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Here is a prompt that I got a while back and just now am managing to post because having no internet is absolutely terrible. Also, my beta had covid and rose from the dead to beta this for me. ily, Alex 3
(Yes, I've been cackling over the title for like ten minutes now)

Anonymous Prompt: Kurt/Mike - Body Worship - Abs
I hope you enjoy, Anon!

Riding the Washboard

1

Mike hasn't been with Kurt for very long, but he wants to believe that he knows the boy pretty well. He knows when something is off with him, even if he can't really figure it out at first. He just knows it has something to do with their sex life.

Of course, Kurt loves Mike'shis body as much as Mike loves his. That much is obvious whenever they are together intimately and can't seem to stop touching one another. Another way is when Kurt's eyes will linger on him whenever they were practicing a number for glee club and Mike opts to take his shirt off under the powerful lights on the stage (which he may or may nor be doing for Kurt's pleasure as well).)

However, there has been a sort of focus to Kurt's lust as of late; one he hadn't noticed at first. For one, he's wanted to be on top lately. Not topping, but being on top: riding Mike all the time.

Not that Mike is complaining, at all. He's just noticed a switch from their usual variety, and he began wondering about it almost three weeks ago, but Kurt didn't eludeallude to anything. Even post-coital when he was sleepy and a tad cuddly.

"Can I ask you something, hun?" Mike says, tightening his arms around the smaller and naked pale body at his front when Kurt tenses up at the question. He even tried to use the boy's favorite pet name to keep him calm, but of course it's Kurt and he worries about everything.

"Sure," he answers, dragging out the syllable a little bit. He is either tired or wary.

"It has been a while since I've... you know-" he picks his hand up to gesture vaguely in the air, losing his own sense of the question as he asks it. He doesn't want Kurt to think that there is something wrong with how they've been having sex, he's just more or less curious.

But then a less than pleasant thought occurs to him: what if Kurt doesn't like when they don't use that position? "And," he continues, a little bit more unsure of himself than he was before, "I was wondering if there was a reason, or- or if I wasn't doing something right before and-"

"What? No-" Kurt slides away from Mike a little to flip over to face him. He cups Mike's cheek and says with a small smile, "You haven't done anything wrong, what made you think that?"

Mike could hear and see the concern in his lover, but he still wasn't sure. He should have mentioned something sooner, unaware of how much anxiety he has built up over this issue until now. But looking back, he has been thinking about it a lot lately.

"It's just been a while since I've top- um, like I've been on top," he stumbles through.

Kurt bites his bottom lip for a second and then drops his hand from Mike's face. "I thought you liked it when I ride you?"

His voice is small and insecure. This is why Mike dislikes (but not really because logically he knows that the only way to get through these feelings are to talk about them) having these conversations because it's just the both of them doubting themselves back and forth, but he knows oh-how oh-so -important they are to have if they want to continue to have a fluid relationship and sex life.

"Yes, yes, I do. I was only wondering if there was a reason that you've only been doing that. I'm not complaining, Kurt," he says the last part in a gentle murmur, pouring all of his sincerity into it.

"Oh."

Kurt is quiet for a long moment before a deep blood blush flushes his cheeks and he squirms a little. Mike's not sure what that means, but he runs a hand up and down his boyfriend's back in reassurance.

But then he had flipped back over and snuggled down for an after-sex nap, the conversation thoroughly dropped.

Mike kind of wants to bring the subject up again because it is clear that Kurt has a reason for it, just not one he's entirely comfortable with talking about out loud to Mike just yet. So, Mike will be patient and wait until Kurt is ready.

2

It was six days ago that they'd had that start to a conversation, and it had been that long since they've found the time to be with each other. Now though, his mother and father were away for a medical conference (his father the doctor and his mother the supporting wife, now that Mike was far old enough to take care of himself and could stay home alone) and the young couple had the house to themselves for the night.

So naturally, Kurt came over and they cooked dinner and watched a movie to cuddle during, and now they are upstairs in Mike's bedroom. And oh boy, were they really enjoying the empty house and ability to be loud.

"Ah aah- Mike!" Kurt throws his head back and moves his hips faster, thighs moving and shifting, pumping his body up and down on Mike's hard cock.

Mike moans and pulls his knees up, bracing his feet on the bed and his thighs pressed into Kurt's backside, and thrusts up while pulling Kurt's hips down. The benefit of using this position as much as they have: they have mastered moving their bodies together like this.

"Mhm- Mi-iy-kuh," Kurt moans, gasped syllable punctuated with a thrust that shot liquid fiery pleasure throughout both of their bodies and fuck, it's clear that he loves taking Mike's cock.

"Fuck, Kurt-" It was rare that Kurt could get Mike to swear, but when he did it was almost always paired with harder thrusts and delicious finger-shaped imprints on the flesh at his hips as the athlete went a little mad with pleasure. Tonight was no different.

"You close?" Kurt leans forward, not enough to disturb their rhythm though, to plant a loving kiss on Mike's cheek.

So distractingly different from the onslaught of raw passion between their bodies. It's one of the things Mike loves about Kurt, honestly.

"Yeah-ah, you?" Mike is flat on his back save for his bent legs, so he is unable to chase after Kurt's mouth for a deeper kiss without throwing them off course and that's not what either of them want.

Kurt doesn't answer Mike, instead, he moves his hands from where they were balancing themselves on Mike's biceps and he takes his hard, drooling cock with his right hand and places his left hand on the hardest part of Mike's abdomen that was contracting with every thrusting movement.

Thinking he was about to jerk himself off to completion, Mike is surprised when Kurt presses his hard member into the rigid abs of his boyfriend's stomach. This is the first time that he's done something like this (not that Mike really cares, he's already a mess of sweat, precum, and soon the result of Kurt's climax will be on him as well) but it's the implications of Kurt rubbing his hard dick on him that seems to be… getting him off?

"Kurt, baby," Mike says, trying to lean up and pull the smaller body closer as he continues to rush towards his tipping point.

But Kurt surprises him more, "No- I, just let me, just let me."

He uses the hand that is balancing himself and pushes Mike back to the bed. Then he starts grinding – giving Mike the most wonderful friction – but even with his sex-fogged brain, he realizes that Kurt is not grinding back onto Mike's dick, but more so forward to rub his twitching member into the muscular plains of Mike's body.

And fuck, that's when he realizes that this isn't the first time that Kurt has done this. It's just the first time that he's done it so obviously and desperately. Because he is desperate. He's whining non-stop and just rocking back and forth and holy shit, okay, that's hot.

"Mhm-iy-" Kurt starts to cry out what Mike assumes is his name.

And shit, he must be so close and just can't get himself to tip over and that makes Mike's midsection clench up with his impending orgasm. He's not sure if he's ever been this turned on before.

He wants to get his boyfriend this close, too. So, he grabs Kurt's pale, beautiful thighs and uses the leverage he has from his legs still being bent and flips them.

Kurt gasps at the sudden change of gravity, "wait-"

"Just let me," Mike echoes him from earlier and Kurt relaxes as much as his tensed body will allow him. They are still in a race to their finishes.

Mike had slipped out of Kurt's body when they flipped, and he doesn't make any move to push back in. Instead, he presses Kurt back into the mattress – and damn, it has been a while since he's done this because he may have just remembered how good it is to have Kurt squirming underneath him like this – and rubs his dick against Kurt's lube-wet taint and balls.

It must be working for him because his moans and cries of pleasure have started up again, but Mike still isn't done. He knows now what Kurt's been trying to do (or at least he's pretty sure he does, they probably should still talk about it later, he makes a mental note) and he wants to help his boyfriend out.

He leans down farther, so that most of his body weight is pressed into Kurt and tucks his arms up under Kurt's shoulder blades; he's holding himself up by his elbows in a plank form with Kurt tucked up under him. He has to do this particular planking exercise very often to keep up the strength of his core muscles and given that some of his body weight is still resting on the body underneath his, it is nothing to hold the position.

"What are you-" Kurt starts to ask, but then Mike starts moving and his question ends in a gasp.

Kurt had been trying to get some friction from Mike's abs (which he doesn't understand that entirely, so they will definitely have to have a conversation about it) but it wasn't working very well because Kurt was still trying to please Mike while he rode him, and that just wouldn't do for the taller of two.

So here they are in this position, with Mike's dick still tucked into the crease where Kurt's thigh meets his groin and Kurt's erection is tightly wedged between their bodies. So, when Mike starts up a slow grind, leading with his abdominal muscles more than his hips, he feels his wet head drag over each rigid ab of his – which he is totally keeping tight and flexed.

"Oh- oh," Kurt breaths. He starts writhing in pleasure and that only drags his dick more and creates more friction that is clearly getting him off.

Mike's dick is going a little tacky with lube as it dries, but he is getting some glorious friction as well. Usually Mike likes his glide a little smoother, but he's not about to stop again now that they are so close. He nuzzles down into Kurt's neck, licking and sucking on the sweat-slick skin there, and pushes into his body harder.

"Tha-uh-kuh you-oo, thank you," Kurt chants, legs kicking out on either side of Mike's.

"Christ," Mike swears again, panting against his boyfriend's skin. "You're loving this, aren't you?"

Kurt positively keens and bucks up widely, "yes, yes, yes- oh."

And then he's coming, and his chest is heavingheavying as he pants and gasps his way through it. It isn't often that Kurt letslet's himself completely fall apart like this, but damn it is the hottest thing Mike has ever witnessed.

His hands come up and scratch over Mike's shoulders and one hand ends up in his hair, tugging and pulling on it while he rides out the aftershocks.

"That's it, baby," Mike sighs, rutting quickly into Kurt's thigh.

He's been close for a little while now and fuck, he wants that sweet, sweet release right now. When Kurt wraps his thin but muscular legs around Mike's hips, ankles crossing over top Mike's ass, and continues to pump his hips forward for Mike's benefit, he loses it. The soaring feeling travels up his spine and he pumps his load messily onto the bed and body underneath him.

They're both a mess of sweat and cum. The moment his breathing has started to return to normal, and Kurt releases his legs' grip to relax into the bed, he feels just how disgusting they are.

"Oh, gross," Kurt shifts and echoes his boyfriend's thoughts.

"Yeah," Mike laughs a little as he sits up.

Strings of their release connect between their bodies before the distance is enough for it to drip down onto the bed and Kurt. There isn't an extreme amount or anything, but definitely more than they are used to cleaning up. Kurt shot almost up to the tops of their chests.

"You came like… a lot," Mike says with a little disbelief.

"I- well, it's been a while since we've… you know, and I really enjoyed that."

Kurt lays out on the bed with lazy limbs and skin that is still very much flushed. He tucks his chin onto his chest and won't meet Mike's eyes when he says how much he enjoys it, but Mike doesn't want him to be embarrassed about it.

No time like the present to talk about it, he guesses. "So why is that- that you enjoyed it so much? Did I- is there something specifically that I did to make it- um, better?"

They've had plenty of conversations about sex (the start of their entire relationship relied on them talking about everything, from Mike's sexuality to their attraction to one another, and then eventually to sex, and everything in between) so Mike is a little puzzled why Kurt didn't come to him about this first, but he supposed that the other boy might not have known? There is uncertainty there and that is why they are having this conversation, so they can get back on to the same page.

"Um," Kurt starts, bringing a hand up to play with his own hair distractingly – he may not like when other people mess with his hair through out the day, but when they are intimate it is one of the easiest ways to get him moaning and pliant. "I guess that I just lik- love the feeling of your…" his after-sex flush grows darker and his eyes flick around nervously.

Mike leans back over him and presses soothing kisses high up on his chest and collar bone, in places that there isn't dried cum. Mike is hoping to bring some encouragement to him so that he can finish talking about something that he shouldn't be embarrassed by.

Now that he isn't sitting above Kurt and starring at the boy, his shyness has evaporated and he finishes what he was saying, "…your abs. I mean, I love your body, you know that. But there is something about them and then the feeling of my dick rubbing- and uh, yeah."

"So you like the feeling of rubbing off on my abs?" Mike has moved up Kurt's body – careful to keep their sticky bodies apart – and he kisses over his right shoulder and whispers this into the space next to his head. His voice is tilted into a soft tease, but he's mostly serious.

"Yes," Kurt says quietly.

Mike's curiosity is getting the best of him, "what about it do you like?" He keeps his face buried in Kurt's neck.

"I like…" he starts, taking an extra second or two to ponder the question.

Mike keeps his balance on his arms and knees easily. He feels Kurt's hand come up and the boy's fingertips run softly up and down his arms, it's a soothing touch that Mike enjoys quite a bit.

"I like the feeling of it. I like getting off by like- using you to get off. And I just…-" the rest of his sentence comes out like a laugh, "-I really like your abs."

Mike grins cheekily and presses his lips to the side of Kurt's face, making a loud smacking sound when he pulls away.

"Is that weird?"

Mike pulls back farther so that he can see Kurt's face. "Not at all, hun."

Kurt's smile melts Mike all over again every time he is granted access to see it. They may still be relatively new to this whole thing – having only been going out for close to six months and only being sexually active for half of that time – but Mike already knows that he is head over heels for this precious boy.

"You have a kink, is all," Mike laughs and sits up again.

Kurt cocks his head to the side and gives Mike a confused look. "Would that be considered a kink?"

Mike just shrugs, silly grin pulling his lips up. "I don't know, actually, but let's go shower. I don't wanna be sticky anymore."

Kurt allows his boyfriend to pull him off the bed and haul him into the shower with many promises of cuddling after they are clean the bed sheets get changed. Usually, Kurt is the one who is strict on the clean up part, unless he's so relaxed that he gets lazy. But Mike loves it anyway because that means he's allowed to pamper him in the shower and for the rest of the night.

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