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Elliot was right, a shower did help, the burning hot water flushed his cheeks and loosened his limbs. He wondered if Elliot should have been in here with him, to kiss him, to run his soapy hands all over his body. But no, Elliot was somewhere in his room, probably riffling through his shoe shelf. Kurt had to hurry up before he found his Lady Gaga costume- no doubt Elliot would want to steal it. So, Kurt dried himself off, leaving his hair ruffled and tied his fluffy bathrobe around himself. He shuffled quietly into his room. What was that stupid thing Elliot had said when they first had sex?

"Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel and I will be auditioning for the role as botto- SANTANA!" there Santana was, rummaging through his bed side draw, Elliot somewhere on the far wall.

"I tried to stop her, I really did." Elliot whispered, Seeing Kurt's face, fuming.

"Bottom, Kurt, only the audition? I thought you would have gotten the part by now."

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for these." Santana flung a pair of handcuffs at his face, "Unless you want Berry barging in here singing show tunes at two in the morning. I've distracted her enough with a picture of Barbra Streisand, but she's gone loopy."

"Should we take her to the hospital?" Elliot asked.

"Don't be silly. It's like that time Shuster's ex-wife became a nurse and drugged the whole glee club."

"You were drugged at school?" Elliot looked mortified.

"Anyway, I'll deal with Berry while you two continue the 'audition', don't forget to remove the pole out of Lady Hummel's ass before you stick your cock in there."

"Could you be any more crass!" Kurt hissed as Santana grinned on her way out. But when she opened the door, there she was, Rachel, crying with a picture of Streisand in her hand.

"I want my nose to be just like hers!"

"Berry your nose is fine, go away." Kurt sighed, hoping Santana would haul the girl out of his doorframe before she spied Elliot in his room.

"Elliot!" Rachel cried, it was too freakin' late, he had been seen. "Elliot what are you doing in here. Kurt! how could you!"

"Rachel, your delusional again." But of course, that wasn't going to work right now, where was that murderous leprechaun when you needed him?

"Don't go telling me he's just a friend, you're in a bathrobe for god's sake, at this time of night?"

"Rachel stop!" Kurt bellowed. "Elliot is Adam!"

"He doesn't look anything like Adam."

"No, I mean, I lied to you about Adam, we're not seeing each other, I'm only seeing Elliot and it's getting kind of serious and I don't want to hear a word about how bands break up over relationships, and I want you all out of my room right now!" Kurt basically hauled the two girls out of his room and slammed the door.

Then the door opened again, just a crack. "Does this mean the sex is less hot now everyone knows?"

"Get out!" Kurt slammed the door on Santana's face. "Why does she keep asking me that?"

"She probably wants to watch."

"Over my dead body."

"I'm not into necrophilia, Kurt."

Kurt flopped face first into his pillows, not going to dignify Elliot with an answer. He felt the bed dip beside him, then a hand placed gently on the small of his back, and a set of lips and warm breath by his ear.

"Do you know what we should do now?"

"Commit a double murder and hide the bodies?" it was difficult staying angry when Elliot was kissing down the nape of his neck. The man moved and straddled Kurt, sitting on his ass while kneading his thumbs into the muscles under his shoulder blades.

"No, we can be as loud as we want now, no need to hide." Elliot's kisses burrowed into the collar of his robe. "How about you take this off."

"Only if you keep using your hands like this." Kurt's entire body was putty as Elliot pinched the little muscles running from his neck to his shoulders. Kurt wriggled a little to untie his robe and let Elliot peel it back from his body. Kurt turned his head to look up from his pillow. Elliot was still dressed.

"Close your eyes."

"You're not naked."

"Be patient."

Kurt felt the rough drag of denim against the outside of his thighs as Elliot sat on his ass and ran his hands down his back.

"I know you're hard, jeans can't be comfortable." Kurt said, then tried not to gasp as Elliot started prodding the stiffened muscle's down his spine. Endorphins flooded down his body.

"Oh, they are not comfortable at all." Elliot said, as Kurt's hand came up behind him to blindly grope around Elliot's crotch. "I'll get my turn." He batted Kurt's hand out of the way. Elliot forced him to relax, and Kurt groaned every time Elliot's fingers pressed into a knot in his back. His body flushed with some weird new kind of arousal, making him groan as his flesh was poked and prodded into some mushy happy place.

"God, there, right there." Kurt whined as Elliot's thumbs flicked over a particularly tight rope of muscle.

"You want me here?" Elliot's fingers brushed gently. Freakin' tease!

"Elliot, please." Kurt whined.

"Please." He must have sounded desperate because the next thing Kurt knew was Elliot had his thumb pressed into that same spot.

"Yes!" Kurt may have said a little too loudly. He couldn't help it, whatever magic Elliot was weaving with this massage, Kurt's wardrobe could have spontaneously combusted and he wouldn't care. Elliot worked all down his back, then scootched down and began to press his palms into Kurt's naked ass. Kurt's erection was being painfully shoved into the mattress, but he didn't care, he didn't even realise he had muscle in his ass that needed so much attention. Then, all of a sudden, Elliot was gone.

"No, Elliot, come back." Kurt whined, opening his eyes. Elliot was standing beside the edge of the bed.

"Are you sure about that?" Elliot said, lowering the zipper on his pants. Kurt reached a floppy hand out to trace the bulge in Elliot's exposed underwear.

"You would be the first, Elliot." Kurt said.

"Still nervous?"

"No." Kurt hummed, stroking Elliot's clothed cock with the back of his hand. "I'm glad it's you." Kurt grinned, a feeling of peace flooding his chest. Elliot brushed Kurt's cheek with his fingers then lay down beside him, pressing gentle kisses to his lips. His lips were so soft, Elliot brushed them left and right. Kurt smiled as their bodies fitted together, Elliot half laying just atop of Kurt with Kurt still stomach down in the sheets. Elliot's hand was smothering Kurt's ass cheek. his lips began to brush down Kurt's neck, then down his shoulders, down the centre of his spine. Oh, Elliot was kneeling down between Kurt's splayed legs, his lips at the base of his spine. The hot warmth of his breath made Kurt shiver.

"Lift yourself up a little." Elliot whispered, tugging Kurt's hips up off the mattress. Elliot's teeth grazed the moons of Kurt's ass. A lazy hand reached between Kurt's legs and pumped his cock gently. Then Elliot's face was between his cheeks. His nose nudging the ridge of his tailbone, his tongue hot and wet licking its way down to…

"Elliot!" Kurt gasped. "That feels incredible." And fuck! It did, Elliot's tongue flicked up and down Kurt's ass, then circled in on his hole. That tongue probed and prodded gently, wetting Kurt. Kurt arched his back, popping his ass even higher.

"Just you wait." Elliot said, his head rising from Kurt's ass, before nuzzling himself back in.

"Wait for what?" Kurt asked,

"Hmmmmhaaahmm." Elliot replied, vibrating everything between his lips. Kurt squealed, his breath hitching, his stomach clenching. Elliot's hand lazily circled his balls while his tongue circled equally lazy circles around Kurt's entrance. Then he felt that tongue probe, just a little, just teasing, hot breath and humming, god that humming, how did that feel so good? His entire body began to relax. The lapping of Elliot's tongue in his ass made him squeal and pant and gasp and make all sorts of sound before he could stop himself. And then he pulled his tongue away, exposing his ass to the cold air.

"Elliot, come back." God, why did Kurt have to sound so needy?

"I can't believe no one has done that to you before." Elliot grinned, reaching for the lube on the bedside table, "You moan like a bitch, I love it."

"I can tell." Kurt eyed Elliot's cock that came into his vision, it was throbbing so intensely, bobbing with every pulse, it must have been aching.

"No touching." Elliot pressed a hand to Kurt's mouth as he tried to lean forward to pop that cock between his lips. "You are such a slut."

"Oh really?" Kurt took that as a challenge and snatched at Elliot's hips and before Elliot knew what was happening. Elliot had been thrown flat on his back with Kurt's mouth around his dick.

"Kurt, fuck!" Elliot was wiggling, the bottle of lube still in his hand, his hips thrust and twisted, Kurt was working his mouth hard, so fucking hard, bobbing up and down, swallowing Elliot right to the back of his throat. "Kurt you have to stop!" Kurt knew why he had to stop, his tongue was tasting the salty the precum that was beginning to well. He could feel the thrill and pulse of Elliot under his lips. Kurt pulled off with a pop. Elliot pulled him from between his legs, so Kurt was straddling him. Kurt kneaded his palms into Elliot's chest, his thumb brushing that nipple ring.

"Stay like this." Elliot said, applying the lube to his fingertips. "I want to see your face." He slipped his hand between them and Kurt gave a gasp when the cold wetness brushed his hole. He fell forward a little, so their foreheads were touching, their cocks grazing their bellies. Elliot's fingers stroked gently, his other hand pumping Kurt lazily. Kurt's hands stroked the hair from Elliot's face, trusting his body to Elliot. Then he felt the slide of Elliot's first finger inside of him. Kurt gasped. Elliot caught his open mouth in his own as his finger began to slide gently in and out. The slow graze of a pull and push inside was doing things to Kurt.

"You're inside me." Kurt grinned, trying to force his body to relax, his ass clenched gently, then his body became distracted by Elliot pumping him and he relaxed again.

"An astute observation." Elliot laughed, taken aback by Kurt's sudden sheepishness. Even though he was on top, Kurt was entirely under Elliot's control. From the way Elliot had entrapped his neck with a firm hicky, to the way his hand was gripping his hip, to the one- no, two fingers inside of him. Kurt gasped, feeling himself stretch.

"You like that?" Elliot purred, sliding his fingers deeper, they were almost up to his knuckled. Kurt could feel him curling and he couldn't help himself, Kurt began to rock back on them. Maybe Elliot wasn't completely in charge.

"Yes." The stretch began to feel different; the sting was gone and all there was left was a throbbing ache and then... "Fuck!" Kurt's entire body shivered, his insides felt something new, like a buzzing thrill of… "Elliot do that again." Kurt was begging, dammit, Elliot was making him beg, those fingers weren't moving any more.

"Elliot, fucking do that again."

"Hmmmm." Elliot grinned, against the soft spot of Kurt's neck. "Say the magic word."

"Do it now."

"Manners." Elliot slipped his fingers out just a little.

"Now, please." Kurt gasped before the stubbornness could take over. But Elliot's fingers pulled all the way out and Kurt's ass was met with the blunt, firm nudge of Elliot's cock.

"You're ready?" Elliot asked. Kurt's ass felt hollow with nothing inside. This was it, their eyes met, foreheads pressed again. He relaxed his haunches as was already trying to lower himself down upon it.

"I'm ready." Kurt hissed as he lowered himself onto Elliot's cock. His ass stretched and burned as he slowly relaxed his thighs. He halted a moment, adjusting to the feeling. That full feeling, that stretching feeling. Elliot stroked his cock gently, as his hole relaxed, swallowing Elliot further and further. Elliot's cock head brushed firmly against Kurt's prostate. Fuck, that was a new feeling, it went right up through his spine.

"There." Kurt groaned a little louder than he expected to, rising just a little to find that pressure again. Then he sunk a little again. "Right there." Elliot watched him wordlessly, as Kurt gently rose and fell upon his cock, testing the angles, feeling the stretch and fullness. Kurt was doing all the work now, Elliot's hips were still.

"How does it feel?" Elliot checked in as Kurt sat himself deep down, taking all of Elliot in.

"Different." Kurt breathed in, beginning to rock his hips gently, rocking, rolling, feeling Elliot's cock head graze and brush and tease. "Good different, so good different." Kurt was rocking himself, using Elliot, Elliot who was between his legs, watching him, pleasure himself. Kurt leant forward a little, grunting, moaning.

"You like that baby?" Elliot's hips began to rise and fall, "You like riding me?"

"You know those pelvic thrusts you did in your audition?" Kurt gasped, leaning forward for a kiss.

"Hmm." Elliot moaned into Kurt's lips, then let his teeth graze between Kurt's lower lip.

"Can you do that?" Kurt remembered how Elliot thrust his hips into the air with his dumb tight pants, and now all he wanted was the firm hard brush of Elliot's cock head against his prostate. Part of him wanted something rough, part of him wanted Elliot to try and buck him off and Kurt force himself back down again. Was that too much for him to take? Would it hurt? Or was that what his insides were begging for?

"I could." Elliot was teasing now, slowly rising and lowering his hips, gently arching his back, all the while stroking Kurt's flanks. Kurt's spine rippled with the feeling of Elliot's firm hands, warm hands, rubbing, kneading down his back, then settling on his hips.

Their lips pressed together, moving over one another. Kurt moaned into them, nuzzling and brushing Elliot's cheek, lapping his tongue down against Elliot's neck.

"Don't make me beg." Kurt whined.

"I want to hear it."

"Don't want to." Kurt grinded his hips faster, feeling Elliot fill him, stretch him and fuck! Elliot's hips just jolted up, just once, just teasing. But the thrill filled his insides, his stomach clenching, the buzz of electricity flushed up to his stomach.

"Oh, you so want to beg." Elliot thrust one more time to punctuate his words.

"Hmmm Elliot." Kurt purred and nipped his ear, "Please. Please fuck me."

"Say it again." Elliot's tongue licked from the base of Kurt's neck up to his ear. Kurt growled and bit down across Elliot's jugular and sucked hard for a moment.

"Elliot, please. Fuck. Me."

"One more time."

"Elliot, I want you to make me come."

Elliot's hips flung Kurt forward, but Elliot's hands kept him firmly on Elliot's cock.

"Fuck!" Kurt groaned.

"It's what you asked for." Elliot grinned, before thrusting again, then again, Kurt was at his mercy, unable to move his body, between Elliot's hips and Elliot's hands on Kurt was no longer in control. Elliot was pulling and thrusting his cock in and out, banging hard against Kurt's prostate, not letting Kurt move at all. Elliot was in control. Kurt's body was burning, his insides aching, building, feeling more and more full, and fuck it was good, feeling Elliot's cock bury itself into him, feeling his body take him in ways he never realised he could.

"I want to touch you." Elliot growled. Kurt looked down between them, Kurt's cock was hard, hitting Elliot's stomach as he fucked up into him. But Elliot's hands were steadying Kurt, he needed both of them. "Touch yourself. Come all over me." Elliot was panting now, sweat dripping down his brow creases. Kurt didn't realise it until now, Elliot must be close, they way he held his breath, the way he forced his eyes open.

Kurt reached down between them, grasping his cock. Fuck, even that touch was so heightened. His prostate was being hammered at the perfect angle. He didn't need to move his fist much at all, his cock already buzzing on edge, his orgasm coming from somewhere deeper inside of him.

"Watch me." Kurt grunted, making Elliot open his eyes again. And he began to stroke his dick, slowly, firmly. That hard flesh rolling up and down in his hand. He wrapped the base of his cock firmly and tugged to his cock head.

"Faster." Elliot demanded. Kurt's hand began to fly, his body feeling like Elliot's sex toy but at the same time using Elliot, he was on top after all, and Elliot was at his mercy, his body pinning Elliot's underneath.

"You like watching me, don't you?"

"Kurt I'm so close."

"I can feel you." and Kurt could feel Elliot's cock head swell just a little, feeling a little firmer too, or was that everything inside of Kurt tightening. "I can feel all of you."

"You look the sexist I've ever seen you right now." Kurt couldn't see himself but if he could no doubt his face would have been flushed red, his veins on his forearms pumping as he jerked himself, sweat glittering his chest. And there Elliot was beneath him, panting, gasping grunting. Elliot's nails were digging into Kurt's hips, that would leave bruises.

"Kurt, Kurt, fuck please come on me, fucking own me, fuck!"

"Now look who is begging." Kurt's remark came out almost inaudibly, because in that moment the build-up became intense, too intense, his orgasm being helped along by the rapid tug of his own hand. Elliot's cock was gliding firmly against his prostate. Elliot was whining, his movements become jerky and desperate.

"Kurt!" Kurt could feel Elliot fill him.

"Elliot!" Kurt shot his load, watching as strings of white cum pulsed out of his cock and onto Elliot's chest. Why did that sight turn him on so much? Seeing Elliot covered in him, seeing Elliot owned by him. Elliot's hip's fell back down to the bed. Elliot stared down at his chest, gliding a finger along his chest, picking up Kurt's cum and sucking that finger in his mouth. His eyes never left Kurt's. If Kurt hasn't just spent himself, he would have done it then and there.

"Fuck, your dirty." Kurt panted, making Elliot laugh.

"Yeah, but you taste so good." Elliot grinned. Kurt leant forward, kissing Elliot's smiling lips.

"Ouch." Kurt winced as he pulled his ass free of Elliot.

"You ok?" Elliot reached for the tissues to wipe his chest clean then rolled to his side.

"Yeah." Kurt panted, his brain not registering, his entire body buzzing, chest thrumming, head fuzzing with nothing at all. The only thing that brought him back was Elliot kissing his cheek.

"You think we were too loud?"

"No such thing." Kurt was slowly coming down from planet orgasm. Elliot's body squished himself up close to Kurt, his head rested on Kurt's shoulder.

"Sore?"

"Hmm…" Kurt adjusted his ass, testing the sensation. "No." just a dull throb, but not the bad kind, oh, not bad at all.

"Good." Elliot began to suckle Kurt's neck, "because we've got round two."

"Round two?"

"And three, and four."