swiftly. "Two grand?" he said, sounding impressed. "Well, fuck, handsome, for this you can do whatever you want." He laughed lightly, sweet and tinkling.

Blaine smiled nervously. "Er, can we, um, go somewhere?" he said, glancing around nervously. Okay, so the chances of getting recognized here weren't exactly high…but still, he'd just given a man money for sex…. Holy shit, he'd just paid someone for sex. What the fuck was wrong with him? He took a few breaths to calm himself down.

"Relax," the man said, laughing again. "I won't bite. Unless you want me to, that is." His voice dropped down, low and seductive and Blaine suddenly wished he could see his face. To see the lips that had formed those smooth words and the eyes that were watching him from beneath that yellow light.

"Where do you want to go?"

"W-what?" Blaine said, shaking his head slightly to clear it.

"Where do you want to go?" the man said slowly.

Great, now he thinks I'm fucking stupid…. "Er…there's a Hilton nearby," he said. Prostitutes usually used hotels, right?

"Oh, big spender, are we?" the man said, laughing again.

Blaine stared at him.

"Hilton's fine," the man said. "You got a cab?"

"Oh, um, right," Blaine said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and nearly dropping it from his sweat-slicked flingers. He dialed the number of the cab he'd been dropped of in. It was a discrete company. One that didn't ask questions or take names. He told the driver where he was and slipped his phone back into his jacket, tapping his foot nervously as he waited in silence.

The cab pulled up to the curb a few minutes later and he opened the door, waiting.

The man laughed at the gesture. "There's no need to be polite," he said. He stepped out of the light and Blaine stared as he got his first good look at him.

He'd already seen that he was tall and lithe but he hadn't expected him to have such pale, flawless skin, such perfect pink lips and chestnut hair, and, holy shit, those eyes. They were blue and grey and green all at the same time. Like nothing he'd ever seen before. And there was the faintest trace of smokey makeup lining them that only intensified their color. Fuck, they were blue.

"Are you coming or not?"

Blaine blinked and blushed, realizing he'd just been standing there staring for a full thirty seconds. He climbed into the back seat of the cab, sliding over so the other man—he really needed to find out his name—glided in next to him and crossed his legs primly.

"Where to now?" the cab driver grunted.

"Er…Hilton, West 35th," Blaine said, avoiding the driver's eyes.

The driver grunted in reply and pulled out onto the street.

Blaine drummed his fingers nervously on his knee, staring out through the window as they rode along in silence.

"Relax."

Blaine turned to look at the man sitting next to him. He was smiling gently, encouragingly.

"You don't have to be so nervous," he said, reaching out to wrap his long, smooth fingers around Blaine's thigh. He squeezed gently, winking as his hand glided back and forth across the sensitive skin on the inside of Blaine's leg.

Blaine inhaled sharply at the touch. It felt good. Damn good. He bit back a moan as he felt himself growing hard. The man laughed softly and withdrew his hand.

"That's better," he said.

Blaine bit his lip anxiously as they pulled up to the hotel a few minutes later. He paid the driver, tipping him generously to keep his mouth shut, and stepped out of the cab onto the sidewalk with the other man…whore…prostitute? He had not idea what to call him.

"Shit, here," he said, peeling off his jacket as the man shivered in the chill breeze.

He stared at the jacket for a moment, a faint smirk on his face, before accepting it. "You really are new to this, aren't you?" he said as he slipped his pale arms through the sleeves.

They stepped into the empty lobby together, Blaine glancing around nervously as they approached the front desk, where a bored-looking young girl sat flipping through a magazine.

"Er," Blaine said, anxiously. "I'd like a room. Please."

"What kind?" the girl said, not looking up as she chomped on her gum and turned the page in her magazine.

"Um…King, city view…please," Blaine said, his foot tapping involuntarily. The other man made a noise of faint surprise.

The girl glanced up at them, cocking an eyebrow as she took in the other man's appearance. But she accepted Blaine's cash and handed him a keycard as he signed the paper she passed him.

"Well, enjoy your stay at the Hilton, Mr…Anderson," she said, glancing at his signature.

"Thank you," Blaine muttered, taking the keycard and moving quickly to the elevators on the other side of the lobby, the other man's boot clicking loudly on the tiled floor.

He jammed his finger down on the up button and the doors opened immediately to allow them in. Stepping into the elevator, he pressed the number '12' button anxiously, avoiding his companion's eyes. He was starting to have second thoughts about this.

"So, Mr. Anderson," the other man said, turning to him and smiling faintly. "Have you put any more thought into exactly what you want me to do to you tonight?" He licked his lips slowly and Blaine shivered.

"N-not really," he stammered.

"Well, like I said," the man said as the doors opened to a soft-carpeted hallway. "You can do whatever the hell you want if you're paying me this much. All that, and a posh hotel." He laughed. "I feel like a real special guy."

Blaine tried to smile but those muscles didn't seem to work right now. Nothing seemed to work right now. He stumbled a little as they reached the door labeled '1219' and he slid the cardkey into the lock. It took him four tries to get it right; then the light turned green and he pushed the door in to a bright, airy room with wide windows overlooking New York.

"Wow," the other man said, sounding impressed. "Very nice." He walked past Blaine to the wall of windows, gazing out across the bright city lights.

Blaine closed the door and walked to the edge of the bed, stopping and gazing around awkwardly.

"So…um…" He tossed the cardkey onto the desk, not really sure what to do next.

The other man turned around, pressing his back up against the window and giving Blaine a look that made him wonder if he'd ever actually had a mother because damn…Blaine was already getting hard again just seeing the way his eyes smoldered with lust.

"C-can I ask what your name is?" Blaine said nervously. It was bad enough that he was paying him. He really didn't want him to forever be the nameless prostitute in his head.

"Kurt," the man said, his voice that same low, sultry tone it had been in the alley.

"Is that a—"

"It's my real name," the man said. "I swear."

"Alright," Blaine said, twisting his fingers anxiously together. "I'm Blaine."

"Blaine," Kurt said, tilting his head to the side as he considered the name. "Blaine Anderson. Very sexy."

"Er…thanks," Blaine murmured.

"So, Blaine Anderson," Kurt said, taking a few steps towards him and letting Blaine's coat slip off his shoulders onto the floor. "What do you want me to do? I can suck you off or you can fuck me on the bed or on the floor or up against the wall. Whatever you want, baby."

Blaine swallowed, his mouth dry again. "Er, can I just…um, just kiss you first?"

Kurt stared at him. He looked like he was about to laugh or mock him. But then he simply shrugged, smiling faintly. "Alright. It's your money."

Blaine took a few steps towards him, stopping when he was a foot away and lifting his hands hesitantly.

Kurt shook his head, sighing a little impatiently and closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to Blaine's and angling his head so they fit closely together. He didn't waste any time forcing Blaine's mouth open with his tongue, slipping it into side and exploring every inch.

Blaine struggled to keep up, his hands hanging limply at his side as Kurt wrapped his own fingers around Blaine's ass, gripping it firmly as he ran his tongue along the back of Blaine's teeth and flicked lightly at his palette. He tasted sweet and his lips were just as soft and smooth as they looked.

Kurt groaned faintly as he squeezed Blaine's ass, grinding his hips forward so his erection pressed against Blaine's thigh.

"Shit," he breathed into Blaine's mouth. "This is actually pretty fucking hot."

Blaine most definitely agreed. He was aching in his jeans already despite the fact that he was still nervous as hell. Kurt rocked against him again and Blaine growled in his throat at the sensation, the rush of blood filling him with confidence. He grabbed Kurt's hips and pulled him against him, digging his fingernails into the partially exposed hipbones.

"What do you want?" Kurt gasped as Blaine moved his mouth to his pale neck, sucking and nibbling at the soft skin.

Blaine rolled his hips and Kurt let out a low moan. "I want you on your knees. Now."

Kurt laughed lightly but complied, dropping down to the floor and immediately working at Blaine's belt.

"Condom?" Kurt said, glancing up at him as he unzipped his fly.

Blaine reached into his back pocket and fumbled with his wallet, pulling out one of the condoms that he'd bought that morning and tossing it down to Kurt, who opened it with his teeth as he freed Blaine from his briefs.

"Damn," Kurt mumbled around the wrapped, raising his eyebrows at the site of Blaine's cock. "Not bad." He rolled the condom skillfully onto Blaine, who shook with anticipation, twitching his hips towards Kurt's mouth. "Easy, tiger," Kurt said, tossing away the condom wrapper.

He wrapped his fingers around the base of Blaine's cock, squeezing and pumping gently before running his tongue up the length, gazing up at Blaine with a wide-eyed expression of innocent hunger.

"Fuck," Blaine groaned, throwing back his head at Kurt sucked gently on the head of Blaine's cock, pressing the tip of his tongue along the slit before taking him into his mouth all the way to his fingers. "Oh, shit," Blaine breathed as Kurt swirled his tongue around him skillfully, hollowing out his cheeks and bobbing his head, eyes never leaving Blaine's.

Kurt moaned hungrily around him, slurping and sucking like Blaine was a damn lollipop.

"Dammit," Blaine whined, fisting his hands in Kurt's soft hair and forcing him further down around him. Kurt didn't protest, even as Blaine felt him hitting the back of his throat. "Fuck that's…ugh…so hot."

Kurt hummed around him, moving his fingers down to carefully caress Blaine's balls.

"Fuck!" Blaine almost screamed. He hadn't been touched with so much care in fucking years. He was always the one taking care of someone. "Up," he grunted as he felt himself getting close. "On the bed."

Kurt pulled off his with a faint pop, his lips red and swollen and his hair mussed. He slipped off his vest and sat on the edge of the bed, unzipping his boots as Blaine kicked off his shoes and peeled his shirt over his head.

He heard Kurt inhale sharply and turned to see his blue eyes raking his toned arms and chest with just as much hunger as Blaine felt seeing Kurt's pale form stretched across the bed, now completely naked.

Blaine pulled of his jeans and briefs and moved to stand between Kurt's legs, leaning over to suck hard at the spot just below his collarbone.

Kurt whimpered and bucked his hips up into Blaine's stomach, pre-cum smearing over Blaine as he did.

"Shit," Kurt whined, closing his eyes and tossing his head to the side as Blaine dragged his fingernails down his smooth chest.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Blaine panted into his ear, tracing his tongue along the shell before biting down on the lobe and sucking lightly.

Kurt half-laughed, half-gasped. "Not really up to me," he said, his chest heaving as Blaine licked away the sweat beading there.

"Say it," Blaine growled. "I want you to say you want me to fuck you. And I want you to mean it." He grabbed Kurt's throbbing cock and pumped hard, swiping his thumb over the slit and spreading pre-cum over the head.

"Ah, fuck me!" Kurt gasped, arching his hips off the bed into Blaine's hand. "Christ, just fuck me already, Blaine. Dammit, I want your cock in me, now."

"Better," Blaine hissed, chuckling darkly. He grabbed Kurt's legs and slung them over his shoulders, reaching up to stick two fingers into Kurt's mouth. Kurt sucked them obediently, coating them in saliva and groaning impatiently.

Blaine pulled his fingers free and trailed them down Kurt's stomach, leaving a wet streak behind them that he blew on lightly. Kurt writhed beneath him, clawing at the bedspread and practically crying as he begged for Blaine to hurry up.

Blaine grazed his slick fingers over Kurt's entrance, massaged gently for a moment before sliding them inside, eliciting a loud moan from Kurt, who tightened his legs around Blaine's neck to try and gain leverage and fuck himself on Blaine's fingers. It was hot and tight inside Kurt, though Blaine could tell he'd already prepared himself before he'd hired him.

"I want you to beg," Blaine growled, his fingers unmoving inside Kurt. "Beg for me to fuck you."

Kurt worked himself around Blaine in short, insistent thrusts. "Fuck," he panted, licking his lips. "Fuck me, Blaine, please, fuck me. I want you to fuck my ass hard and make me scream and I want you to come inside me and, fuck, Blaine, I want you, please."

Blaine shoved his fingers deep inside Kurt, hitting his prostate and earning him and loud cry. He pulled his fingers free and positioned himself, gripping Kurt's hips and pulling him to the very edge of the bed before pushing inside him in one smooth thrust. He groaned at the sudden heat and pressure, digging his nails into Kurt's skin so hard that Kurt whimpered.

"So fucking tight," he breathed, bucking his hip as he pulled Kurt towards him.

Kurt bit his lip hard.

"Don't you dare be quiet," Blaine growled. "Scream, Kurt. I want to hear you fucking scream my name."

Kurt nodded, his eyes shut tightly and his lips quivering with each shaking breath. "Just move," he pleaded. "Please, Blaine, move."

Blaine held his hips firmly in place and pulled out slowly before thrusting back in hard and getting a loud shout from Kurt as he hit his prostate again.

"Yes!" Kurt screamed as Blaine picked up a steady pace, pushing deep inside him with every drive of his hips. "Blaine, fuck, yes."

"That's right," Blaine said, watching Kurt falling apart and scrabbling at the comforter to try and get a hold for his trembling hands. "You fucking love it, don't you? Do you love my cock, Kurt?"

"Yes," Kurt gasped. "God, yes, Blaine, fuck, yes, I love it."

Blaine dropped his head to his chest, panted and grunting as he picked up his pace. He was close. He could feel the tight coiling heat low in his abdomen. Wrapping his fingers around Kurt's leaking cock, he pumped in time with the movement of his hips.

Kurt was making the sexiest sounds he'd ever heard. Breathy little whimpers tossed in with loud shouts of pleasure. Sweat dripped down Blaine's face and chest, the scent of sex was everywhere. He could practically taste it.

"Come for me," Blaine growled. "Kurt, come for me."

Kurt whined and tightened around Blaine as he obeyed, cum spurting from him across Blaine's chest and stomach, some of it even reaching up to his chin and Kurt shook, his legs tightening around him.

"Fuck, that's hot," Blaine groaned. He thrust a few more times and them he was coming, too. So hard he thought he might black out. He rode his orgasm out for what seemed like ages, his hands gripping Kurt's pale thighs.

He gasped and gulped down air as he slumped against the side of the bed, closing his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. Feeling himself growing soft, he pulled out of Kurt, both of them wincing slightly at the feeling.

He tied of the condom, stumbling slightly as he went to throw it in the trash. He didn't even care what anyone thought anymore if they found it. Staggering back to the bed, he collapsed next to Kurt on his back, closing his eyes and attempting to slow his racing heart. The mattress shifted as Kurt rolled onto his side and began licking the drying cum and sweat from Blaine's chest.

"Fuck," Blaine groaned, wincing as he felt himself trying to get hard again so soon.

Kurt lapped at him silently until he was completely clean before falling back onto the bed again with a sated sigh. "That was…well, that was fucking fantastic," he said. "Maybe you should do this for a living."

Blaine laughed weakly. "Thanks…I think," he said, opening his eyes to glance at Kurt, who looked faintly dazed.

"Yea, definitely a compliment," Kurt said.

Blaine watched him for a moment before leaning over to give him a long, lazy kiss, moaning as tasted what he knew was a combination of Kurt and his own sweat. He lay back again after a minute, feeling incredibly drowsy.

"I should go," Kurt said, sitting up and sliding to the end of the bed.

"What?" Blaine said, frowning and propping himself up on one elbow. "Why?"

Kurt glanced over his shoulder at him incredulously. "Well, it's not like I expect you to buy me breakfast or anything," he said with a laugh as he pulled his vest on.

"I will," Blaine said, watching him closely.

Kurt scoffed.

"No, seriously," Blaine said, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "Stay. If what I gave you isn't enough, I have more."

Kurt stopped in the process of searching for his pants and stared at him, frowning faintly. "You know, you don't have to be nice to me," he said, quirking an eyebrow.

"Well, I want to," Blaine said, smiling. "If this is weird for you though, you can go. I just thought…I mean, that was incredible. And I'm not exactly busy tomorrow so…."

Kurt blinked, watching him closely for a moment before his face split into a grin. "Alright," he said, shrugging and dropping his boots. "Why the hell not?"

Blaine watched him slip his vest back off his shoulders.

"So, what do you want me to do now?" Kurt said, pursing his lips in a business-like manner.

"Well," Blaine said, standing up and walking towards him with a faint smirk. "I was going to shower. Care to join me?"

Kurt chuckled. "Well, if you insist," he said, his voice low and enticing again. He turned and walked towards the bathroom, glancing over his shoulder at Blaine, who grinned and followed after him. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.