Disclaimer: I do NOT own rights to any of the characters from Glee. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: Inspiration from British Pop Band 'Steps' on this one... though the lyrics have been adapted somewhat.
Title: 5, 6, 7, 8...
'It's time to begin so count me in,
...5,6,7,8'
Panting with exertion Kurt steadied himself on shaking legs. Sweat was pouring in rivulets down his back, he shivered slightly as a cool breeze wafted over his overheated skin.
"You... you don't have to do this..."
A panting voice said from behind and below him. He ignored the voice in favour of concentrating on his task chanting his mantra as he did,
"Just relax... just relax... just relax..."
'Ah... there... that's the spot...see? He knew he could do this!'
It wasn't painful per se it was just a little uncomfortable, like being a little too full after a good meal. He could feel the denim rubbing against the back of his thighs, scratching them slightly and the sensation went straight to his cock.
'My poop chuting baby is driving me crazy, my obsession from a western my dance-floor date..."
Reaching behind him he took hold of the Stetson within his reach and with a cry of
"Yeeha – giddyup... he arrived at his destination"
Bouncing like a bucking bronco Kurt started to squeal rhythmically as his over-sensitive body was played like a fiddle,
'My roller boy romeo, a cowboy guy from head to toe'
He could feel the end coming, the fireworks were beginning to explode behind his eyes and he could hear strangled grunting coming from behind him.
'Gonna make you mine, better get in line'
With a strangled yelp Kurt's cock twitched and thick ropey jets of cum arced from him to land on the carpet. A warmth spread through him as he felt a pleasant warmth within him complete with similar grunting from behind.
Catching his breath, Kurt placed his hands on the arms of the chair and levered himself upwards with a wet plop.
"That... that was amazing..." said the voice.
Unable to trust himself to speak at the moment Kurt could only nod in agreement.
"Are... are you alright?" concern laced the tone. Kurt nodded again before clearing his now hoarse throat.
Turning towards the source of the concerned voice, Kurt looked up a thoroughly dishevelled and deliciously fucked Artie.
"You know it didn't matter right?" he asked.
Kurt looked offended.
"Of course it mattered... I wanted to do it..."
Artie just looked at the beautiful boy in front of him, his chest was still heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.
"It's your own fault for having such a massive cock... 4 inches I could do..." he said grimacing, "... I sure as hell wasn't going to ignore 5, 6, 7 & 8..."
Artie just laughed at the soprano as he took in the flushed skin, the hands on his hips and realised that he loved the boy.
"I love you Kurt..."
The brilliant smile he received in return was reward enough, the reply though was magical,
"I love you too Artie."
A/N: OK, picture the scene – it's 2am – you have work in the morning. You can't get STEPS out of your head and you've linked it with this scene in your head.
I'm so glad I got it out!
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